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antlermoss · 10 months ago

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I wanted to try my hand at a warrior OC generator. This one is pretty long, user beware! If you end up drawing or using them, please tag me, I would love to see them.

Welcome to the Beyond, friend, where souls are created and sent to the world below. It’s time to begin a new incarnation.

We’ll start with their name. Choose the first letter of your chosen name.

A - Antler

B - Bee

C - Coyote

D - Deer

E - Egret

F - Ferret

G - Golden

H - Hawthorn

I - Indigo

J - Jackdaw

K - Kite

L - Lily

M - Mossy

N - Newt

O - Oleander

P - Pine

Q - Quail

R - Robin

S - Silk

T - Tansy

U - Umber

V - Viper

W - Wolf

X - Ox

Y - Yarrow

Z - Zinnia

Good, this will be the cat’s prefix. Next, let’s choose their appearance. Choose your favorite season, then the month of your creation. (Up for interpretation, your birthday or any other date important to your identity.)

New-Leaf

January - White and Gray

February - White and Cream

March - Lilac

April - Fawn

May - Cinnamon

June - Ivory

July - Sand

August - Orange and white

September - Silver gray

October - Warm gray

November - Cool gray

December - White

Green-Leaf

January - Chestnut

February - Ash

March - Mahogany

April - Orange

May - Golden

June - Pale yellow

July - Gray and cream

August - Amber

September - Bronze

October - Copper

November - Fiery orange

December - White and yellow

Leaf-Fall

January - Taupe

February - Warm black

March - Copper

April - Bronze

May - Mahogany

June - Pine

July - Russet

August - Brown and orange

September - Black and cream

October - Orange and black

November - Black and White

December - Cool black

Leaf-Bare

January - Black and White

February - Cool silver

March - Stony blue

April - Lilac

May - Black and gray

June - Blue

July - Dark blue

August - Dark gray

September - Warm silver

October - Steely gray

November - White

December - Black

This will be their pelt color.

Next, Look to the skies. They will inform the cat's eye color.

Cloudy - Pale green

Sunny - Amber

Raining - Bright green

Storming - Vibrant yellow

Snowing - Blue

Sleet - Blue-gray

Foggy - Icy blue

Windy - Hazel

Raining while Sunny - One blue eye, one yellow.

Which temperature are you most comfortable at? This will determine the cat's coat length.

0 to 15 °C - Long fur

16 to 25 °C - Medium fur

26 to 37 °C - Short fur

The soul now has a body. It is time for its fate to be decided. The sky will inform your decision once more, look to the moon.

New moon - Healer - This cat will heal their clanmates

Crescent moon - Hunter - This cat will keep the clan well-fed and fight when necessary

Quarter moon - Camp keeper - This cat maintains the camp and cares for the kits

Gibbous moon - Warrior - This cat defends the borders and their clanmates

Full moon - Leader - This cat will lead the clan

Meteor Shower - Gifted - This cat is gifted with a strange ability from Starclan.

Hm? You wish to know of the position of "Deputy"? Fate cares not who holds that title if they are not to become a leader. Your cat is now Ambitious.

A cat's destiny informs the suffix chosen. Roll a D12 and choose the suffix from the corresponding fate.

Healer

1 - Petal

2 - Leaf

3 - Stem

4 - Shade

5 - Pool

6 - Moon

7 - Cloud

8 - Mist

9 - Bark

10 - Web

11 - Rain

12 - Stalk

Hunter

1 - Feather

2 - Flight

3 - Shade

4 - Fall

5 - Leap

6 - Shadow

7 - Eye

8 - Ear

9 - Splash

10 - Spring

11 - Tail

12 - Wind

Warrior

1 - Claw

2 - Fang

3 - Burn

4 - Flame

5 - Storm

6 -Hawk

7 - Tooth

8 - Jaw

9 - Bite

10 - Blaze

11 - Scar

12 - Howl

Camp Keeper

1 - Mask

2 - Tuft

3 - Down

4 - Belly

5 - Heart

6 - Flower

7 - Patch

8 - Light

9 - Fern

10 - Mane

11 - Dapple

12 - Muzzle

*Leader's suffix is Star, but may vary by region.

Gifted

1 - Wish

2 - Sight

3 - Wing

4 - Frost

5 - Song

6 - Dream

7 - Dusk

8 - Dawn

9 - Omen

10 - Spark

11 - Moon

12 - Hollow

The soul is almost ready. Roll a D20 to determine at least one characteristic. You may roll up to three times, and reroll once.

1 - Six Toed

2 - Ear Tufts

3 - Deaf

4 - Long Claws

5 - Rosettes

6 - Stripes

7 - Twisted Paw

8 - Patchy Fur

9 - Excellent Listener

10 - Stalks Silently

11 - Blindness

12 - Three Legged

13 - Exposed Fangs

14 - Excellent Swimmer

15 - Beautiful

16 - Became a Healer despite destiny

17 - Became a Warrior despite destiny

18 - Became Leader despite destiny

19 - Clumsy

20 - Bobbed Tail

The soul is ready. Place them in the clan that suits them best, be it in the Lake territories or elsewhere. Their story is in your hands now.

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sylseal · 2 years ago

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Sam's Bad Day, Part 4/4 (D&D fiction, ~3.7k words)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3. Thank you for reading <3)

Sarghun shot up in his bed, cold sweat broken out across his body, the older orc gasping for air and his body full of adrenaline. After a moment of realizing he was safe in his home, however, he rubbed his face and sat up on the side of the bed, staring out the window at the moon. Another nightmare about that little town had plagued him.

"Love...?" he heard a quiet mumble, and a hand came to rest on his shoulder. His wife, Lugash, had been woken from his stirring, it seemed. He put a hand on her own and smiled,

"I'm alright, I'm alright, I promise. Go back to bed."

"Another nightmare...?" she asked, more insistent this time. Sarghun went quiet. She sighed, "Well, I know you aren't going back to sleep, so I'm not either. I'll start to make some tea?" she offered, starting to sit up so she might stand.

"I-" he wanted to argue, but Lugash was already halfway up, giving him a knowing smile as she left the bedroom. He hated to impose, but Lugash loved to insist. Throwing on a shirt and some pants, he eventually joined her out in the living room, running his hand along her mess of wild black locks. "...Thank you," he finally said, staring at her for a long moment, simply admiring. She smiled back, and for a moment, everything was alright, and the world was at peace.

Then, there was a sudden, violent knock at the door. Sarghun's stomach twisted into knots.

"At this hour? Who's that...?" Lugash asked, but he shook his head,

"Don't know. I'll check and see, keep the tea on." with the bad feeling still in his stomach, Sarghun walked to the door, and opened it a crack.

It was Rhogar.

He was shirtless, with the only thing covering his chest being a symbol made using what smelled like the blood of an ox, a glyph in orcish that said "War." Tension filled Sarghun's body, and he stood tall as he opened the door fully. He knew what that symbol meant, and what Rhogar being shirtless meant. A duel. A tradition for usurping the clan leader since the beginning of their people. Gruumsh had taught the orcs; if an orc was not mighty enough to hold his position in one-on-one combat, without his weapons or allies to help him, then he did not deserve either of them.

"Commander," Rhogar growled in archaic, formal orcish, "I hereby challenge your authority over the clan. I would test you in a battle of physical and martial skill, to be witnessed by an impartial group of your fellow warriors, with the price of loss being death, and the reward of victory being the takeover of your position as commander, as is tradition. Do you accept?"

"Rhogar," Sarghun spoke carefully and softly, looking Rhogar dead in the eyes, "...Please, do not do this, I beg of you. We are so close to being free of her influence, we just need a bit more time-"

"Do. You. Accept?" Rhogar's features hardened, and he stood straight up, face cold. Sarghun holds that stare for a moment, still tense, before at last he lets out a sigh, resigned.

"...I accept. May Gruumsh strike me down with his spear if I lie." A nod from Rhogar, who turned and began to walk away. In the middle of the clan's temporary settlement, the "town square," as it were, there was a ring of other orcs, all holding torches up. Sarghun turned to Lugash, who looked at him worriedly.

"...Sarghun, are you sure?" She whispered, and he sighed,

"No." He began removing his shirt, feeling his old bones ache deep inside, as Lugash approached, "But I do not seem to have a choice. I will be back soon, love." She put a hand on his cheek, her face hardened.

"...Do what you must, and do so without regrets." He gave a small nod, though he knew he would be unable to fulfill her request entirely. He certainly did not want any of this. She let her hand fall, and Sarghun prepared to head outside.

As he approached the circle's center, silence rang out, deafening, over the arena. Rhogar was only illuminated by torchlight, but Sarghun saw him clearly regardless. His instincts demanded he see him, or he might die.

"We begin on the count of three," Rhogar growled, and put his hands up as if he were going to throw a punch. Sarghun did not.

"One." He began to step closer. Sarghun didn't move.

"Two." They locked eyes, and Sarghun bared his teeth.

"Three."

Rhogar was faster, running towards Sarghun, but Sarghun was more experienced. He saw Rhogar pull back a fist, and dove down, letting out a roar as he charged. He tackled the younger orc's legs out from under him, and hefted him into the air. Sarghun snarled while Rhogar attempted to elbow him in the back. Sarghun just ignored the pain, it being dulled after years of his body having weathered far worse. At the apex of his lift, Sarghun slammed Rhogar down to the ground, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Not sparing a moment of hesitation, Sarghun moved to sit on Rhogar's stomach, his center of mass, to pin him down. Rhogar put his hands up to block his face, but Sarghun reared back and slammed a fist into Rhogar's chest, again, and again, and again, until Rhogar was wheezing for air.

"Give--in!" Sarghun cried out between punches, "Surrender now, and I--may--be--merciful!" Was it a warning or a plea? Sarghun himself didn't really know. He just knew his heart hurt, and he hated every moment of this.

He knew Rhogar's husband and their children. He would have to face them after this. However, he forcibly pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, focused only on the fight. Those thoughts made him hesitate, and Rhogar landed a pretty good punch to the face as a result. Sarghun felt his nose break from how hard Rhogar walloped him, but he didn't move, and instead used the chance to retaliate, and keep the air from Rhogar's lungs with another punch.

"Never," Rhogar gasped, throwing another punch, but without any breath to back it up, it wasn't nearly as strong, and so Sarghun darted his head to the side, letting it sail past. "Ivory is--a monster! An evil, manipulative creature! I will not let her destroy all the honor you--you have worked to build! I will not allow it!" In the moment Rhogar next tried to punch his face, Sarghun grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the cold, hard earth, knocking the energy out of him this time, and momentarily stunning him. Sarghun reared back to start laying into his face...

"Ahem!" A feminine voice interrupted, loud enough to get both of their attentions, and, at the edge of the circle, there stood Ivory, clad in black armor, pale skin nonetheless visible against the black night, and red hair glowing with hellfire. She had this shitty little smirk on her face as she stepped forwards. "I hate to interrupt this bit of, ah, tribal grandstanding, but...you may wish to know that I have found the item. It is within Veldin City, about a day and a half's travel from here. All signs point to it being there...and it has been there since we got back from that dingy little backwater."

Sarghun's eyes went wide, and he looked to Rhogar, who looked confused and in disbelief.

"I...I do not trust it!" Rhogar called, and Ivory guffawed,

"I," she grinned, "don't give a damn what your insignificant little brain believes. It is the truth."

"Rhogar," Sarghun said, getting his subordinate's attention, and seeing an opportunity here. "Ivory is a miserable little wench who deserves to go rot in the abyss." Ivory let out an offended scoff, but Sarghun trampled over it. "But, we have an opportunity here. This is it. This is our chance to wipe away the debt with her once and for all. Let us not waste it by killing each other and putting the clan at half-strength for the raid." Rhogar was, for a moment, silent.

"..." Gritting his teeth, he hissed, "...If it is not done after this..." he warned, and Sarghun nodded,

"If it is not, I will step down, and exile myself. I will not stop you, if it continues after this. Agreed?" Staring up at him for a moment longer, Rhogar nodded.

"...I agree." A wave of relief swept through Sarghun's body, and he stood up, looking to Ivory.

"Show me this city. Rhogar, get the warriors ready. We have one day to prepare, then tomorrow morning, we ride for this Veldin City, to finish this once and for all."

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Over the next couple of days, Sam and Riley trained with weapons and magic both; it wasn't much, but Sam was good with a sword, and took to the training quickly. And, thanks to her sorcerous bloodline, she also was a talented mage, too. She quickly learned that she had access to a handful of spells, most of them having to do with light or fire or using the light inside her in some meaningful way.

Then, on the third day, as they were eating lunch...Riley suddenly blinked and looked up...and her face went pale.

"Ri?" Sam blinked, finishing her food, "Everything okay?"

"The--" she swallowed hard, "The city's under attack, by a band of orcs. There's a devil with them. The guard is calling all adventurers to come and lend their aid." Sam's face grew serious, and there was a weird knot in her gut.

"Sounds like a good time to test out my new skills with a weapon, don't you think?"

"Orcs are serious business, Sam," she warned, "Especially if they have a devil with them." Sam grinned and nudged her,

"Yeah, that's why I'll bring you along!" Riley had a serious expression on her face, but sighed.

"...Oh, sure whynot. Worst that happens is we have to flee, right?"

"That's the spirit!" Sam grinned, putting on her scarf and starting outside, with Riley shortly joining her soon thereafter, as the two got ready to make their way to the section of the city under attack.

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When they arrived, they first smelled smoke. Then, Sam made a face, turning to Riley as they walked,

"Okay, come on, you have to smell that."

"No?" Riley blinks, "Aside from the smoke, you mean? No."

"It's--it reeks of rotten e--" Sam blinked in realization, and then her face contorted to one of pure rage. "...It reeks of rotten eggs. Like home." Riley's face paled, and she slowed to a stop, as they stood among the rubble.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this, Sam. Fighting while angry, it...it's a really bad idea."

"I don't care. I need to know why this happened, Ri." Light flooded her veins and fury screamed in her heart as she spoke, magic building inside her. "I need to know why they did this. Are you with me, or not?"

"I...fuck, Sam. Okay, yeah, I'm with you. Just, don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"I won't. Promise," Sam smiles, and Riley sighs, before falling into lockstep with her best friend as she started off towards where the smell was getting stronger. They passed by people running from the threat, or screaming to get away. Then, as they saw where the smoke was billowing from, they saw her.

It was just the devil; a woman with pale skin, deep ruby red lips, glowing red hair, two big red wings jetting out from her back, and wearing black armor. In her hand was a wicked-looking, spiked short sword. Her eyes, of course, were pitch black. She, Sam surmised, was the source of the smell.

Riley had her harp ready in one hand, short sword in the other. Sam's fingers squeezed tightly around a longsword Riley had bought for her, and she approached as the devil looked up at her. The woman's face contorted into a scowl.

"There it is," she hissed, making a motion with her hands and whispering some strange words in a deep hiss. Suddenly, shadows flew into her weapon, and formed an extended blade, turning it into a shadowy longsword.

In response, Sam focused on the energy within, and felt the light inside her surge forth like a tidal wave, surrounding her body in a protective barrier of pure sunshine, which quickly forged itself into a suit of golden, translucent armor. Like this, the scarf appeared as a glowing half-cape, and Sam looked like a regal warrior right out of a fairy tale.

"You..." the devil balked, "you used it!? You unworthy, insignificant bitch! You actually had the gall to use Bariel's Cloak! Do you even know what that scarf you're wearing is?" Sam's rage was bubbling up, and she wanted to scream, but Riley's words echoed in her mind.

Fighting while angry is a really bad idea.

Maybe leading with anger out in the open was a terrible idea, too. Better yet, maybe she could piss the devil off instead.

"I sure did," Sam hissed, "What's it to you, devil? I know for a fact that you don't own this scarf. I don't even know your name. In fact, why don't you give me your name? After all, I'll need something to engrave on your tombstone."

"For your information, little heavenspawn," the devil responded with such venom that Sam could almost taste it off the words, "I am called Ivory, an Erinyes, here on business for Lord Asmodeus! That scarf is stolen property of his majesty and the Nine Hells, and I will see it returned to us!"

"Oh really?" Sam held her weapon with both hands now, raising it to prepare for battle, "Seems like an awfully holy thing to belong to such a miserable creature as you or your lord. So thanks," her eyes began to glow, "but I think I'll keep it."

"You have even less right than its original owner did to keep it!" the devil snarled, lifting into the air, "And you couldn't even hope to keep it from me, even if you wanted to!" with a scream, she flew at Sam, weapon bared. Suddenly, as Sam focused, glowing, holy light engulfed her weapon, and she drew it upwards just at the last moment, letting out a shout of satisfaction as the two blades crashed together and locked in that position.

What Sam did not notice, however, was the appearance of a white, gold-glowing spirit, the same that had appeared in her dream, floating just behind her, guiding her hand and peering over her shoulder.

The Erinyes saw it, though.

"Bariel," Ivory hissed, looking at the spirit instead of Sam. The spirit did not reply, simply staring back at her, "Even in death, your essence cannot help but be a nuisance, hmm? You had no right to ascend, and you certainly have no right to interfere when we try and get back what-" in the midst of her talking, however, once Sam had heard enough, she reared a hand back,

"You should really," she growled, voice turning to a low roar, "pay attention to who you're fighting!" That light inside, it filled Sam's entire being now, overflowing like a pipe without a release. That light grew and grew in intensity, becoming so potent inside of her that it burned Sam's flesh from the inside out. Light poured out of her eyes, white jets of flame burned out from between her teeth, and beneath her chest, it was like someone stuck the world's brightest lantern inside her.

Just a small piece of that flaming light rocketed into Sam's fist, but it was more than enough to cause white fire to fill her palm and swirl around her arm. In a single motion, Sam threw her fist forwards, socking Ivory square in the jaw with so much force it caused an explosion to ring out.

Howling, the Erinyes held the side of her face as radiance stung it, forever marring it. However, she was quick to get up again, snarling,

"You little shit! You think you can just interfere like this?! You have no right to even exist!" Again, she flew through the air at Sam, but this time, Sam intended to meet her. With a grunt, Sam crouched, and leaped into the air, both hands on her blade. She was on perfect trajectory to meet Ivory's blow. And although Sam's longsword was nonmagical, that glowing light extended outwards, spiraling into the blade and causing the material to crack from the intensity of the holy magic that filled it.

In that moment, though she was a sorcerer, Sam's heart sang like any true paladin's in an oath to make her parents proud, an oath of devotion. Not only that, but, like any good paladin, Sam had realized the full potential of her inner, divine light, and was bending it towards a singular purpose. She knew, in that moment, that she existed for one reason alone:

To Smite Evil.

The instant their weapons collided, there was a great cracking sound, as both immediately shattered, and the shockwave of their great clash caused several burned buildings to collapse in on themselves. Sam was thrown back, as was Ivory, with both of them falling to the ground as ruined fragments of metal scattered this way and that.

Sam scrambled to her feet, as did Ivory. Riley appeared from behind Sam, at that moment, with numerous men and women in white armor joining her, all bearing holy and magical weaponry. It seemed reinforcements had arrived. A magical song rang out as Riley healed Sam, and Ivory looked over all of them, now starting to back up. Suddenly, she stopped--she was held in place, a golden spell circle forming on the ground around her. One of the paladins was stood up straight, a hand outstretched towards Ivory.

At that moment, Sam saw an orcish man approach from behind Ivory, with orange-red armor and with a hammer in his hands. He looked between the Erinyes, and Sam, and when he looked at her...he nodded, then turned away and left. Not even Ivory's own reinforcements wanted anything to do with her. Sam snorted at the irony, before she focused in on the devil once more.

She had horror in her eyes, something Sam couldn't help but find joyous. Sam began walking toward her, but someone put a hand on her chest. Not Riley, but a tall, broad individual, built like a wall, and wearing bright white armor with a symbol of a woman with burning wings, dancing in a golden flame on the chestplate. One of the paladins--their leader?

"Hold," a woman's voice emerged from the helmet, "She's currently being held, and will soon be bound so she can't influence or hurt anyone ever again. More than that, she is worth more alive than she is dead. Whoever you are acquiring vengeance for would not, I think, want you to lose yourself to that vengeance. Do you?" Sam glared up at her, seething, then glanced between the individual and the beaten erinyes. The light inside of her slowly settled and quelled. She didn't see how everyone gave her a wide berth when the light was active, nor how it singed the paladin leader's cloak. Instead, she just sighed, closed her eyes and turned away, saying to the paladin leader,

"Fine, just...please get her out of my sight." She started to walk off, not even waiting for a reply, and a few moments later, Riley jogged up to join her. Sam felt drained, like a sudden drop off in her energy came over her. She took a moment to put together what she knew from what Ivory had said.

First, this scarf used to belong to a former devil called Bariel, who ascended, possibly to celestial status? Bariel put some of her power into her cloak, which, Sam could only assume, eventually became the scarf. Ivory was sent to retrieve the scarf, which, for some reason, was in the possession of the Cinderbrook family. Then, when it passed to Sam, it activated the inherent magic inside her, and through a combination of her own abilities, and, she suspected, the spirit of Bariel inside the scarf, Sam had been able to ward off Ivory, who those paladins seemed to have pretty well-in-hand.

Part of her suspected her family didn't want to be an adventurer to hide her from Ivory's pursuits. Ironically, her leaving saved her life. But, why, then, had her mom sent her the scarf...? Was it really just because she wanted her to have it...?

Sam focused. She needed to find out more about herself. About that order of paladins. About just who her family really was, but, more than any of that, she needed to affirm something, for herself.

"Hey," she said, "Riley?"

"Yeah?" Riley replied immediately, looking ready to do anything for her. Sam gave a soft grin,

"...I've decided. I want to be an adventurer. Not just so I can make my parents proud, though that's a big part of it," she looked down at her hands, and saw she was still holding the shattered hilt of the longsword, "but also for myself. I want to find out the mysteries of my family, but I also want to go on adventures so I can explore the world, and find out why I'm really here. For a moment, during the fight, I...I was so sure that that was where I belonged. That fighting Ivory, fighting against evil, it was exactly where I was supposed to be." After a moment, she looked up to ask, "And, uh...I know your last party ended badly, but, I...I'd really like it if you were there by my side while I figured this stuff out. What do you think?" Sam was terrified of her response.

Thankfully, Riley always did have trouble saying "no" to her. The elf simply smiled sweetly, and stopped to pull Sam into a tight hug as the armor faded from the sorcerer's body, and she hugged back, very tightly.

"...I think that's a really noble idea, Sam. Of course I'd love to help. Just, do me one favor?"

"Yeah?"

"No more fighting devils entirely on your own, okay? If I hadn't gotten those paladins' attention, we may have been in serious trouble." Sam let out a sigh, breathing in the smell of Riley's perfume, a smell that got her to relax almost instantly, as she laughed in response.

"I think I can do that, yeah...now, let's go home."

#Sam's Bad Day #D&D fiction #Dungeons & Dragons #original fiction #fantasy fiction #my weary little bones #I love this but oh my god so much for a character backstory never again

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satsuha · 2 years ago

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long ass seiyasu rambling

i think the kind of rarepair that is like "they're in the same general group but aren't shown interacting much" is my fave kind bc there are parts of their lives that are shared no matter what even if we dont get to see it and i love thinking about those parts...

with seiyasu specifically i cant decide which past setting i like for them so i just juggle them all in my head 🥹 i like childhood friends but i dont think they would have ever been close enough to really call it that.. but yasu's reasoning for abandoning botan as a friend was to not make her sad if she were to find out about the wyrmclan leaders' short lifespans and as the heir to his clan seimei wouldve already been aware of that... theres a bit of evidence that the wyrmclan leaders knew each other prior to becoming a leader (yasu talks about mitsu before she was a leader) and nobu and mitsu were childhood friends despite their families disapproving but i also think sei was the kind to keep to himself so i like the idea of yasu just being curious about him from afar ever since they were young... catching a glimpse of him during big ceremonies and whenever he had to visit the ox territory for his duties...

then theres the current timeline of events that we see through the game's story.. yasu is shown in the chamber of light in a clawful caper's epilogue as they talk about seimei's supposed disappearance and im constantly wondering if the other wyrmclan leaders knew about the truth of his mission?? bc sei does mention that it was a secret mission but i wouldnt have thought it would be a secret to the other leaders.. and no one follows up w this either 😭 yoshitsune knew because rikugo informed her and seimei also apparently called for her help (im a bit skeptical as to whether this is the truth bc yoshitsune was also just aware of doman's movements while helping the mukuroshu)

and right after that was the events of fortune's fray where yasu does show up, supposedly at seimei's request... 🥹 if yasu really wasnt aware of sei's secret mission its nice to think about him hurrying to alberia to his aid once he found out sei was alive...

fortune's fray is really nice bc even tho it focuses on luca and elly more theres still the fact that yoshitsune and probably also ieyasu recognizing nameless as sei... i feel like its implied yoshitsune trained with sei a bit (she was close to rikugo, mentions being close to an onmyoji in the past so might have a rough grasp of onmyodo, sei's main attack shikigami are also birds) but the way yasu talks sounds like he figured out it was sei too and hffhgjfh its good...

dont think ive ever talked about this but their appearance in saiga story is also nice, i like that yasu was the one who proposed that saiga leads the assault into the mukuroshu base and probably ordered addis to support him... meanwhile i feel like gozu is there bc sei doesnt trust saiga

i was already exploding at the illust with all the wyrmclan leaders but shingen's story was really the cherry on top... its so cute how they went on a trip together and while we still dont see seiyasu interact bc its mostly one-on-one interactions between shingen and the others its still ...?? they were traveling together... its only a group of 6 and nobumitsu + shingen fudo would obviously stick together... im not delusional right.. even in yukimura story yasu is the one to deliver seimei's message fjdjjdg why?? please answer me cytendo (im joking)

im really not sure why i wrote this much i just like talking about the same thing again and again ♥️ seiyasu love

#seiyasu #text #dragalia lost

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dumbpollsonly · 4 days ago

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#tumblr poll #weird poll #poll #funny poll #dumb poll #tabletop #dungeons & dragons #dnd oc

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writingmaidenwarrior · 8 months ago

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The Cards We Got Dealt - Sin Eaters AU

After I was debating with myself weather I write this epilogue or not, I decided to do it and take the silly campy path. Bear with me here lol

Have fun @cljordan-imperium @noblebs @jezifster

May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future. Jimi Hendrix

The trading post was nothing like it had been described to Talindra by those who had been here. The bare skeleton of what could become a village made of the warehouse and the huge tavern that was the heart of it that got surrounded by a few small houses clearly got some meat on its metaphorical bones with the base structures of more houses scattered wherever she looked. The first colorful leaves of fall already moved between the building and were a sign to finish those houses soon before the first fall storms would come.

“Feeling better?”

Talindra turned to her mother whose face still showed signs of worry. The urge to roll her eyes was strong but she suppressed it.

“Yeah, it was probably just the lack of sleep.”

“I told you; you need to watch out for you. What shall your dear Wynthan think of you when he arrives today, and you lay ill?”

“Mom, please… I am more worried how worried he might be if you tell him.”

“Good.”

Pleased with everything her mother snickered and patted her head as if Talindra was still a little girl. Hectic she stepped aside.

“Mom!”

“New Arrivals!,” the guard from the watchtower yelled over the trading post.

Excited, Talindra jumped aside and ran to the gate that led to the side of the former Earth Seeker clan territory. The crow that arrived two days earlier announced Wynthan’s arrival with his mother and his sister Delythea, who refused to stay home despite being a new mother.

Out of breath and with a broad smile she waited at the gate. Wynthan was easy to spot right in front of the group. A little bundle wrapped around his torso made Talindra wonder until she spotted the woman next to him and the clear familiar similarities between them. It was an easy guess he was either made a babysitter or demanded to be it. His face light up when he spotted her and motioned to the little bundle on his torso as a nonverbal apology he couldn’t ran over to her.

The whole group around him noticed it and laughing Talindra watched how his sister made him stop and took her child back to give him the chance to meet up with Talindra before the others.

Long moments later, she found herself in his arms again, greeted with a soft but greedy kiss.

“I missed you,” he breathed into the kiss, breaking it just long enough to talk.

Talindra chuckled into it while she allowed herself to fall into him once again. Wynthan picked her up as if she weighed nothing. They ignored the snickers and whispered remarks around them until breathing was urgently necessary. She rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“I missed you, too.”

“We could tell.”

Wynthan’s groan made her laugh. Slowly he let her down again but didn’t let go of her before he could steal another short kiss.

His sister had spoken while rocking the baby gently. The warriors and a few others who accompanied them gathered around him and Talindra in a half-circle.

“Delythea, Mom, this is Talindra as you could guess,” he spoke with a small, embarrassed smile.

Just then an older woman appeared from the crowd who still held herself with the air of a clan leader, but her eyes were soft.

“You are the poor one my coal brain of a son kept waiting so long. I am Kimesnin.”

“I wouldn’t say he was a coal brain because of this since…”

The rest of her sentence got suffocated by the tightest hug Talindra ever experienced from another woman.

“Since what?” Kimesnin asked laughing.

“I wasn’t better? In some weird way we both got dealt the same fates.”

“This big ox couldn’t shut up about this,” Delythea teased and tilted her head questioning.

The little one in her arms decided this was a perfect moment to announce her presence as well.

“I guess little Mylthamis wants to say hallo as well.”

Curious, Talindra stretched her neck, only to find herself with the little buddled up girl in her arms a moment later. Looking for help she searched for Wynthan who bit his lip with laughing eyes.

“Now you know how I happen to carry the little cutie.”

“Don’t act like she hasn’t wrapped you around her tiny fingers already,” Delythea joked, followed by a gentle hit against his shoulder.

“I leave you alone for a few moments and you already find the only baby in the camp,” her mother arrived as well.

Talindra could have done without her teasing, especially since it wasn’t her fault children happen to gather around her easily.

“That sounds like there is a story behind it,” Kimesnin chuckled.

“There is. I am Endiphal, the mother of this coal brain. The smarter one is running around somewhere.”

“Meri is here, too?” Wynthan wondered aloud.

Suddenly, Talindra was glad she had the baby in her arms because it kept her from strangling her mother.

“She is. The last days she had been busy organizing the house building with some of the others,” feeling the weird wave of nausea again she had been battling the whole day Talindra carefully handed little Mylthamis back to her mother “Give me a second. I need to sit down.”

Before she could even say one more word Wynthan grabbed her elbow and helped her to the bench close by. Kimesnin ensure the group spread out and found places to stay together with Endiphal while Delythea stayed back with her partner.

“You alright?”

Wynthan’s worried face was exactly what she tried to avoid.

“Yeah, just feeling nauseous a little. I should keep better track of what I eat and how much I sleep. Already got multiple lectures on this.”

She did her best to not roll her eyes as she explained the situation. Delythea took the free space next to her.

“Why are you working yourself to dust like this?”

“There was just so much to do…”

Colorful lights danced in front of Talindra as her body started to feel funny, like it wasn’t hers anymore. Willfully deep and long breaths worsened things instead of being helpful. She let her head drop back with a groan.

“I hate this.”

“You look pale as snow…” Wynthan stated, audibly worried.

“No surprise.”

She felt Delythea next to her move a little.

“Silmkryn, you know you way around here, don’t you? Could you get some water and some fruits?”

“Sure. Nat, I will need your help.”

Talindra felt his hesitation. The slight shuffle to the side, the way his shadow fell on her with her eyes closed, the soft, thoughtful huff were all little signs he didn’t like to leave her.

“I won’t pass out, coal brain,” she teased as good as possible.

“If you do, I will need to carry you.”

“Now you make fainting sound good.”

Delythea giggled next to her.

“Now go, you two. We need her back on her own two feet.”

The sounds of their footsteps sounded off and were gone a few breaths later. Again, Delythea changed her position. The thoughtful sound from her was surely not a good sign.

“Talindra, do you always forget eating and work yourself to dust?”

Having that kind of conversation was nothing Talindra wanted to have right now.

“Have a habit to forget things like sleep and food when I am busy, yeah.”

“Did you react like this before?”

“Nope. It’s new.”

A barely audible snickered waved over to her. Slowly, Talindra opened her eyes and moved her head to Delythea.

“What?”

“It didn’t start today, did it?”

There was some strangely knowing smile on the other one’s face and Talindra knew where she was going. Deep down she knew what was wrong but refused to see the shaman until Wynthan arrived.

With narrowed eyes, Talindra took a long, deep, and loud breath before she answered to steal herself for what would follow. That was not how she expected everything of this to go. A day or two more time would have been nice.

“No, it didn’t. It started about two weeks, almost three ago. Was never as bad as today. I could deal with the bouts of dizziness in the morning.”

“You know it, don’t you?”

“I wanted to wait for him.”

“Oh, dear gods, you are as much as a coal brain as him,” Delythea broke out laughing but somehow still managed to give Talindra a dirty look, “You work like possessed because you want it all be done in time.”

“Caught me with the hand in the honey pot.”

“You should see a shaman as soon as possible. They might be able to give you some herbs to ease it.”

“Trying to mother other people again, honey?” Silmkryn almost yelled.

He and Wynthan were still far enough to not overhear anything.

“Trying to talk this coal brain into seeing a shaman,” Delythea replied cheerful.

The wish to keep the people around her from spilling too much information helped Talindra to find back into a proper sitting position even if her stomach rebelled against it immediately and a new wave of nausea hit her.

Wynthan moved to her free side with a small jug of water and some fresh apples. She mused about the apples being probably just picked that morning before she took the jug from him.

“Please take it slower. You don’t need to do it all alone,” Wynthan stated while rubbing her back.

A part of Talindra wanted to snuggle into him right there and not appear again for the next days. Her mind on the other side threw around one idea after the other how fast she should see a shaman and how Wynthan might react and mostly, what she would need to arrange in a short time. Her head a battlefield of its own she bit into one of the apples.

“I will do my best.”

“Good. Now I like to know what your mother meant with already when she saw you with Mylthamis.”

His broad grin melted through any kind of resistance Talindra might had.

“I don’t know why but the little ones love me. Don’t know how many times I found myself surrounded by those miniature nature disasters on two legs, begging me to tell them a story or to teach them the basics of fighting.”

A chuckle escaped her as she talked about it.

“You love it,” Silmkryn snickered with a side-eye to Wynthan.

“It’s a nice change. But what’s that look to Nat?”

“Probably because I keep mom’s tradition alive that the children can always come into the clan’s house for snacks and stories.”

His death glare to Silmkryn was as good as the mental picture to imagine him being surrounded by children of all ages every day who demand a story by their clan leader. At this mental imagine, Talindra started laughing and got a piece of apple in her throat the wrong way. Coughing and laughing at the same time she bent forward, waving him off.

“Damn…,” she continued coughing, “The idea…”

“Soon you will see this every day,” Kimesnin stated.

No one noticed how she and Endiphal came back with some snacks for everyone. Only they knew where they got them.

“I guess. Somehow, it’s cute. I bet this cutie will be the spearhead every time.”

Talindra nodded to Mylthamis who yawned in a cute way that made everyone swoon for a moment. With a knowing smile Silmkryn took his daughter and let Kimesnin help him tie the little girl to his torso again.

“I think this is our call to find a place to stay,” he stated amused, “Especially since this little lovely cutie won’t be so lovely soon.”

“One of the small houses got finished yesterday. There is not much in there, but it should do for today,” Endiphal offered.

Glad her mother took care of some of the guests, Talindra sighed relaxing.

“You start to look better,” Kimesnin stated with a hint of worry in her voice.

“I feel slightly better, but I guess I should really see the shaman. I am sorry, Nat, that wasn’t how I thought your arrival would go.”

Before she could say one more word he got up and held a hand out for her with an encouraging smile. Her eyes narrowed at him she took the hand. His smirk was a telltale sign he was aware of what she thought.

“The shaman should be at the tavern. She usually is during the day to be found faster.”

“That’s smart.”

Wynthan pulled her up with enough strength Talindra ended up in his arms again.

“Trying to seduce me again?”

“Does it work?”

“You have time for this later, coal brain,” Kimesnin playfully scolded him under the chuckles of the others.

With a nod from Talindra they both slowly made their way to the heart of the small settlement to find the shaman. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed how he kept on glancing to her.

“Worried I might faint?”

“Partially, but I am also wondering about something.”

“About what?”

The little tilt of his head warned her Wynthan would either tease her now or spill something important. A serene smile on his face he nudged he softly.

“You got this warmth about you. I noticed it when I embraced you earlier.”

“So?”

“Bouts of nausea, right?”

The smile grew into something excited and Talindra couldn’t help but smile herself.

“Yeah, just ask.”

“Could it be you didn’t leave alone after our little celebration?”

Wynthan snickered all the way through the sentence. She stopped, shaking her head at him.

“I don’t for sure, yet, but maybe.”

His eyes grew wide as he realized she waited for him to find out. The next moment he pulled her into a soft kiss.

“Gods, you are incredible. Do you know how much I love you?”

“I get an idea,” Talindra laughed into the kiss, “But we should find the shaman.”

“We really should.”

His excited, stupid grin kept on growing the closer they got the tavern, which was a miracle in itself because the way wasn’t long. Talindra stepped in first. Her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the dimmed light before she could glance around to find the shaman.

The long braids with hints of gray in them were easy to spot right at the first table to her right. The smell of the herbs that surrounded the elderly woman send another wave of nausea through Talindra, but she could fight it down.

“Chalindrys, that’s where you went,” Wynthan greeted her with a warmth in his voice that surprised Talindra.

“If this isn’t little Natty, what brings you here? Aren’t you supposed to lead a clan, my boy?”

Chalindrys got up with a motherly smile and hugged him tight. The next moment her gaze fell upon Talindra, and she snickered.

“Ah, I see. I was wondering, when you would come to me, my child.”

“Excuse me, what?”

With a wave of her hand, Chalindrys chuckled and motioned both to sit down.

“I may sit here most of the day but that doesn’t mean, I don’t notice things, and I clearly noticed you having some need for me. Now, I see why.”

The side eye to Wynthan made Talindra chuckle. The few days she had been around she didn’t have the time to get to know Chalindrys beforehand but decided she liked the old lady.

“So, you can help us find out if I am pregnant?”

It felt so surreal to say it out loud. Another dismissive wave of her hand later, Chalindrys started rummaging in her bag she kept beside the table.

“Nothing easier than this, my child.”

Tensed they waited for her to finish her preparations. Multiple herbs laid out on the table, along with a small needle, mortar and pestle, and a small bag.

“I am sorry, but I need some drops of blood.”

“I don’t mind,” Talindra snickered and held out a hand.

Wynthan bent forward, curious about all this. The small side glance of Chalindrys went unnoticed by him to Talindra’s amusement.

The next moment Chalindrys poked the thumb of Talindra with the needle and squeezed out a few drops into the mortar, added a few herbs and some water before she poured it all into a potion no one noticed before.

“Now we wait.”

“How long?” Wynthan asked.

“As long as it takes. I guess you must be already three months along?”

Sheepishly, Talindra bit her lip and nodded.

“That’s good. We will get a clear outcome then.”

A long silence stretched over the table until Chalindrys started to laugh.

“Don’t look like this is a funeral, my lovelies.”

“I just don’t want to get my hope too high,” Talindra admitted in a low voice.

Wynthan’s hand found hers over the table and squeezed hers.

“If this test says no, it doesn’t matter. We are still young. I am just happy to be with you again.”

His puppy look helped her feeling more at ease even if there was still a little ting to it. With so many people already suspecting her to be pregnant it would be a bummer if she wouldn’t.

The potion on the table fizzled out of the sudden, even Chalindrys jumped surprised. In a haste she grabbed the pottle and inspected it from all side.

“That is a curious thing.”

“What is so curious?” Wynthan inquired.

“Does one of you have cases of twins in your family?”

“Yeah…,” Talindra slowly confirmed.

Under amused chuckled Chalindrys put the potion back on the table and had a broad grin on her face.

“That explains a lot. The reaction is too strong that early on for just one little spark.”

Talindra jumped up, staring at Chalindrys in shock.

“Wait… you saying I am pregnant…”

“With twins as it seems. We can’t be sure until birth, but you better prepare yourself.”

Like the wind, Wynthan was by her side and hugged her tight. She got showered in kisses while her head still tried to manage the information of maybe getting twins. Gently he nudged her to move and directed her outside. In front of the tavern, he stopped with a broad smile.

“We will be parents.”

“Yeah.”

“And twins.”

“Yeah…”

“You, ok?”

“I consider beating someone up to feel better right now,” Talindra snickered once she said it aloud.

“Maybe we should tell our families first and you beat someone up after this to make it worth it.”

She blinked surprised at him, but Wynthan meant it in all honest. To be fair, that was a good idea, knowing her family it will make her hurt someone even more and his side won’t be any better.

“That is actually a smart idea. And then we sneak away to this hot spring you talked about.”

Laughing he kissed her cheek and placed a hand on her stomach.

“Whatever you wish.”

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maguro13-2 · 10 months ago

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.11

Mario : Bowser? You in here? I'm coming to save the princess! Bowser?

Bowser : You're just in time.

Mario : What's the problem...? Oh my God...Who are those youngsters?

Bowser : We were interrogating these nimrods from other countries. Their names were Ox Ford and Harvar D Eclair that we interrogated them, Kamek interrogating with these two teenagers to find the whereabouts of the Ohkuboverse's real intentions, we were trying to find out whether is the Ohkuboverse really a facade to shadow realm or they have the involvements of protecting the Kusakabe Legacy. So then...a one-eyed cloud creature name Kracko killed the Harvar guy with a strong thundershoot.

Mario : W-What!?

Bowser : I can't believe that I'm gonna say this. We nintendo veterans have killed a bunch of Square Enix Representatives! These imbeciles have killed a bunch of random teenagers who were under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe!

Mario : Then what happened!? Where did that magikoopa go? That turtle wizard who knocked the stork out when me and Luigi were infants on travels after we fell into Yoshi's Island! Where is Kamek!?

Bowser : He went off by his own to disguise himself as the Teenager that he killed three years ago!

Mario : Where did he run away to where? And to why?

Bowser : Perhaps you should answer this. He was trying to get someone's attention by being the stalker to a girl that caused the second explosion in Tokyo after the first explosion that literally destroyed four-fifths of Japan's population back in '94. (shows a photo of Kimial Diehl with long hair) This is Ashley's current partner in the force, Kimial Diehl.

"Meanwhile back at the forest..."

Inky Albarn : Well, if isn't the girl who lost the ones that she loved, the stubborn shinobi.

Tsubaki Nakatsuki : That's leader of the Nakatsukasa, you coward! And by the way I am Akujiki's new wielder...Tsubaki Nakatsukasa!

[Ageha - Fumie Kumatani]

Tsubaki Nakatsuki : Hey, Maka. You think that your blood-manipulating magic will do it for me?

Maka Albarn : Why me for that matter? Why do I need your help? (uses Blood magic to create a sword)

Tsubaki Nakatsuki : No time to ask questions. Let's finish her off!

(the two starts battling against Inky)

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Maka! I just realized! The goal to become an instrument of death, wasn't decided to become the next Death Scythe, it was about being the next tool to Shinra's Kind. We were being used as pawns in a corrupt game and Shinra was the one who is to blame!

Maka Albarn : So you knew about this, Tsubaki! So the goal was to be still a tool to Shinra's Kind, the so Hoshi Clan led by a heartless was killed for that!? I thought I had dream of showing the world my courage!

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : There was no courage, Maka! Lies! Lies! It's all lies from Shinra! Why did Shinra's men of influence had to hid the truth from us and falsely led us to believe that Ashley's kind was the enemy, but not her nor her friend! The true enemies are heartless and they are the ones responsible for everything! My brother died when his Heartless killed and you should consider of opening your eyes to the truth! See what truth have us in store for us! Why my other gain pain and suffering!? The humans of the real world were playing God on us to think everything's a story, but even if it's a phony! I lost the one I loved dearly, Kuro! The one that I married to!

Maka Albarn : So that's why I was never the Soul World, I was under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe and I was being used for his kind. I felt like a stubborn loser and a puppet to his will. Is that the reason Soul World existed in the first place, was that Shinra's own fault? Or was it the heartless?

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Both of them.

(battle ends)

Inky Albarn : *panting*

Maka and Tsubaki : *panting*

Inky Albarn : This...isn't...over yet!

Maka Albarn : Now I finally understand to why on earth would frame for the misdeeds that you caused.

Young Cricket : You'll give us answers if you don't find out what's going on! Why in the world would you and those guys do this?

[Disquieting Shadow - Jun Senoue, Yutaka Minobe]

Inky Albarn : Shinra Kusakabe...that devilish son of a b*tch! His influence have ruined my life, forced me in the ways of making me the hero of the story that I was never. He's still alive!

Maka Albarn : What!? Shinra Kusakabe is alive? How did that happened!?

Inky Albarn : It was all part of the Time Eater's to destroy the Ohkuboverse that you've been living in, was all nothing but a lie. Shadow Realm was the real deal and the so-called Soul Eater universe is merely a facade. That's all I wanted to know from the Pharaoh.

Maka Albarn : I see...So that Shinra Kusakabe fellas wasn't reincarnted as a Chao, he was reincarnated during resurrection! So it was the Time Eater's doing that wanted destroy the universe that is false to the real world, Shadow Realm was the real deal. Heartless from KH was only getting their attention on destroying the legact and the Kishin...No Shinra's grandson has created a heartless of his own destroy the planet. I can't let them get away with this!

*RUMBLING+PERFECT CHAOS ROAR*

[Alert - Yoko Shimomura]

Ashley : Oh no! Not that power again!

Maka Albarn : Now I understand what lying hurts me than it hurts you! I trusted Shinra, I gave my life to protect the legacy of him, but I threw it all away and got careless! This is what Shinra wanted right! This is all the author's fault for getting to me into this ungrateful lie! *DBZ SFX : Powering up*

Inky Albarn : What do you think you're doing!?

*communicator beeping*

Hibana : (via communication) Tsubaki, what's going on back there! Did you get the evidence!? We need you out of here before that girl unleashes Shattered Resonance to create the same explosion like what she did in Japan with you in the jungle! So there's time to waste!

[Won't Stop! Just Go! - Jun Senoue]

All : BLOWS UP!?!

Inky Albarn : Sh*t! Time to bail! (flies off to leave)

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Everyone! Evacuate this area now!

Ashley : Hey, you two! Get on board! (Cricket and Mantis get on the tier brooms) Hang tight! We gotta find a way out of here! Get cricket and Master Mantis out of here! We gotta get these guys to a safe place!

Penny Crygor : On it, Ash! But the girl's power is going to go kablooey when she unleashes Shattered Resonance sky high!

Ashley : Alrighty then! Let's move!

(cuts to show Tsubaki running through the forest)

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : This can't be good! Maka is unleashing Shattered Resonance? Why would anyone go unleash a hidden power to bring destruction over the planet? I bet it's the witches that are responsible for all of that power, could someone responsible for the power that the explosions hit japan all those years ago? Maybe I might be a Shattered Meister as well. Guess the DWMA was wrong about it. Guess they weren't the peceakeeping forces we knew from the start. I suggest that I should head back to HQ, Gotta get away from the blast!

*Heartbeat echoing*

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Guh! What's happening!? What is this sensation that I can feel? That power, Am I really connected to "her"?

*Heartbeat Echoing*

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Gahhhh!!! *panting* I finally realized that I have the Shattered Resonance! That power! Inca Kasugatani and those Kusakabe bastards! Their influence was only using us for the sake of power! Is this what truth is telling me?

Truth from FMA : (voice heard) That's right, you have been puppets to the devil's for a long period time and this lying from the devil would eventually hurts you more than it hurts to those who speak the truth. Where do I find your freedom in the real world? What chance do you have yourselves in store? Speak for yourself to find the answers of putting an end to the lying of Shinra Kusakabe and opened eyes directly to see the truth! Let the truth win, Tsubaki! OPEN YOURS EYES AND LET THE TRUTH MAY WIN!

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

*DBZ SFX : LOUD ENERGY EXPLOSION*

(we show Death the Kid looking at the monitor)

Death the Kid : Shinra Kusakabe, how lucky you are of hiding the truth from them? I guess this is what you wanted, right? You really are a foolish grandfather to me and is still alive after your 1000 years of death has brought into resurrection. Today the Kusakabe Family tree will be torn down and you will never let truth to win. This time, the lying of you is mine! (snickers)

"The heroes of we are today are no longer heroes to save the world."

"The Real World shall be the enemy to the Shadow Realm."

"The only thing that can save the world is to let Truth to win."

~ Act 11 : The Winner is Truth ~

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pactwyrm · 2 years ago

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assuming all of hinomoto is divided amongst the wyrmclans that would mean existing hinomoto chars would all (technically kinda) serve or at least be under the responsibility of one of the wyrmclan leaders... it would be cute if each territory had like a specialty

like marishiten being the wyrm of war + obv ieyasu and botan trained at a dojo together so maybe boar territory is more battle focused... we later found out that yachiyo's grandfather trained them so yachiyo (the peerless duelist!!) is probably also from the boar territory

gozu tenno's description about him helping the hungry + being able to cook so ox clan = culinary etc? tho also it's said that the ox clan (seimei's ancestors) were accepted as one of the wyrmclans because of their onmyodo proficiency so i think that's the most notable thing about the ox clan/territory...

hanabusa being from a family of dancers and mitsuhide also mentioning she learned dance when she was younger so maybe mouse clan is more arts focused... but nobunaga also seems quite interested in the arts so idk..

i only thought of this bc i thought itd be funny if mitsuba heard that some wyrmclan leaders were at the halidom and made a big ass fancy meal as an offering and asks them to sponsor the nanakusa restaurant LOL

#hc

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yuangler · 2 years ago

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Zodiac: Twelve Souls — 31

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Draw

“All that excitement over nothing…”

news

— New translated chapter posted.

— Thinking of taking a break after next week’s chapter. I will write a note if I do.

— Next update target: November 29, 2022

notes

— Draw:

From 和局 (hé jú). Draw as in “tie”: The game ended in a draw.

— Lead, clue, etc.:

Quan Diyan often uses 线索 (xiàn suǒ) to refer to things. Among these include the green scale he took from Wuchang, the message that Shiye intercepted in Year of the Hen, and Wuchang herself.

线 + 索 — Literally, thread/string/wire/line + cable/cord/rope/chain. The term evokes a sense of following a thread to see where it leads. I alternately translate this as clue or lead or thread, depending on how natural it feels in English. For example, a person typically isn’t referred to as a clue, but may be considered a lead.

— All hail:

From 参见 (cān jiàn). An expression used when paying one’s respects. I’ve also translated this term as salutations in the past. See:

Chapter 0.12 (Year of the Pig):

猴兵：参见山君……

Monkey soldiers: All hail the Mountain Lord…

Chapter 18 (Depart):

马不凡：参见牛族长

Ma Bufan: Salutations to the leader of the Ox Clan.

Chapter 31 (Draw):

参见畜王！

All hail the King of Chu!

Definition-wise, “all hail” is pretty appropriate since it is meant to be a general respectful greeting.

Context-wise, the way I tend to see “all hail” used in contemporary media is towards sovereign authority figures, especially when the all-hailer is a subject of that figure. So it feels weird to me, on an instinctive level, to have Ma Bufan say, “All hail the leader of the Ox Clan” — even though it is quite appropriate!

— It’s the absolute truth:

From:

qiān zhēn wàn què 千真万确

A thousand truths, ten-thousand certainties.

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#生肖十二魂 #twelvesouls #manhua translation #quan diyan #wuchang #ji shiye #mountain lord #ma bufan #ox clan leader #king of chu #chengyu

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demonictales · 4 years ago

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BITTERSWEET - XUE YANG X READER

this wasn't requested but i got this idea shortly before i fell asleep so i figured I'll give it a try and see where I'll land with it. let me know what you think, aite? characters briefly featured: nie huaisang, nie mingjue, wei wuxian, lan wangji about 3k words

TW: MURDER, CHILD ABUSE, DEATH

It was a bright day in Yueyang as you walked quietly next to your father, only sweet eight years of age. You were the youngest of clan leader Chang Ci'an's children, your older brother Chang Ping, at home complaining why you were allowed to follow your father to Yueyang on this day while he had to learn swordman ship. It was your birthday, so you begged your father to let you come along and you did. Looking out of the window of the ox cart you were riding the eyes of the young child were looking left and right, dazzling items everywhere. But the toy stall was mostly what caught your attention.

"Diē diè, can I have some toys?" The angel like soft tone of your voice making your father laugh heartily. " How much more do you want today ? " He responded patting the place next to him. "Pretty please? It's my eight birthday. -- " You argued. "After I am done with my business here we'll walk the market." It was his final word and you were more than happy. Perhaps you'd even bring something for your brother. Not long after spoken words and a few hours after midday you finally enjoyed the market running from stall to stall until a sweet scent filled your nostrils. Your eyes became big when you spotted the freshly baked sweet pastries on a stall, running for it and it seemed you weren't the only one being lured by the sweetness flowing through the air of the Yueyang market. Next to you stood a boy, probably around your age, a bit taller than you and not as clean. His clothes were ripped apart and dirty, a beggar you concluded. It kind of made you sad but you couldn't do anything about it. One of the servants had caught up and you ushered him to buy you some pastries, delightfully taking a bite as you saw the boy next to you eyeing them. He could take them off of you if he'd ran fast enought but fate had different plans. You handed him some, two pastries, because you wanted too. He seemed hungry and you hated the feeling of being hungry to an extrend that made your eight year old body angry in a different way. You'd throw quite the tantrums. Perhaps that came from being to spoiled by your father. And speaking of the devil here he came, voice rough and loud. " Boy, do you want some pastries? " Ci'an asked, but you knew his tone, he wanted something in return. Your father did not even let the boy speak at all while pulling out an envelope. " If you can deliever this letter, young boy, I'll buy you the pastries. Find me afterwards." That was something nice you thought to yourself. Making him word but giving him food as payment. What your naive little mind did not know was that your father had other plans in mind and simply kept walking away from the pastries stand, leaving you to walk around on your own for a little while longer before asking you to hop onto the cart again to leave for home as it was soon dinner time. Xue Yang did gladly do as he was told for he could have some sweets and finally some food in his stomach. Yet the encounter didn't go as planned, instead he was angering the recipient of the letter and the boy had to deal with the consequences. Being dragged to the nearby liquor shop next to the stall where pastries were sold Ci'an and his daughter were long gone, leaving a young naive boy hungry outside, waiting in despair for trusting people. All the boy wanted was something to eat, so he roamed the streets until he found the man and his ox cart, a girl's head looking out of the window excitedly as she spotted the boy. "Diē diè! Diē diè!" You spoke loudly, rushing your father to stop the cart as the boy was running behind. " The boy has returned. You have to buy him pastries now." Though, as naive as you were you saw another side of your father that day, changing moods from being so generous to annoyed and angry. You had never seen him like that. And he did not stop the cart, not until the boy ran in front of it, halting it on his own terms. The scene played in front of your innocent eyes, making you cry. This was not how you knew your father to be, not in your eyes. The sound of the whip beating flesh making you fall back onto the ground of the cart, begging your dad to stop as it scarred you. Crying like a coward, just like the display of your father made your anxiety well up. For far you enjoyed your day, your birthday. Getting more toys, even finding something for A-Ping, your older brother and even sharing pastries with the boy outside just to see it all turn into a small nightmare during day. The sudden movement of the cart made you fall back again onto the ground until you heard a scream from underneath. It was not something you wanted to ever hear again. But the yells from people

around reminded you of what your father had just done. 'How cowardly to hurt a child. ' ' He really has no shame. ' 'Chang Ca'in you bastard.' 'Stop involving others in your quarrels. ' Peaking outside, you only saw a small group of homeless people gather around the boy who's name you never learned. Lying on the ground bleeding in pain and agony, holding his hand while crying. If you could only help him as you rode further away from the scene, back home. The past few days did not change a lot, you practically begged your older brother or any servant to take you to YueYang to find the boy and eventually one servant gave in. It took you a lot of convincing but you tried your best to find the boy. You had packed a small bag with bread and cheese and fruit. It wasn't a lot but it should be enough for a day or two. You even stole money from your father, hopefully it was enough to let a doctor help him. Ever since that day you saw your father in different eyes and learnt quickly he wasn't as great as you thought he was. You were only eight but you grew up faster than you wanted it to be true. You had spent all morning trying to find the boy until noon, you asked any beggar on the street, any stall owner, anyone you could probably think of and find until you found him dozing near the liquor shop next to the pastries. Their sweet scent filing the air around you once more. Carefully you approached the young boy, afraid you might scare him. He looked peaceful lying there and you did not want to wake him up. He sure had to be in pain. As quietly as you could you put down the small bag with food next to him, along the way you even bought a small bottle he could fill up with water. You wanted to apologize for your father's actions but you did not want to disturb him so you whispered something while being crouched down next to him. "I'm really sorry, little brother. Please eat well and get treatment or medicine. I wish it would not have happened.. Hopefully, you can accept my sincere apology." Little did you know he was listening as your eyes scanned his hand, you could not imagine the pain he had gone through, but there wasn't much more that you could do. You knew you were in trouble if your father found out you apologized to a beggar, especially to someone he caused harm to. Yet no one but Xue Yang knew that the two of you would meet soon again.

THIRTEEN YEARS LATER

You had soon learned to leave your home as fights with your father became bigger and more unbearable. You were ashamed to be a part of his cowardly behaviour and did not tolerate it. So eventually when you turned eighteen, you left the manor and roamed the cultivation world, working on yourself, getting to know yourself and making aquaintances. One of your aquaintances was Nie Huaisang. He was a refreshing young man you'd enjoy drinking with, leading you to meet Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng and even the most famous Lan Wangji along your journey. Nie Huaisang had become a good friend of yours, eventually you were a welcome guest at Qinghe. It was rare but welcomed, you saw him as family, a brother you enjoyed spending time with. Even now, you resided at Qinghe having Nie Mingjue talking sense into you for going back home on your mother's birthday and visiting her. Your father's reputation had spread wide and far over the years, making you embarrassed to even carry the last name of Chang but here you were, bowing to the clan leader and biding your farewell. Qinghe might never be your home nor would the Nie Clan ever be your family, but at least you had a place to stay and you were more than thankful of it. Many times had you spoken to Mingjue and expressed your thanks and all you could do was to repay his hospitality with loyalty. Hard to earn but easy to give and be accepted. Leaving at dawn it took you about two days to arrive at Yueyang. At the gates of a place you called home, though the atmosphere around it did make you shiver as you tigthly held onto your sword. Something seemed terribly off and it was a feeling you hadn't felt in years, nothing except one thing could compare to it. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, as you slowly approached the gates of what was once your home. Unbeknownst to you, someone was watching rather excitedly from the rooftop, ready to attack at any given moment. The quietness drove you mad as you kicked the door open, being greeted by hanging corpses yet the scenery of mass murder unfolded behind them. There was you clan, wiped out from existence. Elders, children, servants and anyone you once knew, lying in their own poodles of crimson colored blood. What happend? Who did this? Where was your brother? Where was your mother and your father? All security forgotten you run forward, looking for your parents. " Mother! --- Mother! " Unwillingly your vision became blurry as you stumbled through the corpses of what once belonged to your name. The stinging smell of death making it hard to breath. How many days were they laying there for already? A loud dull thud was heard as you fell to your knees, tears running silently down your pale cheeks as you cradled your mother's cold body to your chest, sobbing without content. Oh how he enjoyed the drama unfold in front of his eyes, better than any theater you could see at the market. Though even he did not let one person live, something about her seemed familiar. He could not pin point it, all he wanted was the revenge for what this man had done to his hand. It was worth the massacre and the now free show as he landed quietly a few feet behind her. She must've been the last remaining person of this god forsaken clan and his last victim to get full revenge. "I should never have let home in the first place. I'm so sorry, mother. I'm so sorry.." Your words were swallowed by your mothers dark hair. You would mourn her for a long time, she was a gentle lady. A few feet away you saw you father, nothing but anger welled up in you as you placed your mother down onto the cold ground, your robes stained by her blood. You had never felt this much rage or anger inside of you as you grabbed your sword, ready to hit whatever flew into your way. Standing above him, you could not hold one piece of respect for him. It was his fault again, for you to feel so painfully lost once more. " What kind of father are you? --- You cannot even protect your own wife. " Broken words had left your lips. " All because you were so cowardly, playing bigger than what

you could pay for. " Quietly those words left your lips, " Now we are no more. There is no more Chang clan, all because of your greed. " Out of nowhere someone started clapping, as if he waited for just the right moment. Faster than lightling you pulled out your sword, facing the young man in front of you, close to where you kneeled moments ago next to your mother's body. "What a tragedy! But brilliantly spoken. ----- It was indeed his fault. " Xue Yang crossed his arms behind his back as he came closer, step by step. " It seems I have not yet fully killed every single member of this clan. --- Who might you be? " He smiled mischieviously at you, but you answered either way. " Chang Y/N. -- Only daughter of clan leader Chang Ci'an. --- " "Today must be my lucky day then. I will for once and all end all of the clan members life. -- " Xue Yang dashed forward, a devilish smile as both of you fought amidst the chaos created by him. Usually something like that would excite you, you could flaunt your skills thought it was a different matter as you landed on the roof, holding him away from you. "What have we done to deserve being slaughtered?" You questioned him, not even bothering asking for his name in return. All you knew was that he had to die today, for the sake of your clan and that they may rest in peace. "Fine with me. " He grinned. as he held up his hand, turning it to look at it at every angle. Silently you watched as he turned around, voice raising. " Once upon a time there was a child, all he wanted was some food. ----- He met a men on the marked here in Yueyang, saying that if he'd delivered a letter, he'd buy him the pastries. As young and naive as the child was, he did so, the only thing on his mind was the food he would get. " The story seemed awfully familiar to you as you remembered the day, your eight birthday. "Though, he did as he was told, Chang Ci'an left without ever paying his debt to the boy. Instead the boy was beaten up, kicked out of the liqour shop and left hungry on the street. Dumb as he was, he confronted the man just ----" "--- just to get whipped and his hand crushed by an ox cart. " You finished his sentence as Xue Yang whipped around in curiousity, wondering how you knew. "You're the boy I met back then. The boy my father hurt. ------ " It was a moment of carelessness from your side, letting your guard down bit by bit. A change of attitute in your behaviour. " I came looking for you, to apologize. I left food and drink and even money to get yourself treatment. " Xue Yang's head was slightly tilted, oh he did remember, but that did not still his urge to have the clan burned down to ashes for what they did to him. She had shown him care indeed, but that was long forgotten he had no mercy, not the elders or children, not even you. "Why? --- Why di------" The sound of metal falling on the bricks of the roof filled the early evening. You had lost the grib on your sword when you looked down, the blade that pierced your back turned red with your blood dripping down, stopping you mid sentence. He had taken advantag of you being distracted, but could you blame him? No, you couldn't. Falling forward onto your knees, you started coughing up blood until you were kicked down, landing onto the stairs of the entrance, feeling the hit of the stone underneath you in your bones, shattering you into pieces from the pain you felt. Turning onto your back in pain, you saw him looking down at you. A huff left your lips, coughing again, quietly choking on the blood that filled your lungs. " What--- what is your--- name?" Words came out in pieces, all you could do was lay there, barely able to move as your own blood colored your robes in dark wet liquid that was warm. "Xue Yang!" "I'm sorry, little brother Xue Yang.." Your words were barely above a whisper as your head fell aside, your vision becoming darker by the second, all you remember was a young boy you once handed two pastries too because he seemed hungry. What you did not see was the smile that had left Xue Yang's features, the agony that

he enjoyed before hearing your words, the same words but with his name, the same words you'd spoken as you thought he was sleeping. In the end, you had the last word, not him. And your friend had to witness you and your clan being whipped out of existence, reporting to his brother that you had passed away at home being murdered.

For Xue Yang hearing those words being spoken lastly, it was everlasting terror.

#mdzs x reader #mdzs reader insert #xue yang x reader #cdrama x reader #the untamed x reader #mdzs x y/n #anime x reader #xue yang #mdzs: xue yang

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jodefrostwallart · 3 years ago

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Leader of the Ox Clan

Also a prickly jerk but anyway

#dragalia lost #dragalia lost fanart #dragalia lost seimei #traditional art #ドラガリ #i was completely lost while drawing his big back coat thing #it doesnt even look attached to him??#i dont know oh well #anyway hes hilarious #such an over the top brat #still think ieyasus my favorite #but seimei is coming for him #if he gets another chance to shine he might just become number one #sometimes i wonder if anyone actually reads these tags #or if im just shouting into the void lol #if youre reading these hello youre appreciated

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tsushimanoonryo · 3 years ago

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Yakuza!Jin’s tattoos for real this time.

I know I’ve changed them like 800 times, but I’ve finally found some that I think I’m really happy with. The theme (Japanese folklore) is more cohesive and I’m pretty sure this is the last time I’ll change them.

Backpiece: Nine-tailed Kitsune

(Pretend like this one has nine tails... I am trying to work with images I was able to find). Servants of the kami Inari, kitsune are shape-shifting tricksters. There are stories of them behaving both maliciously and benignly toward humans, depending on how they’re feeling at the time. Kitsune with nine tails are very old, and very powerful, bordering on god-like. The kitsune on Jin’s back symbolizes the fact that he’s got a playful side, but isn’t afraid to use all the power of his syndicate to subdue his enemies. [This tattoo was chosen because of Jin’s affinity for foxes in-game.]

Chest/Stomach Piece: Raijin and Fujin

Raijin (the red oni) and Fujin (the blue oni) are the gods of storms and wind respectively. These brothers are constantly fighting, stirring up strife and calamity wherever they go. Jin is sometimes called the Storm of Clan Sakai, so this was an appropriate, albeit tongue in cheek, choice. [This tattoo was chosen because Jin seems to control the weather in the game with his choices.]

Left Arm: Kirin

Sometimes called an Asian unicorn, kirin are auspicious creatures with the body of a deer and the head and scales of a dragon, and the tail of an ox. In the old folklore stories, kirin appeared to new leaders signifying a long and peaceful reign. Jin got this at the behest of his uncle once he was named heir to the Shimura syndicate in hopes that it would signify that he will be a great leader when the time comes to take over. [This tattoo was chosen because the Clan Sakai armor has the antlers of a deer and the scales of a dragon. I fully believe it was meant to symbolize a kirin, even though Kazumasa Sakai was far from benevolent when he wore it].

Right Arm: Onryo

A vengeful ghost who cannot rest until it punishes those who wronged it in life. Jin is efficient and ruthless when he needs to be and can get in and out of places like a ghost. It seemed appropriate. [Tattoo chosen because he’s The Ghost.]

Coverage Style: Munewari

Top row, middle picture. His entire back is covered, as is most of his chest and stomach, save for a small strip of skin running from his neck to his groin. The tattoos wrap around his butt all the way to the front of his thighs. His sleeves go down to just below the joint of his elbows.

#headcanon #v: yakuza #headcanons #jin's tattoos #for real this time #y'all better not let me change these again

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mejomonster · 2 years ago

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I got to mine and uh. He's hot

Yakuza loves to be like: the most hot people are (mostly) your friends/allies. Or else the main bad guy cause the main ones often a hottie (at least Nishiki, Ryuji, Mine are shdjdj)

Anyway I want the mine daigo content I've heard so much about

In other news, majima isn't in this much but I do love him. The dramatics of the coliseum, the saving me in a pink truck, the way he's so loyal and ready to accept stubborn ox kiryus decisions but also offer to help him immediately with his whole family if kiryu calls. The way he agrees to also take kazama family. How he agreed to watch daigo and help him for the last few years for kiryus sake. They're like the parents of tojo clan rn.

Also I know it's not everyone's opinion so it's cool. I do rhink that me playing 0 then kiwami 1 kiwami 2 and now 3? Majimas character has been consistent. In kiwami 1 his majima everywhere mechanic makes him out as wanting to be friends with kiryu/caring about him but that means showing Any Yakuza can be untrustworthy/a danger and also preparing kiryu to handle Anything a yakuza may deal with. This follows super well into 3, where the collesium fight is a reminder to kiryu that even if majima is his GUY, his Most trusted and reliable friend, kiryu still needs to fight him "to get the info from him" because it's what they should do as yakuza (and majima is very aware of those kinds of expectations), afterward majima proves to as usual be the MOST earnest guy about being on kiryus side. About actually have been protecting daigo and truly doing exactly what he said he'd do - majima doesn't lie to kiryu, he's one of the Most reliable people in kiryus life. But that opening challenge is very much like kiwami 1 majima - that insistence kiryu remember even if majima is his confidant, kiryu needs to be prepared for the situations where it wouldn't be true. 3 also follows kiwami well in that like... in kiwami majima could not be as honestly publicly his friend. Whereas by 3 its fairly obvious majima never did want to kill kiryu (when he says kiryu don't die only I can kill ya in both kiwami 1 and in 3, by 3 its obvious its his way of telling kiryu he wants him to be okay and smart and live - that majima cares about him). By 3 it's a lot more obvious what parts of majima are an act versus his genuine feelings, because in 3 he's mostly just being his genuine self.

I also reallt liked his scene with the other yakuza leader - majima makes not a single expression in the scene, and its because he's whirling his brain figuring out the setup and situation and what to do and the implications. It's a moment that goes well with the yakuza 0 majima who was in a cage in sotenbori and often controlling himself and mentally figuring out the best play/the ramifications of given situations. So yeah just... I really like his characterization in 3, it's a very upfront show of majimas character and what he cares about.

Also I love rikiya and I'm very scared for my boy.

#yakuza 3 #yakuza #lb

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soldrawss · 4 years ago

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Can you please tell us more about the other characters in your Red Riding Hood AU? You mentioned them in the first post and now I’m curious to know more about them! 💗

I have SO many characters, but these are some of the main ones that pop out throughout the au!

Sir Steelleaf, or Jackie as he’s later called, is a diligent Knight of the Queen’s royal guard. He’s extremely diligent and hardworking, and holds his morals and the the safety of the kingdom he serves as his highest priorities. He has a strong sense of duty and justice, and is very loyal to the crown he serves. (Naturally, since he’s the head knight and all) Naturally gifted with the sword and loyal like a dog, when the prince went missing, Jackie was the first to volunteer himself to the Queen to find the missing prince and bring him home, vowing to protect the future heir to the crown with his life and strike down anyone who gets in his way. As ends up finding the prince the his begrudging hired on body guard pretty fast, and thinking that Leo was the one who kidnapped the prince in the first place, engages with the werewolf in battle to try and protect the prince. (It’s not even conceivable to him, or really anyone in the kingdom, that the prince wasn’t kidnapped and in fact, ran away). It takes a while and a few close calls, (Leo is absolutely not prepared to have a sword fight with the most powerful knight in the kingdom) but Red is finally able to convince Jackie that Leo is actually helping him, though it takes him a little while to convince him that the only threat to Red’s safety is the queen herself. Caught between his self of duty to the thrown, and his loyalty to his own heart and sense of justice, Jackie decides that his only purpose is to protect the little prince, and if that means he has to travel with the awkward duo to do so, then so be it. He isn’t betraying his kingdom or the royal family if he’s still with and protecting the little prince, right? (More shenanigans ensue, and the duo becomes a really great trio, with Leo and Jackie possibly becoming more than just disagreeable companions.)

Hansel and Gretal are part the Queen’s special forces. When the Royal Guard (what Jackie's a part of) are the public defense against enemies, the special forces are the Queen’s hidden chess pieces in the shadows, carrying out the Queen’s dirty work. They are only loyal to the queen, and will carry out whatever she needs done with lethal accuracy. Hansel and Gretal are brought on as an extra precaution to hunt down the prince and bring him back home, since they have special tracking abilities and have never failed capturing a prey they’ve set their eyes on. Though the Queen urges them to bring the prince in alive, she never specified if he couldn’t be unharmed, and definitely didn’t say anything about killing any wayward souls the lost prince could be traveling with.

Asa is a sleep deprived human alchemist (which is illegal since humans aren’t allowed to use magic unless they are specifically hired on and trained under the kingdoms mage program and serve only the royal family’s endeavors)(Obviously, since Ava is SUPER not about that corporate life style, is an illegal alchemist/magician that lives deep in the wooded mountains) He makes potions and charms for the local mountain folk, and is an insomniac that’s also a perfectionist, and usually won’t allow himself to sleep until he’s finished a potion concoction or finds a solution to a problem he’s working on. He’s brilliant, but also shrewd and vain, and even though he can be rude, the locals adore him nonetheless because deep down, he actually cares so fucking much for the local mountain folk and that they keep his alchemist hobbies a secret.

Goldie was a little girl when she got separated from her family that was traveling up a cliff side of a mountain. An accident happened, and she ended up falling off the cliff side, hitting her head, and fell unconscious in the middle of the woods below. Lost, and with no memories of her family or even really who she was, a group of mercenary mountain folk took her in and raised her as their own. She grew up under the watchful care of the head clan leader, and his three bear like sons, and grew into an independent and fearless young woman. Brash and loud and with a determination stronger than an ox, she grew happy with the mercenaries, and found herself enjoying being a source of comfort for them after a long raid. She found her love and skill in cooking, and decided to build, with the help of her three brothers, a tavern for her mercenary family, and any wayward travelers traveling the deep woods and mountain side. It became a safe place for the misunderstood and outcasts of society, and any human, beast, or creature was welcomed and protected under her roof.

Queen Grimhilde is Red’s paternal grandmother, and current ruler over the northern kingdom. Since the kingdom is a prosperous and safe one for humans, most of the citizens regard the queen with respect and love, and she definitely puts on an act of maturity and regalness and truly acts like a good ruler. (And for a long time, Red thought she was a great grandmother) But it turns out she is very much the villain in this story. Evil to the core, she’s only in it for her own personal gain, as she just simply pretending to be a good queen and grandmother to reach an ends to a means. That means, being sacrificing her grandson, the first prince and heir to the thrown, to complete a ritual that will grant her immortality. (Red figures out her dasterdly plan and mortified at seeing what she’s become, he runs away to make sure she can never get what she wants)

#my art #my ocs #hood #red riding hood #big bad wolf #more fun characters #sorry i can't do better art #this is from the doodle folder

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