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tht0nesimp · 2 years ago

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This is a roz torture fic!

Hes made by at-lojart

TW: all abuse no love, hes literally ruthless, reader is an angel, wings getting ripped out, mention of teeth pulling, starvation, teasing, angst, torture, graphic blood and pain, boot licking, feather torture, non-sexual viberater, pleasure torture, slight stockholm, yandere if you squint, implied kidnapping, wing kisses, roz is a bully, sadism, bone mention, restraints, drowning mention, mentioned temperature torture

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"Sit still~" he cooed as he sliced through the bone in your wing, no restraints, except for the bejeweled clip that kept your suffering wings from flapping and making it difficult. The clip had a heavy lock that ached your back as you had to lean your head back, forced to look into roz's eyes

Your wrists had bright pink handcuffs as well, but they did little to stop you from digging your nails into the cushion underneath of you, he had a calendar that was pinned to the wall which held dates for when he had to pluck or remove your wings. He loved watching your body suffer in its malnourishment to regrow the feathers or wings

Unfortunately, it wasnt just feathers this time, this time he was cutting off the beautiful white wings you had sprouted as they started to reach a decent size. "Sit still and ill give you a reward" his voice echoes in your head until it reached your brain, even if you wanted whatever treat he would give you if you just sat still for him to slice through the second wing, to rip out the wing with such hate and compassion you could have sworn he must have hated you

When he finally finished, he sewed a few stitches and sat infront of you. "i heard a rumor the other day" he plucks one of the feathers from your now dismembered wings and touches the tip "that angels can feel their wings for up to a day after they've been cut off" he smirks and watches you recoil in a desperate attempt to ease the feeling of having the feathers touched

He puts his platform boot in your face "Id start licking~" he shrugs when you turn your head away, keeping his leg extended but taking a long, slimy, lick up your feather. He watches you grab at your back, the slimy feeling of his tongue making you cringe in pleasure and discomfort at the strange sensation

"what if i.." he nibbles at the feather, making sure not to bite in a way that would hurt, but instead in an unbearable pleasure that got you licking his boots like a dog in barely a few seconds "maybe ill keep it on me, make sure you dont leave" he licks and paws at it even more, even using his nails to tickle it a little bit for a few moments before he grabs a something out of his pocket, a small pink and bejeweled vibrater that he wasted no time in pressing it all over your feather

"That feel good, huh?" he teases "No-Stop!" he stares at you and huffs "Then im gonna get mean, sugar" he rubs the very tip of the feather, watching the uncomfortable expression that your face was now home to

"I think, ill be keeping this on me tonight" he seems to get an idea and smiles at you "what if i kept the vibrater on it allllll night" he taunts you and watches your boot worship get even more intense "theyre not sparkling~" he says as he puts the feather in his pocket and gets up

He watches you scoff at him and gives you an irritated expression as he quickly pulls the feather out "Being disrespectful? Daddy spank~" he coos and keeps licking the feather "Daddy...spank" he mumbles as he keeps licking "lucky im not pulling teeth instead" he smirks while continuing his assault on the feather

Your dismembered wings puff up and remind him once more of the torture he can cause you tonight, he picks the wings up and rubs them, sitting on the small bed that was in the room- that was decorated in pink fluffy blankets, completed with leather straps that held you down at night- and kept playing with them, smiling when you curled up on the bed next to him and whimpered and clawed at the sheets "I think your ready for bed" his voice barely reached you before he was strapping the leather around you, there was a blanket keeping it from meeting your bare arms that you were thankful for, you could also grip onto it when he started playing with your wings again

"ill let you sleep soon, if you behave and make sure you really puff up for me" he giggles "Puff up like a good little angel, puff puff~" he taunted you when he traced over your wings that sat in his lap, they puffed up all nice and pretty for him when he touched them like that. "oooh, good little angel, daddy rewards" he places a gentle kiss to your wing that makes pleasure shoot through your veins and adrenaline start "You like kisses, gentle kisses" he watches you nod and puff up in pleasure as he keeps kissing your wings

"You just love this, being kissed by a demon, naughty little angel" he smiles and places more gentle kisses on wings that made them twitch and puff "Why ill never let you go" he gives one final dramatic kiss to your wings before he hands them up using a nearby hanger "wonder if my kisses will work tomorrow" he shrugs before walking back over to your strapped down form "Ill try to torment your wings tommorow, maybe if you behave ill give you some more kisses" he boops you on the nose and watches you flinch a a little bit while you look at your nose for a moment "Youll need a nice good wash tommorow for that blood, i know you love bath time" you trembled at the mention of it, it was just him pushing you into a crate full of freezing water, drowning you for about a minute before drying you off with a scratchy towel that made your recovering wings ache and puff

"Maybe ill just use the hose this time, gonna need to take that lock for your new wings, make sure you dont try to fly away from me" he pats your head and approaches the door, "Behave" his voice was cruel and sadistic but before you knew it the lights had been turned off and he was gone

Probably scheming tommorows torture, what he could do to your poor, defenseless wings that could only puff and tremble when he tortured and rubbed at them. You shuddered and let out a heavy sigh

You closed your eyes, and prayed hed let you see ezequiel in the morning, prayed hed let you see anyone else who wasnt him and his torture tools.

You were a bad angel, if you werent you wouldnt be here, but you still ached for his gentleness... You hoped he woke you up with wing kisses instead of prying your eyes open

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#yandere at lojart #yandere roz #torture fic #whump(?)#yandere #xreader #yandere male #fandom #yandere scenarios #yan!#yandere blog #ThT0neSimP #CandiesActualFics

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thestudentfarmer · 2 years ago

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Tiny post of excitement! (As well as a mini update!)

Corn sprout spotted!!!

Im Even more excited because the expected germination date passed almost a week ago! Went out to reseed with the rest of the bag and peeled back the row cover to spot a few of these lil ones poking up :) so no reseeding of them at this time.

The plan for the corn row is to do a 3 sisters method row this year.

When the corn is about 3 inches tall, I'm gonna pop a few beans and pea seeds around each stalk (half and half row cover, we really like snap/sugar peas), once they've grown an amount I'm gonna plant some I think zucchini squash for ground cover.

There's also another lil grow experiment I'm giving a go~

I had some onions I purchased go to sprout. While I'm on a little regrow kick I decided, why not? At worst it doesn't work and at best I've got a new bulb/had flowers, or just learned it doesn't work 🤷‍♀️

In 5ish months (or if the onions just don't do well, in which theyll be pulled) hopefully we may see flowers!

4 lil sprouted onion, peeled back to center and planted. (3-18-2023) I'm pretty sure I may have spaced them a bit much, but once they seem to root I'm going to sprinkle kale and chard seed around them.

onions companion planted with kale and chard are said to help repel pests like flea beetles, cabbage loopers, and aphids that like both.

That's it for now :) I hope everyone is having an ama,ing week so far!

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klayfruit · 1 year ago

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i am really curious with the lore you're making! this is a bit of a strange question, but what happened to his teeth? you mentioned that the candymanification happened inside out and he had a fever. how "inside" is a person's mouth? even if it doesn't count as being inside a person, his mouth must of transformed at some point so

did his teeth fall out? did his tongue melt? could he still breathe like a normal person at that point? does your candyman have bones? or is it solid yellow? if only the inside was transformed, and if the candymanness is sort of melty or malleable, does that mean that if you mushed his arm it would indent? i love body horror and the question of teeth came to my mind when i looked at your art again

HI OKAY IM SO SORRY IT TOOK LIKE A MONTH FOR ME TO FINISH THIS ASK i adore thinking abt this topic so much but like halfway thru writing this response i got so excited and had to walk away to stim but ended up forgetting to finish this. anyway i did it everything written here is from months ago except the last paragraph

these are all rly good questions bc i dont know most of them!!! i was thinking earlier and i think i came to the conclusion that the mutation progressively melts fran’s bones and turns it “candy” along with his skin. as fran became more mushy and melty the barriers between organs, bones, skin, etc (eyes being the only exception) kind of all melted together and became the same thing. his teeth got all gooed up and melted/became one with his mouth. same with his tongue, it melted with his mouth. though after the mutation was complete and candyman learned how to work with and transform his body better, he just reforms his tongue sometimes like for comedic effect.

to go further on this topic of francis/candyman (actually im gonna call mid-mutation of him frandyman thats funny) learning how to transform his body, at first he struggled heavily with breathing since his throat+lungs began closing and melting in on themselves. eventually though he was able to transform his body to compensate for this and somehow find another way to get air to his brain, or he just opened his throat back up again im still not 100% sure on this part.

candyman doesnt exactly have bones, but his body does kind of have layers to it. during frandyman the mutation would spread in a red->blue->yellow gradient, and the reds+blues are still in his body despite not being visible. the red is the first layer and is EXTREMELY hard so it practically acts as bones, blue being the second layer and being not as tough, and yellow being the third and having the texture+softness of skin (though still feeling like Not Skin). i have an explanation for why candy’s mouth is red despite it being the first layer but idk how to explain it and id like draw a diagram of it but itd make me look insane So. Come to your own conclusions . also candys able to change the texture, malleability , etc of his body and its how hes able to walk through walls.

during frandyman his body was VERY melty and malleable and he hadnt learned how to control his body yet. whole limbs would just melt, fall off, get disfigured, merge with other limbs, etc without him even doing anything. though because of, Brain Instinct? not sure but it would automatically grow frandy’s limbs back without him knowing how to or that he’s even doing it. when he became candyman he could regrow his limbs much much easier, it all just kind of comes down to how well he could control his body and how it progressed during the mutation.

a plothole i noticed in Candymans Fucked Up Body is that im not entirely sure how his blood and organs would work. i considered his organs melting entirely and his entire body being The Organ That Can Perform Everything The Other Organs Could Perform but that sounded lame. how his brain would work during all of this is the biggest one to me, because i imagine it was heavily impacted and disfigured but shouldnt be entirely melted because the man needs a brain somehow to live! the main thing im going with right now is that the red layer of his body isnt like, a solid chunk of red, but like a hard HARD shell and it protects the organs who are now like massively fucked up and disfigured but somehow still pumpin. i may change this eventually, but its what im going with rn so ! blood is also interesting for me because there’s no space in between each layer for blood to be stored, and the layers themselves dont have blood in them and are completely solid. so for now came up with that his skin kind of acts as his blood, when it’s cut it kind of just. melts on the inside and seeps out of the cut. also of COURSE his blood is silly colored (red, blue, yellow again)

also since this ask was from like a month ago ive decided that candy’s mutation had symptoms similar to like, a mix of rabies and radiation poisoning. both in the sense of once the person has it they have no idea they have it until it comes into full effect, the only sign for like the first week being mild sickness. ALSO fun fact he physically cant sweat since his skin is Not Skin. his sweat builds up underneath his skin and just causes his actual skin to become all mushy and squishy. Anyway tldr they fucked this guy up

#txt #asks #lethal league blaze #llb candyman #body horror #ask to tag #there might be more im forgetting but im in school rn SO!#oc (francis)

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ichorandpride · 5 months ago

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ffr we NEED bugs to survive despite what your apebrain feelings of "SQUISH KILL RAAAGH" might be telling you. just let them exist. if you can slowly get over your fears, then work on it.

i HATED bugs before recently. the best way ive been able to get over my fear is through understanding and learning. whenever i see a sudden Surprise Bug, i allow myself to feel the reaction (usually with a very embarrassing "alarm call"), and then i just watch it exist for a bit. by the time im able to be calm, im usually more fascinated than anything else

if you can learn to twist your fear into fascination, it doesnt matter how much disgust you previously felt. humans are natural learners so it's relatively easy to be able to do this over time. and then guess what?

now that you're calm, you can form a plan to be able to contain the insect and take it outside instead of just annihilate it and further the cycle of fear and hate. now it can do its job outdoors and probably survive even better than inside your house. congrats, you just saved an animal!

another thing you can do is unironically start calling them 'weird dogs'. much like how you can slowly trick your brain into getting away from bad thoughts abt yourself whenever you look in the mirror by just simply forcing a "i look good", you can literally do the same thing by just forcing yourself to think "that's such a weird dog"

im not joking. it sounds corny as hell but over time it WILL help your fear levels decrease if you just start referring to them as weird dogs. furthermore:

"what's the point of those gross roaches that i see in my house"

ok well why are there roaches in your house to begin with? you can do many things to prevent them from trying to come indoors such as: cleaning tf up, maintaining zero food waste rotting around your house, sealing food away properly, understanding that one roach in your house that may have just come in from outside by accident is not an infestation you know isopods? millipedes (not centipedes, those fall under the carnivorous bug category)? those 'gross' bugs that seemingly dont help the world at all? silverfish (yes theyre real)? roaches? they're detritivores. they clean up rotting waste and turn it into fertile soils that the world needs to be able to regrow plants and trees. including crops. those bugs are in your house because they either came in from outside on accident or you're living in a gross environment that needs to be cleaned tf up. an infestation can not survive without a prior food source they were attracted to

"ok well what's the point of spiders?? theyre so scary"

to keep the smaller bugs in check and to prevent overpopulation, which is the balance that nature has with EVERY carnivorous species of animal. it's why some people feel ok with having a spider or two in their house, because it prevents other smaller insects from thriving there. this tends to be a thing with people who have grown up with, like, ant infestations because spiders just destroy those

try killing them less. try learning and understanding rather than persecuting based on fears and myths. did you know that only 1% of spiders out of the 50,000 known species can actually harm you? and that most of the horror story reactions of brown recluse bites are actually because the person didnt disinfect the bite or seek medical attention? and then it got infected and, well, a necrotic venom is gonna snowball and do what it is made to do? and that even black widows barely kill humans, and the horror stories of those are just people who had severe allergic reactions? or that the bites that did kill people were usually immunocompromised individuals, such as children and the elderly? and that the media immediately took it and spun the stories out of control to make money off of? hence why all the "scary spider bite KILLS" shit you hear about black widows are usually from tv shows? and that it's caused hatred of other spiders as well?

anyways. bugs are animals too. just fucking let these weird dogs live.

you guys Need to start seeing bugs as animals im not even joking anymore. the second u start seeing them as tiny animals the more your world opens up and the more you accept different types of life Into that world. youll begin accepting that even life you cant understand is still worth living. and itll legitimately make you a better person. fuck

#you can tell im autistic based on my level of infodumping here #not to make it abt spiders but theyre one of the most persecuted and feared #for ZERO reason

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kurosstuff · 3 years ago

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!! How I missed the bold red letters I have no idea... Sorry 'bout that. Lets try this again properly; Can I get the ladies Dimitrescu and Beneviento with a Tiefling S/O. Tieflings are dependents of demonic beings that bred with humans in ancient times. They've got long tails, horns, pointed ears, usually red skin, and various fire abilities usually and are often subject to discrimination.

This took awhile since I didnt really, know how to go about this? So?? I hope this is ok?? Gonna be shorter headcanons since yeah♡ lady dimitrescu is gonna be shorter I apologize- still figuring her out

Also IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO DO THIS-

Warning(s): some blood mentioned

Donna beneviento and Lady Dimitrescu with Tiefling!S/O(separately!!): headcanons

Lady Dimitrescu-

• to be honest when she first met you, she fully was convinced you were just in your enemies blood(her daughters never bath SO-) she tried to wash you like she does her daughters when they get messy- a hose.

• after all that, and you two are dating its sooth Sails, Alcina was and still is very interested in your demonic features, either by hose or throwing you into a lake or whatever- so don't be surprised but when you first met as I said, she tried cleaning you "dear, please be more mindful on your fo-... oh" once she realized she wouldn't be in the same room, for like a week before you forced her to forget about it:)

• before you showed her your fire power things(???), she just thought you looked super cute(badass) so when you showed her- well let's just say it got pretty heated~

• your horns and tail and ears fascinated her and her daughters. If their long enough(tail or/and horns) her daughters 100% will make you Carry them or mess around with them

• your not allowed anyway and i mean ANYWHERE near her white couches she has when you get in your "firey" modes so- theres that

• if someone dears to discriminate against you, her lover? Their dead not even worth being turned to wine- she'll use them as an example towards anyone no matter who they are. Even the other lords, she'll show no mercy

Donna Beneviento

Overall she'll love you no matter what and so will her daughters as well♡

• OK FIRST THINGS FIRST! She was kinda scared but also really interested in you when you first met, but the first thing she thought was? Are you gonna eat me??

• once angie went up to you and this was the interaction

• angie having no filter of course goes "WOW THIS HOT DEMON GONNA EAT YOU DONNA??"

• fucking angie-

• she literally?? Has no idea how to even talk to you at first nervous to accidentally upset you? But then when you guys started to date it was pretty fun and she feels completely safe with you

• Angie thinks and still does think your a fucking lizard- no matter what she just? "If you are a demon why dontcha have wings? Did you lose it in a fight-?" She got in trouble, but she still thinks you are one.

"Hey Lizard demon!"

"?"

"If I cut your horn off would it regrow?"

Yeah. She got a timeout for the rest of the day, she sulked, Donna was beyond upset with her and just?? Wtf Angie calm down you fucking rat♡(jk we love you pesky termite♡)

• BUT OH BOY. If ANYONE talked down to you, or said something bad about you and your kind? Donna and Angie are on their asses like you've never seen before. Just. Donna sprinting up at them in fucking high heels Angie running yelling "LEMMIE AT 'EM" While the other dolls and whatever haunted their dreams at night♡

• they cried like a baby♡

• Angie is very interested in your fire ability, always asking you to "set that shit ablaze", Donna would scold you both. But shes just very worried, what if it burned her dolls? What if you got hurt?? Or worse??? The thought always makes her start to freak out a bit-

#resident evil #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader

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princeanxious · 4 years ago

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:) so. No one ordered it, but, I have an Logan Angst(w/ hurt/comfort to balance it out a little) au idea to deliver!

So you know those AU fics w/ Virgil where he hides smth unusual abt himself( Like wings, Spider limbs, Being unusually tall, ect.) Bc he’s afraid of what the others will think/do if they find out?

Take that and apply it to Logan, But he’s actually been hiding it ever since (AU)!Thomas became Obsessed with Marine Biology as a kid!(i genuinely cant remember what Thomas's real life degree was gonna be b4 he switched to YouTube but for the au's sake im going with marine biologist)

What’s he hiding, you ask? Fish scales, of course!

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Logan used to wear long sleeves all the time, and Sherlock bit with the scarf was a cover up for when he used to wear it constantly when they were younger, not that Virgil(who has spider traits in this but never thought to hide them b4 he was accepted, and by that point there was no reason to) nor any of the other dark sides with animal traits knew about it either, but his body, especially his legs and hips, were covered in shimmery sapphire blue scales, and in patches around the gills on his neck and ribs.

Why doesn't Logan wear long sleeves now? Because the scales suddenly stopped reappearing (coincidentally right around the time Thomas gave up on marine biology to do youtube) on his arms the few times they'd accidentally been pulled off some how, be it bumps/scrapes or eventually Logan getting fed up w/ the illogicalness of it all and 'removing' the rest on his arms so that he could finally wear short sleeves and not raise more questions about his health.

The scales around the gills on his neck are more tragic, as they do regrow still, to keep his gills safe. He plucks them as close to the gills as possible, before wearing masking makeup & a high collar with a tie to ensure his gills never peak out from his shirt.

It limits his normal comfortable way of breathing, but hes been doing it so long that he doesnt remember what it feels like, and thus isn't bothered by it anymore, as his gills dont open up fully anymore unless submerged under water for a long period of time.

Why is he so insistant about thomas drinking the healthy recommended amount of water? Because if Logan didn’t, he'd suffer migraines and get sick from being dehydrated in easily less than half the time it'd take for Thomas or any of the others to reach

Why doesnt he ever go swimming with the others? Because if he did, there's no gaurantee his body would let him leave the water after refusing to so much as even soak in a bathtub for years at this point

Hell, his body might even go into shock at that point.

No idea how his reveal would go, but the idea of the others spraying him with water spray bottles when he is over-dry and resultingly irritable has been brought up as an additional idea by @this-is-ske(my lovely frien who lets me info dumb abt all my aus so we can shout abt them together) and my only thought is that Logan is spiteful and petty enough to snatch a spray bottle and spray them right back.

He often needs to spray himself with water, even if he’d had a shower not two hours ago, because his scales dry out very quickly and its sensory hell in combination with even the softest of dress pants.

But the years of neglect slowly turned his shimmery sapphire blue scales into dulled greyblue, as a result from being dried out and flakey and unhealthy for so long.

He tries not to think about it too hard when he's forced to look at them.

Remus wouldn’t hesitate to toss post-reveal(and post-recovery)! Logan full out into a fucking pool, or just hop into one and drag him in with. "Dry Fishies are irritated fishies, be like me! Get wet and feel better!" *Cue Remus eye brow waggle that reflects to the rest of his tentacle arms*

No but srsly remus and janus finding iut and going "oh HELL no" bc janus knows what its like to not take care of your scales properly and Remus knows what its like to dry out.

Imagine the additional angst when Janus finds out not only about the scales but the gills on his ribs and neck too, and feels SUPREMELY guilty bc of the crook yank he did

"Its fine, its not like I could breath out of them anymore, they just bruised a bit longer" *even more concerned and upset Janus noises*

"What do you mean you cant breath out of them anymore!"

" ..One day they just wouldn't open? Sort of like the equivalent of a stuffed nose, except that they never reopened because they'd fully dried out, I think."

"I swear to god Logan I wish I could strangle you," *cue Janus wapping Logan w/ a rolled up paper, Edna Mode style, lecturing* "One day! You'll understand! Self care! Is good! For you!"

Cue them finally bullying Logan into taking care of them but no longer hiding the scales as the ones on his arms start coming back, but still greyblue, bc at this point Logan doesnt even want to deal with the immediate headache of them learning right off the bat that they Shouldnt Look Like That. He doesnt even really believe that they'll ever change back to their once brilliant blue, thinking it just a fluke with their age or something.

It takes months.

And then one day he wakes up, having been sleeping in the imagination with Remus, having indulged in underwater sleeping as a healing therapy, made better only by the fact that Remus is a rly good cuddler, and his tentacles keep them both locked together in the water, *and* one anchors them so they don't drift away in their sleep.

Remus is staring at him, his chest to be exact, where new patches of scales had been growing to meet in the middle around the gills on his ribs. He looks down and notices theres an uneven patch of brilliant blue peaking out from the sea of comparably grey scales. Then he notes that multiple patches of scales are slowly regaining their hue. It doesn't take long for the others to put two and two together about sick fish with dull scales. It confirms Logan had been sick for Years, and was only Just healing to a beginning state of equilibrium.

For some comfort w/ all this angst, when Logan does see his blue scales for the first time? He smiles, he smiles so wide at Remus. Remus probably falls in love with the way Logan's gills flare out prettily in time with Logan's smile. Logans finally convinced to take care of himself, and the first glimpse of progress has him Beaming for Days.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #platonic dlampr #intrulogical #logan angst #luka writes #luka’s aus #platonic loceit #romantic intrulogical #ask to tag #hurt/comfort

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sarenhale · 4 years ago

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im really curious, could u tell us more abt arihel's (and by extension, nergaal's) voidsent infection? I always thought the concept was neat when u mentioned it <:3

Ooh thank you, I'm always happy when people are interested and ask things about my characters :) T_T

It's gonna be a bit of a long answer because to explain the corruption, it makes sense to also explain the history they have together and the Echo abilities they share, it's all very much connected! So strap yourself in for a long explanation:

Nergaal has the Echo. This, coupled with his incredible ability in fighting, made him one of the strongest individuals in the Steppe, and a menace to every other Clan or inhabitant of the territory.

Nergaal's Echo is the same as Arihel's, a very quick and strong healing regeneration (think about the warrior's self healing abilities, but much more enhanced, where you can regrow limbs and istantly close big mortal wounds), which allowed him for years to heal himself from what would have been mortal wounds, and get through fights and wars that would othwerise have killed him. (He once received a Garlean cannon blast in the chest, and lived. Very funny. I should illustrate that)

This freaky ability gained him a certain reputation, people started calling him 'the demon of the steppe', tales started circulating about this demon that couldn't be killed, and always came back from the dead. Nergaal wasn't satisfied by the power the Echo granted him, and always wanted more, during his years as khagan he began destroying other clans and settlements to try to find particularly strong warriors that could give him a good fight, add to his abilities and bloodlust.

It was during one of the Buduga raids that he found Arihel, a kid that he felt an istant kinship and connection with: he grabbed him and brought him back to his clan, still unsure why he felt so connected to him considering he had never displayed any interest or human connection with anyone else before. In the years Arihel stayed with the Buduga, he was in close connection with Nergaal, and this allowed both xaela to influence eachother's abilities, and more specifically, their Echoes. Arihel was born with something of a 'rough affinity' to an Echo, that then developed while being near Nergaal for years, almost like a natural influence over eachother. (This is exactly what Nergaal felt as istant kinship and connection, the presence of a similar Echo.)

This is also kind of the 'base theory' I use for their connection and Echoes, the fact that it's an type of Echo that can be influenced/channelled in someone else that already has a 'base' for being a recipient for it, like how the Conduits in the Infamous franchise work, as in they pass down powers and 'influence' eachother, for example.

At some point Arihel left the clan and the Steppe, but his Echo stayed with him and developed during the years due to fighting and adventuring (and finding himself on the brink of death more than a couple of times).

When Arihel decides to come back to Nergaal to finally face him (after the fight with Zenos and the event of base stormblood), he understands that the 'incredible ability' Nergaal possesses is in fact a form of Echo, and akin to what he also has. They fight, Arihel manages to overpower him, and then kills him. When Nergaal dies, his body radiates a wave of corrupt energy, that hits Arihel right in the face. Nergaal have been consuming (yes, eating) voidsents for the past decades, feasting on them to get stronger and gain more power, kinda ignoring and not giving too much of a fuck about the corrosive effects on his life-span and body/mind health.

Not knowing what the fuck to do with this voidsent radiation and afraid that it could spread to other people in the nearest vicinity or infect the land/become ungovernable, Arihel absorbs it all in himself.

And thus he now has the voidsent corruption that Nergaal had inside him before!!!! It's of course damaging to him, and causes moderate health issues, but Arihel's thoughts is that if Nergaal managed to contain it for a while inside of him, he should be able to do that as well, using his healing Echo to combat the corruption from the inside. (which kinda works... and kinda... not...)

Another feature is that the corruption manifests by changing his appearance, making part of his hair white, and turning his eyes red, which were both some very distinct feature of Nergaal's.

So it's also a bit of a 'poetic' change in him as well, in which Arihel changes to become more similar to Nergaal physically and also psycologically. (Psycologically, Arihel loses a bit of his candor and innocence due to what he goes through, and also finds himself more prone to anger and bloodlust, which is a mix of a BIG YIKES and BIG EYES EMOJI)

It all ends in the passing on of 'Nergaal's legacy', even if Arihel of course doesn't want that, or to be connected with him anymore.

It's a sort of ideological dilemma I see in Arihel as well, in which he made the choice to be better than him years ago when he left the Clan, and not become a violent menace and find a better life, but he also can't escape what he is at the core, and the fact that he never got over the primal hate he feels for Nergaal.

So in the end, Nergaal loses... but he also wins. His corruption (both in ideology and physical form) reaches Arihel, and changes him.

Arihel is forever changed after this event, and I like to see it as a sort of a 'end of innocence' turning point for him, when he realizes that he can choose his own path in life and decide who he wants to be, but there are also some things he can't get over, and some strongs feelings like anger, and hatred, that he kinda HAS to accept in himself, that will always be there, and he cannot just pretend do not exist. He needs to accept the deepest, rawest parts of himself, even if he's scared. He always refused to be connected to Nergaal, always refused him when the older xaela said they were equal and monsters all the same, but the way their story ends proves that Nergaal is partially right. There ARE some raw, deep parts of Arihel that are similar to Nergaal's, the only difference is that one chose to live through them unapologetically, and one tried to hide them his whole life.

Because despite wanting to be the better person, Arihel made his choice when he decided to kill Nergaal instead of sparing him or finding a different way to handle the situation. Sure, maybe he could have used a different approach, but in the end, both him and Neergal knew that it was meant to be, and that it couldn't have ended in a different way.

It's basically my way of seeing Arihel finding out that there are some times where you can be the better person and escape the cycle, and some where you just have to go along with it and fullfill your path, what you are. It's the kind of character development I see in ffxiv's story too, when the story shows you that there are some time where being a hero isn't exactly what the world needs, or what you need. Sometimes you need to dirty your hands and handle things your way.

I also like to think about the end of this cycle as Arihel realizing vengeance truly has no meaning, or use, and doesn't solve anything.

(A lesson ffxiv teaches you as well, and a principle that's handled in the story in a very efficient manner)

Killing Nergaal might have eliminated a threath in the world, and rid the Steppe of a monster, but it didn't heal or patch up anything in Arihel, it didn't undo all the things he had done to him, all the trauma. On the opposite side, it made him realize he had more in common with Nergaal that what he would have wanted to admit.

So basically:

So yeah, this was a LONG response AHAH but I felt like explaining everything there's behind Arihel's arc!! :) The voidsent corruption is but a part of the consequences of his and Nergaal's saga.

I like to see both the Echo and the corruption, in their unique case, as something more than simply 'magical', and more like something that can affect the way someone thinks, acts and also the biology of the body (in which: Arihel's physical mutations), and the way they influence eachother by growing side to side.-

The physical and psycological effects of Nergaal's infestation are also meant to be like... the effects of the choice Arihel made in killing him, and accepting that there ARE some parts in which he's similar to him, in which he also feels the same hate, anger, desire for vengeance and carnage that Nergaal felt. And all of this manifests in a very POETIC JUSTICE (or injustice) way by making part of his hair white, and his eyes red, aka turning him more into Neergal.

Perhaps it could be a thing that can be cured or changed, I haven't decided yet AHAH I think Shb's storyline will inspire me to see how this could evolve, considering that he embarks on the expansions's story with all of these changes going on inside of him.

The corruption he carries is the result of the end of his cycle with Nergaal, but there's still the matter of Arihel's own cycle, and finding out how he turns out in the story, and how HIS story now develops and ends.

Thanks for asking!! I hope my writing is decent and I made sense in the explanation AHAH, my mind often works faster than my words and hands.

#i really love arihel's story and in an IDEAL world where i have infinite time i would love to illustrate it #alas i have not the time and skill to illustrate all of it... but perhaps some parts will come out in drawing form!#arihel #ffxiv #answered #nergaal #myoc #myocs

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elline · 3 years ago

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Infodump feysis

ok then i shall

so im just gonna put some general stuff from them bc there wasnt anything specific w them,,,

the sisters all probably (when not in their usual coats and ponchos), wear stuff similar to different sorts of fashion eras, such as elana wearing punk or rock era stuff, yvette wearing 90's era disco stuff, gida wearing modern or kinda over cliche futuristic era stuff, and hal wearing classy 1860 style attire.

while halsea's fungi probably should have left him already due to her body being basically drained of blood, it also seems to be in a dormant state so it can act as limb glue until or if it resurfaces.

hal's horns are removable! and can sometimes regrow to form a halo in the middle of the four horns.

gida got her facial scars from a statue that hadnt settled right, and exploded in the middle of making it. she still has a few peices embedded into her neck and nose.

elana is known to shoplift really frequently at her day job but tyla has so much poly lesbian mutual respect that she just doesnt care most times

yvette made her own prosthetics and had queen octavia help refine it! she also is very good friends with octavia they play chess on break days

and now for the uhh Anomalies

ame has a v specific structure for vocal and music boxes so it will be very tricky to fix.

chene is sort of a hybrid of robot and organic, but has mainly robot parts. the exception being their stomach mouth and her wood mask which is practically fused to their face from one of the fires at the cabin.

about the fire also fintil got her charge input and the top part of her face burnt from that! she also cant think well from it as her chips are pretty fried from all thats happened

and lastly dough resents mirrors bc they fuck with their brain quite a bit cause theyre in denial still about being thrown from their stage.

i hope this is good. thank

#ocs #feysis

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last-flight-of-fancy · 4 years ago

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yknow.. i kinda wanna talk about the difference between a retcon and a reveal for a minute, just cause i see those words thrown around a lot (particularly wrt kh) and i think a lot of people don’t really grasp the difference between them sometimes, so i just wanna delve into it a bit if ya’ll don’t mind indulging me.

im also going to preface this by saying that none of these are inherently bad (yes even retcons). and all are probably going to be present in any story medium the longer it exists. all the examples are gonna be kh based bc that’s where my brain lives and bc it’s such a long running series it has plenty of examples of both

so first off. retcon

a Retcon is short for retroactive continuity. it’s when a writer explicitely changes past parts of a story to suit their current needs (or ignores them). this is the one that’s usually used with the most derision, and well.. it’s because yeah, the most glaring retcons tend to be handled badly. sometimes a thing needs to be retconned however. like tifa saying a slur in the OG ff7. we did not need that.

retcon example: in Dream Drop Distance, Young Xehanort lists the three rules of time travel, which is integral to the Big Villain Plot going forward. 1. you cannot take your body. 2. you will not remember your experiances in the other time. 3. you can only travel to points where some version of yourself already exists. however previously in kh2, sora visited Timeless River (Disney Castle in the distant past) and appears to have broken all three of these rules, having not existed on that world (or probably at all that far back), taking his body, and remembering it all afterwards (probably? i think).*

*this being said there remains every possibility that this could still end up being explained somehow. it’s kh it can do that.

A Reveal on the other hand is when the audience is deliberately misled about what is happening in the story, only to have the truth shown later on. Most people know this as a Twist, but many Twists i feel lack the buildup and foreshadowing a good Reveal has (imo). KH is littered with reveals, reveling in it’s winding and confusing plot (despite what people say, it has extremely consistent internal logic considering the length and breadth of the series, it’s just presented in a confounding and often nonlinear manner) to keep people guessing.

a good reveal example (and one that many accuse of being a retcon), is that nobodies can regrow their hearts, which was given in DDD. accusations that this is a retcon are innacurate due to the sheer amount of evidence from as early as Chain of Memories (where nobodies as a concept were first introduced, though i don’t beleive they use that name or explain what they are until kh2) that nobodies could in fact feel things. the reason this gets called a retcon is i think largely because many, many characters outright state it as fact that nobodies cannot feel, and the audience simply goes along with it. however, most of these characters, while they do beleive in their words, are wrong (yen sid, most of the Org13), and the remainder are outright lying (xemnas, xigbar). The key difference is whether clues were left for the audience to follow, or if in hindsight the new information makes perfect sense (which it does).

using old things in new ways is a thing i don’t have a snappy word for but i think is a further subsection of this, bc it’s neither really a retcon nor a reveal in that it does not have the necessary forethought to be a reveal but it doesn’t actively contradict anything stated previously either like a retcon. this one is also harder to pin down as it often requires Word Of God to be confirmed, and otherwise is mostly speculation. you can kinda get a feel for this sort of thing though, if you’re paying attention. some writers are better at it that others, and as always this can be subjective. (personally i think nomura is a mastermind at this sort of thing, incorporating old, completely innocuous things in incredible new ways almost seemlessly, and giving them a whole new context without breaking the narrative)

A good example of this would be the Hollow Bastion science pods, which existed in a single room in KH1 and were left completely alone for another 17 years (*17? ish). Given that the first game in the series is more or less completely self contained and the possibility of it’s continuation not at all a guaruntee, i am inclined to doubt nomura had planned that small detail so far in advance when khux probably hadn’t even been seeded as an idea yet.

and finally Not Anything Actually is when Word Of God says something one time in an interview ten+ years ago and then had a better idea later. that’s just called writing, it’s not a retcon stop calling it a retcon.

#i meant this to be friendly i really did but i snapped a little at the end im sorry #anyway #stop talking to yourself flight

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kiwismoon · 4 years ago

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So like okay I keep saying I'm coming back but then I get hit with another ridiculous wave of my chronic illness about killing me and jsut bad news altogether and ill sum it up a bit here

We're in the middle of moving yaya!

So we have to move :( boo

The neglect from my doctors in the state im in has lead to the surgery I've been needing and wanting for years to now be too dangerous and just literally not possible and so im just gonna always be in immense pain for the rest of my life like I always have been but something that wS totally a possibility where I could've removed it to at least lessen the pain is now not a possibility and im in a really bad situation bc of a sexist fuxking pig who shouldn't be allowed to practice medicine gas lighting me and lying and manipulating everything and fucking me over (metaphorically obviously) and now he's literally ruined a portion of my life and was completely wrong on everything he said and everything is 100x worse than he said it was which we knew but now I'm just literally screwed bc the hospital in my state literally won't see me anymore bc they removed me as a patient bc they kept canceling my appoitnemtns and pushing it back and then they said they hadn't seen me enough (it had only been 6 months) and removed me as a patient so theyd have to reprocess me as a completely new patient as if I'd never seen him when I've been going to him for literally 13 years of my fucking life and I was that hospitals first ever fucking patient and so we went to an out of state doctor and MD Anderson tried to get the medical records from my old hospital and they just fucking refused to cooperate and won't give them my files and won't give them fucking anything

Essentially my tumor i got removed when I was like 10 has now completely regrow and almost doubled in size along with starting to connect down to the one thats hundreds and hundreds of small ones and a very large one in my neck, going down my shoulders and spine so now the operation is literally fucking impossible and its all ONE person's fault vc hes an absolute ass.

ITS just been SUCH a shotty past like 2 years but the upside?? Im gonna. Start strwmaing with my friend :) so look forward to that if u want to watch us be dumbasses uhh

I'll try to talk to yall mroe and be on ehre mroe bc I miss <3 yall anyways yeah rekskwdjdlworks I tried to sctch up on things I was tagged in and I think I did but if I missed something I'll get to it soon u can all keep tagging me in things tho and ill reply as soon as I can (same with dms or asks)

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Any Sword/Shield gijinkas to add to the pile of pokejinkas? Because I am excited to see a Yamper or Boltund

I have several!

UNDER THE CUT because… theres a lot. But also take this Cinderace. A very useful bunny.

These were some Alcremie designs I was working on.

My final Polteageist design.

My Dragapult Im working on.

The Ponyta I drew right after G Ponyta was revealed.

First draft Fossil-Mon who are mad scientists,,,, I havent worked out their whole story yet so… thats all. I think im gonna connect them to the scientists who resurrected that one Aerodactyl character I made… HMMM.

Some proto-mon. Frosmoth I reuse later for my main boy. Khione was originally part of a Bug type crew… I’ll deal with it later.

…I made this crew but I dont remember what for… I was gonna turn that Rapidash into my main Rapidash but I changed Eros into someone else instead.

Three lads.

Some old Sams.

Technically… theres a Yamper in this doodle. Sams old classmates. The Yamper Elidi and Nickit Fawkes are old members of his team who decided to pursue other careers instead of battling- Elidi is an army boy and Fawks runs a shady bar…

Former member of the Bug Mafia or something??? Hes very sweet and tries to use kindness and patience to avoid conflict at all cost because despite all that beef… hes a very small timid lad. But if its in a professional setting or hes pushed… he can fight and hes very determined to not disappoint.

As a lad he was trained very harshly and taught to be a no-nonsense kinda fella. He doesnt get humor very much and takes things way too serious. He tries not to show any emotion because thats how he was taught… but he is just a man. Hes got a very frustrating uncle who abandoned the ways of their species… (secretly he admires him for doing what he loves instead of sticking around like he did.)

Riff is a hyper but friendly lad that really loves music. All kinds really but of course hes more of a punk rocker. Battling in Galar is really more of a way to become famous more easily so he can launch his music career. He thinks Sal is very cool…

Solidified some designs for my boys.

Samhain is a prince with a very large family (a ton of siblings heres some… some of them are Lopunny/Buneary) and parents neglectful enough they dont realize hes gone and doing his own thing. He thinks going to a commoners school would be more fun. He tries to tell his classmates hes a prince and they dont believe him… and he tries to tell his siblings about his day at a random public school… and they dont believe him.

Sal is a very nerdy marine biologist with a ton of self confidence issues. Hes very eager to help and his self doubt makes him blind to people genuinely thinking hes pretty awesome (but really its just Riff for some reason (the reason is when Im at camp in the game Riff always thinks Sal is cool.)) He eats when hes sad to cheer himself up.

A mysterious lad from a mysterious family. Eros seems like a guy who knows everything and maybe he does. He does have a habit of keeping most info he has to himself just to see what happens though hes not malicious about it and will help if needed.

Some extra Toxtricity designs. Maybe I’ll clean up their designs and they can be Riffs friends.

Short kings are emotional.

Khis antennae can be pulled off and regrow but he does get a bit woozy for awhile after.

My old Corviknight. He was an old man who hired a Honchkrow or something now theyre boyfriends the end…

Hes a poet and hes very dramatic. I think Ive posted him before… but I cant seem to find him. OH WELL. Now hes Galahads uncle.

#Shots fired..#PKMN fanarts #Pwny Gijinka mon fanarts.

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gayregis · 5 years ago

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angouleme can have little a avuncular guidance. as a treat ... heres some semblance of a compilation of regis being a guardian to angouleme, things i think about . both funnie and sad moments included i think

angouleme sneaks out at night to get into trouble / does other questionable things around the palace nocturnally, regis always catches her and it’s always on accident since they just have very similar time schedules. angouleme stares at him intensely in “oh fuck i just got caught” like O_O for a good 30 seconds EVERY time this happens but regis is just like :| and shrugs saying “i didn’t see anything, i’m a human, i can’t see at night or whatever” and walks off. also the next morning geralt always questions him as to what angouleme was doing, if he saw her when he was coming home, and regis always denies knowledge or says smth along the lines of “i’m not a narc, geralt :/”

angouleme yelling/losing her shit/saying wildly inappropriate things ... regis produces a ye olde granola bar from his bag and gives it to her and she quiets down immediately and is like :) content eating the granola bar. you can also substitute the granola bar with a bag of baby carrots.

similarly angouleme saying crazy shit and geralt telling her to be quiet and asking regis to recount this instead and regis says something incredibly similar/the exact same

that one time that milva was teaching angouleme to shoot and angouleme clear missed the target and got regis instead and actually for the first time was incredibly upset and regretful and guilty that she had inflicted pain and potentially death upon someone and was very worried and apologetic and ashamed ... but also when regis inevitably just plucks out the arrow and hands it back to her and says “oh i think this is yours” angouleme is like wait so he litcherally cant be killed... this is epic

basically angouleme who’s been abandoned having an immortal protector and mentor. peace

as i said in the tags of this post here: regis comes of as so peaceful as an individual that at first angouleme resents him a little, because she associates peace with arrogance... like, oh youre content with your life and dont hate yourself? so you think youre better than me? fucker. and she’s so used to asshole men being creeps in her life that this company still seems really bizarre in the regard that none of these men are dangerous. but then she learns about what ... who ... regis was in the past and she realizes that they’re similar, and then does the math and realizes that maybe one day she’ll also find this inner peace and can stop hating herself so much for the things she’s done and the things that have happened to her. angouleme not feeling as though she's so alone and such a fuckup that only she could ever get into such a mess like this... i feel like she has an unhealthy amount of survivor’s guilt, as in she blames herself for not dying while everyone else in her band did, and she also feels like what the world has given her she deserved because she was a fundamentally bad person from birth bc of her status, and that she will be stuck in this violent hellscape of a life forever and thats just how it is and she has to continue violence... but i think when she meets regis (and also milva) she realizes that violence does not need to be a cycle and change is possible.

also in the tags of that post: i think... regis developing more understanding/empathy and putting ethical philosophy into actual practice where it actually has stakes (haha haha haha stakes haha haha haha haha haha). i think in the hansa he learns what humanity actually means

also bc vampires just... do not parent, it’s not in their culture to, regis learning what guardianship actually means and growing into this position where he protects this child and begins to understand humanity on this deeper level of the feeling of protecting a child, because that’s very human, valuing and protecting the progenity for a new generation is incredibly human

also geralt arguing with regis that “humans don’t regrow their heads” so he can’t just be supporting her doing all sorts of dumb shit just bc he did it and he turned out alright... they kind of have to argue on how to parent i’m saying bc again vampire parenting is not much parenting at all. just let them go wild what’s the worst that could happen... they’ll learn sort of thing. so regis has to confront the idea of human fragility and mortality

i think regis also learns from angouleme in that it’s very easy to hate and loathe your past self and curse your past self, asking “what could i have possibly been thinking, what an idiotic thing to do...” when your past self was not actually devoid of any redeemable qualities and was actually just misguided and without hope... regis condemns his past self quite harshly but because he would never admonish angouleme in such a way i think he realizes that the self-loathing is excessive and unproductive and potentially harmful

i said this in a post already, but geralt is overflowing with fatherly vibes and milva is also stern so i think there is a lot of value in regis to angouleme , in that she can tell him practically anything and he won’t get on her case for it . she finds this kind of amnesty in him whereas with the other members of the hansa they’d freak and start asking her all these questions. regis is just like “hm ok” and maybe discusses a little but doesn’t give her shit for it. this allows angouleme to confide a lot of stuff that she wouldn’t normally feel safe to tell someone else, and also probably gets her out of a lot of trouble bc someone (a very powerful someone) will know where she is and what she’s doing... so if she gets into trouble, she has a lifeline

this also means she can tell him a lot of funnie stories that she doesn’t have to stop herself with because “was gonna say smth funny and then remembered it involved murder.” also regis has like a thousand stories too obviously so he counters her wild tales with smth even crazier and then they’ll try to compete for a bit like “well ONE TIME i...” but angouleme actually always wins and neither knows how she does

surgery lessons, or basically regis was sewing someone up and angouleme invaded the scene going “can i watch can i watch”

also alchemy lessons, which turns into basically “so that’s how you make fisstech... interesting”

i think also in these mentorships regis quizzes her lightly like “and what reactions does this species of plant produce in the human body...?” and angouleme says the right answer, “oh they drop dead” and regis is like “very good!” and angouleme kind of goes insane with happiness a little at being called ‘good’ / being praised by a parental figure for maybe like one of the first times in her life. similarly, i think regis would attest to angouleme’s character at the breakfast table in discussions, and say things like “well our angouleme is very smart” and she’d be like >:3!!!

as in canon, adopting each other’s speech mannerisms... not just regis adopting angouleme’s unique phrases, but i would also like to think abt angouleme saying smth pseudo-philosophical to throw someone off of her tracks... like “so, i owe you money... but what is the concept of debt and ownership, anyways? isn’t it all just a construct by society? by humanity?” and then she bolts and evades her creditors

regis trying to teach angouleme stuff and then being like “oh wait i forgot you can’t fly, hmm... ” “oh wait i forgot you can’t hypnotize people, hmm....... that complicates things...” ... jokes on regis though bc apparently angouleme can scale buildings and talk her way out of a lot of situations, so that’s almost as good as flight and hypnosis

im trying to not be sad rn but i think regis would be a very good person to cry on. like his cloak is very soft. and he smells like herbs. so there you go. but i think also angouleme having a breakdown would be cathartic for both of them because angouleme realizes that she’s being vulnerable around an adult and she isn’t afraid of them and regis realizes that he has a responsibility to not treat physical wounds, but rather to treat emotional ones and that’s infinitely more difficult

i think angouleme would have breakdowns to regis about: her family/her mother, geralt taking her into the hansa but she feels like he probably just sees her as a replacement daughter, i think also she gets into too much trouble one night and regis has to get her out of trouble and she kind of just breaks down because her life is crazy and has always been crazy and there’s no way out because this is all she has

i think angouleme also gets pretty upset at seeing children/teens with “perfect lives,” like she just gets crazy bitter about it... and there’s no shortage of nobility around the palace, so she’s constantly reminded of her background. i think regis’s not-being-a-human-isms and philosophy that stems from an immortal perspective that all humans are equal in life and death can help with this. but also he kind of has to learn that you can’t just talk about smth abt society or the past that is fucked up and solve it by having had said it... it will always remain an issue...

i also think that regis has his ravens scout around for angouleme’s lost pendant with a sea-cat on it, but when she gets it back she gets mad and says that she doesn’t want it because she doesn’t want to be reminded of her mother, regis is like “ok” but angouleme is still mad, she realizes she’s mad because she doesn;t think that regis realizes that he’s actually become more of a guardian to her than her biological mother was, and tries to provoke him but regis is unprovokable ofc so he’s like hm explain that and angouleme just spills her emotions

to bring this back to happy i think they could also prank geralt pretty hard. and or eavesdrop. plus there will be times like where angouleme is waiting by a door trying to listen in and straining and regis stands like 3 feet from the door and hears everything perfectly, just recites it all aloud and she’s like oh this is so much easier.

also once angouleme was eavesdropping on geralt and dandelion arguing and regis approached and was like “angouleme :/” and angouleme was like >:/ “get out of here i’m tryna eavesdrop” and regis was like “there’s a more professional way to do this” and disappears through the door, angouleme is like “showoff!” ... geralt smells sage and throws a moon dust bomb at him and regis coughs up silver shards for the rest of the day. also when angouleme hears the explosion she jumps in, so this was a failed attempt all around

#angouleme #regis #the witcher #sorry for longpost.........

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lesbian-octoling · 7 years ago

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Octoling Reproduction: Pt II

Alright guys buckle up i have a theory that I’m honestly not a big fan of, but it makes sense and it won't go away till I type it out!

So- ive been thinking about why Octarians, like Inklings, would have pronouns/a gender binary... if, since they cannot physically reproduce, there is no biological difference between 'boys' and 'girls' (in summary, they're hermaphrodites).

I also am aware of the fact that, in some species of octopi, one male's tentacle is actually used as... well, for reproduction.

Combine that with the fact that we only ever see female octolings actually fighting, and that the default octoboy's hair is a mohawk leads me to beleive that, perhaps, the gender tables have flipped as compared to humans. Only cuttings from a male octoling are actually viable to grow.

So, octolings would be drafted to different jobs based off of their gender. Girls, who arent needed for reproduction, would be drafted into things like being soldiers while boys are kept a bit more out of harms way, as they're needed to take cuttings off of. This leads to more female octolings getting riskier or higher-up jobs, while boys are kept ‘at home’ and ‘safe’. Octavio’s rank is actually quite rare among octarian society! Im proud of him.

This also combines with another head canon of mine: cuttings aren't actually clones. If they were, there would only be male octolings, and that isn't the case. But how? Easy! Octopi, in real life, can manipulate their very own DNA and RNA, which leads me to believe that grown cuttings arent actually clones of their parent. They can be, potentially, but they generally come out a lot like a sexually reproduced child would, meaning there can be variations in skin tone, patterns, eye color, and yes, gender.

This all is actually somewhat supported by the playable octolings now as well. The only two hairstyles for boy octolings are the mohawk, or.. The Ball™. Both of which have a noticeable lack of tentacles compared to the girls’ styles.

Perhaps this is because they were... more or less ‘farming’ him for cuttings, as is standard for most boy octolings. However, i’m gonna go a step further to explain The Ball™, as one dear anon asked. On the mohawk cut, you see one large tentacle, and 3 smaller, growing ones in the back. Perhaps thats because, when taking cuttings, you must leave at least one tentacle intact. This is because, if you completely clean-cut and octoling, they come back with just the Ball™ and don't regrow their tentacles evenly. It can be very hard, once done, to get them to begin growing normally again.

Anyway thats that, enjoy my hot take!

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #my hc

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shibyn · 6 years ago

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and the wind sounds like the world’s sigh

persona 4 & 5 | shiho-centric, investigation team Near the end of May, Shiho transfers to a sleepy town called Inaba for a fresh start. However, Inaba isn’t the sleepy town her parents thought would be best for her— its on edge with unsolved mysteries, and Shiho finds that there’s a bit more behind what meets the eye regarding some of her classmates and a TV screen.

chapter 2 | 3.8k | ao3

Shiho smiles. She tries to force her grip on her phone to loosen up, even just a bit, so her knuckles don't creak against it. In the classroom beside her, Morooka shouts loud enough she's sure the whole school can hear him. It makes her tense up a bit-- he wasn't that pleasant of a teacher first impression wise. He had scoffed when she walked into the teacher's office, and he grumbled the whole way to the classroom. She just hopes today's an off day for him.

Shiho jerks awake as thunder cracks outside her window. The shutters rattle outside, and she can feel her bones vibrating with the resonance. Sheets of rain crash against her window, deafening, yet a mere white noise compared to the thunder. Sudden alarm hums in her veins, and she groans, knowing she won't sleep anytime soon. Her mom told her about this, hadn't she--? The neighbor warned there was going to be a storm tonight. There's been a lot of storms recently, her mom recalled the neighbor's words. She rolls on her side and tries burying her head in blankets and pillows so it could maybe muffle it all, but it's fruitless. The air still cracks with the thunder and her whole room is lit with a flash. A dread settles in her bones when she looks towards her closet door. The Yasogami uniform hangs on the door handle like a mourning flag. The yellow looks solemn in the dark, occasionally illuminated a sickly glow by the lightning outside. She hadn't tried it on, yet-- it felt like an acceptance of her fate if she did, but-- really? She's already here. Might as well deal with it. Yet-- and yet-- The buzz of her phone is sudden, even in the noise around her. She feels around for it-- her hand eventually brushes against the plastic case underneath her pillow, and she pulls it out. Clicking it on, the brightness nearly blinds her for a moment, even though it's on its lowest setting. Ann [1:42 A.M.] hhhhhhhhhh inui's gonna killl meeeee i dont care about the ancient olympics >:// can fail this test ,, pls,, i havent slept in days,,, Shiho snorts despite herself. The sky rumbles outside, and she keys out a response. Shiho [1:43 A.M.] idk... if you started earlier you could've had more time to sleep :// Ann [1:43 A.M.] what are u doing up young lady u better be going back to sleep and dont give me that!! u know my heart is dedicated to rewatching sailor moon Shiho [1:43 A.M.] says the one who messaged me sailor moon would want you to forgo watching her show and to study Ann [1:44 A.M.] have u even SEEN sailor moon? shed be in the same boat im in She's miles away, miles and miles away. It-- god, it's going to be awful, tomorrow-- Ann won't be there. She won't be there, she won't be there waiting at the metro, she won't greet her in the mornings with the smile that lights the days. She doesn't want to go, she can't go, she doesn't know anyone there, she doesn't want to go-- Shiho takes in a steadying breath. Her phone buzzes even though she hadn't responded. Ann [1:44 A.M.] ur first day is tomorrow, yeah? hows the uniform? Shiho [1:45 A.M.] [image attached] what are your words, oh fashion goddess Ann [1:45 A.M.] hm.... it'll look cute on u definitely one hell of a uniform... doesnt beat shujin plaid, tho ;)) have u gotten any sleep? Shiho [1:45 A.M.] I have, worry about yourself !! I dont wanna go The uniform looms in the corner of her eyes. She's tired, so tired, her knees ache, she wants to go home. But now this is home-- this house, in the middle of nowhere, Inaba, filled with moving boxes and tense silences and unspoken thoughts. It's been like that since she left the hospital, even at the old apartment back in Tokyo, and-- when has home felt like home? Ann [1:46 A.M.] i know im sorry ill be here for ya, yeah? just one year there you can do it!! Shiho squeezes her phone. She wishes she could have an ounce of the confidence Ann has for her. — Ann [8:14 A.M.] so?? first impressions?? Shiho [8:14 A.M.] its,, like any other school? maybe smaller than shujin? i might just be use to having the school smack dab in the center of the city, tho Ann [8:14 A.M.] isnt it just hills and hills out there?? god... its kinda spooky to think about that... no crazy tall buildings within miles... Shiho [8:15 A.M.] hey, i think it's pretty quant out here Shiho smiles. She tries to force her grip on her phone to loosen up, even just a bit, so her knuckles don't creak against it. In the classroom beside her, Morooka shouts loud enough she's sure the whole school can hear him. It makes her tense up a bit-- he wasn't that pleasant of a teacher first impression wise. He had scoffed when she walked into the teacher's office, and he grumbled the whole way to the classroom. She just hopes today's an off day for him. Ann [8:15 A.M.] sure, sure how does it feel?? being one with nature?? ahh the cool spring breeze, the pollutionless air--!! Shiho [8:15 A.M.] i think that pollution is finally messing with your head Ann [8:15 A.M.] HEY!!! The door slides open abruptly beside her, making her jump and nearly launch her phone down the hall. She shoves it quickly into her pocket, swiping at her skirt for dirt that wasn't there. Morooka sneers, which looks kinda strange with his overbite. "You kids these days and your damn phones..." he spits, and stalks back to the podium without another word. Her hands shake, so she clenches them to keep them still. She takes a deep breath, thinking, please let this be a woke-up-on-the-wrong-side-of-bed morning, and steps in after him. The first thing she notices is that the class is dead silent. They stare at her owlishly, and briefly, she thinks something's wrong. Is her uniform crooked? Backwards? Inside out--? Her hair weird? The humidity might've made it flick up in weird places-- She spent so long this morning making sure everything was alright, though it was more out of an anxious habit rather than to make a good impression-- Was-- was she walking weird? She straightens her back, eyes focused on her feet, right, left, right, left, one after the other-- she didn't think her limp was bad today-- Her fingernails bite into her palm and stands beside Morooka's podium. It's okay, it'll be okay, she thinks like a mantra, trying hard not to show her nerves. She won't--can't-- let something like being introduced to class let her stumble. They're looking because they're curious, she reasons, which does a significant amount to reducing the tension in her back, they're not looking because they're malicious. They're not looking because you walk weird. They're not. It's okay.

"Lets hurry an' get this over with before I waste any more of my time," Morooka says, scowling in her direction. The tension regrows along her spine from his scrutiny. Just as she opens her mouth to introduce herself, he cuts her off-- "Due to some trashy circumstances, this kid's been tossed to this dump not even a quarter through the stinkin' year. Couldn't even wait till the end of the semester, huh?" He looks towards her, as if actually asking her.

Her limbs suddenly feel like they're locking up under his mocking glare. Her mouth goes dry. Is this for real? she thinks, a bit astounded, because wouldn't the teachers here be warned of-- "I..." she starts, maybe to say something back, because he's looking at her like he wants an answer. But-- what is there to say? What answer can she give? She doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want her to be here, so-- Is this what it was like for Akira? Shiho thinks fleetingly, glancing towards her new classmates yet not at all-- none of them wear an expression, an indication, even a hint of what she should do-- he-- he had it so much worse, didn't he? People thought he was awful before he even stepped foot in the school-- "Well? Hurry an' tell them who ya are." He sounds agitated. He motions back towards the class like it's a dismissal. Shiho chews on the inside of her cheek and tries to steel her nerves. "I'm. I'm Suzui Shiho," she says, trying not to trip up with all the eyes on her, "It's nice to meet you." "You shits better not think about tryin' anything funny," Morooka says abruptly, his eyes darting from boy to boy with a nasty glare. "She's comin' straight from Tokyo, and while that place is a shithole and full of assholes, none of you baboons can measure up. I better not see any funny business goin' on later!" Are— are teachers allowed to curse this much? Shiho blinks, glancing towards him. She doesn't know whether or not to be grateful-- it's hard to tell with the mix of insults in his words. No one in the class looks put-off by his word choice, which doesn't exactly help. "You, you're gonna sit over there," he says, motioning vaguely in the direction of the second to last row of desks, near the door. She takes this as her leave, trying not to acknowledge the eyes following her as she sits down in her seat. The girl next to her is silent, staring openly, chin propped up in her hand, eyes half-closed. Some people towards the front of the class crane around in their seats, peering at her. She tries to ignore the stares, the whispers that quietly arise, and she twiddles her thumbs. This is awful, awful-- Soon enough, Morooka starts teaching (can she call it that? it's more aggressive than any teacher she's ever seen-- Ushimaru can’t even top it) and focus is shifted off her for a while. She slips her phone out of her pocket, trying to discreetly hide the fact that she's on it. Honestly-- she doesn't care. Her body's too tense and high strung and she really just wants to see Ann. Ann [8:16 A.M.] shiho? ya still there? Shiho [8:24 A.M.] I think my homeroom teacher beats ryuji in terms of how much he swears Ann [8:24 A.M.] oh!! did u just get introduced to your class!! how was it!! Shiho [8:24 A.M.] not. the best? i kinda just want the day to be over aren't you meant to be focusing on class Ann [8:25 A.M.] youre much more important than whatever ushimarus talking about :// besides!! u say that as if we didnt text each other during class time at all !! be sure to message me when your break and lunch is!! ill try to keep messages in those time so i dont get ya in trouble so early on so!! im gonna go radio silent for now so ya dont get scolded good luck!! ♥♥ message me if ya need anything!!! The corners of her mouth lift up ever so slightly. — Shiho's never been one for being the center of attention. It was just a guarantee, being quiet-natured and friends with a foreign-looking student that everyone seemed to have a vendetta against. Ann's always been the one to dispel unwanted attention previously, too. But she's not here-- so when a couple of students crowd around her desk after class ends, she can feel herself freezing up. "So, you're from Tokyo, too!" One peppy girl says, her hair pulled into a half pony tail. "What chance! It's so rare to get transfers here in the same year! And for them to be from Tokyo!" "I wonder if it's gonna be a trend, like more people from the city will come flooding in," the girl with glasses says. "How's the jump, huh?" The boy who sits in front of her asks, sitting backwards in his seat to face her. She bristles at the question, ice creeping in her veins. He grins innocently, to which she realizes of course they wouldn't know, don't worry, its just weird phrasing, "Seta-san didn't say much about it. What about you? From the city to the middle of nowhere?" Its quiet for a beat, and Shiho really wished they weren't looking at her. "It's... alright, I mean," Shiho says slowly, trying to choose words that aren't too strong in feeling. She had lived in Tokyo for her whole life, and the countryside is so, so different, but she doesn't know how to explain the feeling to these people. She doesn't think any of them will really understand what it's like to be plunged into silence after being surrounded by noise her whole life. "It's... kinda nice being able to see an actual hillside when I walk around, though?" The girl with glasses giggles at her response. "Nature over industry, right? Seta-san adjusted pretty quickly, so I don't think it should be a problem for you!" Well, sure. But that's also Seta-san. Seta-san probably wasn't booted from his home, his friends, his life, all because of the decisions that were outside of his reach, and then dumped off in a place so different, so far away from all he's known. She isn't Seta-san, and she doesn't want to be here. Shiho smiles instead and pinches the back of her hand. "Hopefully." "Have you had the chance to wonder around Inaba yet?" the boy in front of her asks idly. Shiho briefly wonders how long break is, so she doesn't have to sit through much longer of this. She wishes this could just end. She wishes the day would end. "I have," she says, trying to ward off the strain in her spine. "Um, I didn't get to see much, though. We only went to a noodle place, really, which wasn't far..." "Oh! You mean Shishio's Noodle Bar?" One of the girl chimes. Shiho can only nod yes, because she doesn't really know what place it was and it seemed like the proper thing to say. "I love that place! They just put the right amount of sauce on, and the perfect amount of meat in!" the girl gushes, "There's tons of independent restaurants around here, and all of them are incredible!! You really need to try them all, Suzui-san!" Shiho tries to say something back, maybe like the noodles were great or what are your favorite places or just ok, because that seems like the things to say, she can't just give up having an okay school year here just because she doesn't want to be here, right? Even if her skin is crawling at the prospect of conversation with strangers. Ann would want her to try, wouldn't she? And besides, these people-- they're trying to make the effort to talk to her, she has to at least respond. Maybe they want to be friends? But— she finds herself drowned out the second she opens her mouth. "Oh, have you been to the Steak House recently?" the glasses girl asks, unknowingly right over Shiho's quiet words, "they added a new flavor and a kebob option! It's super tasty!" "No way! I gotta try some now! You wanna come with me after school?" "Definitely! You wanna come, Asahi?" "Oh, hell yeah! I'd never pass up going to that place!" "We can go if it's not raining after school. I swear, all it's been doing is raining! Some spring it is..." "It's karma! We didn't get much snow, so now we have tons of rain." Ah. Suddenly, it's like a void has grown around her and the people lounging on the desks around her. She knows these people are trying, maybe, trying to welcome her here, to make her not feel lonely, maybe to be friends, but-- she doesn't feel there, not physically, with people talking all around her, and-- She squeezes her phone. It'd be rude to pull it out and text Ann, wouldn't it? These people seem nosey, they might ask her who-- "Ah, isn't the Steak House near where the police are hanging out, though?" The boy asks solemnly, arms crossed over the back of his chair. "The street might be blocked off, since they're investigating every corner of Inaba." The glasses girl grumbles aloud. "What a pain! I swear, they're just everywhere now-a-days, especially since Tatsumi went missing..." Tatsumi. Shiho remembers that name. She remembers the police officer asking her and her father, in the dark of night, if they knew where the kid was. Wasn't he a student at Yasogami? These-- these people don't seem particularly alarmed that he's missing. "I, uh--" Shiho starts, curiosity bubbling out of her. Should she even ask-- well-- it's a little late to recoil, with the curious expression on the boy's face and the two girls peering at her. She swallows, and starts again. "I-- who... who is Tatsumi Kanji?"

The reaction... isn't what she expected, if she's being truthful. The boy's mouth twists into a brief sneer, the girls scowling. It's like she spoke words of taboo, and not someone's name. "Tatsumi? He's just a punk." The boy waves it off, like he isn't someone missing. "All he knows how to do is pick a fight. Some first year asshole-- thought he was on top of the school..." "Don't worry about him, Suzui-san," one girl says politely, yet it's the furthest thing from it, "he's probably off with a gang doing who knows what-- drugs, getting drunk, whatever. He's total a creep." And. And it hits her like how it was with Akira. She remembers dimly, words of warning, pointing fingers, averted gazes, all regarding a transfer student with curly hair and dorky glasses, don't speak to him, he's a criminal, you know? Akira only wanted to live quietly, and yet-- his whole life in Tokyo, shattered, from day one. Yet-- yet he was nothing like what people said, he wasn't a bad person. Ann trusts him, trusts him wholeheartedly. She told Shiho that he's exactly the dork that he looks like, he loves Big Bang burger challenges, he loves cats, he's a prankster, he-- he didn't deserve to have everyone scorn him-- And she remembers the quiet confession of Mishima to her, his hands shaking violently, eyes glassed over, he told me to. He told me to ruin Kurusu's life, to share the criminal records. All because of Kamoshida-- Shiho doesn't know Tatsumi Kanji, doesn't know if he's actually a creep or a punk or an asshole, but he's still missing. Shouldn't-- shouldn't they in the least care--? "Hey, lay off." They all turn— there's a group of kids sitting in the middle section of the classroom, two of them glaring. The two glaring are both brunettes, and there's a black-haired girl trying to divert their attention, with quiet 'don't start a fight, you guys--' yet with a hard look in her eyes, and a gray-haired boy sitting down, a mix of a scowl and a simple frown on his face. His eyes are sharp, but he's not stand-offish as the other two. A girl scowls in front of her. "What are you talking about, Hanamura?" "Tatsumi isn't some creep or asshole. All of you just are judging him without knowing who he really is," the brunette girl says, fists clenched by her sides. "I don't know about that," the boy in front of her says languidly, "Don't you know the kind of deals he's been making with those biker gangs? He's a delinquent, through-and-through." The brunette boy looks ready to retaliate, but the bell cuts him off before he can start. The people around her disperse, her seat mate returns, and class starts. Shiho fiddles with her phone, and wants to leave. — Shiho resorts to fleeing from the classroom when lunch begins, hoping to avoid any curious classmates and to maybe figure her way around the building. She opted out for lunch, anyways-- she left the box on the counter, knowing that she might not be able to eat with her stomach roiling with nervous energy from being in this school. The halls are sparse with students. Some talking, some wandering, some staring. She bristles, knowing she’s like a sore thumb in this school-- in Inaba, really, which is apparently so countryside that a new family moving in was about the most intriguing thing around. That can’t possibly be true-- sure, Inaba wasn’t big, the high school even smaller, but there’s no way that this community was so tightly knit that everyone knew everyone so anyone outside of the goddamn place was the most interesting person around, with stories of places so far away. There’s a train station here, it can’t be like there’s no outsiders around. She just wishes Ann was responding so she could keep her attention off the lingering looks and curious glances. She heads up a flight of stairs, trying to scope a library she might be able to stake out lunch in for the rest of the school year. It’s always quiet in the library, and hopefully it’ll keep any students from trying to talk to her. Especially with just being there, in the classroom, surrounded but alone, included but only because of proximity-- she doesn’t think she has the guts to really talk with anyone today, anyways. She might not have the guts to talk in the next few weeks-- she’s never been the new kid, never been in a different house, never not been surrounded by busy streets, she’s only known her home in Tokyo. She can’t find the library or any club rooms, which is kinda strange. Maybe they’re on the first floor? There’s another set of stairs ahead of her; it’s either the rooftop, or another floor that might have them. She doesn’t see anyone else heading up, so it must be the roof? Ah. Well, she’s still got time to explore. The roof might be a place of solitude if the library isn’t. Kinda ironic, she thinks fleetingly, footsteps quiet as she goes up. The hallway is bright with light from a set of doors-- it’s the roof. There’s no signs or anything to keep students out, so Yasogami must be one of those schools where the roofs are open. Shujin wasn’t, but it’s not like anyone really cared. She briefly wonders how things would be if they did. She opens the door, and the wind immediately seems to pick up the second she does, sending her hair whipping around behind in her pony tail. The air’s weighty with rain soon to come, but it’s only fairly cloudy out. Ah, wow-- the roof is clean, free of abandoned desks and instead has an applaudable amount of solar panels set up. There’s a couple of students up here already, talking amongst themselves and picking at bento boxes resting on their laps. It’s a big, open space. It’s nearly strange not to see tall buildings blotting out the sky, or casting long shadows over the rooftop. It sets the roof as a whole different entity in her mind-- her knees ache, but not in the same crippling way they did on Shujin’s, when she stood up there with Ann and Akira and tried to keep face while looking down. It’s bright, clean, and she can see the sky. So. Maybe it is a kind of fresh start. She still hates Inaba and wants to be back in Tokyo, but hey, it’s something.

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