#take care of your homunculi you know this one will hunt you for the rest of your days with no rest or reprieve

[itshungreysuzuki]

when you make a little song about your traumatized oc with a mask and various rabbit metaphors to represent their vulnerability and fear during the part of their life that was a literal survival stealth horror game but now it sounds like a Yaelokre fansong about Cole Seymour

[ask-eliendre]

Monster

- 11/12/19

Bloodied blades. Bloodied gloves. Bloodied walls. Bloodied ground. 

And the shouting of Taryane and Vellidan in the background, echoing, like the voices of ghosts. As if they came from her head. As if they were not real.

___

Eliendre had not meant to find what she found. She was alone at home, as usual, and wanted to give herself a chance to wander. It was when she was alone that she could roam, without getting in anyone’s way. While she never stepped into any of the occupied bedrooms without their owners’ express permission, no-one had said that she was not allowed into the study.

Narindiel shared her space of work with nobody. Taryane preferred to keep to the security of her own messy room, with her own shelves stacked with tomes of her choosing, her table on which she could read, write, plan, tinker, and the numerous messy supplies and objects she had laying around. The study of their home was a place where Narindiel mainly worked on House-related matters, as far as Eliendre was told. 

She had not intended to pry. She merely saw the scrap of parchment laying intact in the unlit brazier, spared from the flames that were meant to destroy its entirety. The scant words on it were enough for her to take pause.

For the first time in many weeks, Eliendre’s interest was keenly roused.

She told no-one about it. After all, it was not her business. She was never meant to have seen that little bit of information that was not privy to anyone. But it was too much even for her to resist, when Vellidan announced - out of the blue - that they were to go on a Hunt.

Eliendre raised the suggestion of the target herself. It was no lie that on her way to find Vellidan, after she left the Fel Hammer, she heard rumours of scattered agents of the Legion still in hiding in various parts of the world. They only needed to be sought out, tracked, and dealt with, permanently. It was a rumour, she had told Vellidan, that this particular demon was last seen in the south of Silithus. It was a good a place to start as any.

While she responded - too quickly, perhaps - that she was ready to head off, she noticed that Taryane was less than eager to embark on the excursion. She also noticed that Taryane, despite her reluctance, was keen to spend time with her own father, and so came anyway.

Eliendre tried hard not to be reminded of her own late father, and how similar a dynamic she once had with Ann’da.

They departed without Narindiel, who had other responsibilities to attend to. One of the estate’s mages opened a portal for them to an old Horde base in the bleak land where the wars of the Shifting Sands took place not once, but twice. It was not Eliendre’s first time seeing the horror of the Blade of Sargeras impaled into the land, but Taryane, she noted, stared, expression stony, at the disturbing sight. 

After questioning the few still-stationed Horde troops of any unusual sightings in the area, Eliendre forged ahead, leading the hunt. It was a familiar mindset to slide into. She lived and breathed nothing but the Path since she made up her mind and was initiated into the Illidari. It had become her identity. She made it who and what she was. It was easy to turn into a single-minded tracker, hunter, killer. It was easy to turn into a machine, bred and forged for a single purpose.

It was harder to remember how to live again, outside of the brethren of those similar to herself, who were willing to die for their purpose. It was harder to remember what it felt like to be happy, only for any semblance of happiness to turn into grief.

From the ruins by the old Scarab Wall, to the merciless burrows of the silithid, to the dunes and the rocky caves leading easward, Eliendre was relentless. They found remains of rotten corpses - or at least they looked like corpses. Of any and all races, remnants of not only Alliance and Horde forces, but also shamans of the Earthen Ring, and Cenarion druids. They were not normal corpses. Not with the rancid decomposition, akin to the corrupted rot if an undead and a demon had an offspring. They were scattered amongst the remains of actual corpses in a subtle yet bloody trail, hopefully leading to where their quarry was.

Taryane struggled to keep up. Several times, Eliendre paused, hearing the merciless taunting that Vellidan made towards the blood knight to spur her on. She felt a stab of guilt. 

It was not Taryane’s fault that Eliendre did not stop and wait. After all, it was harder to remember that there were other people than oneself and the foulness of the creature that shared your soul. It was harder to remember that there were those who still mattered. Who still cared.

Internally chiding herself, she slowed her pace, letting Taryane move beside her, than behind her. 

Eventually, they reached the mountainous range that bordered the cruel sands and the primieval jungle of the Un’goro Crater.

____

If there was a single demon that was, in Eliendre’s opinion, the most difficult to hunt down, it was a Nathrezim. Elusive, cunning, a master of stealth and of disguise, wielder of shadowy powers that could deceive minds, the worst dreadlords over the course of the Legion’s history, especially on Azeroth, were those who wrought ruin from within their enemies. 

And if what Eliendre surmised was true, then this particular dreadlord - that, going by the scrap of paper she found, Narindiel had failed to destroy - was not going to be easy to deal with. Vellidan likely expected that, given that he remained at the back of them both, like a watcher, supervising them, only aiding if he needed to. 

They came upon an unlikely group at a campsite, near the northeastern border. A rag-tag mix of hunters with no regard for the faction divide, eager to capture trophies of the beasts of the land. They were welcoming - overly welcoming, and extremely friendly. Too friendly. 

Eliendre could not see anything wrong, but she would not expect to have seen nor detected anything wrong. It was Taryane who felt the most disturbed of them three. What could a Light-wielder sense that a demon hunter could not?

The roar and attack of the hulking dwarf after the blood knight’s unannounced blessing with the Sunwell’s Light was enough for them to act. More of them swarmed out from various hiding places: caves, tents hidden amongst the thick under growth, remnants of silithid burrows... Those that emerged were the ones who looked the least intact, as if discarded from failed experimentation. From them, every single open wound poured foul green blood. Neither undead, nor demon. Both undead yet demonic. Created by the very demons as the counter to the senses of a demon hunter.

Vellidan leapt into the fray as a literal army of homunculi erupted around herself and Taryane. Not only humanoids, but amongst them, remains of silithids. Remains even of some of the dino-beasts. Eliendre would not have minded if her Shan’do did not join in: the potential threat to her person thrilled her. For the first time in weeks - no, months - she felt as if she was alive again. This was her purpose. She was supposed to have perished on Argus. She was not meant to have returned home, to pretend to know how to live again.

“Eliendre!”

She saw the eruption of Light from the earth around Taryane, burning the homunculi in holy flames. Velllidan had shouted her name, and just in time. Before the rusty axe swung upon the back of the blood knight’s neck. Eliendre leapt across to her adopted sister’s side, snarling as the consecrated ground seared the soles of her feet, and blocked the would-have-been killing blow, before in turn decapitating the offending copy of an orc berserker that wielded the weapon.

She did not see nor hear Taryane’s reaction. She did not care to. Eliendre’s sight fell upon a single lookalike of a Forsaken body, crawling up the sides of the ragged cliff and upwards to what looked like a cave in the wall of rock.

She cut down the rest of the abominations that threw themselves in her way as she beelined to the escaping individual. Vellidan and Taryane were making good work of the swarm behind, giving her the opportunity of pursuit.

____

Somewhere in the depths of her memory, Eliendre recalled the Un’goro Crater as an ancient land once used by the Titans in the shaping of the world. Her mother was the one who made her read the history books, and then told her afterwards of the experiments made there, of the constructs where the first watchers inhabited.

She sliced the Forsaken homunculus in half as she stood in the pitch blackness of the cave. Her spectral vision allowed her to see what normal eyes could not, and even then, it was dark. Metallic pillars of titanic design lined the walls, decorated with runes that looked inert. It lined a tunnel further inwards. There was no one else in the immediate vicinity. Not that she could see.

“Why did you snoop in my office? Why are you here?”

Eliendre whirled around, brandished warglaives still covered in the foul green blood of the copies. In person, Narindiel had suddenly appeared. The blood mage’s lips were in a thin, angry line. Fel fire surrounded her hands as she glared at Eliendre. 

“Who gave you permission to look for the demon? Why didn’t you go elsewhere? Where is Vellidan? Where is my daughter?”

There was the sound of scrambling, and Taryane pulled herself onto the smooth stone floor of the cave’s entrance. “Minn’da?” She blinked owlishedly at Narindiel.

Eliendre bared her teeth and snarled.

The head of Narindiel flew off her neck just as Vellidan himself appeared behind Taryane. Blood was everywhere. On her glaives. On her gloves. The walls of the cave. The floor. 

Disgusting green blood.

Taryane, the colour drained from her face in shock, was the first to say anything after hers and Vellidan’s initial reactions of horror at what Eliendre did. Eliendre heard her say what must have been the first thing that came to her mind. “How did you know she was not real?”

She froze in response, a sudden coldness plunged into her chest akin to a blade, as if the blood knight’s words were the literal water that doused her focused rage.

“Enough. We move onward.” Shan’do Sunstorm’s commanding voice interjected, breaking the tense silence. “I can smell him.”

She could feel Taryane’s stare lingering on her, aghast and suspicious, even as she moved ahead with her father, leaving Eliendre trailing behind. 

_____

They arrived later at the doorstep of their house, via the teleportation stone held by Vellidan. All of them, especially Taryane and herself, were bloodied, wounded, and exhausted. It had been a difficult task taking on the Nathrezim, even with the three of them. Eliendre had forced aside the horror of her own action beforehand, prior to once again becoming the honed demon-killing-machine that she was forged into, only now instead of another Illidari, she fought alongside a blood knight. 

Vellidan helped too, but Eliendre knew him well enough in battle to have seen that on this occasion, he only aided when he had to: when either of them, in their difficult co-ordination, posed any risk in the face of the dreadlord. 

In the end, it was Taryane who tore off the Nathrezim’s wings, her twin-blade radiant with holy flames cutting into the demon’s back and sides, while Eliendre sliced into his chest and ripped out his heart. In respect and in tribute, she offered it to her Shan’do, for the months that she was separated from him in the aftermath of Argus. 

“Go get seen to, Eli.” Taryane’s voice was hoarse, parched from thirst and from too much shouting. She managed to heal herself as best as she could, of course, but with the likes of Eliendre and Vellidan, there was little she could do except reach for the healing salves, imbued bandages and potions, and offer them to both demon hunters.

Eliendre slowly shook her head, declining. She was wounded, but she was alive. The pain reminded her of it. She would recover, as she had many times in the past.

“Come and wash then. Ann’da would be using the other bathroom.”

Again, she wordlessly declined. She turned a deaf ear to anything else Taryane or Vellidan might have said. Opening the doors to the back porch and the sea, she tread towards the beach instead.

____

She left her rinsed armour on the rocky sand. Her warglaives too, were wiped clean and stabbed in the ground in the shape of a cross behind her. Immersed in the water up to her neck, Eliendre brought her knees to her chest, and let the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves gently sway her posture as she hugged her legs.

How did you know she was not real?

She did not know how she knew. It was instinct. Cold blooded and cruel instinct. A gamble? A calculated risk? Though she was correct in her decision making, what must have unsettled - must have frightened Taryane, was how decisive her action was. How she had absolutely no hesitation nor remorse in culling a figure of kindness, of maternal love, of charity. An individual who meant the world to her two companions. Her new family. Anyone else who was in her place would have taken pause and be conflicted, but she did not.

How hard was it to remember how to live again? 

What would her Ann’da and Minn’da say if they knew what she had turned into?

Eliendre sat in the water, unwilling to move, unwilling to think. She let the ebb and flow of the waves rock her. It was the closest to a comforting embrace that she had. That she would allow.

[asiryn]

tagged by @primrose-path-of-dalliance (!!!!!! thanks!!! (lmao, it’s been so long since i’ve been tagged in anything XDD))

Rules: Name your top 10 favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people!

i’m putting this behind a cut, bc i rambled on for quite a while XDD these won’t be in any particular order, and the fandoms will be chosen based off of what i’m currently most into/whichever ones i think of first XD

1. Maleficent [Disney]

okay, i lied a little.....she is clearly my #1 favorite character of all time, so of course she’s first (the rest of the list won’t be in any particular order :P). but....yeah, i love her forever and for all time and eternity, i love her class and elegance, my hunt for all merchandise of her that i can get my hands on is legendary and knows no bounds, she’s my forever girl, etc, etc. if you know only one fact about me, it’s probably that i love maleficent. there’s nothing i can say here that i haven’t probably already said a million times over, so i’ll move on XD

(moana has risen to be a pretty close second, tho)

2. Anthony J. Crowley [Good Omens]

i read the book from a library over a decade ago, and i liked it well enough, but it like....wasn’t an instant new fave that i had to immediately buy for myself (tho it is on a list of books that i wouldn’t mind owning...but maybe it’s finally time, who knows). i’m halfway through the show, and i’ve finally fallen in love with it (i think it finally being a #confirmed love story between our favorite ineffable idiots finally gave it the push it needed XD). it’s still a bit early for me to have a solid, definite fave, but lbr, if i know myself at all, it’s gonna be crowley XD i love this dumb demon (who’s rivaled in his idiocy only by his equally dumb angel husband), i love how he’s so soft even as he tries desperately to convince himself and everyone else that he isn’t, that he loves so many things and humanity and an angel even as he tries to say that he isn’t capable of it, that he never stopped questioning even after it had made him Fall. also, i am so thankful that the fandom has really embraced the potential for the shenanigans of crowley’s snake form.👍

(second place is probably aziraphale, but i also really love anathema too)

3. Namine [Kingdom Hearts]

another one that probably comes as no surprise, if you know me. i love this girl to the ends of the universe. i love the way she reclaimed her agency, her selflessness and determination, her empathy and kindness, how she went from a damsel in distress to pretty much saving everyone, over and over and over again. she deserves only happiness and the best things from now on. and please, for the love of god, give her some new clothes, nomura. >_>

(second fave is roxas, tho really, i love 98% of all the characters in this series ;;;)

4. Aerith Gainsborough [Final Fantasy VII]

my precious sunshine girl 💖 i prefer her in the original game, where she was sweet and optimistic, yes, but she was also sassy and fierce and took shit from no one. i love the girl that decided she wanted to wear a sexy red dress just for the hell of it, and threatened to rip off a mafia don’s balls. i love the girl that was confident and flirty with cloud, but never let any kind of bullshit ‘rivalry’ get in the way of being friends with tifa. i love that she always called cloud out on his bullshit, that she never let tragedy and oppressive shinra forces grind out her optimism, that she never stopped dreaming of a better future. i love that she was exposed to the worst of human nature, and yet still believed that they were worth saving. i love all versions of aerith, obvs, but they’ve definitely smoothed out her edges over the years, and i think that’s a shame. so here’s hoping that she’ll be more like her original self in the remake. 

also, can’t wait to see aerith die again :)))))))

(my second fave tends to flip between cloud and sephiroth)

5. Ling Yao / Greed [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood]

look. listen. i can’t choose between them, i just can’t. and hey....technically they sort of combine into one entity, so it’s totally fine to count them together, right?? XDD so yeah, it’s really fucking hard to pick a fave out of this cast, bc there’s only like....3 characters?? that i don’t love. but ultimately, it had to be these two. every single second they’re on screen, they totally steal the show, and they have a lot of the best scenes and moments in the series. i love ling, how he seems like a total goofball and comic relief at first, but fairly quickly you come to see just how fucking seriously he takes his duties and responsibilities, how selfless and devoted he is to his people, how he would walk through hellfire for the people he loves. he’s just....he just loves, so fiercely and intensely, that he moves even greed into loving him and the people he cares about without even trying. 

and then there’s greed, who even from the beginning, you can’t help but be charmed by, with his sarcastic slow claps and laidback attitude. but over time, you see that he’s just like ling, really, in that he can’t help but get attached to these humans, that he loves them just as fiercely and intensely, even as he desperately tries to play it off. i love the way his character serves as a means for the story to have a really thought-provoking rumination on the nature of sins and desires, and on humanity (as do all of the other homunculi). i could go on forever about these two, and about the show in general, bc it’s just so deep and incredibly layered and complex, so i’ll stop here. 

(next fave after them is winry)

6. Bucky Barnes [MCU]

it’s hard for me to talk about bucky without just dissolving into endless sobbing, but i’ll try my best. he’s just.....he’s someone who has ended up suffering so fucking much, who has every reason in the world to be angry and bitter and resentful and if this was the villain origin story, you’d probably find it hard to blame him. (also, i refuse to say that bucky was ever a villain, bc he never willingly chose to be with hydra, he’s a victim goddamn it--) and yet....he still chooses to be good. to be kind. he could have chosen to go on an endless revenge tour against hydra, but instead he focuses on his own recovery. and always, always, always, he puts other people first. he chooses to goddamn freeze himself, possibly forever, so that he doesn’t hurt people again. he’s truly an inspiration to me, because even after everything he’s been through, he still doesn’t give up. ......and if you’ll excuse me, i need to resume crying about bucky barnes for the rest of eternity 😭😭😭

(next faves are sam and steve. what can i say, i love my caps XP)

7. Keladry of Mindelan [Tortall]

speaking of inspirations, few (if any) characters inspire me more than kel does. unlike every other tortall protagonist, she has absolutely no magic at all, and she starts her story with more odds stacked against her than any of the others. the system and institution are against her, and most people actively, viciously hate her and want to see her fail, all for being a girl and daring to openly step outside of her gender roles. and yet, kel never gives up, and wins through pure will and determination. more than that, she never stops fighting any oppression that she sees, and is always looking out for the abused and marginalized of society. she is fair and just and righteous, and full of a quiet, immovable strength that i, frankly, envy. she’s a fucking mountain; you haven’t a hope of ever tearing her down. 

(other faves....george, raoul, and dom. it’s really fucking hard to choose between them, i can’t even)

8. Oree Shoth [Inheritance trilogy, by N. K. Jemison]

oree is pretty much single-handedly responsible for me loving this trilogy, and is the reason why The Broken Kingdoms (the second book, of which she is the protagonist) is in my top 3 favorite books of all time. she is....just so fucking radiant. she’s a blind artist, and is flung so far out of her depth in the story, and yet she holds her own. in this world of gods, she brings this incredibly human element, and is celebrated because of her humanity. she’s angry and flawed, but also full of love, compassion, kindness, and mercy. she teaches gods the meaning of forgiveness. she takes shit from no one. just....do yourself a favor, and read this series, even if it’s only so that you can read this book. 

(second fave....it’s probably shiny, lbr XD)

9. Sirius Black [Harry Potter]

ahhh, a classic fave. but yeah, i still love him, even after all these years. yes, he’s incredibly flawed, but at his core, he’s just so loyal, and he loves so fiercely, and he tries his absolute best to be there for harry, that i can’t help but love him. also, i have a Thing, for characters who suffer so tremendously, but who don’t give up, and still try their best to be good people anyway. also, wolfstar was the foundation of a very formative part of my life, and put me onto the road of accepting my queer identity, so i’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for the characters who were a part of that. 🤷‍♀️

(other faves are luna and harry, always)

10. Gladion [Pokemon]

mostly his anime incarnation, tho i do like him in the games as well. i love this soft goth boy with all of my heart. he’s so gentle and kind and loving, and i can’t even with him. 

(other faves are lillie, n, zoey, and kukui)

if you guys want to do it, i’ll tag... @dabiden, @green-piggy, @seasbelow, @theroyalweekend, @toomanyfeelings5, @ashetrashe, @neddea.....i can’t think of anyone else, and i’m running out of steam, so if you want to do it, then consider yourself tagged! :)

[luwha]

My headless oc and universe

a lot of people have been asking and i’ve been too busy with commissions to ahve proper time to explain and repeat to different people the same thing, since yeah i’ll repeat the same thing, so i cut some conversation stuff that i had with @doodlejinx and @og-magnus and some others, and some severe influences by the amazing @starshardfragments and wonderful comic by @videntefernandez!

Remember, it’s a casual conversation i had, it’s literally messy and broke and most are just babbling chat by me, so uh, yeah

also. it’s super long.

with @doodlejinx

i had bad idea for ocworld: magic and stuff is fairly common, yet not THAT common but in 20 classmates at least 3 are witches and one is probably a werewolfthe oc: a regular human with bad touch for magic yet atracts a lot of spirits, not harmful oneshe lost his head. he has no head. but he carries it on a supermarket bag or soemthinghis best friend is a ghoulthey speak ASLhe sleep curling onto his own head

just it, he used to be an pharmacy student but had to quit was hard to work without moving the head that's not on his head anymore

now he's doing arts because he loved it and since he has no main dream he's following it, he's a bit bad but he's doing good with learninghe likes sleepovers with his few friends because he can do his own hair

in the end he got used to it, at first he carried his head with all care but at this point, after a few years, he just puts in supermarket bag

he was extremly vanilla to ever think about that, his mind was full of depression and confusion

then after some years he just gave up and he's like, nice, he can see how he's dressing up and do the dishes and tv at the same timeand since magic is fairly common, no one really stares a lot

there are ghouls around, some visible spirits, full dressed witches going to work, sometimes a 100% transformed werewoman playing clash royaleone day he sleeps and forget his head on the subway

the cats may not present as animals, but mostly do when trying to get dealsand it's a common rule

and almsot a law, no deals must be made other way, if the cat's on streetmaybe Daniel followed the crow? doesn't really matter how he lost his headthere are many cat-like entities, yet there are a lot of cats who are just catscat's are absurdly common, the cities are crowded with them and no one can tell if they're cats or entitiesso they are all respected like entities dog/wolf-like entities, different than expected, ahve their own rules about how they share the spot they protect or make dealsdon't talk a lot, but arent enemiesookamis really hate ghouls

ghouls aren't evil, they are just like people with motor disorder, they can do everything, just not look graceful, they can drive, write, everythingbut their joints is just most stiff and look zobie like but they are finebut can't speak wellyou learn asl on class like you learn english and fae

since there are many entities who cannot speakand yet many can't sign as well, so there's faebut it's only used in rare momentswith fae, you never knwo who listens tonever request or beg in faealways speak clear and never suggest a requestyou don't know who listen

it's common for universitary hourses, to be just the smallest hall ever, with 20~30 doors. and just it. the door only, and the owner is usually a fae creature, who charges nothing for the the stay butthe room is an extra dimension, it'll feed on your magic energy, that everybody have in some extentyou can pay with money if you're bad with energydaniel ahs to use money

it's also not recommended for creating a child-like or dependable one, you're responsable for them until they can care for themselves, if they cannot you must love them until you pass, or thembut you need to present a request and sign so many papers

some universitary teachers make those bodies for the ghost studentsthey're not the good bodies, they're simple and have to be given back, but when the student needs somehting he can use the bodyit's nto common, making those bodies is incredible hardand most of them results in... ghoulsghouls are an umbrella term of those who died and cannot pass yet, those who died while possessing a body, those who were murdered by specific magic, ressurections who were made without permission, homunculi that were created without loveeven deals that involved lifetime, it's a matter of respect never asking a ghoul what the fuckin the 90's the witches where phoibited to fly higher than the cars, for police rules and fairness unless they have special permitbut they still angry that doesn't apply for the angelic ones, who can fly as high as they want

details, plants are REALLY common, they are visible anywhere on the streets, even on the most city-like ones, on the windows, anywherethe sky at night is purple. a very deep purpleand last rule, if a crow rests on yout shoulder, you're not allowed to shoo it awayit gets to stay as much as it wantseven go to your house 

unless you offer them the herbs they require, usually hard to have and most advanced witches have, but most of times they just wanna hangwhen they sits on your shoulder you don't shoo, but once they do you can offer them head, the hand, play with it if it wants, it doesn't have to STAY therethey'll be with you as much as they wantif they have the third eye opened, there's someone trying to sell you a cursed itemand since they gave you this information, you tell them a secretthey're good keepers 

it's a world that our world and the fae somehow got mixedand it's fineand take care with merfolk, they eat humans

they're cool, but like human foodlike having a pig as a pet? you love it and still eat their kind?they'll be friends liek anyone else

but they'll still eat humans somehwre, human meat isn't that hard to findand it's legally obtaineddan ate but he didn't like that much, he said it was too firm and hard to swallow, the ghoul signed that he doesn't have palate anywaythose are stuff you learn in middle schoolnever give a crow a namenever invite a cat to your house, you don't know if it's an catthose stuff

and hospitals are really scary placeslike that comic on tumble, that has some gorelemme try to findhospitals merge with other realms other than fae, the nurses are actually a wAY more respected than the doctorsso does the pharmaceuticsthe reasons to go to one goes from cuts, surgery, hunting spells, curses, mispellings on deals, whatnot

tw gore and body horrortho the hospitals aren't sentient on my worldbut are "haunted" placesthe ones hu haunt there aren't dangerous and most of them are surprisingly helpful

he went to an hospital to check his head issue, the nurse said it was there and he'd be fine, but she couldn't identify if it was a curse, joke or bad deal, he's have to remeber more, and with fairy sparkle he saw that under the head, there was the white invisble image of his body, and his head over the body too, but wasn't able to touch or seeit was weird but harmlessand defnitly not the first case 

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with @og-magnus

he's average by description

body, average, not fat neither defined

cute, but average, not enough to be handsome neither ugly, just ok

dick, also average, not too thicc neither thin, neither long or short

tho he's uncut

 i always end up drawing my average chars too pretty

he's the most bi af

tho mixed with fae world gender is merely a concept

not even humans show only 2 genders, who can say about the other fae creatures

humans with afinnity to magic? the withches? the halflings, crossed with the faes?

people couldn't care less

 sOUNDS NICE, i LIKE IT

 ssholes about the purity oh the human magic, that they insisted that were different from the faes, like the KKK disgraceful ones

but even those care very little about gender

he likes to present very masculine and is cis, but when it comes to dressing and stuff, neither he or anyone mind at all, he just likes large stuff, he says it comfy ad i agree

 tHAT'S SUPER CUTE

 if u look again, all his clothes are meme and large, most of them are old so the tshirt look tigh because it was M but he got fat a bit

so they seems tight

but pajamas

he loves it

give him pajamas and socks and he might cry

 he could but no he's just thicc, not strong

actually he's quite sedentary

make him run 5 minutes and he'll almost have a heart attack, like me

 He sounds like the sweetest boy

 mace an oc for this universe

that is the same of ours with our shitty disgraceful leaders and rising of facism but has fae magic and world mixed

 and at the night the sky is a deep purple instead of a dark blue

yes!

 tho the merfolk don't really like the humans at all but some of them go to study on university on the ground

 IT'S PERFECT

 he can either use an spell/deal/ritual to have legs or look human or wellchairs that are a way better than the ones we have

or even "float" around like the air was water but that would require a very deep connection with magi

magic*

but he can rent this spell lol

yes you can rent spells

 Neat

 like Daniel's house

he lives with a ghoul and is an art student at university

the place is a rented place for universitaries, the room's size is based on the magic you have on you

daniel is a disgrace with magic

he can't do the basic light flicker

he seems to have nothing of magic on him

and the ghoul, Marta, doesn't too because she's a ghoul

so they pay the rent with money so someone makes it, what's normal since not all faes have magic

 Oh ok, you've put a lot of thought into this haven't you?

 you ahve no idea

marta has background

daniel too, the laws, the cats

every cat's color has a bg too

 That's great!

 even the place he sleeps and the interaction with other fae creatures even the fact that spoken languages aren't so commo0n so as much as you learn english you also learn ASL

marta is a ghoul, very 80's zombie, she can't speak since she has little coordination of her tongue

but she can sign

and dan can read just fine

also even in elementary schools there are small classes of understanding, accepting and using small amounts of magic

daniel coulldn't use any at all

he's not the choosen one, it's a known issue, rare, but known

he's not the only one to really have 0 ability with magic

it's like having extremly rare disease

tho having magic power in harry potter like level is really rare

in a crowd of 100 ppl maybe 3 can

it's common, yes

but not natural

those are the withces

withches*

Aaaa

 Ok I see, so most people can do basic stuff but either end of the spectrum is quite rare

 yep

it's more rare having no magic contact, it's a magic world after all

there's no dishes washing itself, it's less magical than it suggest

but even a regular human can feel when a cat is a cat or an entity

or feel intentions, if they're trained to understand what the aura gives

but dan cannot really feel those

even marta who's dead can

she's not a zombie she's a homunculi, and there's a lot about homuncili that i wont start it's so long

 just know that they're either

- dead, who were wrongfully ressurected - failed or illegal summonings - uncertified and illegal creation of life, which the crator is now bound to make happy and live at it's fullest - dead who'se sold their soul or for any reason didn't pass to other realms - deals. bad deals. oh boy.

caniballism, ressurection and artificial human life are a thing that isn't ilegal but almsot no one can legally perform

 you need so many papers signed and permissions and witnesses

also it's extremly illegal and is punishable by the locking of the soul the creation of artificial life for slavery and servitude

so is the creation of a homunculi that wont be loved, tho they are see as our legacy and your child, they cannot eb created without love

or... they'll b a ghoul.

soul lock impedes you of trancending the realms until the soul you imprisioned or created are finally ready to pass as well

 and trust, the homunculi aint powerful, they're humans like us that were not created by sex or those, or even deceased child who couldn't born die miscarry, whose parents contacted the soul and brough the child back

in those cases, you cannot force a soul

that's why it takes months to be performed and is watched closely

 so is canibalism, which daniel is somehow very into

the fairies and merfolk specially are really needy of human meat, like it was an craving dish

the deceased and suicidal ones leave their body to eb consumed, the burial isn't really a thing

the being part of something bigger is

a meat adquired by murder or cowercion tastes bad and rots too easily, it also goes for animal meat

oh man i build a lot

i'm ranting

 I'm gonna try to fit my Triton into this I'd be interested in knowing more about them.

 What would you like to know?

Where do they come from/live?

 Mostly seas, very hardly rivers

And depend on where they live

 So there are town all over the world then?

 The entities are like, onis from Japan, headless horses and snakes from Brazil

There are faes that are exclusive from some places

Ye

All over

They despise humanity for their pollution on their realms, you know how Japan was closed and not discovered? So we're merfolk, but they were discovered much later, in the 1700s

They are wary of humans and distrust other faes

Speaking generically of course

 They live in another ruling setting and are still very closed

But as hard it is to spot albinos it's hard to find them

But some visit and even live on the surface

they use elemental magic mostly, there are many types, but spiritual and elemental are the most commons

followed bu demoniac and holy, as cliche as it is

the hells aren't open enither the ehavens, tho the concept here is absolutly different than chatolic

it's almost impossivle to spot demons or angels

it's almost like they cannot survive on earth

 more about gender: 90% of the merfolk known are absolutly intersex, they may or may not prefer one of their genitalia or even present none

and the "known" is because the deep abyss is still a mistery, even tho some merfolk helped, still unexplored and no one knows it's cryptids

and now that i'm back on pc

the inspiration for the cats and fae interactions, and why danel wanted to be a nurse, based on another thing

this would be up to you

maybe yes, maybe not

 lemme get the links

http://starshardfragments.tumblr.com/post/159915922140/how-to-deal-with-street-cats

this for the cats

many entities do not react or present their will as humans could read, some are triksters

you never know if a cat is an entity or just a cat, they're numerous and are common in cities as pigons

i'ts so common that dealing with them is something your parents teach, it's just like they etaching like to draw a smiley face

most people have a tingle on the spine, even the low magic ones when it comes to those, they cannot be sure if it's a cat or not, but they will get wary

daniel can't even be sure it's a cat at all

now the hospital: (tw gore, blood, mutilations, murtansts whatsoever gore)

http://videntefernandez.tumblr.com/post/159578140848/im-really-thankful-to-my-patrons-for-making-this

the hospitals are more modern on my setting and less 'sentient' but they are still a place that is absolutly mystical

the nurses are hierarquically more important than the doctors, hence they are the ones who deal and welcome all sorts of stuff

from car crashes to bad deals and bizarre magic, it's a place for curses and modern medicine

daniel wanted to be a nurse, but he was forced out of the gradutaion since even he was really interested, a nurse must ahve some contact with magic

and he was shit

so he folowed his second passion, that is arts

but he's broke since he just started artign at 23 years old, and his dreams were into the blender

he works on a bodega

 Aww, and the hospitals are neat

 they are!!

they're super neat and they're like

what's the name of those schools where you live at?

they become your house and your coworkers your family

you don't just work there, but you also live there (in the residence inside the area) and be a part of it

specially the cleaners and service people

they're often the oldest and wiser, since the cleaning of what happens on those places is pure madness

and they're either too young or too old, since a young is getting into and the older endured the madness

spirits and ghosts are a thing, they cannot be easly spotted since they're a flicker between realms, but they go to university and even live in manequins once in a while

the manequins are built for them to be present in the material world

most of the witches can see them

they just can't be part of the object or place for too long, or it becomes cursed

but they're just like us, sharing memes on internet

 just depend on why they still on this realm

the fact they didn't pass is always their secret and only

isn't it absurdly rude to ask a transgender person if they changed their genitalia? it's as rude to ask a ghost why it still here and to ask a ghoul how it turned into a ghoul

it's their and their business only

oh man the universe is so huge i could spend the whole day rambling

 It's sweet that you're so invested tho

 just last detail, all law problems ARE solved with truth spells

it's an artifice of the law to use it since an innocent has nothign to hide

the judges and witnesses are also under it

so even murdering has little incidence, since there's almost no get away, but instead, it's a nasty thing the "accidents" and bad deals

people lost when following cats, people locked and dying inside cursed houses

doors that lead to nowhere, people find their way to crime

and the "truth serum", that can be bough, isn't really a truth spell, but an sort of energetic that makes a person less inclined to lie, till, they can lie

and it's considered a crime using one without conscent

 this world has a lot of fae rules, and most of them consist on deals

a deal makes you agree or not on using your energy, aura, soul or what you feel like calling it

if you're unwilling, there's very little things that will work

since the energy is pure and reflect the feelings

using forced one is almost like trying to eat a man who didn't want to die

the meat will be hard, frim and will spoil easly

you can buy human meat at the supermarket, tho it's really impossoble to find, it's not like milk, you don't find caviar at all supermarkets

it has to be specialized ones

oh, it's more a comment about how this world is cetic and somwewhat too serious

and about daniel, losing head like this is VERY rare, but yet was seen before, tho the reason depends, could be curse, could be heritage of some fae and entities? could be a lot

sometimes it limbs, most common it's organs, like heart specially

some take their own heart by spell to hide somwhere

daniel dunno how it happened to him

he doesn't mind

 happened when he was seventeen

yet he has the feeling it'll never be back to his neck

 Guessing it's hard to reattach stuff?

 yeah, there's somehting they don't know that impedes it, and he could use an improvised stuff to hold it there, but the edges repel, like two magnetes on the same polar

it's meant to not be there anymore

 like, he can rest with the neck parts touching, but if the intent is to keep them connected, somethign wont allow it

he went to hospitals and no one could tell, since daniel himseld had no clue

if he followed a cat, could a an deal he made without really realizing

enemy? an curse?

he doesn't know, just woke up like this

and he's not really seeking to solve, deep inside he knows there's no solving and no explanation will really make him happy

he's ok, it's like a limp. a nuisiance, but you live on

he doesn't mind anymore

 Well then, seems like he's doing alright ^^

 oh, he is! he totally is

it's far past the point where he cared

it just bothered on the first months, explainign it to people who knew he had a head there

but since i'ts a mixed with fae world, it's not liek people stared at him

no one ask at all

it's rare and most of them never saw it

but so is a lot of stuff that happen

the crying image of him is mostly... he is always lost, he doesn't understand a lot, his dream was crushed by his lack of magic, that no one can tell why it happens, neither seem to solve

he's afraid, he doesn't understand a lot of things

he always feel liek he's being left behind, that he doesn't understand a lot of stuff, that he's not as smart as everyone else

he does have depression, a bit anxious

sometimes he just feel too scared

he really wanted to be a nurse

and very little creatures are watched on this world

vampires are one of them

they're SUPER rare, and they drink the blood? yes, but isn't the blood that feeds them

it's the life itself

all vampires have an bracelet that identifies them

since they're one of the unique creatures that manipulate minds without an satruggle, even by accident

their will is powerful

they may manipulate by accident

most of nurses and judges and enforces of law are watches as closely as the vampires

and artists too

all cameras are heavly certified, to be sure they wont hold your soul on the pictures

so many details

they are extremly influential on the life of the individuals they interact

but it's a world of deals and trickster

they have to be watched

therefore, there's a job for ghosts who want to

it's common sense: someone is always watching

and furthermore: never ask anything to the wind

someone also listen

they live pretty much like us, except that nature is everywhere

not like, futuristic

but everyone have plants, the streets are full

you can easly find a witch

their houses often look like jungles

since not only herbs and mixes they cultivate, but the trees and plants are more than just plants

marta, the ghoul, cultivates rare sorts of plants on the very small room they share

she makes her living selling them

extremly rare, some joke she's a ghoul because she sould her soul to lay hands on those

 Oh that I really like

 it's higly requires, since witches use a LOT and those who have their magic touch also use once in a while

anyone can put seeds on pots, but they're not magic because of this, they're weeds

it's how you plant them

and marta has her own secrets, she knows how to plant them and nourish them, she has more than a green finger

she's really good at

 I think my character has got to have something to do with keys

 and fun... she cannot speak, and yet she speaks with the plants, daniel doesn't understand she damn she explaines more than 10 times, detailed

ohh

keys!

on the subject, key is anything that locks a thing

they can or cannot be material, often are

but yet

it's another job that is respected, they key makers, for any doors

there are whole university graduations on keys

a soul lock requires a key

justice files require keys

 That's what he's in the human world to study then

 he can meet daniel!!!!

same class on design of artefacts: reading, understanding, feeling and categorizing

canibalism is not that common, it's a thing you do like... twice a year if you REALLY into it, and daniel is atrcted to it even eh doesn't know why... it's a nagging feeling he can't shake, a driven will that seems not his

but damn he'd do the joke

everone do the joke

and he's the type of nerd who types LMHO insteaf of LMAO

 laughing my HEAD off

 he's an absolute dofus

he puts his head with the milkshake on the same bag

so he can walk and drink

cute dork

so many head ouns

puns*

shirts with head related lines

people who know him, every single time sigh because they KNOW the pun is coming

 dan is extremey curious, he's almost obonoxious of how curious he is

he's extra intrusive and have very little limits

 since he really do not understand a lot

whenever a fae entitiy is around, he finds his way to ask form what is like being an entitie of X stuff and what's your favorite reptile

 they would have an awkward start because oh boi he would be intrusive

easly dismissable, but persistent

 oH

OMGJFGHGJKEFDHGJKW

DANIEL LOVES COOKING HE'd be so happy to show it

and since he's a good artist even he's a new one, he'd help him with the proportion of paitings and how the oils and saturation worked on dry ambientes, if sygg needs

 he would ask to touch his skin, how is to live underwater, how it feels to be under a spell to live on eart and so many and so many endless questions

 well, dan respect the share of knowledge he's so often deprived due his lack of magic

how sygg stays on eath? how do you imagine it tho?

he floats around? like air is waterw

 there are rulings but they mostly resume on the speed and high you can swim but those won't bother him then!

dan would be mesmerized

 and even he was, dan wouldn't understand anyway, but having the knowledge seems to be enough for him

sad, but enough

he's fine with it

 how attached to hugs and touch dan is, dan really feels alone most of times, like he was detached from people as his head form him

 he hold hands with strangers if they allow

he let them carry his head if they ask

 the fact you can lower his head and only at sygg at his wishes? you corrupted me i blame

[zailyn26]

The Torture fic

also known as: The begining of all plot points and character development

TW: mild torture, graphic description (if explaining what happened counts, no actual description of injury from the methods or specific methods per se) Rough recovery, drug abuse, trauma, angst. kinda sweet and sour tbh

also this was suppose to be in my side blog but whatevs roit ? i'll just reblog myself that aint weird

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Capturing the lot of us was never a problem. we were all capable enough to defeat nearly an army alone, what could a small group do ?

turns out, underestimating an adversary we knew nothing about brought about our downfall.

Zailyn, Joanna and I were captured separately, quick and quiet, no one knew anything had happened until Joan was unable to perform her morning duties and was found missing. What with her being the only one to actually go outside everyday.

They had taken you to somewhere you didnt know about. all kept in the same facility, but each area was specific to exploit our weaknesses. I was kept in a sealed room void of any moisture, with barely enough oxygen filtered through to keep me from fainting much less to create water. All those who attended me were golems, no flowing blood to speak of. Though breathing was arduous for me, I suffered through watching their treatment of Joan and Zai. Constantly at war on whether to use their blood to escape, possibly killing them, or just to succumb to the fact that I was going to be tortured.

Joanna, the most human of us, was beaten daily to prevent her from gaining strength, meals only given once every two days, and a half cup of water to last her three. after a while , we couldnt even sign at each other.

Nat was kept sealed like me. Only I knew she was breathing something other than air. her hands were caged in wrought iron gloves, fingers unable to cast anything. Not that it mattered. she couldnt form a single coherent thought. drugged up to the high heavens.

everyday we had to watch as the others were tortured infront of us. Screams of help and mercy reverberated in our brains so much we could hear them in our sleep. Joe probably had every bone broken, set to heal up, then broken again.

Zai had doctors injecting her with experimental magic concoctions, zapped til she forgot herself sometimes.

and I- golems would beat me. Homunculi would come in and torture me. I dont know how i survived without water. It felt like we were there for months. It seemed impossible for anyone to find us. Eren was gone, Everything was so bright there werent any shadows. Nat had a room with bright blinding light in all corners. I wouldnt doubt that the clear glass that we could see her though was mirrored just to torture her eyes more.

when they left us to recover, we tapped on our walls, speaking in morse. just constant ' are you ok?'s and 'hang in there's and 'your doing great's

But those were few and far between. every after session they would stuff us with ambrosia til we were burning up inside.

I saved every breath and pray that they hadnt gotten anyone else.

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else where Anabiel and Matt were frantic. No one had seen any of you in three weeks. there was no sign of struggle. No indication of foul play. You had thought they left for an emergency and forgot to leave a note. But Zailyn would have sent a quick message and now her familiar was clearly stressed and would refuse to let either of you rest til you found everyone.

It wasnt until a tall lithe man burst through a tree in your search baring news. speaking of the Roman daughter and her companions trapped somewhere they cannot escape. He spoke of how earthen spirits came to him to gossip about a beached water-child and her posey were screaming up a dissonant storm in the belly of the forsaken grounds.

He lead you to where they said you were but could not go farther, something about being bound to duty and such and such.

when you saw the state they were in, well, safe to say none but the five of you walked away that day.

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The issue of recovery is another discussion entirely. the lot of us were placed in the ICU for numerous injuries, Joanna had to recover from her internal and external injuries; Zailyn had to have all the drugs flushed from her system which led to several close calls. they werent really sure they even got everything out, some early doses already did damage to her systems. a CT scan showed just how close she was from having her brain fried. And somehow I was left with a little mix of both.

This kind of cemented the need for weekly slumber parties, mostly because no one could really sleep without the other anymore. The lithe Man from the forrest shows up from time to time to take care of Zai's cat/child(?) she calls her her magic fairy child and not human child since she didnt technically go around for nine months bloated like a balloon. But whatever still her kid.

Matt finally talked to Zailyn about how he felt so theres that. But repercussions of the trauma still showed. None of us could stomach ambrosia anymore. Zai lost the ability to feel for magic, she says is because her barrier is cranked up to eleven for the foreseeable future, blocking nearly everything. No one has been able to physically touch her other than the god Apollo , her parents and the rest of us. Add that to sensitive eyesight she now cannot leave the safety of Matts home, most of her belongings moved to the ground floor. She says shes going to burn down her house one day.

Joann's nerves were shot, unable to feel anything. Apollo could have fixed her but the extent of her injuries would have left her with chronic pain so horrible it would have been mercy to just end her. Ana had begged otherwise, and apollo could not refuse the blessed one. Luna now goes everywhere with Joan, in both forms- to look out for her and make sure she knows when to stop training since 'pushing til it hurts too much' doesnt work anymore. Luna is now attached to her aunt who acts like wonder woman.

I had minor brain damage, so I had lapses in memory, and it showed in my speech pattern, simple words more often than not eluded me. writing is easier now though. but somehow between my brain and my tongue words just seem to get lost.

I spend most of my days in Eron's room at my home. being too far from water of any kind now fills me with anxiety.

Ana and Matt now often leave to hunt down the people who did this to us. Zailyn, Joanna and I are now unable to step foot outside the camp.