#isnt his shape language silly

[rainbowleenie]

It's Beaker week lalalala I love drawing beaker sm AUGH (also Bunsen cameo because they go together in a pair)

[erabu-san]

Hello!!I want to start off with the fact that i ABSOLUTELY LOVE your art!!The way you draw characters is amazing,you draw them nearly the same as i hc them

I was scrolling through your blog (the art is beautiful please dont ever stop) and i saw some anons complaining and insulting you for drawing some characters (mainly characters from natlan and sumeru) with different shades of skin.While i dont know much about this topic i just wanted to share my opinion.

Sumeru is based off of middle east,the majority of which has tanned skin (but its very mixed from what i know!).Natlan is based off of a lot of places (which is honestly another sign of racism in my opinion)I myself am from Turkey which can count as both middle east AND Europe (even turkish people dont know what we count as).I have a lot of middle eastern friends as well (Iran,Iraq,Sauda Arabia,Syria…) and they are brown or tanned and one of them is white!

i saw a lot of people say that “not every character needs to be black/brown” and i answer this with not every character has to be white.White,brown,black,asian,native american and every other race exists and every race deserves to be respected.No race should be insulted for wanting representation.No race should be seen as outcasts either.Wether that be white or black,no one deserves to feel like they are not fine the way they are.

I myself hc Zhongli as pale as a ghost to indicate that he is a god (as being pale is associated with being a superior being in chinese culture).I hc Xiao as tanned due to him spending all his time,day and night,fighting monsters.I hc Neuvilette has slightly blue-ish skin bc hes the hydro sovereign.I hc as black bc i like him that way.I hc Alhaitham as brown and so many more characters.Nobody would want to play a game in which there is no diversity.Diversity helpes the characters feel more real and gives them character depth.Diversity helps make Teyvat feel more real,like Earth itself.

But anyways this is just my opinion,i would love to learn more and hear everyone’s opinions.And if someone doesnt like your art they should just block you if they dont want to see it🤷‍♀️ Your art is amazing though so please dont mind those buffoons 🙏

Sorry it this got too long or complicated.English isnt my first language and im still learning

And dont even get me started on the body shapes of the characters

Hii !! Thank you so much ! 😭😭🙏

Yesss I completely agree with you !

And if I can be honest, I wasn't aware of this question of representation and diversity before Genshin Impact. Once, I saw a fanart with someone making a white character black, and in all of my ignorance, I was wondering why (a genuine question). So I asked my friend her thought (because I love hearing her opinions) and she makes me aware about representation in media, and issues they are facing to. And, wow, I learnt a lot ! Maybe it is a bit silly but, I always tend to focus on canon content, and all my HC was around interactions or their behaviour, and I never thought about their body appearance HC. And since I learnt that, my creativity developed a new skill ! So it is only recently I put HC on their physical appearance (like Sethos with dimples KKGEKDJS it ain't that much but it is fun, I guess HC on physical appearance is not my domain)

But it is thanks to Genshin, a game about exploring a whole world with diversity lore in each region, and what representation Hoyoverse used for making their game that I started to be into it. So yes, there is a lot of problem in genshin, making some rep worst. But without this, I wouldn't be able to learn more about SWANA culture with a thread I read on Dehya Nilou Tighnari Faruzan, Japan with Wanderer, Chinese with Yun Jin or recently on Hawai'i with Mualani and even on France United Kingdom with Emilie (i think I also read a thread about GaMing too...?). And what a surprise, I am close to France and UK but I never knew about Emilie's inspiration. Not only on character but also lore, and how some desert name in genshin is also part of culture (I don't remember where I read it tho !! Gosh i wish to reread it again).

I love genshin for its diversity whatever on region or lore but even on gameplay it offers us in our adventure. But I also agree on those who complain about character design ! Not only about representation, but about storytelling in character design (for example, you can't guess Xilonen is someone who forges ; her nails, accessories and hair would be on her way). And it happens that I receive some hate message (on tumblr and twitter. Mostly twitter) saying "this game is not for you, just leave" with some insults that I prefer to not share lol

I agree and also disagree. What do you mean this game is NOT for me ?? Searching our lost sibling, tragic lore, wholesome encounter, satisfying gameplay, vivid color landscape, with great characters, ALBEDO ??? Not for me ?! 🤨 My love for genshin is immense. But, I agree on the fact that.. yes. Indeed, I am not the target for genshin character design. I played a lot of gacha game, and it is mostly based on collectioning waifu with big boobs and big ass (you were a great game, Epic Seven...). When I look at hater's account on twitter, there is a pattern : throwaway account, account full of problematic opinion, or full of porn 2d woman with the basic hourglasses morphology big boobs big butt even on characters who are flat. It is undeniable that most of genshin characters are sexualised, and this, for sell them better. And, making them white is one of criteria to sell them better to those type of client 🙂‍↕️

I study sociology (i am a newbie tho, nothing deep) and I can extend this light analyse on what I learn : the success of Genshin, why there is such a contrast between Genshin players and their different profiles, the benefits Hoyoverse do and how difficult it is to satisfy all players (and so sacrifices are made, like characters design). It is all supposition tho BGKEJGJS but maybe if I do my last year of sociology and still into genshin, why not making my essay on it bahahaha

BACK TO THE TOPIC !!! (SORRY I HAD A LOT TO SAY) don't worry, since this anon hate, I tend to block everyone who try to argue or insult 😭 and just mostly shock how people are openly racist when they are behind a screen WOW lucky me I am not affected by those words ☠️ and all of this just because I draw Kinich black skin or Xilonen with a bit more textured hair...? That's so crazy ! Anywaaaay diversity is great and it works also on creativity too !! World is boring if everything looks the same, and it is also the same in Genshin ! Imagine in 4 years, genshin only released mondstadt 1, mondstadt 2, mondstadt 3.... I believe the game would be dead sooner if it was the case bahaha

And thank you again for all your compliments about my art anon !! I love drawing so much, and it is my source of fun and happinness <3 There is in some drawings I thought "wow !!! I improve !!" And i am so happy when people notice it too! 😭🙏

Don't worry abt your english, mine isn't the best neither BAHTVZJHGJZGAA

[dearlawdimasimp]

Getting lost inside my world, you don't know where I've been

Aimed to Kill

Parings: Filo!Reader x Ynaguinid(platonic); eventual Khonshu x Filo!reader; eventual Marc/Steven/Jake x Filo!reader

Warnings: Violence, mentions of gore, intrusive thoughts, cussing, english isnt my first language, grammar errors, not beta'd (i think, pls comment if i missed any)

A/n: this chap doesn't follow the mk series, set on the first few missions mk and poison warior had, and the title is one of the lines from the song inspired by the fic

Painful grunts and wails fill the night as you and Moon Knight fight side-by-side and back-to-back against the forces of an underground mafia who dared to taunt you both. The group is known to take the children from the streets and force them to work for them. Some may not even be lucky as others as they get sold on some disgusting bidding community that is hidden from the general public but open to malicious entitled assholes-

"Duck!" Bellows Moon Knight after you shoved your shield up to a lackey's face.

You crouch and footsweeped the opponent you just socked with your shield, just in time, before a crescent dagger whizzes past right above your head, barely missing you by a hair and killing an incoming threat.

"You want to slice my head off so badly, no?" You quip with ragged breathing as you stab your kampilan down to your opponent's chest. A chill of satisfaction runs down your spine, yours or Ynaguinid's, or combined you don't know.

You hear a deep chuckle at the comment. Khonshu was overlooking the fight, you noted, as you hit a guy's face with the v-shaped ivory hilt of your sword, breaking his nose.

"Trust me, you would not be here if I did." He retorts with a grunt, punching and kicking more incoming lackeys.

This was the usual occurrence between you and the hooded vigilante. It's either no words or sarcastic comments are exchanged between the two of you ever since your deities decided for a collab.

And sometimes, if not most times, your gods overlook it.

Ynaguinid mumbles praises in your head as you finish off the last few goons that still have the guts to fight you after seeing their comrades lying dead. While Moon Knight goes after those who are trying to escape.

Slash! ..Thud

That was the last of them. You look over to the white-gauzed vigilante whom you call many nicknames because saying 'moon knight' gets tiring overtime and you haven't asked nor did he say his actual name. So did he to you. So you both just started to call each other some silly nicknames to call one's attention.

"Is that all of 'em, dove?" You pant, whipping your sword to your side to shake off the blood before sheathing it to your back.

You feel Ynaguinid's pride swell through your link, feeling a little bit proud of yourself too, for impressing your goddess tonight. She's been bitter for the past week, and everytime you ask her why she'd just change the conversation. Maybe she was having a bad week in the deity world or something.

He sighs, "..yes, Kaa." mumbling the nickname he chose for you, referencing the amount of snake motif adorning your body.

You chuckle at dove's exasperation and at the nickname, he didn't particularly favor the nickname you used. When you first called him that, he was utterly confused by the name. "Your costume's white, dove is white." You once stated blatantly with a teasing smile and shrug.

~~

Marc had every right to be confused with that though, I mean, he would have never ever thought himself to ever represent close to something as purity, obviously because of his line of work. But somehow, he wants to hear you say it. It grounds him. And he would absolutely kill himself before he would say that outloud.

You, however, don't mind the nicknames he's given you. As long as he doesn't call you anything offensive, you're good.

"Wanna grab some ice cream?" You asked, breaking him out from his line of thought. He tilts his head to the side, tension forming in the middle of his brows as he stares at your masked face, an odd shadow that only covers the top half of your face leaving only your tattooed jaw to be seen even though it was impossible for the shadow to be casted by the giant cobra skull that is your headdress.

Of course you would not see his brows thanks to his mask but the outline of his glowing eyes reveals his confusion.

"I saw a convenience store not far from here..before we started kicking these-" you pucker your lips and nod your head to the direction of a dead body, "-guys asses, thought that we could go grab some snacks afterwards..."

You walk over to him while he ponders the offer, the back flap of your g-string dragging on the pavement behind you. He noticed that after the fights, the usually short length of the back of your g-string, even though it is slightly longer than the front, it would extend until it touches the ground.

As delightful treats sound, we still have a job to do, Spector. We need to do as much as we can before the moon rests. The god speaks in his mind like he usually does when in your presence, especially if those things are a little too rude to be spoken out loud. This leaves Marc in a tight place on rephrasing his words to make them sound less rude.

Just when he thinks the son of a bitch is heartless..

I can hear your thoughts, Marc.

Good!

~~

"You don't have to if you don't want to, by the way. If you're not cool with eating after a fight, I won't force you." You added reassuringly, their lack of reply making you doubt your decision.

Obviously, it was weird to eat after a bloodbath, no sane person would have the appetite to do so, but it's not like you were.

..It's not like you were…

The thought, the thought that you had hoped to not resurface once again pops its ugly head out.

No. No. I am sane.

I'm not going back to square one!

I'm not a heartless maniac!!

Then explain your cravings for a sweet treat after doing something so bitter.

The tiny dreaded voice talks back, once again.

This time, louder and much more intense, and it just has to make itself known in front of someone you had just gotten along with. Someone who is not a deity or a spirit. Someone who is living and breathing.

Someone whom you want to be in more ways than one.

In your weeks of fighting alongside the avatar of the moon, you've made quite some revelations of yourself, most of which if not all point to one thing, your fucking sanity. You had seen his hesitance, how he holds back, how he still has a conscience. You've had the lack of these after serving Ynaguinid. Even though you receive praise from both deities, it isn't enough to fill that hole in you and silence your intrusive thoughts.

These voices started to increase in volume since last week when Moon Knight told you how you could easily kill without second thoughts. These voices had gotten so loud that it made you to want his hesitance in killing people, his conscience, how he can hold himself back from going on a killing spree. He's someone who could keep you in line before you cross it, to becoming a heartless maniac. Because his presence when you two fight reminds you that if he can keep the dead bodies to a minimum, you can too. He might or might not be the reason why Ynaguinid is becoming distant, actual reasons unknown to you, but that does not mean you'll stop working with him.

I help people! I- I donate as much as I could-

Do you really think that is enough? That what you are doing can equate to the amount of people you've killed in cold blood?!

You were too busy arguing with the voice in your head that you didn't notice Moon Knight calling your attention, not until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Kaa..You okay?" You hear the muffled voice of the knight, looking up you are met with his bright glowing eyes.

No. I'm not. I want to be like you. I want to have your heart-

You nod.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." Trying to convince yourself as the voice keeps on going. You may have encountered this ugly voice one too many times; it does not make it any less hard to push back. Especially when the evidence is as clear as day.

"Sorry you were saying?" You mutter, his hands on your shoulder is the only thing grounding you while feeling like you are being swallowed, grinded and mushed internally by your own thoughts.

If you weren't in a state of internal turmoil, you would have noticed that the occurrence of this distance between you to happen is so rare. Him being close to your personal space and asking a question close to sincere.

A beat, "I said I don't want to eat ice cream, but don't let me stop you from buying one." He utters with a soft tone which flies over your head.

"Ah okay okay okay, got it." You bob your head repeatedly, "I'll uh.. I'll get my dessert then, guess.. I'll see you around?" You stayed under his gaze, not moving an inch even if you had just announced you were leaving, as the bright white light emanating from the other's eyes became your comfort.

He only nods in response and takes his cue to leave your space, you immediately miss the warmth he was giving off, the needed grip for you to stay in reality dissipating as he turns his back to you and jumps to the ledge where you once saw Khonshu.

He stops. The moon framing his head from your angle and his cape flowing to the wind made him look ethereal and mysterious. You tried to keep the imagery ingrained in your mind as much as you could before he left your line of sight. Leaving you with the dead bodies and your spinning thoughts.

With a deep trembling sigh, you finally left the gore-filled scene. Not going to the convenience store as you had planned but ran straight to your flat with shaking lips.

You can never run away from who you actually are, hypocrite.

~~~

Your running form was being observed by the watchful eye of the God of the Moon and his Fist of Vengeance. You may have thought they had actually left but they haven't.

Your behavior a while ago striked Khonshu as odd, Marc would be lying if he wasn't too, as it was out of your character to lie and not make a bad joke of the situation, as the god stated. Maybe that's what made Khonshu change his mind.

Now, Marc did not like you. Well, he does at the same time not. Because all that Khonshu spews out of his beak is for him to become like you. To serve justice willingly and with no hesitance. To give proper justice to the deserving humans. Being compared almost always whenever the god has the chance made Marc plant this seed of hatred and jealousy of you within him.

Beside that, however, is his amazement of your skills. Your swiftness and agility as you slash the enemies surrounding you, who's sizes could be twice too tall or big compared to you. The way you have the confidence and bravery(could be stupidity) in taking large groups of mobs and/or criminals with no hesitance. His awe of your beauty, although half-way hidden, in the midst of battle and under the moonlight.

After the 15th night you two have begun working together he made a comment about your willingness to kill people. He had wanted it to be a compliment because he could never bear the guts that you have, but it seemed that you didn't take it lightly.

You had stood frozen on your spot for a minute, maybe more, and then shook your head with a small laugh, as if what he had said was humorous and shifted the conversation. He went along with it but was a little doubtful of the ease you were showing. Then after that night, you opted in using arnis sticks, your reason was unbelievable to him but ran along with it and you have made it your choice of weapon until today's mission.

You had decided to unsheath your sword after you heard what this group of mobs had done.

He'd be lying if he didn't miss how you handle enemies with your sword, bodies dropping one by one and the bloodbath you leave after a fight. But what he actually missed tonight was your usually happy-go-lucky demeanor even after the gore.

Which brings him to half-heartedly following Khonshu's sudden change of plans.

"Follow them." Khonshu orders him, tapping his staff on the ledge he is on.

A small part of him wanted to say otherwise, but the most of him wanted to follow the god, and so he did. Backing up a few steps, he prepares himself to leap-

"You really think I would allow that?" A stern, feminine voice speaks behind them with an accent unique to the language she's speaking. It was familiar and when he and Khonshu looked back, they saw Ynaguinid. Her clenched fist is a telltale sign of anger, her composure, however, remains calm and regal.

"Your warrior didn't seem to be in a good state, Ynaguinid." Khonshu, ever stubborn, calmly replies.

Marc wanted to roll his eyes at the obvious display of favoritism, but decided not to.

"I know. Their ancestors are already by their side as we speak. You don't need to interfere." The war goddess stood her ground, "I..am grateful for your concern. But we can handle this."

~~~

Khonshu had seen right through your shadowed eyes and realized that there were more things happening than what was in front of them. Sure, a sweet treat would've made you feel but something in him is stirring that your sudden closed off behavior was something more, just like the last time. He wanted to know what is bothering you, you had become his favorite mortal for being such a brave soul and for being the bringer of justice that he wants to have.

He is worried that you've lost your touch but is proven wrong tonight. Or... however many times he denies it, he's worried about your actual well-being not because he wants your skill but because he's growing a little fond of you.

Khonshu has a choice, either he disobeys your goddess' demands and checks up on you or he follows her orders. He wants to choose the former as he is actually concerned for you. He had missed the jokes tonight, however bad they were, that you always tell after every mission. And the fact that you lied(he caught it the moment you spoke a little too late for his liking) to them made him more concerned.

His head turns to his knight, knowing that the human had already chosen the latter, and he would want him to choose it too, not wanting to anger a war goddess from another pantheon, he sighs and nods.

"Fine. We will leave them alone. Come along, my knight." Grumbling, he turns his back to Ynaguinid.

"Wait." The goddess calls after them and slowly walks closer to where they are standing.

"Answer me, honestly…" He turns his attention back to her and nods for her to continue, "Do you really care or are you just finding a way to hurt my sundalo?" Her tone is ever harsh as she drops the question.

"Hurt them? What makes you think that our intentions are ill?!"

Oh, he had let that slip...But how could she think of that?! How dare she think of that when all they both wanted was for you to be well. Marc may deny it but Khonshu can feel within his avatar that he has grown fond of you too.

You had certainly left an impact on both of them when you entered their nightly missions and patrols.

The god's frustrated state manifested through the sudden strong gust of wind disturbing the place. He could also feel that his avatar was irked by her question.

"I only wanted to be sure, God of the Moon. My sundalo has gone through worse and I do not wish for that to repeat." She sneered when she mentioned his title but her last sentence was spoken with tenderness. She showed no reaction to the wind and its cause though.

"Her unstable state might cause problems in the future. We do not wish for an accident to happen while on the job now would we."

The god lied through his beak, his uneasiness of the situation and.. worry that if he tells the truth he might not be able to see you once again motivated him to do so. He knows right after he says it, Marc became more agitated and confused. Not his whole intention but he has to.

~~

What the hell…is that really the reason why he wants him to follow you? To keep you in check so that you won't mess up on the next mission? Just a moment before he was eager to help you. Marc had really thought that Khonshu cared. The god's confusing behavior made his jaw grow taut and also to his messed up reasoning, he glances at the goddess.

"I see." The goddess huffs, satisfied or not of the answer the Egyptian god has given, he could not tell. Then disappearing, probably to take care of you.

"What the hell was that?" He asked the bird god, unveiling his mask as he glares daggers on his stupid bird skull head.

"I was merely truthful, Marc Spector." The tall being huffs and walks away from him.

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, "Maybe you're the one that needs to be kept checked, asshole.." He mumbles to himself, putting his mask back on as he follows the god. Khonshu ignores his comment, but he somehow tripped over nothing and that's when he knew the bird was upset about it.

~~

Ynaguinid immediately kneels in front of your hunched, sobbing form as soon as she arrives at your place. Mela, her 4th warrior, has been keeping you company and calming you down through soothing words and calming hands. She shares a look with Mela, one that is understanding but at the same time worried.

This has occurred far too many times than Ynaguinid's liking. Your thoughts have this twisted sense that keeps you from being yourself, from being her praised warrior after her bloodline rejected her blessing for hundreds of years. These thoughts that she thought she had already banished from your mind, but clearly hasn't. She can hear it, every single word thanks to her link to you as her warrior. And every time this voice speaks, she can feel the way your heart twinges in pain.

"Langga…" ‘My dear..’ She softly calls out to you, reaching your shoulders and giving a comforting rub.

Ynaguinid cares for you, she loves every single warrior she bears like her own child. Especially you, her warrior in the present times for nearly 4 years now and counting. You, who broke the chain of rejections of her blessings even if you knew that your family would disown you. You, who broke the modern standards of your country. You, who stood up for the deities and ancestors who laid their lives only for it to be completely nulled when they accepted and adapted to the colonizer's tradition.

Of course, some of them weren't to blame. Those people who did nothing were merely dust in the past while the people back then that defended their land are known today as heroes, as they should be. Some of them might have lost but that paved the way for the other heroes' success. and Ynaguinid is a witness to all of this. She wanted to give them their blessing, but they prayed to another god so all she could do was make sure their efforts weren't wasted. Through distracting the enemies while in the middle of war. .

Colonizers. Tch. They're easily enamoured by local beauty.

Which was why she had asked the Moon and his Knight the question. Ynaguinid has walked and observed the earth for eons. She knows when one is infatuated with her warrior. The people that have fallen for you, especially those people who know who you actually are, always have a knife behind their back. They always stab you on your back and break your heart to a million pieces, and she does not want history to repeat itself. She has to keep an eye out for you now too, since you have caught another deity's eyes.

Ynaguinid had hoped, though, that Khonshu had told the truth. She wasn't satisfied with the answer he gave to her as she wanted to hear it in his voice, that he does, he does care for you as much as how you had grown to care for the deity and his knight.

Your puffy, half-lidded eyes look at her, oh how that look always breaks her heart. She opens her arms to offer her embrace and you don't hesitate to throw yourself onto her. Ynaguinid rocks you back and forth as she cradles your form, like a mother would to a wailing baby to calm them down.

"I tried- I tried to ignore it—" You hiccup, your breathing uneven as you sob. Ynaguinid gently shushes you,

"Kabalo ko, langga, kabalo ko.."'I know, my child, I know..' She softly caresses your hair and kisses the crown of your head.

Even until now, those voices still rang around your head. Those hurtful words that are closely similar to the ones to the words your own mother had told you that night.

Seeing as you are still suffering from this, the deity opted to use a spell. She does not want you to suffer for a long time and have you hearing these unrelentless thoughts all night, she puts you to sleep, just like last time.

And just like that, the voices quiets down. As you are slowly pulled to slumber, your body visibly deflates as the tension is released from your form.

"Ang akong pinalangga..nganong nahitabo man kini sa imo…" 'My dear, dear child, why is this happening to you..' The goddess whispers as she cradles your face, brows raised and scrunched in worry as she watches your formerly pained face relax in peace. Like you hadn't carried any burden at all.

Ynaguinid gathers you to her arms and stands up, carrying you from the floor to your bed and gently lays you down. Your armor fading to your casual clothes as she tucks you in.

Mela pushes a stray hair away from your face, "Nagadala siya ug bug-at kaayo nga paghimogso sa iyang kaugalingon, akong diwata…tungod ba kini na wala siya na-anad sa pagka-sundalo?" 'They're carrying a heavy burden on themselves, my goddess, is this because they are not used to being a warrior?' The spirit asks, a soft hum in the wind fills the room.

Ynaguinid sighs, and nods somberly. "Kana..akong gikahiubos sa pagsulti na oo, saktu ka, Mela…" 'That…I am saddened to say that yes, you are right, Mela.'

The two beings could only watch you with sadness in their eyes, if only those thoughts be eradicated in a snap and never come back again, the deity would have done so.

[justice4harwin]

Summon of the Sun

A/N: IDK what possesed me to write this, but i havent even checked it so there’s probably all kinds of mistakes. Sorry. English isnt my first language. I sould really be practicing for my lesson right now instead of doing this lol. If you see any mistake, please, point it out, and please, if it’s not too much to ask, let me know what you think

Summary: Even after everything, even after all those years, the girl still tries to find solace in the shadows. Darklina

She knew she could probably never admit it out loud, especially not to Mal, but there were days when she couldn't ignore the longing in her heart, buried so deep nothing could ever reach it anymore.

She'd stand under the sun on summer's hottest days for hours on end, and yet the feeling wasn't the same. Still, she remained, even if her skin turned red and she then couldn't stand the brush of clothing over her skin later on.

In winter, she'd go out to take a long walk during the night, when the shadows were at its deepest and no one else would dare go out.

She looked for him, for any sign; a slight pull at the connection they once shared, a whisper by her ear, the flicker of a shadow.

She was the only one who dared go outside at such hours.

"Don't stay out late or The Darkling will snatch you." Parents told their children to get them to behave; she had even heard the staff at the orphanage saying so to her kids.

"There's no need to fear him." She had told them later on, still turning the lights on so they could rest easy, a sad look on her face. "There's no need to fear the dead. Nothing lurks in the shadows."

Except she didn't believe that last part. She didn't want to.

Mal sometimes asked her why she really took those long walks.

"I just wanna stretch my legs." "I just need to feel the air." Or jokingly, she'd say to him: "I need to be far away so I don't kick you."

He didn't ask her anymore, probably to avoid an inevitable discussion. He probably suspected why she searched in the shadows, but she'd never voice it to him.

Out, in the cold, she looked from one dark place to another, her heart and mind calling to a long dead bond.

She’d close her eyes and try to feel that pull, but all she felt was a void.

Sometimes, if she was feeling too brave, or bold, or desperate -depending on who you asked- she’d even call his name.

“Aleksander.”shyly whispered into the nothingness, receiving only the sounds of nature as an answer.

She was ridiculous. Or mad. Probably both. That man -for she had long ago stopped calling him a monster, at least inside her head- had only bought her pain; not only to her, but to those she held closest to her heart.

Still.

...still.

She gave up, turned around, and marched back to the house, barely visible in the dark. The only light coming off of it was that of the fire by which her husband awaited for her with a cup of tea; it was a little ritual before turning in for the night.

She entered the space and there he was, stoking the fire before letting himself fall back on a couch with a heavy sigh.

Silently, she sat next to him, and Mal put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

It warmed her heart, but it didn’t burn.

Maybe she’d end up becoming like Baghra, locked up inside a room steaming hot trying to set herself ablaze. She knew it wouldn’t work, but at this rate, she might as well try.

Winter went on as usual, freezing everything which had no refuge, killing everything soft, colder and colder, and darker yet,...nothing.

Then spring came, and very so slowly, the snow began to melt, and the trees gave birth to small flowers and the grass was visible again.

Mal and the staff had decided to take the children out on a picnic, but she had decided to stay.

“I’m not feeling very well.” she had said, to which her husband had frowned and pressed a hand to her forehead. “It’s nothing, really. I’m just tired.”

He’d smiled and kissed her goodbye before leaving with the little rascals, and she had smiled too, waving at them and wishing them fun.

Slowly, she walked up the stairs and entered their bedroom. After a minute of contemplation, she kneeled by the bed and pulled out a box. It had the royal sigil on it.

She opened it and took the note, affection nugging at her.

“You will always be one of us.” it read, in Zoya’s elegant handwriting.

Carefully, she set the note atop of the bed and took the blue kefta. The golden trim was beautiful, and so detailed; it expanded all the way from the neck, down her sides and to the back, meeting in the shape of a sun.

She raised up to her feet and, almost trembling, put it on for the first time. One sleeve at a time. Button by button.

She pushed her hair back and stood in front of her too large mirror -a gift from Genya and David-, and took a look.

It fit a bit too tight, having been made years ago, yet she felt perfect in it. She eyed herself from all angles and giggled, surprised at the sound.

She heard a sound and rushed to the window, but it was just some crows.

She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, taking in the sun again, as she had done plenty of times before, as she’d do plenty more in the future. Her hand went up and quickly flickered.

Nothing.

She pressed her cheek against the wood and planted her palm on the glass, trying to swallow back her disappointment.

A shiver went up her back; it was cold but not uncomfortable. She took a step back, the light seeming to recede from her, and then she felt it.

Soft, freezing, lingering.

It was like a kiss on her right cheek, while the other still burnt from the exposure to the light.

Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes shut. Her arms went around her, fingers digging into her own waist as she struggled to decide if it had been real or not.

“Aleksander?” she asked into the void.

Something cold surrounded her, like a blanket,...no, not a blanket.

An embrace.

Tears filled her eyes but she wouldn’t spill them.

It was so strange. The cold at her back and around her arms only; a chill over the right side of her face.

She dared herself to open her eyes; the shape of her own shadow at a slightly odd angle. Fearful of the cold going away, she moved her right arm up, stretching it to her side. The shadow waited, and after a few seconds, followed her movement.

She felt a cold breeze running down that arm, down to the tip of her fingers.

“Aleksander.” she sighed, almost smiling.

All she felt was another pressing cold against her cheek, and then it was all gone.

She turned around, not knowing what to find. Would he be standing there? Like he had all those times she had  unknowingly called on him at the Little Palace?

But all she saw was the dark wooden wall, the same stain of humidity on its place.

Quickly, she took off her kefta and put it back in its place, along with the note, and ran down the stairs.

She was insane, surely.

Was it really him? Or was she so desperate that her mind conjured it all up just to get her to drop it?

She placed her hands on the sink and looked out. Any trace of the people who lived in the house with her had long since disappeared in the horizon. A butterfly flew across the window and settled on a pink flower.

She looked down and found a loaf of bread left behind.

She didn’t think about it. Her hand went up, her fingers twitched, and the shadow cast by the bread upon the counter shifted and then moved.

It stopped after a few seconds, and she dropped her hand, truly feeling tired this time.

A smile graced her face, and she slowly walked to the couch, where she laid down for a nap.

She examined her fingers with a soft look, and then placed her hand against her right cheek with a silly smile.

Turning, her eyes spotted the first dark corner they could find, and finding some semblance of solace, she drifted off into a world of fantasy, where things may have just been a little bit different.

[mythtiide]

Sending this ask as an invite to let you ramble about tlo as much as you want about whatever you want cause honestly same i have been thinking about this game again too 🙏🙏

YEAHHHHH im going to do the easiest bit and do character personalities (or at least what i think their personalities are lol)

this got. so fucking long i started with undying and started pulling from the game and went like “oh i should do that for the other characters so i dont look so biased” and now we have this monstrosity. For the love of god please help me

undying

starting off strong! just like this guy . He’s a bit of an embodiement of hourglass’s near worst traits, hes his pettiness and hot headedness rolled up into a separate entity for him to deal with.

LIKE ok . i feel like im slandering him to high heaven BUT HEAR ME OUT his entire vibes are overwhelmingly violent, even down to his mechanics. Unlike Pandora’s unpredictability theres an added layer of terror to him. Predator and Prey are a strong theme in TLO2R, and Undying really really really rides that theme home. Hes a man in hot pursuit of you, and he is IN YOUR FACE ABOUT IT!!! Hes almost ??? feral?? about it?? his horror is the exact opposite direction of pandora, hes human shaped and he used to be human but theres something so so so WRONG with how he looks, there is NO shred of humanity in his eyes! Like, if undying wasnt stopped by his bad eyesight tlo wouldve been way shorter lmao

pandora

pandora is a funny girl because like i said shes a little bit of a more neutral party. Obviously shes on the bad guy side but unlike undying shes Literally Just Vibing. Shes not actively searching for you, sort of just bumbling around the house and getting flashbanged.

While she’s a character that relies a bit more on gore to be scary (i will say scenes where she gets in your face never fail to make me jump) shes not without unsettlingness that looking at a dead person makes you feel. Like i said in undyings paragraph, Pandoras horror comes from her looking far too human. Unlike undying, its quite easy to imagine what she looked like probably just a few hours before the gameplay started, also unlike undying we get to see her in the process of being sacrificed. It adds an uncomfortable humanity to her, Its actually quite sad now that in really thinking abut it.

cult

i dont really have too much for cult, other than that hes a cruel and twisted little man. Hes also a bit of a suck up to hourglass, hes like his lapdog or whatever.

Cults phone calls sound mildly like hes bragging and so freaking confident that this hour’ll be your last! and while he was right its still kinda funny. His language is flowery and lax at the start, hell maybe this isnt the first time he’s seen the wrath of Hourglass. He gets more fustrated as time goes on, like no!!! this wasn’t supposed to happen! Hw knows its a waiting game but it pisses him off all the while. I guess most of his words were meant to rile mc up. Scare him enough that he’ll slip up, fail to stifle his breathing, misremember the amount of knocks so that they’ll finally fucking die!!!!

hourglass

the big bad himself. My interpretation isnt really too different from cannon, hes a twisted guy who’ll trample anyone that stands in his way. Hes got no qualms for killing and he wants absolute devotion from his followers. Killing anyone who wants otherwise. Cult may seem like a perfect follower in his eyes, a man that screams his praises of him to high heavens and low hells, his devotion unmatched to any regular cultist, none of THOSE chums would take the time to climb up into a balcony, knock a few times, climb down, walk around and into the building to take an elevator to mcs floor, knock on the door then rinse and repeat! he wants to be revered and respected for his power, rule the world with a clawed iron fist.

This is a silly headcannon but i imagine that because of his craving for respect and undying being himself (see: above) the two have a bit of power struggle going on. They both wanna be in charge at the same time and end up fighting because of it. Maybe thats how Undying got locked into lvl 2 pirate caverns. He got grounded

mc

thats just his name. to me. obviously i really dont have much as theyre not so much a proper character an moreso a vessel for you to project on. so this ones gonna be short lol

I imagine that hes having a mix of feelings that’s being dulled from adrenaline. Mainly guilt and fear though. Mc was probably looking for a place to belong, or to have some sort of higher purpose. Instead he ended up as demon chow :’( The false hope at the end is all too real, and you can almost feel the way their stomach drops when he sees cult outside the door, and the sound of it dropping even lower at the sight of Hourglass overall, this guys just having the absolute worst wednesday night of his life

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

asks (22)

@kuradoodles said: 

Random hc of the month: Dick isnt a particularly good artist but he can free-hand draw perfect circles, lines, and other geometrical shapes and it infuriates everyone

Oooooh that’d be really useful for blueprints and technical stuff

Anonymous said: 

I just read all your fanfics. They were amazing!!! They're so well written and I love the way you write the characters!Thank you so much for writing!!!! :)

Well thank you! I’m really glad you enjoyed them <3

Anonymous said: 

I love when you reblog your older fics! Especially the one you just did! If you ever want to write more Jason angst...👌😉 I hope you have a lovely day!

More Jason angst did you say ;) ;) ;)

Anonymous said: 

So i just had this thought, because I've recently lost the feeling in half of my foot and have to see the doctor, but Damian had his entire sound replaced, so surely there would be done nerve damage there?

Spine, maybe? I’m pretty sure you’re talking about his spine.

If comic books were at all realistic, I would agree, but I think we’re supposed to believe that the League of Assassins has some kind of revolutionary technology something or other that made it all fine. He did have to use a wheelchair and a neck brace for awhile, but after that it didn’t come up. It’s silly, but medical miracle operations are pretty common in this medium (unfortunately).

@bunny-loverxiv said:

 Have you heard of code switching? When two or more people speak multiple languages and will accidentally substitute words from another language or even change languages while talking to each other. Imagine the bat kids doing that.

Fun idea!

@daziy said:

 In your personal headcanon/preferred canon, how long did Bruce travel the world to learn before becoming Batman?

Hm I picked up a random volume one time where Bruce was dragging Alfred all over the world while he was still ten or eleven years old. I like that idea a lot, so I like to think that sort of stuff continued until Bruce was fifteen or so, and then Bruce ran off on his own every once in awhile from fifteen to nineteen, and then he actually left for sustained training. Came back around 24? Sounds about right to me, but I haven’t specifically checked for a canonical version.

Anonymous said: 

☠ You frighten me bc you are so smart.

Another person that I have successfully fooled... soon there will be many more

Anonymous said: 

you're not intimidating, i just wanted to say i admire you

Oh thank you! I really shouldn't be intimating to anyone. I’m much to soft to be a threat

@nightwingnotdickgrayson said: 

Head Cannon for Dick anytime he hears a Beyoncé song?

I mean I’m pretty sure the universal response to hearing a Beyoncé is to sing along

We all gotta do it

Human nature

Anonymous said: 

Crack!Songs for Dick: "For Your Entertainment" by Adam Lambert and "Circus" by Britney Spears. Google the lyrics, it'll be self-explanatory. I've also got "In the Air Tonight" by Kelly Sweet for the Batgirls, and "World on Fire" by Les Frictions for Batman. Also, I know you don't really do 'couple' things, but considering that they've canonically been together in the comics, here's some song recs for DickBabs: "When We Were Young," "Remedy" and "Hello" by Adele.

Thank you for the songs, and I can understand why you might think canonical couples are okay, because I have been pretty permissible about those in the past

BUT I would very much prefer that everybody abide by my one (1) rule and not talk to me about ships. No exceptions

Anonymous said: 

Application to the ace squad: I am asexual, I can emerge dramatically from the shadows, and I like playing cards. Can I join?

You’re in 

We meet on Tuesdays now. Bring snacks

Anonymous said: 

Hello Amy, what do you think Damian's personality will be like in the future (20s)? I'm trying to figure out what a somehow tiny Bruce with Dick's influence would be like.. and what do you think of the older versions we've seen of him in the comics ? (this is for no odd reasons i'm just a sucker for character development) and hey congrats! good luck with law school !

Huh well I definitely haven’t liked any of the older versions that have shown up in official DC spinoffs. I usually have one of two problems: either they don’t act like Damian at all or they emphasize character traits that Damian has been slowly losing. Injustice is a good example of that last one, I think. I dropped the series pretty quickly because they kept talking about how Damian was more angry and more dark when in reality he’s been moving in the opposite direction for the last eight years. Those are all AUs of course, so I can’t totally criticize them for characterization, but I definitely don’t like them myself (not that I’ve ever met an AU I liked).

I guess... when I think about how Damian is likely to develop as he gets older, instead of starting with “tiny Bruce,” I would start with Damian now and then continue the trends of established development. Odds are he’ll continue to make progress with his personal issues and personal relationships. He’s always been involved in WE-- seems like he was probably trained specifically for business and leadership roles-- so I like to imagine that Damian will be very involved in Gotham City affairs when he’s older... sort of the way Bruce is now, but without the what-I-am-a-simple-rich-boy-who-knows-nothing act (and therefore willing to tolerate a lot less bullshit). 

Anonymous said: 

Congrats on law school!!! That's awesome!

@loxare said: 

Yay! I'm so happy for you! Keep up the awesome work!

@teldryn-sero said: 

congrats! good luck on becoming a law person!

Anonymous said: 

OMFG CONGRATS ON FULL RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL THAT IS AMAZING NEWS AHHHHH I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU

Anonymous said: 

HEY CONGRATS ON LAW SCHOOL! THAT'S SO GREAT!

@xxlegolistxx said: 

Congrats on your scholarship!!! You're gonna do great!

Anonymous said: 

CONGRATS ON THE SCHOLARSHIP!! That's so amazing omg

@lazzy21 said: 

Not an ask, but: Congratulations on getting into Law School! You'll be a bloody brilliant attorney!

Thanks, folks :’) I’m super excited about the whole thing. I’m gonna go look at apartments as soon as I get some free time

Anonymous said: 

HOLY SHIT CONGRATS WHAT FIELD ARE YOU GOING INTO

I don’t really know yet tbh?? I’m interested in Civil Rights Law

Anonymous said: 

BITCH I AM SO GODDAMN HAPPY FOR YOU! YOU ENJOY THAT FREE ASS COLLEGE! AHHHHH!!!!

I’m cryin this is my favorite one

[tumblunni]

I wish I could hug y'all!

In fact I think I will make it A LIFE GOAL I really really wanna someday be able to visit all my friends who live in different countries! Its something good to save up for, even if it'll probably take years. So.. lets randomly ramble in a journal about Plans!! IDEA THE FIRST TRIP THE FIRST FIRST THE FIRST: THE SEQUEL I think it'd probably make sense to go to america first, since i have a lot of close friends living there and I don't need to learn another language. (I am notoriously dumb...) But then afterwards I could set another goal to save up and visit another friend in another country! IT WILL NEVER ENDDDDD, THATS WHY ITS CALLED FRIENNNNDDDDD So far all I have confirmed is that two of my friends would be happy to see me if I was able to visit america, @darkeiya and @summon-daze But its not like I've exactly asked everyone else, so I dunno really how many people I might be able to visit. And it depends on time constraints too, i might only be able to spend a full day or two with the closest friends and maybe then if there's more than three of us we could all meet up together and hang out en masse? Depends on how tricky it'd be for everyone to get to the same place! SO! PLANS AND THINGS I NEED TO PREPARE! workin to figure out a precise money goal im gonna save for * Become Fab * no but srsly i wanna look my best if im meeting friends in person for the first ever time. need to acquire Cool T-Shirts * figure out what exactly you can and cannot take on an aeroplane, and how to deal with anxiety if i cant take electronics. Nothing's as distracting as videogames when you're freakin out! * DO NOT SCHEDULE ANYTHING ON THE 11th-14th OF THE MONTH. i have a bad history of my period landing on these days ONLY when i have to do something important. Or when its my birthday :P I dont need even more reason to feel nauseous on a plane! * figure out how many days the stay will be, and how many clothes etc I need to bring. probably a basic thing, but this is my first time going on a holiday alone so i need to write stuff down to make sure i remember! * figure out how long exactly I want to spend with each friend, and how long I can afford in hotel fees. And does a plane ticket cos more if you're staying for longer? * find out what kind of luggages are easiest to carry and how to carry three luggages when i have two hands. Can you tie them together and make a luggages train??? * Find some sort of secure way to carry large amounts of money. I'm gonna have to do that since I need to get all my currency converted before I go. I was thinking maybe a little matchbox tin chained to the inside of my coat or around my neck? Something where you couldnt get it without roughhousing with me, and it'd still be hard to pull it off the chain. Gives me a precious few extra minutes to yell for help/possibly bludgeon a guy with a suitcase * Figure out hotel(s) in different areas of america, depending on how far I'll have to travel. And figure out affordable ways to travel the difference if its not a situation where the friend can pick me up. And make sure they are cool hotels, not just the absolute minimum! i wanna make a fun tourist experience of the hotels!! I havent been in a hotel since I was a kid! * Possibly schedule it like a 'safehouse' thing? Returning to home base! I need to make sure I schedule around the potential anxiety of doing so much travel in a new place. So maybe schedule it out so I have a period of me-time in between visiting each friend? Itd probably cost too much to rent a hotel room for an entire day in between so maybe just schedule it out so I have half a day at least. I dunno if hotels allow you to sleep in all day tho, are there rules about what time you need to be up and out? * I'm kinda looking forward to using hotel beds and showers cos theyre like luxury compared to my house XD man, I wonder if I could get a place with a hot tub?? or the fabled mini-bar?? (which i would drink nothing of, but it would be fun to take photos!) And it'd be so cool to see what american breakfasts are like! And lol all my friends have just been like 'YOU NEED TO SEE OUR LOCAL RESTAURANTS' and im like... dude, i dont need to get fatter XD lets limit it to ONE! * I dunno if my friends would just wanna hang out in their local mall or something, or if I could visit their house and say hi to their family? that might be going too far. i'll still bring gifts they can give to their family tho, i wanna show my appreciation to everyone!! * are you allowed to bring extra empty suitcases onto the plane with you? I'm anticipating that knowing myself im probably gonna buy enough souveniers to need one. I'm planning to basically have half the money be for travel and then half again is just for buying NOVELTY HATS! * need to make sure to finally get a passport, and also consult heavily with my support worker and friends to make sure i have every form of travel documentation in order. I know stuff is... not good, in america right now. Thats probably why it'd be good that it'd take me years to save up for a visit, hopefully i'd be there after the next election. But I need to prepare anyway, in case border control is even more stringent. * Prepare the 'ol misgendering, because getting strip searched and treated as a suspicious threat is a very big reality for trans people. Having the wrong gender marker on your birth certificate is treated as 'this passport must be a forgery' rather than.. yknow.. transgender people exist. And then you need to be invasively handled by the guards to make sure you aren't packing explosives down your goddamn pants, they have to inspect the parts of you that you're most self concious about. *shudder* I've heard a lot of horror stories. I dunno if america is any better about it. But yeah I'm probably gonna have to just pass as female during boarding and hotels and stuff, and not wear my binder til i get to meet my friends. Saves trouble... Man, I might have to even go buy some more cliche feminine outfits or something, to make sure. Itd be fun burning them afterwards, I guess... * BRING GIFTS FOR FRIENDS N FAMILY! Figure out what is and isnt allowed to be transferred between countries. As far as I know I cant bring any form of food or drink right? I'm only allowed to eat the in-flight meals? Thats a shame cos I wanted to bring welsh cakes, theyre the only one of our local delicacies that's not a super acquired taste. (I tried bara bryth for the first time and DIED) And I dunno if anyone would be interested in silly souveniers of my country but I could get a pile of em if you are! Want an eight foot tall lovespoon? Want a giant inflatable daffodil? Want a bazillion ceramic dragons? * I am determined to bring at least one personalized super awesome gift for each person! It might just be an expensive merchandise of their fave show, it might be some form of handmade handicraft of one of their ocs! whatever I'm able to do! ^_^ * BRING SKETCHBOOKS SO WE CAN DRAW TOGETHER. LEARN THE WAYS OF THE AMERICAN MASTERS. * hey does anyone wanna trade trading cards yo. They'd be like the single easiest thing to bring with me, but I only have a handful of pokemon ones and i only really have one friend that I know likes yugioh. (And she's in england) * WE CAN FOOL AROUND LIKE DOOFS. God willing, if anyone wants to join me I will play water balloon tennis or jalapeno roulette or any sort of insane friend activity you can think of!! Gotta make up for the fact im a boring teetotaler. Tho lol I probably already act more drunk than the real drunks at a party XD * TAKE A LOT OF PHOTOS!! And possibly try and acquire a portable video camera? I'd only photo/video anyone if they gave me permission, and I wouldnt post it online unless I also had permission for that. I just wanna make a lot of memories and record them forever! Whenever I feel down, I can remember this amazing trip!!! * remember to get one of those plug adaptor thingies cos american plugs have one less prong. Gotta trade the pokeymons!! I know I can already do that easily online but BATTLING IN PERSON WOULD BE EPIC * ...bring an Ash cosplay? XD * no but seriously if i could schedule this right to coincide with an american convention or something that'd be awesome! EVEN MORE SOUVENIERS! And I could actually try cosplaying!! I'd have to find a character that suits me tho, I dont wanna get laughed at like everyone always does with fat people cosplaying thin characters. (Like... almost every character is thin, yo. let people do what they want) * possible idea: magma admin tabitha from pokemon? he's like the only fave I have who's chubby but not like... inherantly a comic relief ugly guy or a seventy year old grandpa. I wanted to do quina quen from final fantasy 9 but I dont think I have the charisma to pull it off. I'd get paranoid if people just treated the character how they treat the character, my brain would twist everything into an insult on my costume or myself XD also I kinda already look like tabitha, tho I'd either have to go without hairdye or like... wear a wig in my natural hair colour. Also his costume is super heavy and sweaty in a convention setting, according to what I;ve heard from other team magma cosplayers. (Makes you wonder how on earth they all wore it on a volcano!) * WHAT IS AN AMERICAN BISCUIT. They look like savoury welshcakes??? Learn about all the language differences! Man I wish I could bring food souveniers back with me, I'd never be able to try every single different foodstuff in america in one day without DYING. AND DYING AGAIN. * Collect product wrappers and advertisements! Its always really interesting to me to see the differences between countries! A friend mailed me an american cola once and the bottle was a whole different shape??? (he also mailed me a bunch of spent shotgun shells, which was kinda terrifying cos I was currently in a christian homeless shelter and I didnt exactly wanna cause trouble XD Apparantly it is totally legal to own unuseable bullets tho, as long as you dont have a gun.) * I dunno if any of my friends would be equally interested in similar things? i could take requests for weird british stuff to bring with me! * for summon-daze specifically: since we are both cuddly honest goofballs of childlike joy, maybe bring some of my plushie collection to show her? I'd usually just bring one as an emergency anti-anxiety measure. Tho the embarassment from having a full on meltdown in public and having to be seen hugging a plush toy to keep from crying means its not 100% effective. Only works good when I'm with people who arent judgmental. Secret pocket gengar plush is good for other times! (I've been squeezing that thing during doctors appointments and nobody noticed!) * extra reason why I'd love to visit my friends: visiting my friends's pets. I have been absolutely blessed by images of dazy's pet cat Pam, and apparantly her family has a few other cats and a dog! O_O WHAT AN AMAZING LIFE YOU LIVE. I always tell her to give pam a hug from me, and I know pam probably wouldnt like me very much when we first meet cos she's shy, but still I'd love to at least see her. I wish cats could somehow know that they give joy to people through the internet! * ...are you allowed to bring medications across the border? is there a procedure I need to go through to be allowed to bring my antidepressants? Would painkillers be allowed too? If not, is there anywhere I could buy plane-bring-onnable headache meds in the lobby or something? Just anticipating that I might get a stress migraine on the plane, cos it'd be my first time ever flying. * are you allowed to take photos out the plane window, if you use a non electronic camera? i know you cant really see anything but panning landscapes but it still sounds awesome!