#okay so this guy has been my blorbo for like a month

[seagull-scribbles]

King of hearts ❤️

[soarrenbluejay]

Since I’ve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas here’s another one gang;

Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but they’re also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.

Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his ‘condition’ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.

So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vlad’s basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandora’s suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesn’t like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except it’s a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since he’s the Mayor. Anyway)

He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than they’re worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely it’s uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, it’s referred to as ‘making it home’, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but he’s not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with ‘Dora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick about’ so everyone assumes it’s the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they don’t, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.

See I really love deaged!Dan because he’s just a grumpy lil guy. But he’s also killed millions. He’s so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.

And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isn’t going to get any attention: that’s just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his ‘condition’ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches don’t know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (I’m 90% sure he’d be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ‘not from earth’), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.

He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. He’s never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, he’s capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.

And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?

But Gotham is a city so cursed it’s probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.

Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.

Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesn’t bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how he’s sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Dan’s daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hood’s third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs they’d planted in the glove box.

Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.

[thefreakandthehair]

"Hey," Steve says, voice both firm and gentle as he holds both of Eddie's hands in his own. "Why are you panicking about this?"

"I'm not panicking, I'm just being realistic." Eddie shakes his head and avoids making eye contact, looking at the ground as though a complicated puzzle that requires solving has sprung up on in the patterned tiles of the record shop's floor.

Steve knows what this is about, but he also knows that calling Eddie out when he's dealing with Tornado Brain gets him nothing but more Tornado Brain and a brick wall. So instead, he just keeps Eddie's hands warm and still and waits. His boyfriend isn't one for silence, so it shouldn't take too long--

"How are you not freaking out right now? Our profits were like, half what we've been pulling since we opened."

There it is.

"Because it's Thanksgiving and the holiday rush is coming. Because I actually did pretty well in those stupid accounting classes at the community college and know that we have plenty banked up to balance out the slower months now and then. Ed," he squeezes Eddie's hands until Eddie finally meets his eyes, wide with eyebrows knitted between them. "It's gonna be okay, I promise."

"Guess I can't do anything but trust you, huh?" Eddie shrugs and the hint of a smirk ghosts his lips. "It's growing up poor, man. Makes you a little... obsessive? About money? Or, about not having enough? This shop was my idea and God, if it fails, you're in it with me now. I can't drag you down with a sinking ship--"

Steve pulls one of Eddie's hands up to his lips and kisses the back of it. Eddie quiets.

"I'd rather be on a sinking ship with you than land with anyone else, okay? And it's not gonna fail. No matter what, we're gonna be alright."

"Okay, fine. I'll believe you." Eddie's shoulders fall away from ears and an actual grin blossoms across his face. One of Steve's many favorite sights. "Fancy numbers guy."

Steve rolls his eyes and smiles, releasing Eddie's hands and leaning against the back of the counter. "And you love it."

"Mhm," Eddie hums, leaning forward to kiss him, soft and chaste. "Sure do. I'm gonna flip the sign to open but when we flip it closed tonight, I'll show you how much."

sometimes, you've gotta take your own freak outs and complexes and project them onto your favorite blorbos, right?

[risingscorchingsuns]

my love, when did you last allow yourself to weep? ❤️‍🔥

guys this has been in my wips for like a month and it is exclusively because of Kyojuro’s hair 😭😭 ive been playing around with new shading styles; this was one of those experiments!! im really proud of it :)

anyway im a little obsessed with the idea of kyojuro, strong, unstoppable, Pillar-of-the-Corps kyojuro, just absolutely crumbling into Hikaru because he’s tired. he’s tired and nobody’s ever told him it’s okay to rest before; he’s never had anyone to lean on but himself. so when hikaru tells him it’s okay, to let it out, that it’s okay to weep- he just falls apart, because he feels safe, because Hikaru is his home.

ough it’s 6am im having normal blorbo thoughts 🥹🔥🪲 i love them sm

[feeling--pink]

Hi 🥺 what if they- 👉👈 what if they got mawwied???? 💕💕💕

Okay hi I’ve been working on these on and off all month (mostly off I got really busy whoops) and I have A LOT of thoughts about a Legbone wedding (ft. the drawtectives cause they really are my blorbos) 

Anyways here’s a list of headcannons that I didn’t get to draw:

So right off the bat let’s talk OUTFITS

To me Legzi and Ryjinah had gone looking for dresses but Legzi wasn’t really pumped about any of them 

So maybe they went on a road trip (because ladies bookclub road trips my beloved) to either go look in a different boutique or to do other wedding related shenanigans 

And on the side of the road Legzi spots this rag 

And of course it’s a torn up wedding dress and suddenly she has a Vision^TM

Just Legzi being more excited about fixing up this dress than anything she could have just bought up to that point 

Because to me Legzi is someone who loves to feel like a part of the process and having all her random skills she picked up from Darkmouth 

Then design wise I wanted something puffy so I could hide how much taller I made her 

Because personally I think her using the leg stilts on her wedding day is not only very Legzi^TM but I also made myself laugh with the concept :) 

And florals because those are fun, green, and easy to make by hand (as someone who’s made a lot of ribbon flowers)!! The vines were places where the dress was really torn and needed more structural stitching 

Ryjinahs dress on the other hand I wanted to take some inspiration from her season 1 design (even though I haven’t seen it) 

Also I love a chance to draw some boob 

so anyways York’s invitation

I’ve said it before but “artists draw fan art of each other’s art” where Karina drew Ryjinah, York, Rowan, and Jacob horse all hanging out is CANON TO ME

Which is why all of those characters were invited!! :)

Anyways I imagine all the invitations had your standard stuff- names, dates, rsvp section

But where it would’ve said +1 I think Ryjinah scribbled that out and hand wrote “+2 ;)” 

Which of course Grandma would be slightly flustered by meanwhile York is like “AWESOME you guys can come!!!” 

I believe in drawtectives polycule supremacy and also York is aroace

Which also lead to my miniature leg wrestling joke :)

Oh but the second York and Rah’ōxah lock eyes they’re going to leg wrestle (Pokémon rules) 

Then they can become friends too and we can make Julia’s drawing in “pro artists redraw their old OCs” canon!!! 

Rah’ōxah is both Legzi and Ryjinahs maid of honor :) 

She’s awesome of course she can do both!!!!!!

I wish I had drawn this but to me Parker the cat officiated :)

Maybe while standing on top of Parker the horse 

Ryjinah was not pleased with this but also couldn’t say no to the combined force of Legzi and Rah’ōxah’s puppy dog eyes 

Plus Parker the cat is the only person (cat) they know who’s ordained

Oh last thing I wanted to but didn’t draw was a Rosé & Rowan interaction 

Or not even so much of an interaction but they catch each other’s gaze from across the room and freeze 

Oh more headcannons but they’re siblings to me 

I mean dyed hair? Knives? Mysterious pasts? Color schemes?? Attracted to himbos??? 

Anyways they both have moved on from their family in different directions 

So to suddenly meet again even from across the room 

Then York or Gramdma calls for Rosé and she looks away and they’re gone

But I digress 

Tbh for everyone’s outfits I kinda just went “you know what would be cute???” 

So floral dress for grandma (obviously) 

Jumpsuit + long gloves for Rosé because vibes 

Unbuttoned shirt and double breasted vest for York so he doesn’t have sleeves 

Similar thought process for Rah’ōxah because they give off similar vibes BUT I made Rah’ōxah’s the same colors as Ryjinah and Legzi so she could match both :)

Then a demon Johnny button on her outer vest kinda like the pin/broach she has in Julia’s drawing in pro artists redraw old OCs 

Rowan I just wanted to look swanky and what’s more swanky than a tailcoat? 

And for everyone but Rah’ōxah I tried to keep to their normal color schemes!! :) 

Are all these outfits practical for what I made a beach wedding on a whim? Absolutely not 

I gave pretty much all of them some sort of heels even if they are technically wedges which is better but STILL 

Beaches are fun and easy ish to draw and I never do backgrounds anyways give me a break lol 

But anyways I think that’s all my thoughts!!!

So Legzi & Ryjinah ride into the sunset on their noble steed Jacob Horse :)

[spacey-llama]

RIGHT ABOUT NOW! THE rockafeller skank lore BROTHER! CHECK IT OUT NOW! THE rockafeller skank lore BROTHER! (requested by @peter-griffin-mpreg-the-second)

I actually actively am a fan of this guy he is one of my (many) Just Dance blorbos. He’s so! Special to me! ALSO, this one is definitely more like a smattering of headcanons than like... a consistent lore thing for him.

Preface (mostly for the person who requested him): As a fellow Rockafeller Skank fan, I’ve seen your posts and your headcanons are super awesome and cool (I love to see people thinking different thoughts about the same character, it’s so fun)! Mine are. Way different! I came up with a lot of this months ago! If you don’t like them that is so okay and valid :)

So! This is DJ Rock-A-Fella AKA Rocky! He's a dorky highschooler that DJs in his free time. Also, he goes to Woodcrown High School in Dancity. Originally, though, he's from Cyberfunk :)

If anyone's throwing a house party, you just KNOW he's going to show up with all his equipment and be like "Hi, what's up, this music sucks, I'm plugging my stuff in."

He's like one of those guys that has to play a guitar at every party, except instead of playing "Wonderwall," he's making a mashup of "It's Raining Men" and "Holding Out For A Hero." No one expects it to be good, but he's amazing. It's his passion!

Currently, Rocky's dating D.A.N.C.E (who I call Julie). They've been together since middle school. They did one slow dance together on a whim at a school dance (it was kind of awkward) and Julie asked, "Hey, do you wanna, like, date?"

And he went, "Sure."

And they've been together ever since. She's a cheerleader! I imagine they go on little arcade dates and she absolutely DESTROYS him at like... Mortal Kombat.

I don't know! To me, he's just this little nerd with really good music taste.

Bonus headcanons!

He collects TokiDoki Unicornos! Rocky and Julie have matching Unicorno keychains :)

He owns at least three Domo t-shirts.

Julie's been trying to teach him how to rollerblade, and it hasn't been going well.

Under that beanie is a buzz cut (and fun fact, in his map you can briefly see that his hair is blue!)

But yeah! That's kind of what I have for him? I adore him so much.

EXTRA BONUS! Because you caught me on a character I really loooove, here's a playlist I made for him forever ago :D

[katasstrophy]

What are your favorite pet names for your fave blorbos??? Mine are beebee for Bachira and YoiCHU! *insert cheek kiss* for Isagi~

d’aaawwww nonnie you got me giggling over this how cute<33 i may have gone overboard like always lol but here are some of my takes !! (these low key just. turned into headcanons oop i hope that’s okay!)

SHIDOU RYUSEI — HELLCAT

this is my personal favorite because it just fits him so fucking well and i know it in my soul of souls that he’d adore it. like yes he is your feral hellcat<3 your demon spawn<3 but you’re crazy enough to love that about him, to turn it into an endearing pet name, even. bastard would probably purr and meow just to lay it on real thick pls i can never be normal about this man.

ITOSHI RIN — RINNIE

calling the ever stoic, foul-mouthed younger itoshi smth as sickeningly sweet as rinnie is the best thing since sliced bread actually idc if i’m basic! it’s true! ofc he’d absolutely abhor it at first, snapping at you to “fucking stop calling him that” which just spurs you on more tbh lol he’s furious with you. he thinks he abhors the nickname, then one day you drop the cutsy act to return to his given name and he’s just left standing there like🧍baffled and pissed out of his mind bc where’s his mf rinnie huh?? i want to eat him so bad.

MIKAGE REO — HANDSOME

i feel like reo – party due to his lavish upbringing but mostly because he is just the ultimate lover boy – would definitely gravitate towards more ‘classier’ terms of endearment. call him handsome, or go all in by calling to him as my love and his chest is instantly puffing up like some bird about to perform the sickest mating dance ever lol he’d be so smug about it. definitely, 100% the type of guy that still gets weak in the knees when you call him husband – doesn’t matter if you’ve been married three months or 5 years he eats that shit up!

SANZU HARUCHIYO — CANDYMAN

okay so because i’m a little shit i can’t ignore the juxtaposition of the big bad criminal being committed to the pink aesthetic (don’t get me wrong i’m obsessed with it), so in my head i could get away with calling sanzu annoying crap like barbie doll or cupcake – or probably his most tolerated one out of the bunch, candyman (because of the, ya know, murderous implications lmfao). all in a very sarcastic vain ofc! i feel like calling him by his given name, or just simply haru, would def be all the more special then <3 (… BUT bc he’s sick in the head he’d probably love it even more if you romanticized his psychotic tendencies – call him stuff like my lovely little killer and he’s a goner he is clinically insane like.)

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA — MY (EVERYTHING)

let me just clarify that this man is not picky! whatsoever! he’s so starved for love he’d literally eat any term of endearment straight out of your mouth if he could. everything is one the table: baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, love – you name it, tora likes it, he wants you to keep calling him sweet names until he’s drowned in it. but what gets him really over the moon is if you just insert a small little ‘my’ in front of it. yeah, he loves being called baby, but my baby? he’s on his knees for you goodbye he loves the subtle ownership of it. (not to get n/sfw but uh… call him your sweet boy when you’re overstimming him and his pupils might just turn heart-shaped he’s ruined.)

KAKUCHO — YOUR LAST NAME

i only recently found out that “hitto” is actually a fanon made last name for kaku darling and i’d like to report that i’m still devastated over it so :( when you two get married – because he will marry you, if he’s in love like that’s it he’s locking you down for life – you ask him if he’d like to take your last name and yeah he cries a little he’s so touched pls :( so when people refer to him as L/n-san or mr. L/n he’s still not over it he has to remind himself that they are, in fact, talking to him. the effect triples when it’s you that calls him as such he’s so proud to wear your name brb gonna bawl my eyes out.

[cabinofimagines]

Totally NOT improvised birthday

A/N: Happy birthday Ash hope this saves you from the saddies -Danny

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Usually, the Argo II monthly meetings are a casual thing, no one ever has plans in advance as to what they'll do once they're there. So it's pretty damn weird when you show up with a whole cake, a massive bag of snacks, and decorations.

"Cake!" Percy approaches to help you with the stuff. "Nice."

"What's all that for?" Frank asks with curiosity.

"My birthday," you replie casually.

Leo chokes on his drink while Annabeth stiffens in place, everyone else lets out different types of replies in various levels of panic and feigned exclamations of "Right, Frank! It's their birthday, don't tell us you forgot!" Everyone except Jason, Nico, and Will, of course, they all had marked the day in advance.

"Happy birthday!" Jason approaches with a sweet smile and gives you a crushing bear hug and a birthday bag.

"Thank you, man!" You smile happily, dropping the snack bag and the decorations on the table.

"We need tape!" Percy quickly gets up and walks to the door. "I'll get it!"

Annabeth grabs her cap and puts it on, instantly disappearing. Piper pretends to take a phone call and leaves while Leo rummages inside his tool belt. Hazel stretches a hand behind her chair and pulls literal treasure from the ground while Frank fidgets beside her trying to come up with something.

Nico and Will approach you, giving everyone else time to recover. Nico goes first, handing out his carefully wrapped present. He encourages you to open it—mostly to give everyone else a chance to find something—and inside you find a bag of rock-shaped chocolates of different colors and sizes and a whole new limited-edition deck of Mythomagic.

"Rocks!" You smile. "Thanks!"

Will goes next and hands you an envelope. "I thought it'd be nice to stretch out the celebration for another day."

"What?" You tilt your head in confusion and take a peak inside the envelope. "Ohhh!" You pull out three tickets to the newest Broadway show you once mentioned you were interested in watching. "Will!"

"Don't even," he brushes it aside. "Sponsored by dad, he says hi and happy birthday, by the way."

"Tell him I say hi back and thanks a lot!" You look at the tickets again. "There are three tickets here..."

Will blushes and clears his throat. "Yeah, I uhm—I don't know if it's okay with you, like, you can say no if you want to, but I thought we could go together?" He signals at you and Nico. "Like... us."

Nico gives Will a look but his boyfriend pretends not to see it, smiling at you bashfully.

"Oh," you feel fuzzy inside but quickly brush it off before getting the wrong idea. "That's really sweet that you want to escort me, thank you."

"Don't say it like that," Will laughs, though it comes out a bit too loud. "It's more like... a hangout. Right, Nico?"

"What he said," the boy says plainly, a light pinkish blush on his face.

You open your mouth to reply but someone storms into the rec room, screaming and stomping his hooves down the stairs. "I HEARD SOMEONE'S A YEAR OLDER TODAY!"

Hedge shows up at the foot of the stairs and happily makes his way to you, roughly patting your back and rambling about how small you were before and how proud he is that he's seen you grow (he literally never saw you as a child).

His present is a pocket knife and a survival guide that looks suspiciously hand-made by the satyr, but you can appreciate the effort, and it's a really cool gift anyway, so you smile and thank him for his presents.

Jason is next, and his gift makes your jaw drop to the floor as you open it, it's the official plushie of that one blorbo you've been yapping about for the past six months. "Where did you even get that? It's not supposed to be out for another two months!"

"I know a guy," he winks at you grinning. Then he pulls out a birthday card. "This is from Bobby, he couldn't make it but sends you his best wishes."

"This is awesome, Jason," you squeeze the plushie in your arms and hold the card carefully. Nico and Will look a bit pouty for a moment, but you overlook that.

"Sorry for that! It was my girlfriend, I had to pick up," Piper reenters the room, holding a large stick in her hand. "Here's your present, Y/N."

"A stick!" You beam, taking it from her very carefully. "My favorite!"

"It's not just any stick," Piper smiles, adopting a dramatic tone. "That is a friendship stick, Granpa says we give those to our closest friends to represent we are branches from the same tree."

"Why didn't I get a stick last year?" Leo frowns.

"Not now, dude," Piper mutters.

"That's so sweet and original," Will says with a knowing smirk. "I really like how that stick looks made exactly from the same wood the tree outside the Big House."

"All wood looks the same, Will," Piper states curtly.

"I disagree."

"Tape!" Percy returns holding the small roll. He also has a plushie shark under his arm with a blue ribbon around the chubby head. "Happy birthday, Y/N!"

When he hands the plushie, you can feel the slightly damp texture and you pause. "Is this wet?"

"It's part of the charm, don't question it," Percy replies without facing you, picking up the decorations and hanging them around the room.

"My plushie was better," Jason mutters, also picking up a few decorations.

"HA-HA, this is not a competition, superman!" Percy says tensely, then mutters. "If it were Nico would find the way to cheat..."

"For the last time, it was a fair tactic—"

"Happy birthday, Y/N, here's a crystal to make sure the stick and the damp plushie aren't haunted," Hazel gives you a nice lavender rock that you happily put next to your chocolate rocks.

"My present didn't arrive on time," Frank blurts out anxiously. "Amazon misplaced it. You know they hate me there."

"No worries, Frank, I get it," you smile innocently.

"Well, anyway, you got the lame presents out of the way, here's mine," Leo hands you something that looks very much like an explosive. "Why don't you open it like, over there, away from us?"

You stare at him a moment, but Leo would never actually murder you, no matter how much he threatens to do it, so you shrug and walk over to the table where you previously left the cake. "Sure."

Everyone gives Leo nervous glances while he keeps a smile on his face, which isn't really calming since he has a very unnerving grin. You press on the switch, and from the bomb erupts a massive amount of colorful confetti that spreads all over the table and the floor.

"Ohhh fun!" You exclaim.

"Oh, thank gods," Leo mumbles, his shoulders falling with relief. Then he raises his voice. "See? Now it's a real party!"

Piper puts some music on and everyone gathers to get cake, and play board games, Annabeth comes back after two full hours claiming she was upstairs in the bathroom.

"It's lady stuff, Valdez, stay out of my business," Annabeth snaps after the boy tries to question her. "Anyway, happy birthday, Y/N."

She gives you a properly wrapped present—in the newspaper, because eco-friendly—and inside you find one of the books you've been dying to buy for the past year, hardcover and collector's edition.

"Wow, guys, I wasn't expecting all of you to have presents for me," you smile big, looking at all the cool stuff your friends gave you. "This is the best birthday ever!"

Everyone shares slightly guilty looks but say nothing, giving you a second round of hugs. Jason makes sure everyone writes down the date before leaving so this doesn't happen again.

[tremastersweb]

ooc: Morning! Just passing by to update and let y'all know this week is insane and I don't think I'll jump back in to rp until next week (at least), or if I do this week it'll be for a short time only. I'll prolly ask someone for a summary when I'm ready.

Having to wake up at 5am everyday is rather challenging so my rp frequency is def gonna go down in general 🥲 and I don't think I can keep up with a real-time structure to the rp anymore without continuously having the blorbos faint or something djdkdkd. Not for the next 4 months which is the duration of my internship. I definitely don't wanna leave the rp though, it's been the most fun I've had for a long while and I'm really invested! So I'll see if it's possible for me to still make some time for it as I adjust to these changes. I wanted to ask if it'd be okay with y'all to have stuff happen in a different timing - this doesn't mean y'all rp any less, but rather that if I'm gone for a week, my guys haven't been gone for as long as I have. It's ok if not, but it'd definitely save me some trouble!

But hey, I'm having fun at work so far! I'm learning quite a lot! This week has been especially busy bcs I've been out to get some clothes, meet friends I won't see as often, general adjustment to change my autism brain doesn't like, an exam today also- and another friend came to visit from another country so I'm giving her lots of my attention atm. Other weeks won't be this hectic I suppose. Oh and. Her bf got me fivey and ainley's mtg cards and I am Screaming. I'll show them later in koscheicore hehe.

Hope y'all are okay!

[sunflowergem]

6, 11, 16 for the OC asks! (and also 30 because i'm curious to know what sunflower & velora think of rue now!!)

Putting the blorbos in scenarios together 🥹

Under the cut cuz I know this one's going to get long. So much to yap about lol

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

🌻 if I translated her job in to something for the modern day it would probably be like a CEO? Or a treasurer for a big company? Personality wise she's based off me so also being a teacher would be an option considering that's my IRL path. I can also see her being a librarian or running a flower shop.

🩸 Okay so this was actually the last part of this ask that I answered and it took me awhile to think about this but mortician I think would fit them really well. Or oddly enough sculptor/some form of famous artist

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

🌻 me and wish fulfillment 😆 her story is definitely transformed away from her being purely a self-insert but there are some parts of her background that are very much reskinned versions of things that have happened to me.

🩸 I honestly just wanted to play a durge at first and it took so long for me to try and think of just something interesting to tie into it to make myself do that play through. Originally she was just going to be dragonborn descendant of Ansur. The only other concrete thought I had for my durge at that point was the fact that she didn't get along with Gortash because I have no attraction to that guy and thought it would be funny to flip a little bit of their dynamic from what we can tell of the cannon of the game. I got to the point in the game where I made the avatar and I think got through the nautiloid. But I only had a little bit of time to play that one day and then life got busy and then my laptop got hacked because of a stupid decision I made. So right now I don't have a machine to play on so it's going to be a while before I can actually do her playthrough 🥲 in the meantime, I kept thinking about her and eventually thought about the whole flesh of bhaal thing and for some reason my brain decided to take that literally and thus Bhaalblob was born. After that it's just been me rotating them in my brain and seeing how it develops.

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

🌻 by the point where the game would start, both parents have died. Before death, she had a pretty good relationship with her parents although they were very overprotective but she was kind of used to being treated that way and it's not like it was anything overtly negative. More one of those things in hindsight where she realizes she really should have been prepared a bit more for life and her parents efforts to protect her ended up making it more dangerous for her later on. But she has plenty of fond memories of her family and overall misses them dearly.

🩸 because of how I did my durge, there aren't really traditional parents like the canonical version from the game would have. So the only parent to talk about is Bhaal! also unlike the canonical version, they really didn't have any reason to resist the dark urge influence in the beginning. They basically just gave into their instincts in their first couple of months (years?) of existence. However, as they experienced more bodies through different people then they started to develop the consciousness to think whether or not this was something they wanted to do. For the most part they were still happy just going along with the urge since they had the cult behind them but at night at those moments before going to sleep they would probably think a lot back on the different memories they've absorbed from other lives. It's why they started to branch out and tried to live some of the lives before hopping to a new body. This is also why Gortash still affected Valora despite not being interested in him. He didn't offer her anything in the way of an interesting new interpersonal relationship to experience but he did offer a new perspective and was able to speak directly to them as the Bhaalblob. Others could speak to them thinking they were talking to someone else or the cult numbers could talk to them as BB but he was the first to talk directly to them outside of the cult. This started to shake some of the foundations of how they built their life. Going back to the original question. This would shake their relationship with their father and start them down the path of redemption. Kind of ironic considering he was trying to keep them close as an ally and it ended up being the first push towards them becoming an enemy one day. Of course once tadpoled they didn't have the context for the dark urge allowing them to enjoy it the same way they did before. This ended up scaring them and would leave a bad impression which would end up coloring their reintroduction to their father as they start to put together who they are during the adventure. Eventually this would lead them to completely reject Bhaal eventually.

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

🌻Okay, I was reading through some of your old asks while thinking about this one. And this would be more of a modern take but I would love the idea of them just belting out some karaoke since my girl is also probably really into pop music. Also regular gossip sessions, I don't know like overall I just am picturing like having a real close neighbor that comes over constantly to have tea and just shoot the shit. Honestly ideal dynamic. I'm also a sucker for this aesthetic of our characters being opposite, so fun!

🩸 Okay, so this might require a search on the YouTube if you don't know the reference, but if you ever watched BuzzFeed unsolved you'll know exactly what I mean. I'm picturing the dynamic between Shane and Ryan and that show with these two for some reason. Particularly some of the vibes from the goat man episode. Out of context. This makes no sense, I'm so sorry.

References aside. They would make great friends in the way that Orin and Valora got along before Gortash showed up in their life and everything got messier. Valora loves to experiment and push boundaries and they'd be so happy to answer all questions that they could and if they can't answer them we will find an answer together 💪🏽😤 I also love that your bestie ended up being Wyll since that's who Valora would end up with 🥰 Valora never got super close with Gale but I think they would get along purely out of inquisitive, so we could go on double dates and have the best time!

So fun fact, I usually use speech to text on these because I'm mostly using mobile to do these and it's much faster for me. I ended up talking so much that my voice now hurts 😆

[thewolfprince]

Okay so got a reply from Teecupangel on something I submitted and it gave me a wonderful idea.

Desmond in the Ready Player One universe.

Now if you haven’t read Ready Player One it’s about this guy (Wade) who takes on a challenge from the creator of the OASIS, a network spanning the entire world with virtual reality, in order to try to keep it out of the hands of a Corporation that wants to basically capitalism the fuck out of the OASIS.

Sooo my brain went “oh shit. Oh shit we could turn this into AC AU easy.”

Desmond, our lovable protagonist blorbo boi, takes the place of Wade. He lives with his father and mother and a few other families in a secluded location called The Farm. Once the world went to shit, Desmond’s parents decided to isolate themselves from humanity as a whole for safety.

Now, Desmond was raised in The Farm so… all his experience with the world outside of it is on an old console that runs The Gray [Name pending], created by Isu Incorporated.

One day there’s a message for every single user in the world (seeing as [Name Pending] is the world’s default coping mechanism to a slowly dying planet, it’s basically to the whole world).

FINAL ISU CORP LEADER FOUND DEAD, LEAVES BEHIND PUZZLING MESSAGE

Desmond is shocked when the message appears on his visor, he presses play on the video.

It’s Juno. She explains The Contest, a hunt for different artifacts around the multiverse of [Name Pending]. The first person to get all the artifacts and open the Grand Temple will be the new Heir of Isu Corp and the sole Admin of [Name Pending].

So for a few years, everyone dives into the hunt. Including rival company Abstergo Industries and its special Artifact Team.

As months go on, people start to quit. Except Desmond because his father is pushing him to find the Artifacts for him.

And Desmond soon crosses paths with a player named ‘Subject_16’. His avatar wears clothes that look like a prison uniform, and he’s often accompanied by ‘Overseer_Stillman’, a woman who is dressed in a sharp Abstergo uniform with a badge.

These “Subjects” are people indebted to Abstergo Industries and often used for free labor. And now they’re being used to look for the Artifacts.

And one day a new pop-up displays on everyone’s visors.

“Team Masayf— 10,000 points” with a small golden sphere emblem to the side. The first Artifact has been found.

And everyone is pushed back into the frenzy of the hunt.

A few weeks pass and William tells Desmond that they are having a guest over. Desmond is very confused. The Farm isn’t supposed to have guests. No one is supposed to know they exist.

An old man who everyone calls ‘Al Mualim’ leads a young man about the same age as Desmond into The Farm. They are both welcomed warmly and with great respect. William tells Desmond to “make a friend” and Desmond realized he’s being used to try to get information out of the other boy who looks a lot like him.

But Desmond obeys and leads the other boy, Altaïr, to his console and offers to let him play with. Altaïr agrees and the two log into their accounts.

Altaïr asks what they should do and Desmond suggests a small world dedicated solely to parkour and free running. They both head to the world and spend the day trying to beat each other on various parkour tracks.

As they play, Altaïr and Desmond talk. They talk about their experience with the hunt so far. Altaïr seems guarded so Desmond quickly changes the subject.

When William and Al Mualim come to get them, they part as budding friends. They meet up in [Name pending] almost every day, and Desmond slowly forgets about the artifact. He has a friend.

One night William rips the visor off and yells at Desmond for “neglecting his duties”. Berates him for not getting any info out of Altaïr and wasting time and The Farm’s limited resources on “playing around like a child”. Desmond shoots back that he gets nothing from The Farm, not a coin from their sales nor the visor that he wears.

Enraged, William tells Desmond to cut contact with Altaïr. Another person in The Farm will monitor his account and “if he even thinks about talking to that boy again he’ll regret it.”

And enter Rebecca and Shaun. They are told to be around Desmond 24/7 and report everything back to William.

Desmond initially distrusts the two but Rebecca calls up Altaïr for him and scrubs the recorded footage, winking and claiming there must be some sort of malfunction in Desmond’s terribly old, like seriously how do you use this Desmond it’s fucking ancient equipment.

Shaun mostly sticks to his own thing and doesn’t bother Desmond.

And then one day, the three make a breakthrough. Shaun figures out the meaning of first message Juno left, Rebecca hacks into another person’s console, and Desmond is told where the first Artifact is located.

And then an SOS comes. But it’s delivered to Desmond instead of his father on accident.

Lucy Stillman, a mole for The Farm planted in Abstergo Industries, says they need a rescue team for Clay Kaczmarek—Subject 16–because his mental state is rapidly deteriorating due to the strain of constant Artifact hunting.

Desmond, Rebecca, and Shaun decide to tackle the problem by themselves (though not without a little help).

And then once they do they have a team of five. They decide to call their team Team Eagle to obscure their location.

And then, Team Eagle jumps to second place on the leaderboard.

[countercharmda]

okay! so, i've mentioned it a couple of times, but i think sometime this week i will be doing some cleanup here. ( expect this around december 1st. ) this will include my inbox, my drafts, my posts, my likes, and my follower count. i will probably also be changing my url to the new one i have saved then! it's gonna be very fun and nifty.

the short of it is that i will be softblocking ( or hardblocking, if preferred ) folks who have not expressed interest in writing ic or chatting ooc. if you just got here and are panicking for xyz reason? worry not! here is my interest tracker if you're a bit too nervous to reach out ooc. this meme is also good, if you would like me to come up with some ideas! ( i will hopefully get to these in a timely manner ). and of course, if this feels too much like an ultimatum or a stressor for you, then you are genuinely more than welcome to softblock ( or hardblock ) me and continue on with your day. please curate your space! NOTE: neither of these are required if we are already talking or plotting ooc!

the long of it...will be under the cut, because i am ultimately feeling a little bit rambly.

i've been trying to figure out how to approach my larger following of people who have not reached out to me, and i think this is a good start. i've only been in this rpc for two months and so much i feel like has happened already, and one of the best things to come from it is watching this turn into...more of a community if that makes sense. i like seeing what all is going on with my mutuals and stuff on the dash. i'm aware this is a very chronically online take, but in my defense i have been...chronically online since i have been a child, and i don't believe in dismissing online friendships. i like having people to send memes to in discord dms and tumblr ims, i like feeling like i can talk to people. as mentioned in m a n y posts on this blog, i'm a chatty guy! this is why i mention that i won't cut a mutual if we're not writing ic, because i think talking ooc is just as important -- if not more, sometimes.

simultaneously, though, i find myself feeling anxious about being overlooked or forgotten. this is an insecurity i've had for my whole life. while i'm more confident nowadays that i am, in fact, the shit, i still don't want to feel this way in a hobby -- and i don't want any of my mutuals to feel this way, either. i think that if i cut my follower count down and shift my priorities in this way, then it'll help lessen this feeling for both parties.

i also want to stress that this is a hobby, and i do not want anyone to feel like they owe me anything ic or ooc. i work a hectic job, i have chores to do, and i might even be going back to college in january. there will always be real life obligations that are more important than writing blorbos on the internet. i will never intentionally make you feel guilty for not having the spoons to reach out to me. if you still uncomfortable with this post or this change, that is completely okay, and i encourage you to softblock ( or hardblock ) me. i want you to feel comfortable enough to have fun!

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

so this here is auggie: semi finalized!!! halliwell's... probably? not going to be his last name but i had no clue what surname to give him so its acting as a stand in aaa

so this is the blorbo. the new bsd oc i have been working on. from the fanfic i am Struggling with. same guy from the Art a while ago. august (i like the month okay) whatever last name i decide on at a later date.

notes!

his ability is called lucy locket! i actually came up with the ability's function first, and then i found that it fit pretty well. basically its a pocket dimension accessed via the users pockets. so far it has infinite storage, but whatever is added or removed at the present moment has to have been able to fit in the pocket originally. so you cant add/remove a large waterbottle from tiny jean pockets, for example. i like to think it only works when august himself pulls something out or puts something in. so. yknow. "not a penny was there in it, only ribbon round it". hehe

hes 25 because as much as a harp on bsd i also suck with ages so i rng-ed a number between 21 and 27 chcbdj

his birthday is june 21st! stole that from james orchard halliwell (see where that came from now) phillipps, bc he was the first to record the nursery rhyme. i also think him being born on the summer solstice in june but being named august is soo funny.

forgot to add it in correctly but his height is 5'8! that's about 173 cm? i think? i rounded it up technically its only like. 172.72?

168??? pounds??? which is apparently like 76kg? look i have no clue how weights work either i just took my own weight looked up the average for an adult and made something up. dont expect it to make sense.

bloodtype is a! i thought it was weird that the blood types were mentioned at all in the character bios but then i remembered the whole stereotype thing so i just picked whatever i thought fit.

he likes goldfish (hence the socks and earrings), rice (its rice), and hats (because they are so neat)! i was thinking about funny sock patterns and then i was looking at the wiki page for catherine maria fischer (the supposed kitty fisher in the nursery rhyme) and one of her paintings had a fishbowl in it. and then i thought about yoimiya because i had been drawing her before and. yknow. he definitely does has a small hat collection, but he'd rather them not be damaged at work. theyre saved for parties and formal gatherings!

dislikes are long explanations, pollen (allergy 😔), and unpleasant textures (like bedsheets that give you the Feeling when you scratch them). he likes it when people get to the point, and im projecting my own sensory issues onto him hxjsj

moving on we have design notes!

so here's our boy.

starting with the shirt, its actually based on one of the shirts i own. it's got the solid torso and the loose sheer sleeves, and i thought that was neat! though for him i think the sleeves would be a bit more opaque, and he's wearing a vest!

as for the tie you can see i noted that it's a bit of a cross between a criss cross tie and like... a sailor tie? i know it says bolo but thats because the word i was looking for was Tie Brooch for the pendant in the middle.

the cargo shorts!!! so obviously to best use his ability august needs something with rather large pockets, but i didn't know how to add those in. initially i wanted to go with some tights or normal slacks and have him wear a hoodie, but it was kind of... eh? so i tried cargo pants but those didn't work either. so then i tried on shorts and i Realized what needed to be done fhdjjws

knee high socks! i asked what how silly we should get with them and eni said knee highs and nobody said ankle with silly patterns so i combined the two! i think the combination is really funny.

the shoes! theyre just sneakers. comfy!

moving on

i dont actually like this doodle but we're gonna have to bear with it augu

the earrings! theyre little fishies! initially i had different earrings planned but i wanted the fish socks to match with something hdhdhdh

hair tie! august has got the rest of his hair tied up with a little bow. i think its cute bfbdbd

and so you can see what i meant, here's the page of concepts i did!

you can see the cargo pants, the hoodie, as well as the old earring design. i was playing around with the sleeves for a while xhdhhs

plus i got silly with one so maybe ill do smth with that at some point idk idk

[di-diwata]

hii!! spepticle on the character bingo? :3

SPEPTICLE!!!!!!!!

I want his gender (his gender is a silly little guy). His actual aesthetic is okay, but his aesthetic in my head?? THAT FUCKS!! (arcadecore mainly, but bright colours are very much Him.)

Canon is the fact that he hasn't uploaded in 9 months. It's his summer holidays now though so Spepticle content hopefully :33?

Finally! Some people Get Spep so fucking wrong. Is he literally the least threatening, least violent person on Lifesteal?? Yes. Does that mean you should write him as a toddler?? No??? Idk if it's just me, but some fics (mainly on ao3) tend to treat him as a kid? thats really innocent and baby? idk doesn't sit right with me. (I like how you portrayed him in 'How to redeem a villain'.)

Over all? Spepticle has never been my favourite of all blorbos, but He's pretty high up there!!

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

i think you’d find life to be much more enjoyable if you stopped consuming content that makes you write rants that have several paragraphs. maybe you should stop being on the internet actually and find some hobbies that bring you joy…..hope you have a nice life

I still don’t know why people think I don’t have irl friends, or something. that I go out and do stuff with. (Dude I’m actually super happy and have a strong support system of people I love. And I go out and do stuff more than twice a week lol. You guys assume I’m some basement dwelling freak who’s- I don’t even know.- I’m just a completely normal ass guy)

Like, yeah I spend like 4-5hrs online these days but like again it’s a much healthier balance than it used to be.

I’m 100% sure this is about the Hasanabi post, which honestly I was being quite kind with my remarks.

like I wrote 11,000 words worth of stories in just this month alone, a couple paragraphs on tumblr is not even half the in-depth critiques I have.

I just didn’t wanna spend time pulling up all the clips, and hateful vitriol that man spews.

yeah I say it. he’s not very cool headed or a civil man, he yells and screams at polite questions and well meaning people.

I may be snarky and mean spirited but the violent vitriol that man has spewed to people is just not okay and is against everything I stand for in this life.

I’m not “nice” but being kind to others is what matters to me, and if someone is pushing hateful rhetoric or just being an asshole I don’t think it’s wrong to call it out. Honestly I’d @ him on YouTube and ask many questions, which he’d probably yell at me for and call me horrible things and say I should die.

because that’s just how some people are, they’d rather people be hurt and dying than reform or be helped.

again, a kindness is not a niceness.

Many people before me have been nice and also extremely civil when asking well meaning questions and he blew up and said horrible horrible things about them.

and also I do think Hasan is the worst introduction to leftist ideals and theory.

like, fucking anyone else. Like I can pull up some amazing people who encapsulate everything that I want to see in the future, and so much more.

(Crippled-peeper on tumblr, spot-the-antisemitism on tumblr, aloeverawrites on tumblr, valcaira on tumblr, god so many more.)

but again I do not think it is mean nor unkind to have pointed this out to people.

Hasanabi has cultivated a community of ravenous people who at the smell of blood will swarm.

he is not a kind man, he’s actually an asshole, and people who keep saying otherwise have not been DEATH THREATENED by these types of people and fans and these types of leftists.

again this comes from experience and me learning the hard, hard way that people would rather defend someone who’d like to see people like me dead. Then help people towards a better future.

genuinely, again this is a long post wow look.

I’ve been so grossed out by the way Hasanabi talks to people and about people for YEARS now, it’s nice to see I’m not alone about it.

again, he’s not a good guy. He’s an asshole who platforms the wrong types of people and hurts the ones he says he wants to protect.

he uses his fans, the people he says he wants to protect and help, and the people around him. And for what? Vanity?

I’m no idiot, I’m not stupid.

I can read people and despite being autistic as fuck, I’m not fucking stupid.

it’s there in neon signage, and it’s so utterly performative.

again, why are you calling out me?

Who literally just said “he’s an asshole and has literally platformed terrorists”

which is the truth???

why is that so mean or unjust a thing to call out?

you’d do it too i hope.

but just, why do people come out of the woodwork to say “oh this guy who in 4K LITERALLY tells people to kill themselves, and voiced his support for TERRORISTS. Is just a little baby, he’s my blorbo, he’s not an asshole for that. you’re being mean and awful”

like, no. I’m not?

my god, how thin are people’s skin. If I have had to suffer through 100+ people over my lifetime telling me to off myself.

I should get a say in how that is an inhumane and cruel thing to do to people.

like, he’s a dick. He’s not kind, he’s an asshole and I do genuinely hope his twitch and YouTube get banned rightfully for spreading terrorism.

I regret nothing in this life, the people who I’ve helped and the people who I love and value deeply have given me more than enough to keep going.

and I will continue to fight with them and for them.

and yeah Hasanabi is the antithesis of my values, and he should get more shit and more flack for being genuinely just awful.

and I’m not afraid to say it, because I’m a tough motherfucker who’s been through hell already and there’s nothing left of me to feel fear anymore for bully’s and assholes.

they are all bark no bite, they are just sucky.

and honestly I love people and I don’t think Hasan is whatever.

he’s just a big ass asshole who needs to change his tune.

Actually show us he means to help and care for people, I hope he turns a new leaf and realises he’s been awful.

[coffehbeans]

Tales from Immers (Prompt #11)

Prologue | Chapter 1 (you're here)

EDIT 15/07: Helloo guys. So, I was so unsatisfied with how this turned out that I edited it again quite a lot. It's much shorter and less convoluted now, at least I hope so. The first version had too much going on. Anyway, enjoy!

Masterpost of stories and prompts (you can send an ask for a prompt from the list!)

Synopsis: Self-procclaimed prodigy Kylon invented something beyond a man's imagination: the airship. In an attempt to test it out, a failure in his creation brings him to a meeting only heard of in legends, roping Kylon into a hidden story within the woods of Immers.

Rating: PG-13 for descriptions of violence.

AAAAAAAAHHHH Here it is fellas!!! I FINISHED IT NNGGHH *explodes*

Okay I have absolutly no more energy to edit this anymore, so ENJOY! I'm finally introducing this universe's protagonist, and also my favorite blorbo uwu Anyway, onwards to the story!

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Everything was ready.

The engines of the airship functioned perfectly, as he designed them to. The steam releasing from the metal contractions hummed pleasantly, music in his ears. Floating above the structure and attached to the platform was the gigantic rubber-coated fabric filled with hydrogen that would allow it to fly. From a distance, it was a spectacle by itself, a monument of beauty and ingenuity never built before, a creation that came from Kylon’s own, inventive mind. He grinned, excitement bubbling up inside his chest. He hopped on the surprisingly small airship carrying a knapsack on his back, a notebook and a pencil packed in his pockets. The space inside the balloon was too small, after all, it barely fit him on the wooden platform. This test drive would be short, yet fascinating.

“Do you see this, Rosemary?” – he shouted in the open, grassy area towards a ginger figure at the distance. Her long red curls and flowy dress billowed in the wind. Not capable of speaking, she waved at him and signaled with both of her hands:

‘It looks amazing!’

Kylon beamed, happy that his friend shared his contentment. If his invention worked, he would make a bigger, better one, and he would take her with him, hopefully to a better place than where they currently lived in.

Although, compared to their little run-down village, which welcomed foreigners like them with judgmental eyes and displeased scowls, anywhere else seemed a better place.

He fixed the round glasses on his face, pushing them up, and ran a hand across his dirty blonde hair, not doing much to improve the disheveled appearance of his frizzly straight locks, which were pulled back and tied into a high, messy ponytail. Kylon gave a quick look around the airship in order to check if everything was ready for departure. He was approaching the anchor to pull it from the ground, until Rosemary approached him.

‘Are you sure I can’t come with you? It unnerves me that you are traveling alone.’ She motioned with her hands, a frown deepening on her face.

Kylon softened his gaze and smiled.

“You have no need to worry, Rosey. I spent so many months building this little dove, I’m mostly sure she will not fail on me.”

Rosemary inaudibly giggled. ‘She?’

“That’s right! I’m announcing my official marriage with my latest creation, and you’re the most and only esteemed guest!”

They both laughed in unison, but Rosemary’s face quickly fell into worry.

‘I am worried for one thing, though. I know you don’t believe in legends but…Why the Immer Woods?’

Kylon took his eyes from the rope attached to the airship and glanced at his friend. It’s comprehensive that when a rumor is often talked about, people are most inclined to believe it, and since no one has been able to prove creatures from fairytales exist or not, tales such as of the Immers Beast are perfect to fill the imagination of curious but fearful minds.

But Kylon did not believe in fairytales, and after experiencing so many raw and real events in his 19-year-old life, the notion of considering a tall tale capable of stopping his plans were ridiculous. Still, he felt glad for the worry coming from his only friend.

“It’s precisely why no one dares to venture those places that I long to see it and document everything for myself.” – Kylon smiled and touched Rosemary’s shoulder.

“No need to worry, Rosey. When was the last time I nearly died with my inventions?”

‘Um, almost every single one of them?’ She looked wide eyed at him, agitated.

Kylon chuckled. “Well, we all must start from somewhere. This time will be different! You’ll see!”

Rosemary did not have it in her to discourage her friend. So, when he boarded the airship and it slowly soared towards the sky, she smiled and waved farewell, pursing her lips and suppressing the concerned frown that threatened to appear on her face.

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Kylon was flying once again, gliding the fresh wind currents at quicker speeds than he ever thought possible. The flight continued without a hitch, and he guided the airship with a gleeful smile on his face, taking in the fresh air as his creation danced around the blue skies, swinging in a comfortable motion. Kylon took a deep breath and sighed, serenity on his face. After so many failed attempts at a successful airship, he did it. He made a revolutionary invention, not once created by mankind. If he showed it to the high nobility, from any kingdom, perhaps he would be given a high-ranking position, and he would be able to live a better life alongside Rosemary.

However, the kingdom of Immers would not be the place where he’d present his invention, lest his true identity is discovered.

And Kylon did know inside his heart, for he was an honest man, that if he ever had the opportunity to stab a blade against the chest of an Immers soldier, he would do so without hesitation.

He approached the “forbidden” Imore Woods, scoffing at the memory of the funny and exaggerated mythical stories. They said the place was renamed five years ago in honor of the second son of Immers’s baron, Audwin Imore, who disappeared and apparently died inside the misty forest. Kylon also heard from Rosemary that frequent earthquakes could be felt originating from the forest, and that those who dared enter returned traumatized and paralyzed with fear, refusing to speak about what they saw with petrified eyes. Kylon smirked and leaned his arms on the thin wooden balcony. It felt almost funny how because of a tale people refused to see the beautiful landscape the forest provided. Thick, tall trees covered the ground he flew over with evergreen-colored leaves, surrounded by imposing grey mountains. A chilly white mist obscured part of the scenery, and Kylon almost felt tempted to descend right then and there to explore the forest closer.

His wish, to his surprise, came true. An intense wind current surged from the opposite direction of his airship and shook it, almost making him fall towards the ground. Gripping the railing until his knuckles turned white, Kylon carefully made his way towards the engine, seeing that nothing seemed to be broken inside. He looked up at the ship’s balloon, but nothing seemed ripped.

Another strong shaking on the wooden platform made his grip tighter on the fragile support, and Kylon made a mental note to build a stronger platform in the future. The airship twisted and contorted, diving towards the surface.

The construction soon lost balance and descended with fierce tremors, plummeting faster towards the ground. Kylon breathed in and out in, looking at the approaching ground as the biting winds blew his hair and gravity pulled him down. His heartbeat accelerated. He had to jump or the ship could explode with him in it.

“Looks like it can’t fly on its own for long.” He said to himself and sighed, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. Kylon might not admit it to himself, but the favorite part of his failures was almost dying from them, the thrill of danger filling his senses with addictive adrenaline.

He gripped the shoulder straps of his backpack and leaped off the falling airship with a yell, feeling his heart soar with joy as pressure from the Earth took him over. He pulled a string on his backpack to activate the parachute he created for himself, slowing his fall as he descended towards the forest below. The ship crashed with a brassy noise soon after, catching fire upon impact. When Kylon’s feet did as much as graze the ground, he hastily removed the backpack from his back, ignoring any pain or bruise he might have gotten, and sprinted towards the fallen balloon.

“So much time dedicated to her, and now it’s all ruined!” He grumbled and sprinted closer to the crashing site, looking up at his creation as it burned into ashes, ruffling his messy hair with one hand as he paced back and forth. He had to put out the fire somehow, or there would be nothing of his beloved to salvage.

“There must be a river nearby. Or maybe it’ll rain, or something. I’m not even married with my beloved blimp yet and it’s already – “

A strong earthquake quaked under his feet and Kylon stumbled in place.

‘So apparently that part of the legend was real’.

The rhythmic tremors confirmed some veracity of those tales as well, since the ground shook at a steady and resounding pace, causing the trees to sway and branches to fall off their sturdy trunks. He paid no mind to the sound as he steadied himself and strode towards a random direction in the misty woods, hoping to find some sort of water. But then, he remembered there was nothing he could use to carry the water towards the ship. Was his creation ruined forever? No, he could not let that happen.

The tremors got more intense and deafening in sound, causing Kylon to wince. He looked towards the direction of the mountains that loomed in the distance, thinking that perhaps an avalanche was coming towards his direction, in which case he’d have to run as fast as possible. His beloved ship may be dead, but Kylon must not die, at least not yet.

“No, that can’t be it. The mountains are so far away I can barely see them. Then what – “

The ground shook so hard Kylon lost his balance and fell back-first on the grassy ground with a loud yelp. The earth reverberated around him, the ground threatening to collapse as it quaked. In the distant, misty horizon he could make out the silhouette of trees tumbling down towards the ground, adding volume to the pulsating sounds. Kylon was about to get up when he heard a rush of water from his right.

“No freaking way.”

A waterfall had just materialized from the mist over the burning airship, instantly dousing the flames. Kylon was never one to believe in miracles, but this time there was no explanation. It was a miracle, his dearest was safe!

That was when he realized that the waterfall poured out from something, round and brown in color. It resembled a wooden bucket, but massive in size. Only when it creaked and retreated did he notice that something was attached to the monumental object, and it moved.

“What is going on?” He marveled.

He had just gotten up when a heavier earthquake shoved him towards the ground again. Frustration surged within him

“Are you serious?!” He shouted. Kylon sat up and glanced in all directions until his gaze locked onto something directly in front of him.

"My glasses must be broken."he muttered, removing them and placing them back on.

If he wasn’t hallucinating, those were two ginormous boots.

Kylon swallowed and felt his throat dry. The mist must have clouded his vision, making tree trunks appear as boots. Yes, that was the only possible explanation.

A loud clanking sound rattled the earth and he shrieked. Towards him rolled an impossibly gigantic wooden bucket. Water dripped out of it, as the immense object sped up towards him. Kylon screamed and got up, sprinting out of its way.

It was then that it dawned on him. He was not hallucinating.

He felt sweat streaming down his forehead as he slowly turned his head to the massive boots, noticing they were connected to limbs. And up he looked, and up, and up, until he accidentally fell back again towards the ground.

His stomach sank, heartbeat hammering inside his chest.

The thick leather material connected to black cotton pants that towered over the trees, to a torso covered by miles of white woolen fabric. A face was obscured by the pale mist, strands of long, thick hair cascading down the creature’s chest. Peering closely, Kylon could see up in the cloudy distance, and chills crawled down his spine when he noticed the glowing, vibrant shade of blue of the beast’s eyes.

Kylon yelled and shot up, upon which the figure grunted in a deep, echoing voice. It’s real, the tales were right. He sprinted away from it in a straight line, but stumbled when the beast's knees hit the ground with a thunderous boom. Without looking back, he continued his mad dash until colliding with a smooth, pale surface. It was a hand, resting horizontally on the ground, its palm towering over him. Kylon gawked as thick fingers curled around him and obscured his field vision. He attempted to punch and kick his way out, but soon found himself engulfed in darkness, unable to move due to the intense pressure of the colossal flesh. He hissed in pain, his stomach lurching as if it had plummeted to the ground, a result of the creature's sudden movements. He was lifted off the earth, trying to free his arms or squirm himself free, but the leathery skin did not bulge.

A pressure from the giant hand’s movements below Kylon’s feet pushed his head towards the surface and out of the claustrophobic, dark space. He gasped for air and heaved, opening his eyes.

His heart leapt towards his throat.

In front of him was the massive face of the giant. He supposed that was the beast people talked about. Ironic, in the end, it appeared to the person who least believed in it. If Kylon wasn’t so scared, he might have laughed at the absurdity of it all. But what stirred his heart in fear, wasn’t the massive blue eyes of the giant itself, but the piercing glare and the scowl across its face, which was covered in scars. It had ashy brown hair, half of it tied in a high ponytail, its disheveled bangs were parted in the middle and fell on its forehead. It spoke in such a thunderous voice Kylon felt it drumming against his ears and vibrating inside him.

“Trespassing was not enough apparently, you puny human had to bring your trash along with it.”

For a split second, Kylon forgot the fear he was under. ‘Not only was the beast capable of coherent thought and speech, but it had used it to insult my invention?!’ That moment of indignation was enough to stir bravery within him.

“My creation is not trash!” – Kylon yelled and the giant’s eyebrows perked up. “I was flying on it, I fell here by accident!”

He huffed. No way he would let that giant say his breakthrough in mechanics was trash. But considering it lived in those woods, there was not much technology it might be familiar with, anyway.

The giant narrowed its eyes and approached its hand to its face, close enough for him to see his reflection on its pupil.

He made such a huge mistake by speaking up.

“Flew, huh? Why would a human be flying around these parts?” Its breath ruffled Kylon’s hair as it spoke in a low, threatening voice.

“Look, I didn’t know this area was ‘prohibited’, okay? There were no signs as far as I know.”

With that, the giant scoffed and let out a deafening, sarcastic laugh, the loud voice reverberating in his bones and ringing in his ears.

“You sure are a funny one. Do you not understand the danger you are under?”

Kylon felt tension return to his body as he shivered under that icy blue glare.

“W-Well, since it was an accident, c-could you let me go? Then I’ll just pick up my airship, walk out of here, and leave you alone. How about it?”

The grip around him closed in tighter and Kylon yelped in pain.

“You dare suggest I let you go after crashing into my land and setting the forest on fire with your garbage?!” – it bellowed and Kylon wished desperately to cover his ears. The giant sneered. – “No, I’m afraid this will not be possible. I’m taking you and your toy with me.”

With that, the young inventor felt desperation rising within him. No, no no no, he could not be taken away. He had to return home, Rosemary was waiting for him. He struggled in vain under the giant’s suffocating grip.

“N-no! Wait, please! We can talk about it, I’ll do anything! Please, I need to go back!”

His desperate pleas were deafened by the fist that enclosed around him, obscuring his vision. The giant felt the squirming human in his hand, and scowled. Good, he managed to break this one apart as well.

Kylon felt his stomach plummeting once again as the hand lowered. It opened to reveal the inside of a leather pouch attached to its hip, in which Kylon was hastily dropped in. The giant closed the ropes around its opening and Kylon pushed himself to get up, but the uneven surface and the giant’s abrupt movement as it got up made him fall back again. He tried to steady himself but it was futile, as the giant’s steps bounced the bag and threw him around all directions. His breathing became rapid as the scarce air inside the bag suffocated him. No, not yet, he would not panic inside a closed space yet.

Although he could not see anything, Kylon felt the giant hunching over and heard it picking his airship with both hands, folding it with loud cracks until it was sizeable enough to carry with one massive arm. Although the ship was big, he still managed to lift it with one arm alone. Kylon shuddered. Such a monumental being was not meant to exist.

When the giant started walking away from that area, each step echoed in the ground, shaking the earth with the beast’s powerful stride. Kylon forced himself to take deep breaths and concentrate. He had to find a way to escape. Somehow. He mapped on his head the directions the giant was turning, and how many steps it was taking. Kylon did not know how many human steps that equaled to, but he would figure that out eventually. Right now, he only needed to know how to navigate back to the point they previously were.

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The hinge of a door closing indicated the return of her brother. He had to have brought big brother Audwin back, for he had promised her he would play with her dolls later. But when Otilia ran towards the eldest, she only saw the sad look on his eyes

“Where’s Audwin?”

She said with a wobble in her voice, trying to contain her tears. Benedictus’s head shaking sideways was enough for her to know: he was nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry, Otilia.”

She hiccupped and looked down, tears clouding her vision. Her oldest brother’s armored arms embraced her, the cold metal making her shiver.

Her brother was no more, and his promise to her would not be realized.