#outside of just general haughty personalities . hehe

[pestilentbrood]

oh please elaborate the academic drama you've got in your light flight lore, i love these gossips

Unfortunately most of my Light flight lore has got more to do with crazy political drama and one guy being sponsored to commit monstrosities, but You Know What. Here:

Since my light flight lore focuses them more on the past, most of my (willfully academia-brained) guys are historians/scholars/writers/lorekeepers and such like that. They're incredibly at odds with Arcane, who focus more on innovation toward the future.

( This came to a head in one project where a group of Arcane dragons came together with a group of Light dragons to try and map out all that was and all that ever will be, but found neither side could get along for shit. The project included a small town where the researchers/oracles/so-forth stayed, but in the end, things got super wild, religious elements got involved that neither side initially cared for, and everyone ended up exploding (metaphorically) and this may or may not have caused a sort of civil war. )

But don't worry about that. Come with me to the Adherence, a large city in the Sunbeam Ruins (where? Umm. Don't worry about it) that is populated primarily by Pearlcatchers. And everyone here sucks.

All attempts at scholarly discussions end in spitting fights and petty insults, as everyone thinks they're better than everyone else and can never be wrong. And if you're not of Light, or Lightweaver-forbid not a Pearlcatcher, you'll be scoffed and laughed at until you leave.

For example, two of my dragons, Bernadette and Inocenia, are constantly bickering. Bernadette is "Just a Stupid Guard," and therefore cannot be smart and must be very dull and all brawn no brain, and Inocenia is "A Pompous Rich Asshole" who surely relies only on her husband for any good ideas (which is not saying much, because her husband Iuriti is not smart).

Both of them are extremely well-read, studious women who have written long and well-received works in their time, but they have also written their fair share of extremely petty and pretentious diatribes meant just for each other. The spat between the Sunblood's Royal Guard and the Royal Advisor's Wife is one that everyone always tunes in for, because we just gotta see the big important people argue. It's Funny

Mostly it's just Inocenia going "The Intricacies of War ? Haha ! silly stupid strong woman. nobody cares about war because no war is happening. stop writing about wars and what we can learn from them" while Bernadette spits back "You only write about the economy because you control it, drop dead you spiteful old hag" etc

Common conversation quote in the Adherence: "Do I side with the Sunblood or the Rebellion? Mmh I don't get involved in politics. What? Do I side with Bernadette or Lady Inocenia?? WELL, I'll have you KNOW,"

Meanwhile outside of the Adherence, there is Vision, world's most insufferable spiral, currently inhabiting the Incompetence. And he's getting into wild arguments with Riaevis, an old man who claims to have been part of a war that did not exist

[yanderenightmare]

hie!!! just read you're dragon warrior bakugo where he turn into a literal golden dragon, DUDE it was so dark and so poetic I loved it, pleeeaase part two?

I’ve actually had this in the works for some time but didn't think that many were interested hehe, thanks for proving me wrong<3

dragon warrior king ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

goodiebag WARNINGS: trauma, slavery, kidnapping, condescension, anxiety

PART ONE

MUTE AND NUDE - PART TWO

THE KING AND HIS NEW TOY

Floating, flying, dreaming. She felt reality tug at her every now and again, trying to pull her into consciousness, however she was pleasantly drifting with her eyes tightly locked. The smell of mountain daisies in the breeze, she could almost taste the salt of the sea that wafted up there, not entirely sure it was all in her mind. How she wished to see the sea up close once, and not just from afar. To feel the sand between her toes, to laugh nervously at the vastness of it all, all the secrets buried down there, sometimes washing up on the shore like treasure. Her vision trailed the stripe of sand she could spot from her village in the mountains, suddenly imagining herself down there, with a great shadow looming above, the water turning red and thick and boiling before catching fire, she heard screams, cries, the smell of metal and the taste of death, death, death.

She awoke abruptly. Flailing in the air like some knocked lantern. The pixies dodging her kicks and whips, holding onto the gems and paints midair. Currently hand sewing her customized dress, bejeweled with rhinestones and gold, cold smooth brushed lining her skin with art. 

They knew the procedure, Bakugo had a new toy, and she were to be dressed accordingly; royally. 

The pixies swung around her like bees around their beehive, small squeaky voices simmering about and buzzing in her ears. One caught her eye and her flailing subdued then, as the tiny brown-haired brown-eyed fairy blew sickly-sweet dust into her face, nerves somehow forcefully brought to their knees. “I’m sorry.” It seemed to her that the utterance had multiple meanings, as the look on the fairy’s face contorted into one of deep sorrow, as though in mourning for  the unfortunate soul that had fallen into Bakugo’s greedy attention.

Not much dawned on poor girl after that, and if it did, she didn't seem to mind the foreign things happening around her. How she was fussed around with, spoiled even, with flowers and gems and fabrics, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Fitted to perfection and adorned with a small tiara made up of flowers, poppies if she were to guess with the limited knowledge she had through books, as the harsh environment of the mountain doesn't allow for such frail things to grow.

Her doe eyes; softly fluttering every now and again, barely even feeling it, when her feet hit the ground, still bare. Perhaps she didn’t even realize they belonged to her, seeing how they were robbed of their red mud and clay. More and more, steadily coming back to her senses, she remained calm under the pressure of her strange surroundings. Creatures she’d never known existed, colors she hadn’t ever laid eyes on, perfumes that stung her nose in a pioneering act. She remembered death, she remembered fire, and the burning cold of sharp, deadly eyes. She feared that it was those same red eyes she was being prepared for.

Her mouth remained shut. Her silence casting a confusing spell onto the guards, however unaffected the busy pixies swirling about her in a working frenzy. The sounding of a horn didn’t shake her either, however seemed to dismiss the ones nitpicking at her ensemble, as well as signal the guards.

They didn't touch her, but their eyes did well in escorting her to the havoc outside. She didn't see much except for fire and shadow. Yet, mismatched tones of gold seemed to unsettle her even more than the different shades of red. 

She was guided to his side, gestured to sit down on the throne next to his. She didn't faze too much upon her surroundings, managing to keep somewhat of a respectable composure, even as girls and boys from her village caught her eye. They hadn’t murdered everyone it seemed, not the pretty ones at least. They were putting on a show, inexperienced in the art of dance, but no less amusing to the hooded ravagers, she guessed.

She held her tongue and assumed an aura of harmony, therefore not accepting anything given to her. Drink, food, trinkets, they were swarming her as if she were some shrine. She supposed she, more or less, was just that, which was more than what she had been before, but somehow less at the same time. 

The nerves trembled beneath her skin, as she did her best to calm her frightened state. She searched the spread sprawled out before her, wanting to accommodate to the new scenery. However, it proved to be quite difficult, as she felt the intense stare of the boy on her right, his eyes singeing and freezing her all at once. Having not dared look to him yet, the pressure of meeting those eyes of his, too much of a scare.

Sharp jewels stuck into her skin, and although she was used to gravel, they still managed to achieve her discomfort. “Not enjoying yourself?” 

She cleaned up nicely. He could see her complexion clearly now, soft and smooth glowing skin between what raked scratched and gashes marred it. He wanted to pull Kirishima’s teeth out as punishment for biting her arm so ruthlessly, but knew that would be foolish as neither of them could have known of her importance. It could very well have been him who had printed his fangs into her, yet it would more likely have fallen off then.

It took her longer than she’d like to admit before she understood the question was meant for her, and although she could speak, the thought of answering seemed so far out of reach. She didn’t know how he would want to be acknowledged either. What do you say to a King who massacres entire civilizations? What do you even call such a person? The title tyrant came to mind, but it seemed distasteful.

Even if her hesitance angered him, he didn’t let his temper prove it. And when her eyes flickered ever so slightly in his direction, his annoyance more or less faded away; replaced. “You’re thinking of what time will be the best to escape, aren’t you?” 

The hairs on the back of her neck rose at once when she heard his voice again, realizing the moment to answer his previous question had passed, and how he, this time, was accusing her not of ingratitude, but of deserting. 

“Wondering where you will go, where you even are?” She could spot the eerie smile from the corner of her eye. At least his teeth were wiped clean of gore this time, yet… they still managed to make her ears shift in discomfort. “Hmm...” He scoffed, then chuckled a laugh that somehow sounded like thunder, like barking. “Let me help you.” 

He shifted in his seat, leaning in closer to her. His fingers grazing her forearm, causing her to lightly gasp. Claws ever so slightly digging into her skin. 

“You could make a run for it through the foliage of the trees.” She felt the earnest, wanton pressure in his touch, furrowing her brows in both confusion upon his words and in a plead for mercy. “But I should warn you... the forest is much denser and darker and deadlier here, than it is in the mountain.” His voice; so very casual in its threats, the voice of a King. “Even if I felt so generous as to give you a head start, we would probably catch you before the night let up. It wouldn't be much a game for me, but you are welcome to give it a try if you want.” He was taunting, haughty, stroking her arm... almost lovingly. “Besides, any attempt at running in that dress will be a show.” His hot breaths hit the side of her neck in waves, as she felt the still foreign need to say something linger on her tongue, but she swallowed it. “What’s your name?” This was a question she needed to answer, yet… it was also the one question she had no answer to.

“I-” 

That was the first time she’d ever spoken. Sure, she’d sung for him… but that wasn’t her, that was… something else… something inside her, her but not her at all at the same time. 

She didn’t quite know the words, know them as in being comfortable with them. She’d heard them, she knew what they were supposed to sound like, but… they still seemed so foreign on her tongue as she rolled them around in her mouth, teeth grinding together. 

To his surprise, to his complete shock, she turned her head to look at him, face wiped clean of… well… blood, and alongside what panic displayed on her features there was also a look of something he couldn’t quite place, but almost as though she was asking for his help, or his patience as she pieced together the words. He nearly gasped as she placed her small hand over the calloused knuckles of his where he was digging his fingers into her arm, the action so parallel to his intentions, looking up again to be met with her soft eyes as she spoke with even softer words. “I- I ha-ave no na-ame…” She looked awkward, as though she’d bitten her tongue and was preoccupied with the metallic taste of her own blood, looking at him, eyes asking if she were at all understandable.

“Right… no point in giving a mute a name.” His tone was brisk, without anger and it helped with establishing confidence in her as it also aided in answering her question if she was understood or not.

“Wh-” She started, this time seemingly a smidge more confident in her determination. “What do I call you?”

He would be lying if he said it didn't take him aback. And he wasn't one for telling lies.“You’re not like the others.” He announced, small quirk playing on his lips. “Katsuki.”

She was unsure whether she should give it a try or not, trying to mouth it under her breath so he not hear her. “Ka- katsu- ki.”

He gave a sound of acknowledgement, a grunt of some sorts, an eyebrow raised in suspicion at her, watching as her gaze shifted onto the ongoing festivities before the two of them, her chin slightly raising, eyes flittering to perceive things he was sure was for the first time. Her hand remained on his, velvet against sandpaper, as though she found comfort in it, a safety of some sort. He enjoyed the gesture as well as that thought; sinisterly so. Her chastity so desperate in need of corruption, in his eyes.

He made to stand, bored of the display before him. This girl posed more entertainment than anything the circus could give him. “The air is thinner in the mountains…” 

He reached out a hand, gesturing for her to take it. Reluctantly, or rather anxiously, she agreed, wondering what purpose hid in his words. 

“The change of climate will be overwhelming for you.” 

Slightly provoked by his words of condescension, she made to stand her ground, but felt an overbearing weight nest in her mind. 

“You’ll get migraines.” 

She looked confused now, staring at him, a crinkle between her brows. 

“Your body isn’t accumulated to this environment yet.” 

Her mouth suddenly felt dry, as she stumbled slightly. He locked her arm with his, helping her down from the podium. 

“The effects will come soon. Blood pooling in your feet, weighing you down and dragging you to the ground, blood leaving your head, nausea and unbalance.”

He didn’t seem all that effected by what he was saying. Not exactly nonchalant, but amused. 

“Could be you can’t even walk!” He grinned, chuckling when she whimpered, almost falling to her knees. “Your muscles, bones even, not strong enough to carry your own weight.” 

Wincing as he pulled her to a carriage. She couldn’t remember if it were the same one she woke up it. But, something about the atmosphere told her it wasn’t, something about the invasive smell of burnt sugar. 

“You’ll feel the ache in your limbs soon, gravity isn’t generous.” 

Before she knew it, she was placed in a bed, his hand stroking her cold forehead. 

“Especially when you’ve hardly ever felt the full might of its power.” He sounded sympathetic, and in her state she couldn’t tell if it were sincere or not. His hand traveled down her cheek, stroking a thumb over her lips. “There were more things I wanted to establish, but I underestimated the toll the descent would have on your health.” Scarred fingers stroked down her throat. “You’ll have to survive the sick before anything.” Tracing her collarbones. “If you’re strong, the fever will pass before we reach our destination.” Down her chest, as though holding back in savory, where if her eyes were able to focus she’d see him lick his lips. “But... the up and coming days will probably be hell for you.” 

She didn’t feel much of anything after that, except for the foreign warmth accompanying her in her slumber, two large arms tightly locked around her midriff.

[claudemblems]

okie so!! basically I was wondering if I could maybe request seteth becoming like kind of a father figure to the reader? like maybe their dad was abusive and someone yells at them and they kinda panik and hide behind seteth cus they're scared n he realizes what's going on w them? if u dont wanna do that it's fine !! ik everyone has the hots for seteth which I get but I really just want him 2 adopt me 🥺 doesn't have 2 be that specific thing btw!! just dad seteth in general hehe

seteth hours seteth hours seteth hours

Also I just realized Seteth reminds me of my English teacher from senior year 😭 He was always willing to listen to whatever was going on in my life and he told me never to apologize for sharing my life and problems with him. I miss him a lot jkasdja also he had the best sense of humor 11/10 best English teacher I’ve ever had anyways hope you like ur dad!Seteth fluff

“I-I told you, sir, I’m so sorry!”

“Commonfolk like you should be bowing to the ground begging for my forgiveness! Are you so disillusioned that you think a mere ‘sorry’ will clear your name from my retribution?”

“I’ll buy you a new pair of shoes, sir!”

“Hah! Pathetic scum like you don’t even have a penny to their name. Who let you in this academy? Did the Archbishop have compassion for the soggy little mutt outside her doorstep?”

Seteth currently had his hands full dealing with preparations for the upcoming White Heron Ball, seeing to all the details that Lady Rhea was not personally responsible for. After he reviewed the extensive menu with the monastery chefs, he was on his way back to the cathedral when the commotion in the reception hall brought him to a stop. A man was yelling at the top of his lungs, clearly a noble by his choice of words and soured attitude. But Seteth could not recognize who the voice of the young woman belonged to.

“Please, allow me the time to gather enough money to buy you a pair of brand new shoes. I didn’t mean to run into you and spill your wine on it—”

“You didn’t mean to? Oh, child, what if you did? You do know the consequences for trying to ruin a nobleman’s reputation are quite...life-altering, if you will.”

“Sir, please, no—!”

“I believe that is enough, my good sir.”

A hand lightly pressed to your back jolted you from your frozen terror. Seteth stood between you and the noble, acting as a human shield. “I believe you have made enough of a ruckus.”

“That common scum over there ruined my expensive pair of boots that were custom-made by a famous artisan. There is no other pair even remotely similar to these!” The man jabbed a finger towards Seteth as you instinctively clung to his arm, trembling. Seteth glanced down upon your petrified figure, a frown on his lips as he addressed the noble once again. 

“In Garreg Mach Monastery, we approach one other with mutual respect and understanding. Right now you are harassing one of our students in her own home and using despicable language to get your point across. The Archbishop does not take such lack of respect and integrity lightly.”

“What’s your Archbishop gonna do, execute me?”

“If you go against the church, she will not hesitate to bring righteous judgment onto you.”

The man’s eyes widened briefly before he assumed his haughty expression, rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue. “She can do whatever she likes, but I am getting reimbursed for my ruined shoes.”

“What is it that you want?”

“Give me the girl. She can earn her wages at my estate.”

Your grip on Seteth’s arm tightened as you slowly stepped behind him, your chest rising and falling quickly as you began to heave in breaths. Seteth must have seen your face go ghostly pale as he then held you by your shoulders, trying to keep you upright.

“You will not take any student of ours to your estate. We can reimburse you for the price of the shoes, but if you have any more ridiculous comments to add, you can speak to the Archbishop herself. I guarantee you that you will leave with a much less desirable offer.”

The noble held Seteth’s stare for several moments before stomping away in the other direction, his personal guards bowing in apology before rushing to accompany him home.  

Seteth turned his attention back to you, brows furrowed. “Are you all right?”

You couldn’t manage to speak through your terror, so you just shook your head.

“Come. I am headed back to the cathedral. Let us talk more there.”

The whole way there Seteth let you cling onto him, watching as you flinched at every loud noise or stepped back when passerby got too close for comfort. He’d only seen glimpses of you around the monastery, but he’d noticed that you were usually outgoing and friendly, radiating joy wherever you went. That man had definitely done more than just make you uncomfortable with his yelling.

After dropping off some papers in Rhea’s office, he brought you to his own, having you sit down in a seat across from him. You were fiddling with your fingers, eyes focused on the ground. 

“I am sorry that man treated you in such a way. You would think nobles would conduct themselves in a befitting manner, but, in truth, they often act like pompous fools. That is the sad reality.” You didn’t tear your eyes from the ground, still unable to muster the strength to speak. “I see that you are still trembling. I believe his yelling must have brought back some sort of unpleasant memories.”

You bit your lip, taking in a deep breath before you finally convinced yourself to meet Seteth’s eyes. “He reminded me of my father.”

Seteth’s eyes widened slightly. “Your father?”

“Yes. My father…” Tears began to well up in your eyes and you struggled to keep your breathing even, clenching your hands in your lap. “My father has always been verbally abusive to me. I am absolutely scared to death of him. My mother and siblings used all the money they had earned from their jobs to send me here so I wouldn’t be subject to his vulgar words and screaming anymore…”

Tears began falling down your cheeks before you could stop them. Your whole body shook with each sob that ripped from your throat as you tightly gripped the handles of the chair, afraid that you’d pass out if you didn’t keep yourself grounded to reality.

“I don’t know why, but...I just felt like you’d keep me safe,” you choked out. “You’re always so kind to everyone, and...I knew that if I reached out for help that you would protect me.”

“I would never let such a vile person speak to you in such a way,” Seteth assured, rising from his seat and crouching down beside you. “No one deserves to be treated like that. Your mother and siblings are good people to think about your mental well-being and try to give you a better life. You are surrounded by people here at the monastery that will not hesitate to protect you from the wickedness of the world.”

You collapsed into Seteth’s arms, crying into his shoulder. “T-Thank you.”

Tears began to well up in his own eyes as he rubbed your back. He began to imagine how he would feel if that was his own child going through this abuse, especially from someone that was supposed to protect them and keep them safe. His heart broke whenever he saw Flayn cry at the smallest things. He couldn’t fathom how broken and helpless he’d feel if someone traumatized her like this.

“You are a strong soul, do you know that? Despite all that you have gone through, you persevere. You are an anchor to your friends, a protector, someone that brings smiles to the faces of everyone she meets. You are a warrior for enduring all this suffering.”

Seteth took you by your shoulders, meeting your eyes. With one hand, he gently patted your head and offered a warm smile. “You are safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Thank you, Seteth...You’re like the dad I never got to have.”

Seteth brought you back into his arms and hugged you tight against him, not wanting you to see the tears streaming down his face at your words. He was already so blessed to be a father to Flayn. Now he had one of the students looking up to him for protection, feeling safe in his presence. Comforted. Loved. Things you’d never received from your own father.

He swore to the goddess that he would take care of you and give you the happy, peaceful life that you deserved. You were a precious soul, and he would not let the world take that innocence away from you. Seteth vowed he would watch over you until the day you had a safe and secure future waiting before you.

[seabunnii]

1, 4, 5, 11, 18, 20, 37, 41, 44, 50, 55, 66, 77, 87, 94, 98 - Alexis and Nysaris.

you are amaazzziiiinngggg

1. What do they smell like?Alexis: A bakery! Usually very sweet - he eats a lot of candy =v=

Nysaris: Salt - like an ocean’s beach. That really refreshing smell! Like every beach perfume/spray/lotion hehe Cx

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?Alexis: it’s like a never ending thing of each new memory being more embarrassing than the last this boy definitely had a “edgy” phase in middle school/high school

Nysaris: This boy knows no shame. Okay, no, seriously, probably throwing an overdramatic temper tantrum when he was younger - he is a spoiled prince after all. Actually...probably more embarrassing would be the one he threw, as an adult, upon being told he’d have to marry the prince of the djinns. 

5. How do they deal with/react to pain? Alexis: As a zombie it’s a lot harder for physical sensations to actually get through so it takes a lot to actually hurt him and well...feeling something is better than nothing so actually rather pleasurable (listen I am realizing in horror the way I have to be like sorry my horrible, horrible children are kinky fuckers)

Nysaris: Okay, for him, it’s like - pain that is just like being attacked/getting hurt outside of the bedroom is bad and he’s adverse to it, but he’s prideful as hell and would never show that he’s hurt. However, like, he’s, he also wouldn’t openly admit this but he’s definitely responds positively to biting/fighting/scratching/etc. in bed |D;;

11. What do they feel most insecure about?Alexis: EVERYTHING like where to even start. But above all it’s probably looks - since they’re a dead give away that he’s, well, dead. And that’s something that really bothers him because he feels it makes him not worth living people’s time :’D

Nysaris: ...in the exact opposite absolutely nothing. ...Hm okay on the outside he is very, very secure in everything about himself, but probably more insecure over whether he’ll be able to do his job for his people as their prince and fake his relationship with his husband to keep up the treaty/peace. (at least eventually it won’t be faked and then he’ll be like “Oh, that’s right, I’m amazing and perfect”)

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?Alexis: Alternative rock mostly, like Fall Out Boy, Panic!, throw in some Mumford & Sons, etc., and his favorite band is Say Anything

Nysaris: His own singing

20. Fears?Alexis: Being hated/abandoned

Nysaris: uh Djinn, ‘cause like they used to hunt merpeople. Has so far only become not afraid out of his husband out of sheer spite/knowing as much as they fight they are in this together. however, still pretty much harbors a lowkey fear for all the other djinn he’s living with |D;

37. When was the last time they cried?Alexis: Probably just some moment of being alone after he’s come back to life and isolating himself for “the good” of his family and being frustrated and alone and not knowing what to do (it wouldn’t be sobbing just those silent bitter tears)

Nysaris: Again, out of pride, not very likely to cry and again, would never admit it - probably had some angry crying after learning he wouldn’t have a say in his marriage since marriage is like a big important thing to merfolk (like you marry your true love, you don’t have affairs etc.)

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues? Alexis: OH BOY HOWDY. Anxiety, mostly, and minor depression, among other things. This boy is...not doing great. But he’ll be good eventually. I promise I’m not just mean to him.

Nysaris: ...gosh I feel so bad having these two contrasted against each other because like not really. Like, you could maybe say he has some anger issues from trying to put on the “aloof and serene” expected merperson air, but like he’s actually doing pretty good mental health wise.

44. Why might someone love them?Alexis: Because he loves back with his whole self - and even though he’s selfish sometimes he is kind, and is genuinely about helping other people and trying to make people happy. And it’s so obvious he’s trying so hard to be loved and can’t love himself, but it’s like, really easy to see all the good things in him that he can’t see! And he’s a very good cook so like, delicious food.

Nysaris: Because, well, he is beautiful - as merpeople are basically made to be. He’s enchanting and alluring, his voice is charming - but under all that he’s so determined in everything. You know in Zootopia that moment when Judy says “He’s right about one thing, I don’t know when to quit.” and she says it pridefully even though it’s usually an insult - that’s like, a very good representation of Nysaris. He does not know when to quit and you’re not going to tell him he can’t do or be something. Also, under all the haughtiness and better-than-thou stuff, he’s a softie - and playful, and also, very, very good at loving back.

50. When is their birthday?Alexis: October 31st! (I know I’m a very lame person yes his birthday is Halloween listen;;;; it’s been that since I first created him I can’t change it now)Nysaris: (me panicking, realizing I haven’t thought of this) uhhhh fuck the universe he’s in probably doesn’t even have the same calendar/merpeople probably don’t have the same calendar I’d say probably in winter though?? :’D

55. What is their zodiac sign? Alexis: Scorpio

Nysaris: again like the last question probably not applicable :’D I’m really tempted to say pisces cause well...fish...but, do dates work? (checks date) ok yes pisces is in winter that’s it x3

66. How do they feel about sex? Alexis: Enjoys; however, will also use to make himself more likeable Nysaris: .........veeerrryyyyy much enjoys.....>v>;;;

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?Alexis: douche canoe (I had a friend who used to say this and I loved it and also it seems like something ridiculous he’d say), and actually, not so much. or he keeps it to himself.

Nysaris: HAHA oh where to begin. Brute, monster, stupid, uncivilized, unsophisticated, barbaric, idiot, insufferable.....listen this could be a long list. And yes. Yes he insults people a lot. (Well, he’s diplomatic when situations call for it. But definitely will gossip if he knows it’s entirely safe. Will also insult his husband openly so long as they’re not in front of other people |D;; )

87. What is their age?Alexis: 21-23 range listen I never pin things down

Nysaris: Merpeople have different life spans from humans and I haven’t thought of this beyond he’s definitely an adult (probably equivalent of like mid 20s)

94. Outlook on life?Alexis: Tries to crush down the naive hope that things will be better, tries to be a pessimist/realist but underneath it is always just a little bit of an optimist.

Nysaris: That things should be perfect for him. A little bit well, negative, since the marriage but that will change and in general a rather positive attitude.

98. Something that they regret?Alexis: Leaving his family when he returned to life. Also, dying in the first place.

Nysaris: Some harsh words to his husband that weren’t exactly fair given they were both in the same position, and he was wrong to assume some things. ...And honestly he’ll end up with a lot more of these before they start playing nice ^^;;

Wuhhhh thank you again