#seashore gender

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Seashore Gender

A gender that's like the shore waves crash into; letting the ocean's possessions meander in and out. As such, people with seashore gender often let genders flow in and out peacefully!

Connected with sunny days, gentle waves, feeling the sand under your feet, beach sounds, etc!

[divine-addict]

𓇼.* Poly!ShiuToji/Gn!Reader 𓇼.* ^^

▸ Is it really me that just wants a fluffy and domestic poly relationship with Shiu and Toji?

▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where you're an assassin with Shiu being your handler as well. Sure, you're not as strong as Toji, nor do you possess the physical prowess he has thanks to his Heavenly Restriction, but you still do your job well, being Shiu's go-to person after Toji 'settled down' with Megumi's mother. You and Shiu have grown considerably closer during that time, almost as close as he and Toji were.

▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where it really was a matter of simplicity and convenience. Shiu was your handler. Neither of you really saw other people outside of work, spending time outside of work together. Shiu admired your reliability and consistency when it came to getting jobs done and at some point asked you out. The two of you became something of a casual thing, not bothering with labels or what was socially seen as a 'romantic relationship', the relationship being more about having a consistent presence of comfort in each other's lives and looking after each other. ▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where at first Toji saw you as something of a threat, able to take his only stable way of getting money away, being even less tolerable towards you after learning that you were born into a sorcerer family, not knowing that you had also dealt with the harsh mistreatment of jujutsu society towards those who weren't seen as 'strong enough', with Shiu comparing trying to get you two to get along being like shoving two hissing cats at each other.

▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where Toji started warming up to you as both of you wanted to spend time with Shiu putting the two of you into each other's proximity. Maybe you weren't as bad as he first thought, particularly after you wanted Shiu to rather take a look at Toji than yourself after a particularly rough assassination. ▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where Shiu often found himself sandwiched in-between you and Toji, the two of you snoring away on the couch, not letting him get up (the Korean silently cursing himself for having 'not one, but two freeloaders'). He didn't even have the heart to shove off himself so he could get up from the couch, Shiu caring for the both of you. ▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where it started becoming natural to include Toji when Shiu took you out or when doing mundane things like going grocery shopping, cleaning (more like you and Toji were standing around while Shiu was trying to understand what you two didn't get about sanitizing the flat, having instead drawn a pentagram on the bedroom floor) and lounging together on the bed.

▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where both you and Toji find yourself feeling safe enough to be vulnerable about Shiu, silently seeking out comfort from him whenever you needed reassurance that you were away and gone from your respective former households. Shiu never pries, letting either of you just ground yourself using his presence. ▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where Shiu gets double the complaining about him smelling like cigarettes constantly, Toji grabbing his pack and keeping out of his reach, while you just watch in amusement, leaning against the doorframe, supposed to watch over dinner cooking in the kitchen.

▸ Poly!ShiuToji, where the inventory curse is just something of a pet?? No one knows if it digests the food you feed it, but Toji doesn't find himself pulling out whatever Shiu has cooked and fed the curse with, during a fight when he's pulling out one of his weapons.

Hidden Inventory never ended the way it did, trust, Toji is still alive and everyone's happy- My actual first written work I post on here oh lord- Man, such a shame that Shiu is so underrated in the fandom, Shell out.

▸ Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[anghraine]

One thing about the Jackson films that bothers me deeply is that they are uncritically upheld as being full of "positive masculinity." Excuse me? This is the series that has Faramir ordering his men to beat Gollum, Aragorn cutting off the Mouth's head, & Gandalf beating up Denethor on multiple occasions (& kicking him into the pyre!). Sam's meanness toward Gollum, while understandable, is never questioned as it is in the book. Frodo is delusional to pity Gollum. Killing is fun, & mercy is silly.

Belatedly, I do agree. I get that the Anglophone media landscape can feel so saturated by absurdly reductive representations of masculinity that what the films do inherit from Tolkien in terms of emotional expression, friendship etc can feel revolutionary. But the films make a lot of minor and major adjustments to transform the story's visions of masculinity to something more conventional and particularly more violent in a way that is often endorsed by the narrative, or at least framed as an understandable if unfortunate exigency of war.

I once pointed out that Aragorn killing the Mouth of Sauron, an ambassador—however distasteful—is something that essentially operates on the worst kind of superhero logic, a sort of good vs evil righteousness-justifies-the-means thing. It's really glaring when based on a book where the character closest to the author is like "it's one thing, however regrettable, to fight to the death to defend ourselves and our people, but morally, evil deeds beyond self-defense cannot be justified by a righteous cause, not even lying to an orc."

Tolkien's version of the Mouth is an evil Númenórean sorcerer who, while he cannot really contend with Aragorn in a battle of wills, is nevertheless a person of the same kind and general capabilities who chose to serve Sauron. The way that the films use design to literally dehumanize the Mouth, to wholly distance him from the heroes he's literally akin to, and justify straight-up killing him although he poses no personal threat, because he's ugly and evil and (evilly) taunting them so they're mad and it's cool—yeah. It's not really that far removed from Gandalf clobbering Denethor being framed as a bit comedic and a bit cathartic, and seems part of a pervasive ethos of the films that seems to have completely fallen out of discussion of them.

I think we especially see this with the handling of not just my main faves, but Frodo, who really suffers in this more conventionally masculine framework. I often felt like the films want the real protagonists to be Aragorn and (to an extent) Sam, and Frodo feels a bit like dead weight from fairly early on. Adorable dead weight, but still, Tolkien's Frodo especially feels like a challenge to this kind of narrative ethos that the films are just not really up to handling.

It's not that everything about masculinity in the films is Terrible Actually, but I do think there are some unfortunate patterns like the ones you mention. And I'm constantly being recommended videos and posts about Aragorn (or others, but mostly Aragorn) as this unproblematic ideal of masculinity where I'm just ... yeah, no. He is interesting to me, including in the context of masculinity specifically, but I absolutely cannot buy the ideal positive masculinity thing.

[yuellii]

when imitating life from art

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 of what kinds of gifts they would give you while we wait for maintenance to end !

feat. various fontaine characters, separately

note. reader’s gender not specified, not necessarily romantic but definitely can be, this is written pre-release, just something to kill the time during maintenance before fontaine drops !!

FURINA.

random trinkets ; She’s quite sporadic, actually. Quite similar to the flamboyance of her demeanor, she does not stick to a theme when she’s gift-giving to you especially. They must be random, they must be completely new and fun every time—and that’s not a rule, it’s only like the laws of nature.

In retrospect, they’re all endearing in the end. If there’s one theme she missed, it’s that all these random trinkets pertained to you in some way, even in the oddest of aspects. Truth be told, she picked items up once they reminded her of you, and that itself was enough to excuse the weirdness of some of her presents.

LYNEY.

magic tricks ;; The gifts he gives themselves are… rather normal. But he is a person of presentation, or so he’d say. Therefore, the true uniqueness that set him aside from any other gift givers was the performance he gave alongside them.

For even the smallest of gifts—books, drinks, Mora—he insists he hides them from you first. With a wink and a grin that can be frustrating sometimes, the true present is really how hard he tries to impress you. And so, he goes out of his way to try something new every time. If you’re not impressed, absolutely astounded and amazed, then is it really a gift from him at all?

LYNETTE.

flowers ;; The irony is that Lynette hates flowers… When they’re given to her, at least. But they were always offered to her early into her career that she just associates them with goodness, and goodness, only. So in her mind, who is more deserving of flowers than you?

She doesn’t quite know flower meanings; she likely has no idea each one even had a separate connotation. But she knew that they looked pretty, and if you paid attention hard enough, you’d notice they were displayed in such a beautiful way every time she gave them to you, like she felt the need to carefully arrange them to your liking.

FREMINET.

seashells ;; ‘He sells seashells by the seashore’—not really, but he liked mumbling it to himself whenever he came by. He liked diving; pretty much everyone knew that. He liked the water; everyone knew that, too. But, he also liked to silently hand you shells he collected from his little water sessions.

If you took the time to notice all the details, you’d see that he only brings you complete shells, ones that stents cracked or broken. It’s as if he sorted them out one by one, making sure they look pristine before selecting them as the final one—and maybe, that’s truly what he does.

NEUVILLETTE.

dinner dates ;; He actually doesn’t… give you gifts. Physical ones, anyways. He’s a very serious yet interesting man, one that leaves you guessing what his next move will be.

What he does as a treat in place of a physical present is treat you out to a nice dinner, but you won’t know what days he will ask until he is already in front of you. They’re quite nice, though, as he always picks places he knows you enjoy at least a few things off the menu. And they’re quite expensive and classy, too. You’re also not quite sure if he picks these random nights based on your mood throughout the day, or based on his own selfish discretion… But honestly, you’ll never know.

WRIOTHESLEY.

tea boxes ;; The man in charge of a fleet of exiled convicts is one you’d consider to be more scruff and too barbaric of a person, but he is gentle in the way he likes his tea. It’s a form of art that calms him down from the bottom of the ocean, one that he thinks you would enjoy, too.

And so he loves giving sets of new blends he’s tried, or sometimes specific herbs to add to really make a different aroma pop more than usual. He always prefers tea over anything, and his gifts and recommendations are his way of saying he wants you to enjoy them, too.

NAVIA.

skincare ;; The lady is quite particular with the sun and the shade, the hydrating and hydro-boosting—she takes care in the art of aesthetics and believes it’s only fair that you pamper yourself, same way as she does on her own. There’s an interest she takes, one that is so particular in which she studies your type of skin just to find out what lotion would be best, or what would keep your face hydrated.

And at first, you’d think to yourself maybe it’s a bit insulting, like she needs to look better than you already do. But wish her dashing smile always so positive when she gifts them, it’s clear she has the best of intentions.

CLORINDE.

gold trinkets ;; Being a champion duelist meant many things, but one of those features implicated an eye for the golden prize. Gold was always classy, so she liked it. Love was also classy, and she liked feeling it whenever she thought of something to give to you. It was always something gold, ranging from expensive jewelry to even cheap, gold-lined trinkets.

But she thought of you when she chose it, and she thought it was pretty enough to give to you. And it felt lovely, at the very least, as if she was sharing her winning trophies.

[queenpiranhadon]

𝕬/𝕹: AHHH I'M SO HAPPY THIS EVENT CAME TOGETHER BIG THANK YOU TO ALL THE WRITERS IN THIS EVENT I LOVE YOU ALL SMMM 🤍 In case you couldn't tell, this is set in the world of Wonderland- though I've never read the books so please bear with me 😭 Here's the event masterlist for those who want to read the rest in the collection!

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌(𝖘): Cursing, mentions of death and decapitation, starvation, mentions of vomit but no physical vomit, Bakugou kisses you w/o consent BUT it's not bad I promise, soft Bakugou (maybe a little ooc but just bear with me here), incomplete plot, reader has a cat and a big family, reader is gender neutral but is written with f!reader in mind, Bakugou calls reader idiot.

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Loneliness, you came to find out, was an enveloping emotion, overwhelming and suffocating with no way out- it was a feeling you’d come to hate. 

Growing up in a big family, you were used to the neglect and isolation to a certain extent, but you never minded it. Now- you wanted to scream. 

Though it wasn’t loneliness as the main issue so much as your impending death waiting for you outside of these cell bars. 

It was cold, metal stinging your skin- you were starving, so nauseous you wanted to throw up, but you couldn’t, in fear you’d lose the little amount of food you already had. 

How did you get here in the first place?!

It was a stupid question- you knew how you got here, but everything felt so…surreal. Like everything had happened, but not to you. 

You had been at home, reading, before your cat and escaped the house again, prompting you to chase it. Watching your cat run down the street, you sprint after it, terrified of what may happen if a car comes down the road. In your tunnel vision however, you don’t notice the open manhole below you, and you fall, down,

down

down

down 

Down a rabbit hole that seems endless, with the strangest assortment of objects and creatures floating around you, as if stuck in time. You reach the bottom, finding a hall of doors, your eye catching onto a small locked one whose key was on a nearby table - along with a bottle marked DRINK ME and a piece of cake labeled EAT ME. 

At first, you panic, wondering where you are, tears threatening to spill over until you force yourself to take a deep breath and calm down.

You unlock the small door, only to see a beautiful garden on the inside, wanting to go see it, but annoyingly, you couldn’t fit through the door. Pocketing the tiny key, you rose up to your normal height, looking for a way to find an entrance- there must’ve been a way.

Eyes trailing back to the bottle and cake, you wonder if that’s how you’d enter. You had nothing to lose- there was no way back up the hole you’d fallen through. 

But you didn’t feel like dying - on the off chance it was poison. 

What would happen, you wondered, if you mixed the cake with the liquid?

You weren’t sure what would happen, maybe everything would explode - but then again, you really had no other choice. And so, you break the cake apart, and drop the pieces into the bottle, shaking it thoroughly, before bolting to the other end of the hallway.

There’s a rumbling, before the bottle explodes, glass shards sent flying everywhere as the liquid in the vial starts flowing out like a tap, the concoction you had made started pooling at your ankles, and then kept rising, to the point where you had to tread to keep your head afloat. 

The waters slowly shift, the hall of mirrors and the landscape around you changing, until you find yourself swimming to a seashore. Everything made no sense, your reality warping and things that should happen were happening- you honestly just felt so dizzy.

You were traveling for days after that, looking for something to eat, until one day, you stumbled across some tarts, and in a moment of desperation, you ate them- as you were on the brink of dying from starvation. 

What you didn’t know, is that those tarts belonged to the queen, the Queen of Hearts, and now you were facing execution for your trials.

Which is why now, in your cell, you sit- awaiting the end of your life.

You wonder how your cat is doing. 

TIme was hard to keep track of, considering you had no window, and no interaction with anyone. They didn’t feed you, and you had no bed, leaving you to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling.

You just wanted to go home…

One day however, you hear a sharp knock at the door to your cell and you jump abruptly, turning your head to find the source of the sound. 

A man, with blonde hair and piercing red eyes stood at your door, his locks spiked and you could see the urgency in his expression. 

“Oi, take this.” he whispers harshly, shoving a loaf of bread between the rungs of the cell’s gated wall and you take it gratefully, staring at him in shock. 

“Who-” you start, but he’s already gone. 

It went on like that for almost months, the strange man visiting you to bring you food every now and then, whether it be fresh bread, fruit, he even brought you cake once. 

It was strange, you knew, but you greatly appreciated his kindness, you only wished he stuck around- you longed for some company.

And then one day, everything came crashing down. 

The day of your execution. 

A hooded figure came to your cell that morning with a sack for your head and ropes to bind you with. And at his side was the ax that you knew would be the one cutting through your neck.

You felt sick.

Was this all just some twisted, horrible nightmare?

The figure unlocks your cell door, and you curl up into a ball in the corner, knowing what was going to come. But the figure doesn’t leave from the door, instead, they lift a gloved hand to take down their hood- to reveal those same vermillion eyes that had provided you with food.

“Wha- it’s you?!” you blurt out, your eyes widening when you realize. “Y-You’re supposed to kill me, aren’t you…?”

The man doesn’t say anything, turning his head to the side, but his eyes end up trailing back to you, raking over your form and taking in your state. 

“C’mon. We’re going.” the executioner says, holding out his hand - an offering, a chance. 

You stare at it, unbelieving. Was this some cruel trick? Would he turn you in? But the look in his eyes was genuine, a man who was capable of kindness, but thrown into a world that he couldn’t show it.

That hand, the one he was extending to you, had been used to take the lives of people, living beings. You wondered if it ever got any easier. 

You put your hand in his, and he pulls you up- but your malnourished body couldn’t support your weight immediately, and so you stumble, directly into the blonde’s arms.

“Ah, I’m so sorry I-” you fret, but he sighs, and adjusts your arms to lean on him. 

“Just shut up idiot, yer gonna get us both caught.” he grumbles, and you wince at his harsh words, but know he’s right.

You both slip out of the cell, shutting the door quietly before sneaking down the hallway, where the man said there was a secret stairwell that led to the yard, where the both of you could hide until the coast was clear. 

You reach it at the end of the hallway, only for you to hear footsteps at the end of the corridor. 

Shit!

The man grabs you and bolts for a nearby room- but your feet can’t keep up - moment your enveloped by darkness, you lose your footing- about to fall over and let out a yelp before a pair of warm lips comes in contact with yours, keeping you quiet.

You couldn’t see- but you knew that if you did, your face would be bright red right now- put off by the fact that you weren’t disturbed by the stranger kissing you, and more the fact that you… liked it?

His strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, preventing your fall, and you can’t help but melt into his touch. 

Outside you hear voices. 

“Hey- have you seen Bakugou? He was supposed to come to the throne room with the prisoner a while ago.” one asks.

“No… maybe we should check the prisoner’s cell.” the other one replies, and you hear the two men retreat.

The man, who you now know as Bakugou, pulls away, and wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you out of the room and up the stairwell. 

“Hurry.” he gruffly says, and you comply, dazed - still a hot mess from the kiss you shared. 

The two of you ran up the stairwell, to freedom, trying to keep from your steps echoing throughout the castle. 

Deciding to save both of your from the awkwardness, you don’t address the elephant in the room. Instead you ask something else. 

“Why…why are you helping me?” your voice barely above a whisper. 

Bakugou doesn’t stop running up the stairs though, only halting when he sees the top. 

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I…I don’t know.” he admits, looking away, giving you the opportunity to admire his side profile, taking notices of his ears which were tinged red. 

“Are you- are you blushing?” you tease, and he glares at you. 

“Shut up- idiot- is this how ya repay me?! I was supposed ta kill ya for heaven’s sake.” he glowered and you smile sheepishly in return. 

“Sorry… I just…” you trail off, unsure of what to say. “Thank you.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen and he scoffs, his face becoming slightly redder as he wraps your arm around him, giving you more support. 

“Whatever idiot- it’s not like I’m doing ya some charity here. I know ya don’t deserve this and frankly- the queen’s an old hag.”

His insult to the Queen of Hearts catches you off guard, bursting into quiet giggles -  not noticing the small smile that forms on Bakugou’s face, though it disappears as quickly as it comes. 

“We should probably get goin’ - they’ll be lookin’ for us soon.” he mutters, and you nod in assent stepping out into the yard, one step closer to freedom. 

Hopefully your cat hasn’t run out of food yet.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @cashmoneyyysstuff @starieq @lovelyiida @lady-ashfade @angels-fantasy

@seonne @sweetnans @vexis-world @2melamoo2 @tootiecakes234

@4evapika

[fullbl1tz]

Seaside Market. Beach Towel.

I had an idea of like .. what if you took a suit and made it out of beach towels. Now we got a seaside salesman [gender neutral]

Don't throw in the towel folks. Competition is looking rough. The one who sells seashells on the seashore.

[nerves-nebula]

So, Tang Shen is, as far as I know, a real name. However, it's Chinese, not Japanese, for seemingly no reason as she's implied to be Japanese in all iterations I can think of. 2012 show made their way around it by saying her grandfather was Chinese and 2003 show had the name on her gravestone written in Chinese without further comments, and that's all the reasoning we have for that.

Yoshi is a real Japanese name, meaning good luck.

Saki is also a real name, meaning blossom and hope, but it's actually female. And while there are gender-neutral names in Japan (Yoshi is, for instance) Saki isn't one of them.

Both Hamato and Oroku seems to be completely made-up. There's kanji 浜 (hama) meaning "beach, seashore" but that's about it.

So most parts of their names are real, but I would say by pure coincidence, as it seems no one creating them originally cared about authenticity.

Ok so that’s basically what I thought. tho I appreciate the run down of how other tmnt versions handled it

I also remember that part about saki being a girls name which would make his transition even funnier cuz he didn’t even pick a dude name. But I guess shredded is just #like that. Oh wellllll

[headmateelevator]

hello! could we ask for a koi fish mermaid headmate, perhaps? or a tubbo headmate of any variation, but preferrably with the role of caring for the body? thank you in advance! have a lovely day!!!

order up!

name(s) - Abyssal , Alkali , Allur , Bay , Brim , Brine , Brooks , Cecaelia , Cloud , Coastal , Coral/Coralie , Cordelia , Delilah , Dooriya , Flood , Gale , Irv , Jubilee , Lake , Mari / Maris / Marina / Marine , Maritime , Mere , Merrick , Misty , Oceana , Pollyanna , Riverine / Riviera , Seashore , Seaside , Seawater , Serena , Shore , Siren / Syren / Syrin , Storm , Summer , Sylph , Thalassa , Themis , Tide , Whirlwind , Windstorm, Aquamarine , aquatique , astraea , astro , athena , atolla , aura , aurelia , aurita , aurite , baia , bio , biolumine , blanche , blu , blue , bluette , bubble , capillata , caru , cassiopeia , cephea , chiro , chrysali , chrysao , cnidaria , coral , coralle , cordelie / cordelia , cosima , cosmo , crystal , crystalle , cyanea , cyanei , dentelle , divinity , dove.

pronouns - They / She / It / Blu / Blue / Blues / Cora / Coral / Corals / Cove / Coves / Coves / Drift / Drifts / Drifts / Ebb / Ebbs / Ebbs, Fi / Fin / Fins / Fo / Foam / Foams / Ke / Kelp / Kelps / Oce / Ocea / Ocean / Pe / Pearl / Pearls / Ree / Reef / Reefs / Sal / Sals / Sals / Se / Sea / Seas / Shel / Shell / Shells / So / Shore / Shores / Star / Fish / Starfishes / Ti / Tide / Tidal / Wa / Wave / Was / Blub / Bubble / Fish / Sing / Song / Splish / Splash / ⚡️/⚡️self / 🫧/🫧self / 🌊/🌊self.

gender(s) - agender fem , merfolk , mereic , mermaidcore , sirenish , merlikic , merblood/merfolkblood , sirenblood , mermonster , sirenmonster , autimeric/autimerfolkic , genderaqua , oceandream , sirekenic , creauterelle , thalassagender , seacreature , seaperilic , auramaric , seatix , autisirenic , merplayful , merpuplayful , merplaymate , mergender , phosirenial , merive , gendermerpup , merenvic.

orientations - sapphic , nmlnm , polyamorous.

role(s) - protector , soother , sister figure.

species - koi fish mermaid.

source(s) - brainmade

emoji(s) - 🐠 , 🐟 , 🧜 , 🧜‍♂️ , 🧜‍♀️ , 🎏 , 🦪 , 🐚 , 🌊 , 🪸.

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name(s) - Tubbo , Ram , Beloved , Toby , Doe , Fox , Tango , Faren , Pan , Faun , Bee , Clay , Dawn , Loaf , Moth , Luna , Eclipse , Stella , Flora , Buzz , Bug , Spyder , Flora , Forge , Garnet , Granite , Grayson , Harper , Hazel , Hero , Holly , hopper , iris , ivy , jade , jett , juniper , lapis , laurel , lilac , lily , magnolia , maple , marigold , mason , meadow , miner , mira , moss , nova , oak , onyx , opal , pearl , pebble , poppy , prairie , pyre , quill , red , reed , river , rocky , rose , rowan.

pronouns - he / ram / horn / headbutt / bzz / bee / book / write / explo / toxic / nuke / buzz / dawn / presi / civil / baa / fawn / flor / flower / petal / a / axe / adventurer / axe / birch / blaze / block / build / bun / cake / chest / clay / cobble / cow / craft / dark / dig / disc / end / eye / fight / flint / forge / fox / ghast / glow / goat / heal / hive / hx / hxm / hy / hym / ice / lava / love / mob / oak / ocean / ore / pearl / pick / pig / play / ram / sea / sapling / sheep / shx / hxr / shy / hyr / skele / skeleton / slime / smelt / smp / snow / stone / survivor / sword / teleport / thxy / thxm / thy / thym / tnt / tnt / tor / torch / tree / ve / vex / vwoop / warrior / water / wood / xp / xp. 

gender(s) - Boy(?) , UuuuuuuuhhhhMasc , SomethingMasc , Genderwhat , dimedowic , floraine , sheepcoric , sheeptransmasculine , starlemonic , tailic , fleecygender , maskgender , RAAAHHemotionic , Forestpicnicmulviboard , Beemoviescriptic , Cakehoneybeena , Sunnysummermulviboard , mossygoatgender , softpancakic , groggymorninggender , stargrapegender , arienfernian , hornjewelryaesic , goatgender , ramgender , goatplushic , starryapplegender.

orientations - bisexual , ambiamorous.

role(s) - caregiver , caretaker , soother , hygienist , body caretaker , taskdoer.

species - humany goaty thing.

source(s) - c!tubbo , DSMP.

emoji(s) - 🐝 , 🍯 , 🌻 , 🌼 , 🐐 , 🐏 , 🐑 , 🌿 , 🌱.

likes - bees and other bugs , friends , the color green , flowers , drawing , sourcemates , goats and sheep , animals and pets.

dislikes - being alone , people being hurt , rude people , fireworks , loudness.

front triggers - Sourcemates , friends , other source media, goats/rams , bees , explosives , fireworks , the system being threatened , being alone , the body needing care.

personality description - a rather hyperactive part , very energetic and interactive with friend and people bee likes to be around. he prefers to be near people rather than alone, and goes along with most things asked of him unless he outwardly has an issue with it. he enjoys making things like friendship bracelets from time to time.

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[all-time-alt-country-singer]

hello y’all!!

hi y’all!

name: Naomi Solace

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

status: single

age: why do you wanna know?

child: Will Solace

If you are a demigod and ever need a place to stay, my doors are open.

I make alt-country music and perform sometimes

I use darling and honey as gender neutral names

I’m here to hang out with other demigod’s mortal parents!

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

OOC: guidelines on the rp group

This is just a roleplay for the mortal parents of demigods -no gods-

Feel free to interact as characters- whether canon or oc- -if a will solace acc already sent an ask/interacted and you want your will acc to interact, feel free too!!-

gods’s blogs can interact as well

cussing is allowed but NO NSFW at all

be kind!!

If you want to join out of character has to be a minor -we are rping adults but we are all minors-

feel free to dm or put in my ask or under this post ask to be added -on either this acc or my main

if you want to make a mortal parent of canon demigods if they don’t have a named canon one (ex. Clarisse), you can!

you can also be mortal parents of your ocs

dead parents are aloud

If you want to try to use the tag ‘mortal parent hangout’ but no pressure

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ooc: people who are available/tags for accounts:

Sally Jackson- @i-sell-seashells-by-the-seashore

Paul Blofis

Frederick Chase

Tristan McLean

Darren Knowles

Latricia Lake

Beryl Grace- @yourlocalsuperstar

Esperanza Valdez- @esperanza-valdez-official

Emily Zhang

Marie Levesque-

Maria di Angelo- @that-one-lover-of-hades

Julian Ramírez-Arellano

Mr. Beauregard

May Castellan

Léa La rue- @the-original-la-rue

ocs parents:

Kelly- @professional-disney-adult

Sora Tora- @sora-tora

Alina Czajka- @alina-wonders

lmk if I forgot anyone!! 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

OOC:

my main: @that-dam-heartstopper-fan

out of characters will look like this: (ooc: ____)

I might try to use tags but I’m very bad about it

This rp group is mainly for the mortal parents to hang out and maybe gossip talk about raising a demigod

[melabea]

merfolk id pack!

includes names, 1stpp, 2ndpp, 3rdpp, genders, alterhuman flags, & other terms!

names:

Abyssal, Alkali, Allur, Bay, Brim, Brine, Brooks, Cecaelia, Cloud, Coastal, Coral/Coralie, Cordelia, Delilah, Dooriya, Flood, Gale, Irv, Jubilee, Lake, Mari/Maris/Marina/Marine, Maritime, Mere, Merrick, Misty, Oceana, Pollyanna, Riverine/Riviera, Seashore, Seaside, Seawater, Serena, Shore, Siren/Syren/Syrin, Storm, Summer, Sylph, Thalassa, Themis, Tide, Whirlwind, & Windstorm

1stpp: (xi/xe/xy/xine/xyself)

abyi/abye/aby/abyine/abyself, ba/be/bay/bane or bine/bayself, bri/bre/bry/brim/bryself, bro/brook/bry/bron/bryself, clo/cloud/cly/clone/clyself, coa/coast/coy/coan/coyself, cor/coral/coray/corine/corself, flo/flood/flooy/floine or floodine/flooyself, la/lake/lay/laine/layself, mari/marine/mary/marine/maryself, mer/me/mery/merine/meryself, oc/ocean/oceany/ocine/oceanyself, ri/rive/rivery/rine or riverine/riveryself, sea/se/seay/seaine/seayself, shor/shore/shory/shorine/shoryself, si/siren/sireny/sine/sirenyself, storm/storme/story/stormine/storyself, thalassic/thalassi/thalassy/thalassine/thalassyself, ti/tide/tidy/tine or tidine/tidyself, whi/whirl/whirly/whine or whirline/whiryself, & wi/wind/windy/wine or windine/windyself

2ndpp: (xou/xour/xours/xourself)

abyss/abyr/abyrs/abyrself, bay/bayr/bayrs/bayrself, brim/br/brs/brself, brook/br/brs/brself, cloud/clour/clours/clourself, coast/coar/coars/coarself, coral/cor/cors/coralself, lake/lakr/lakrs/lakrself, marine/mar/mars/marself, maritime/mar/mars/marself, me/mer/mers/merself, ocean/ocear/ocears/ocearself, rive/river/rivers/riverself, sea/sear/sears/searself, sea/seashore/seashores/seashoreself, seaside/seasir/seasirs/seasirself, sea/seawater/seawaters/seawaterself, sho/shore/shores/shoreself, siren/sir/sirs/sirself, sto/storms/storms/stormself, thalassic/thalassir/thalassirs/thalassirself, tide/tider/tiders/tiderself, whirlwind/whirl/whirls/whirlself, whi/whirl/whirls/whirl, wind/wir/wirs/wirself, & wind/windstorm/windstorms/windstormself

3rdpp: (xe/xim)

aby/abyss, bay/bays, brim/brims, brook/brooks, cloud/clouds, coast/coasts, coral/corals, flood/floods, lake/lakes, marine/marines, maritime/maritimes, mari/times, mer/mers, ocean/oceans, river/rivers, sea/seas, seashore/seashores, sea/shores, seaside/seasides, sea/sides, seawater/seawaters, sea/waters, shore/shores, siren/sirens, storm/storms, thalassic/thalassics, tide/tides, whirlwind/whirlwinds, whirl/winds, whirl/whirls, wind/winds, windstorm/windstorms, & wind/storms

genders: (all terms are links)

merfolk, mereic, mermaidcore, sirenish, merlikic, merblood/merfolkblood, sirenblood, mermonster, sirenmonster, autimeric/autimerfolkic, autisirenic, merplayful, merpuplayful, merplaymate, mergender, phosirenial, merive, gendermerpup, & merenvic

alterhuman flags: (all terms are links)

mermaid constelic, siren, merfolk alterproxy, siren alterproxy, mer/merfolk linosus, & mermaid kin

other terms: (all terms are links)

merfolk 4 siren/siren 4 merfolk, queer mer, mer privawor, siren privawor, merforial, mercollector/merhoarder, merspesque, miscemer/miscemerfolk, merchronal, sirenvior, mervior/merfolkvior, merinurvesi, aldermermic, merane attraction, & mermare attraction

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[melancholicstation]

The Socially Active Secretary: Chapter Four

pairing: robert francis kennedy female ❤︎ original character charlotte agapov (secretary!reader)

bobby and charlotte have a freak off olympic contest

synopsis: charlotte agapov, a divorcee whom recently moved back to the states after a disastrous lovers quarrel, assumes the secretarial position to the most important man in America, but it is not he who has captured her attention, no. instead, it's his meek younger brother, the runt of the kennedy pack, bobby francis kennedy.

[ 1917 words ]

taglist: @remotewatch @fortheloveofjos @krazyforkennedy @bloxholden35 @astro-vibes-bro @h-l-vlovesvintage @kimcrystal123 @absurdlyvintage @kennediva @tsloverr-13 @chemicalw0rld @jackiesgirl

chapter one, two, three

masterlist, charlotte moodboard, rfk moodboard

Chapter Four

May 3rd, 1962

The walk home was long in its silence but not all that uncomfortable. That, for Charlotte was a gold-star achievement. Ever since she was a young girl Charlotte had always felt out of step with her peers socially, though she had her fair share of confidantes and lover entanglements she had always felt a need to perform and study polite social cues whenever faced with interactions. But with him, with Bobby, things felt different. Not completely divergent but it gave her a sense of hope.

On the way home Charlotte noted to Bobby that she had only visited the cape a few times on occasion being that her family was typically more urban-inclined. To which he went on to point out his personal sights across the journey back to the cape residence; the national seashore, shining sea bikeway, and the Hyannis main street.

Though he had been relatively caging about the specifics of his upbringing, Charlotte had gleamed two things: that they were incredibly wealthy, and were incredibly Irish-catholic.

And the only Irish-catholic family that Charlotte could really think of were the Kennedy's--with their eldest son being the most powerful man in the western-hemisphere John Fitzgerald Kennedy the 35th president of the United States.

To be clear, Charlotte, a woman who had spent the better half of her life in an english chateau hadn't particularly been up to date on the ever embedding current that was the states political system. What Charlotte did know is that Jack was equally dreamy as he was a skirt-chaser. To be quite frank, Charlotte couldn't even tell you the first or last names of any of Kennedy's senior cabinet.

While aligning the damning connections between the family Bobby had spoken about with a reverence one only observes in the pews of an Italian church, and the family known for running amuck in white cotton t-shirts, not paying their debts at local restaurants, and having the united states president as their family member, Charlotte observed Bobby.

Oh well that can simply not be! Charlotte thought.

Though she had never met the ambitious young man in person, she would've expected a relative of his to carry the same gravitas and vigour that almost seeped out of the edges of the newspaper columns, mixing in with the black ink.

Bobby, as he was observed by Charlotte was nothing of what the media would mythologise a Kennedy man to be. If he was one at all. Bobby's image as it was presented to her; a man dressed in a ribbed cardigan, and wool lapel jacket who always spoke in a doughy, restrained tone and felt, at least to Charlotte, entirely towards the feminine gender. This image was so incongruous to the leanings of a Kennedy-man, that Charlotte dismissed the thought of Bobby even being related to the president or his laundry list of brother's and sister's

Just as she had decided this, she realised that she had completely zoned out of Bobby's monologue. In effort to make reparations for her impoliteness, Charlotte zoned back in, providing light commentary to his words and following his line of sight wherever it strayed.

This continued all the way to the front gate, up the wooden steps, and arrived at its timid conclusion at the front door. As she reached for the set of keys her Aunt had loaned her, Bobby surveyed the perimeter of the landscape of the home, careful to not stray too far in fear of looking too eager. Finally the keys made their presence known to Charlotte, and both entered through the door.

The doorway separated itself into three distinct pathways; the middle leading to the main living space, the left leading to Charlotte's temporary bunk, and the right leading to her Aunt's master suite.

Charlotte politely excused herself to the left hallway, but not before encouraging bobby to sit in the living room, assuring that she'd be back in a minute. Charlotte watched as Bobby politely complied, placing himself delicately on the arm of a linen couch settee, that her Aunt claimed was a gift from a Saudi business man she'd met in the 40s.

Though Charlotte hoped that, from Bobby's perspective at least, that she looked like the object of sereneness. She was anything but. As Charlotte entered her bunk, she manically started to hide all evidence of embarrassingly adolescent messy room; strewn bra's that were discoloured from age, old magazines, and a book-set of erotic poetry that she'd been gifted at a gag Christmas party. Not that she expected Bobby to ever come to her room, let alone her bed, Charlotte wanted to be prepared.

Charlotte had always felt carnally repressed as a teenage, entirely separated from her true desires, and that suppression had somehow followed her into Charlotte's late 20s. So much so that Hugo would tell you it held a pivotal role in the disillusionment of their marriage. Often after acts of passion, she would feel immense guilt and disgust towards herself, neither Charlotte nor Hugo could seem to agree on whether it was her strict catholic faith or some other aliment that was causing this shame.

Charlotte wondered that, through the cleaning of her bedroom, it was the physical manifestation of her personal desires towards bobby, impulses that she had found herself unable to tap into from girlhood.

Once the impromptu clean up ended, Charlotte fixed her hair, licked her lips, and rolled back her shoulders, stepping back into the walkway.

During her absence Bobby's had made himself quite at home. Observing the decor, with the soles of his leather loafers resting on the mahogany side table. But it was one item however that caught the 37 year olds attention. A open newspaper with a heading that read in big black bolded letters: Will the Cuba defeat of America troops haunt the rest of the Kennedy administration? America ways in.

Bobby acted as though he had been shot, these fews days in the cape had been designed for him to blow some steam off, steam which had been collected by the gruelling job of being his brother's keeper, oh and also the attorney general of the United States of America.

The newspaper being so carelessly laid out in the living room suggested to Bobby, that Charlotte at least had to have some indication of his brother, being that he is the president. Which is, by definition, not a job that flys under the radar of most Americans. But the way she spoke to him gave zero symptom that she knew of bobby's true relation to the most powerful man in the whole of America.

As quickly as she left Charlotte returned, forcing Bobby out of his mind and into a conversation. Charlotte eyes the newspaper and casually picks it up, rolling the edges to gain a better hold.

"God what a pickle he's got himself in huh!", Charlotte laughs breathlessly

"I mean to embarrasses yourself on a world stage has got to sting quite a bit, don't it?" Charlotte adds in a sympathetic yet ribbing manner.

"Well I don't know about embarrassing more like y-know, I suppose it's more of a learning curve than anything else." Bobby adds, clearly getting defensive. An emotion that she had get to gleam from the man so far.

"Oh come on you can't really believe that!" Charlotte urges, placing a soft hand on his fore arm, to try to further her point. "He ought to hold some shame at least, not bucket loads but a safe heaping would do him some good. At least that's what I would propose."

Bobby chuckles, rolls in his eyes, and fudges with the collar of his shirt.

"Oh come on, I like him as much as any other girl in these parts, but you've gotta admit that Cuba was a severe misstep on his part. Or are you a member of one of those fanatical jack Kennedy boy clubs?" Charlotte jovially questions.

Bobby sighs, "Worse, I'm his brother."

The world goes silent for a few moments. All of the sudden the subtle creak of the floorboards, and the distant chirps of terns scouring the coastline for prey could be heard, and made its presence loud.

There Bobby braced himself for two situations; one which would turn Charlotte into a fanatic social climber now equipped with the knowledge of his relation to the Kennedys or send her for the hills.

Yet, neither came to pass. Instead Charlotte looked shocked for a brief moment, but regained her composure not a moments later.

Charlotte simply bashfully smiled, adding that "Well now I'm the fool bagging off the president to his brother, do forgive me for that indiscretion, Bobby. It's nothing personal to you or your brother I swear."

To which Bobby quickly adds, "As am I. I'm frequently told, even by Jack himself, that I get far too protective, ruthless even. I do apologise that I hadn't told you sooner, I just assumed you knew. The president's family is not normally so incognito"

"Yes, not normally so but you see for the better half of your's brother's inauguration and presidency I was living in London. Much to your dismay, I report that there's not much coverage on the likes of Jack Kennedy in Mayfair, London." She murmured.

"Well that certainly explains it now doesn't it?" Bobby says in a trademark Boston accent, so strong that she felt utterly stupid for failing to connect the dots of his connection to the most popular family in all of Massachusetts.

"You're not turned off by my reluctance to the truth?" the thirty-seven year old man says in a tone that much reflects that off an insecure little boy.

"It's just that once I tell y-know a girl about who my family is, most no short of salivate at the opportunity to speak with jack, and quickly forget about me and I just-"

"Bobby you must know that you don't have to explain this to me, I understand it implicitly. Not about the having a president for a brother part but the weight of feeling not enough I do, deeply so." She murmurs, in a voice respective of the intimacy of the conversation at hand.

"Well that's great to now Charlotte" Bobby says with a clipped smile, it is only then that the pair realise how close they have gotten. So close in fact that the man could recognise the black that Charlotte had coated her eyelashes with that afternoon. Almost acting completely of itself, his hand gently arrives to cup the cheek of the woman.

Charlotte freezes yet finds her self nudging his body closer by her face, until their lips are parallel with each other. The pair held unsaid whispers of need within their eyes, as Bobby spoke up in what had seemed to be a period of silence to ask a simple question, "May I?"

Hugo never asked that, always with demanding hands and spoken in a tone that reminded Charlotte that he hadn't come into contact with the word "no" very much.

In light of that, Charlotte began to smile to herself and strongly began to nod, almost childlike in her excitement.

Slowly Charlotte and Bobby lips met as one, a perfect current of ebbing and flowing; like two oceans completely complicit in each other's happiness. And with that caused a descent of the pair into the couch cushions so gentle, you'd think it was choreographed by the New York ballet themselves ...

End of Chapter Four.

[tulpa-ceramicist]

🪸 Shapeshifting Seashore Seaweed Friend 🍄

[ 🪸 Lovely Shapeshifting Seaweed Friend 🍄]

{ The following denotes a range of possibilities to use as a base or to draw inspiration from, for you to form a tulpa or other created headmate. Please be sure to support healthy divergence and not unwillingly force any particular traits or roles onto your headmates! }

" An eager and explorative sea creature crawls up onto the shore, and shapeshifts workable legs to tromp through the forests. They can't wait to see more of this new world. "

💚 Info Below 💙

Names: Venus, Scallop, Cora/Coral/Coraline, Seasea/Sisi/Cici, Reef, Harbor, Skipper, Nori, Moss, Lichen, Algae

Pronouns: it/its, they/them, she/he, sea/seas, mo/mon, xe/xem

Genders: Demigender, Gendersea, Harboric, Plae-roteus, Genderflight, Goblincoric, Woodlandgender, Mossgender, Mosscoric, Seaweedgender (no link 😔)

Species: Shapeshifter, mermaid, sea creature, anthropomorphic fish, anthropomorphic cephalopod [+kintypes]

Age range (in human terms): 19~28

Orientations: grey-asexual/grey-aromantic, pansexual/panromantic, asexual/panromantic, demisexual/polyromantic, etc

Other Identities: N/A

Other Alterhumanity: conceptkin, oceanhearted, linktyper/'linker, plant multikin, scaleykin, dragonkin, pokékin, plantkin

Preferred colors: deep sea green/aqua, yellow, blue, most greens

Associated emojis: 🪸🍄🌲🍂🌊🦎🐢🐟🦑🦪🐚🏖️

likes: Plants (specifically ocean plants and ones by the seaside), Animals (specifically amphibious animals and small scaley creatures), exploring new places, lighthearted music, people & socialization, obscure things, small spaces, fungi and algae, the sunlight, the water, the bubbly feeling of ocean waves on the beach shore, relaxing environments (inside or outside), creepy-cute things (and just creepy things), Pokémon probably

Hobbies: Exploration, travelling paths & nature trails, gardening, foraging, crafting(jewelry making, weaving, molding clay), collecting (sea glass, cool rocks and shells, nice branches, etc), hanging out where people gather, socializing

Disposition: Friendly and bubbly, with a chill undertone. Is curious about others and the world around it, and enjoys talking with other people because of this. Sees things normally described as gross or dirty as cool and interesting. More focused toward how things & others look/feel/taste/smell/sound/etc and what they're doing than how they feel.

Preferred roles: Socializer, Companion, Crafter/Trinket Crafter, Hobbyist, Wanderer, Coach, Swimmer (*Extra reminder here to not force roles onto created headmates. Look into servitors if you just need something done!)

Associated system terms: Exanthrope, Optimist

Sources & Inspirations: Mermaids with more oceanic features, rocky ocean beaches, Seaweed as hair, coral reefs, forest sunrises

Quirks and patterns of speech: Succint sentences, short words, but generally either very eager and invested or calmly absorbing what's happening/what's being said around mon.

Music Vibes: Wild Child - Enya, Come Along With Me - Adventure Time, Ebudae - Enya, Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf, Another Believer - Rufus Rainwright, The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake

Preferred outfit styles: [1] [2] (cape only) [3] [4]

Aesthetic: [1] [2] [3] [4]

FCs: [1] [2] [3]

[anghraine]

fanny-price-defense-squad replied to this post:

@anghraine who was it???

Oh!! I was so foggy when I posted the "which Austen character mainly contributed to my dissertation" poll that I actually completely forgot it existed. The people actually did vote, if barely, for the right choice—Mary Crawford!

(Darcy was right behind her in the poll but barely mentioned in the dissertation, while Henry Crawford—who only got 1.5% of the vote—also figured pretty significantly.)

Now I'm looking at other results of my own polls over the last year, as well:

The "Why is Elrohir's name in Gondorian rather than Elvish Sindarin" poll result: a strong vote for "actually it's Númenórean Sindarin" (the assumption I've always made myself, but it was interesting to think about other possibilities, since Tolkien never explained it).

The "Pick a fave from my Tolkien faves from each major text" poll result: Faramir narrowly beat out Gandalf with everyone else far behind (the closest was Lúthien).

The "pick a fave from my faves from five fandoms" poll result: Faramir again, closely beating out Luke Skywalker and Fitzwilliam Darcy (Moiraine and Gwen Thackeray never had a chance).

The "best dead guy from my dissertation" poll result: Jonathan Swift just squeaked past Olaudah Equiano!

The two women's wrongs polls: the first poll result was Clytemnestra, the second Azula.

The "what's your headcanon for the unexplained reasons the Stewards were not in the line of succession despite being descendants of Anárion" poll: by a huge margin, actually, the people chose "they were formally removed from the succession in exchange for the powers of the Stewardship."

The "pick your favorite video game/series" poll result: a very unsurprising and easy win for the Mass Effect trilogy (with BG3 the only thing even remotely near).

The "why do those of you who also like fics about ostensibly cis male characters in canon being genderbent to women" poll result: it's interesting to imagine how the character and plot would be affected, slightly beating out the option for "I neither like nor dislike the fics as a genre, I just like the good ones."

The "vote between my top Spotify Wrapped songs" poll results: "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac slightly beat out Florence + The Machine's "King" and Queen's "Who Wants to Live Forever" (both exactly tied in close second place).

The "what is the best non-canon FemShep pairing" poll result: Shepard/Jack won pretty handily!

The "which of my ~controversial headcanons do you like best" poll result: Elizabeth and Darcy have separate bedrooms and this is good for their marriage.

The "which non-canon Darcy ship is best" poll result: Darcy/Anne Elliot, which mildly surprised me (I like it but am not sure they'd get around to talking to each other), beating out the world conquest pairing of Darcy/Emma.

The "which of my selected Queen songs is the most purely beautiful in your opinion" poll result: "Under Pressure" (with David Bowie), narrowly beating out "The Show Must Go On."

The "what would be the most awesome class/subclass for my Seldarine drow in BG3" poll result: Paladin of Vengeance! (I actually did make her and am just getting back into playing BG3 again after dissertation hell derailed her avenging of injustices.)

The "who played your favorite Marguerite St. Just" poll result: Jane Seymour, easily.

[imjunebitch]

channelers chapter three: bones that remember the pain they are given

yo, it's June again, with the third chapter of Channelers! if you're only seeing this on my blog and you have zero idea what this is, good news, all this shit is together on @channelers-series

cw for: body horror, lesbian yearning, existential dread, cats that eat people, pretty intense violence, abusive parenting, abusive uncling, lesbians who don't know how to talk to each other, and snake gods that eat things that aren't edible.

~~

Eddie groaned in pain. He had learned that to mitigate this pain he had to stand very close to the sink. If he attempted to sit down, his arm, of course, was stretched upwards, which made his wrist hurt all the more. This meant he had been standing for a long time. He took turns putting pressure on either leg.

He was fairly certain that his wrist was fractured. A metal cuff encircled that same wrist, attaching him rather firmly to the sink in Kai's kitchen.

He should not have attempted to choke them to death. That was something apparent to him, in all honesty. But they had taken his fucking baton. He needed that. It was his only friend.

That pimply fucking rat person had taken it while he slept, on the air mattress. The air mattress with no pillows, or sheets, or blankets. They were about a stones throw away from feeding him out of a dog dish, he thought. If he hadn't hated them before, he did now.

God DAMN he needed that baton. It was his fucking grounding rod. Without it, it was like a strange energy coursed through him, with no way to release it. It was agonizing. He needed it, it helped him keep away things like-

LOOK WHO'S SUFFERING WITHOUT MY HELP

Fucking Christ.

"Leave me alone. I have no interest in going crazy. Last time you got me captured by a talking cat head and a Transgender woman."

WOW, LET'S NOT BRING GENDER INTO THIS. THAT IS AN IRRELEVANT DETAIL. AND I USED YOUR BODY TO DO THE MOST IMPRESSIVE THING YOU HAVE EVER BEEN INVOLVED WITH IN YOUR SAD, MISERABLE LIFE, BOY.

"You are a hallucination. Leave me alone."

YOU PUT UP A DECENT FIGHT, I SUPPOSE. WITH THAT METAL COCK OF YOURS, YOU MANAGED A DECENT, IF AMATEURISH, WARD AGAINST ME-

"What is a fucking Ward? I want some straight answers!"

AND I WANT TO BE SIPPING FUCKING MIMOSAS ON A SEASHORE, FUCK YOUR DESIRES. FREE YOURSELF.

Eddie nodded, and smiled genially at the disembodied voice. "You know what, you're right. I will get right on that! Man, it's a good thing that I'm fully fucking capable of doing that, AND I'VE CLEARLY JUST BEEN STANDING AROUND WITH A BROKEN, HANDCUFFED WRIST FOR THE PAST THREE FUCKING HOURS PURELY OF MY OWN VOLITION KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF KILL YOURSELF-" after that, he made a violent chorus of shrieking, snarling, and spitting, incapable of even forming a coherent thought.

EXCUSES, EXCUSES.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something furious, but was cut off by the sound of glass breaking. He fell completely silent.

He heard footsteps, but they were not Kai's. He could tell that. Whatever had entered the house was ambling slowly and unevenly, dragging itself.

When the figure entered the room, Eddie had to fight back screams. It had gray, wet skin, black eyes, and writing cut into its body. It turned to him, and looked at him hungrily.

WELP, YOU ARE FUCKED. SORRY.

~~

Luci and her goddess lived in a dirt-cheap apartment in the basement of a much larger complex.

It was remarkable how low the cost of living could be, if you were willing to forego all joys, pleasures, luxuries, and complimentary services. Of course, it would have made living completely unenjoyable, and even impossible, if not for the many blessings of her goddess. Luci's apartment was, technically, a temple, thanks to a very complex ward Bastet had taught her, and as such, she felt naturally relaxed and blissful in it. Her goddess was always with her, but was especially true here.

Luci adored wards. Priests had a bad reputation. Many said that they couldn't do any Channeling without an Elder God holding their hand, (and it was true that Luci couldn't make Constructs to save her life) but wards were like second nature to her. She'd been skilled at them even in those horrible days when she knew she was a Channeler but had not yet met Bastet.

It was simple, and intuitive for her. Making a request of the world. And if you were persuasive enough, the world obeyed. A ward on the water of her apartment, to heat up. A ward on her apartment for protection. A ward on her toilet, to Fucking Flush. Hell, in her teenage years, she'd essentially home brewed HRT wards, although after she'd told Bastet a few years back, Bastet had told her to "NEVER FUCKING DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN OH MY GOD." Apparently putting wards on yourself, or any living being actually, was impossibly dangerous. Whoops. She got checked for breast cancer, and it turned out she'd been phenomenally lucky, thank God.

Luci had woken up that morning, in her loose pink bathrobe, hair in a fucking rat's nest, and muttered "Morning Basty."

Bastet's cat head construct was not necessary in the apartment, thank God, she was everywhere in the apartment. The temple ward meant she was essentially omnipresent in the few rooms Luci lived in. No point in putting her in the sock puppet here.

GOOD MORNING WORM. DID. DID YOU SLEEP OKAY

"Yeah, I slept good, bitch! Did you creepily watch me the whole time?" The disembodied voice sounded out through the room again.

NO, ASSHOLE. I RETRACTED MYSELF INTO THE DREAMLANDS, LIKE I DO MOST NIGHTS. I WATCH YOU ONLY ON OCCASION, LIKE IF I AM WORRIED YOU MIGHT NOT SLEEP WELL.

"You're weirdly sweet for a creepy stalker freak!" Luci teased, and Bastet grumbled quietly. She didn't sound that upset though. Really she sounded more affectionate than anything else. Luci smiled softly and began to change into a blue collared shirt and Khakis.

WOW, DRESSING FANCY.

"This is how I always dress, my queen."

YEAH WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT? YOU SHOULD SHOW MORE SKIN!!!! OR WEAR PAJAMAS. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE ANYWHERE TO BE!

"I'm not indulging your weird pajama fetish, Basty."

I HAVE HAD MORE PEOPLE KILLED IN MY NAME THAN YOU HAVE MET IN YOUR LIFETIME. DO NOT CALL ME BASTY!

"Nasty Basty!"

KILL YOURSELF NOW!!!!

Luci laughed, putting her high black socks on, and her shoes. "Aw, you don't mean that, do you? Who would sacrifice you birds?"

I'M A HOT FUCKING COMMODITY! I COULD REPLACE YOU LIKE A PAIR OF DOLLAR STORE EARBUDS!

"But would another cultist go to the trouble of catching you the doves you want? You'd get stuck receiving pigeons and seagulls!"

OH GOD ANYTHING BUT THAT

Luci giggled softly, pausing only when she heard a knock on the door. She frowned, wrinkling her brow slightly. "Who could that be this early?" Bastet laughed at her shrilly.

I WILL GO OUT ON A LIMB AND SAY IT'S PROBABLY ONE OF THE FOUR PEOPLE YOU KNOW

"I know more people than that!" Luci said, with false exasperation. "Don't be bitchy."

YES I SUPPOSE NOW YOU ALSO KNOW THE BODYGUARD SUNNY HAD LAST NIGHT.

Luci rolled her eyes. "You're mean," she said, unconvincingly, and she went to open the door.

The figure on the other side stared at her, black eyes out of grey skin, wards carved into its pallid flesh.

~~

Sunny was embarrassed from the moment she woke up.

Yig had at least had the dignity of laying her to sleep on her bed... Sunny was used to waking up in the library, or the bathtub, or in one particularly baffling case, outside in the yard. The Elder God lost track of time, and when the time came to switch, she was rarely in a comfortable place. No, Yig was all good, she hadn't done anything wrong. Sunny had.

Sunny flipped around on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. She'd fucking cuddled with Imani. Jesus, within a day of meeting her. Yeah, she'd been really tired, and a little bit out of sorts after almost being killed by some hunter construct, but she'd probably weirded her out... And she hadn't wanted to do that at all. She liked Imani! Imani was super cool, and buff, and collected, and literally everything Sunny knew she wasn't... And she'd gone on the first day, and made absolutely certain that their relationship was going to be as awkward as possible. She groaned aloud, and forced herself out of bed. Eeugh.

No wonder her head hurt so bad, she thought exhaustedly, all the lights were on in her room. She'd assumed it was just her shame made manifest. She glanced at the top of her dresser drawer, and smiled, seeing the note on top of it. Yig had written her while in her body. That wasn't something she did every night, and it was nice to see. She walked towards the drawer and examined the paper. It was written in green crayon, as usual, scrawled in all caps, almost illegible. But she knew her goddess, and could figure it out. It read:

DEAR MY MOST FAVORITE CULTIST:

YO OKAY ITS YIG AGAIN I KNOW I HAVENT WRITTEN IN AN EMBARRASSINGLY LONG TIME OK AND IM REALLY SORRY ABOUT THAT BUT I MISS TALKING TO YOU BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I RECEIVE YOUR PRAYERS BUT OUR BODY SITUATION MEANS I CAN'T REALLY TALK DIRECTLY TO YOU

OKAY FIRST OBVIOUSLY CONGRATS ON BAGGING THAT BODYGUARD CHICK I KNOW YOURE PROBABLY ACTING WEIRD AROUND HER (LOL YOU FUCKING WEIRDO) BUT ANYWAY I APPROVE SHES SUPER HOT YOU GOT THIS BUDDY AND HEY YOU WERE CUDDLING WERENT YOU THATS PROGRESS I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE CAPABLE OF TOUCHING A GIRL WITHOUT THROWING UP

IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN AND I CANT ERASE IT BECAUSE I USED THIS CRAYON THANKS FOR BUYING ME MORE CRAYONS BY THE WAY YOU KNOW IM CRAZY ABOUT THEM AND IM BEING CAREFUL NOT TO EAT THEM ALL IN ONE GO AND REMEMBER TO BRUSH MY TEETH AFTER BECAUSE I KNOW YOU HATE THE TASTE

OKAY IM PROBABLY GONNA SWITCH SOON BECAUSE ITS ABOUT THAT TIME ANYWAY I MISS TALKING TO YOU SO YOU SHOULD WRITE BACK OR JUST SAY A QUICK PRAYER I KNOW ITS CHEESY AS FUCK BUT YOU REALLY ARE INE COOL LITTLE DUDE AND I LIKE HEARING FROM YOU EVEN IF WE CANT TALK LIKE BEFORE BECAUSE OF THE BODY SHARING THING (WHICH YOU SHOULDN'T FEEL BAD ABOUT ITS MY HONOR TO KEEP YOU SAFE AT NIGHT AND MAKE SURE YOUR SHITTY DAD DOESNT HURT YOU NOBODY LAYS A FINGER ON MY GIRL NOT ON MY WATCH ANYWAY)

GOOD LUCK WITH THE HOT BODYGUARD DONT FUMBLE THIS YOUR GOD COMMANDS IT

-YIG

Sunny giggled as she finished reading. Yig was nice, and pretty silly. Sunny missed talking to her as well. She missed her a lot. She stopped, kneeling on the ground and saying a quick prayer for strength while talking to Imani, and dealing with her father. She prayed for bravery, and threw in a quick admonishment for being weird about Imani. That wasn't cool! It made her feel weird and awkward and made her face weirdly warm.

She noted the sleeveless muscle shirt and loose athletic shorts she was wearing. Sweaty. Yig had clearly gone running again, and hadn't changed. Although she didn't stink, so clearly she had showered. Weirdo! Why did she put dirty clothes back on? She grumbled as she undressed, and put on clean underwear, and loose sweatpants and some metal band tshirt with a logo that looked like a pile of sticks.

This was good! She could move and breathe now! She said another quick prayer to tell Yig she fucked up. Affectionately. Of course. Maybe. Mostly.

Sunny stepped out of her room, and glanced down the hallway.

Fuck. Colm was down the hallway, staring blankly from his warped, rough face, his eyes glinting. He scared her. Almost as much as her dad. Almost, nothing was as scary as her dad, not even that hunter construct that Imani had heroically killed the previous night.

Colm looked at her with his face that did not move, and she hurried towards the door Imani's room was behind, which was unfortunately in the direction he was. It was frightening, and she felt her heart beating like a jackhammer, her ears throbbing in time. She hurriedly knocked on the door.

"hey, come on in," Imani said quietly. Sunny turned the doorknob and stepped in. As she did, she noted, a little late, that a small slip of paper had been taped to the door. She glanced at it. It read:

SERIOUSLY IF YOU FUMBLE THIS I'LL KICK YOUR ASS <3

Sunny rolled her eyes, crumpled it up, and stepped into the barely furnished room. Imani was sitting upright on her bed, wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. Jesus Christ, it was cute as hell. Her muscular frame and her short curly hair... Jeez! Sunny struggled to speak.

"Um... Good morning, Ms. Imani. I... I didn't wake you up, did I?" Imani shook her head. "No. I was up." Sunny smiled at her awkwardly. "Is it okay if I sit next to you?"

Imani made an expression that Sunny couldn't really decipher. Regardless, she nodded, and Sunny sat beside her. She stared at Imani, and Imani looked at her, a little askance, and then looked away sharply. Okay. Small talk. She could do this.

"Your bathrobe is cute!"

Fucking Christ.

Imani smiled, a little shyly, an unexpected expression on her face. "Thank you, ma'am." Sunny tilted her head quizzically. "You don't strike me as the bathrobe type, exactly?" Imani laughed in one sharp burst, shaking her head. "Because I'm muscular and butchy and working as a bodyguard?" Sunny nodded slightly. Imani shrugged. "Yeah, I'm a robe and dress girl, mostly. In my free time."

Sunny cleared her throat. "Um. I'm not here to talk about your bathrobe, in all honesty. I want to apologize. For last night. Cuddling up to you was really... Unprofessional of me, and I'm sure it made you uncomfortable, and I'd like to apologize, basically. For making this weird."

Imani shook her head. "You'd just been the victim of an attempted murder. You shouldn't feel required to be professional at all. I should. You faced a traumatic experience and wanted to cling to the nearest person.

Sunny felt a little crestfallen, which made very little sense, but then Imani squinted at her with a mildly frustrated face, and began talking again, more emphatically this time. "Frankly, I've been beating myself up over how unprofessional I was. The comments I made while fighting that corpse-thing. My... Reaction to your touch. I... I do genuinely want to apologize for that. It was unfair to you. I shouldn't... Ergh."

She shook her head rapidly, leaving Sunny incredibly confused as to what to think or feel. She wondered if Yig would qualify this as fumbling her. Sunny looked to the side, and heard her own voice, quietly speaking. She realized in short order, much to her own horror, that she was saying "I... Liked. What you said. It made me feel safe, I think."

(that was true, although that was skimming the fucking surface of why she'd liked Imani saying it. oh god.)

Imani looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh," she muttered. "H... Huh. Okay. I'll..." She cleared her throat. "I will keep that in mind."

They were silent for a long time, and Sunny imagined five ways to die that would be less painful. Finally, Imani spoke. "Can I take a shower?"

~~

Luci leapt back, the creature rushing towards her. She recognized it. A hunter construct. Usually made of pieces of cut up bodies. Sent by... Well. Sent by someone. Luci didn't know who, and she knew it wasn't time to think about that.

DON'T WORRY. THAT FUCKER CAN'T COME IN HERE

The hunter constructs carved wards began to glow orange, and it was blasted out of the room through the door at top speed, slamming into the wall.

HAHA FUUUCK YOU, ZOMBIE BITCH!!!

Luci laughed. With her goddess's help, she created the cat head construct, as she left the room, entering the hallway. The shattered, splintered corpse restructured itself, bones and meat rewiring itself. Good fucking form, whoever made this was a pro. Auto repair was really hard to do! Especially for such a basic construct. "Shit," she muttered. "I don't have my rifle."

EH, IT'S FINE! WE CAN TAKE IT! FUCK IT UP!!!

Luci nodded, and quickly cast a flame ward on it, setting it ablaze. It's flesh was cooking, which smelled absolutely disgusting. Luci retched, and the cat head construct Bastet was inhabiting licked it's lips.

WELL, THE MONSTER TRYING TO KILL YOU IS NOW ON FIRE, DUMBASS. GOOD ONE! YOU'RE DOING GREAT!

"You forget, you sarcastic bitch, that the wards cast on the Hunter are carved into its flesh," Luci replied, clumsily sidestepping a violent jab from the creature. "Which makes them much stronger than if they were just theoretical, but does mean... well, no skin, no wards."

OH, SHIIIT, NEVER MIND. GOOD ONE MY DISCIPLE. I TAUGHT YOU WELL.

Luci snorted. "Yeah." The body tumbled to the ground, shuddering, losing it's strength and ability to move. Luci crouched down beside it, prodding it with a finger. Ow, it was hot! She felt dumb as fuck for touching it.

NOW WHAT

"Well, my crepuscular queen, I would like to find out who sent it, but first things first we need to smuggle this dead body into our apartment, before it gets seen by some other tenant. And then we need to dispose of the body. And I'm about to make you very, very happy..."

Luci smiled at Bastet.

"I need you to eat it."

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

~~

About four miles from Kai's house, a car had wrapped itself around a pole, from the back. The back of the car was practically folded in half, and it was smoking. The door, the one in the front, on the passenger side, had been torn off of its hinges, and pushed inward, like something capable of impossible, inhuman speed had torn through it while the car was still moving, diverted the car, caused this wreck.

The driver's seat was stained with Kai's blood, and it was foul-smelling. But Kai was not in the seat. The door, the one on the driver's side, was open. The seatbelt was unbuckled.

At the very front, a small sticky note had been tucked beneath the windshield wiper. It read: "dont call the police please," and then there was a small smiley face dream at the bottom. The "i" in police was dotted with a heart.

Traffic wrapped around the block. Everyone slows down next to a wreck, some compulsion in the human heart to see the grisly details for itself. But nobody did anything. Everyone kind of assumed the person ahead of them had.

~~

After she took a shower, Imani came out to see Sunny still sitting on her bed. Imani thanked God, privately, that she had changed in the shower. "Hello, ma'am," she murmured awkwardly.

"Hi," Sunny said quietly, "Sorry that I'm still here, I know I look like a weirdo and an asshole, but... Colm is out there. I was scared to go out by myself."

Imani did not know how to fucking deal with this at all. She wasn't a therapist, or even a particularly "emotionally healthy" person. Hell, she wasn't really all that smart. But, okay, Sunny was her responsibility, and yes, okay, she kind of also liked her a tiny bit. So she decided to try helping out.

"Sunny..." Imani began, "Colm is your uncle, right?" Sunny shrugged. "I mean, I guess?" she responded, seemingly genuinely unsure. The dynamics in this house were weird as fuck. Whatever, not her business. Imani nodded and continued. "Does he... Does he hit you, Sunny?"

Sunny shrugged. "Less now. I mean... I can't talk about this. You'll do something crazy and Colm might hurt you, or my dad will make everything worse..." She looked slightly panicked, and Imani felt bad for freaking her out. "Just, I can't... You, you have to promise that you won't do anything stupid. I don't... I don't think you're stupid, obviously, I'm stupid, but. You can't help me by fighting them or-"

Imani put her hand on Sunny's bony shoulder and smiled as warmly as possible. "Can I help by staying with you, and protecting you?"

Sunny looked at her like nobody had ever looked at her before, nobody, in her whole life, her eyes brimming and her face twisted into a shaky, tight-lipped smile. And her eyes had a quality that reminded Imani of a golden retriever. Trust, utter, unapologetic trust. Imani had seen people who were paying her to protect them look at her with a similar kind of need, but this surpassed all of those times. Nobody had ever looked like they needed her this much. It did fucking wonders for her ego, for the four or five seconds before it broke her heart.

Imani cleared her throat, running a shaking, bony hand through her long black hair, and she said, quietly, "Yes. Please." And Imani smiled again and gave her a thumbs up, in a motion she decided was cool, squeezing her shoulder with her other hand.

"I would like to get out of this fucking house," Imani murmured conversationally. "I think I will go buy a mini fridge from a Lowe's for my room and get breakfast on the way. Would you like to come with me?"

Sunny nodded fiercely, and walked beside Imani, uncomfortably close, down the hallway, past Colm, who stood remarkably still, all the way out onto the pavement and into the demolished but still functional car. It started, that was a small blessing, but a blessing regardless, and Imani drove away from that awful house, with Sunny in tow.

~~

The creature had not tried to kill Eddie. Eddie had pissed himself, screamed, almost passed out... but it had made no movement to harm him. It had just. Stood there. For fucking hours, it had stood there, and so had he, in his own FUCKING PISS. It was hours, the microwave had a damn clock, he knew it was hours, but it had still felt longer.

So Eddie had a lot of time to consider the creature. It looked like a pile of roadkill lazily shaped into a bipedal shape. It was red and wet, and scrawled in what looked like a satanist's notebook doodles. It stood completely rigid, like it didn't know what to do, or, like Eddie decided later, like maybe it was waiting for something, or someone. If it was, Eddie never found out.

Because the back door flew open, and Kai stormed into the house. Blood was dripping down their pale, pimply face, rat-like features twisted in fury, red staining their blue, spiky hair. "You motherfucker," they hissed, glowering at the creature. "You fucking caught me off guard. I've got you now."

Kai ran forward, grinning manically, and thrust their entire arm into the thin, elbow deep. It tore away, and lashed out, slashing their forehead open. Blood on the linoleum tiles, then, and Kai staggered back, turning slightly and giving Eddie a ridiculous grin and thumbs up. "That fuck didn't take my flesh wards into account," they said, nonsensically and gleefully.

Eddie didn't know what the fuck a flesh wards was, but apparently what it did was melt the creature from the inside out. The thing kept moving, but it's center was dripping, flowing, as meat became a smoothie. Pearls of white fat dripped down it's sides. Its mouth opened and closed as it lurched forward, throwing itself on Kai, knocking them on the ground.

"Owww..." they moaned. "It... it's okay, bro!" They said to Eddie. "I got this!"

They threw the thing off of themself, and it his the fridge with a sickening wet slapping sound. It fell on the ground, struggling to lift itself up, and Kai stood up, stomping on it's head, crushing it. It splattered under their boot, and Eddie cringed.

Kai turned to him. "That's a hunter construct," they muttered, shrugging. "Somebody specifically designed it to hunt and kill me. It smashed through my car and almost killed me, and then it came here to wait for whatever made it. This shit ain't over."

Then they shrugged, grinning brightly. "But hey, it's nice to be a wanted commodity! Now, seeing as I just saved your life, is the Stockholm syndrome bad enough yet that you won't try to kill me or leave if I free you?"

Eddie nodded, and then froze, gritting his teeth and considering. He managed to croak out, "Can... I have my cudgel... please?" Kai grinned. "Oh my God, that was almost polite! He can learn! Sure thing buddy, and maybe some clean clothes too, you smell like piss. And I'll do my best to heal that wrist."

That was how Eddie ended up spending his afternoon wearing clothes made for someone half his height, playing Mario Kart one-handed, with a person he utterly hated.

[barebonevulture]

Oxe (Oxalaia-Spinosaurudae family)

[I use Fish and eels to design my Spinosaurus’, so I I used Iguanas to design my Oxalaias’, which is why she is spiky and has a Dewlap and a bit more rugged]

Name- Oxe

Species- Oxalaia

Gender- Female (Simultaneous Hermaph- ((like some species of fish))

Age- 32

Familial Status- All Female Harem of 6 other Oxalaia

Personality- Gentle, Kind, Dominant, Strong-willed, Loving, Affectionate

Preferred Location(s)- Marsh areas in the cold months and Red Island during the hot months

Preferred Food(s)- Fish, Crustaceans, Ceratos, Achillos, Kapros

Traits- She is a female Oxalaia yet she has both functioning reproductive genes. Shes bigger than the average female Oxalaia and has eyes only for the females. She formed a bonded harem with all female Oxalaia in her harem, six in total, her as the 7th and the Matriarch. She leads them and cares for them, tender and dominant yet gentle. She does not favor one of her females over the other. As each one means something important to her.

Her six females are Iwana, SeaShore, Candle, Verde, Oasis and Mist.

[bagoastheeunuch]

Date

HQ 3k artwork + steps process

I started this artwork so long ago, back in the summer of 2017, that I don’t even remember what the idea was. My story with original characters seems to me like a vague and unclear dream, shrouded in the fog of the past. After rereading the notes and unfinished story, I remembered that the idea was a date between two characters who loved each other, but never reconciled, separated by the morals and norms of the era in which they lived. Byzantium with its Orthodox morality considered same-sex relationships sinful, and although in real life few followed this (hiding), there were those who, out of fear of public censure, rejected their nature, to the detriment of themselves and those who had the misfortune of loving them. This is what happened to these two people. A young man named Heraclius (he is very religious, trying to be right in everything) was in love with Eleutherius, a eunuch of extraordinary and rare beauty, who served the senator Eubulus, for whom Heraclius also worked as a bodyguard. And since Heraclius was heterosexual, he was enchanted by the eunuch's feminine beauty, but he was upset, knowing that Eleutherius was actually a young man. And a eunuch at that. He had been brought up in an environment that disdained eunuchs as unworthy and deformed creatures, unmanly, and having all the shortcomings attributed to female in ancient and then Christian society. Only the imperial power valued eunuchs and placed them on an honorable level, while the common people and the army despised and hated them. It was very difficult for me to describe these moments. The story pays much attention to the social problem, which, in fact, has not changed since then, in relation to eunuchs, intersex people and people of the third gender. Heraclius could not come to terms with his feelings. Love becomes stronger every day, but the dark ghost of the past does not give him peace. He remembers how in childhood he saw the death of his classmate Alexius; the body of the dead eunuch, who threw himself off a cliff and crashed on the sharp rocks on the seashore. What was sad was that he saw how people around him mocked Alexius and did nothing. He did not understand why people and other children treated the poor boy so badly, but he could not prevent it. A series of traumatic events led to tragedy. Alexius died. And Heraclius felt guilty for not doing anything to prevent this from happening. This tragic event was so deeply etched in Heraclius' mind that as an adult he continued to have nightmares about Alexius and felt a certain fear of everything connected with it.

The beautiful Eleftherios reminded him of Alexius, and this aggravated his painful feeling.

Heraclius was a married man, but his marriage did not bring him happiness. It was not that he did not love his wife Agatha, on the contrary, he tried for the family and did the best.

He thought that even if Eleutherius were a woman, he would not be able to be with them as a family man. Alas, he did not know that his wife was unfaithful to him and cheated on him with his best friend, a homophobic and the two-faced man Constantine.

Eleutherius had the gift of clairvoyance, he saw the past and the future, and working as a bodyguard for Senator Eubulus, he prevented several assassination attempts. He also perfectly saw Heraclius' past, as well as the essence of other people, which caused him strong mental pressure. The weight of negative, sad, and even terrible thoughts, emotions, and actions of other people made Eleftherios a misanthrope, not believing in the possibility of redemption of human vices, not believing in love and the good nature of human. Deeply disappointed with humanity, he had every reason to become a villain, but nevertheless, he himself followed the path of goodness and forgiveness.

So, gradually, Heraclius' love for Eleutherius acquires a spiritual meaning, but it was impossible for him to get rid of his vices and mistakes, and Eleftherios, finally disappointed in people and Heraclius, he left worldly life and went to the monks, becoming a recluse in the mountain monastery.

But even then, the world did not abandon Eleutherius - he became known as a saint, and the gift of a clairvoyant attracted even more crowds of sufferers to the monastery. Out of mercy, Eleutherius spoke to people through a window behind a screen, and one day, Heraclius was among the visitors. Broken, sad, sickly. His world collapsed when he learned the truth. His wife had cheated on him with his friend Constantine, and had become pregnant from the affair. She had confessed this to him herself, on her deathbed, in agony, as she gave birth to a child. And Constantine had been imprisoned for organizing criminal activity and sentenced to death. Thus, Heraclius's eyes were opened to the truth. Eleutherius sympathized and said that there was always hope if you chose the path of goodness, not vice. He remained true to his vow, and Heraclius, thoughtful, went home, with a child in his arms, which is not even his, but born by his wife from his traitorous friend, the fruit of sin and vices of others and himself. But Eleutherius said, there is always hope if you chose the path of goodness.

To be honest, I gradually began to hate this story, it dragged on for a long time, darkly, building up hopelessness and depression. Initially, I was inspired by history, and some of the historical novels, the plot is completely fictional, and the characters are my original. To write this, I had to study a lot of material, and the genre itself was not entertaining and fun. In general, I never finished this story, and my detailed text ends at the first meeting of Heraclius with Eleutherius. I returned to this artwork from time to time, in the end, I drew it for 8 years.