#thank you so much for the ask!!!!

[mintytealfox]

If the Da Capo cast were a dnd adventuring party?

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Norton: (closet)Sorcerer/Rogue //Half-Elf (the elf half being Drow)

Was born with an affinity for magic but was constantly told to suppress it and hide it. Being taught that magic is BAD, EVIL even, and was treated like this cursed child (His parents tried to protect him but his parents were killed cause of people trying to remove 'the devil child' from their village) ((There was already some stigma against them with Norton's father and family friend Benny being escaped Drow from the Under-Dark)) Benny was able to escape the village with a young Norton ((around 8 years old by this point, (he had magic that reacted to danger as an explosion to protect Norton but this of course sending the village into a riot)). He ends up hiding away his magic deep within himself and took to the shadows for survival as an apprentice to Benny.

Benny puts together a thieves guild, that Norton grows up in and preferring to work alone and do his own thing, much to Benny's frustration.

He ends up jumping at the opportunity when he gets a letter to join an adventuring party. Finally able to escape his current life and wanting to travel.

Norton never uses magic, even when lives are on the line, UNTIL he allows himself to bond with the members of this Da Capo Adventuring Group and ends up caring so much that he cannot hold his magic back from protecting them.

I went the Half-Elf//Drow route cause that further shows how Norton doesn't particularly belong to one place or another, he just exists as this rarity alone. ;; Doesn't belong underground, doesn't belong above ground, doesn't really have a place to call home with his parents gone, the one tether he had.

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Frederick: Bard/Fighter //Elf (High Elf to be specific)

So Frederick is a bard in name, but in practice? He has zero magic, absolutely ZERO ability to use magic, which peeves him off. So he is literally just a musician and composer and has to rely on physical weapons to protect himself. Like using his mandolin as a literal club in melee situations PFFF He can usually be found with his guns though. Like every pocket and bag that he has, there is a gun of some sort in there PFF

He came from a family of magic users so his complete and utter lack of magic ability was like a stain on the family name and he had to be hidden away from sight all his life. So he turned to music in hopes that he could become a bard and have access to magic through music but even that didn't work. He ended up keeping up with the music as it provided peace and comfort and extra cash when he would sneak out into town.

Along with learning music he also spent all those left over hours constantly working on his aim and and enjoying the loud BANGs that his gun provided. So he is significantly skilled marksman. So he could technically be a ranger, but I thought a fighter fit best cause its just him and whatever he can turn in to a weapon.

Always Wanting to find a way to access magic, so he won't have to be hidden away by his family anymore, he accepts the invitation to join this party.

High-Elf because of his family's vibe. Well to do, cream of society. All that jazz.

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Melly: Druid //Drow

I feel like this one is a given lol But she escaped the Under-Dark after being banished for her 'crimes' she was simply protecting herself. It was hell down there anyway so it was a win-win for her.

The first people who are kind to her end up being particular druids from a special grove that was more open to teach and share their beliefs and practices unconditionally. She ends up appreciated the wild life and insects of the surface world, like she did in the under dark. The creatures of the under dark were her only true allies when she lived down there, so she was glad to find she could have that companionship up here as well. Then with the training she received, she could now become these creatures.

She isn't particularly fond of spiders due to the connection to Lolth, but she will gladly turn into one if that means she can freak out Norton LOL

When she gets the letter to join an Adventuring party she is extremely confused lol cause who even knows her?? But when she reads the fine print her eyes widen, because by this point she is being hunted by those who had banished her, after hearing she is thriving they decide that banishment wasn't a punishment for her and now seek to kill her (she finds this out after finding the grove that took her in destroyed). So, agreeing to go with this party, she was promised that the hunt for her will end and she can finally live in peace.

I am not sure why I went with Drow but I felt like it fit her for some reason, and why she would always be wearing a veil due to the sun being so darn bright and seeking to hide that she is in fact a Drow.

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Orpheus: Cleric/Warlock //Human

I think its interesting my brain went this direction, but the idea that he is OBSESSED with his deity 'the Nightingale' (that no one has ever heard of 👀) It isn't until much later that he will realize that he isn't serving his goddess (which is what he believes happened to Alice, that she didn't die after the raid, but actually became divine! and he has vowed to always serve her), but he is actually serving a Great Old One pretending to be 'His Nightingale'. Playing with Orpheus's fantasies and stories, making them 'real' for him.

Orpheus constantly following the whisperings of his believed deity, puts together this group of individuals that the Old One prompts him to reach out to, that these are the people needed to go about this 'great' task so they all can achieve their greatest wishes.

Human? just because, honestly lol He is just some dude that causes way too many problems for being 'just some dude' PFF

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Alice: Ranger //Human Werewolf

When Alice narrowly escaped the raids that destroyed her home city and family. she was taken by a wizard that knew no one would miss her since they are all gone. He did experiments on her for years. She ended up being his favorite subject due to her high vitality levels. So he was cautious to keep her alive for as long as possible. Leaving the potentially deadly experiments on others.

One day the wizard brings a werewolf to the lab and Alice finds a fast friend in him. They begin quietly plotting how to get him out which led to a plan to 'accidently' leave the chains loose on a full moon night. He breaks out and in his rabid craze he takes out the wizard and every other living thing in the place except for Alice. He just stares at her, for an uncomfortable amount of time as Alice is pressed up into a corner unsure of what is about to happen. He sniffs at her, then meticulously gives her a wound, across her chest just under her collarbones, just big enough for her to contract lycanthropy. Then he runs off to find his freedom, leaving Alice stun locked and mortified what he just did to her. Was this his idea of a gift??

Alice ends up living in the wilderness and exploring the world, leading her to be a Ranger. Able to live off the land, hunt, track, and comradery with animals that assist her. And of course, to stay out of the way of most humanoids as to not put them in harms way when the full moon comes. ;;

Alice ends up joining the Adventure Party because of her curiosity, and the promise of having her 'Curse' lifted (the Old One didn't specify to Orpheus what the curse was pff) But Alice would do just about anything to get this lycanthropy lifted so she can explore civilization and live in towns and cities without worry.

Human because of where her and Orpheus were from.

[softquietsteadylove]

HI!!!

it’s been a long time since the last doctor au. Can we get something new, please?

Thena eyes the woman chatting up her Gilgamesh. He's making friendly conversation, she knows. But the woman is obviously aiming for more than just friendly, the way she keeps laughing and smiling and putting her hand on his arm.

She has no one to blame but herself, Thena knows. The hospital fundraiser has been scheduled for months, and she's the one insisting their relationship remain secret from their coworkers. And of course Gil agreed, because it's Gil.

But watching women be all over him all night has been one hell of a just desserts. She takes a sip of her drink. Gil catches her eye and makes a bit of a face. He shrugs, which fits into the woman's story enough that she doesn't notice. But he's apologising to her - Thena - for it.

But she has no one to blame but herself.

Maybe the secrecy is overrated. She looks over to the dance floor, where Sersi is happily tucked into her husband's embrace as they sway to the music. They seem to make it work. Thena doesn't know how someone as sweet as Sersi is with someone as bullheaded as the orthopaedic specialist himself. But maybe the same could be said of her and Gil.

Thena tosses back the last of her champagne and walks straight towards Gil's table. This is why people don't like her socially--she's overly direct, chilly, has no bedside manner when it comes to her colleagues. She stares at them, "mind if I cut in?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Not at all," Gil smiles though, and it's all the assurance she needs. He even pulls out the chair next to him for her.

His visitor visibly and audibly scoffs and rolls her eyes. Thena thinks she recognises her from HR or accounting or some other level of administration. She gets up in a huff anyway. Thena seats herself, tugging her dress around without a thought to the delicacy of the material.

But Gil sorts out the skirt of it more nicely. He even lets his hand brush the side of her leg where the slit allows him to. He sneaks his eyes up to hers, "you look beautiful."

She's glad that woman got up in a huff as she feels her face warm up several degrees. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

Because he helped her get ready, after they'd had a few good rounds in her bed, and before arriving in separate cars. Still, he compliments her, because of course he does. He swirls his own champagne, looking quite smart in his dark green suit.

All the doctors are in tuxes, but she likes how this colour brings out his eyes.

"Are you making any good connections?" he asks, like any of their colleagues would. It's as much a night for them to have off as it is for them to schmooze wealthy benefactors into donating to the hospital.

"None," she deadpans, and he laughs from his belly in response. She loves his laugh. "You?"

He snorts and throws back the last of his flute. "No one even knows us."

"That's not true," she nudges his arm as she leans back in her chair in a very unladylike way. She gestures, "Kingo knows how to work a crowd."

True, the man of the hour is in the centre of a circle of people listening to his stories. She's quite sure he's trying to convince someone to write a medical drama about his stories as an EMT.

"Well, I'm no Kingo," Gil shakes his head at his partner, not that they would have him any other way.

Thena spares a furtive glance around them, although most have moved on from the tables to search for more finger food or hit the dance floor. She risks brushing her hand over his casually, "you're better."

Gil matches her energy, though, letting his hand cup hers for just as brief a moment, "you're in a good mood tonight."

She can say it's the booze, but she's only had the one glass. It's not to her taste, but it's part of the atmosphere. "When was the last time we got a night off to do this?"

He gives her a grin that's a little mischievous on the tail end. "Our first date?"

She looks away again, because sometimes these little moments still make her feel like she's liking him from afar again. "That was a good night."

"Our only date, in some ways," he corrects, although there's no malice or ill will behind it. Even though he would love to have more proper dates to their name as a couple.

Thena sighs, though, because he deserves that. He deserves to go wild to his romantic heart's desire, no matter how overwhelmed it makes her feel. She leans forward against the table, "Gil-"

"Oh, Gil!" a shrill voice singsongs over the music.

Thena scowls as her whole body knots up. His friend is back, and she's brought company. "Eros."

"Thena, darling, looking ravishing as always," the self-proclaimed 'god of love' himself grins at her. He is one of the doctors in a full blown tuxedo. "Gotten any donations?"

"No, no one donates to an emergency room unless it guarantees benefits to them personally." The two newcomers look at her uncomfortably but it's true; no one ever donates to the emergency room because it's for the public, not for the highest insured patients.

"Well, what if I make a donation?" Eros grandstands, putting on his most winsome smile and even reaching into his suit jacket pocket. Does he really have his checkbook just...in there?

Thena points, "admin will take it."

The woman gets tired of playing this game. She sidesteps Eros to put her hands on Gil's shoulders. "Oh, enough business! It's time for you two to take to the floor."

Gil just stares. Just because he's big doesn't mean he likes getting climbed on like a children's jungle gym. He shakes his head faintly at her; he's asking what to do.

Thena sighs. That's why she brought Eros with her; he's a distraction to keep her from stealing Gil's attention again. Stealing attention from her own partner is an amusing thought. But she hasn't had enough to drink for it to be thoroughly entertaining.

The woman backs up as she stands. She and Eros watch as Thena grasps Gil's tie, pulling it out from his suit jacket and using it to turn his head and drag his lips to hers. She even makes a dramatic little moan just for them.

Gil is happy to oblige. He responds, sliding his hands up her body in the way that's familiar to them. They were doing exactly this a few short hours ago. When they part he doesn't even look to see if their audience has stuck around. "Thought you'd never ask, honey."

Thena keeps her hold on Gil's tie as she moves towards the dance floor, abandoning her clutch on the table. There's nothing in it but her phone and, well, a few contraceptives (in case Gil got ahead of himself on the way home).

"Y'know, sweetie, I have no complaints," Gil voices as he closes the distance and fixes his tie again. "But you could just ask."

She sighs as they turn towards each other to dance properly. He pulls her against him as her temper simmers itself dry. "I got the feeling she wasn't going to take no for an answer."

"Well, she would have had to," he assures her, even as they begin swaying to the music. She doesn't really know how to dance, but he takes the lead, holding her hip and her hand out in his. "Although watching my girlfriend grab me like that will probably haunt her for a while."

"Good," Thena mutters darkly, still off-put by the memory of her latching onto Gil's shoulders (like she has any right).

"Are you sure?" he whispers, still holding his head up if she wants more discretion. "If she doesn't have everyone knowing before we leave for the night then Eros certainly will. I wouldn't be surprised if he's crying to HR right now."

She does laugh faintly at the mental image of Eros snotting and whining like the little boy he is. "We're technically in different departments."

Gil chuckles, "guess you're right. But I'm asking you."

He's asking if she really wants to go public, or if she wants to deny their claims to the very end. Because he'll be with her, if she does, because of course he will.

Gil is receptive as she leans up to kiss him again. Maybe she can - somewhat! - understand what people see in the romance of it all. Swaying to music, Gil's arms around her, kissing him without a care in the world. There is something that makes the pleasure centres in her brain explode with euphoria.

"I'll take that as a yes," he smiles at her, even swaying a little more in his elation.

She tries to keep her head held high instead of shrinking away from the people observing them during their own dances. She clears her throat, pretending she can't feel how hot the tips of her ears are. "If it keeps her off of you, then yes."

He bends his head down, kissing the side of her neck. But it's not any invitation to mischief or show of dominance. He emerges again and kisses her on the forehead. "Can I tell those orderlies that check you out all the time that you're my girlfriend, now?"

She smiles, because it's Gil, and their relationship is no different now than it's been for the past several months. "You don't tell them I'm your wife?"

"Oh, I do," he answers instantly, and now she laughs. And sometimes when she laughs, she catches him looking at her in a way that makes all of her insides feel like jello. "But everyone knows you're my wife. Not everyone knows you're my girlfriend."

That is true. They were long ago anointed work husband and work wife. People are used to it, and it somewhat muddies the waters on what their relationship to each other actually is. And Thena will not be un-muddying them any time soon.

She moves Gil's arm more around her for herself, tucking herself into his chest in a way that makes moving more awkward instead of easier. But he folds around her comfortingly, happy to shift from foot to foot rather than really dance. "Then all the world can know I'm your partner."

She sighs as he presses a kiss to the top of her head, "I like the sound of that."

There's no going back from this. She always says that their personal lives have no place in the hospital. But she can't think about any of that, drowning in the endorphins this one man overtakes her brain with every time he smiles. And she has no one to blame but herself.

[rrat-king]

offers u a kristen song rec in these trying times <3 https://open.spotify.com/track/7FlXNopcNBHuTcMmR7DSxB?si=yxvmekI_S_u3iOR9w3D7qQ

... this as sophmore year kristen in the nightmare forest. this as junior year kristen in the farhaven woods. i. this is beautiful thank you this song it's going straight on the playlist.

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

Favorite thing about Reylo?:)

THEY'RE FATED

They're written in the stars! They're connected across space, across their sides and the conflict!! Fucking SOULMATES!!!!!! CANON SOULMATES!!!!!

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

While everyone is saying goodbye to each other, The Wrong Side of the Portal Mikey and Michelangelo from cabin 10 approach you!

They... don't seem upset like everyone else.

"Want some stickers?" Michelangelo asks, holding out a bunch of stickers for you to choose from. "We have enough."

"They glow in the dark!" Mikey cheerfully added, bouncing on his heels. "Like our magic! To remember us."

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

They gladly accept the stickers!!

Cabins 10 and 5!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[readingismyhobby24]

Who outta the chain dyou think would be most likely to have a motorcycle? Because every time I think I have the answer I’m like “no… actually-“

Like first I thought Time, that absolutely fits his vibe, but then I remembered Wild LITERALLY has one, but then I thought about Legend-

-crazylittlejester

Ooooh! This is a good question... A really hard one too...

Not gonna lie, as soon as I read the question my mind went to Legend 😂 I just feel like he'd have one. And he would take VERY good care of it.

But then I also see literally any of them having one. Like, imagine if Wind had a motorcycle lol 😂 Yeah, he's a little too young to have one, but depending on where you live, he's not really far from being able to have one. And I could see Warriors with one too. And Time...

But yeah, all of them having a motorcycle makes so much since 😂

@crazylittlejester

[shaperaverse-brainrot]

@lekreb thank you so much for the procrastination support

First impression

I loved her. I didn't know how to say her name properly and was trying very hard to ramble about her to one of my friends the morning after the postie war act two premiere. My first impression can basically be summed up by:

Impression Now

Tbh I've only grown to love her more. I wish I could say more but I've rambled so much about her on this blog I'd be repeating the same things for a hundred times.

Favourite moment

Am I allowed to say postie war acts 2-6 or is that too broad?

A New Dream in postie war act three is so precious to me. Marjolein learning how being a postie works, being curious yet also completely confused, HOW AWKWARD SHE IS WHEN SHE MEETS SARAH like "hi I'm Marjolein" when Raven then goes on about what posties are I cringe so hard oh Marjolein I love you-

Favourite oddly specific moment is her meeting Mucklepuck for the first time. I don't think I need to explain why.

Idea for a story

I am going to cheat a little and combine idea for a story and favourite headcanons into one answer I really apologise :(

Unpopular Opinion

I have to admit i am not the biggest fan of Marjolein forgetting Lloyd during her time in the hellscape. I rambled a lot about how I wasn't the biggest fan of how much the cabaret brought in linear time in a Raven ask I just finished writing, but this was just the icing on the top for me tbh.

Like!! I think she should have interesting feelings about Lloyd!! He viewed her as a daughter and only voiced that opinion when she offered to sacrifice herself for them and "was of use"!!! Talk about generational cycles of shitty parenting!! But the idea that she's just... Forgotten almost entirely? That it's almost as if the relationship she built with them in postie war didn't matter?? That the thing she remembers isn't the advice or the time spent or even the adventures, but vague recollections of what he looks like?

And then of course there's Lloyd wanting to rekindle their relationship only to turn around and say he's leaving in a year I do not like that either

Favourite relationship

I know I ramble about Marjolein and Sarah a lot, but I think it has to be Marjolein and Jill. The way Jill feeds into Marjolein's gaining confidence storyline and Marjolein feeds into Jill yearning for people to see her as her and not a "manic pixie dreamgirl" larger than life person? Yeah. Just yeah. I will cut myself off here so I don't ramble for paragraphs upon paragraphs.

Favourite headcanons/Idea for a story

Demon queen Marjolein. I've rambled about this on discord before but the idea that Marjolein accidentally became a demon queen while she was in the hellscape, either through a weird situationship with Mistress or because the demons looked at her and thought "yup. We want her to lead us now." And then when they're all rescued she just drops "oh yeah I'm officially a demon queen btw" on the rest of the posties-

As for idea for a story, a kinda rewrite of postie cabaret. Marjolein is in her whole demon queen thing, Jill also helps out a lot with magic and advising and stuff, and they get approached by Crispy and Toasty and Mistress panicked because "there's a bunch of people out to attack us and try and take you away!!". And it's a big comedy of errors where Jill and Marjolein help defend the hellscape from the postie "invaders" who are trying to rescue them from the hellscape.

[sasakisniko]

Molly!!

Hello my darling, my faithful notifs buddy. I hope you’ve been enjoying your weekend. I just wanted to say hi and spread some love. Seeing you pop up in my notifs is always such a highlight. Your love for both of our cancelled (SOB) shows is such an inspiration and I hope to one day see the hard work pay off. I will be right there with you, fighting to see our lovely detectives and pirates again! In the meantime, I look forward to seeing more of your lovely gifs!

Also, Justice for Niko, because wwwhhhyyyy you do my girl like that 😭😭😭

PIPER!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS!!!

I'm so happy that I didn't get around to reading this until today because today has been a day™.

You are so kind and such a positive light in fandom, so I'm always so happy to see you on my dash!!! I can't believe you spent so much time all weekend sending love to people on tumblr and in the comments of fic, even though I know you had a tough time. We need more people like you in fandom, people who put their energy into making the space kinder and more welcoming! I know I've felt that from you as someone who kinda stayed on the outskirts of the ofmd fandom until semi-recently.

I hope that one day we're squealing over new episodes of OFMD and DBDA together! And celebrating the return of Niko!

[masked-disciple]

*me not walking into a trap* Tell me about Hyacinthe and Iris! :) (genuinely though!)

So the actual chance tumblr would literally murder the quality of this is 50/50, but you should be able to view it in a new tab at proper resolution?? If that's not the case I'll rebagel with them broken-up so tumblr doesn't resize it.

Left to right we've got Iris, Hyacinthe, Katsuhito, and Yumiko! Iris obviously not an OC, the other three are. All of them are shown at roughly nine or ten years of age, although not at once: Iris is about twelve years older than Katsu, and about fourteen-fifteen older than Yumiko.

Under the cut, so I may ramble a bit!

Iris is Klint's daughter, born June 17, 1889. Hyacinthe is Barok's daughter, born February 6 1890. They're not twins, but they'll let you believe they are, because they act like it. They're sisters in every way that matters, and they refer to each other as such, and referring to them as anything else gets you shot.

They didn't meet until Iris was seven and Hyacinthe was six. Iris was living with Fionn, aware that he wasn't her father but not of anything about her blood family. Until one day, she went to look in her bedroom mirror, only to see a girl that wasn't her staring back at her, trees on the other side, as though the girl was looking through a pool of water to Iris.

Hyacinthe van Zieks died July 15 1891, a year and a few months' after her birth. She suffered from Magical Energy Waning Syndrome, the same condition that would have killed her Uncle Moriarty if the van Zieks forest hadn't killed him first. She died in her sleep, peacefully, resting against Barok's chest. Klint took her spirit away, and raised her in his brother's place, refusing to change into human form but doing what he could to be there for her anyway.

Two years and one day after Hyacinthe's death, Barok's life would be shattered again by the death of the woman who he called sister himself: Angharad Gingerson, Beatrice's eldest daughter. But theirs is another story. For now, Iris is seven years old, and the girl who is her dead sister is looking back at her through her mirror.

Hyacinthe knows how to talk: she learned from Beatrice and Osian and Ariadne, the latter of which who will tolerate her but makes no effort to conceal the fact she hates Hyacinthe's guts. She can talk well enough that the two can introduce themselves, and Hyacinthe can explain that they're sisters without disclosing who their family actually is.

The truth is, Hyacinthe doesn't know who her other parent is: she is the daughter of Barok van Zieks the Chainbreaker, for all they call him now the Reaper of the Bailey. She has been raised by a great white wolf of a ghost, who swears to her that she is family, that she will not be alone. She is the sister of Iris Wilson, and she wants to be friends.

They have tea together every day that they can. They talk about their days and brush their hair, they puzzle through inventions and magical theory together. Iris is not the resurrectionist her uncle is, not yet. She can't call the animals of the forest back to life by singing to them. She can't step through the mirror and hold her sister tight.

But she's an inventor, and she'll find a way. Hyacinthe likes reading theory, likes studying, wants to be a part of the hot, fast world her sister lives in. There's no mirrors in the van Zieks estate to watch Barok from, she doesn't know how he's coping with her death. She wants to take her sister's hand and meet him, hold onto the man who must be parent to them both.

They are determined, and they know better than to tell any adult of their relationship to each other, they know better than to admit what sort of magics they're willing to study if it means neither of them ever has to be lonely ever again.

By the time Barok is accused of murdering Inspector Gregson, they've managed it. Iris can pass through the mirror, sit in the ghostly forest of the twilight with her sister and have a tea party. It takes much more work, and much more power, to bring Hyacinthe into the daylight. They manage it anyway, just in time for Barok to be arrested, just in time for a homecoming a decade in the making to be sidelined by tragedy.

Hyacinthe runs in the daylight in the form of a wolf puppy, ribbons tied to the fur by her ears, Iris running beside her. They do not want to split up, but someone needs to tell the Queen, and someone needs to stay by Barok's side.

Iris goes. Hyacinthe stays. Barok recognizes his daughter, as he would in any form she took, and does not let go of her even as he watches the two men he loves more than he knows how to deal with argue over whether or not he will join his daughter in death. At this point, he might have said he no longer cared. At this point, he can see Klint's eyes in his daughter and in Iris and in the great white, ghostly wolf that flanks Kazuma even as Barok watches him fall apart. At this point, he is no longer thinking of what mercy the world could even still grant him, but what he can save before he goes.

After the trial, Susato and Gina are held up at the Old Bailey, being interrogated for their roles in the aftermath. The boys are holding fast to each other, Ryunosuke suggesting a nice pub to get blackout drunk at so that maybe come morning they'll remember how to hold to each other. Yuujin and Fionn are handling the fallout that they can, but they won't be home until late, either.

Klint van Zieks, the great white wolf that has raised Hyacinthe in his brother's stead, who allowed through no choice of his own for someone else to raise his eldest daughter, takes the two girls home, and explains to Iris who he is, and who, thus, she must also be.

It takes the two girls six months to build a life-sized balljoint doll for Hyacinthe to haunt, so she may be as close to alive as a dead girl may get. Mary Shelley's methods are, alas, some years' away from being viable.

Decades later, they can be found in Greece as tenured professors at Saint Shion's University, one as a pioneer of necromagy and artificing, and the other a magical theoretician who studies whatever catches her fancy. They'll argue with everyone and each other, send letters to their younger siblings and occasionally be cajoled into telling the story of Ryunosuke Naruhodo and the Time He Blew Up Iris' Invention Of An Electric Toaster.

They cannot, tragically, be cajoled into playing themselves when The Adventure of Ryunosuke Naruhodo, directed by Katsuhito Naruhodo, hits theatres in late 2000. But they do show up on set a few times for pictures and autographs, despite being over a hundred years old and looking like they're in their early seventies at best.

Hyacinthe, however, can still be cajoled into doing her best impression of Barok, and can pitch a chalice accurately at thirty yards behind her without looking. Because she's Hyacinthe van Zieks and she can do that.

[symbiotic-slime]

3, 13, 16 for the fandom ask!

3. nOTP?

I don’t have any big ships that are nOTPs, but the one ship that I cannot stand in the Venom fandom is any variation of Carlton Drake/Eddie. there’s like less than 50 fics for it so it’s funny for me to get so mad about it but yeah. it just gives me such the ick

13. What’s a character/ship you haven’t written/drawn yet but you would like to some day?

For both writing and drawing, I really want to make symflash content!! I don’t know why I haven’t drawn them, but with writing I get so scared of messing up Flash’s character that my fic ideas just collect dust in my Google docs 😭 I redrew a TikTok screenshot for symbiot3 (inspired by @kitausuret ‘s incredible fic Careless of the Consequence go read it you won’t regret it) so I’ve technically made content for them but again I haven’t written it because of the mischaracterization fear 😭

16. Do people irl know you participate in fandom?

yes!! all of my irl besties are my mutuals on here! I frequently torment my lovely friends @fist-of-vengeance, @cyborg-empress, and @depresseddm-thedndkind with my fic ideas and frankly nonstop yapping about Venom— it’s gotten so bad that whenever someone in the friend group talks about their new obsession they refer to it as their Venom lmaoo. they all know im a weird little freak /pos

[softquietsteadylove]

I have an idea for a thenamesh au.

Both of them are spies and one day their mission is to take out each other without them knowing it. In one mission Thena follows Gil discreetly and when Gil takes the elevator first she quickly changes her appearances and takes the elevator next but when she goes out Gil is right in front of her, smiling slightly and pulling out a photo of him from her jacket pocket. Then he pulls out a photo from her out of his pocket. And both realized they are each others target but both are impressed with each other. Maybe you can do something with it

A woman walks into a cafe. She gets in line behind a man.

The man is tall, has a broad back, wide shoulders. It's impossible to hide. His hands are in the pockets of his silky black bomber jacket. He shuffles forward as the line moves, just like everyone else, completely inconspicuous.

The woman looks up at him and then down at her phone. She types as she moves. The heels of her loafers click on the tile floor and her long trench coat sways with her movements.

"Next!"

The man in front of her orders quietly. He asks for a large coffee, black. The barista makes a joke about grinding the beans fresh that morning. The man laughs--it's a nice laugh.

The joke about beans is code. The goods the man is here to receive are ready. He'll receive them here. He hands over cash and steps aside, very quiet, very normal.

The woman steps forward. She puts her hand to her chin as she looks at the board behind the counter. She purses her lips, making sure to show off the rouge lipstick she has on, which matches the gloves on her hands. "What would you recommend?"

"Can't go wrong with a latte! Any special milk request?"

"No," she smiles, also pulling out cash. "I'll take it as is."

She slides to the side, waiting for her drink. The man is behind her now. She makes sure to flick her red hair over her shoulder as she goes back to her phone.

"Gil!"

The man comes forward. He nods and smiles, thanking them for the coffee. And he walks out, plain and simple. Her coffee takes just a moment longer--47 seconds longer, exactly.

She walks out of the cafe. As she crosses the threshold, she pulls off her beret and slips it into her purse. She looks both ways before turning right. As she does, leaves the purse on the back of an outside chair, taking only the smaller purse which contains her phone. The woman sitting there doesn't notice a thing.

The man is walking at a relaxed pace. He's tall but his steps aren't long; he's in no rush. He's easy to pick out in a crowd, from his height to his general physique and stature. He raises the cup to his lips every few minutes.

The morning crowd is thick. Everyone has places to be. The woman weaves through the foot traffic. She pulls off her gloves; they get dropped into a trash bin. She pulls her coat off as she passes a shop--lays it over the railing of its patio. Now, with a white cardigan, she pulls out a handkerchief and wipes off her lipstick.

The man turns the corner.

In the 12 seconds between them being on the same street again, the woman has taken off her wig and disposed of that as well. She kneels to pet a stray cat, and while she does she steps out of her clacky shoes and steps into quieter ones.

A man walks with his coffee in hand. Approximately 11 seconds behind him is a woman. She's blonde, wearing all white and doesn't have the coffee that was in her hand a second ago. She slips a pair of sunglasses away from a tourist reading a map.

The man starts walking down the subway stairs. The woman follows a little closer. She keeps him in sight. If he does anything to throw her, she has to keep him in a certain range. And it's not as if he'll be able to hide the fact that he's a walking wall of muscle.

The woman walks down the stairs. The crowd gets tight, but because of that she's able to capture a scarf off someone passing by. It keeps her silhouette different. She follows the man to the main floor. The station is massive, and he's walking a little quicker now.

The man takes another sip of his coffee. But it catches the light, and there's likely no liquid in there, if there ever was to begin with. He takes the lid off and raises it one final time before disposing of the cup. He changes direction, starts heading towards the platforms.

The woman takes a turn. She takes more of an indirect route. She moves through the crowd, keeping an eye on him from behind someone else's sunglasses. She passes through one of many kiosk shops. She drops the sunglasses for a pair of reading glasses.

She passes another little coffee shop. She leaves the scarf on an empty table.

The man is headed for the departing trains. She has to intercept him. She picks up her pace. Many people are beginning to speed their way to their morning train.

The man looks at the crowded escalator and staircase and moves towards the elevator. He presses the button. Most don't consider it worth it to wait.

The woman watches him get on. He takes it down. She'll take the next one. She disposes of the glasses by easily slipping them into a passing pocket. When she steps on the elevator, she's just a woman on her morning commute.

The elevator is clear when she steps on. If she really has to engage, she does have a knife in her bag. But this is a simple surveillance mission, in the depths of a civilian populated area. It's quick to get from one floor to another. She gets ready to step out.

The man steps back on.

She looks up at him; if she were a petty thief she would say she's kissing the dog. But she frowns, "I need to get off."

But the man just smiles. He pulls his hand out of his jacket pocket. Her body coils but he turns around a picture. It's of her. "Thena, is it?"

The mission is compromised. She's an enclosed space with an enemy agent. But he gives her the picture he has. This is what was in the cup, folded. It's of her leaving a vehicle after her last mission.

"How did you get this?" she asks, since she can't make the cleanest of getaways. An agent must never leave evidence of themselves. If this photo was identifiable, then the entire agency could be compromised.

"I could ask you the same thing."

The target has jokes. But she pulls out the photo of him she has up her cardigan sleeve and flicks it. He catches it--easily. He's quick on top of being strong. He looks at the photo. "Aw, come on, this is your recon photo?"

She gives him a look. He is rather amusing for the enemy. "My photo isn't exactly a glamour shot."

"Yeah, but at least you're not stuffing your face," he grumbles - practically pouts - as he waves the picture of him mid-cheeseburger around.

"Don't eat in the open air," she offers as her only advice.

"You haven't had their burgers," he counters, slipping the picture into his jacket inside pocket. "They're worth being compromised."

She crumples the photo of her in her hand as she crosses her arms. "An agent can never be compromised."

"Guess I'm not very good," he shrugs. He thinks this is funny.

He's a damn good spy. So surprisingly - infuriatingly - good that they had to send her after him for close proximity surveillance. Because no matter how identifiable he is, the only trace of him they had ever been able to get was when he was at that burger place.

"I suppose I just have to go that shop to find you from now on?" she jabs at him.

But he just laughs. "Hey, don't ruin it for me! That's where I go on my days off."

"Days off?" she scoffs in his face. Her father would have her head for speaking those words in such an order.

"Everyone needs a day off sometimes," he shrugs, as if they're talking about office jobs and not espionage. "Even spies."

She glares at him. She hates that he's as good as the rumours said, because now she has to report back that she made contact, and after shedding all her disguises. "Don't you have a train to catch?"

"Would you rather share an uber?" he jests in return.

"I don't think your boss would appreciate that," she settles with an icy tone, bumping him with her shoulder on the way out of the lift. "Nor mine."

"Okay, so no carpooling," he brushes off as he continues to follow her. "You know where I'll be for lunch."

She purses her lips at the suggestion she come and find him again. "Should you be inviting me to surveil you again, at even closer range?"

"I'm not suggesting that at all," he says and lengthens his stride to overtake her. He smiles at her over his shoulder as he's turning, "I'm suggesting you try one of their cheeseburgers. You'll like it!"

The man pushes through the crowd, not aggressively, but his sheer size makes room for him. He continues on, head held high. Eventually he gets onto a departing train, but by the time she follows, he's nowhere to be found, having left through the door on the other side.

This is her train anyway. She unclenches her fist, letting the properly printed film photo relax its structure. She looks at the back of it. She knows him only by his code name: heavyweight.

To: Thena

From: Gil

He had given the coffee shop his real name, which his a cardinal rule in agencies. This must be his current cover alias. It's unknown how his people got a hold of her name. That will have to be addressed later.

She sees him out the window. He waves. She doesn't respond; unlike him, she has to report to her job. He waves his phone in the air and mouths words; he wants her to call him.

She does not pull out her phone, but the man - Gil, apparently - has air dropped something to her. She refuses to let herself be flirted with by a man from an opposing agency. But he continues to mime eating a cheeseburger--and enjoying it to a comical degree.

The woman catches herself smiling, just for a moment--for 47 seconds exactly.

[cyberwhumper]

How much of Whiskey’s memory is kept intact when he dies? Like, does he know why Baxter is torturing him? Or is that a memory only the previous Whiskey had?

I touched a bit on this here!

His memory is the same up to a certain point, which is unknown to Baxter and his people at this time. Memories past this specific point are not retained and are lost when Whiskey is killed.

He doesn't know why Baxter is torturing him. From the current Whiskey's perspective one day his boss just suddenly flipped his shit and kidnapped him, and is now convinced that he knows things he doesn't.

[froggiewrites]

Heyyyy, @pandora-writes-one-piece here (Sideblog so this goes anon!)

Alright Froggie I get what you mean with the excitement of asks! I'm the same! So here's one for you, what's your favourite OP boy to write about? (at the moment, at least) 😍

You already know this, but I'll just throw it out there again: your writting is brilliant and I love it! 👏🏻🫶🏻 Keep feeding us! ❤️

Ahhh hi Pandora!!! Thank you so much 💙💙

The easy answer here is Sanji, I absolutely adore him!! He's the reason I started watching OP in the first place, and that love has only grown as I've watched more and more. I love writing for him both because I feel like I understand his character the most, and also because I feel like there's a decent amount of flexibility the way he acts with someone he loves, so it's fun to explore the different attitudes he might have!

I'm trying to figure out who's in second, since Sanji has a very hearty lead on everyone else, and I think it's probably Ace? I love writing things dissecting a character's attitude towards themselves and why they feel that way, and he's great for that. Also? Husband material 😊 But I've loved about every character I've done so far, even if some have been a bit harder for me (I'm still finding Law a bit but I'm getting there!). I'm also really excited to get to Wano and learn more about the Kid Pirates to see if I can write for them, because I am Very intrigued by them (especially Killer-I think hot blond chefs might be my type)

Thank you for the ask!!! 😊😊 And rest assured, I'll keep feeding everyone (I'm hoping to have a Zoro piece ready within the next few days!!)

[cecils-dragons]

⭐ - If you name familiars, which familiar has your favorite name?

⭐ - If you name familiars, which familiar has your favorite name?

I have many named guys, so I'm always happy to share more. For this of course I gotta say Shin'ya and Genki <3 The og familiar characters that I got overly attached to haha. Man, I did not realize how long I've been playing around with these two, time really flies dang.

[bi-bats]

for the ask game - JayTim obviously!! or, if that's been asked already, maybe JayRoy?

YESSSSSSSS okay I'm gonna do both ships, because neither has been asked yet!

We're going to start with Jaytim though, because obviously I ship it 😂

What made you ship it?

There was a fic by Timmyjaybird that I read that had unrequited Jaytim (different main pairing with Tim), and their dynamic piqued my interest. I decided to click into the ship page, read strange fear I ain't felt for years by sister, and then it was over for me. If you know me, you'll know I always say that all it takes is reading one good fic for a ship and I'll start shipping it. Plus I'm a Tim kinnie and Jason is so so hot, so theres definitely a projection character/attraction character thing going on

What are your favorite things about the ship?

All the ways I can play with them. They can be fucked up, unstable, unwell, obsessive (on both sides). They can be bitter and angry and fall into each other (which I tend to favor in longer works). They can be soft and sweet and gentle and forgiving. They can be blushing and nervous and uncertain. They can be petty and annoyed and really into riling each other up. It ALWAYS works. And also, there's something I find so fascinating about the way they accidentally helped create each other. Tim as Robin happened mostly because of Jason, and Jason becoming Red Hood and going after Bruce gets set into motion because he finds out about Tim. They're a feedback loop and neither of them is happy with the results. Okay, I have to stop here before this turns into a dissertation. Or before I spoil a future fic which I already had to erase a spoiler for so next question

Is there an unpopular opinion you have about the ship?

A little bit? I think my only opinion that some people disagree with (but isn't necessarily unpopular) is that I don't like the whole Pit Madness thing. When Jason came back he had a fucked up plan, and he wasn't entirely in his right mind, but he justified it. He was doing the wrong thing for the right reasons when it came to Tim (being mad at Bruce because he's going to get Tim killed and then he almost kills Tim to prove the point). It's something I explore in my fics at almost every opportunity, because I think it's too easy to let Jason off the hook by blaming it on the pit. It also frustrates me because it doesn't really matter whether or not he meant to hurt Tim, because he did. And I like watching him take responsibility for the knowledge that he wanted to hurt Tim, and being forced to confront the realization that his logic at the time involved a lot of mental gymnastics, and grapple with the idea that it might not be a thing he can fix and that even if it is, Tim probably shouldn't forgive him, and definitely shouldn't get involved with him. Okay, halfway through writing this I realized that I definitely have an unpopular opinion about them, but I'm not erasing all that, so you get both. I hate the nickname babybird. I know. I know! I hear you all disagreeing with me. I see you all throwing tomatoes at me. I just don't like it! I don't think it's cute. I like little red or little bird much better, personally.

Okay I'm also gonna do JayRoy but this is getting long, so I'm gonna put the rest under the cut.

JayRoy: I ship it!!!

What made you ship it?

I think one of my friends told me they knew it was a ship and they thought it was cute sometimes and I checked it out? I've actually been reading Jayroy since before I read Jaytim. And as previously stated, all it takes is one good fic.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Honestly I just love their relationship so much. Roy is one of the few people Jason ever really allows to get close to him after becoming Red Hood (if we're ignoring the whole being brought back into the batfamily thing which I have a Lot of Opinions about, but that's a story for another time, anyone reading this can feel free to send me an ask if you want the rant), and I really just love the way they understand each other and are there for each other. I also love that they're assholes to each other. Roy is so irritating and Jason should hate it but he can't and he doesn't because Roy is too endearing and genuine. It's sweet. It's the angry one and the sunshine one.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have about the ship?

I guess? I think they work better as friends who also sleep together. Like, I don't necessarily think they should date. I think that if they ever ended up in a long-term relationship, it would be because Jason realizes he hasn't slept with anyone else in years and they've been partners for even longer than that. But when it comes to things that healthy relationships should have, I don't really see them having it. It's not healthy to start dating someone because you realize you already are after not talking about it for years. I think too much of the responsibility and emotional labor would fall on Roy, and I think he deserves better.

okay, if you're still reading at this point then thank you for reading!!! and thanks for the ask!! I had so much fun answering this 💚💚💚

[petricorah]

a while back i decided to turn on the notifications for some of my favorite artists on here because i don't really check tumblr all that often if not and it makes me so excited to be able to see whenever you post new art (or reblog older stuff) now!!

i love the way you draw expressions and it's so cool to see all the comics you have made over time and how well they transmit emotions!!

notifications? i--im so glad you like my art and expression!!! it means so much that people look forward to and enjoy my art, especially the comics :')