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revlushaun · 5 months ago

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that one post about "dungeon meshi is good because it had time to be good!" (which was a lie about the timeline it was produced in being exceptional) completely misses that dungeon meshi is uniquely good because ryoko kui doesnt rely on tropes and archetypes to explain her world building or characters, and actively subverts what tropes and archetypes characters would be linked to based on their appearance or in-world race or status. the fight for good working conditions has no bearing on how often writers are lazy in their world building and characters relying on tropes, and the fight for good working conditions is irrelevant to how good a piece of media is. you can look to something like harry potter as an example, i dont exactly think harry potter was made in crunch culture but theres a hell of a lot of problems with that piece of media explained away by literal sorting of characters into the good house and the bad house and using racial stereotypes like with the goblins or the offensive naming schemes for non-white characters.

falin looks like damsel in distress at a first glance but it was her sacrifice to be eaten, shes extremely powerful, and shes a weird little kid who played in the dirt who not many people understand, not some delicate princess needed to be saved by her big brother in shining armor. marcille is extremely ditzy and makes stupid mistakes like pouring boiling water, and instead of being the prissy academic the entire time who plays by the book she uses banished magic to save her friends, and the entire reason shes on the journey is she questions the powers above her dictating what magic should and should not be used for, and her lack of out of book knowledge gets questioned by the others instead of relied on. senshi ran away from the typical dwarf role, not caring for gold over the livelihood of his party and being actively good mannered. instead of making the half foots cowardly because of size, for chilchuck its just a logical thing to not fight if you would be in the way and stick to what your body can and cannot do, except he constantly has to help in combat situations to the best of his ability and starts to learn to care about his friends (and also he looks young but is actually a middle-aged alcoholic dad). normally cat women get represented with some sort of sexual air to them for some reason? but izutsumi makes it very explicit she is a cat, she makes a comment about how no one would be interested in a beastman and strips openly (not realizing laios is a monster maniac and not a perv that would want a sexy cat lady), her mannerisms are catlike instead of stuff like catwoman or 80s catra from she-ra. the other characters also still kind of subvert tropes and it never feels these are characters that stick to some archetype out of comfort and familiarity. the dwarven women dont have dramatic size differences and dont feel like caricatures, shuro is meant to show the problems with a stoic, cant express, overly dedicated to the girl of his dreams character, and thistle isnt just some evil presence for the sake of being evil but instead wanting to keep everything perfect in his eyes. kabru's party being foils makes his group feel like the party you would see in mainstream media too, stuff like his people sense and chosen one past of his old village and raised by elves, or mickbell being the little kid of the group.

another thing i want to mention specifically is the orcs. instead of relying on racist pan-indigenous stereotypes she engages with how they were the victims of elven colonization and that their way of life was suddenly deemed not okay, but elves displacing their homes with violence is somehow socially acceptable. I also REALLY like that the orcs use terms like brutish and s*vage to describe the main party instead of the main party using those words against the orcs, it made me chuckle about the breath of fresh air that provided. i dont think it handles orcs perfectly but its far better than other media that rely on racial stereotypes without unique world building. it even shows marcille's bias as an elf, the "who was here first" dialogue reflects that whole "no one is really indigenous, the dinosaurs were here first!" but replace dinos with zombies. theres a film called "reel injun" that goes more into how indigenous peoples are constantly either these brutish characters or the "noble s*vage" that has some sort of otherworldly connection to nature, usually to prop up the main characters for being "typical" white cishet christian characters like a cowboys and indians or an evangelical kind of way.

im someone who doesnt watch a lot of mainstream popular media because in my head the characters and story feel predictable and reliant on tropes. im very aware im picky with media and i stick to my comfort zone, but it also kind of feels like if i were to watch some mainstream media like star wars or harry potter, it would go as i can predict it would with all the pop culture knowledge id gained before ever watching those things as a kid. the hero is some chosen one, the bad guys are bad because the plot says so, the characters are some version of some archetype... perhaps im wrong, and maybe it doesnt necessarily mean that a piece of media is bad or boring, but i find dungeon meshi so nice to watch because nothing feels super predictable and you have to learn people's characters and morals instead of: this is the studious prissy one, this is the main character guy, this is the pan-indigenous race that is inherently brutal to people or mystical with nature, this is the tiny coward who doesnt fight cause hes scared and a big softy, this is the big dwarf that wants gold and minerals and has no manners, this is the evil lord of the dungeon that wants to destroy everything, etc.

(i also think the subversion of archetypes in dungeon meshi is why ive seen so much of it even though most of what i follow on tumblr is for hot queer guys or cute nintendo stuff, because if your identity itself subverts what is assumed of your body's archetype in cishet white christian society, youre likely going to enjoy the stuff that doesnt follow that a little bit more.)

#extremely long ramble but its been on my mind and i havent really seen anyone else talk about it #this show is great i want more stuff to stop adhering to archetypes and tropes for the sake of familiarity and safety #dungeon meshi #long post #theres so much else i could go on about too #ryoko kui is extremely intelligent about not only natural ecological interactions but also about the tropes of other pieces of media #and she blends them really well into a comprehensive world building that is familiar enough to imagine being apart of it #instead of using archetypes and tropes to do the work for her

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weirdcoren · 8 months ago

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So I've been thinking about the Twisted Wonderland universe, and here is my interpretation of what like the race's magic abilities, Etc.

So when it comes down to races, we know that there are Faye, beastman, and merfolk, but like I would like to add to this.

So I think they have more than just beastmen because the beastman category doesn't generally don't fit the whole animal kingdom because there was a distinction with merfolk which are animals fish/Aquatic Life. so I'm thinking beastmen are mammals. So that would mean there are Reptile beastmen, and insect beastmen, Also insects don't necessarily fit into the insect class like spiders, Amphibian Beastman, and let's not forget about those Birds that aren't considered mammals. I have my little Theory and why the Beastmen Race compared to Merfolk are the same, just Aquatic Life versions of beastmen. Looks so different I also think that like other magical creatures, they don't fit in the Faye category and are their own thing

Show the names of the other races and what they would contain.

[ ] So I headcanon The reason why beastmen Have so few animal features Like the ears on top of their head If their animal has ears and a tail If their animal has a tail. I also think that their hair is similar to their animals so it would explain why Leona's hair isn't curly and more like a lion's mane. the reason why I think beastmen look more human is that they had the most interactions with humans and I know for a God damn fact there was probably some like civil rights movement Because the humans enslaved the beastmen race cuz ain't no way fucking Merfolk look Like an actual species and not some kind of hybrid between a human and animal and beastmen did not get the same treatment. (Especially because like if you saw The Little Mermaid Ariel Looks like a human and animal had a child that gone wrong and like their body didn't mix up right. Like if the human juices stayed up on top of the blender while the fish juices stayed down at the blender, none of that stuff was Blended at all. and it doesn't make sense why Ursula looks more non-human and I get that she's a villain but still then Ariel is the little princess of the fishes I would think she would look more like a fish.)

so I'm thinking Ariel is just a fluke And that all merfolk do look like Ursula and they do not look like Ariel, Cuz let the non-humans be non-humans. They can look humanoid but they Should not look like they are human; they are non-human features that were just put on as an afterthought. It looks like they were just slapped on there to make them non-human.

So I think beastman had more interactions with humans and probably had a war and they were enslaved because humans are humans (we're pretty bad creatures) And I'm guessing that a lot of buyers or breeders of said beastman made them look more human to the point where while yes they still have like their strength and animal ears and tail and my head Canon Claws and feet but they are generally more human looking than they've ever been and can never go back to what they used to be. So I would think that would explain why beastman looks so human compared to Merfolk.

so I would think their hands are clawed or animal-like, same with their feet. But that's just like a personal headCannon. For mammals like bats whose wings are on their arms I would think because humans specifically breed the animal out of beastmen, those Features would be like on their back or Wherever else it could be.

[ ] First, we have avians, basically bird beastmen, but I'm making the distinction that beastmen just are mammals and birds aren't mammals, or at least I think they're not the last time I checked. For their body structure, I would think that they would have the bird legs and their arms being wings, not human arms. I don't think they would have a bird beak, though. They would also probably have feathers around their face like Howl's Moving Castle guy. I would think avians just stayed away from humans or got hunted by humans, so the species is very rare and doesn't interact with many like beastmen or others outside their race. Now I do think some species of bird beastmen Or avians would have more humanoid traits like Dove Avians or parrot Avians not having the bird feet (Generally more the pretty birds Or smaller birds) but for the most part I think most bird Avians weren't particularly enslaved because of their wings and how cautious they were. they're also really friends with harpies because harpies used to hide them away from humans also I think harpies are Faye same with Sirens, so yeah and how you tell the difference between a harpy and an Avian is because avians don't have arms but they do have wings for arms. harpies have arms and wings on their back with bird feet, and they have more feathers than avians.

[ ] So now we have reptilians, which are reptile Beastmen. I think they're very similar to beastmen, but they're more animal-leaning than beastmen but not as animal-leaning as merfolk. Of course, some reptiles look more animal-like and look like merfolk. An example of this is snakes, Komodo dragons, and generally more dangerous reptiles. So how they would look different I would think snakes would have a serpent body instead of like how regular reptilians have normal legs except their feet are different. So their appearance is kind of similar to a Naga, which is different from a snake reptilian or beastmen. Think how you can tell a person is a reptilian with their eyes. I think certain reptilians didn't have much human interaction because of how violent or dangerous they were. Like snakes, a lot of humans fear snakes, so I wouldn't think they would want to enslave a snake. Beastmen most likely want to kill them but not enslave them. so I would think some reptilians are rare because of the Fear Factor and their Danger, but yeah.

[ ] Then there's amphibians which they're similar to reptiles and merfolk. like they're in between reptiles and merfolk, though some amphibian species generally look more like beastmen. So if they have ears, it's on top of their head. If they have a tail, they have a tail, and then their hands and feet look more animal-like depending on their species, same for amphibians. generally, they were not necessarily enslaved by humans. Certain species weren't. That's why they're in between reptiles and merfolk.

[ ] Insectoids or insects Beastmen yeah I'm guessing they're like merfolk generally didn't have many interactions with humans a lot of them were hunted though so insectoids are probably pretty rare generally they follow suit with merfolk because they're generally more insect looking and like they don't got human legs now some insects do take a more human form like butterflies so they look kind of like beastmen but very few other examples would be like bees maybe moths but that's all I could think of.

[ ] Arachnids which are spiders and those motherfuckers are rare but terrifying. They're very spider-like like the bottom half is just spider. they follow after a merfolk honestly some of them look more monstrous than a merfolk. those fuckers are also really vicious. They don't like humans either. a lot of humans have arachnophobia and don't like spiders a lot of humans who don't like things kill it arachnids don't like humans because of that very reason and because of that reason, they're very rare, Going on extinction…This also goes for any insect that doesn't fall under the insect category because they have too many legs they look similar to arachnids.

[ ] Faye so generally I think a lot of mythical creatures fall under the Faye category like selkies, harpies, Fairies, and Pixies, (Yes they are technically different from Faye They fall under the category but are their type of species Especially because I'm thinking that Faye is just what the species race is called. Like how cats are called felines, it's a group of species that fall under one name, but they're all different.) sirens, Vampires, werewolves, and others. (Also if anyone wants to fight me that vampires and werewolves are not Faye, werewolves, or werekin (Because I think that werewolves aren't just the only types of were's that are out there because if you've seen fan art for werecats and werehyenas and other species of animals just look it up. Y'all making me go on a tangent.) (But anyway, they're just shapeshifters that have a specific animal. in which they can transform throughout so they can go furry mode or beastmen mode or even full animal, but they have to stay in the lanes of their animal, and Lilia is a dark Fae. That is purely a vampire you cannot tell me vampires don't fall under the category of dark Fae. I will also go further into this defending it in my next post. Stay tuned.)

I might have missed some, but there are a lot of different kinds of Faye. There are also the elements that Faye falls under, which I'm thinking of the regular elements that are depicted in media with some subcategories. So, the regular elements that are depicted in the media are water, fire, earth, and air. I would like to add light and dark, which is typical fantasy stuff. And I'm pretty sure it's Canon because Lilia is specifically said to be a dark Fae, so if there's a dark Fae, there's got to be a light Fae. Now, subcategories, I would think like ice and lightning. there's probably some more, but I don't want to get into that. That's going to be a whole other post.

Now dragons do not fall under the Faye category, but some dragons are Faye, not all Fayes are dragons, and not all dragons are Faye. There's a specific type of dragon that is Faye, which is called and is a Faye dragon. So I think they have glamors and have all kinds of different forms and their original form is more or less humanoid so generally I don't think they look human per se it's just glamor they put on. unless they're a half Faye, but yeah, they're going to look human because they're half-human. Of course, if a fae is meant to interact with humans more than others or have interacted with humans more than others then they're probably going to look more human-like selkies but most Fae probably don't look human it's just a glamor. Some features do come out of the glamor that they wear, so I would say like their pointed ears, fangs, horns, talons, and other stuff.

[ ] Dragons or dragonoids my brothers in Christ either they're wearing a glamor or they look barely humanoid like they got a human face and maybe human-ish body but that's all you're going to get dragonoids. I think all types of monstrous, like some dragonoids, have a human body but a dragon face. Others don't. Dragonoids come in all kinds of shapes and sizes. but most of the time, I think they're like magical creatures, so I would think they would wear a glamor of some sort or have some kind of magic up to make them look human-ish.

I also think that the eyes give it away. most dragons probably have wings on their back but for certain dragons if their wings are their arms like wyverns or if they have no wings like Drake's there are going to be some differences I think Drake's dragonoids have the kind of Centaur build wear like their bottom half is like not a horse but like a drake dragon so yeah also there are multiple types of dragons and they come in all kinds of shapes colors and sizes look it up I've researched it there's many kinds of dragons and I think this follows with the race.

I will make a post at a later date going into the types of dragons. Now, I'm just going to provide you with a picture. And no, I'm not going into the elements, and we're not going into the color types of dragons because yes, the colors make a difference, and the elements they fall under make a difference. I don't want to go into it right now. This post is already too long. I will make another post going into detail, but not now. I'm just going to give you a simple picture of a family tree. it's not going to cover all the dragons, but it will work until I make a post about it.

[ ] All right next we have other just generally mystical creature kind of beings like unicorns Angels demons, chimeras, three-headed dogs An Exedra stuff that doesn't fit under like the beastmen category or the other categories I've said so far like they don't fit under faye or dragon.

I just think they're magical creatures, and I have not come up with a name for them. so I'm just going to call them magical creatures. Now I headcanon that Angels and Demons aren't necessarily like religious symbols in the Twisted Wonderland Universe like they're just like any other species because of the great seven Now I do not know if this is Canon but I've seen a lot of fanfiction just having the character say oh the great seven Like saying oh my God. I think that the Great Seven are some kind of symbol of worship but not necessarily Gods except Hades. he's different. He's canonically a god.

But anyway I don't think angels and Demon apply to the religious symbol that they're seen as in our world than the Twisted Wonderland world I'm just saying that they're just a race and not a symbol of God per se cuz I don't think like necessarily like the Christian, Other religions that see Angels and Demons as religious symbols are there because Hades canonically is a Greek god so and him being like real means like the other Greek gods are real In that universe.

So yeah, I don't think Angels and Demons per se would have the same religious belief as Christianity or Other religions, so I'm just going to say that they race like any other. (also for the people saying that Twisted Wonderland probably doesn't have holidays like Christmas and stuff. Have you forgotten that Nightmare Before Christmas is a canonical thing in the universe because Disney made it? Nightmare Before Christmas is owned by Disney, so it means it's canon. so they have Valentine's Day and other canonical holidays That appeared in the movie…) but anyway I'm just going to say that Angels generally are magical creatures that have A light Elemental or whatever and then demons Have a dark Elemental and the whole like Angels and Demons one being good one being bad is completely wrong Neither race is inherently bad or good. So yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Unicorns probably have a glamor of some sort. I'm just thinking that magic creatures come in all kinds of shapes and sizes and like some are more human than others some are completely not that's what I'm thinking but yeah.

Thank you for listening to my TED Talk and ranting until next time where I'm going to go into my headcanon of the magical system or I'm going to go deeper into the FAE Category and family tree.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst

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peachieloves · 4 months ago

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i would love to know about your dungeon meshi f/o’s! what was it like getting to know all of them? did you meet them in the dungeon or on the surface? if you met in the dungeon did you join their party? what was your favorite dish theyve ever made for you? i hate to make you choose but would you say you have a best friend in the group? also what class and race is your s/i??

- @freakkisser

Hi!!!

everything under the cut, tried to keep things vaugeish but maybe dunmeshi spoilers?

answering the last question first because the context is needed... my s/i is a half-foot beastman! a rabbit, to be exact.

it took me a while to really warm up to anyone who wasn't laios or falin for a bit! due to my s/i's past (which is a whole post in itself) there's a lot of trust issues and new people are scary.

i met falin and marcille in the dungeon -- basically i split from my original party, and when i ran into falin she just has such a kind caring vibe so i was like. "pls i have GOT to get out of here" and she agreed immediately ofc. marcille was a little iffy about it but is incapable of saying no to falin!! so! i suppose i did become a temporary party member, though not really much of a fighter. i was originally taken down to be bait so i was kind of a liability but --

honestly i am SUCH a picky eater. both irl and my s/i... this is made even worse by my race limiting my diet even more. but gosh uhh i like sweet stuff, and plant-based meals. laios celebrates our anniversaries with carrot cake and i think that's my favorite just for the sentiment 🥰

i love everyone for different reasons, of course, but i am probably closest to falin! she's just so sweet and patient and a great listener. laios and i don't have a lot of issues with our relationship but when we do i know i can always go to her, and as a bonus since she knows her brother so well she usually gives really good advice regarding him!!

conversely, i probably get along the least well with chilchuck. he thinks i lack self-respect because i let people treat me like a kid. i mean really im just a little bit 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 but he doesn't need to know that. he does like me at the end of the day... he is in fact not immune to the cute act

#⚔️🍴✨#🐈‍⬛🍴✨#🐉🍴✨#🧙‍♀️🍴✨#👞🍴✨#🍳🍴✨#👁️🍴✨#proselfship #proship please interact #proship selfship #anti anti #proshippers please interact #proship #proshipping #comship

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tallyanimatez · 1 year ago

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Writer's block is hitting so hard but feathers au brain rot o(-(

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"I need this and that"

"What about giving me a discount? I'll buy ropes too."

"Do you have anymore of these herbs?"

"I would like 5 cans of tuna please."

After a long day bargain, you finally got what you needed. Some mechanical parts and ropes to construct new items, herbs to brew potions and...tuna for Grim. You don't know why he loves tuna like an average street cat would, but it surely is the only way of making him stay focused on the goal he's designed to: Win the race. But no one ever took him seriously because of his size, making it ever so satisfying to see them be flabbergasted when the "great" Grim snatches the cup.

Even though you are lost in the thought of imagining the faces of those racers, it didn't take long for you to realize some of your goods were missing

Odd. You thought

As you scan your surroundings to spot a suspicious hyena beastman holding on something. Crowley can call you crazy but you were sure that the hyena beastman was holding their medical herbs along with the bandages you bought for yourself incase of emergencies and tuna that was meant for Grim. Wasting no idle thoughts, you silently tracked him down to ask for your stuff back nicely.

You are aware that beastmen aren't treated any better than people who were born without wings.

But they still have more freedom than normal humans do...

So...They can't be treated with the same empathy.

What felt like 3 hours of tracking down that beastman, you arrived at a slum. You didn't want to enter it as you were afraid of any avian guards, but there was none around here so it was safe...well almost...

You took off your artificial wings and hide them along with your belongings in a ditch near there, you sprayed it with a potion that removes scent to make sure no dam curious avian or beastmen would steal it again. Proceeding to spray yourself with the same potion and drape your cloak over your head, you entered the slum. You knew it would be too weird for an avian to visit a slum, let alone just 1 avian, so a beastman disguise was needed.

Following his tracks, you saw the beastman that robbed you giving those goods to...an elderly? You were flabbergasted with what you just witnessed...only to shake off the surprise with determination to ask for your items back.

"'Scuse me, can I have my goods back?"

The moment you made yourself known, the hyena froze in place while the elder one looked confused. The elder hyena looked at the younger one with suspicious eyes before handing the goods without hesitation to you, leaving you staring for a little bit before hesitantly taking it.

"Ruggie...What did your grandma tell you about stealing?"

The younger hyena, whose name you just learned was Ruggie, has his ears flattened as if he's upset. You look back at your items then look back to what people call "family". Without much thought, you walked over to the boy and handed over some of your bandages and a few cans of tuna.

...He looked at you as if anticipating for you to say something.

"Just take it." You deadpanned.

Ruggie just stared at you for a few more minutes before taking the goods you handed over. The moment he took those, you made a 180 degree turn and speed walked out of the slums. Your ears might have failed you since you definitely did not hear someone saying wait up as you're trying to run away.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so hasty about it when your life was on the line...

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Author's note: So fun fact...this draft was in my tumblr for 4 months eheheheheh... don't murder me please 🚪🏃💨

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x reader #ruggie twisted wonderland #twst ruggie #twisted wonderland ruggie #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst au #feathers au #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #twst x you #twst x y/n

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toxycodone · 5 months ago

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i love your dunmeshi oc so much and you inspired me to make my own so i raise you this- a wolf beastman/beastkin that has absolutely embraced being feral, im talking hunting like a wolf, having a similar diet to a wolf (like raw meat and stuff), possibly dipping into the "I don't care if its a tallman, elf, dwarf, halfoot, or even another beast man- if i can eat it i'll eat it" kind of cannibalism and with Laios being like "I love you so much that I would rather consume your entire being that live without you", and dabbling into physical appearances- extra nipples and or a knot. Laios would EAT THAT SHIT UP. He'd be obsessed! Constantly asking to examine their physiology, taking nerdy asf notes, asking them what monsters taste better raw vs cooked, studying the way they hunt, and the extra nipples would drive him crazy. he'd be all over them!

OH SO FUCKINF AGREED. The more unorthodox the better and brother you are hitting all of the right boxes here.

It’s not obvious to anime onlys yet but I have been spoiled on how he feels about being eaten by a monster and it’s honestly. A secret desire of his. If he knew he could do it and not die I think he would. Deep within his mind he’s wondering how he tastes to your oc, especially in comparison to other monsters. Or races.

BUT I JUST HAVE TO SAY. I ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGREE WIRH YOU LETS FUCKING GOOOO I LOVE FERAL AS FUCK OCS

#I know bro is testing every nipple. THE FREAK THAT HE IS!#suck my ask

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totallynotthecrystalskull · 1 year ago

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A couple of friends have been getting me into the setting of Warhammer 40k, and while it’s got… a LOT of issues (trust me, there’s a lot of problems with 40k both in and out of the setting), I gotta admit I’m having fun. Just one small issue though, one of my favorite parts of the setting is HIGHLY underrepresented in… pretty much everything.

And that iiiiiis!!… the Abhuman races! Long story short, these guys are 40ks way of getting typical fantasy (Warhammer Fantasy or just generic fantasy stuff) into the setting of the 41st millennium without there being dozens upon dozens of ‘aliens’ that are just straight up humans… in theory anyways.

Yeah, as it turns out though, while a few of them have gotten decent-to-good rep in various pieces of media and the Tabletop, waaaaaaaay more haven’t even gotten official designs for crying out loud!

So I decided to take it upon myself to start sketching them out myself. From left to right, so far I’ve sketched:

-A regular human guardsman (Homo Sapiens)

-An Ogryn (Homo Sapiens Gigantus)

-A ‘Ratling’ (Homo Sapiens Minimus)

-A Leagues of Votann Kin (Homo Sapiens Rotundus)

-A Beastman loosely based on the Fellgor versions (Homo Sapiens Variatus ‘Capra’)

-A Navigator (Homo Navigos. Weird that they drop ‘Sapiens’ in their name)

-A NightSider, whom lack ANY official art (Homo Sapiens Tenebris)

-An original Beastman design based more on Rams and more human-like Satyrs (Homo Sapiens Variatus ‘Ovis’)

-And a Chaos Beastman based on the dudes from Blackstone Fortress

Now after these guys I’m pretty much in ‘has NO official art of them’ territory, so future additions get to basically look entirely original. Maybe I’ll take some inspiration from some of the more common fan design tropes like with the Felinids, but buy-n-large I get to be creative with their designs from this point forward

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #abhuman #ogryn #Ratling #beastman #rough sketch #fanart #Games Workshop PLEASE give more Abhumans official designs I’m BEGGING you!!#NightSider #digital sketch #work in progress

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confettiselfships · 5 months ago

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Need help deciding what race I want my Dun.geon Mes.hi sona should be but I can't decide. I've got some ideas/thoughts on what I want to do but I can't decideeee. Maybe I'll go satyr since I LOVE satyrs and stuff but I also like orcs: Which are yes. Think I might just go w/ a beastman but like a goat or sheep variant. Y'know just goofy fun things that goofers like me do.

Working out everything has been a great time so far. Gonna send the toyhouse link to all the finished lore once I've completed most of it!!

#Also if any of my mutuals like dungeon meshi and wanna talk about it #or have any s/is they wanna talk about it HMU!!!#I adore this show and I'm so excited to watch more!!! Me and my friends have been watching it togerher and they don't know about selfship #🦇┆zeus goes off once more

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spacejamdvdadinfinitum · 2 years ago

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Part Four of “Leona introduces Kenta to the rest of Night Raven College’s student body” au!

Ignihyde:

Ok. The thing about Kenta is that, no matter what, he is still an 8-9 year old.

So when he sees Ortho for the first time, he JUST STARES AND POINTS LIKE "IS THAT A SUPERHERO." He absolutely rushes up to Otho like HEY. HEY ARE YOU A SUPER HERO. I SAW SOMEONE LIKE YOU IN A MOVIE ONCE. ARE YOU A SUPER HERO.

Ortho has. No fucking clue who this is and hes just buffering. But he just. Has to tell the kid hes not a superhero. And of course Kenta doesn't believe him. But he still has so many questions for Ortho. Like WHO MADE YOUR COOL SUIT. WHO ARE YOU. CAN YOU SHOOT LAZERS.

While Leona wont apologize, he will drag Kenta back like "stop yowling brat. Holy shit."

Ortho is just laughing like "no its okay! He can ask questions."

And the more he hangs out with Ortho, the more Kenta feels inclined to call him Big Bro.

Ortho... doesnt know how to feel. He's always been a little brother! Now hes been promoted to Big Brother? His lil brain is racing like WHAT SORT OF RESPOBSIBILITIES HAVE I TAKEN ON WITH THIS NEW TITLE AAAA

Also he can and will pick the lil guy up and fly him around since he weighs like nothing to Ortho.

As for Idia, Ortho will let Kenta follow him around, and Idia will not realize they have a guest until he turns around and there's an unknown cub staring at his RGB LED light set up

He. Doesn't do well with kids. At lesst as far as he thinks. But Kenta doesn't ask questions about his hair. He doesn't ask about Idia or his stammering or his choices to use his tablet to speak.

He moreso asks if hes got videogames here.

And boy does he.

The kid is in heaven, as hes never had a chance to PLAY videogames like this before. Hes moreso used to the crummy set ups with crap old tvs and jerry rigged consoles.

Idia is kinda happy about it.

The lil guy does eventually ask about Idia's hair but it's moreso asking if he can turn it green or purple or whatever.

It's nice to see Idia actually like spending time wity someone who isn't Ortho.

Diasomnia:

And finally.

Kenta is constantly told to stay away from Ramshackle, since "we haven't gotten you your shots yet, and I dont wanna have to deal with you getting tetanus or meningitus or Seven knows what else."

But Kenta is a brat and doesn't listen at all.

So he sneaks over at night and meets Malleus just hanging out there. The kid has no clue who this is. And just. "Oh hey there Mister Gazelle, I didn't think anyone would be here."

Malleus has to. Take a second and realize this child is talking to him. Last he checked he wasn't a gazelle. And he says as such.

"Yeah okay. Why do you have gazelle horns then. You look like a gazelle beastman to me."

Malleus will take a moment... and just laugh. He likes this kid.

Malleus has no problem teaching the kid about magic and all the cool stuff he knows about. Kenta stupidly gives Malleus his name much like Yuu does but Malleus has no intention of holding it against the child. Not right now. He might if it suits him.

Leona isn't happy to see Malleus talking to his son and heir, but Kenta grumbles and snaps at his dad about how he wants to meet everyone! There is def some disagreements between the kid and his dad, but Malleus thinks its cute.

As far as Lilia and the rest, Lilia does, as a person said, revet back to dad mode almost IMMEDIATELY. Its as simple as reverting to an old script. He checks on Kenta lots, inquiring with Leona about the lad and if he's been eating. Has he been getting enough sleep? Leona I got him this cute little sweater you should give it to him :)

Sebek scares Kenta so much, since he's loud and talks a lot. But he still teases him and makes fun of him, happy to trick and prank him as much as Lilia. But he's not a total bastard, and will still apologoze if he actually upsets him.

Silver is def big brother material as well. He can teach Kenta how to fight with a sword! And ride horses! Even if he just sorta falls asleep, Kenta will just sit and wait, maybe even try to wake him up! Like SILVER WAKE UP I WANNA DO SWORD PRACTICE.

Its kinda cute tbh, Silver likes being an older brother to Kenta... he cant help but love the lil guy and how he's taking NRC's reactions to him with stride.

#Twusted Wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #Malleus Draconia #Ortho Shroud #Idia Shroud #Lilia Vanrogue #Sebek Zigvolt #TWST Silver #Pops Leona AU #Kenta loves Mister Gazelle so much he's so cool for an herbivore!#yes he starts calling peopl herbivore it's so stupid

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title: half doomed and semi-sweet

word count: 5308

summary: Idia's bad luck comes back to haunt him again, being dragged into physically showing up to class and being assigned a group project involving a student from a different year, courtesy of Mr. Trein. His... "best friend", Kero Tricarenia, sees his distress in the situation, and swoops in to save him, though that might be what actually ends him instead of the project...

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Of course that in the day Idia is made to actually show up to class, something like this happens.

The fact that it’s Trein’s class just makes it somehow worse. Of course, it’s not all bad, he gets to see Lucius napping on the teacher’s desk—! ...but, he also gets to be pestered by Cater the second he’s walking in, and then the second he’s walking out, plus, just the presence of all these people… Idia shudders just thinking about it.

He pulls his hoodie closer to his face, trying to shield it in vain. He just wanted to go back to his room. Trein was the worst for making him actually show up. He’d been attending classes through the tablet for so long, what was the issue with today specifically? Why couldn’t he just do it the way he always does? He just doesn’t get it—

“Before class is dismissed,” Trein starts in that voice of his, commanding yet with a hint of a drawl that makes Idia want to delve into eternal slumber. “I have an announcement to make. Due to recent events, the headmaster has assigned the teachers the task of building… teamwork, and solidarity, between students, even the ones in different years, and I’ve been chosen to apply that, so your monthly History assignment will work somewhat differently this time.”

Great. Awesome. These were his favorite words in the whole world. As if today couldn’t get any worse.

“I’ll need you to gather a pair or trio with students from different years, to build a mockup representing a historical event of your choosing. You’re supposed to inform me of your groups until tomorrow's class, and the deadline will be held two weeks from now, on February 13th. You’ll be presenting your works the day after.”

Idia feels the clammy hands of dread on both his ankles, threatening to pull him under. Of course this would get worse somehow. He exhales a deep sigh, burying his face on his hands… he’d have to email Mr. Trein about doing the assignment by himself later. And it’d be such an unpleasant conversation, with how he insisted on having students follow all these traditional learning methods.

Really, why the hell were they getting group projects now, out of all things? They had one foot out of school, basically. Fourth year barely had any classes, most of the students’ times filled up with internships and research so what did they get out of trying to “develop teamwork skills” within their students? None of these people would be talking to each other by the time they graduate, anyways… they were wasting resources to max out a stat that didn’t matter.

He tugs the hood of his jacket over his face again as he walks out of the classroom, sneaking outside like he’s avoiding to get scolded — The blue glow of his hair insisting on sticking out, Idia feels his heart race and squeeze while he makes his way across the crowded hallways. He swears he hears Cater’s voice calling for him as he leaves, too… but maybe he’s just making it up, because of how especially cursed he feels today.

What an awful morning, really. At least locking himself up with that MMO he’s gotten hooked on recently would feel even more cathartic.

After the nerve-wracking walk, Trein’s words poking at him like imps with their tridents — Him trying to figure out how to convince that teacher to let him do everything by himself, no presentation included, without having to actually face the guy — Idia finally gets back to his dorm. Finally.

He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding — Just like in the fanfics, geez — when he steps into the lounge, though even the mostly vacant blue and white space felt a little oppressive now. Sure, he cared about his dormmates, they were fine people, but they were still people, and what he really needed now, was…

“IDIA!”

...within one second of the click of his door being unlocked, Idia is reminded once again that he never will know peace.

“K-Kero!” He yelps, suddenly overwhelmed by a hug, arms around his entire body squeezing him tight, maybe too tight— It’s a second before he remembers this is in fact supposed to be his room. “W-Wait, what are you doing here? That’s my room!”

Unleashed from the mighty grip, red eyes meet Idia’s as Kero’s head tilts, a smile on his face flashing his sharp teeth.

“I know that! I was looking for you.” He just announces, following right behind with that skip on his step as Idia enters and locks the door behind them. He hadn’t seen Kero in… how long, now? It’d been a while, that much he knew. Idia had been busy lately, with… “You finished that tournament yesterday night, right? How did you do? I got you that cake from the cafeteria you like to celebrate!” His questions are rapid-fire, tail wagging as he rushes towards Idia’s unmade bed to pick up the little packaged treat he’d gotten.

“You don’t even know how it went yet, but you’re already getting your hopes up.” Idia grumbles, but the second the package is placed on his hands, he does gracefully accept it. “Well, my team did win, so…”

“Yes! I knew you would!” Kero cheers, grinning again as he sits on his bed. He’s… so full of energy it’s hard to watch, Idia would say.

But, well, that would kind of be a huge lie.

“Yeah, thanks for leaving me be for a bit so I could practice.” He mutters, moving to sit on his desk chair. The package makes a crinkling plastic noise while he messes with it, opening it to reveal a slice of strawberry shortcake — That has him glancing at Kero for a second, a fuzzy feeling taking over.

...because that’s just what his emotions do now.

It was stupid, Idia’s sighing tiredly just thinking about it — When it started was beyond him, but for some reason or another, something keeps pulling him towards Kero. It’s not exactly a big deal, some sort of soul-binding string of fate or something like that, but even when he’s not there physically, Kero lingers, flashes of sharp teeth and boisterous laughing in Idia’s mind. It’s not a big deal! But it’s like Kero had hanged around him so much he left a mark.

And Idia doesn’t really hate that. He stares at the cake in his hands, and thinks of Kero smiling as he got it for him, without any sort of request, just because he saw the cake and remembered that he liked it, and his mind stresses just how much he doesn’t hate that.

(...well, it was a sort of doomed thing, they would never move on from this strange affectionate friendship, because Idia isn’t going to… tell Kero he’s crushing on him, or anything like that. That’d just screw everything up. And what he has now isn’t actually bad at all. Really, it’s fine if Kero never understands. It’s fine. )

“Are you… good, though? Do you need anything?” Kero asks, snapping him out of the messy daydreams with another good natured tilt of his head — He’s a dog alright. “You… just look kinda gloomy and stuff.”

Idia snickers, shaking his head. “Yeah, like I ever look different.” He mumbles, and takes a bite of cake. It’s sweet, he thinks, making a surprised noise as he wonders when the last time he had it was… he licks some whipped cream off his fingers. “Mm, this time is different though. Something with a group project from Mr. Trein… tires me out just to think about it.” He sighs. But Kero’s ears perk up, pointing straight upwards.

“Oh! That, yeah. He told 2-D about it today too.”

“Yeah. This sucks. I’m just gonna… find a way to work by myself.” Idia shakes his head, sinking on his chair a little further. He bites into the cake again. “You think Mr. Trein knows how to read emails?” He snickers, but the thought of having to meet him face-to-face makes his skin crawl. “...ugh, I d-don’t wanna have to talk to him during office hours…”

Kero hums in slightly concerned acknowledgement, plopping down on his bed with attentive eyes. Idia finds himself in a weird wondering of how it felt like to sit down when you were a beastman. Did it hurt his tail or something? It’s wagging against the mattress, though. His ears point to opposite sides while he looks up vaguely. Idia muses about what he might be thinking about.

“Well, you could always do it with me! They said to get one of your underclassmen, right.” Kero suggests, and… Idia swears he sees his tail wag a little harder, but that could very well just be a trick of the light. “I can do the presentation too, and I’m good with building things, so…” He grins. “Plus, you won’t have to… talk to Mr. Trein.”

Idia hums through a mouthful of cake. Well, doing the project with Kero would certainly be better than with someone he didn’t know. However, it’s…

His eyes linger on Kero’s expectant form on his bed, smiling so cheerfully. He’s very aware of the couple feet of distance between them right now, and even like this, Kero’s presence does things to his heart… that’s bad, so bad, he thinks, it’s hard to ignore how his heartbeat is just a tad faster now, summed with this different flavor of nervousness that just seemed to simmer in his blood now… yeah, it’s no good.

“I m-mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind that.” Is what he stutters out. Kero beams.

Stupid cute Kero. This isn’t helping Idia convince himself none of this is a big deal.

“Yeah! If you’re doin’ a project you might as well do it with your best friend, right?” He says. Here he is again with the best friend talk… oh, if only he knew. “We can have fun with it too. Actually, I can have fun with everything as long as I’m with you, heh.”

Idia feels heat creeping up his neck. Stupid cute Kero! “Ugh, you d-don’t gotta be embarrassing about it.” He mumbles, eyes averted. The cake finished with one last bite, Idia places the empty package on his desk, licking leftover cream off his fingers again. “We’re just putting some annoying mockup together. It’s not a big deal. If we add some simple machines to it to make it cooler it’ll already be higher-res than everyone else’s, it’s just an easy A. Everyone else’s just gonna use magic, I bet.”

“Yeah, obviously. I mean it doesn’t have to be annoying, though.” Kero comments. “We’ve gotta choose a historical event, right? Do you have any ideas?”

“Uhhh. The industrial revolution of the Isle of Lamentation? That’s… pretty much all I paid attention to this year, anyways.” He shrugs. Trein’s classes were boring, naturally. And they were so early in the morning, too… his tablet may have been there most of the time, but Idia himself was passed out on his bed.

“I think that works! We’ll have to make a bunch of stuff for the machines. But that’ll be fun.”

Idia hums. He’s thinking about these machines, actually, the miniature factories they could put together. The blueprints begin to write themselves up rather quickly. “We’d blow their little minds if we just had some… smoke coming out of the chimneys, some gears spinning around. Fuhihi, our mockup might be the best.” With his head in the clouds — Or the laboratory, rather — he finds himself grinning, waving a finger in the air. “Hey, Kero, what do you th… huh?”

And Kero isn’t on his bed anymore. He’s right there, in front of him.

Before Idia can say anything about this (Kero right in front of him, leaning in closer, he feels so cornered, his heart might stop!) Kero leans in even further, a big hand coming up to his face and (He’s going to die, definitely, he’ll die right here.) and he wipes off some whipped cream from near Idia’s lips.

“You had some on your face! Heheh.” He chuckles, licking it off his thumb. Idia feels like his blood pressure has just plummeted, or… or maybe it just did the opposite, how is he supposed to tell? His face feels so hot there’s no way his brain is getting the proper oxygen at all, he can barely think—!

“G-Give me a warning before you do something like this!” Idia wheezes, high pitched like a squeaky toy, and Kero just laughs again, grinning with this hint of mischief. “I didn’t even see you move!”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were distracted? I’m happy you’re excited about the project, though. I think it’s cute.” He says outright, and Idia… Idia just puts his hands on his face, averting his eyes with intent. Why does Kero have to be... so... much? “C’mon, you can sit with me on the bed. We can talk better like this.” A strong hand grabs at his wrist, easily looping around it as he pulls at Idia, making him squeak again as he’s dragged towards the bed.

“This doesn’t even make any sense!” Idia complains, but Kero tugs him towards the bed with no effort at all, and he just accepts his fate, huffing like it’d ease the warmth crawling all over his face. “Ugh, a-anyway, I was talking about the factories we’d put on the mockup… I thought of having some machines with exposed insides, with the spinning gears would be good, and conveyor belts that function…”

As he launches into explanation, Kero nods, making this unbreakable eye contact. Idia has to stop and take a deep breath every couple minutes, the situation somehow overwhelming. It feels like his condition just got a little worse every day, huh.

(Well, it’s fine. He could just avoid him if things got bad. Though… he doesn’t like thinking about this, recalling the week before the game tournament even. It’s kind of stupid, if he’s just making Idia nervous why does he have this need to keep him around? As expected, emotions make little to no sense...)

“...so, basically that’s what I thought.” Idia ends the explanation. Kero still has his attentive look on his face, almost like it froze there. “Did you pay attention?”

“Nah. I was just looking at you while you talked, ‘cause you looked so pretty.” Kero leans in with a smirk (Can he please stop trying to kill Idia, he’s just gotten down to a normal-ish heart rate again!) that then turns into one of his usual friendly smiles. “Kidding! I did, yeah. Do you wanna start it tomorrow?”

“You…! Uh, um, I don’t know. I wanna play my new game.” He stumbles with speaking, but it still comes out. At least. “We could probably finish that in, what, two days at most? If you don’t mind going to the lab late at night.”

“Roger that. For Idia, I’ll go to the ends of Twisted Wonderland!” He declares, fist thumping against his chest with a proud grin. “I’ll get us your snacks too. Can’t have you going hungry. But now I gotta go to track.”

Idia blinks. Already? He remembers that club meetings do in fact exist. He’d been skipping on his lately so he ended up kind of… forgetting them. Seeing Kero go, though, it’s…

“R-Right, I hope you, uh… enjoy yourself.” He stutters. Then he wants to hit himself on the face, really, what kind of stupid farewell was that? Just say bye and go back to your games, idiot. Luckily, Kero doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Yeah, yeah, I will!” He chimes, getting up from the bed — Leaning down a little, he puts a hand over Idia’s flaming hair, ruffling it to his surprise. “I’ll see you, okay? Literally. I’m coming over again later, ‘cause after all this time I’m not leaving my best friend alone!”

Idia feels frozen in place while Kero pets him, eyes zeroed in on that grin — Before he leaves, and he exhales. Again. That breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

He doesn’t play the game yet. Instead, he lays face down on the bed and screams into the pillow, whatever feelings had been simmering while Kero was around just exploding the second he leaves. Great Seven, he was so stupid. Both of them, actually.

Kero was stupid for not seeing how much this crush was clearly consuming him, and Idia… Idia was stupid for getting involved in any of this at all, in so many ways and for so many reasons, but he just can’t bring himself to stop now.

He swears it’s not that big of a deal. But it’s a lie, obviously. Clearly.

. . .

Once he’s back into his room after practice, Kero shuts his door behind him, and he laughs.

He feels the strain on his body from the running, sure, but every bit of it is somehow also filled with so much energy — With his hands on his face like how Idia does when he’s shy, he grins so much his cheeks hurt with the pulling. His heart won’t stop racing.

Who let him be so adorable!

He knew they’d end up doing this project together, of course. When Trein mentioned it’d involve students from different years, Idia was the first person Kero thought of! But the reality still makes him so giddy. To think he’d have a chance to do a project with him! He’s really been too lucky these days. Trein was… something else, to him, but with something like this, he might be willing to overlook the fact that the guy was absolutely terrifying.

Well, what matters is that he gets some more time with Idia — Even better, they’d be alone together! — The tournament week sucked, straight up. Kero ran some errands for him but it just wasn’t the same! Though he didn’t mind this sort of caretaking either, Idia barely took breaks. He didn’t even tell him much about the game he was playing, actually. Kero was basically crawling up the walls with how bored he’d gotten.

But that’s irrelevant now.

Still grinning and laughing to himself with all that burst of energy running through his skin, Kero hops over to his desk — With how he was, Idia would probably have some blueprints for the machines ready soon, but this was a nice chance to impress. He gathers some parts and tools, and gets to work.

...work that takes longer to complete than it usually does for him, but as expected, through the following days, Idia texts him vague guidelines on what their mockup should be like, ideas and half-baked blueprints that they discuss both through the phone and when he shows up at Idia’s place, and when the fated day of getting together at Ignihyde’s laboratory arrives, he has all those trinkets on his desk. He’s so ready.

ill see you there at 2, Idia’s text reads, bring the stuff i told u to make

Yes, yes, right away! Kero smiles bright as he gathers the miniature machines into a shoe box he’d gotten for them. He can feel his tail wag with excitement even as he carries it through the gloomy late-night corridors.

The door opened with a bang — Oops, he definitely handled it too roughly — Kero chimes as soon as he sets foot into the lab. “Idia!” He calls when he arrives. “I’m here!”

“Eek!” Idia, who was already leaned over the table, spreading scratchy blueprints and machine parts on it, is startled in a jolt. “D-Don’t sneak up on me like this! Geez…”

“Heheh, sorry, sorry.” Kero laughs, setting the box near the other items on the table, which Idia eagerly turns to inspect, complaints or not. Well, if that was the case, he’d inspect Idia for a bit too. He was looking unusual today, after all! Without that heavy jacket of his, wearing his lab wear and striped shirt. Kero’s heart leaps. “You’re looking good today, huh! ‘s unusual to see you looking like this, like… one of these R cards from your gacha games, or something.”

Kero feels proud of himself for the comment — Hey, Idia, look at me, I pay attention to your rambling! But Idia makes an offended noise instead.

“T...The R cards are the common ones, stupid.” He scoffs, giving him a narrow eyed look, but there’s still a soft flush of pink over his cheeks. “Ugh, I can’t believe I let you spend time with me when you don’t know that.”

Well. Kero tried, all he can do is laugh about it. At least he didn’t miss the compliment entirely! “Ehh, you do it ‘cause we’re best friends and you love me!” He says. “C’mon, we should get started on this already.”

“...y-yeah, yeah, whatever.” Idia shakes his head, but when he turns his face towards the table to look at their work in progress, there’s a slight smile on his blue lips that Kero couldn’t possibly miss. “Did you make the conveyor belts? I think I forgot to send you anything on these, couldn’t decide what material would be better for them…”

Moments like these are just so… so everything. Kero can’t find the words to describe how happy he is to be around Idia and be able to say things like that! Though, he feels it’s not exactly enough… even if all of this does feel nice, and he’s grateful for it.

(Well, he has a crush on Idia, that much he knows, so he guesses that’s something to be expected, in a way? He’s heard his classmates talking about the being unable to get enough related to someone so it was just part of it, probably. What they have now is good, straight out of his dreams even! Just… feelings are weird, aren’t they? He keeps wanting more, though he doesn’t know exactly what would sate this hunger.)

“Oh, I did rubber on the top and some of that light metal for the parts. I thought it’d be better if we don’t make it too heavy!” Kero replies, digging around for his own lab gear he’d brought. They might have to do some welding today, so it was always good to be careful.

(Plus, they got to match outftits!)

Idia nods, focused gaze on a miniature engine. “Ohh… huh. That’s good, actually. I think this might be easier than I thought.” He mutters. “We have all the parts to build the interior of the factory… I guess we could put that together tonight, and tomorrow we can get the rest? For the outside, I guess. If we just focus on the factory instead of the, uh, social repercussions or something like that, Trein might deduct points.”

He feels his ears deflate just a little at the teacher’s mention. “Tell me about it.” Idia passes him the engine, a silent command for him to get to work linking it with the other right parts. “Do you want me to get the stuff for the scenery from the store?”

“Yeah, sure. Would be helpful.”

Kero smiles at him, and for a single silent moment they’re putting the machine parts together. Engines and gears and a seemingly endless stretch of conveyor belts, wires and such hidden on the inferior part of the styrofoam slab the mockup was being built on.

“...hey, is that the battery?”

“Yup! Just gotta charge with magic whenever you wanna see it working.”

Idia turns it around on his hands, looking at it from every angle, making a humming noise to himself…

Huh, Kero is suddenly very aware that they’re all alone in that laboratory.

Maybe it’s because of how Idia looks at the small object, or how he touches it with this utmost care one wouldn’t think he has. It’s weirdly easy for other people to assume Idia was lazy, Kero recalls, and it was something he never really understood. He was such a diligent person, actually, but people couldn’t see it right because he didn’t put effort into things people commonly worked hard in. That makes him feel sort of bitter inside, he thinks, but also proud in a way.

He’s the only one who knows Idia this closely, it comes into Kero’s mind, and a smile sprawls across his face.

“...w-what? Why are you looking at me like that?” Of course, Idia notices. The pinkish glow on his face before turns into something more like strawberry red, and… agh, what the hell, Kero’s smile gets bigger.

“It’s ‘cause you’re so cute, of course!” He says without missing a beat. How many times has he called Idia cute now? Far too many to count. But he can’t stop, and it never feels like enough to show just how god damn adorable Idia was to him. It was such a crazy feeling, really.

“Gh… and you’re e-embarrassing, as always.” Idia responds as he averts his eyes. “We’ve gotta finish this as soon as possible, y’know, now’s not the time for...t-this.”

“What do you mean with this?” Kero asks amidst a laugh. Idia looks at him with this cranky sort of expression and his heart feels like it’s about to take off and fly, wow. “You asked me a question and I answered it!”

“Yeah, you answered it while being a jerk.” Idia mumbles, getting back to unscrewing something. Kero doesn’t get what he mean with it exactly but, well, he always says stuff like this.

“I mean it, though! I think you’re really cute.” He says, it’s so easy to say things like that, they end up just coming out on their own, even when he’s trying to put his brain cells back into work like Idia wants him to. “I tell you that all the time! D’you not think you’re cute?”

Idia glances at him with wide eyes. “I...n-no? What in the Lord of the Underworld makes you think I’m c-cute?” He asks, voice almost an octave higher.

Something about this strucks Kero differently. Is that a rhetorical question? It doesn’t matter. He wants to answer.

“Well, do you want me to tell you?” He suggests, and his heart is racing. It takes just a little bit of effort to ask something like this, it’s not quite having to hype himself up for it, but… well. What’s with this mood anyways? Idia’s hands are on his flushed cheeks, gloved fingers ready to cover up his eyes, like he usually does when he’s flustered — And here’s something to add to the list already, wow.

“I-I, um.”

“If you don’t say no I’m gonna tell you.” He looks straight into Idia’s eyes… such a nice shade of yellow, an amber-gold. Kero doesn’t always mean to tease, but now he does. He has a strong impulse to do it, a determination like he’s rushing towards the finish line in track — What sort of face would Idia show him if he told him everything? “Three, two, one…you lost your chance to say no! I’m gonna tell you.”

Idia squeaks like he got jumpscared, but he doesn’t object to any of it. Kero’s excited — He takes a step closer, and takes it upon himself to touch Idia’s hair again, because he absolutely couldn’t get enough of how it didn’t burn him.

“First of all, I know you hate it since it sticks out so much, but your hair is really cute.” He says, tucking a lock of hair behind Idia’s ear, feeling him shrink and tense under the light touch — Would he do that if Kero touched him more? If he wrapped his arms around Idia’s waist and held him close? “It’s so bright and pretty, and the bangs look so nice on you, they’re kinda messy and long but in a way that’s adorable.”

Indulging himself a little further, he lets his hand ghost over Idia’s bangs, brushing them to the side and watching them fall back into place. Idia’s face is fully red now. The hair doesn’t feel like much to the touch since it’s fire, actually, but, something about it…

“Second! You have a cute smile!” Kero chimes. He’s supposed to retract his hand now, but — It just stays on Idia’s cheek. And he finds that he really doesn’t want to take it off there. “When you talk about the things you like, and you get all excited about them and start grinning… it’s really cute, actually. I like it when I see you all full of energy.”

Idia’s eyes dart around. Are his hands shaking? Kero eyes at them briefly, before taking one into his — Unable to stop himself again — and the latex of his glove meets Idia’s, watched by wide amber eyes as he laces their fingers together. Shaking, indeed, but he was able to steady them.

“Third… related to that, how your hands move when you’re rambling. I stare at them a lot. That’s how much I love to see you all excited about stuff.”

His voice had fallen softer. The coldness of the laboratory seems to just fade. Kero’s heart feels…

“Fourth...” He starts, but no words come to him. He just stares at Idia’s face, his eyes, the blue tint of his lips. There’s more to say, obviously, but he can’t think of it, and he— “...can I kiss you?”

Somehow there’s no recoil time, no surprised noise on Idia’s part, and though he loves his shyness and how it shows through, he finds that he loves it even more when he’s expecting something like this, when he wants it. The shaky, uncertain nod is all he needs to give a name to that hunger he’d been feeling.

Ah, he was in love, everything be damned.

Kero doesn’t hesitate. One hand on his cheek and the other holding his, his lips meet Idia’s, his heart now soaring completely. If he looked back on it now he’d probably find it sort of awkward, Idia’s lips are chapped and the sharp teeth felt strange against each other, but none of this matters when he feels so euphoric, when Idia just melts into his kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts. The brief pauses to breathe aren’t enough to actually do so, but neither of them seem to mind. The held hands unlace, Idia’s coming up to Kero’s neck to urge him closer, Kero’s on Idia’s waist like he’s dreamed.

When they pull away, both breathless, Kero is grinning, and Idia looks dazed, his eyes glossy, at least for a moment before he seems to realize what they’ve just done.

“O-Oh my...we.” He squeaks, freezing in Kero’s embrace. “W-We, we just…”

“Hey, it’s cool!” Kero assures, and he pulls him a bit closer, now causing a small shriek. “I love you, you know.”

“Y-You…” Idia stutters. How long would it be until he was able to string sentences together again? Kero doesn’t have an exact estimate, but, well, this was fine too. Especially as his tension drops, and he hides his warm face on Kero’s shoulder. “...you’re the worst? You’re so embarrassing I could die.”

“That’s a quick recovery, huh.”

“S-Shut up!” Idia whines, but he stays. He stays, and Kero holds him so close that his happiness feels like it’s overflowing, and the cravings from before are just slowly satisfied. “I… I, um.”

“Tell me.” A hand on the side of Idia’s face, he pulls his face upwards, making him look into his eyes again — Would he ever get enough of this, though? They’re so close. “Do you love me too, Idia?”

Idia hesitates, an embarrassed noise leaving him.

“I… I do.” He mutters — And he smiles. “You idiot.”

Kero smiles, his feelings actually overflowing in how he hugs Idia even tighter, and he laughs.

The project could be finished tomorrow, anyways.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst x oc #twst oc #idia shroud #lis writing #commissions tag

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twsted-princess · 3 years ago

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"Oh! Oh! Oh! I can do it!! Lemme at em, lemme at em!!!"

(picrew linked here)

Bio

Name: Scotty Dooler

Nicknames: Runt

Voice Actor: Kumiko Watanabe

Gender: Genderfluid (He/Him, She/Her)

Age: 16

Sexuality: Aroace

Height: 4'4

Race: Dog Beastman

Homeland: Jubilee Port

Birthday: 9/7

Starsign: Leo

Family: Mother, Father, Cousin Scooter (@rookvonhunt)

Occupation: Student

Based off: Scrappy Doo

Professional Status

Dorm: Ectocosoma (@/rookvonunt

School Year: First

Class: 1-E

Best Subject: P.E

Club: "Leader" of the Mystery Club

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Jerky, Cinnamon sugar treats

Hated Food: Well cooked meat

Likes: Ghosts, Monsters, Fighting Ghosts/Monsters, Being helpful, Scooter (only pretending to)

Dislikes: Being seen as annoying, Not getting praised for helping, Scooter, All of his dumb friends

Hobbies: Trying to solve "mysteries" and "supernatural happenings"

Talents: Throwing tiny hands at literally everyone

Unique Magic: Doesn't have one yet

Backstory

A little brat who can't keep his head out of other people's business and wants to play the role of the best of all. He acts like the most amazing detective that helps everyone, some people think it's cute but really it's annoying. In all truth he just makes the problem worst and doesn't take accountability, cause why would a helper do that? She also swears up and down that her cousin Scooter is the best!!! He's so cool and does a lot of neat stuff and she wants to be just like him!! But....it's all a lie. She hates him, hates that he gets all the attention, hates that he has friends and for what? He's a wimp and a loser and she's sooooo much better then him. But that day will come, the day when she proves everyone wrong and she'll be the greatest most loved person in the world.

#my work #twst oc's #twisted wonderland

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animebw · 4 years ago

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Binge-Watching: Brand New Animal, Episodes 7-9

In which things take a turn for the disappointing, I lament the loss of what made this show work in the first place, and Nazuna just doesn’t work.

Divine Mess

Well, it’s official: I don’t like Nazuna. Or to be more precise, I don’t like what her presence has done to Brand New Animal. Ever since the show’s made Nazuna and the church the focus of its ongoing plot, it’s been getting less and less interesting by the episode. We’re spending less time exploring the central metaphors and more time building up a weaksauce conspiracy plot that doesn’t even really feel like part of the same show. The origin of Michiru and Nazuna’s beastman disease turns out to be experimental waste materials that somehow got mixed up with the hospital blood bags after their accident, and now the pharmaceudical head guy Alan is planning to recreate that mixture and, most likely, sell it as some kind of supersoldier serum to the military. All well and good, but there’s basically no intrigue to this plot. BNA’s appeal was in how it explored issues of identity, oppression and society, using its furry setting as a catch-all metaphor for whatever topic the writers wanted to tackle. None of that is present here. It’s just a very obvious villain scheme that plays out exactly as you expect it to with no real tension or deeper meaning. There’s nothing personal, nothing biting, nothing that feels like the writers really have something to say by going in this direction. And all the stuff that’s actually interesting- using migratory birds as an allegory for nomadic peoples struggling to adjust to modern immigration standards like borders and visas, Mayor Rose being a survivor of the Beastman Holocaust(tm) who got into science as a way of fighting back against the cruelties done to her people- are pushed to the sidelines where they can only do so much good.

In BNA’s defense, I think it’s trying to say something profound with the imagery of the Silver Wolf. This icon represents the hopes and dreams of all beastmen, shepherding them through dark times and guiding them to brighter pastures. Nazuna’s church might be a farce, but it’s undoubtedly giving the beastmen who follow it a sense of community and security they couldn’t get elsewhere. Plus, even if it’s not too much of a surprise when Shirou turns out to be the actual Silver Wolf- it is his name, after all- seeing him cut loose, howerer briefly, to take down a rampaging rhino monster was really fun. As is his backstory, which reveals he’s a thousand-year-old member of a long-dead tribe who gained immortality from the blood of his slaughtered kinsmen and became a protector of beastmen through the ages once revenge proved hollow. The flashback’s art style is particularly cool; it feels reminiscent of ancient cultures’ painting and pottery, like it’s an ancient Roman mural come to life. But I feel like I’m grasping at straws trying to figure out why the Silver Wolf matters so much to BNA’s story. Why put spend all this time building up complex commentary on race and identity and discrimination and then drop everything for a main plot about organized religion? Sure, religion’s an important part of any cultural narrative, but this doesn’t feel like it’s building off the themes and ideas BNA already established. It just feels like it’s working with a generic story template that could slot into any random show. Where it used to feel so inspired and unique, now it’s staring to feel tired, stale, and trite. And if I’m describing a Trigger show, of all things, as feeling stale, then you know something has gone terribly wrong.

In Search of a Friend

But there’s a bigger problem here, a problem that’s far more insurmountable than the plot losing its way. And that problem is Nazuna herself. Nazuna is the core of Michiru’s arc, the character who inspires the most change and introspection from the protagonist and defines her emotional journey... and I just don’t care about her. At all. Like I mentioned last post, BNA makes the same mistake with Nazuna that The Promised Neverland made with Norman in season 2. It air-drops a character into the plot who’s changed drastically from who they used to be, it only gives us the basest exposition for why they’ve changed, and then it doesn’t give us any tools to connect with that change on an emotional level. And at least with Norman, we actually knew him before his transformation into a genocide enthusiast, so we had some measuring stick to gague his evolution with. But I have no idea what Nazuna was like before she became a beastman and got inducted into this cult. Yeah, we get the surface-level understanding that Nazuna’s dream was to be an idol and acting as a religious leader is close enough for her to be okay with that, but who was Nazuna? Was she friendly? Distant? Ambitious? A slacker? Why was the time she and Michiru were friends so important to both of them? Why should we care that she’s no longer the Nazuna she used to be if we never even knew who that Nazuna was in the first place? You can’t mourn the loss of a person you’ve only met in disconnected, bite-sized flashbacks. But with Nazuna, that’s all we’re given.

The frustrating is, there are brief moments where it does kind of work. That one brief sequence of Nazuna and Michiru staring at each other’s reflections in the car windows, listening to the ED song they both loved back when they were human, has more character and emotional resonance than the entirety of their other interactions. In those maybe twenty seconds, you can feel what this relationship is supposed to be, how much it’s supposed to matter. But the song that means so much to Michiru and Nazuna just doesn’t carry that same weight to us. We haven’t listened to it with them. We haven’t seen them enjoying it beyond a three-second flash of memory. We have no context for all the feelings of love and friendship and trust that song represents to them. All we can do is take their word that it matters, without ever having the chance to feel it for ourselves. And absent that emotional connection, all we’re left with is yet more scenes of Nazuna condescending to Michiru and making you wonder what Michiru even sees in her in the first place. BNA doesn’t give you a chance to meet the Nazuna in Michiru’s past; it only lets you see the Nazuna of the present. And that Nazuna just isn’t a Nazuna worth caring about absent the context of what she left behind to reach this point. Akko and Diana, these two are not.

Odds and Ends

-”Why do you only see the negative side of things?” She’s got a point.

-”The bomb’s fake.” I... okay, I guess that’s fair. Aiming to scare, not harm.

-This episode feels kind of unfocused. Why was there a convenient second assassin to push the church’s favorability forward? What was the point of the first bird guy?

-Okay, the animation on this super-rhino is awesome. He feels so heavy and imposing.

-Fucking hell, this got nightmarish fast. He’s not even a rhino anymore he’s a One Punch Man baddie.

-”I must have decided that were were different, since he was a beastman and I was human.�� Oooof. Internalized hatred kicking in hard there.

-”You should eat.” Aaaaaw, he’s softening!

-”Do you like the Silver Wolf?” “Yes, I do.” Well, hello, subtext that will inevitably never blossom into actual text because the writers are cowards.

-Hey, kudos for not doing a “My clothes don’t turn invisible so I have to strip” gag. I appreciate that.

-See, it would’ve taken literally a half-second for Nazuna to say “Michiru, I’m okay” and clear up the misunderstanding before it came to blows. Unnecessary drama is unnecessary.

-Oh, huh, kudos to Alan for coming clean. He may be a villain, but he’s doing an excellent job being respectable about it.

-”Their mental entropy is reduced by solely focusing on god.” “Isn’t that just stress?” Lol, Alan’s giving this roundabout explanation and Michiru just cuts through the bullshit. Good for her.

-”Because you’re creepy.” Eeeeey, she listened!

Man, I hope the finale can turn thing around. See you next time for the end of Brand New Animal!

#anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #brand new animal #bna

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selenecrown · 4 years ago

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Extreme Bias Game Writing - Leona Kingscholar

I’ve seen a bunch of people do this type of thing where they do stuff with their OCs during EBG games, and thought I’d do so as well to pass to time! So, here! Have my TWST OC Quentin interacting with Leona. I was also going to do it with Adahy, but then I ran out of ideas. Was gonna post sooner, but I got busy. Sorry about that.

Quentin Nighty-Sallow wasn’t exactly one for sports.

Not that she couldn’t do it, unlike other certain Dorm Leaders she often worked with, but she didn’t specialize in it compared to other people she knew at Night Raven College. Sure, one of her husbands did has an interest in a certain sport that she got involved with due to her desire to support him in whatever way she could, but other than that, she had decent grades in Andalasia within the Physical Education classes.

But. . . Because of her homeland’s classes, she has capabilities that apparently above average in other countries.

And that means unwanted attention for Quentin. Most notably in the sports department, from Savanaclaw students because of that one time she passed Leona Kingscholar during their first year.

It wasn’t a hot or cold day, honestly it was more. . . slightly brisk. It was cloudy outside, but it wasn’t going to rain but it did give some nice shade outside. There also was a light breeze, which added to the brisk temperature.

For Quentin, on top of the weather, it was the perfect day to run since she was bored from her classes being completely introductory today and her needing to get the annoyance off her chest.

Wow. I wasn’t expecting them using the whole class time for introductions. The only Andalasian in the school grounds thought to herself, as she sighed in the stands of Night Raven College’s Coliseum. Well, it makes sense that we need it since we’re first years, but Magic, that was so long and boring. I’d rather sit through the entire lecture about the linage of the nobleman from Lady Ratched for a day.

“Sallow! You’re up!” The brunette gym teacher bellowed from his place in the stands, with other first years around her seeming relived it wasn’t them who was called.

“Yes Vargas sir!” She called back, and stood up from her spot in the stands within her classmates in 1-D, which was the class almost straight across from her teacher Aston Vargas.

And then, the whispers came back.

‘Ah! The Andalasian is gonna try to run the track!’

‘Really? Pfffft. He won’t make it that far. Look at him. He’s got nothing on him!’

‘You think he’ll make it without passing out?’

‘I bet 50 Madol not!’

‘He speaks so weird too. You think that’s his accent?’

‘No way. I bet he’s learning Common from hearing us. His accent must add to it.’

‘I’m actually kind of excited for this. He’s in my other classes and he looked so bored in the others classes and the teachers didn’t bat an eye at it. What a prick! This’ll teach him a lesson!’

Quentin simply walked up to the track and stood next to an Savanaclaw student. A lion beastman with dark brown hair and green eyes from what he looked like at Quentin’s quickly glance of him.

“So you’re the Andalasian?” The lion beastman simply chuckled as he scanned Quentin’s transformed body that she’d recently drank a potion to change to be more male looking. “You’re more pathetic-looking than I’d thought you’d be.”

“What of it?” Quentin simply answered, not even looking at the beastman and getting into her normal running position, which was her just pushing one of her feet back and arching her other leg forward and then tapping both of her feet on the track. Though, tapping her feet on the pavement on the track was more out of habit then anything else.

“I picture you much differently.” The Savanaclaw student smirked confidently as he crouched down to the ground in his running position without breaking eye contact with her, “I thought you’d have some meat on you. You’re so fucking skinny, it’s sad. Shit, you have an eating disorder?”

Ah. He’s one of those types of people-

Quentin was about to respond before she saw the instructor’s starter pistol being raised in the air, and after a few seconds of Quentin not answering him, the beastman seemed confused at first as to why he was being ignored until he saw the starter pistol about to be set off, and then he confidently smirked and looked ahead of him.

“Are you ready, skinny freshman?!” Vargas yelled as the starter pistol’s sound rang out into the air.

As soon as the puff of air sounded in the air, two freshman dashed in front of the frazzled other freshman that once stood at the same starting line as the two that took off.

One freshman was a Savanaclaw student that rushed ahead with the power of a panther and seemed to intimate the other students at the starting line with just his smug and confidant smirk, like he knew he’s going to wipe the floor with the other students despite the other student rushing past him as if he were walking.

While the other student of Ramshackle dorm at seemed purely focused on the task at hand, which gave her a look of pure confidence and slightly prideful look on her face like she was looking down on everyone else, when in reality she was trying to work through her anger from her classes in her head while running.

The Andalasian moved almost inhumanly to the others on the coliseum, even seeming to stun the instructor and the lion beastman for a few minutes, like she had managed to push the boundaries of the human body’s capabilities, as the the others in the area, she seemed to be moving just as fast as a beastman would be able to. She was leaving everyone else in the dust with her running, and was not slowing down any time soon.

The dark brown haired beastman seemed pretty amused by at the Ramshackle student’s running ability as he let out a loud laugh that seemed to scare some students as he seemed to be getting ready to sprint.

“Haha! Now, that!” the beastman once more confidently smirked. “Is what I’m talkin’ about.”

The sprint the beastman gave had a gust of air that caused some students to slow down their running to a jog, but it seemed to get him close enough to Quentin to talk.

“Well, count me impressed. I didn’t expect you to be a cheetah in a mouse’s clothing.” He laughed once more as the girl seemed to take notice of him.

“Ah, really?” She answered innocently, looking towards the lion beastman that now ran next to her left side.

“Certainly better than the herbivores over there.” the boy laughed as he ran. “They’re still behind us.”

The lion beastman motioned behind him, where there indeed was the other group of students a decent miles away. They didn’t even seem to be half of the way done while Quentin and the beastman certainly was almost to the three-fourths mark.

“Indeed.” Quentin said, as she looked behind her within even slowing down. “They’re much slower than I expected. I thought since Andalasia was old-fashioned compared to other countries I’d be the last one. It seems I overestimated some here.”

The Beastman snorted at that comment. “Cocky. I like you already. But you can’t beat me.”

“Oh, really now?” Quentin smirked as the two came closer to the finishing line, gaining some amusement from the beastman’s cockiness.

“I’ll race ya.”

“For what? You do not exact seem like one to do something without a reward.”

“Preceptive, aren’t you? The winner gets the other’s good stuff from their lunch.”

Quentin seemed to think on it a few seconds, and then simply sighed like she knew she wouldn’t win this argument. “Then, I accept.”

The beastman smirked at her accepting her challenge, and then sprinted ahead, then a few seconds followed by Quentin doing the same. The two freshman kept sprinting and sprinting until one of them crossed the finish line.

And the winner crossed the line with a surprised look on their face, as if they weren’t expecting this to happen.

Even to this day, three years later, Quentin Nighty-Sallow gets challenges from an assortment of people who thought they’d be the strongest in the school in the beat her. Though, it’s mostly Savanaclaw students who want to place Leona’s place, mostly under the guise of not wanting the rumor of somebody being above their dorm leader. It’s been a while since she got any other dorm on the account of beating Leona. Last time she got a student from another dorm. . . Wasn’t it from Octavinelle? Oh well. it was so long ago Quentin could barely remember.

Like challenging a person for a challenge three effing years ago will prove anything to anybody.

But, if it made them happy, Quentin guessed.

“Hey!” Someone called. “Ramshackle brat!”

Oh Mana. Not now with the Savanaclaw idiots. Please, for Magic’s sake, I’ve got a meeting with Crewel in ten minutes. Quentin thought angrily to herself, as she gripped at stack of papers she was holding to express her anger. He’ll give me more lab work if I’m late!

“Yes?” Quentin simply asked in her kind voice as she smiled, stopped and turned to the students who called her.

Huh. Only two this time.

“I heard recently you beat my dorm leader in a race.” One of the Savanaclaw students growled at her, Well, he did actually growl at her after he spoke. Not that good of a growl, but still good enough to get a message across. He was a dog beastman, from his physical features.

“Oh really?” Quentin asked, in her innocent tone. “You heard that old rumor?”

“Rumor?!” the other half-Beastman Savanaclaw student simply yelled. A half-horse beastman, from his looks. “We heard it from from forth year buddy! They saw the whole thing!”

“Really?” Quentin simply said, putting an arm on her hip. “Can you tell me who is the forth year who told you?”

The dog beastman made a ‘tch’ noise. “You sayin’ we’re lying?”

“No. I asked who told you the rumor. I want to know where they got the information from.” Quentin said simply.

“You’re really asking for a lesson, huh you stuck up brat?”

“Yeah, might as well teach them whose boss around here.” The other student finally spoke up as the two got closer to Quentin in an attempt to intimate her, which didn’t work that well since she stood where she was without fear. “Nobody messes with us.”

Great. They won’t listen to reason. Well, at least I’m outside the Greenhouse, or Crewel would’ve killed me for fighting in there.

“Oi. Whose being so noisy?” A voice from behind Quentin said that she recognized, and he did not seem particularly happy at the moment. “I just got up from a quick nap. What’re you all doing makin’ so much noise?”

“Dorm leader!” The Savanaclaw student’s face changed from anger to surprise when they saw Leona walk into the area. “But, Bucchi said-”

“Crewel got me up to go find Nighty-Sallow.” Leona simply said, as he walked up to Quentin and pat her on the shoulder. “He said something about teacher meeting he forgot about.”

Quentin then looked over to her fellow dorm leader with a look of shock, and then of understanding. “I see. Thank you for going through the trouble, Leona.” Quentin simply thanked the lion beastman, who smiled a smug smile in recognition.

Leona then turned to his fellow Savanaclaw students. “Move it you two. I gotta have a word with him about somethin’.”

“Yes Dorm Leader!” the two Savanaclaw student said, and quickly ran away, leaving the two dorm leader by themselves outside the large greenhouse.

After a few minutes of silence between the two as the watched the other two students leave, Quentin spoke up.

“So, do I owe you one for Crewel waking you up?” Quentin simply asked, turning her body fully towards Leona and holding the papers she had in both of her arms.

Leona closed his eyes for a few seconds, as if thinking. Then he showed a face of annoyance. “Yeah. He chewed me out really hard today on top of everything else.”

“Sorry about you dealing with that on my account. Anything in particular you want?” The Ramshackle dorm leader asked casually, as the sun started to go down.

“You to cook some meat for me.” The Savanaclaw dorm leader said, “Adahy’s cooking gets tiring after a while.”

“Ah, really? I thought you liked his cooking.” She teased.

“It gets tiring to eat after a while. Ruggie hasn’t wanted to cook much lately, either.” He sighed and rubbed his head out of habit.

“Any day in particular you want?”

“Today.”

“What?! So suddenly?!” The girl’s face seemed like she was pouting for a few seconds, and then she simply sighed. “Alright, fine. I do owe you one. But my juniors will come over too. I promised I’d teach Grim how to cook some tuna today.”

“Sure, sure. Just don’t blow up my dorm or you’re paying for it.”

“Yessir.”

#twst ebg #ebg #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc

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semi-imaginary-place · 4 years ago

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3.0

ah so that was hraesvelgr’s eye estinien skewered out of nidhogg’s head

neither Nidhogg nor Hraesvelgr mention any hyur, only elezen of al the races are specifically named, nor are any hyur present in the flashback, but that doesn’t mean no hyur ate Ratatoskr.

these are totally going to come back and bite us.

i knew the stuff estinien into nidhogg plan was a good one.

Let’s see if I have this, Archebishop dude is letting the rebel force run amok in the city to cultivate and increase the people’s fear of heretics and dragons, so that they are all the more desperate to be saved, and when the temple knight swoop in and rout the heretics there will be all the more impact. this better not lead to more primals.

estinien called me aibou and it was oddly touching.

ysayle’s a true idealist, she believes in a future of peace eventhough they have not known it for a millennia and many can not see beyond the war. Ysayle both has strong beliefs, and WILL act upon them to bring them into reality. (also side note her title in japanese is miko or priestess)

mmm themes of justice. Nidhogg’s long everlasting retribution so he would always have an enemy. what justifies violence? reminds me of that yoko taro interview about how he was inspired to make the drakengard and nier game after thinking about why people kill and how much violence exists in that space of suspension of disbelief for late 2000 dynasty warriors style games. To get some to engage in violence and murder, they don’t have to be insane, they just have to think they are right (justified even) in doing so. Ysayle has many lives on her hands from those she’s directly killed to those killed by her orders. Estinien has killed so many people that multiple characters are able to identify him by it. (vidofnir? a moogle? hraesvelgr? dont really remember). And no one seems to bat an eye at killing a “beastman”.

with dragon names the older dragons seem to have old norse? names, and the younger ones tend to get 2 syllable names like Om Kal (i made this up). we know the latter is the dragon language. estinien translated akh afah at one point but i forgot. so in universe why are the older dragons named thus?

So I got spoiled on what happens at the end of this little revolt going on in ishgard right now. I was thinking of stopping right before The Vault, but I have a terrible memory so if i do all the quests now, by the time i decide to do that dungeon I will have forgotten what it going on. But from now until after that, there are no new unlocks, so I though i might as well stop now so i can do the whole ishgard revolution thing in one go. i probably should have stopped one quest earlier but i wanted to get back to ishgard and not have to go back to zenith. Thus I shall now be procrastinating on doing the main quest until i either finish all the content available to me, or i get bored.

#ffxiv #3.0 #heavensward

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helboar · 6 years ago

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LFRP – Sulking Boar

The Basics ––– –

Age: Mid-late twenties.

Birthday: 30th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon.

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Grey-Ace.

Marital Status: Single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Brown-black, mid-back-length.

Eyes: Amber.

Height: 7′10″

Build: Fat, round, bulky in a soft way.

Distinguishing Marks: Heavy tattoo coverage across his back, parts of his chest, shoulders, and arms. Weathered blast patterns of scar tissue inside his palms, one worse than the other.

Common Accessories: Tusk and fang veneers. Rings that can serve as extra focii in a pinch.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Taxidermist, Reagent Supplier, Undertaker.

Hobbies: Pampering himself and his cat, studying biology and aetherology, trying new handicrafts, devising increasingly more avant garde taxidermy projects.

Languages: Fluent Eorzean and Amaljiic, passable Hingan.

Residence: Southern Thanalan.

Birthplace: Ul’dah.

Religion: Venerates Hydaelyn first and foremost, but follows the traditions of the Traders.

Patron Deity: Nald’thal.

Fears: Being used or manipulated outside of his knowledge, The Syndicate, dense crowds, chocobos.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Parents: His birth mother worked for Eshtaime’s as a lapidary, died young. His foster mother is an esteemed member of the Order of Nald’thal.

Siblings: None.

Other Relatives: None.

Pets: His cat, Iron Maiden, a little black shorthair.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Very rarely, but occasionally open to a little something to take the edge off. Drugs: Only of the medicinal or above sort. Alcohol: Good with a book or a meal, but not to be mixed too profusely with delicate work.

RP Hooks ––– –

Taxidermy... Half a hobby, half a business. Boar offers commissions. Common critters can be requested or even bought off the rack at any time, but anyone looking for something with more mystique will need to provide their own carcass. Non-traditional rogue works are also on the table. For example, Boar has produced several faux behemoth heads, a number of imaginary creatures frankensteined from multiple specimens, and lastly a variety of “functional” pieces of taxidermy such as elk head chandeliers and chocobo clawed arm chairs.

Reagent & Raw Material Supply... Namely organic ones cut from fauna both exotic and mundane. What isn’t utilized for his more artistic pursuits is carefully excised, packaged, and sold through the proper channels. Bone to jewelers. Meat to larders. Humors, glands, and organs to apothecaries. His provisions are known in Ul’dah for their freshness, owing to a special method of thaumaturgical preservation.

Embalming & Funerary Rites... A practice he's mostly moved on from since taking his leave of the Ossuary, but one he occasionally still provides out of sympathy. He can’t bear the sight of grieving mothers, brothers, and sons thinking their loved ones are bound for the hells just because they can’t afford the Ossuary’s staggering fees. That said, the rites aren’t entirely sentimental, as they do offer some protection from body-snatching voidsent, along with some of the phenomena that give rise to ashkin and soulkin.

Thaumaturgy at more reasonable rates than that wretched Arrzaneth Ossuary... With his other businesses keeping him busy and his life fairly stable, he prefers jobs that can be handled in-house. Appraisal of objects with unknown aetheric properties, purging aether-borne maladies, suppression of unwanted memories, thaumaturgical sleep aides — anything within a disciple of Thal’s regular duties. But, he can be coerced to take on more adventurous work for the right reward or intrigue. He’s a capable enough mage in combat, albeit an extremely cautious one.

When he absolutely must venture into danger, he prefers to have allies, whether they’re freelancers assigned to the same mission or help that he’s brought along himself. He can sometimes be found guarded by two helmeted figures with unusual, rotten aether. Another companion he has also at times been spotted with is a lizard-like beastman. Their smaller stature and truncated crest get them easily mistaken for a Mamool Ja, but to the eyes of someone more experienced with the tribes they are almost certainly an Amalj’aa.

He regards conjurers with a great deal of respect, though anyone with the ability to perceive the voices of the Elementals will also sense that they dislike him quite a bit.

He can sometimes be found in Hingashi enjoying the street fare even when he has no particular business there.

Possible past affiliations... If your character was a member of the Ossuary thirteen or more years ago, has spent time in an Ul’dahn prison, has taken refuge in Little Ala Mhigo, or has ever had reason to hire a young, up-and-coming pair of mercenaries, then it’s possible they’ve had some interaction with Sulking Boar before. This requires some OOC spitballing, but I’m generally pretty open to pre-established relationships! In the same vein, I’m also always looking for returning customers and business partners. If your character wouldn’t be interested in his wares, he has cut deals with hunters/adventurers in the past to provide him fresh game in exchange for a cut of the sales.

Contact Information ––– –

Timezone is US EST

I’m open to anything from SoL to heavy plot and/or from comedic all the way to grimdark themes. I’ll even do AU stuff if that’s your style.

Normally, I’m down for both in-game meet ups and discord threads, but lately both my schedule and energy levels have been rocky so I’d really prefer breaking the ice over discord for the time being. I’ll edit this line when that changes.

I play on Balmung but will gladly RP with characters from other servers.

Please send a DM if you want my #discord!

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