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wolfiesmoon · 11 months ago

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Ice skate date?

TWST x gn!reader

characters featured: riddle, azul, ruggie

since i am obsessed with the concept of teaching (almost) grown men how to skate, i return with brainrot (twst edition)

but then again i have a feeling that a lot of the characters have no idea how to ice skate (due to various reasons I'll get into here) . if there happen to be any events or lore where the characters actually know how to ice skate consider this to be a fun little au where they dont

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Riddle Rosehearts

There's no time for useless things when you want to achieve perfection.

That's what Riddle's mom told him when he expressed interest in anything but studying. She had every minute detail planned out and a "useless hobby" would not fit in.

Therefore, Riddle never learned how to ice skate. You can imagine he has his reservations about going to the rink with you.

After a bit of convincing and lots of reassuring him that you won't laugh under any circumstance, he begrudgingly agreed to go.

As soon as he stepped on the ice, he felt unsafe, like he might fall over at any moment but you quickly held out your arm for him to hang onto.

"Thanks." He looked a little startled which almost made you laugh but you shouldn't break a promise.

His grip on your arm tightened as he attempted to glide across the ice beside you. Seems he's really afraid of falling.

"Relax, you'll pull my arm off if you squeeze it that hard." You reminded him gently. You have a feeling you understand why he's so determined to not fall even once and avoiding the stares of curious children.

His grip on your arm loosened but that made him stumble on the ice and almost fall over and he immediately gripped you again. At this point you're worried you'll lose circulation.

"Riddle, it's fine if you fall. You shouldn't worry too much." You smiled, remembering how you used to fall a lot back when you were first learning to ice skate.

"Even I still fall on the ice a lot. This is nothing like a magic history exam, you don't need to be perfect. There's no way to be completely perfect here, anyways."

"I know that. Do not patronize me." Riddle huffed, leaning onto you more and attempting to slide on the ice properly.

"I was not." You wondered if you were too vague with your advice. Did he even get what you meant to say?

Actually, now that you take another look at him, he looks more relaxed and at ease. "Riddle, you idiot. You don't have to act so modest when you're glad I understand you." You thought to yourself, looking lovingly at his determined face.

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Azul Ashengrotto

Honestly, where would he learn to ice skate under the sea? He never even used legs until his teenage years, so ice skating was completely out of the question until now.

That being said, he felt less than confident stepping on the ice.

It was still water, but he didn't like it in this solid form. It was much too slippery and unpredictable for his liking.

"Come here! You can do it! Come on!" You were standing around 5 metres to his right, beckoning him to come over as if he's a toddler who's just learning how to properly walk.

"Drop the babytalking, please." he was definitely not amused which only made you giggle harder.

"Oh, but I was so benevolent as to help you learn how to ice skate. What a shame that my help is so unnapreciated." you did your best Azul impression.

"Wow. I would compliment your acting skills if this wasn't completely innacurate and used to make fun of me." despite that, he managed to somehow make his way to your side, stumbling a few times.

You smiled cheekily, pointing at the edge. "Hold onto that. And onto me too, if you want." He did as you insctructed, looking a little nervous and unsure.

A little kid passed by the two of you, staring curiously at Azul. It must be a little weird to see someone so old just learning how to ice skate for the first time. You anticipated the little children staring.

You could feel him squeeze your arm slightly tighter at that and he seemed to be looking outside the ice rink, avoiding your eyes.

You gently took his hand.

"It's fine. Don't think about it too hard."

You felt him stiffen for a moment.

"You're honestly pretty scary sometimes, you know that?" you had no idea in what sense he meant that since he still didn't look your way. But you have a feeling his cheeks are pink right now.

Doesn't matter either way since he squeezed your hand lovingly.

｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡ Ruggie Bucchi

"Aw man, I just can't get this right." You helped Ruggie up for what felt like the hundreth time. He had free time this weekend so you suggested ice skating, to which he immediately told to he doesn't know how to.

Thinking back on it, it makes complete sense that he wouldn't know how to ice skate. The Sunset Savanna is a very warm nation so snow doesn't fall there and Ruggie didn't exactly grow up in the best living conditions either so he wouldn't have been able to afford a trip to a colder nation anyways.

"You'll get it soon enough." He didn't seem dejected at all even after all the failed attempts to keep up with you, which was nice to see.

"I hope I do, or Leona will get mad at me for being late to tuck him in."

"I still can't get over how ridiculous that is. Tuck him in? What is he, a toddler?" You sighed, catching him when he stumbled over and he thanked you cheekily.

"King's orders, what can ya do." He shrugged. He thinks he's almost got the hang of it now. That's a good thing. Very very good.

"Why are you so determined to learn by today? You know we can always come back some other time." you held his hand, helping him keep balance.

"Isn't it obvious? It's cuz I wanna go on an ice skating date with you. A proper one!" he grinned widely at you, feeling proud of himself.

"Okay, you romantic." you rolled your eyes playfully. The closest you'll get to an "ice skating date" is a beginner skating class for teenagers. Atleast in this short time frame.

But you have to admit, the way he said it with so much determination was downright adorable and almost made you want to cover the rental ice skate fee. Almost.

He'll probably conjure up some insane scheme to avoid paying for them anyways. Which makes you worry about getting in trouble with not just the school, but also the law.

You should probably hold him back this time, huh.

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xcerizex · 2 months ago

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"inside the train is a lullaby to be sung"

We will always feel fear in the face of an unknown future, but this is exactly the reason why we hold on to those dear to us even tighter.

"A good meal, some dessert, and maybe some more of all of that; I hope these are enough to put you at ease, even if just for a moment."

(alpheratz, alpheratz x summoner, fem! summoner, fluff I think, 1.9k words, mild spoilers for Floor 11, the bg setting is that one train bg they used once and then never again, magic stuff idk exists but now it does)

It's quiet and peaceful, as always.

Back in Mid Earthiem, absolute silence was neigh impossible when riding on any vehicle, especially a train. The Summoner closes her eyes, and reminisces the time where the sound of chattering crowds and clattering train tracks would fill her ears, as if it were the day's attempt at giving her music even during the mundane moments of her life.

She misses that–maybe–even if she's lost her memories.

In contrast, the trains in Bound Arlyn are much more silent. Mainly because the inside of the trains had been lined with sound-absorbing artifacts and magic, making it a quiet journey for every person going to or there.

"Have you fallen asleep?"

Opposite her, Alpheratz removes the puppy neck pillow from his shoulders and places it on the table between them while yawning loudly. She doesn't react to him just yet, opens her eyes, and looks out the train window.

From here, all she can see are plain fields of grassy green shooting past them.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

Alpheratz leans to his left and rests his head on his forearm.

"Hm, I would say about 5 minutes, give or take."

"..."

The Summoner draws her fingers over the mist across the window absentmindedly, does this for a minute until Alpheratz calls her out.

"C'mon, I look far more manlier than that."

On the window is a drawing of a mini chibi Alpheratz with a pouting expression.

"Really? I think it suits you just fine."

"No it does not."

She sticks her tongue out at him and raises her sleeved arm to wipe it off before he stops her, touching the back of her hand.

She feels her ears heat up.

"Just because I said it was innacurate doesn't mean you have to destroy it, keep it there."

She withdraws her hand slowly, but doesn't get the chance to formulate an answer as everyone in the cabin hears a bell.

"Please excuse me."

Spica rises up from the couch arranged horizontally from the table they sit at, and heads towards a small box placed by the doorway of their compartment to respond to the magic intermission.

He presses a button signaling confirmation and asks, "Is it lunchtime?"

"Yes. Here is the menu for today and let me know when all of you are ready to order."

A menu magically appears out of thin air and floats down gently into Spica's hands. Excited by the prospect of lunch, Pollux bounds over eagerly and the Summoner takes the chance to get out of her predicament by following suit.

"Oh wow, the lamb skewers look great! And they've got fried chicken too."

Eyes trailing down the list, Pollux marvels at the assortment of choices until Spica moves it away from him.

"Please refrain from hogging the menu to yourself, give us some room to decide too."

"Hey! I was not hogging the menu-!"

"Oi conductor, give me another copy of that will you," Alpheratz asks, interrupting Pollux.

Another menu pops out with a shimmer of stars and lands right in front of Alpheratz. Disapproving at his laziness, Spica clicks his tongue, "You could've just come over here to see it for yourself."

"It's too far."

"You're only three feet away."

"Yeah, that's far."

"Can I have some mushroom soup?"

The Summoner interrupts their bickering and points to the corner of the menu.

"Is that all you're having?" Pollux asks, and starts eyeing the dessert section. "You usually eat more than this."

"Yeah, I'm still full from breakfast."

"But that's too little." Spica gives the Summoner a worried look. "At least have some bread to go with it, you need to take care of yourself properly."

They hear Alpheratz mutter quietly out of the corner of his mouth, "That's rich coming from you."

"I heard that."

"You were meant to."

Aggravated, Pollux stamps his foot. "Can the both of you stop fighting for one minute?!"

The Summoner smiles, and pushes the menu in Spica's hands towards him, "I'll be fine."

The truth is, she just doesn't feel like eating, and what keeps her "full" are just negative thoughts and worries churning inside her like a bad sickness.

Spica stars at her for a few moments before nodding his head, "Alright, let me know if you're hungry later on."

The Summoner gives him a grateful look before going back to her seat, sitting right across Alpheratz. She hears Pollux and Spica talk into the crystal intercom relaying their orders to the chef.

"Oi Alpheratz, what do you want?"

"Oh that? First of all, cocoa milkshake, sirloin steak, apple tarts..."

He trails off–just for a moment–and continues.

"Some garlic bread, braised pork ribs, strawberry gelato with chocolate fudge, sparkling soda, and asparagus covered in bacon."

...Those are all of her favorite foods.

Pollux whistles loudly, "You sure you can eat all of that big guy?"

"Hey kid, did you just call me fat?"

"N-no I didn't!"

"I don't care how much you eat, but just know you're paying for all the extras with your own budget."

Alpheratz smiles and raises the menu. "That's won't be a problem."

"Damn these rich people..." the Summoner mutters under her breath, and Alpheratz's grin grows even wider as he laughs lightly.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Take you for applying for our services, and we wish you a nice afternoon."

A silver food cart pushed by nobody rolls itself into their compartment carrying their lunch. Pollux is the first to make his move and bounds over to grab his dish immediately.

"Woohoo! It looks great! Hey Summoner, do you want me to bring yours over for you?"

"It's alright."

She would rather not have to deal with him dropping her food to the floor on accident, again. In order to avoid a bleak future for her meal, she gets up from her seat ready to head over to the cart, but quickly stops as she sees dishes fly up to the air and over to her, landing infront of her without so much as spelling a drop.

This really is a lot of food.

"Instead of taking it yourself, isn't it easier to do this?" Alpheratz hasn't so much as moved an inch from where he stays, even as the food settles in front of him tempting and steaming hot.

Pollux scowls, swipes his fried chicken and pancakes away before heading back to his table. He nearly trips on the way there however, but is thankfully saved by Spica–both him and the food, and thus another disaster has been averted, for now.

The Summoner chortles.

She sits back down and pulls over her mushroom soup. Picking up her spoon, she can't help but glance over to Alpheratz, who has now finally bothered to lift himself off the table and face the abundance of food laid before him.

"If you need help finishing all of that I can help," she offers. No matter how powerful a sorcerer is, there's no way anyone would have the capable tenacity to withstand such a force of nature.

At least she thinks so, if there exists a spell which allows people to eat infinitely, she wouldn't know.

But her train of thought is dully interrupted as he pushes a few dishes towards her.

The ones she likes best.

"Well I'm glad you offered, because these are for you."

"I'm sorry?"

Just for a moment, she thinks her ears have malfunctioned and subconsciously raises her hands to check on them.

"You heard me."

He pushes the last of them to her, and she watches as light refracts off the sparkling soda–scattered, shining pieces of light bouncing off everywhere. She gets distracted, her eyes following a dot of white on the table and she catches her own reflection, looks at the image of her gaping in surprise.

"...Why?"

Why do this?

Alpheratz looks out the window beside them, as if trying to avoid her searching eyes.

"Because you've gone near radio silent throughout this whole trip after our encounter with Sirius."

The image of a red eye hanging over the crumbling tower flashes through her head.

"You barely drink, or eat, heck you barely even sleep. And don't lie to me and say you do."

Her hand stiffens, and she desperately tries to distract herself from this, reaches out to hold her drink but jolts at the icy feeling of glass pressing against her skin.

"And it's as they say, food always makes a person feel better. You say you don't feel as if you could eat, but maybe putting the best of what you like best would get you an appetite."

He still refuses to look at her.

"Everyone's been worried about you. But because everyone else is too busy beating around the bush, I thought I'd take the initiative myself."

She glances around her and when she sees Spica give her a look and a nod while Pollux pretends to stay engrossed with his meal, that's when she knows it's the truth.

"Hey."

Finally, he looks back at her, with some difficulty. Next stiff as he turns and face her with a serious look.

"You've been worried all this time, haven't you?"

Yes.

She hears the screams of civilians, the crumble of stone walls, and the loud sound of a gunshot ringing through the air in this very moment, as well as every other time she closes her eyes and things get too quiet.

She's afraid that the next time this peace is interrupted, it'll be the sound of another bullet cutting through the air.

"Yeah."

But it's not quiet anymore–not in her heart–and now she hears their worries, woes, and love all in her head like melody notes reciting themselves on a music sheet by memory in her mind. So she smiles back at him, a smile too worn out to be bright but too sincere to be faltering.

"Thank you."

She removes her hand from her glass and reaches out to squeeze his own palms, tries to convey her gratitude.

She thinks he understands.

He says nothing for a few moments in awkward silence before speaking up.

"Your hands are cold."

To that, she laughs.

"Hey, quit laughing. The both of us know that this isn't my style." He groans and lifts his free hand to rub the back of his neck.

He keeps his other hand in hers.

She tries to play along, and pulls down a serious look.

"Seriously though, I don't think I can eat all of this by myself."

"Fine, we can share it."

The both of them are awkward as they go about their lunch, eating almost everything with one hand, refusing to let the hold between them go. It's inconvenient, supposedly, but magic makes the inconvenient convenient as always, so there isn't too much trouble.

"A good meal, some dessert, and maybe some more of all of that; I hope these are enough to put you at ease, even if just for a moment."

And it worked.

"HMRMMMM!"

Pollux's mouth has been zipped tight, and only when he calms down and gives an affirmative nod of understanding does Spica release the Silence spell.

"...Have they fallen asleep yet?"

He's as quiet as he can be, and Spica sighs exasperatedly, which was basically his way of saying yes. He gestures Pollux to keep quiet with a shushing gesture and motions him to sit back down. Silently, Spica walks over to the table holding up nothing but two people and an empty cup of dessert while conjuring up warm, fluffy blankets meant to keep the cold out.

"Good grief."

Their hands are still intertwined even now, sound asleep beneath the evening sun, refusing to let each other go.

Spica deftly and gently wraps the both of them up, bundling them in warmth and praying that it would last, just for a little while longer.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight alpheratz #writing this to get the angst out of my system #idk if it worked

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l-egionaire · 4 months ago

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I wrote out before what I imagined Luz's life would be like if she never went to the Boiling Isles, so I figured I'd give my idea on what happened to the witches of the Boiling Isles in that situation. (Something I've shared with @ordinaryschmuck)

Belos's plans for the Day of Unity continued on unimpeded....but unbeknownst to him, Raine Whispers, Darius, and Eberwolf work to understand his goals and plans. After an undiscovered trip into his mind (along with the Emperor's own nephew) and discovering his plans, they work to save the inhabitants of Bonesborough. Raine gets an idea.....and goes to see their ex, Eda the Owl Lady. After a lot of discussion and secret maneuvering among their coven members, they all get to work in evacuating all the willing Bonesborough residents along with any kind of possessions they can take into the human world.

Unfortunately, when they try to get Alador to leave on the Day of Unity, while he and his children are willing to go, Odalia isn't and tells Belos and the Coven heads of this plan. The evacuess frantically flee as Belos charges to try and bring them back. Eda the Owl Lady engages him in battle in order to give the last few people enough time to escape...but the battle uses the last of her magic and she's trapped in the form of the Owl Beast, Raine just managing to get her cursed form through the portal door before shutting it on Belos.

At first, it was an adjustment for the former Demon Realm inhabitants to live in the human world, especially since the human "knowledge' they had was extremely innacurate. But, one day, Raine, Darius, and Eberwolf were all approached by a mysterious organization. One member was an effeminate man named Mr X.....and the leader of the grouo was a man with six fingers, grey hair, and glasses wearing a trenchcoat who knew a great deal about the Boiling Isles, simply called "The Professor." After a long talk, they agreed to help the Demon Realm folks integrate onto the human world, giving them forged legal documents and things so they could do stuff like attend human schools and get jobs.

The organization also assisted in helping build a place hidden away, where the Boiling Isles folks could live without needing to hide if they wanted to and hold onto their witch culture, called New Bonesborough. They even assisted them in finding any sort of magical beings banished to the human realm and make contact with them in the hopes they'd join their society.

Some witches decided to integrate into human society, living hidden through the use of illusion stones. Some chose to live in New Bonesborugh full time, continuing their old lives the best they could. And some split their time between the two worlds, living amongst both.

Raine was one such witch, spending half their time as a leader in New Bonesborugh's witches council and the other in the human world being a music professor at Gravesdield University....and now raising their adopted son, King.

And so, the Witches of the Boiling Isles did their best to make peace with their new human world lives, living amongst them in secret.....for a good few years at least.

But that's another story....

If anyone has any asks or questions about this scenario, I'm happy to answer them.

#The Owl House #Owl House #ToH #Eda Clawthorne #Amity Blight #Alador Blight #Odalia Blight #Gus Porter #Bonesborugh #Mr X #Amphibia #raine whispers #darius deamonne #toh eberwolf #Hunter whittebane

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the-necromancer-wife · 1 month ago

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Twst OC Introduction:

"Have you ever experienced a bizarre and inexplicable event? Well you're not alone!"

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General:

👁Name: Sun

👁Gender: Female

👁Age: ???

👁Height: 155 cm

👁Homeland: ???

👁Family: ???

👁Dorm: Diasomnia

👁School Year: First

👁Class: 1-D

👁Club: Gargoyle Research Society

👁Best Subject: Conjuration

👁Dominant Hand: Right

👁Favorite Food: "Those meals you can share with friends"

👁Least Favorite Food: Expired food

👁Dislikes: Nightmares

👁Likes: Trinkets

👁Pet Peeves: Creaking floors

👁Hobby: Cryptid Hunting

👁Talents: Creativity

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Unique Magic:

"Reality is frequently innacurate"

"Gestalter":

👁Allows Sun to place eye shaped marks anywhere she decides. She can see through those eyes simultaneously and that's why usually placing too much of them in different spots too far from each other causes her horrible migraines.

👁Every space covered by the visual field of those special eyes are subdued by Sun's desire, allowing her to manipulate how other's perceive reality.

👁Those hallucinations can be controlled entirely by her.

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Personality:

What was that? Oh...you didn't say anything? How strange...

Sun is often described as calm, collected and cool-tempered girl who doesn't really like to interact with others, she doesn't speak unless someone addresses her directly.

Sometimes her comments can be a bit... unusual, as well as her preferences, although she means no harm. She can be a bit judgemental though, often holding grudges for long periods of time.

Her behavior around those she appreciate (close friends) changes exponentially, getting genuinely excited when she gets to hear about their day or about whatever crosses their mind. If she appreciates them enough, she will give them trinkets she finds or collects. Usually this is a gesture only reserved for those she likes the most.

Occasionally, while talking to someone, she'll look away with a concerned expression. But apparently there's nothing to see besides a (very normal) dark corner or empty hall.

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Background:

"If there is a past, I have forgotten it."

Sun was first spotted in the forests behind NRC, several nights before the first years enrolled. She terrorized all the school with her ability to apparently "making the dead walk again". Sun was found to be extremely aggresive and her magic was starting to get out of control from using it over and over to hurt the students "before they hurt her".

Lilia Vanrouge was the one who hadled her. He entered in the forest and endured the horrifying sight, only to discover they weren't actually dead people, but hallucinations created by Sun's Unique Magic: "Gestalter". He found her in a confused state of mind, eyes wide open, terrified at her surroundings.

She didn't know who she was or why she was there in the first place. She didn't have any memories about her past or identity. Lilia earned her trust bit by bit, reassuring that no one wanted to hurt her and that she was safe. He even whispered a lullaby, hoping to calm her down. When she was feeling more relaxed, he took her hand and guided her out of the forest.

She was taken to the headmaster's office, who (out of curiosity and given the inmense magical power Sun held) presented her in front of the Dark Mirror, who welcomed her to the Night Raven College under the blessing of the Thorn Fairy.

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Trivia:

When she first woke up, she found a bunch of random small objects in her pockets, such as buttons, charms, shiny stones, a dice, an earring...

Her name was given to her by Lilia. When he first saw her, he commented "Have you ever felt the sun in your skin?" Later on, when she confessed she didn't remember her name, he suggested that one in particular for no reason.

People usually avoid her, except for a few friends like Lilia, Malleus or Silver.

Lilia never plays pranks on her and always makes sure he has subtle physical contact (like tapping her shoulder or holding her hand) before actually talking to her. When he's asked about this behavior he just changes the subject.

She had a pretty heated argument with Sebek on one ocasion. When he screamed she should adress Malleus properly because she was only a mortal, Sun answered: "You know? You're just the kind of flesh maggots adore"

She joined the Gargoyle Research Club because she didn't want to be alone at night. She later confessed that information to Malleus, adding that she had horrible nightmares.

Her Signature Spell is powerful thanks to her very active imagination.

Due to her bad memory, she struggles with History of Magic, so she and Lilia often study together. Eventually, they discovered that she memorizes things better when she associates said knowledge with a certain small object.

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Hello! I hope you liked this introduction and feel free to ask anything about Sun!

Im planning to make a relationship chart with more info on her friends and acquaintances.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst character

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partywithoutsmiling · 6 months ago

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what headcanons would you apply to the trolls world building or characters?

Pft well I already talked about my headcanons for the various trolls anatomy here, so it's no use to repeat that XD

I also talked about Brozone and their immediate family here (Part 1 and Part 2), and those posts also touched briefly on my ideas for the Pop Trolls, but I will try to summarize those here as well.

Do expect sort of messy answer, but I will try my best to make it somewhat coherent! I will try sort the headcanons by General and by each Tribe individually (Trying to include character headcanons in the tribe ones)

Buckle up lol, it's going to be a long one!

(EDIT: Sorry I took so long to answer, the headcanons just kept coming and I spend hours on editing and trying to make it coherent enough to read lol)

(EDIT2: Also most of my headcanons are focused on World/Lore building, sorry XD;)

General:

Early Trolls history is largely innacurate; before the Theft of the Strings by Pop, neither Tribe seen a particular reason to keep 'written' records of what happened, until it was deemed too important not to. All their recorded history Starts with the String's creation, but for all the Tribes it's more of a cautionary tale for future generations, with different level of faithfulness to the real events. Funk focused on the most factual history; Rock talked about betrayal and the terrifying powers of the strings combined; Country simply cautioned against other Tribes- if one ached for power, so did the others; Classical stressed the importance of keeping the String safe from everyone; while Techno didn't go to any details, and just talked about the importance of their string for their music. Pop Tribe actually has the most accurate retelling of what happened, but that Scrapbook is kept for Royal eyes only- the one that Peppy showed the gang is actually crafted Propaganda, and I will explain more about why Peppy showed that one later in the Pop Tribe Headcanons

The Strings were not created at the same time; going off our own musical history, the creation went in this order: Classical > Country > Rock > Pop > Funk > Techno; before this point, the tribes were mostly differentiated by their lifestyle and the habitat they adapted to, with plenty of intermingling in between. All of them were capable of making music, even though back then it mostly included only humming and primitive musical instruments, usually drums and flutes

The trolls themselves are more like Fae in their origin; beings of flesh and bone but at the same time sort of also full of magical, musical whimsy, their outward appearance reflects the habitat they attuned themselves to. Which is why, even though their looks are so wildly different, they have no issue intermarrying among tribes; starvation is also hardly a big issue, as eating a meal can sustain them for weeks, and all non-aquatic tribes are able to 'breathe' underwater for brief period of time, but only if sort of subconsciously preparing for it. If thrown into water suddenly without preparation, they can and will drown (unless they are able to swim); the opposite is also true for aquatic trolls

The Trolls used to be more widespread in the world; as shown in the updated map of the Troll World (I attached the map to this post), the actual world is rather huge; going off the fact that the Troll Tree was situated in the middle of the Bergen Town, and the Bergens build their town around it on purpose, it hints at the Troll territory spanning more than just their little corner in the north of the map. This would explain the awareness large beings like the Vacationers and Mount Rageons being aware of Trolls Existence- specifically Pop (expand on that later)

The Troll Tree used to be Capitol for all Troll Kind; and ancient effort to create Trollstopia, as exotic in looks and different habitats as is Zootopia in the same named movie, it used to be considered the hub of cultural and technological advances, a perfect Utopia where all Tribes could co-exist in peace and equal. It was also where all the Strings were housed, in the Lyre of Harmony, put on display for all Trolls to see- untill the Pop King took possession over it, causing the Rift and forcing the other Tribes to eventually flee, and the Tree changed to fully attune toward the Pop Tribe only

It was the Trolls Tribe presence that influenced the world around them to change to suit their needs; while at first it was the world that influenced their anatomy so they could adapt the best to their surrounding, now, with the Strings' existence, it was the Trolls who had more palpable influence. Which is why, when setting up shop in their corner of the world, the Troll Kingdoms seems surprisingly diverse considering the position. This ability is not lost with the Strings' destruction, as all the trolls are now infused with their power, as being born under them generation after generation

The Strings are tangible manifestation of music and will; a purified and distilled foci of power, alone they are awe-inspiring, together they are terrifying. No troll alone can hope to use the Strings for long, not if their goal is to focus them only towards one genre of music, getting rid of harmony and instead sharpening their focus towards one note. Their mere presence had wild reaching influence on the Trolls of their representing tribe. When used in disharmonious manner- like when Ancient Pop and Barb used them- the Strings of the Opposing tribes compensate by leeching the User's life force and talent, undected under the euphoric rush of unlimited power, until the user eventually drops dead- something which happened to the original Pop Royal and was avoided by Barb only by pure luck

There is even larger world beyond the updated map; and it's from where the Vacationers originated from, arriving from the east; Vacay Island is actually just a claimed colony which they turned in a holiday resort. Their species name is most likely something else, but being so chill, they don't mind being called a Vacationer.

Vacationers don't venture into the world of the shown map; compared to other large species of habitants, they are actually very fragile- smaller then most of them as well, they keep to themselves, and only feel comfortable around similarly sized species or similarly fragile ones

Vacationers are actually another type of Fae like creatures similar to Trolls; but they are what Trolls would be if they never discovered their Musical Strings- influenced by their surroundings over generations. Their similarities, however, is enough that they can freely intermingle and have children without issues. Similar to Trolls, they are eggborn species

Vacationers are used to having large families; Brandy herself probably comes from seven siblings. It is a sign of happy life and prosperity, and thus considered a good luck to be able to support that many children

Mount Rageons cannot thrive in warm/hot temperatures; going off their plastic-y looks, their skin is actually thick and hardy, insuling them away from the chilling temperature of their homeland but putting them at disadvantage in more tropical settings.

Mount Rageons were the 'dominant' large species of the current Troll world map, and the ones the Trolls interacted with the most during their ancient days; still keeping to more temperate and mountainous regions, they encountered trolls on fairly regular basis- this changed when their culture became too technologically advanced and secluded themselves to their current position

Mount Rageous is not a single city, but an actual Mountain Range, representing the whole country; they have no differentiating settlements- their whole country is build to from bottom up in layers, joined in connecting carways, with the less fortunate living at the bottom and the elite on top.

Mount Rageous is the most technologically advanced of all of the large species, but their society fell largely into consumerism cut throat fame culture; with the glamour and bright polished life reserved only for the most fortunate, which is why Velvet desired that life, to actually have the chance to see the stars; thanks to the negligence of the elite, the lower levels of Mount Rageous are largely carpeted by mist and smog, depriving them of the little natural light the Rageons can 'enjoy'

Rageons are not actually eternal teenagers; but years of chasing the ideal and attractive beauty standard had the whole species 'suffer' from the perpetual infant-like looks (I cannot remember the scientific name for it now XD), making it seem like at one point, Mount Rageons just stop aging, untill they just drop dead from old age at one point.

Velvet and Veneer are legally of age; yes, still technically in their teens, being freshly 18, but that was the earliest they could take control of their own life. Contrary to what it seems, Rageons don't allow minors to become Pop Stars without their guardian's approval, and V&V's parents were against their choice of career

There was a record of trolls being used for their talent in Mount Rageous before; and it is now considered banned and serious crime- not for the talent stealing itself, but because Trolls were seen as good luck and harming one was seen as the most disgusting thing one could do

Neither Velvet and Veneer were actually talentless at the beginning of their career; yes, the movie shows them singing terribly off-key in one of their scenes, but that actually is actually a consequence of them using Floyd's talent as their own. Both siblings had a vested interest in music since very early on in their life, and were able to rise to a wider audience's knowledge on their own merit- enough that they employed Crimp as their manager through purely legal and non-nefarious means. It was only after their rise to fame stuttered to a stop and stagnated just below widely known sensation that Velvet got desperate and greedy- and learning about the way to steal a Troll's talent, decided to kidnap Floyd who has been in Mount Rageous as a guest lecturer, talking about his Brozone days. Using Floyd's talent came with the hefty price of dulling theirs, which is why they realized they need a steady supply of trolls to keep this charade going as they no longer could continue on their own

Crimp was bullied into compliance, but it came with hefty sum of money to convince her; it was easy for her to turn blind eye towards what was happening when money was involved- it was only after Velvet decided to cut her off ("Now I don't trust you") that Crimp decided to cut her losses and try to get out squeaky clean- a ploy that didn't work when futher investigation into Floyd's kidnapping revealed her involvement.

The Bergens at first were a nomadic tribe but forced into being one; coming to the map from the west, they first settled in the area around where the current Golf Course is. Even back then the land was largely inhosbitable and most of their efforst were at trying to pretend they are doing well even as they weren't

Bergens probably originated from colder north woods, dominated by large conifers and plenty of mountain range; a catastrophic event- most likely a doing of another yet unknown species- forced them to traverse from their original land into their current

Bergen's 'offputting' looks are a direct result of said catastrophic event; something that alienated them for sure in the eyes of the Ancient Mount Rageons, who considered their hunched misshaped forms an abomination, and forced them to flee even further north and away from Mount Rageous

Bergens have never met a troll before, untill that fateful day when they devoured one; their goal wasn't actually to find a way to feel happy- they were part of the refugee tribe, led by their 'Gristle' (Gristle Jr.'s father) and they have been starving. Eating the troll was a sign of desperation that turned into something more.

The Bergen's idea of royalty was an influence both from the yet unknown species and the Pop Trolls they encountered; back then, Gristle's father has been just 'Gristle' first, as it was just a title that named the chief of the tribe- but seeing the reverence the Pop Trolls had for their Royalty, his father decided to adopt the King as well, with Gristle thus becoming and inheritable name of the Bergen Kings

When a Bergen achieved an important position, their birth name became obsolete and disrespectful to call them as such; which is why Chef as only ever adressed as 'Chef', and as mentioned above, any Bergen king is only ever addressed as 'King', 'Gristle' or 'King Gristle'; while Chef called Bridget a scullery maid, it's not considered an important position of note- at the same time, however, she also butchered her birth name, offering her the highest insult

Chef was after the throne for decades; born with a cunning streak mile wide and more clever than most, Chef still experienced the strife and hardship of her tribe even as a small child, being already alive when they were nomadic and on the run from any perceived threat. Growing up rather resentful of the Gristle leading their people, as in her eyes his refusal into standing his ground against their adversaries and rather fleeing was a sign of a weak link. She never aspired to try and get to the throne the 'easy' way- to present herself as willing mate and mother to the future Gristle, detesting the idea- but when the Trolls existence became known, along with their effects, it presented her with the perfect oppoturnity to rise to the top and become the whispering viper standing behind King Gristle's throne, enjoying luxuries and power no Bergen ever enjoyed before. It was a slow and insidious overtaking, as the King got older and his successor was born with physical disability that even the Bergens looked down upon (his low stature), while Chef was quite content to slowly build up her image as the one and only source of happiness and prosperity- something that crashed and burned hard with the Trolls' escape

Unable to make peace with her plans getting ruined, searching for the Trolls became Chef's sole purpose; not only for the desperation to return to her previous prestigious position, but also to enact revenge on the little rats that dared to play against her rules. She was also aware that she was not getting any younger- though in her madness spent in the wilderness, the reason started escaping her, and she was just hyper-focused on getting her position back- but not what to do to keep it

Bergens of Bergen Town were actually dying out; thanks to Chef's powerhungry efforts, the whole tribe was desperate to live in Bergen Town, around the Troll Tree- but the Town was not big enough to contain them whole. It most likely came to blows in the past, and perhaps ended with many deaths, with the perpetrators banished into the wilderness- a punishment that remained to be the most used one, as Gristle refused to build a prison as it would deprive them of already rather limited resources they can scrape together.

Even in Bergen Town, the chance to enjoy Trollstice was actually based on lottery; only select few were able to enjoy the treat if their name was drawn, and after that they couldn't participate in the Trollstice Lottery for at least 3 consecutive rounds. The only one able to enjoy Trolls every Trollstice and outside it was the King- a rule that Chef whispered to him, knowing the unfairness would silently grate at the populace. Chef herself never participated in the public Lottery, wanting to be seen as being one of the common folk; any time she was seen plucking up a Troll outside Trollstice, it was believed she did so on King Gristle's orders

The Lottery was rigged; entirelly in Chef's hand, she kept tabs on who was connected to 'troublemakers'. Bridget's parents were most likely one of the early advocates for Trolls' freedom and were banished for it, and thus Bridget's name was never in the running

Most banished Bergens were guilty of either murder or feasting on Trolls in secret (this is why the Cage has been build eventually, to keep those greedy Bergens out)- some, however, were banished for 'disrupting the peace'; Bridged was not the first one to find her moral compass and treat Trolls as living, sentient beings; they were some Bergens before her who tried to do the same and tried to advocate against Trollstice- something that Chef put a direct stop to. Now that there is peace between Trolls and Bergens, those advocates for Trolls' rights returned to Bergen town or started building settlements around Bergen Town.

Not all Bergens were happy with the peace, especially those previously banished for eating a troll outside Trollstice; however King Gristle Jr. goes through the grim effort to make sure those are kept in check, and probably made it clear to up the severity of punishment to execution if needed be- something they don't advertise to their Trolls friends

With their dependance on trolls stopped, Bergens are starting to experience a technological boom; especially after TWT, when the other Music Tribes started to offer their own advancements

Techno:

Used to be called Mertrolls;

While gaining their String last, they were actually the first to sepparate from the general 'ancestor troll'; it was this separation that it took a while for them to develop a String of their own; while they became the most changed of the Troll Tribes anatomically

Their first homeland weren't the Seas, but rivers and lakes; it was only after the String Theft that they decide to completely seclude themselves away for protection

It was only after they moved to the Sea that they gained their bioluminescence; and also when they started adding more actual electronic sounds into their music

Techno Trolls eggs are the only ones who do stay in the Trolls' hair to finish their grow cycle; they sepparate as soon as they bud, and are kept in hatcheries, overseen by the Egg Keepers. The hatcheries themselves are kept near hydrothermal vents that supply the necessary warmth, and also the neccessary nutrients for the eggs to finish their growth and eventually hatch

Each hatchery has section reserved for the specifical bonded couple; this reserved spot remains for the whole of their life and is only passed to another when the original pair either renounce it or passes away

Much like other Tribes' trollings take comfort in snuggling into their parents' air, Techno Trollings like to press their face to their Parents' pulsing hearts;

Techno Trolls are the only Tribe to have never a large species in the past; it was only after TWT that they became more curious and were introduced to Bergens, while they found the Vacationers all on their own

To them, their String became a sacred artifact, a single source of their music; and their history murals warned against anyone ever laying their hands on it, all the other Tribes described as alien like creatures from the land

It was the role of the Techno Ruler to keep their String safe and if needed, sacrifice their life for it- and the lives of other Techno Trolls if it came down to it; something Trollex refused to do, chosing to rather give up the String rather than going over corpses to keep it

This most likely caused some discord among the Tribe; where it was the more conservative Trolls butting heads against the more liberal ones, arguing if Trollex's choice was a correct one

While Techno never feared danger from larger people, they have enough sea predators trying to devour them; something that caused Trollex's parents to perish early in his childhood and the Tribe was ruled by a regent untill recently- the opening party in TWT was actually his Coronation party, and for this reason Barb chosed to attact, knowing it would be the most opportune time to do so

Classical:

Used to be known as Crested Trolls;

Even in ancient times, they considered themselves to be the the most cultured out of all Tribes; being the first to really start building their settlements instead of living wild, they first focused on producing food for themselves instead of gathering. This lead to them having firmly assigned roles and routine in their lives, leaving free time which they used to polish their musical skills and gave grounds for the creation of their String

Being a largely nectar and fruit eating species, they consider killing and eating another living thing barbaric; something that put them at odds even in the past, when all Tribes lived in Harmony. They were the most reluctant to keep their string along with others on display in the Lyre- a reluctance that became justified when Pop tried to steal all the Strings

Well aware of the power the String possesses, it became their goal to keep it safe from everyone else; not because it was sacred, but because they know that it could lead to destruction. Encasing it in the Conductor's baton seemed to be the most incospicuous choice of placing

They pride themselves on being the original String makers and always harboured a little sense of superiority towards other tribes because of this;

They have no King to rule them; considering the ancient's King folly to give up their string for the Lyre of Harmony, they went away with the whole monarchy concept and are futhermore ruled by the Conductor- which is a job title rather than a leadership title. Conductor's main role is to be the Warden of the String, and it is a prestigious position that a Troll trains hard for

Conductors never bond and never have children; they refuse to make it inherritable position

Trollzart is the oldest of all the current Tribe rulers; being in his late forties, and holding the position of a Conductor for over ten years now

Funk:

Used to be called Humpback Trolls; nearly all of them were quadrupeds, untill more bipedal Funk Trolls started being born

Well before creation of the first String, their prime focus was knowledge and thirst for it; living seemingly inhospitable deserts and steppes, they became largely invested in seeing how the world ticks, and what to do to make their tribe live and thrive. It was only after witnessin the powers of the Rock and Pop Strings that they started to entertain the possibility of researching them. Knowing, however, that asking the Other tribes for one would be stupid, they went on to create their own

Realising the destructive power of the String early on, they didn't see danger in it but hidden potential; their own String in particular became not only representation of their music but also a tool, one that allowed them to power their early machine and syntetize new metals and alloys. They shared this with the other Tribes when the effort to instill harmony started, and it was thanks to their help that the troll tribes started leaping in technological advances. They were also the ones to build the Lyre of Harmony, as a way to house all the Strings safely, unaware of the consequences that could bring that

After the String Theft happened, they were the first to clear the premises, with Techno following close second; they saw no point in contesting the Pop Troll territory that even after the death of their mad King was rather large, and instead looked to the skies. Their first ships were at first gas and steam powered behemoths, before they started to explore more fantastical options of anti-gravity and magnets

They keep their String under lock and key, grimly aware of the events that took place, and vowing to never let history repeat itself;

Up until Cooper's return, they considered Pop Trolls to be extinct, as they havent seen a hair of them for over 30 years; and even then, they didnt hold them in the highest regard. When Cooper told them about the Pop Trolls turmolous history and the way they accepted him and cared for him as one of their own, it was enough leeway that Quincy and Essence were wiling to give Poppy an audience

Contrary to other tribes, Funk trolls are the most open towards evolution of genres, as shown in Prince Darnell's Hip Hop core, and celebrate this evolution joyfully, seeing it as natural progression of things;

Gold and Silver tinsel are only reseved for the royal family; Silver for the Consort and Gold for the main ruler and the Throne Heir

Quincy and Essence sort of unofficially adopts Branch, though he is very unaware of it; encouraging Darnell to be his friend- which is no hardship to the Prince- Branch is often hanging around in Vibe City, when not with Poppy that is. They can just see he is starving for familial love- especially after Cooper tells them more about him- and can sense that Branch is more gender-fluid than it shows

Country:

Used to be Dasher Trolls;

Country Trolls were the second to separate from the 'ancestor troll', and their chosen territory was the most inhospitable out of all; with no cover as far as eye can see, their only option to protect themselves from birds of prey and other various predatory fauna is to run away. Combining that with scarcity of edible vegetation, they too needed to become more hunters than gatherers.

With gaining of their 4 legs, most Country trolls lost their ability to use their hair at all; it is still thick and able to stay upright, but right now all they use it for is for keeping their eggs safe as they develop

First Country trolls were nomadic; it was only after the creation of their String that they started becoming settlers, leaving their hunter lifestyle behind to instead get into farm-raising animals

Country Trolls are the only ones who are unable to 'breathe' underwater, even for a while;

With their nomadic lifestyle, they have been considered a myth at first by the ancient troll tribes; and when met for real, not accepted as wholeheartedly, thought to have too many limbs

In recent times, after Pop Trolls, Country Trolls are the only Tribe whose numbers have diminished greatly; forced to free from well established settlements and setting up new ones in Lonesome Flats took their toll, especially as new dangerous fauna and flora cut down their numbers from inexperience. It wall all very trial and error, and too painful even for them- so it's not something they talk about

Country trolls are used to seeing wandering trolls from other major tribes (like Rock) or smaller ones (usually bounty hunters); they don't mind offering their settlement as point of respite, but often they have to deal with unruly visitors- thus every town has a jail

They have no royalty, but their Mayor position can be considered semi-hereditary; Delta Dawn took over the position of Mayor from her Uncle, however in every 5 years there is a chance to vote in someone else- Delta has already been re-elected once

Country trolls were the only one not completely horrified to learn Pop Trolls were regularly eaten; after all, that's the daily risk in Lonesome Flats- something is always trying to eat them

Delta Dawn and John Dory met in the past; specifically after JD followed the escape tunnels' direction from the Troll Tree in hopes of finding any sign of Pop Trolls- instead he overshot and wandered into Lonesome Flats, Grey and Depressed

Delta's job before being a Mayor was Jail Guard; it was her task to guard JD who accidentally mixed up with pair of Rock Trolls causing havoc- she failed this task as JD managed to escape, causing Delta to habour a minor grudge

Rock:

Tunneler Trolls;

Rock and Pop Trolls share the same closest ancestor; before the creation of their Strings, one could hardly distinguish each Tribe troll apart, as their colours were muted an earthen, their only differences influenced by their lifestyle

Are definitelly more nocturnal than other trolls and dislike going out in full sunlight; their eyes are sensitive, so most of the day is spent either napping like lazy cats or expanding work underground

Longstanding rivalry with Pop Trolls, even before Pop Tried to Steal their String; definitelly had some territory disputes while their musical styles clashed with each other the most

Rivalry started after Pop Created their String; before that the Tribe traded frequently and intermingled

Young Rock Trolls posses Wanderlust; it is considered 'rite of passage' to go on a 'World Tour' after reaching 18yo, thought one can choose to go later. This Tour can happen within the Rock Troll territory or outside of it- and can be done in group or solo

They are ruled by King and Queens, but don't use the title of Prince/Princess; instead they are simply called Heir/Throne Heir

With the exemption of Pop, they are the only Tribe whose Royal line comes directly from the Originator of their Rock String; Whenever a heir with is born with red hair, it's seen as good luck.

The future King/Queen is determined by using their Rock String; if Winged Skull and Lightning Bolts appear on their chest after, they are considered blessed by their ancestor to rule the Rock Tribe (King Thrash never had it- it is a carefully guarded secret, as the original heir, Thorn, abandoned his Tribe in favour of his mate and his sons-> this is connection to my headcanon about Brozone's parents XD;);

Barb's tattoo faded after her failed World Tour; it is still there but not as visible as before- she can't decide if it is because the Strings were destroyed or because she tried to steal them

Rock Royals don't wear crowns; instead all wear Skull belt, which only Rock royal family can wear

After Funk Trolls, Rock Troll civilization is the most developed and advanced; they are also the only one minting their own currency, in the shape of guitar picks (Steel > Brass > Copper)

This currency is adopted by the Minor tribes living in the Unclaimed territories, and is the only currency the various Bounty Hunters accept contracts for;

Pop:

Canopy Trolls;

Rarely ever ventured down from the trees, generally kept to the highest branches of the trees; it was from there where their incredible hair control and shaping developed, though those skills grew stronger and sharper only after they gained their String

They used to have more earthen, mossy colours, until their Pop String; they also used to be taller and more wiry, compared to their Rock Troll relatives

Pop Tribe had the largest population boom after they gained their String; they are the only Tribe where any Troll can have an egg, male or female or other. Also, many minor Tribes joined willingly or were coerced to join

Even within the Tribe, there are distinguished clans; the glitter trolls hailed from now extinct Disco tribe

The Troll Tree Utopia has been a plan from dominance from the start; while alliances were agreed upon and made, the at the time Pop King knew the only way to get his hands on all the Strings was to convince all the Tribes to live together

"Poppy" is a heritage name; it is usually given to the younger daughter, who is not meant to inherit the throne, in honour of the Queen Poppy the First who ruled over the tribe after he mad brother the Pop Emperor died after overusing the Strings

Peppy is not of Royal Blood; his Wife was. His full tittle is King Consort but no-one is going to call him such. This is also why he never knew the real history of what happened with the Strings, and only knew the Propaganda version, that laid blame at all their feet

Pop Trolls were always loud and fearless; they interacted freelly with the ancient Mount Rageons and lived in their settlements all Borrower style- habit they never grew out of, becoming incredible crafters, able to make something out of nothing, but focused on their scrapbooking and artistic efforts

They used this skill especially while caged in the Troll Tree; while full on escape was not possible, they were able to send small scouting parties into Bergens' homes and basements, bringing back scraps and materials that supplied their much starved economy while giving them the tools to continue crafting their escape tunnels

The escape tunnels were started being build as soon as the Bergens encircled their Tree from all sides; the Pop Royals were not blind towards their people's plight, but the project was both delicate and time consuming

'Sad Book Club' was a covername for rebelious Pop Troll faction; especially while at the Troll Tree before their capture by the Bergens, there were plenty of trolls whose ancestor did not heed the Queen Poppy the First's orders to not keep records of what really happened with the Strings and passed it down. The Goal was to not only keep the truth alive but to also have contingency plans in case another Royal goes mad

They did have appreciation for sad books that wasn't a cover-up however;

Majority of them are within the Putt Putt Clan; Clay has been accepted into the co-leadership position partially because Viva chose him, but mostly because it would mean Clay was the closes to watch her for any signs of madness, as back then they were convinced they were the only Survivors from the escape

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #ask #lore dump #anon ask #Sorry I went a bit overboard lol

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yuribeam · 9 months ago

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hey hello, sorry if this will be rude but wow your last post dude

hrt is NOT "like trying antidepressants" holy shit why are you spreading such an innacurate information

every hormonal medication doing fucked up shit, like don't you hear about all problems that cis women obtain after using oral contraception, for example? all health problems that tgirls get?

hrt is not like hell yeah give a shot and then just stop using it if it won't fit, nothing serious will get you i promise ;)

sorry again but as a trans on hrt MYSELF i'm a little confused by this attitude

my comparison to antidepressants was not in a literal medical sense. I meant HRT should be destigmatized and considered neutrally as a potential tool you can use that may or may not improve your health.

I very clearly say you should be fully informed of the risks.

I am not saying there are no permanent changes, I am saying you will not be immediately and completely transformed overnight like a werewolf and you can stop taking the medication at any point, assuming your hormone-producing bits have not been surgically removed. Obviously some changes can come quickly and it varies person to person. Obviously some changes can stick after you go off it. See again, informed of the risks.

I am on hormonal medication myself. I am aware of its physical and mental effects. I have tried dozens of other medications too. I have been fucked up by various meds in the past, including some long term side effects. I am disabled with complex medical problems, so believe me, I am familiar. However, in every case I weighed the risks and decided with my doctors to try them because I killed the gatekeeper of earning through suffering in my head and gave myself permission to try.

There's a huge transphobic narrative that HRT is unlike any other medication and should not follow that same process of informed consent, and that trans people should wait years and years agonizing lest they mutilate their bodies, and the sentiment of that post was intended to counter the internalization of that which causes many trans people to suffer for years thinking they're not trans enough to try medication, which most people picked up on.

It was not to give medical information on how HRT works, just to say that it is a process you can have some level of control over.

HRT very obviously has risks. I think everyone is well aware of that. Changes can obviously be permanent, but by and large they are gradual changes, not flipping a magical sex change switch.

I am not encouraging people to go try HRT for kicks and giggles without knowing the risks. I'm emphasizing that it's a personal decision that they should be empowered to make just like any other healthcare decision.

It takes years for a puberty to "complete." You know how people complain it's been months or years and they've barely seen any changes or still don't "pass" Going off low dose HRT after a few weeks or months most often doesn't mean you're forever gonna look like a man or a woman now, or that you can never try it again (in the case of informed consent access).

At a certain point, HRT kinda is just give it a shot and see if it fits. Not give it a shot if it passed your mind once or as a first step in exploring your gender, no one is saying that, but if you've been agonizing over whether you're allowed to try it, you should give yourself permission to explore the option. You have to pull the trigger eventually, which is what I'm saying, not to fire blindly. There will always be a degree of uncertainty with any medication until you see how it works for you and your body.

If it's something you want, you are informed of the risks and have accepted that your mileage may vary, and preferably have medical supervision for safety reasons (although I recognize that is a privilege for trans people in many places) you should give yourself permission to try it.

#my posts

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years ago

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Okay so I do agree that a lot of Army are more about looks and style but I don't agree with the 'what music do they even listen to' dig. Synth pop is a particular Western phase of music, especially European. A lot of the people commenting seem to be from SEA or SAsian countries and those have very lively local music scenes and history. I know Indians who just never listen to any Western music except ABBA and the Beatles. Those are probably the fans who also think BTS is refreshing and new because they just literally haven't seen a big Asian pop act do those genres.

Anon, you are proving my point. I don't know why you're making this as some geographical/cultural issue with no actual evidence, when the generational aspect might be more suited (and even more democratic without making judgements based on nationality and West/East divisions. Perhaps there are, but for that we need to dig deeper on that aspect and it's besides the point I was trying to make).

You call it western phase of music when synth pop had its origin in England, West Germany and Japan. Are we going to ignore that last detail? And you know how I know and made sure I'm not saying something innacurate? I googled it. And by doing that, I also found many articles on it, like this one for example:

At this point we're just finding excuses for kids who can't use the internet. Even if they've never heard of the term in their entire life, if they've never listened to one synth pop song because it's not a genre that gets played in their country, how does this justify not being able to type those two words into a search bar? It's the bare minimum.

#bmt asks #bts army

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alatismeni-theitsa · 2 years ago

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A little worried reminder that Disney's Hercules live action will have music numbers but they'll be "inspired by TikTok dances*...

I actually dont think that's a good idea. First tiktok is just a trend that'll come and go, also the dances no matter famous to me are just cringe 😅, so having something that later will be outdated will not be good for the movie.

Why not instead make a new live action based on Greek mythology? I know Disney's Hercules was really innacurate but as a Greek it has a special place in my heart, because it was my childhood (also the greek dub was soo good 😍), it was fun, with great animation so why ruin it..

Disney adaptations are rarely good and I think this one was also destined to fail 😞 At least now it will objectively fail and not be the type of failure that many USians will love but Greeks will see it as another Greek myth movie detached from them. The dub was good because it was about our country. I don't think the movie will be subbed or dubbed the same way so it will lose that magical touch it had for us 😞

#hercules disney #answered

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cepheusgalaxy · 6 months ago

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Meine

[image description: two images of a boy with warm brown skin and a little above shoulder-lenght white hair and blue eyes. he wears a white dress shirt under a green jacket in both, but in the one at the left he has a third eye and a curious expression and in the kne at the right he doesn't have the third eye and his expression apathetic and he has eyebags. the one at the left is a loose drawing and the one at the right is a picrew. /end id] (credits of the fanart at the left to @jojacopas)

Basic info: Meine (he/him)

Background: Meine has a rare and powerful power, even for this setting, so when he was 6 years old his father took his guard from his mother and trained him to be useful. When he was 12, his mother took him back and he’s been living with her ever since.

Role: Protagonist

Main traits: Suspicious, observant, quiet

*Notes: The picrew is a little innacurate, he has a third eye like in the image of the left, actually. These images also despict him as a child, his actual hair is longer now and he covers his third eye with his bangs. He also changed his last name two times.

Ceres

Basic info: Ceres/Arkisto (she/her)

Background: She has a very uncommon power and grew up in a customized lab surrounded by caregivers to give data to this project. She doesn’t have a lot of experience socializing with people her age. Her given name is Arkisto but she changes it later.

Role: Co-protagonist

Main traits: Extroverted, high energy, cheerful, unsure

*Notes: She has an awesome power I just have to figure out what it is.

Adastrea

Basic info: Adastrea (she/her)

Background: She works in pedagogy and in the context of social projects. She was married a very long ago to a very wealthy corporate named Adonis Javon Coronet (Meine’s dad). They didn’t match very well, so they got divorced and Adastrea got Meine’s guard, since Noah didn’t seem interested in it, until Meine started manifesting his powers.

Role: Supporting character

Main traits: Tolerating, proactive, gentle, clueless

*Notes: She's giving her best but not the best at parenting you know. Her full name is Adastrea Sose Oleander.

Adonis Coronet

Basic info Adonis (he/him)

Background: He is a very rich CEO of a company specialized in magical goods and is Meine’s father and Ada’s ex-husband. When he found out Meine had developed a special power he could exploit, he used his influence and wealth to win Meine’s guard at court. Six years later, at a visit of Adastrea to Meine, his schemes showed out and the case was again taken to court, where he lost custody of Meine at once, due to the abuse allegations.

Role: Minor antagonist

Main traits: Possessive, opportunistic, coolheaded

*Notes:

#The OC Masterpost #ver. 2.0 #my ocs #ocs tag #meine wip #my wips #meine oc #kyouka oc #adastrea oc #mr coronet oc #described #i have a great magic system for this now i just need a plot #meine's full name is meine coronet oleander #oleander is his mothers name #edit: yippieeee adonis has a name now!!!

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risingshine · 2 months ago

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"Whta do you - how do you-" She's hurting her head again, she might need a second. "...How can something be 'real' but not actually real? Science is about discovery! Making models more and more accurate to how the world actually works, so that we can predict and manipulate outcomes with greater accuracy!

Pushing the boundaries isn't actually warping reality, right? How would anything have work before paridigms happened? Why was the four humors theory often so innacurate if that was how reality worked at that time?"

Even in her mini spiral, she couldn't help but stop at the claim of groups controling reality.

"...Not for nothing, but that sounds like a conspiracy theory. There's some...shadowy cabal that's been around since the middle ages, determining how reality worked based on peoples perception of it? Why would they do something like that? It isn't like the way reality works benifits some people over others?"

"Science as Noelle knows it doesn't consider magic, mana or magical instruments that she uses in any capacity - so I can understand why she doesn't embrace it whoelly. And it is not as if she has time to convert everything, nor has reason to."

"I'm pushing the boundary of science just fine without this whole paradigm thing! Because the stuff I am trying to get to is already there! I just need to create a system where we can manipulate it in the way I want it to! I don't have to change the way everyone sees genetics in order to do what I'm already doing!

We took two thousand years to determine germ theory because it took that long to make microscopes! Thinkers already created germ theory before, but couldn't show tangible proof that wasn't explained away by other theories at the time!

And by your logic, the wright brothers wouldn't have been able to even make heavier than air flight! And the reason why we could go to the space race so quickly is because we already had rockets and fireworks! It wasn't a matter where we were working from scratch from airplanes to rocketships!"

"Is that correct? Is that really true?" Gina poses the question directly. "If you are unaware of a thing, does that mean that it exists? Obviously, all things exist. But given the reality paradigm, what actually exists before someone decides that it does?" Very metaphysical.

"The reality is that you're actually entirely wrong there. They existed in terms of what was possible. But they did not exist in reality as it was. That's the nature of the paradigm and why we seek to expand it. If everything was simply a matter of discovery, then there would be no need to push the boundaries of reality. Every step of the way, we made the conscious choice to push things in a scientific direction, overturning the consensus reality that decided things that we did were impossible."

"Furthermore, there were in fact people in a tower deciding what reality would be, and there still are; in the middle ages they were not united as such, but the singers and the hermetics and the various mages enforced their will upon reality. At the dawn of the renaissance, the so called Ivory Tower was formed, in order for what was then called the Order of Reason to overturn that paradigm. Now, there is the Command, which is what the Technocrats call their top town central control center to control consensus reality. I mentioned at the beginning how sacrificing possibility for control leads to stagnation; they did exactly that."

"So I am not calling her a fool for being raised in ignorance. I am calling her a fool because she has experienced a better paradigm and decided that everything is relative, and that science and magic are the same, and that proves her foolishness. She chooses to dig a hole with her hands rather than using readily available shovels."

"And I will bring your work into this, because these are things you must be willing to confront and deal with. If you want to change reality, if you want to push the boundaries and make your desires real and tangible, then you have to be willing to literally challenge consensus reality. If you are not willing to do that, all you will find is failure and frustration, as you have to this point."

"In any case, ask yourself what it means that under the consensus reality paradigm, humanity took two thousand years to discover germs but only required sixty years to go from the first heavier than air flight to landing on the moon, and what paradigm made that possible."

#hybrid heart; iyana

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doomh3ad · 2 years ago

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Bo Sinclair with a (horny on main) AFAB reader who purposely fucked up her car near Ambrose just to meet him 👉👈

I’m a feral animal for the way you write him I am so sorry

-Housewife Anon 🧁

YESSS IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ... FUCK your fan belt i want bo's belt smh. innacurate description of cars bc idk abt them (bo should teach me sometime). also inappropriate use of the hood of a car. they fuck on a car is what i'm saying. bo used way too many nicknames bc it's hot idc.

bo sinclair + AFAB! reader who fucked up her car to meet him (nsfw under cut)

"Need a hand there, darlin'?" You hear a distinct southern accent coming from behind you.

You turn to see the smoking hot mechanic you were told about, running a hand through his annoyingly perfect hair. His sharp suit throws you off, but you understand when you remember the funeral Lester warned you about in the church.

"Oh! You're Bo, right? Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with her, thought she just needed filled up-" you wonder if he'll catch your double meaning - "but I'm hopeless with cars."

Are you batting your eyelashes too much? Maybe tone it down a little - no, wait, he seems interested.

Bo raises an eyebrow and grins, subtly trailing his eyes up and down your figure.

"Well, sweetheart, you just let me see if I can't work my magic on her. I'll open her up, you just relax yourself and have fun in town, how's that sound?" Bo offers, now less subtly eyeing the outfit you picked out specially for the occasion.

"Sounds great," you reply, almost breathlessly. Something about his southern charm is making your head spin, and you leave with Bo's reassurance that your car will be taken care of in less than an hour.

You decide to spend your time at the wax museum, it being the only other interesting attraction in the little town of Ambrose other than their ridiculously attractive mechanics. You're admiring a wax figurine when you start to wonder if Bo is able to tell that you broke that fan belt on purpose. In your defence, it probably needed replaced anyways. And it wasn't like you'd miss the opportunity to meet (and hopefully do more than meet) Bo Sinclair.

Speaking of him, it was probably time to get back to the gas station. But he was nowhere to be found, the station empty. You began to worry a little when you see your car, but no Bo - was your plan foiled?

A sharp whistle interrupts you from your thoughts, and, once again, Bo is behind you, smirking at your surprise. He lets his hand lazily rest on your waist when he comes closer to hand you your keys.

"Car's ready when you are, doll. Unless you're planning to stick around for a while?"

Was that an invitation? Maybe you should see how far you can push this. Does he want what you want?

"How much do I owe you?"

You reach up a hand to wipe off a dark smudge on his cheek, cheeks heating up at how his frustratingly handsome face breaks into a sweet smile.

"You don't owe me nothin', happy to help. Now you let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, got that?"

It's your breaking point. Your hand moves to his perfect jawline and tilts his head down to yours for a long-awaited kiss, Bo's grip on your waist becoming more confident. He breaks away to move you until your back is on the hood of your car, caging you in with his body on top of you. It's then that he asks if you're sure, if this is what you want, if you're comfortable. The eager 'yes, please' he receives rewards you with a delighted chuckle from Bo, unbuttoning his shirt as you likewise free yourself of yours.

The electricity in the moment, the way his lips leave marks as he kisses down your chest, ridding you of all your clothes on his journey...this is what you came to Ambrose for. Bo stops his venture momentarily to unbuckle his belt, but not before giving you a taste of what his wicked tongue can do.

"How 'bout I see what else I can work my magic on, honey?" He quips at you, flashing that grin.

You got precisely what you bargained for.

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yandere-daze · 3 years ago

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Horrortober Day 16

And with a bit of delay, here we have day 16! I really didn´t want to skip this one because I had planned to write for Natsume here, another favorite of mine ^^

I´m going to try and catch up on the days I have missed but they probably won´t be posted on the actually correct dates anymore because I very much doubt I can catch up in a single day

For this one I believe I should mention that I´m not at all versed in things like magic, spells and witchcraft so I apologize if this is very innacurate to the real thing! I just thought it would make for a good story! I´m trying to get into tarot reading but since I´m just a beginner I used different websites to help find meanings for different cards. This took quite a while for me to write because I kept getting distracted while reading thorugh different card meanings kfnsnf

Prompt and challenge by @pastelbirb and @yandere-sins!

Link to my Horrortober masterlist here!

Day 16: Spell --> “It’s like you put a spell on me.”

tw yandere, tw obssession

The shuffling of cards was the only thing to be heard in the depths of a single hidden away room at the back of Yumenosaki. There was no light source except for the small candle standing on the floor, just big enough to illuminate anything close by and nothing more. There was a young man sitting cross-legged right there in the corner as his hands once again started picking up the cards laid out in front of him and with an annoyed scowl on his face he frantically shuffled them again for the umpteenth time this evening. If the cards would just align with what he wanted to see from them then he could have stopped doing so a long time ago but as they refused to tell him what he wanted to hear, he just kept going.

On this evening, Natsume felt especially unhinged, more so than usual. For the longest time he had been enamored with you and your adorable expressions. From the very first moment he had seen you he knew that you two were meant to be together. He felt it in his very soul, there was an instant connection between you two, one he refused to ever give up on.

And he knew that you must feel the same from the way you would always blush so cutely when he tried flirting with you or called you loving nicknames. Hah, nothing could beat your embarrassed expression when he calls you his little kitten! He keeps thinking about it when he tries to fall asleep, you´re in his every waking thought, no matter what he does.

“It´s LIKE you put A spell on ME”, he mumbled to himself as images of your smiling face kept entering his mind. And then a particular recent memory came back to him that made him scowl intensely and his hands twitched as his shuffling grew more frantic. The very thought of what happened today made his blood boil.

The worst thing that could have happened, happened. That stupid mophead Tsumugi actually had the nerve to ask you out on a date and you being way too kind to refuse anyone even agreed to go with him! At that moment Natsume had really wanted to rip Tsumugi´s head off, how dare he think he deserves even a fraction of your attention? How dare he try and take you away from him? Natsume had always had an inkling that his unit mate might harbor feelings for you but he never imagined he would actually gather up the courage to ask you out. He had always been so pathetic and weak, the idea seemed ludicrous to him which is why he had never tried to discourage him from doing so. Now he really wished he did. Natsume was certain nothing would actually come out of the date, you were destined to be with him after all, but just picturing you and Tsumugi together in a romantic setting made him so unbelievably mad.

He felt like he needed to reassure himself of your eternal love so he went to his secret room in the school to ask the stars for confirmation. With tarot cards in hand, he was fully prepared for them to just tell him what he already knew, so why wasn´t it working out how he had envisioned it? In the countless of hours of reshuffling and redrawing his trusted tarot cards, Natsume had seen the Five of Pentacles one too many times now so that every time the card popped up again, he grew more and more desperate. This just couldn´t be true, loneliness and abandonment, rejection? No there must be some kind of mistake! So he kept reshuffling the cards, hoping for the outcome he wished. But no matter how often he tried, the stars refused to confirm what he already knew.

The longer he sat there in the confines of this room, the more restless and frustrated he became. Then a thought crossed his mind. If fate decided to be stubborn with him then he could also just take a look if there was even a chance of success of a relationship between you and Tsumugi. Maybe this was just a fluke and there was nothing for him to worry about, there would be no blossoming feelings between the both of you! He wouldn´t allow it in the first place.

So, with renewed vigor Natsume posed a different question to his cards. “Is there ANY chance of a RELATIONSHIP between y/n and TSUMUGI?” Then he concentrated his energy on the deck of cards laying in front of him and repeated the question a few times in his head before dutifully shuffling the tarot cards again. When he finally felt satisfied and his fingers grew itchy to finally have his answer, three cards fell out of the deck in his hand on their own. Knowing that this must be a sign from above he laid them down in a straight line in front of him and with bated breath, he flipped all of them upright.

With widened eyes, Natsume almost felt his heart stop as his eyes gazed at the now visible three cards in front of him, before he felt it beating faster than ever before. His eyes started twitching in anger and at the moment he wanted nothing more than to rip the three cards apart that were mocking him so very clearly, he wanted to forget this ever happened.

The Sun, The Lovers and The Fool all laid out in front of him in upright position, all of them major arcana which meant they had profound meaning.

This really couldn´t be happening now, his mind was swirling as he repeated some of the keywords related to the cards he just drew. Success, positivity, happiness, supportive relationship, balance, union, a new relationship.

He let out an unamused, dry laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation. He had been obsessed with you for o long, did everything to make you view him in a positive light for a chance at a relationship. And now that stupid mophead just decided to come along and steal you away from him just like that? It wasn´t fair! He punched the ground in frustration as he grit his teeth.

“Just WHAT is my ROLE in all OF this?!”, Natsume screamed out in frustration and wildly threw his arms around, utterly enraged and furious. While doing so, he accidentally knocked over the deck of cards he had shuffled beforehand that had still been sitting on the ground in front if him. Disgruntled he leaned down to reorganize the cards back into a neat pile, silently cursing to himself while doing so. Just then he noticed that under all the thrown around cards, there was a single up-face card sitting at the top of the whole mess. Picking it up to study it closer in the candlelight, he soon came to realize that the card he was now holding was in fact The Devil in upright position.

It was another card of the major arcana, symbolizing addiction, obsession and a lack of regard to a partner´s feelings. Speechless for a second, Natsume then let out another long and loud laugh, finding it all very funny in a twisted sense, was this the universe answering his earlier question? Mulling over it a bit more, a wide grin stretched over his face.

Yes, he could work with that. He knew how utterly obsessed he was with you so there was really no chance he would let you go anytime soon. He would just need to help fate to get back on the right track again, won´t he?

A plan quickly formulating in his plan, Natsume got back up on his feet to take a look at the many vials sitting atop the shelf next to his cauldron.

Now where was that rat poison he had stored away somewhere around here?

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