#like i’m tired of seeing white purple and pink being slapped on these characters

[erensmid]

for real

we're fucking quitting honkai in february bye

[ogravensimp]

azarath-survives!AU

AU where Azarath was never destroyed so Raven has been raised there all her life and becomes one of their top high priestesses. One day, Damian just happened to end up teleported there somehow after a particularly tough battle and falls in love with the cold but beautiful priestess who saved him

(I’ve had this AU in my head for a while and this is just a vague short as I figure how to make this a proper fanfic)

“Would you please stop following me, Mr.Wayne?”

“Would you please stop referring to me as ‘Mr.Wayne’? It’s Damian to you beloved.”

The teenage girl finally stopped her long strides and whipped her head around to face the boy behind her; her dark purple-tinted hair followed obediently in unison as she turned, before settling around her face like a picture frame. There was something about the way her dark hair contrasted with her smooth brownish-grey skin, making it appear even brighter like an ominous halo.

She was his enchantress, his Raven.

Damian watched her in slo-mo; observing all her movements so they can stay etched in his brain forever.

From the way, her violet eyes flickered with irritation and her dark eyebrows scrunched together delicately, to the way her darkish-pink, plump lips were curling up to scowl; all these things only fuelled his belief that she was an angel as for never in his life on earth had a beauty like this ever crossed his vision.

Despite how many times he was told: “no, he is not dead and this is not heaven.”, his mind just couldn’t compute it all. If he wasn’t in heaven how can they explain the marble roads they walked on or the golden buildings they so simply let him stay in? Damian was no peasant back on earth—not even close—but even he has never lay witness to a place as utopia like as “Azarath”; and to add a cherry to the cake, it was home to his future wife (even if she won’t admit it yet.)

“Mr.Wa-…Damian, how many times must I tell you? You must rest if you wish for your injuries to heal.”

She crossed her arms over her chest as she huffed and in that sole movement, she exposing the developed body of hers that was normally hidden by that godforsaken white fabric she always dawned.

In quick long strides, he stood before her, only inches between them. Damian took this as a good sign, a statuesque goddess like her would've probably shifted away from a lesser man that dared to invade her space so boldly but this proved that Damian was different. He was worthy.

She looked up at him sternly but he could detect hints of interest in those pools of perse. She was curious about him and for now, that was enough.

Tilting his head slightly he replied, "Why would I want to be healed? That means you would stop attending to me. Why would I ever want that to end hmm?"

He hummed slowly as he spoke, he was honestly far more interested in following the path his eyes made on her figure; from the slim of her waist to the slender neck and back all the way to the round of her hips. There was something so satisfying about her figure curve that he couldn't help but be drawn to it; though that doesn't me if he was presented with other dips and bumps of her body, he would be as equally as enthused to appraise them.

His reminiscing was not long cut short by the same person who haunted his desires.

Raven sighed.

Of all the men that Azar could've summoned to be helped by their holy temple, it had to be the devil himself.

Raven has never met a man like Damian Wayne...well she has not met that many men. She is self-aware enough to acknowledge that she is but a sheltered priestess, all she knows is her sutras and daily meditations and has spent her youth dedicating her mind and body to Azar. So when she feels those piercing virescent eyes hyper-focusing on her form in a similar nature a predator locks onto prey, she becomes at a loss on what to do.

"The quicker you heal the quicker we can send you back to your home, why must you be so stubborn? I am a priestess, not your personal healer, you must rehabilitate based on your own will," The words rolled off her tongue like gravel, she had said these words to this boy only Azar knows how many times, and has become quite tired of this daily speech, "Also, it is best to not stay here too long, I'm sure your family misses you and if you just followed the instructions I gave you-err..."

Her worlds came to a halt when she felt a rough thumb graze her lips.

In Azarath, physical contact is almost unheard of so her mind did not have the experience to compute what is happening, simply shutting down in panic. With her mind gone, all left was her heart which was running a mile a minute as the digit seemed to twiddle with the fat of her lips.

"Such soft lips yet your words cut deep, this is why you interest me so,", Raven felt overstimulated in all senses. As of now, all she could see, feel and sense was Damian; she was being muffled in him. She stood frozen as his hand trailed from her lips to her hair, watching silently as he took a tuft of her hair and kissed it as if it was precious silk, "you are but a walking contradiction.”

As he spoke into her hair, he looked up at her with that same piercing gaze that made her feel like she was a meal on a silver platter.

Hitching her breath, she didn’t respond; hoping to convey a reply through the trembling of her eyes.

Damian let out a small chuckle. He simply couldn’t hold it in; her eyes were so wide and pure that he accidentally made comparisons to her and a cornered stray cat.

Unfortunately, the moment he broke character, Raven reacted as if broken from hypnosis. The innocence in her eyes was immediately overshadowed by both anger and embarrassment.

She slapped his hand away and made a show of moving far away from his reach.

“May Azar be with, Mr.Wayne”

With that she turned around and continued on her past path like nothing had blocked her in the first place. All Damian could do now was quietly watch; her white cape for a single moment, resembled those of wings as she flew away from him.

‘Truly interesting.’ was his only thought.

There was just something fascinating about her innocent belief that there was a chance in hell that he was leaving this paradise without her in his arms.

Not even her Azar could stop him and his Raven will soon learn: There is no stronger force than a man in love

[tsuzuruchipalace]

rating mankai company based on character design

Note: I will take into account hair, color scheme, sprite poses, mostly outfits that are not from plays or scouts, and memorability. This is half an objective view and half my personal opinion.

Disclaimer: I curse a lot for comedic effort. I am mean because I am funny. No, you cannot disagree.

Spring 🌸

sakuya: you get what you see. a literal spring babey. his hair and color scheme’s a little generic, but he’s mankai’s poster boy, so that’s understandable. speaking of generic, his main pose is just this emoji 🧍‍♂️ his outfits tend to be kinda basic, but any outfit with a mostly pink top gets him bonus points. 6/10

masumi: okay his hair is elite. probably one of the most memorable character design aspects among the cast. his mole and eyes also make him very pretty. love my boy’s dark color scheme. unfortunately, points must be docked for baiting us with the emo fit, then as the story progresses, he starts dressing like the trust fund kid he is smh. 9/10

tsuzuru: i love you tsuzu but. my mans is so basic. if he didn’t have such a great personality, he’d be as bland as untoasted white bread. the saya of a3. his best design aspect is the fact that he doesn’t dye his roots. his outfits look comfy, but not necessarily eye-catching. 4/10

itaru: everyone who starts a3! with no knowledge of these characters has one (1) thought about itaru. sec sea man. so obviously there’s something appealing/good about his character design. i think part of the appeal is his fuck-all demeanor. obviously, his eyes and hairstyle are attractive, but the way the artists draw him gives him an air of not caring, which is also attractive in a way. his dyed tips are also nice. he looks kinda lame when he dresses professionally, but his casual outfits hit. especially the ones with light pink. 8/10

citron: although i’m not a big fan of the “character is foreign and therefore must talk and dress different and be funny” trope in these types of media, his fashion does make him stand out from the other characters who tend to have more basic clothes. citron’s summer, travel, and autumn outfits SLAP and anyone who says otherwise has bad taste. his hair and eyes are interesting, but his overall color scheme can be a bit repetitive. 7/10

chikage: i hate this guy’s fucking bowlcut. fucking salad bowl lookin ass. every outfit is the same turtleneck and sneakers in two alternate colors. his outfits are so plain. only thing i like is his casual outfit glasses. HOWEVER. that’s the point. he’s supposed to look boring and blend in because he’s a spy. it’s a smart design, i just don’t like it so im docking points. stay mad about it. 5/10

Summer ☀️

tenma: im yawning. you think tsuzu was boring? this guy has orange hair and i still find his design boring. that’s how you know he’s basic. he’s got generic messy shounen protag hair. he could be from any property. if i drew fanart of him, people would ask where he’s from. he either dresses like your slightly homophobic frat boy classmate or a grandfather who gets his shit stolen by the asshole kids next door. 2/10

yuki: he has the r a n g e. all of yuki’s casual outfits hit. they’re all different, but cute in their own way. to no one’s surprise, one of the best styled characters. though i like his general color scheme, i’m personally not the biggest fan of his hairstyle. it’s okay, but a little plain at times. but i think it suits him well. 7/10

muku: i love him. muku’s design is what i love about this game. you see him, and you immediately know what his character archtype is supposed to be. he’s the soft, cute boy. and if this was a mediocre series, that’d be all muku is. but since this is a3, he’s so much more than that. he’s smart, passionate, sensitive to others’ feelings, and protective. a3 does a great job designing characters that look exactly like their archtype, but having a much more developed personality than that. getting back to the actual subject at hand, i love his hairstyle and color, as well as his outfits. you can never go wrong with light pink hair. i may be biased but fuck you. 10/10

misumi: another great memorable design. his eye shape and hair style are really unique. his outfits also elevate his design. street fashion is always a plus for me. though sumi’s design is special in the world of a3! where most of the characters are just. guys. regular lookin dudes. i think that outside of the game, his design would not be as unique. 8/10

kazunari: personally, im a fan. maybe it’s cause i have an affinity for blonde anime boys. but his hairstyle is pretty unique and his trendy looks set him apart from most characters, even outside this game. and he has a pretty lovable expression in his sprites. his fatal flaw is that his fits are either a hit or miss. they’re either really cute or wtf. at least he’s memorable. 8/10

kumon: i love that he reminds me of an owl. his hair and eyes are very cute and his color scheme is great. and i think they did a great job making him look related to juza, but still very much his own character. but he dresses like your classmate from middle school that looks like a nike-sponsored highlighter. yeah, he’s the sporty one, and i like the windbreakers but... i cannot excuse his summer fit. also, i find his design a little tame compared to some of the other characters in the game. 6/10

Autumn 🍂

banri: i hate his hair. i hate it so much. i know in canon it’s nice and he takes good care of it, but it looks so fucking greasy. the style makes him look so greasy and it makes me mad. he looks like an asshole. i mean, he is, so it fits. if this dumb bitch changed his hair more often, i’d like his design so much more. you saw this coming; his love for cheetah print is fucking repulsive. BUT, maybe unpopular opinion, minus the animal print, his sense of fashion is not bad. why do yall clown on it. if the fit is fresh, the fit is fresh. anyway, he looks like an ass, but objectively his design is kinda eh. 5/10

juza: im sorry im DEADLY fucking biased when it comes to juza, but he’s so handsome. his hair is a such a rich, pretty shade of purple and his eyes are so mesmerizing. his hairstyle is so attractive. his face is so pretty. yeah his design isn’t crazy unique, but the simplicity just works. im so sorry im this man’s whore i didn’t choose this life... but i can stop being a simp for one second to say that he has a boring fashion sense. i mean it’s kinda hot how simple his outfits are but his travel fit is good-- wait a minute i just remembered the fucking sandals. docking one point. 9/10

taichi: okay shut the fuck up i LOVE taichi’s design. so eye-catching and fun. as i’ve said i love street fashion, and taichi’s lil e-boy fits are right up my alley. that shade of bright red goes so well with his fashion sense, making a really cohesive design. with his main outfit, you can tell he purposely dresses like that to be trendy and it’s so smart. 10/10

omi: im sorry omi stans but his design is kinda,, boring. i legit had such a hard time identifying him when i first got into this game. the scar saves it a bit. but... only a bit. he’s just got. hair. and a dad outfit. i mean his tits are huge, but i don’t think i can call that a character design aspect. kinda forgettable design. i don’t dislike it though, so he ranks higher than tenma did. 3/10

sakyo: im not sure why but i really like sakyo’s design?? the contrast of his light hair and his dark clothes is nice. also, megane rights. even when i thought he was an npc during my first playthrough, i really dug his design and thought he was memorable. i actually cannot pinpoint a reason why. i wish i had more constructive things to say... but upon thinking about it, he has a karen haircut, which kinda dampers my thoughts on his design. i like his moles, but i honestly did not notice them until the game pointed them out. 7/10

azami: azami has a damn good design. i don’t think anyone can deny that. the long hair, the contrast of black hair and bright blue eyes, his eye shape. all very eye-catching design aspects. and the street fashion style strikes again. the color scheme matches well with everything. this review is lame, but there’s really only good things i can say about his design so. 10/10

Winter ❄️

tsumugi: it’s so late and im so tired of looking at these sprites. anyway, tsumugi’s design is okay. i think his color scheme’s a bit limited and his outfits are a bit meh. he has a more respectable bowlcut than chikage, but it’s still a bowlcut and it’s still boring. i think the best part of his design is his eyes, they’re very soft and kind. but other than that, tsumugi looks pretty basic. 5/10

tasuku: tbh, i didn’t even realize that the godza member tasuku was the same character as the winter troupe guy in the game’s opening until the middle of episode 3... yeah. im slow. ooooooor... tasuku has the worst fucking design in the game. yeah i said it. come at me, but tasuku’s design fucking sucks. i literally thought he was a minor character until they forced me to realize he wasn’t. his fashion sense is... questionable at best. i look at that man’s hair and think he doesn’t shampoo. he looks so bland i could dry up from looking at him. im sorry but his tits do not make up for the sheer fucking snorefest of his character design. he’s so boring i won’t elaborate anymore. 1/10

hisoka: ya get what ya see part 2. i like that i can tell he’s the sleepy and mysterious character just by his design, but honestly, that’s a character trope im generally not a big fan of. so i wasn’t thrilled by hisoka’s design at first. but it’s effective. i like the hairstyle with the white hair, but i’m not too fond of his color scheme. his outfits look comfy and soft though. it makes sense, but it’s nothing too memorable if you compare him to characters outside the game. 5/10.

homare: ah, now this is a memorable character design. his hairstyle annoyed me in the beginning, but now i love it. it’s so unique and fun. and i like the purple. i also like his outfits. very classy. but honestly, most of his charisma lies in his face. i think that the pure eccentricity of the hairstyle is enough to put him in the top tier without considering any other element. you really could not find this design in any other media. fuck it. i don’t need to consider anything else. 9/10

azuma: i’ll be honest. im not a fan of long-haired anime men. especially the pretty, flirty types. i don’t know, i just don’t vibe with them. originally, i didn’t like azuma’s design, but now i do. i don’t know how, but i think it’s because azuma is just that powerful. his ponytail makes it more bearable for me and i like the way his bangs frame his face. he just has pretty eyes and face. unfortunately his color scheme is a little too repetitive for me and his casual outfits are a little boring. 6/10

guy: maybe it’s because he looks dead inside, but i love him. i don’t even know this character that well yet, but i think his deadass expression is great. the darker under-eyeline sets him apart from the other characters and i love how he dresses. i think his hair is kinda eh. i personally like it, but objectively, it’s meh. it’s a solid design, but ngl it’s nothing special when i really think about it. 6/10

[dumb-hat]

Character Sheet - Evander Winsome

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Name: Evander Winsome Age: 26 Pronouns: He/him Birthdate: 12th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

~~PLACE OF ORIGIN~~ Race: Hyur From the First: Interracial heritage:

Hometown/city: Limsa Lominsa Current residence/popular haunt:Ul’dah

~~APPEARANCE~~

Eyes: brown | blue | green | gold | red | purple | multicoloured | other (amber) Hair: brunette | black | blonde | red (ginger or crimson?) | grey/white (aged or natural?) | multicoloured | none | other (…) Hair type: straight | curly | ringlets | wavy | wiry | frizzy | voluminous | thin | other (unruly) Hair style: A shaggy mop deeply in need of a trim, permanent hat hair. (It’s Aymeric hair. I can’t imagine he’ll ever wear the outfit, but the hair was worth it!) Body type: beefy | curvaceous | fat | lean | muscular | petite | skinny | stocky | other (…) Height: short | tall | specific measurement (5′9) Skin: ashen | caucasian | dark | fair | freckled | olive | tanned | other Facial features: birthmark | beard (stubble) | face paint | fur | scales | scars | tattoos | other (…) Body features: birthmark | beard | ears (anything unique about them) | face paint | fur | missing limb/s | scales | scars | tail | tattoos | other (…)

Favourite/commonly used clothes:

~~SKILLS~~ DoL/DoH Botanist | Fisher | Miner | Alchemist | Armorer | Blacksmith | Carpenter | Culinarian | Goldsmith | Leatherworker | Weaver fun | profit | self-sustainability

~~COMBAT~~ Main discipline Gladiator/Paladin | Marauder/Warrior | Dark Knight | Gunbreaker | Astrologian | Conjurer/White Mage | Arcanist/Scholar/Summoner | Thaumaturge/Black Mage | Blue Mage | Red Mage | Pugilist/Monk | Lancer/Dragoon | Rogue/Ninja | Samurai | Archer/Bard | Machinist | Dancer

Secondary/Tertiary/Extra Classes Gladiator/Paladin | Marauder/Warrior | Dark Knight | Gunbreaker | Astrologian | Conjurer/White Mage | Arcanist/Scholar/Summoner | Thaumaturge/Black Mage | Blue Mage | Red Mage | Pugilist/Monk | Lancer/Dragoon | Rogue/Ninja | Samurai | Archer/Bard | Machinist | Dancer

Fighting style aggressive | cautious | hard-and-fast | tactical | defensive | protective | all out | wait-and-see | charge in headlong | reckless | self-sacrificing | party-oriented | loner |

Any difficulties with magical/physical disciplines? Nothing in particular

~~PERSONALITY TRAITS~~ abrasive | abusive | accepting | aggressive | analytical | anxious | arrogant | assertive | brave | bossy | calm | caring | cautious | cheerful | chronic liar | confident | controlling | cowardly | creative/inventive | cunning | curious | determined | disinterested | envious | fearless | frosty | frugal | generous | greedy | gullible | honest | humorous | impatient | impulsive | indifferent | insecure | intelligent | irresponsible | jealous | just | kind | loyal | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | meek | modest | money-driven | naïve | narcissistic | oblivious | overbearing | patient | passive | perceptive | possessive | prickly | quiet | relaxed | religious | sarcastic | secretive | self-assured | self-conscious | self-deprecating | selfish | selfless | spiritual | strict | stubborn | tired | thoughtful | unpredictable | virtuous | vocal | wary | wise | other

~~LIKES~~ Environment: forest | city streets | markets | the beach | open sea/on the water | mountains | jungle | battlefield | being at home | surrounded by books | other (…) Weather: wind | snow | rain | sunshine | storms | cloudy days Flavors: sweet | salty | sour | bitter | spicy | tart | gamey | spiced | fruity | nutty | leafy greens | other Textures: silk | velvet | cotton | metal | leather | water | spongy | dry granules (sand, sugar, etc) | other (…) Favorite Dish: Dzo steak & popotoes (small, seasoned and baked ones are best, but he won’t turn away mashed or fried) Favorite Color: Whites, browns, grays Favorite Sound: Soft, quiet breaths; glasses tinking together, machinery clicking into place Favorite Smell: Juniper, jasmine, iris; citrus and sandalwood, hard liquor Favorite Place: Anywhere he can find a good drink and great company Favorite Holiday: the Moonfire Faire Other: Evander likes free-spirited people, people who know how to relax, people who aren’t afraid to call him out on his shit, but also aren’t too eager to do so

~~DISLIKES~~ Environment: forest | city streets | markets | the beach | open sea/on the water | mountains | jungle | battlefield | being at home | surrounded by books | other (…) Weather: wind | snow | rain | sunshine | storms | cloudy days Flavors: sweet | salty | sour | bitter | spicy | tart | gamey | spiced | fruity | nutty | leafy greens | other Textures: silk | velvet | cotton | metal | leather | water | spongy | dry granules (sand, sugar, etc) | other (sticky) Least Favorite Dish: Emerald soup, lutefisk. In general, he shies away from things that are really bitter or cloyingly sweet. Least Favorite Color: Really, really, really bright greens, yellows and pinks. Think neon.  Least Favorite Sound: Pained screams, metal grinding against metal Least Favorite Smell: Blood, rot, vomit Least Favorite Place: Jail Least Favorite Holiday: Starlight Other: He has a general disdain for nobility, law enforcement and people who take everything too seriously.

~~HOBBIES~~ art (what medium/s?) | adventuring | cooking | fighting/sparring | finance | gardening | golden saucer attractions (Lord of Verminion, chocobo racing, Doman mahjong, triple triad) | hiking | hunting (game or hunt marks) | lacks hobbies | music | physical sports | reading (almost anything he can get his hands on, though he regards romance novels as a kind of quiet, not-quite-guilty pleasure) | running | scrapbooking | sewing/knitting/other needlework | sightseeing | socializing | swimming | training | writing | other (…)

~~RELATIONSHIPS~~ Parents/Legal Guardian/Parental Figure: mother | father | aunt and/or uncle | grandparents | adoptive | foster | mentor | family friend/godparents | other Siblings: One older brother; deceased Children: None that he knows of Romantic: single | unrequited | crushing | dating | engaged | married | divorced/separated | widow/widower | recently split | it’s complicated (I mean, not to him. To him, it makes total sense. Well, most of it does.) | other (…) Friends: Evander tends to befriend and trust people fairly easily, though it can take him a bit to really open up. Once you’ve hit that point, you’ve likely got a friend for life. Rivals/Enemies: To the best of his knowledge, he’s left these all behind somewhere or other, thanks largely to his restless need to wander. That said, there’s surely a few lurking in the past and there’s always room for more, of course!

Any special gestures of affection they have with people in their life? He’ll often make complaining noises about paying for drinks and dinner, but he’ll do it every time and would be slightly hurt if people didn’t let him.

~~HAVE DEALT WITH/IS DEALING WITH~~ abuse (ongoing or recovering, verbal or physical) | acceptance | a new relationship (unlikely friendship, step-sibling/parent, etc) | a new romance | betrayal | broken heart | budgeting | bullying | caution | confidence | crisis of faith | depression | grief | health issues | how to trust | learning from a mistake (as in “doesn’t enough) | loss | love | new people | new place | opening up to someone/others | parenthood | physical changes (loss of a limb or other sense, inability to do things previously able to) | politics | PTSD | poverty | racism | reconciling previously held beliefs | responsibility | sacrifice (self or of another) | self-acceptance | self-esteem | to value myself | to value others | trauma (medical, mental, emotional) | war | wealth | other (…)

How are they dealing with the most prominent of the above? How does it affect their in day-to-day life, if at all? Poorly, typically.

~~ODDS AND ENDS~~ Notable Weapons He doesn’t have any particular bond with any of his weapons, really. He sees them as tools, and ones that he uses only reluctantly. He sometimes enjoys tinkering with the ones he builds, but that’s more of a hobby than anything. 

Notable Mounts He has various vehicles and machines he likes to fuss over and drive around, but he’s particularly fond of his SDS Fenrir.

In addition to his chocobo—a particularly stubborn beast named Doreen—he’s also fond of his battlesheep, Doctor One and a colossal crab he’s dubbed St. Barnabus.

Notable Minion/s Besides Doctor One and St. Barnabas, Evander is especially fond of various clockworks, automata, wind-ups and models that he’s put together. His favorite is a drone modeled after a Magitek bit that he’s named Valencia.

Keepsakes/Mementos

A pendant in the shape of a swan, a few too many flasks

Chronic Illnesses or Disabilities Evander lives with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. I’ve written about it a few places, most notably at length here and in brief here. How do they deal with these? Depends on the day, really. This isn’t really a thing he has a name for, so it’s not a thing he can easily address. He’s got a sloppily slapped together set coping mechanisms that work about half the time, if he’s lucky. Other than that, he mostly hopes for good days full of things he can convince himself he’s interested in.

Education Level He likes it when people underestimate him, so he’s not always quick to admit to the formal Ishgardian education afforded to him by the family that took him in when he left Limsa Lominsa. He’ll often try to pass it off as eclectic, self-driven studies... Which, admittedly, also played a big part in shaping him. 

Habits There’s a lot of excess in his life. He drinks too much. He eats too much. He stays up too late, too long, and then sleeps too late, too long. He’s almost always got a flask or four on his person, and he often finds that he’s picking up the dinner or drink tab wherever he goes. 

Other Nothing immediately springs to mind, but I’m sure there’s like a dozen things I should put here. This thing has been sitting in my drafts for god-knows-how-long, so I’m just glad to finally get it out there. 

[mariisseething]

Analyzing Hero Costumes: Girls of Class 1-A

My obsession has spiraled out of control. Let me roast analyze these babes. I’m dumb. I’m tired. I’m gay. Let’s do this.

Warning: I’m a cynical, lazy-ass critic with no consistent taste. Don’t expect a fair analysis.

(This is just for fun, please don’t get mad at me for being an undereducated weeb! I went into writing this with only the knowledge I’ve obtained through watching the show and reading the manga. I don’t know everything about the costumes, and I don’t want to either)!

Ashido Mina (Pinky)

Babe, imma be frank here.

I love her, but—

that shit ugly.

Funcionality: Mina’s quirk (Acid) comes from her hands and feet. If I remember correctly, she has passages in her shoes that her...foot..acid.....can pass through, and her hands are fully exposed. So her costume is “practical”, and works with her quirk.

Design: As I said before, that shit ugly. The body suit has the worst pattern and color combination I’ve ever seen. (Like if Sully from Monster’s Inc. was turned into a cow and hated it). Her tiddies should be popping out any second now, which isn’t great. Her weird armpit vest with it’s stupid fluffy collar is quite reminiscent of Hawks’ jacket, which leads me to believe that their costumes were made by the same designer. (Many of the designers in the BNHA universe put calling-cards in their costumes). Her white mask is pointless, but at least it matches the fluff on her collar. Her boots, though they have a purpose, are ugly as sin. The pale yellow doesn’t match any other piece in the ensemble, and the Dabi-scar colored purple makes me sad. Hate that.

Total Score: 2/10

Her costume does almost nothing to enhance her quirk, and it’s hideous. The only reason it got two points was because of the shoe holes, and the possibility that it’s connected to my boy Hawks.

Seriously, this is some Seasame Street lookin-ass bullshit.

No hate on Mina, she’s lovely, but her taste is atrocious. (see: her bedroom).

Asui Tsuyu (Froppy)

Okay, okay bitch I see you.

I’m here for this.

Funcionality: Tsu’s quirk (Frog) requires a decent amount of flexibility from clothing. Spandex works for that I guess. Normally, I would automatically fail this costume for having goddamn toe “socks”, but for Tsuyu they’re nessecary. Having her individual toes chiseled out helps her grip onto shit when she’s kicking ass. It looks like her gloves are attached to her body suit, which is rad, but I’m not sure what the purpose of that waist belt-thing is. If anything, the chunky pieces of her costume would make it harder for her to swim. I also have no fucking clue what that head piece is. I once thought they were like binoculars or something, but she’s never put them on her face so...they wouldn’t fit....on her face..huh.....I’m so stupid bro.

Design: Lets start with a positive, the color scheme slaps. Everything goes together, and the dark green even matches her hair. The bodysuit has a cool structure, and I can definitely appreciate the slight turtleneck and boot-esq feature; however, the chunky wrist pieces, belt, neck/chest-thing, and head piece confuse me. I guess they’re there for fashion, gutter fashion. Shitty crap face fashion. Ugly butthole fashion. FILTH! I need to calm down holy shit—

Total Score: 6/10

The look honestly only lost points for the random ass statement pieces. Water terrains are Tsuyu’s specialty, and a clunky outfit would certainly slow her down underwater.

The toe shit, turtleneck, thigh-high “boots”, and color scheme are pretty dope though.

(Also, she only has three toes but frogs have four).

(My Hero Academia: Cancelled).

Hagakure Toru (Invisible Girl)

So, here’s the real question.

Is she naked?

Short answer: I dunno.

Funcionality: So she’s invisible, right? A good costume would emphasize that. I can only assume she wears the boots and gloves for comfort and so her allies can see where she is. If she wants to go full invisible, she just has to take them off. At one point, it was confirmed that she was topless during the sports festival, but we’ve had no further updates on her costume. A few people have theorized that her costume is made of her hair (assuming she has hair). We know that this is possible, as Mirio’s costume is made of his hair so he can remain clothed while his quirk is activated. The only issue would be making an outfit out of something you can’t see. If I were Toru, I would choose to fight nude because, I-uh...hmm, I-I can do what I want SHUT UP!

Design: There’s not much to critique here. The shade of blue on her gloves is cute, and the pink stripes don’t make much of an impact. The shoes are just about the most boring thing I’ve ever seen, like why are they beige??? What are they supposed to match? I just—ugh, beige??? What the fuck Horikoshi...smh.

Total Score: 5/10

Since we don’t know if the “hair-costume” thing is canon, I can’t rate it any higher. If that is true, it would be an 7/10. The outfit does its job, but I’m bored and beige sucks.

(Btw I don’t trust her...)

(Sketchy chick right here).

(Sketchy chick with some ugly-ass beige shoes).

Jirou Kyouka (Earphone Jack)

Aww.

She’s cute!

Look at her little face, d’awwwweeeeee!

Funcionality: The lovely Kyouka’s quirk (Earphone Jack), makes absolutely no sense to me. Like, I get that she can hear better and can eavesdrop really well, but how does she...make loud noises??? With the speakers??? Plugging earbuds into a speaker doesn’t make............noise, and the speakers aren’t part of her body. Whatever, back to the analysis. The speakers on her hands and calves amplify sound somehow, and her earlobes are exposed. It’s works.

Design: The speaker boots are basic, but acceptable. She’s got some comfy looking black pants, and a trendy salmon-colored top. Her jacket is iconic, and she’s wearing a choker. (+1,000,000 points for that). The white gloves don’t match shit, but they’re fingerless so I’ll let it slide. Her headphones almost match....meh. I don’t care. (+10 for the face paint).

Total Score: 8/10

Listen, I’d give her a 10 but this costume just isn’t....gimmicky, enough for me? She’s a superhero for fucksake! Now’s the time to dress your goddamn best! The look is practical, and seems to be her taste, I just disagree with her choices. Sue me. I’d either wanna fight in the wackiest most dangerous getup you’ve ever seen, or completely naked. Either way, I’m getting arrested. Jirou needs to get on my fucking level.

Uraraka Ochaco (Uravity)

I don’t know boys,

it seems like she might be...

round.

Fuck sharp angles!

Funcionality: Ochaco’s quirk (Zero Gravity) only requires her hands to work. More specifically, her fingertips. Uh, yeah those are some nude fingertips. *Ahem* moving on. Actually wait, since she often uses her quirk on herself it would be helpful for her to eliminate as much extra weight as possible, so I’m hoping that all of the accessories are hollow. They better be, or I’m gonna start throwing hands with Kohei Horikoshi.

Design: When Ochaco first got her hero costume she was surprised by how tight it was, even saying that it wasn’t supposed to be that tight. Bitch, how could it have been loose? I don’t...fuck it. I like the colors, I like the boots a lot actually, but who cares about that, I wanna talk about her fucking chastity belt. Who she keepin out? (Jesus Christ she’s a child, tone it down Mari). Do you think it’s comfortable to walk around with a chunk of plastic on your crotch?! I don’t know, seriously, is it? Maybe she’s trying to hide something...a hip dip perhaps?! Jk hip dips are stupid, that’s how bones work, don’t be ashamed. Her wrist...spheres... have handles on them, no comment, and whereas I usually LOVE chokers—that one is stupid and I hate it. Curvy little shit.

Total Score: 8/10

I like it overall, but some things are just too strange to overlook. (i.e. the chastity belt, wrist cuff handles, and the ugly choker). This costume doesn’t really scream Uraraka to me either. It’s a bit unoriginal to me.

I just don’t love it.

(Why are her fists clenched? Is she trying to fight? I could snap her like the twig she is and steal her girlfriend).

(Assuming she has one).

Yaoyorozu Momo (Creati)

Oohooohohohoho

hooohohoho

hoooooo mAN do I have some WORDS for this one!

Funcionality: Momo’s quirk (Creation) does require quite a bit of skin to be exposed, but I’m not sure why that skin HAS to be her boobs. She’s got thighs, a stomach, a back, an upper chest, and arms. Why do her Russian nesting dolls have to come out of her tiddies??? Okay, actually, she doesn’t make that many things with her tits. So....why’re they out? This costume definitely lets her quirk run wild, maybe too much.

Design: The red is pretty, and I can tolerate the sandy yellow. Her shoes are unimportant, so let’s just gloss over those. Now, WHAT is that thing? A makeshift, tan colored, plastic tube mini...skirt? I know she has a shelf on her ass that she carries books on, but doesn’t she have a cellphone? Google? Can’t she just remember the molecular make-up of a cannon? (Because she only makes cannons now for some reason). Have we ever even seen her reading those books? Can she read? A large portion of her midsection/chest is exposed up to another one of those weird chest pieces and a neck jacket. Maybe she should cut the neck coat off and glue it to her tiddies.

Total Score: 1/10

Listen, Horikoshi clearly understands what Momo’s costume needs, but he has no idea how to make that. This outfit IS inappropriate, no matter how you look at it. She’s a minor, and I don’t like the idea that she’s running around 75% naked. The only part of this that I like is the shade of red. That’s not good.

I really like Momo, she’s a good character, it’s unfortunate that we have to sexualize her so much. Can’t girls just be smart without also being eye candy for creepy 30 year old weebs?

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That’s it for this analysis. I plan on posting more stuff like this since I enjoy writing it so much! You should totally follow me so you don’t miss my future ramblings! 💖

Unless you hated it.

I wouldn’t blame you.

[neko-kaiyo]

Snowgirl (Newsies OC Week 2019 #1)

Ummm, okay so I don’t actually write a whole lot, but yeah anyways, I’m using my OC Yoko, originally she a mistwolf and usually magical, but that does not apply and Kitsune was her sister, they come from a family of assassins who immigrated from Japan to New York, they were called the Hoshi Clan, and they were found out and any and all children or ones who were considered children were thrown into the refuge and treated horribly. Kitsune caught the flu and never recovered, she died in Yoko’s arms. Yoko was released a few days later. So that’s some background. Anyway, enjoy my shitty angst.

(also italics are character thoughts~)

Snowgirl

TW; Near Death, Hypothermia, Cursing(?) Mentioned Death of a Sibling, Someone gets punched in the face (non-graphic), some slightly suicidal thoughts (implied and vaguely said)

Yoko’s first winter since being released from the refuge wasn’t pleasant.

Everything ached, her bones, her head and her heart. Not only would this be her first winter out of the refuge, but this would also be her first winter without her sister, Kitsune. 

She had spent nearly her entire life in the refuge for something her family did, she had nowhere to go since everyone she loved was now in the dirt. Yoko shivered as the bitter wind slashed through her threadbare clothes, she was wandering the streets aimlessly. Eventually, she drifted into an alleyway, seeking shelter from the angry wind biting at her.

Maybe… she thought If I have no one… will it be okay if I go? Yoko looked up to the stars for an answer, finding them half-hidden by the evening light.

Her feet carried her down the alley and back finding the darkness in the shadows all too familiar and entrapping. Her heart was a weight in her chest, hopelessness fogged her soul.

She wandered. And wandered.

And finally… she gave up.

The snow was almost plush but still stiff and sharp under her collapsed body. Yoko knew she most likely was developing hypothermia and must’ve had frostbite on every bit of herself. Well, it was a little more than likely, the tips of her fingers were both white and blue, she figured the rest of her hand and arm was the same. And yet she still couldn’t muster up the determination or will to live. The strength to stand and move. Soon enough the ability to stay awake would be taken from her as well. 

The realization hit her that tonight she may die, but maybe she’d see Kitsune. Right, Stars? I know I came from somewhere bad, but I’ll still be able to see her once more…? The tears slipped past from her eyes, she thought her tear ducts would be too frozen to do that, but warm salty tears trailed down her face and she cried, not for the life she’d be losing but for the unknown. Crying made her tired, despite the creeping frost.

Soon… just a little bit longer before I can sleep...

At least… that’s what she thought.

Once again Jack had to go out and drag Race back into the warmth of the lodging house before he decided to take a hike over to Brooklyn. “It’s poker night!” or “I gotta bet on the races while I still can!” would be the idiot’s excuse, when everyone knew he wanted to see his lover, the one and only king of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon. 

“Racetrack Higgins, you’ve reached a peak of stupidity!” Jack exclaimed, nearly facepalming.

Said blond protested indignantly (even though Jack was somewhat correct). “Me? Noooo.” Race drawled sarcastically, then added in a deadpan. “Besides, wanting to see my boyfriend is stupid?” 

“No, hiking across the bridge from Manhattan to Brooklyn in several feet of snow is.” 

Race nodded slowly to Jack’s point. “Fair enough.”

Just as Jack was about to launch into something that may have been grumbling about the cold (and Race’s idiocy) he paused hearing something.

“Lose brain function?” Race asked. Jack sent him an unamused glare and shushed him.

He could hear labored, uneven breathing and crying. From his experience, that was never good. Jack glanced at Race momentarily before they set off toward the sound.

What they found was, to say the least; Frightening.

A young girl was lying half-buried in the snow, the light fall of snowflakes making piles as she made no move to brush them away. Her wild mess of golden curls was splayed out around her head like a halo framing her icy blue skin. She had the most vivid viridian green eyes that would sparkle in sunlight but were dull behind her fluttering eyelids.

“Dio mio.. (oh my god)” Race breathed, concerned for the snowgirl.

“Jesus, she’s gonna freeze! We’ve gotta get her to the Lodge!” Jack yelled, already pulling off his rather sad excuse for a jacket and scooping the girl into his arms, cradling her close to his chest, hopefully providing some form of heat. He used the jacket to shield her from the wind and onslaught of snow. 

Race ran ahead of Jack to give Mush a heads up that they practically had a human icicle. Meanwhile, the girl had started to murmur incoherently and was teetering on the edge of consciousness, Jack had heard that you needed people like this to stay awake, so he talked to her, telling, almost pleading for her to stay awake. So many kids would freeze to death on the streets, just falling asleep in an alley or on a doorstep and just never waking up again. And this girl wouldn’t be one of those kids if Jack had any say in it.

The minute Jack entered the lodge, girl in his arms, she was placed on a bunk and wrapped with as many blankets as they could spare (Jack was unwillingly trapped in the blanket burrito, but skin to skin contact would help so he dealt with it). Mush rubbed warmth back into the girl’s arms and neck and chest.

Little by little the color returned to the girl, a slight blush filled her cheeks from either the cold or heat and there was no purple in her lips anymore, only a soft pink. But… The girl didn’t wake up that night.

No one knew who she was but Jack and Race and others who had done time in that prison mislabeled “The Refuge”, saw the signs.

A group of newsies had convened in a conversation about “snowgirl” as Race and Romeo had dubbed her since no one knew her name. 

“Maybe she came from the refuge?” Jack wondered aloud.

Racer nodded grimly. “She got the scars for it..”

“That terrible..” Elmer murmured, looking back sadly at snowgirl (the nickname caught on). Crutchie nodded in agreement.

Romeo copied Elmer. “She’s pretty.”

“Romeo!” several of them groaned or chided, slapping him with their caps.

Eventually, they dispersed into their own bunks to settle in for the night. Mush and Jack took the responsibility of checking her throughout the night. There wasn’t much of a change other than a steady rise in her temperature.

Snowgirl was still unconscious by the time the morning bell rang and everyone started their day and got ready to carry the banner. Jack, being the leader and “responsible one” (for the most part) stayed back to look after her in case she woke up.

A few hours of the day passed. Jack came and went to check up on her, and at some point settled at her bedside to draw (Sante Fe and Crutchie). Movement startled him back to the real world and he saw the most vivid shade of green. Viridian.

The waking up and coming too was a bit chaotic, nothing that Jack couldn’t handle (he had no handle on the situation but somehow he made it through with only one punch in the face from a terrified girl).

Thankfully he got her to talk a bit. She told her story in bits and pieces, Jack understood that she’d need time to trust, but he welcomed her to a place where lost people could find a loving home with some minorly crazy brothers and sisters. 

As it turned out snowgirl had a name. Her name was Yoko. She was strange and it took a long time for her to open up, but she grew to love everyone, she was happier than she could ever believe. Some days she wished to meet Kitsune again, but that could wait, she hoped Kitsune wouldn’t mind waiting. Yoko talked to the stars every chance she got, she thanked them for looking after her sister and thanked them for leading her to the newsies. 

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[manawhaat]

Waimea pt. 5

Title: Waimea Pt.5

Characters: Reader x Dean, John, Cas, Sam, Meg, Jo, Gadreel.

Summary:  The North Shore of Oahu was where you found him, Waimea and the Winchesters offering you a new kind of home.

Warnings: Fluff, beach vibes, pregnant!reader. Kinda John centric? (idk if that’s a warning but there it is)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This series has definitely gotten away from me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Picks up where part 4 left off. This whole AU is for my baby @sebbytrash. Thank you @mrswhozeewhatsis for the beta. Thank you for reading, and if you like it please let me know :) Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

John’s welcome was warm and nothing but love and happiness radiated between the two of you as he held you in his arms. When he finally pulled away, you had tears on your cheeks, and the other three men chuckled as you wiped them away with a roll of your eyes. “It’s not nice to make pregnant women cry, John,” you scolded with a smile.

“Well, I ain’t all nice,” he grumbled. Ducking his head and cupping your chin to make sure your tears were all gone. John hummed when you gleamed up at him. “There’s that smile!” He hooked his arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling Dean into his other side to do the same. “Let’s go home.”

Your hand remained in Dean’s the entire way home, and the guys unloaded your bags and helped you into the house before the three of them jumped back into John’s truck and left you and Dean to get settled.

When they’d gone, Dean pulled you into his arms and asked, “You wanna take a nap? Get a little rest?”

You sighed and relaxed into his hold. “I’m tired, but not sleepy.” The few boxes of stuff you’d sent over were piled in the corner of the cozy living room, and you pulled yourself from his arms to examine them.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Dean scolded with a smile. “No unpacking. Just relaxing… I’m not supposed to say anything, but everyone’s got a special welcome home dinner planned later, so we’ve got, eh, a little over three hours to kill, and I’ll be damned if you’re gonna spend any of it unpacking.”

“A welcome home dinner?”

The look of pure joy and delight on your face had Dean stifling a chuckle. “All for you...so no unpacking. What else do you wanna do?”

A grin curled your lips as you tugged him closer by the hem of his shirt. “Well…,” you drawled, “there are a couple of things I can think of to kill some time.” Your hands crawled up his chest, one stopping at his broad shoulder, the other pushing into his hair.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, letting you pull him in to lay a teasing kiss to his lips. “What kind of things?”

Dean’s arms wrapped around you, resting on your ass, squeezing just light enough to have you pushing yourself against him. “You know… things....” You smirked, licking at his smiling lips.

The kiss Dean pressed to your lips instantly made you dizzy and drunk, his low purr making you break from his lips to literally swoon out loud. He laughed and trailed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and over your chest before nosing into your hair and just holding you.

“C’mon,” he urged after a moment of being still.

Dean took your hand and led you out to the front porch, across the street and down the beach right to the water’s edge. He stopped and plopped his ass in the sand, watching as you dropped his hand and walked until the water lapped at your toes.

The ocean tickled your feet, the glittering surface dazzling you all over again. It was where this life had started, and you pressed an earnest kiss to your fingertips before bending over with the deepest love and appreciation in your heart to let the gentle waves take the gratitude from your skin.

Dean watched in awe. He’d only ever seen such grace and humbleness in his father’s relationship with the ocean. These waters were John’s saving grace, and he’d never thought on it long enough to even consider that they were yours, too.

The two of you sat together on the beach, breathing in the salt air with Dean’s lips in your hair and hands linked with yours atop your belly. It was all so surreal. You couldn't believe you were here… couldn’t believe how much this paradise just fit.

When the sun finally started to sink, you retreated to the house, showering and getting ready for the night to come.

You and Dean drove in the Impala, much to his delight after being parted from her for so long. Her purr and Dean’s warm hand placed on your thigh kept you safe and relaxed as you drove through the moody island twilight. The restaurant was nestled down a lonely strip of road guarded against busy tourists by tall palms and shrubs that Dean told you were actually pineapple bushes. Twinkling lights dangling from the trees glistened against the sky fogged with the ocean’s salty breath.

When Dean put the car in park beside Cas’ truck, the blue-eyed man hopped off the tailgate and came to open your door for you. He greeted you with a hand to help you out of the car and that all too charming smile.

After shutting the door behind you, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You look gorgeous, Y/n.” His eyes told no lie, and he quickly turned to the cab of his truck, reaching into the passenger’s side window to retrieve a beautiful hibiscus flower.

“Here, this is for you,” he said, placing it behind your ear. When he pulled back to examine you, he smiled with such admiration that you shot forward and threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Castiel. For everything.”

He smiled into your neck and hugged you tighter.

“Ahem,” Dean cleared his throat, a smug grin on his lips as you and his best friend broke apart. “And where’s my flower?”

“Oh, it’s around here, somewhere….”

Cas falsely searched for one before pulling his hand from his back pocket to flip Dean off. The three of you broke into laughter and he hooked his arm around Dean’s shoulder, then grabbed your hand to lead you toward the entrance.

True to Dean’s word, everyone was there.

Meg, Jo, and Gadreel all shouted and rushed to your side as soon as their eyes had landed on your swollen belly. The three of them nearly tackled you, and you laughed with them as they fawned over your baby bump and congratulated you on the baby and engagement.

When they’d given you enough space to breathe, Sam’s long arms surrounded you, and you smiled at Dean over his shoulder. Even at 23, Sammy would always be the little brother you never had.

John greeted you with a hug and gently held you back as everyone started following the hostess.

“I see you’ve already got one, but this is for you.”

When he drew back, your eyes went to the lei he held in his hands. Gorgeous red, white, pink, and purple flowers were strung together, the petals soft beneath your fingertips as you let out a breath.

“John….” The sentence you started went forgotten when he grinned down at you, shooting you a wink that had you both chuckling as you ducked your head and let him place the flowers around your neck.

“Perfect,” he said with a smile, leading you to the table and the rest of your group.  

The place was right on the beach and they’d requested the best table with a breathtaking view of the water. Everyone was all eyes and smiles and congratulations and embarrassingly loud speeches announced to the rest of the establishment as your new family welcomed you home.

When everyone had full bellies, the lot of you set off down the shoreline, walking slow and happy under the night sky. It was a perfect glimpse at what life would be like here on the island, and you stopped, Dean’s hand tugging almost out of yours before he stopped, too.

The group kept going and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting your toes squish between the wet sand, cool water lapping at your ankles. Dean’s body pressed gently against yours, and without needing to open your eyes, your lips found his in a soft kiss.

“I love you, Y/n Y/l.”

You sighed, completely content, and only blinked your eyes open to see the stars in his gleaming eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Hey, lovebirds,” John called, approaching from the pack. “The girls are all headin’ home but the guys are talkin’ about takin’ you down to The Family Business for some drinks, Dean.”

Dean looked between his father and you, shaking his head. “Uhh, nah. I think I’m good.”

“No, Dean. Go,” you urged. “Go hang out with your guys. Have a drink or two for me.”

“It’s not like she’s going anywhere. She’ll still be here when you get home.” John winked, and the three of you smiled, knowing that you were finally there to stay. “C’mon, kid. I’ll take her from here and make sure she gets home safe. Get outta here.”

You smiled up at Dean when he looked back down at you, pushing your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull. He grinned, broad and wide, all teeth and crow’s feet. “I’ll be home later. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Dean gave you a quick kiss and you playfully slapped his ass as he started walking away, John’s deep chuckle in your ear as you walked to his side.

“The Family Business is this brewery at a locals-only spot. Run by a nice couple, Jensen and Danneel, and her brother, Gino. The guys come around the shop and hang out with Sam and Dean from time to time. Jo and Danni are pretty close- she introduced Jo to Gad a couple of years back. The guys started brewing in their garage and it just kinda grew from there. Home brewed beer, a place for the kids to hang out during the weekdays, live music on the weekends, food trucks across the street. It’s a nice spot. I’m sure once your kid’s old enough, you’ll be there all the time.”

“I don’t know. It all sounds really nice, but I don’t wanna think too far ahead. I just wanna focus on this, for now.” You smiled, hands falling to your belly as you walked with John.

“That’s good, sweetheart.” His arm fell over and around your shoulders, your bodies moving together as he dropped a kiss to your crown. “It goes by too fast. Just breathe it all in while you can.”

“I know. I’m trying. It’s just… a lot happening really fast.”

“You having second thoughts about any of it?” Your synced steps stopped as John continued, stopping and turning back to look at you. “You know, even if you are, you can talk to me, honey. I don’t want you feeling like you can’t.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. I don’t regret it… I just, I’m having a little trouble finding my footing, ya know?”

John walked closer and hooked his arm over your shoulder, holding you to his side and leading the two of you until your pace matched his again. “You belong here, Y/n,” John said, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

“How are you so sure?” John side-eyed you at your question. “I mean, of course, I belong here. I know that, now, but how are you so sure? You say it like it’s the truest thing you know, John.”

“Because it is,” he answered. “I saw you on the beach the day we met. I saw you before you got in the water, and I just knew that you were someone special... You were drawn to me, right?”

You nodded in slight surprise. “Yeah, I was. I watched you on those waves and just- I wanted to be as free as you looked out there. Watching you on the water drew me out there. Then when I saw Dean….”

“He saw you, too, sweetheart,” John smiled proudly, “told me that he couldn’t take his eyes off you when he spotted you on the water. I knew when I saw you that you were special, and then you and Dean met, and then the next day at the competition and the bonfire... I just knew. Aloha aku no, aloha mai no.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, ‘I give my love to you, and you give your love to me.’ When Dean told me about the flower, that was the first thing that came to mind.”

“What flower?”

“The flower you had in your hair at the bonfire. The one that Sam told you to wear.…” As your brain caught up, John’s smile grew.

“The white hibiscus is a flower that symbolizes love and joy here on the island. Women used to wear them to tell if they were taken or single. It’s a tradition for women to wear them on special occasions, and that was kind of your first date with Dean, right?”

You smiled as he continued. “I knew how Dean felt about you already, so I told Sam to tell you to wear it. You know that phrase, ‘if you love something, let it go’-” you nodded- “well, aloha aku no, aloha mai no is one of the first local phrases I started using when we got here. My boys needed to know that I loved them, and that was my way of saying it. But it’s similar, that phrase- it’s like a call and answer.”

As you stood there, John reached to your hair, gently plucking the flower Cas had given you from behind your ear.

“This one is a symbol of rare beauty. Of purity and love and friendship,” he explained, and all you could do was smile at the thought of Castiel’s warm gesture.

Taking a step toward the water, John continued. “When Dean took the flower from your hair and gave it to the ocean, he was telling you he loved you- he was letting you go, setting you free.” He placed the flower atop the surface, retreating to your side as you both watched the gentle waves pull the hibiscus out to sea. “But when the ocean gave it back later that night, the water was telling him that you loved him, too.”

As you took in John’s words and replayed every event, your mouth opened and shut. “But- I.…” Whatever words you could have mustered fell short as you stared at John, then out at the ocean under the stars and moon. That ocean, the same one you fell in love with, the one that brought you here, it was your home just as much as Dean was.

John smiled and gently knocked his shoulder into yours. “And that is how I know that you belong here, Y/n.”

[ilovemygaydad]

Dance, Dance

Part Four: Black-And-White Ball

Based off this post that you really need to read for context!

Pairings: Analogical and Royality (past sleeplogical)

Characters: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Sleep/Remy, Deceit/Dominic, October/Toby, September/Ember

Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, sexual humor, crude comments, bullying, making out, abusive deceit, mentions of vomiting (just one word), step parents, food mentions, anxiety, and possibly something else

A/N: if you asked to be tagged last time... i don’t remember who you were... sorry... also, trying to avoid the new tumblr rules suck

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Logan sighed as he leaned back in his chair. Being at this school dance just reminded him of why he absolutely hated being around people. During the ten minutes that he’d been sitting at his table, he’d already heard three fights break out over people wearing the same dresses, someone be called a slut because they were smiling at someone else’s boyfriend, and about three dozen rumors that Logan Parker was at the dance somewhere. Well, shocker, Logan was there. He just didn’t care much for the frivolous socializing, especially since people would just flip out when they found out that the guy who was flirting with them was Logan fucking Parker. But it was fun being famous, right?

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he heard a familiar voice from behind. “Oh, is that Logan? That’s him--no, wait… It’s not.”

Ember.

“Yeah, of course not!” And Toby? Logan brought his hand to his face to check that his mask was secure. “Logan can dance, so if we see a man who can dance, that’ll be it.”

“Well,” Remy drawled. His voice felt so close to Logan that the dancer shivered. “Tell me when you find him, okay?”

“Remy! Uh, hey! We were just looking for you!” Toby’s voice shook slightly as he regarded the alpha friend.

“...Right.”

Without trying to bring much attention to himself, Logan stood up and walked over to Roman, who was standing by the snacks.

“Lo, my best friend, the sorcerer to my prince, why did you tell me that this was a costume party?” Roman was dressed like an angel. Huge, white wings were strapped to his back with a matching white mask on his face.

“Aw, come on. You look great, Roman.”

The angel pouted. “None of the guys take me seriously like this! How am I supposed to find a dashing prince when I look like this?”

“I’m sure that you’ll find someone who thinks you look cute.”

“Yeah, well, whatever.” Roman looked as though he was going to continue for a moment, but his eyes fixed on a point over Logan’s shoulder. “Looks like I’m not the only one who didn’t get the memo…”

Logan turned around and saw two people descending the staircase into the ballroom. One was dressed in a flowy white satin dress that sparkled blue and pink in the light, and the other had on a deep purple dress with plaid patches and purple lace sleeves. The one in white had a white, lacy mask that matched his dress, but his friend’s was plain black. Logan couldn’t take his eyes off of the one in purple.

He was beautiful.

“Patton,” Virgil whispered harshly. “Everyone is staring at us!”

“Yeah, and it’s because we look beautiful!”

Virgil caught Patton’s elbow. “We should go. People are going to figure out that it’s us, and they already make fun of me for being trans and you for wearing all those colors. I don’t want to be the laughing stock of the whole school, Pat.”

“We won’t be.” Patton smiled gently. “It’ll all be okay.”

All Virgil did was grumble and to go down the stairs. He made a bee-line to the food table, desperate for something to soothe his nerves a bit. He bit into a brownie and turned--

“Hey!”

Virgil had no idea who this guy was. He was tall with brown hair, but most of his face was hidden behind a silver mask. There was no way to identify him, especially due to his plain suit. Panicking, Virgil turned to Patton and nodded towards the tall boy.

“Talk to him!” Patton mouthed. And then he walked away. Great.

“Um, hey…?” Virgil greeted the boy awkwardly. “Do you, um, want something to drink?” The boy held up his cup of water and swished it a bit. “Oh, um…”

Patton stepped around Virgil and the boy who took interest in him to talk to the guy dressed as an angel. He’d seen him while he was on the stairs, and he had immediately wanted to know more about him.

“Are you supposed to be some sort of angel?” Patton internally slapped himself for asking a stupid, snarky question to someone who he found cute.

“Yes! Thank you for taking notice of my fantastic costume, my prince.” Angel boy bowed deeply.

Patton smirked; he could play this flirting game. “Well, it certainly is… something.”

“Come, now! I’m trying to woo you here. What will it take for me to win over the heart of such a handsome knight as yourself? Oh! Would it help if I said that I’m best friend’s with Logan Parker?”

“Is that supposed to impress me?” Patton mentally cheered himself on for keeping his tone flat and unimpressed.

“Well, yes… However, I think that I have another trick up my sleeve.” In one fluid motion, angel boy dipped Patton. It was an absolute miracle that Patton’s white masked covered the blush that was spreading on his face. Angel boy gracefully stood them back up. “So…?”

“I suppose that I can let it slide,” Patton sighed jokingly. “Wanna dance?”

A loud surge of bass at the end of the song playing drowned out mystery boy’s voice, and Virgil had no idea what he was trying to say.

“What?”

He said something else, still unheard.

“Did you say that you want to--”

“Do you want to dance?” The boy shouted as soon as the song ended. He winced at how loud his own voice was, but still extended a hand to Virgil.

Virgil squinted at him. “You do realize that I’m a guy, right?”

The boh laughed gently. “Well, I would hope you were a guy because I’m not looking to dance with any girls.”

“Oh… Then, yeah. I’ll dance with you.” He smirked and started to walk over to the DJ. “If you can keep up, of course.” When he got to the DJ station, he handed over his iPod and gave directions on which track to play. Just before it started, he raced back over to his partner.

For once, Virgil was glad that he’d been taught the following position in dances. He was smoothly able to dance with mystery boy, and he even added his own flare. It felt like they were on fire as the dance floor traveled beneath their feet with fluidity. Virgil did a few tricks that were moreso show than practical, but mystery boy followed without slipping up once. His partner spun him out, allowing him to do a few more spins on the floor, and the light fabric of his dress puffed out as--

“Stop!”

Something slippery wedged its way under Virgil’s shoes, and his feet slipped out from under him. Without any grace, he hit the floor in a heap. Black and white M&Ms were rolling all over the floor. He shouldn’t have come. He never should have fucking come to this stupid dance.

“Hey, oh my god, I’m so sorry. Here--” The mystery boy was standing over him with his hand out to help Virgil up. Begrudgingly, he took it and allowed himself to be heaved off of the ground. They stared at each other for what felt like too long, but the boy spoke up again. “You were… You were incredible out there.” The boy took off his mask.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Virgil had been dancing with Logan Parker. The Logan Parker.

A heavy hand on his shoulder pulled him from the moment. Patton whispered in his ear, “Virge, we’ve gotta go.”

Virgil glanced up at the clock, which read eleven forty-five.

Shit.

Oh, shit!

No. Nonononono--

“Sorry, I’m late!” Virgil rushed, pushing Logan away. He ran over to the DJ and pulled his iPod out of the speaker without even asking. As he was rushing over to the stairs, he instinctively tried to put it back in his pocket, but he forgot that he didn’t have his sweatshirt on, and he’d let go before he realized. The clattering of his iPod--the only source of calm at home--on the dance floor made him cringe, but there wasn’t any time to stop. He had to get home, and he didn’t even have the time to do that.

When he reached the top of the stairs with Patton, he turned back to have one last look at the ball. Logan was holding his iPod, staring up at him as he left. Virgil turned and ran from the venue.

“Patton, come on! I have to get home!”

“I’m going as fast as I can without getting a ticket, Virge!” Patton switched gears, but a huge clanking sound reverberated through the van.

“No! That wasn’t--”

The van slowed while Patton pulled up to the curb. “I’m so sorry. The check engine light wasn’t even on!”

“Shit. Fuck, Patton, I’ve gotta go.” Virgil flung himself out of the car, ditching his shoes and mask inside, and began to sprint home. He was only a few streets over, and it wouldn’t take him more than a few minutes to get there, but he knew that Dominic would have his head if he found out about this whole situation.

Just as Virgil ran into the driveway, he saw the headlights of Dominic’s limo turn the corner. A distressed noise escaped from his throat as he rushed inside. Thomas, Joan, and Talyn were coming down the stairs with their cleaning supplies, and they greeted Virgil as he entered.

“No! Guys, he’s right outside. Go!” They sprinted up the stairs and into Dominic’s room. Dominic’s loud, drunk rambling floated upstairs at the same moment that Virgil shut the door behind them. He ushered his new friends into Dominic’s bathroom, knowing full well that Dominic wouldn’t be going in there for a while. The violent panic in Virgil almost went away until he realized that he was still in his dress. Internally screaming at himself, he threw on the nearest robe and flung himself on the bed.

The bedroom door swung open, and a drunken Dominic stumbled inside. He sat down next to Virgil, swaying just slightly. “Well, you certainly did it.” He paused. “You like my after party? It’s a real rager!” Pause. “Oh, who am I kidding? I’m a Mr. Not-So-Popular just like you!” Pause. “I am just so tired.” Dominic suddenly slumped onto Virgil’s lap, completely out cold, and fell to the floor. Virgil took this opportunity to rush over to the bathroom and let Thomas, Joan, and Talyn out. He silently thanked them for their help as he ushered them downstairs and outside.

As soon as they had driven away, Virgil made his way to his own bedroom to undress and process everything. Less than an hour earlier, he had been dancing with Logan Parker. The same Logan that he’d secretly been crushing on since well before he’d been a pop star. And, fuck, Virgil wanted that so badly, but… it had no chance of happening. People like Logan didn’t end up with people like Virgil. That just wasn’t how the world worked.

With a sigh, Virgil slipped on some pajamas and passed out on his bed.

Part Five

[testosteronetuesdays]

one from every category for whoever you like: 3, 26, 50, 72, 89

oh boy. 

idk who you are but you took the bait and now i’m NEVER gonna shut up

3 What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

oh this is going to be fun as most of my characters don’t use their actual name to avoid the government 

Nox

her name is the same as the roman goddess for night she doesn't have any nicknames yet other then Nox. unfortunately I haven’t figured out what her given name is yet lol

Bai

her name means white. cause she’s albino. ha.ha. i’m so original 🙃 her nickname is little boy blue or lbb on missions or fancy pants when out and about

NotBa

his name means not your dad. :^) his real name is Ezichiel.

Massa

her name is the same as the location for the first Mosque in Africa with the last 2 letters dropped. Her given name is Yusra which means ease or comfort

Hansen

his name means son of Hans. his nickname is Diao which can mean a lot of different things, cool guy, artful, bird of pray.... dick. oh Diao... the twins may have given you this name but that doesn't mean its free of malice...

The Twins

Bigs and Lil’ both are nicknames made up by Bigs about who’s the older sister. (hint: it’s not Bigs) their actual names are Lilly or Baihe (Lil’) and Camillia or Chahua (Bigs)

Alma

her name means kind soul or little girl. she has no nicknames. too pure too good. can’t go on recon missions I love her.

Pegan

their name means that they are a godless heathen just the way they were meant to be. that is their name now. fuck you if you want to change that.

Glitch

see Pegan

Camp

see Glitch

26  Are they aware of their flaws?

Nox

unfortunately no which really stresses her out 

Bai

Nope. sister is clueless but when she does become aware she works her best to correct them

NotBa

He’s painfully aware. it’s killed people in the past.

Massa

she is mostly unaware of her flaws and often thinks she is peak person but if Nox ever actually gets out of her own head to point them out she’d start working on them in a heartbeat

Hansen

surprisingly yes. does he know how to solve the issue ? no. is he stuck in a screaming loop of self hatred over this ? who knows. he’s not gonna tell you.

The Twins

acutely, they are both kids still and haven’t had much time to self reflect but i’d say they are both well on their way to being the most well rounded individuals

Alma

she is perfect. what are you saying ? 

Pegan

yep. that’s why they need others around to balance it all out.

Glitch

see Pegan.

Camp

see Glitch.

50 How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing? 

Nox

Nox wears an interesting assortment of shitty clothes you could probably find at hot topic in the scene section but only if you excavated it from a 100 year old dumpster and then hit it with your car. she loves wearing yellow but needs to wear darker colors to sneaky better. she’s a thief at heart and half her clothes are either cut up with a knife to help with the summer heat or stitched together to help with the windy winters

she’d describe her style as one that gets the job done. 

Bai

Bai wears a sort of neo-ming dynasty style. A lot of the clothing is very flowy and reminiscent of one of the last great chinese empires back when their culture was “without corruption”. a political fashion that evolved from Beijing specifically to raise national pride post war as part of their cultural growth efforts. her favorite colours are soft blues accented with purples.

she would describe her style as elegant and modest.

NotBa

NotBa wears patched up clothes, often pieces of his old peace corps uniform that are well worn and soft he has a sweater that he absolutely loves to death. Cable knit and comfortable as all hell. he’s almost always wearing his Kippa and tzitzit. his favorite colours are dark green and cream colours

he would say his style is a reminder to him about his past and his promises for the future. except his sweater. he fuckin loves that sweater

Massa

Massa wears clothes that are more so something you might find in the 90′s dull pinks, blues and purples accented with her turquoise scarf that she pulls up for prayer. she often wears pull over fleecy sweaters with a zipper that ends around her chest. you know the one.

She would describe her style as functional but colorful

Hansen

Hansen wears yoga capris he stitched pockets on to create cargos. that’s all you need to know about him. he is horrible and every day I have to spend thinking about him is a day robbed from me.

He would say he has the best style. functional, comfortable and unique.

The Twins

Bigs wears a worn out backwards baseball cap (cause she is a cool 90′s kid and a little bby buch lesbian) almost always while rocking that good old blue rainboots, shorts, sweater combo. Lil’ has a hair clip with a plastic flower on it (again think 90s for these kids) she at least tucks her zip off cargo pants into her pink rainboots but makes up for her common sense by leaving her coat tied around her waist almost always so she’s running around in a tank top all the time. Bigs loves wearing blues and darker colours while Lil’ loves pinks and softer colours.

they would both say their styles suit them just fine and if you have anything to say about it they don’t care.

Alma

Alma loves flowy skirts and stripes, she often wears a striped long sleeved shirt paired with a tea length skirt and work boots. she often wears thermal leggings to fight off the cold because of this but she doesn't care. she feels cute. she loves to wear soft and light greens and darker colors or black. a pencil is almost always tucked into her braids and if she hasn’t already added pockets to her outfit she’s wearing her pocket belt. made from an old army jacket.

She would discribe her style as not very practical but pretty.

Pegan

Pegan learned how to sew as a child and oh my god. you can tell. think punk queer trash meets high fashion but make it functional. They love to take formal wear rip it apart and add fishnets or a tear away skirt or just mix men's and women's fasion. They are a drag performer after all. Pegan also wears heavy heavy makeup most of the time to help fool the facial recognition technology littered throughout the city.

They would discribe their style as incredibly practical and calculated. Everything they wear has a reason

Glitch

Glitch wears a lot of black accented with neon blues. Think scene but also hacker geek chic and you have glitch. Zei also have to make a lot of zeir clothes comfortable to wear while using a chair and Pegan is usually more then happy to help.

Zei would discribe zeir style as being very fasion and not to much function. Zei are all about the aesthetics

Camp

Camp wears a lot of loose clothing especially pants but prefers a tighter shirt. turtle necks are also a big thing in his wardrobe even if it's a sleeveless one.

He has no idea how to discribe his style he's blind. Comfortable for him and it makes all the wrong people uncomfortable which is just a bonus to him.

72 would they rather have stability or comfort?

Oh fuck

Nox

For her it's the same thing. To be stable is to be comfortable

Bai

Comfort. She's stupid rich. She dosen't know what instability is.

NotBa

Comfort. Stability can follow but he just wants to rest. This man is so. Fucking. Tired.

Massa

Stability. See Nox.

Hansen

Comfort. He has had one of the more stable up bringings having been with Notba the longest and would like to feel some of that sweet sweet comfort.

The Twins

Stability. They are the newest to the haven and are still getting used to it all

Alma

Comfort. See Hansen.

Pegan

To be comfortable is to be stable. They are one in the same.

Glitch

Comfort. For glitch having all their acess needs met with less work would be much more welcome then stability any day.

Camp

Stability. He had some of the most unstable upbringings you can imagine. He'd like to feel what it's like to have both feet on solid ground for once.

89 what is their dnd alignment?

Ok now I KNOW who sent this...

Nox

True neutral I'd say. She's ok with doing stuff with the law if it fits her situation but she has 0 issues breaking it too. Has no strong feelings about the government as she dosen't really have time to think about it. She just needs to survive.

Bai

Chaotic good. This girl grew up sheltered but then someone pegan told her what crime was and she has never looked back she goes hard for the resistance and gives no shits that they were resisting her like 3 minutes ago. Fuck the system.

NotBa

Lawful good. This man. He is so tired. He will turn a blind eye to your crimes and pretend he has no idea what is going on but you can not pay him to commit a crime. Lit.er.ally.

Massa

Chaotic nuteral. She does what will benefit her the most while causing a little chaos along the way. As a treat.

Hansen

Lawful neutral. He does what will benefit him and his family and will do so in a way that causes the least amount of trouble.

The Twins

Chaotic good. These girls know what is UP. They hate the government. They want it to go DOWN they will break every law they can on the way to doing it.

Alma

Lawful neutral. She can not legally commit a crime except existing I guess but she has no strong feelings either way about the government. Mainly because she spends almost all of her time in the haven

Pegan

Chaotic good. You can fit so many felonies into this bad them. *slaps ass like a car hood* Pegan helps lead the resistance. They love crimes and being a criminal. Everything they do is a crime. Their clothes? Stolen. The money they have? It's from sex work. The bagel they are eating? Made in an illigal bakery that follows religious laws which are illigal with the money that they got from doing illigal things. Gay rights !

Glitch

Neutral good. Won't go out of zir way to commit a crime and prefers to play it by the book but also fuck the government you feel ?

Camp

Lawful neutral. If pressed will commit a crime but frankly it makes him anxious and he would really rather stay home and make soup.

[save-the-spiral]

The Fool’s Errand Carried On Our Shoulders (Part Three, Final Part)

Part One Part Two Character Creation Tag Writing Tag

Haley didn’t know, she didn’t know how this could happen. She’s sorry. Sososososo sorry. 

Haley’s sorry, Noah. 

This is the final part of the Character Creation AU. At least 1000 words. 

“Wh-Where am I?” Haley’s voice was too loud, she winced and covered her own ears.

She was lying down on what looked like a private room in the healer’s clinic, a small building by the library. There was even a privacy screen to her side. But she was- She was at Cyclops Lane last, right? She was…

Haley sat up, and smacked her head on something rather hard. She groaned, her hand covering her head as she leaned back. She looked up, and saw the glint of the light on whatever she hit her head on. She was in a glass container of some sort. Her hands pushed all around her, and it appeared she had half a glass tube, sitting flush to the plain wood of the bed.

She knocked rather hard against it, only to get a sharp shock across her knuckles.

Swearing, she put her hand to her mouth. That really hurt.

“Ah, Miss Raintamer, it appears that you are awake.”

Haley looked around, only to see one man.

“Ambrose?! What did you do to me?!” She slapped her hands against the glass barrier.

The headmaster glared, and her hands were shocked rather badly, twitching as she reflexively brought them back to her chest.

“I’m afraid you’ve done this to yourself, child.” He hobbled around her with the assistance of his staff, scanning her shrewdly. “It’s a shame, you had quite the magical talent. Your brother did as well.”

Haley’s eyes widened, but then twisted her face into a scowl. “What did you do to Noah?”

He laughed, the sound a far cry from his usual grandfatherly amusement. “Don’t worry, dear. Your brother is alive and well. For now, at least.” He waved a hand, and the privacy screen that was at Haley’s side fell, revealing a similar bed/tube thing, like what Haley was in.

“Noah!”

There he was, her twin. They had the same dirty blonde hair, same freckles. They were even both pushing six feet. She would’ve been looking at a mirror image if he had longer hair, and if she had a flatter chest.

He was completely passed out, his chest moving slowly. Apparently he had been taken in his sleep, as he was in a too-large blue shirt and yellow pajama bottoms. She felt relief at the evidence that he was alive, but was struck by anger yet again.

“He’s not involved in this. Let. Him. Go.” Her glare was sharp, her brown eyes like hardened amber.

“You were going to bring him your so called evidence, were you not? Besides, if you went missing mysteriously, he would have been the only one looking for you.” He smiled, as if he was expecting people to laugh. As if it was all a joke.

It hurt, but it was true. Haley wasn’t one for friends, used to having her brother to rely on.

“Just-Just let us both go. I won’t tell anyone- I-I promise. You said it yourself, who else am I going to tell? It’s not like Noah- It’s not like he has anyone besides me… He won’t tell either. He won’t- I won’t- please.”

Haley Raintamer isn’t one for manners. But no one should hurt her baby brother. He doesn’t deserve anything else, after all the shit he’s already gone through.

“If you were not prepared for the outcome of getting caught for your actions, of having consequences, then you should not have done it in the first place, Miss Raintamer. You see, no one steals from me. No one lies to me. And no one, no one lives to tell the tale after they do either.”

Her face fell, all airs of defiance gone. “I-I… please don’t hurt him. Please don’t…” She shook her head, tears falling.

“I’m afraid all chances for his survival are far gone. You need to be taught a lesson, child.” The headmaster waved his hand, and the glass container vanished.

Gasping for air, Noah sat up, only to be pushed down by the headmaster’s wrinkled hand. Instantly, Noah’s eyes were open, the same orange-brown of Haley’s eyes wide and fearful.

“Please-” His voice cracked painfully, “Who-What- Let me go!” He squirmed, struggling against the hand holding him down. He hated when people touch him.

Haley was sobbing quietly now, like a full glass being shaken, water coming out in large splashes.

“Haley?! Haley, help!” His voice kept cracking. “HALEY!”

“What is with you insolent children and speaking out of turn?” The headmaster waved a hand, and Noah was silent. Still talking frantically, but silent. His chest heaved.

“Now, I do believe we should get down to business.” Merle smiled grimly. Noah was no longer panicking, the fear sinking in until he was just staring at the headmaster with complete terror.

Then the headmaster brought out the two wooden constructs, both wearing exact replicas of their outfits.

Haley had seen them before. In pictures and sketches, diagrams for the old man’s dark rituals. It was all hidden in that book, his dirty secrets.

“No.” It felt like all the air had left her body, oh gods she couldn’t breathe- “No no no NO!” She slammed her shoulder against the glass, lightning crackling around in the glass, white hot against her skin. She felt the burns, but kept lashing out. “NO! PLEASE! PLEASE NO! NOT MY BROTHER!” She was blinded by tears, and dimly she heard thunder boom outside. “NO!”

Noah was crying too, silent and shaking and everything was shaking.

Haley kept screaming because oh gods, it’s her fault, her brother is going to die because of her- no… he wasn’t going to die, but it’s worse than death.

She watched as his back arched, and a bright yellow human-like form crawled out from him, faceless. Blue tinged it at the edges.

Haley slammed against the glass harder. The evil man took his soul from his body, his magic. The shaking stopped, and Noah was just lying there, eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling and so vacant and empty-

“Why?” Haley couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t breathe- “WHY DID YOU DO THIS?!” She hurled her body, shoulder first, against her container again. Her skin burned and everything burned.

The remainders of teardrops were still falling down Noah’s cheeks, his face an emotionless mask now.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears, the headmaster busy muttering words of power and guiding the soul to the mannequin. The soul eagerly leaped into its new vessel, the construct crumpling to the ground once they bonded.

“It is quite simple, my dear.” He turned on her, that glass eye glowing yellow now. “You see, at first it was because of that upstart Malistaire. We needed a savior, so I made one. However, I realized when that one died that it added to my life force.”

Haley tried to squirm as far away as possible. “Mali-Malistaire died over two centuries ago!” Her voice cracked.

“Indeed, child.” He smiled wickedly, approaching her. “Indeed.”

-

He had to put a binding spell on her. She wasn’t like Noah, wasn’t sharp retorts and patience. She was action, the thunder before the silent lightning.

She struggled against the invisible bonds, trying to protest but only able to say one thing. “Noah, NOAH!” She screamed it over and over, her voice hoarse and dry.

Ambrose muttered sharply, almost hissing the words of power. Haley screamed, feeling everything in her body rip and tear-

Everything was empty, and she watched things happen as if she was far away.

It was her life. Flashing before her eyes.

She was seven, sharing a very pink cake with her twin, both of them arguing over something silly, like how many candles they get each. Eventually, they were shoving cake at each other's faces.

She was nine, helping her sibling cut his braids off, because he didn’t want to be a ‘girly-girl’ anymore. Their smiles both showed missing teeth

She was ten, and it turns out Noah isn’t a girl at all.

She was eleven, and she let the blood drop into the ritual bowl, and it trembled with power, eventually showing a glowing storm symbol, the purple lighting up her face as she grinned.

She was twelve, and she finally cast her first spell. The snake hissed, and followed her around like a familiar, eventually dissipating.

She was thirteen, going to Krokotopia for the first time, hand in hand with her brother.

She was fourteen, and helped Noah with his binder, both of them smiling. She picked out a purple one, and he grinned wider than she had seen him in weeks.

She was fifteen, and punching someone, because how dare they hurt her brother, how dare they hate someone who she loved. It was at a sunny field in Mooshu, and the person fell flat on their back.

She was sixteen, and she was a fool for not running. She got herself and the only person she cared about killed because she was a fool.

She was Haley Raintamer, and she didn’t fight back when a glowing silver knife slashed at her throat.

-

Merle Ambrose sighed, almost collapsing against the wall. Gamma flew in, carrying a potion in his talons. The old wizard gratefully drained the bottle. He held the neck of the bottle tightly, looking tired as a man can be.

“It went wh-ell, Merle!” The familiar said in faux cheerfulness. Both knew he was lying through his beak.

“Yes, Gamma. So much youth can be a hassle for me, however.” He said, staring at the body of the young storm wizard. It was slowly bleeding out, and the fingers were still twitching, likely due to her fruitless struggles against the power containment. Luckily, Merle was ingenious enough to make the container bounce the aggressor's magical power back against any physical attack.

“They would have made great allies. Alas, the girl decided to turn against me.” Merle smiled grimly.

“She would have been a wonderful asset indeed!” Gamma trilled.

“A true shame. Now, Gamma, it looks like we’re going to be doing the same old routine.”

Gamma nodded.

Just moments later, they stood in the tower, the model of the spiral moving delicately above their heads.

The girl woke up first, quiet and still. She always was more powerful.

“Sir, what’s going on?” She groaned tiredly.

“Ah, there will be time for that later, now- my vision is failing me child, and you took quite the fall. Who are you?” Ambrose said kindly.

“Wha-What?” She looked up at the headmaster.

“Let’s start like this- Are you a boy, or a girl?”