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manychocolatefactories · 4 years ago

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CatCF Dark Chocolate: Part 2, the tour

Willy Wonka and his factory:

For the Factory in this version, I wanted to give a feeling of the factories of the 19th century. Something between a place where a mad scientist would work and a steampunk fantasy. Willy Wonka himself is based on Jules Vernes.

Willy Wonka himself is a man with an "impressive beard", a solemn but kind air on his face, and an overall feeling of knowledge and wisdom. Wearing a thick and tight jacket, a black top hat and a dark green coat, his appearance actually gives mixed signals: his short hair is fluffy and shaggy, like a man of free spirit, of amusement and not much care, but his beard and mustache are neatly trimmed and cut, like any serious and respectable man. His hair is brown, chocolate-colored, but with touches of white and gray here and there. His eyes are kind and twinkling, but his mouth is a harsh thin line. He is the kind of man that will say the most extravagant things perfectly seriously, but treat serious and common business as a joke. Don't think however that is an extravagant or funny man. Again, he rather gives the feeling of a kind mad scientist.

As for the Factory itself, actually the locals, the people of the town over which the Factory looms, dislike it. Sure, the Factory is admired by people wordlwide - tourists come to see it, painters come to paint it, it is a landmark admired in foreign countries. But the locals do not like it at all. It is a tall, dark, cold and stern building, with no color of beauty, only locked doors, metallic fences, thick walls and high chimneys. The Factory does not employ anyone of the town, in fact no one ever saw the Factory workers arrive or leave. Wonka himself has never left his factory for decades now. Couple that with strange white silhouettes seen at the windows, and the ramblings of the local homeless man who apparently hates the Factory and keeps insulting it, and quickly a bad reputation was built for it. Adults believe Wonka is trying to hide a shameful secret, the kids tell tales of "the haunted chocolate factory"...

In fact, I wanted an air of creepiness for the Factory. I took back the original idea of Dahl that all the workers are regular humans dressed in white, and I pushed it a little further: they are basically so covered in white you can hardly see them anymore. They have white blouses and jackets, white gloves, white masks, white caps, white helmets... After each kid's demise, a mysterious poem is recitated (like in Dahl's original drafts), mysterious voices that could be eithe the worker's or something else... In fact, with each kid demise there is an element of sppokiness which may be the kid hallucinating out of fear, or not (Augustus in the river thinks something is tying to catch him or drag him down ; Wilbur and Rice in the dark hear and feel creepy things...). And Wonka himself keeps making ominous references to "selling your soul to the devil"...

But in truth the Factory isn't a death trap at all. Behind the scenes, the workers are just normal people with their own life and their usual office routines, and who happent to leave very discreetly the Factory. The Factory is also based a lot on the Menier chocolate factory, which is the "real-life" Wonka factory. I may speak more about it one day.

Anyway... now let's go on with the tour!

# The Labyrinth. Behind each entrance, before each exit of the Factory, is a labyrinth, a maze Wonka designed after the works of Penrose and Möbius. Only he and his workers know the way out of them. This is merely a security measure.

# The Edible Garden. For this garden, I wanted to insist on the idea of it being fake and artificial - Wonka didn't try to create a perfect replica of a landscape. This room doesn't even have any real sense in the Factory, it is merely a piece of art he created so that he could come in here to relax and mediate. There are no windows, all the lights come from spots on the far-away ceiling and the ground is grey stone (because Wonka is revolted at the idea of making grass out of candy, it would be too dirty). There are trees of hard caramel and mint candies, orchards where the fruits are made of gummy, lollipops shaped like flowers and numerous sculptures of sugar - none of this is to be eaten however. At the back of the garden, there is the Chocolate River. The River serves a double use: on one side, it is merely an aesthetic addition to the Edible Garden. On the other, it is a source of energy for the Factory - it used to be a water mill, and Wonka kept the ancient structures but replaced water with chocolate. As such, the production of chocolate actually helps create energy back - and the river ends with a series of different pipes, each one leading to a different room where the chocolate will be used.

This is where Augustus Pottle meets his demise. The competitive glutton tried to empty the river of its content, and fell into it. Sucked up by one of the glass pipes, he did a long travel through the tubes and pipes of the factory, which crushed and reshaped his fat into a cylindric body - before he fell into one of the boiling vats. There, the heat was enough to have all his fat melt, like in a super-intense sauna. Hopefully, he was rescued before being boiled alive - but Augustus left the factory as a mass of sagging, extra-skin, his wrinkled folds dragging on the ground, like a skeleton wearing a bride's dress made of human flesh.

# At the back of the Edible Garden, there is a long hallway that passes by a balcony. Said balcony allows one to see the "Mosaic room", a place where Wonka makes mosaics out of pralines - and since the room is really vast, he can make giant mosaics.

# The Vanilla Fudge Mountain. While it looks like a miniature mountain kept inside a giant room, this titanic hunk of vanilla fudge is actually a fragment taken out of the Honeylaya mountain range (located somewhere between the great Black Thunder chocolate mines, and the sugar marshes of the Sea of Marmelade). [References to the Himalaya, the Black Thunder coal mines, the Black Thunder chocolate bars, the Sea of Marmara and salt marshes ]. This room is basically a copy-cut of Dahl's deleted chapter of the same name, with workers breaking down the mountain, piling the fudge in wagons and then sending it to the Cutting and Pounding Room.

This is where Wilbur and Rice meet their demise. Unruly, and tired of having all their pranks and "fun" sabotaged by Wonka and Bertie Upside, they decide to ride the wagons. Of course, they are sent down the Cutting and Pounding Room - hopefully for them, Wonka has installed an intelligent wire strainer/net that can catch all impurities detected, to clean the fudge. So the kids are saved, right? Well the thing is that, while waiting on the wire strainer for someone to save them, the kids, bored and gluttonous, ended up eating all the fudge that fell down around them. They ate so much of it, that the machine ended up identifying them as "fudge" instead of "impurity" (since they were basically 80 percent fudge after their gorging Xp). So they where sent down in the Room, thrown on a conveyor belt... ready to be pound and cut into slices. The workers realized this of course and stopped the conveyor belt before the knifes - but the kids still got pounded. Wilbur, who was lying on his side when he got pounded, became tall and thin ; while Tommy, who was standing up, got pounded on the head and became small and large. In fact, when they got out of the Factory, their angry parents ended up mistaking one for another and going home with the wrong boy.

# After the Vanilla Fudge Mountain, the tour goes by another hallway, this one with numerous tall and colorful windows - stained glass made of sugar. Each window illustrates a famous chocolatier or candy-maker, but in the style of saints in churches. You have Philippe Suchard (the grandfather of Milka), Henry Isaac Rowntree (the maker of the Fruit Pastilles and Fruit Gums), the Menier family (the biggest chocolatiers of 19th century and first half of 20th century Europe, and distant relatives of Wonka) ; the Murrie family (creators of Hersheys) and the Mars famly (bheind the Mars bars, the M&Ms, the Snickers and the Milky Ways). "All families" Wonla notes with an air of sadness. Indeed, Wonka always wanted a family - or rather at this point in his life he regrets to not have a family and an heir, isolated that he is in his factory.

# Inventing Room number 3. There are numerous "Inventing Rooms" in the Factory, dedicated to developping, inventing, testing, studying products or just do crash tests. The number 3 is clustered with huge, squat and heavy dark machines, with vats, cauldrons and ovens, and all sorts of other structures dragon-like due to the steam and fire they spill out. It quite a grim and sinister place, but it is also where Wonka tests his most fantastic inventions, like the Rainbow Drops, the Luminous Lollies or the Three-Course Meal Gum.

As you guess, this is where Violet Beauregard will meet her demise. I set myself a rule to avoid all blueberry transformations when dealing with the demises of the Violets, so here I rather use the tomato soup: after chewing (not only did Violet took the gum due to her "talent" but also because she misheard Wonka and thought it was a "tasting" room), her face becomes red and chubby, her skin smooth and glossy, her cheeks puff out, her nose bulges, her forehead bloats, her throat becomes big, her lips thick and her ears thin, pointy, green. Result? Her face looks like a mass of tomatoes. Tomatoes for cheeks, a tomato for a forehead, tomatoes instead of eyelids, a tomato for a nose and two for the lips... Think of the Arcimboldo paintings, how he made faces out of flowers and vegetables. It is the same thing here. And while her parent is furious at first, they end up actually realizing it might be for the better - because now she is truly unique and attention-attracting, and that's what her parents always wanted...

# Follows a long hallway with a series of different rooms: two are taken from the original book, the Fizzy Lifting Drinks and the Squares that Look Round. One I changed slightly: the Chocolate Milk Room, where Wonka keeps special cows that have a chocolate-flavored milk.

# The Heating Room. A room taken from Dahl's deleted chapter "The Warming Candy Room".

This Heating Room looks like the negine room of a submarine or a freighter, filled with turbines, pistons, pipes, wheels and pressure gauges. This is where Wonka creates all of his heat-related products: hot ice-creams to fight chilling days, hot ice-cubes to give back warmth to a cold drink, and finally the warming candies (see the original deleted chapter). Marvin Prune, absolutely outraged by what he perceives as Wonka breaking all laws of science and physics, tries to prove that he is a quack by stuffing himself with handfuls of warming candies. Which results in him over-heating: he becomes red, sweaty, thirsty, removes all of his clothes (save for his underwears) and screams to death.

Wonka will have him put in the freezer, and also covered regularly in water, to avoid him drying up to death or combust. But even as he is leaving the factory, he is still red, sweaty, steamy and in underwears - the falling snow melting as it touches him.

# The Nut Room. Another classic piece of the original factory that I wanted to reinvent. Basically, here the kids do not visit the Nut Room proper, but the Under-Nut Room, or Sub-Nut Room. You've got the Nut Room where the white-clad workers separate good nuts from bad nuts Then the "bad" batch is then in this under-room, where trained squirrels will sniff out any potential "good nut" the workers may have missed. All the nuts are on a conveyor belt, that is getting then thrown down a chute.

Of course, Elvira Salt meets her demise here by trying to take one of the squirrels by force, resulting in a squirrel attack. However, the squirrels do not push her down the chute. Rather, she climbs on the conveyor belt to avoid them and has her fur stuck in the belt. She could have escaped if she had let go of it, but she refused to let it go, so she fell down the chute... and Wonka cannot remember if this particular chute leads to the compost vat he uses to grow his fruits, vegetales and berries - or to the furnace...

But don't worry, she actually falls down in the compost. Elvira will leave the factory extremely dirty, unbearably stinky, so much not even an entire week of baths and showers can remove it, and probably with one or two diseases, but alive.

# The Television Room. I did not had time to clearly prepare this one, but it will be where Michael (Mike) T-V meets his demise. Discovering he can go inside television, he is more happy to oblige, and is absolutely thrilled to be in his favorite shows. But as soon as he leaves the television, he realizes that he is now as small as a television character! No bigger than the screen! He will be sent back to his home, now only able to play with his toys and figurines, the only things at his doll-like size.

# The Molding Room

This room is also taken back from Dahl's original draft. Basically, it is where Wonka creates many of his chocolate sculptures - he has an entire zoo of chocolate animals, and very recently created a machine able to form men, women and children out of chocolate. And this is also where Bertie Upside will meet his demise.

You may be wondering: Bertie? What has he done wrong? He is kind, gentle, generous, perfect. He helped Charlie on numerous occasions, he stopped the mischief of the brats... Isn't he a good kid?

HE IS NOT. Grandpa Georges was right all along: if he appears better than the others, it means that he twice as worse.

Bertie Upside truly has a heart of gold. Which means a heart of cold and hard metal, not of flesh.

Bertie Upside is a psychopath, a sociopath, an evil little boy. Sure he knows how to put on a nice and gentle facade, but it is just manipulation. If he is orphaned, it is because he killed his own parents, and now that he is left alone with Charlie (Wonka being busy elsewhere), Bertie will try to kill him, just for fun, by putting him in the "Chocolate Boy" mould so that he would be smothered in a chocolate statue.

However (I have to admit this part is a bit blurry), Charlie will resist and Bertie will end up thrown inside another moulding machine... A piñata-creating machine. When Bertie will get out of the machine, he will still be a living boy... but now with a flesh as fragile as papier-mâché, and insides filled with candies. Now he is really a sweet kid inside as he is outside. And he will have to be really gentle... if he doesn't want to break.

And of course after that Charlie gets the factory, as it turns out that Wonka was looking for an heir with this tour. Happy end!

Now, as I mentionned a poem forms itself through the story, rhymes being added after each kid's demise (an idea originally taken from Dahl's first drafts of the story). It goes like this:

"Nine little children, in the garden they went,

But one fell, and then they were eight."

"Eight little children, an unruly mix,

Two rode to Chicago, and then they were six."

"Six little children went into a room as busy as a hive,

But one did not listen carefully, and then they were five."

"Five little children, less and less at every door,

One had a fever and then they were four."

"Four little children saw squirrels down the tree,

One fell down the squirrel hole, and then they were three."

"Three little children, and none are new,

One went to play and then they were two."

"Two little children, we are soon to be done,

One got his trickandtreat, and then there was one."

"One little children, everything he won,

He lived ever happily, and now we are done."

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hesesols · 4 years ago

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Into the WILD

Day 16 of Ichiruki month 2020

Trapped inside fantasy MMORPG. Send help please?

Rating: T

FF/ao3

The first thing that strikes him as odd is that the ground underneath him is dewy soft. Not that the carpet in his tiny student accommodation isn't soft. It just isn't as soft by comparison and doesn't smell so strongly of grass and urgh- he hates pollen with a vengeance.

It makes his nose itch like mad and –

Wait!

Last time he checked summer was already over and the northern hemisphere was entering early autumn.

Brown eyes open in alarm.

The sun is in his eyes as he sits up and he's lying in a sea of golden tulips and ruby red camellias, blades of grass and crushed flowers under his fingertips.

He isn't alone.

There are others next to him. Each one garbed in unusual medieval clothing- intimidating-looking armours with spikes and brightly-coloured capes, fur-trimmings and equally garish-looking armbands; brandishing weapons that range from claymores to wooden staffs. Everyone seems to be in more or less the same state of disbelief and wide-eyed amazement at their new surroundings.

Where are they?

And holy shit! Is that a real-life armoured bear?

"You look like you could use a hand there, Kurosaki."

"Ishida?"

Ishida or at least who he assumes to be Ishida- his annoying cousin of sorts and fellow guild member- stands in front of him, offering an outstretched hand. Ichigo recognizes the voice but those pointy ears, the gleaming ivory bow that stands at a grown man's height and strange cleric-like clothing- those are definitely new. He grabs hold of it and pulls himself up, wiping at the grass stains with a fierce scowl before turning to the strange elf-like creature.

"What are you wearing?

Uryuu snorts, "I could ask you the very same question, Kurosaki."

Ichigo glances at the midnight black armour he has on- light weight, extra resistance to magic and +25% endurance to all physical attacks- wait, where did that come from?- the reassuring weight of Zangetsu in his hands-

He blinks.

Name: Zangetsu. Also known as: Sword of the Moon, Cursed Fang. Status: Legendary. Raid item from the Sacking of the Gollum King's Palace at Hueco Mundo. The mythical black blade forged by the Grandmaster Yhwach over the Fires of Sokyouku for a full year and a half in preparation for the Conquest of the Soul King's Throne (see also Conquest of the Soul King's Throne). Grants the wielder—

Reeling from the surprise, he falls flat on the grass.

How the hell did that just happen? How did all those words and background information just pop into his head unprompted? Almost like they're in a fantasy RPG gam—

"What's going on?"

Uryuu's smile is grim and sardonic, sliding the half-moon glasses up the bridge of his nose before he tells him, "Don't freak out but I think we're inside the game."

"Anything?"

Uryuu shakes his head.

Ichigo sighs. The lines of communication are down and no one has been able to log back out into the real world since they first entered.

"This doesn't make any sense at all!"

10,000 WILD players across the world and different servers who were online and active at precisely 12 midnight that day somehow found themselves transported into the game world and trapped there as their game character persona.

They're calling it the Lockdown.

No one has a clue as to why they were the only people affected, nor do they know how they came to. One minute they were logged in, playing the game as usual; the next thing they know they're lying flat on their asses in this strange new world strongly reminiscent of the game world of WILD, as their respective game characters.

He's one of the lucky ones he thinks. As a human Swords Master, there isn't much alteration to him besides the clothes and the muscle bulk added to his physique, unlike Chad who woke up as a bear armed to the teeth with a war axe and metal gauntlets. It wouldn't have been a pleasant wake up call for anyone, much less someone who wakes up trapped inside a fantasy MMORPG.

"What about Keigo then? Have you managed to locate him yet?"

Uryuu's eyebrow twitches. The pale blue glow from his hand falters for a fraction of a second when his attention shifts to shoot his guild leader a nasty glare.

Ichigo growls before mumbling out an apology to the raven-haired Cleric. He knows of course that Uryuu is trying his best and really in a strange new world that seems equal parts deadly and fascinating, the best is all they can do.

He's just … frustrated over the lack of answers and to make matters worse, one of their own still remains unaccounted for. Out of all the guild members who decided to switch servers during the Lockdown, it just had to be Keigo- scatterbrain extraordinaire. He wouldn't trust Keigo not to get sold on some crazy-ass get-rich-quick scheme in the real world, let alone in this virtual reality full of bloodthirsty monsters just waiting to make a nice dinner out of unsuspecting players.

The double doors to his studies are suddenly pushed apart, jolting him out of his thoughts. Orihime stumbles in barefooted and narrowly avoids tripping over the trail of her druidic dress robes in her excitement. Her cheeks are flushed and the pretty flowers in her flower crown bloom and blossom in magnificent shades of pinks and violets as she makes her announcement.

"Kurosaki-kun! I have his location!"

Ichigo jumps to his feet.

Finally!

It's the first piece of good news he's had since he found himself stranded here with the rest of his guild members.

"So where is the idiot then?"

Behind her, trails Tatsuki- their resident cynic and Shield Maiden who purses her lips and informs both him and Uryuu rather miserably, "You're not going to like this. He's in the Forest."

Ichigo resists the urge to face-palm as he sees Uryuu rubbing at his temple.

"Keigo must have been on his way back to HQ and decided to take the shorter route," Uryuu rationalizes things- as the team tactician he excels at it, "he couldn't possibly have known."

That's right. Keigo couldn't possibly have known that he would get sucked into the game and be left standing in place of his game character.

Tatsuki gives a derisive snort, "Doesn't make a difference. A level 25 Bard like him can't possibly survive the Forest of Hueco Mundo alone. He's going to get himself killed. The Forest is no man's land- level 70+ Hollows and player killers aren't warded out."

All eyes turn to their orange-haired team leader.

"What do you want us to do?"

Call it instincts but Ichigo has a nasty suspicion that player death in their new world would also mean certain death in the real world. The thought makes him nauseous and for obvious reasons, he isn't too keen on testing out the theory himself.

Keigo may be a pain-in-the-neck and downright insufferable at times but damn it! He's one of them. He's their pain-in-the-neck and they can't just leave him there.

In the real world, Ichigo Kurosaki may be just an ordinary university student bogged down by studies but here in WILD, he's a guild leader, it's his job to look after his guild members and he pledges to make sure that every single one of them makes it back home to the real world in one piece.

Ichigo heaves a loud weary sigh, grabbing the sleek black katana by his side.

"Let's go get our idiot back!"

"I told you we should have gone left instead of right!"

Tatsuki can feel her skull throbbing. She should have just stayed behind with Chad and Orihime.

"Stop yelling at me! It's not my bloody fault that you're so fucking incompetent that you couldn't get a better map!"

"Oh so I'm the incompetent one?! Never mind I was the one who organized the rations! We would have starved to death days ago if I hadn't triple checked our provisions!"

Tatsuki grimaces as the feel of exhaustion creeps in as does the unbearable chaffing on her thighs. It wasn't just the lines of communications that were shut off with the Lockdown. It turns out the Portals- their main means of transport have also been disrupted and that means that the full distance between Karakura and the Forest had to be covered by good old-fashioned horse-riding.

They've been riding nonstop since they left Karakura, trading horses with NPCs in the farmlands nearby to push ahead at a gruelling pace and rescue Keigo as soon as possible. It is a noble cause but the trade-off for the weeks' long worth of hard-riding leaves the three riders surly and sullen. This virtual reality that they're trapped in certainly feels real enough, right down to hunger pangs and sore muscles.

Chaffed thighs, bland food, little sleep and the heat (the sheer humidity was making her hair frizz) made for horrible traveling condition and it seems that both Ichigo and Uryuu are about to hit their respective boiling points.

She rolls her eyes, tugging at her horse's rein to halt.

"Both of you need to shut up before –"

A sudden rustling in the bushes nearby draws their collective attention and sure enough from the depth of the overgrown bushes, a Hollow emerges. This one seems more reptilian in features, flickering pink tongue and all. Something jumps at the back of her mind but Tatsuki ignores it.

The Guide is nothing more than a useless collection of WILD lore and trivia.

She doesn't need a lecture on Hollow classes and their special attacks to know that the only good Hollow is a dead one.

With a loud battle war cry, she unsheathes her blade and leads the charge, throwing herself against the beast.

Ichigo leaps through the dense foliage with Zangetsu drawn and bloodied in his hand. Despite Tatsuki's misgivings about his foolhardy plans and recklessness, the woman is just as bad with her own brand of battle lust, leading the charge like a crazy berserker.

All hell literally broke loose the second they stormed through the clearing. The sheer number of the Hollow horde overwhelmed them and forced them to break formation and the three of them took off in different directions in a bid to divide the remaining Hollows' attention.

He ducks behind a tree to catch his breath. Having lost sight of both Uryuu and Tatsuki during their retreat, he is in a sour mood and more than a little embarrassed that a level 98 Swordsmaster like him is being forced back by a horde of weakling Hollows in level 50s.

"Psst. Ichigo."

Ichigo grips Zangetsu tightly, eyes nervously darting at his surroundings. He could have sworn that he heard Keigo's voice. Well it's either that or he's officially losing his mind.

"Over here."

A head pops out from the bushes next to him and Ichigo reacts accordingly- nearly slicing the newcomer's head clean off his shoulder and Keigo almost becomes a casualty of friendly fire before Ichigo sees through the heavy layer of disguise and stops the blade mid-swing.

"Keigo?"

The bard is barely recognizable with his slashed and dirtied tunic, patches of dirt and dried leaves covering his face.

"The fuck you doing- sneaking up on me like that! I could have killed you!"

Keigo couldn't have cared less. With a loud wail and snot running down his face, he throws himself at his saviour and professes his undying gratitude in between hiccups and tears.

"ICHIGO! I knew you would come for me! I never doubted for a second!"

"Get off me! You stink!"

The happy reunion doesn't last as the roar of a Hollow and heavy footsteps of a lumbering giant still their movements. Ichigo pushes Keigo away from him and readies his blade, but even his quick reflexes are no match for the suddenness of the attack.

"ICHIGO!"

The Hollow's swipe knocks the air right out of him and sends him flying. The tree trunk of a young sapling snaps in half as his back connects painfully with it. The pain disorients him and he is enough of a doctor's son to recognize the signs of concussion. Also, he thinks he might have cracked a rib (or two) as fresh blood- metallic in taste gurgles past his throat.

His vision clears in time for him to see the Hollow- a Dragon class one with beady yellow, thick, iridescent scales covering its front and gigantic wings sprouted at his back, rearing up for another charge.

This time at Keigo, who is down on his knees- eyes wide with fear as he scrambles to get away from the advancing Hollow.

There's no time to think. Ichigo pushes everything he has- the very last spurt of HP and MP within him towards Keigo, taking his place before the monster with gapping mouth, awaiting certain death to come.

"Out of the way!"

His eyes snap open just in time to see a small lithe figure, sunlight reflecting off the bone white armour- so bright that he squints, leaping through air and landing gracefully on the Hollow's back. A glint of light flashes yet again and before his very eyes, one of the Hollow's tattered wings is cut off, an arc of blood spurts high into the air and the Hollow's roar of anguish follows.

"Are you deaf or stupid? Get out of the way!"

Ichigo doesn't hesitate. With Keigo tucked under his arm, he pushes past the pain and sprints for the clearing.

With them gone, the mysterious stranger makes quick work of the beast, easily dismantling its other wing before diving for the kill; sinking the white blade somewhere between the soft scruff, flabs of excess skin free from the scaly armour.

Ichigo watches in silence as the dying monster screeches in pain, a swan's song in roars of fury before it topples over with dead eyes, a fine cloud of dust from where its body fell.

With the urgency of the situation gone, he focuses on the newcomer. Sheathing Zangetsu as it becomes apparent from the markings and sigil on the stranger's shield and helmet that he is a Paladin, one dedicated to the path of the light. They're in safe hands- for now at least.

"Where did you come from?"

The Paladin regards him oddly.

"What do you mean?"

"Princess!"

Half a dozen of swords are suddenly drawn and held under their throats by what seems to be a band of armed knights. Their armours gleam with the same bone-white shine and the leader of the men- a tall redhead with inked markings across his forehead approaches them with a fierce scowl and the intent to kill.

Next to him, Keigo yelps.

"The fuck!" Ichigo curses. His chest hurts, he's barely standing on his feet and now this?

Can this day get any worse?

"Watch your mouth, you punk!" The redhead growls threateningly, "You're in the presence of the Princess."

Amber eyes narrow. Did they think he's stupid? There's no one vaguely even female in their company unless—

The Paladin removes his helmet and a cascade of black hair- dark as the night pours forth. Apple cheeks, soft petal lips and elfin features curtailed somewhat by the iciness of her stare and her unsmiling face.

Their eyes meet.

Oh!

The short stature suddenly makes so much sense. Ichigo gulps.

"They're Heroes, Renji."

Renji scowls and gives them a dirty look.

Ichigo's eyebrows knot in confusion. "Hang on- what do you mean by Heroes and how are you a princess? Royalty isn't a job class and Paladins don't call themselves Princesses. I don't care what level you are, that's not allowed by the game admins."

The smile on the woman's face- Ichigo doesn't know what to make of it, but he thinks he's about to be made into a fool of epic proportions, especially when she pushes past her armed guards and tilts his face up by the chin with the tip of her white blade.

Smirking with dark violet eyes gleaming, she tells him, "That's because I'm not a Hero. Look closer."

Sure enough- when Ichigo focuses his gaze at her, her presence is shrouded in golden aura. The Guide pings- very belatedly and most unhelpfully, he might add.

Name: HRH Princess Rukia of the noble house of the Kuchiki, heir apparent to the throne of Seireitei. Status: NPC

He bites his tongue.

"B-But- but NPCs aren't sentient," Keigo blurts out.

Ichigo turns just in time to see him give out a pained yelp, being pummelled by the angry redhead, "Oh I'll show you how non-sentient my fists are!"

He winces. That looks like it would hurt… a lot. But Keigo's an idiot with thick skin, he'll live.

Rukia- her name rolls off his tongue easily. He refuses to even entertain the idea of addressing her by her royal title. For starters, a princess isn't supposed to be a Paladin, or know how to fight or use a sword, or look this good while having him at her mercy.

He gulps when violet eyes narrow at him.

"And you? Do you think that NPCs are non-sentient beings too?"

Ichigo is a fast learner and gives a quick shake of his head.

"Good-" her lips curve into a smile, hair dipping low to tease at the contours of his face as she whispers into his ear- "Because this NPC just saved your life. I'll show you just how deadly I am with my sword before you dismiss me as just another background token NPC."

The sword tip leaves his neck.

"Now, hold still."

That's all the warning he gets before a green glow is emitted from her hands- smelling faintly of mint and something fresh he can't quite name. He shuts his eyes, letting the healing magic wash over him, knitting most of his superficial cuts and wounds back into place.

When the light fades, his chest still hurts but at the very least he feels a little less light-headed and breathes a little easier despite the pain.

He wants to thank her- both for her healing and her timely rescue from the Hollow but she refuses to meet his eyes.

"Renji," she barks at her captain of guards who immediately stands to attention.

"Take them with us. He needs a proper healer. I can't set his broken ribs."

"It's Ichigo!" he calls out, interrupting their conversation and earning himself a hard glare from Renji but Rukia's gaze is almost thoughtful.

"Can you still ride, Ichigo?"

He nods.

A horse is brought to him under Rukia's instructions and as soon as he is properly mounted with Keigo seated behind him, the woman sounds the horn, black hair unbound and flailing in the wind as she leads the company into a gallop.

"To Seireitei!"

FF/ao3

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somekindofseizure · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, darlings.

“I thought we talked about this,” says the face-that’s-supposed-to-be Scully in the translated symbolic vocabulary of this particular dreamland. It always annoys her when this happens - the face mismatched from the entity - but it’s particularly irritating in Scully’s case because it’s the face she’d most like to see.

“About what?” Stella asks and hears herself murmur it aloud, feels herself stepping one foot into wakefulness. She tries to stay asleep, needs this nap more than anything, more than air, she’s so tired. But there’s a warm feeling up against her back, her thighs, her knees, even her ankles. Either the office Christmas tree has gone on fire and is creeping up to the edge of her cot or…

“Sleeping in the office,” Scully says. “We talked about you not sleeping in the office.”

Stella’s eyelids raise themselves, but only to half mast, and only then with the effort of a thousand sailors’ arms. Her office is still dark but there’s an irritating sunset glow coming from the shared window of the bullpen where a sad, small Christmas tree is strung up in fifties technicolor. It’s a scrawny, pointy thing filled with ornaments people’s wives and husbands and kids wouldn’t miss. Always the sorriest loneliest plant on the lot, a rescue, a stray, and fitting that it is too. Everyone here signed up for this job to save something and rarely gets the chance.

Stella was sure she’d unplugged it before going down for the nap - the last thing she’d want is to be one of those sorry newspaper stories on December 26th. More importantly, she’s sure the heat creeping up her back is not an electrical fire, but rather is something stronger and more enveloping than that, something that would be very expensive to fly overseas on short notice on this night of the year.

Stella smiles and, because of this, knows she isn’t dreaming. She doesn’t smile in her dreams.

“What are you doing here?” she deadpans without turning over. Scully hugs her tighter and Stella realizes she’s wearing nothing but underwear. The building is freezing, a frigid Dark Ages castle-ish old thing and there is nothing here but a flimsy sleeping bag. But she is warm, so warm. And she is reproachful.

“You promised your wife. Don’t you worry she’ll be angry?”

“She’s not usually here to catch me…”

It is very difficult not to turn over, she wants to more than anything any of those kids out there are hoping for.

“And on Christmas Eve no less.”

“I’m not a Christmas person.”

“But I am. And I don’t like the thought of someone I love spending it in a precinct of the Metropolitan Police.”

And the sound of that word, Stella turns. She’s careful not to dislodge Scully’s hold - knows as well as anyone once you’ve found the perfect position in the cot, it’s best not to mess with it. And this position is perfect, was near perfect except that she had not yet laid eyes - ah yes, that is why her subconscious never shows it to her. Impossible to reproduce.

“Sight for sore eyes.”

“They’d be less sore if you slept. And took off your mascara,” Scully says but the reproach is wearing off. She’s gotten a look too and she likes it just as much. She nudges Stella’s lips open with her nose before kissing her to sneak a slip of tongue.

“Where’s Mulder?”

“At a hotel. He’ll join us later. I could have left him home but he’d go sleep in his office too. He almost salivated when I indicated I might leave and give him the chance to be miserable on Christmas.”

“You should have sent him over here instead, we could be miserable together.”

Scully opens her mouth in mock offense, a whispered half-hearted gasp and pulls away just enough to prompt Stella to lock her grip, to take notice, wake up. And so she should. It is not every day she finds someone near-naked in her office cot. She wonders how often she’ll think of this moment in the future, be tempted to touch herself when she absolutely shouldn’t. She moves a hand over the edge of Scully’s thigh, up her hip, her waist - pauses before going any higher - let her want it a little more. Want it like a trip to Disneyland. Want it like a pony.

“I would have put something on,” Scully says, smoldering under Stella’s gaze. She is the only person who smolders when naked. “But you don’t have anything comfortable here.”

“An oversight I’m suddenly delighted by.”

“No pajamas.”

“Mm.”

“An awful lot of silk shirts for someone who insists on sleeping in her office,” Scully jibes as Stella kisses her on the neck, suckles the perfume off her collarbone. It’s the special occasion one, the one she rations because it’s been discontinued. The one Stella tracked down and has wrapped at the flat - she forgot to send it.

Scully’s hands move to the small of her back, untucking her shirt. Her naked foot strokes Stella’s trousered calf. Stella’s lips find her clavicle and something small and smooth and cool cradled within. Like a little pearl in an oyster.

She lifts it with one finger, tilts it this way and that to pick up the shards of rainbow light bouncing off the surfaces of her cold hard facts office. It is the same one she danced with years ago, the one whose integrity she questioned. She takes it at face value now.

“Was that tree on when you came in?”

“No.”

“You plugged it back in.”

“Yes.”

“For ambiance Before you came in and took your clothes off just there.” A neat pile on her desk.

“Yes.”

“In view of the security cameras.”

But she sees even as she says it that the camera which captures the interior of her office has been covered. Sometimes she forgets her wife was an FBI agent.

“Now kiss me, Detective Superintendent.”

“Kiss you or kiss you-kiss you, properly kiss you?”

Her hand slips down the front of Scully’s underwear. Scully’s eyes roll up into her head, chin tilts to the North Pole as Stella finds her. Melting like honey into tea.

“The latter, I gather.”

She leans over Scully’s body in her wool-blends and buttons, her work-boot socks scrunched at her ankle and damp beneath her toes. This is not how you catch a killer. This is not how you keep your head in the game or a monster on his toes. This is not how you make every day count. But it is how you make love to your wife when she’s snuck half naked into your bed… cot…

“Have you been naughty or nice?” she asks, because why not.

Scully scruffs her by the neck so that they are ear to ear, working elbow propped up between them like a door hinge. Only Scully could take so long to answer such a stock question as this. She takes Christmas that seriously.

“Nice,” Scully says and there’s an unexpected twinge of earnestness to it. Hopefulness. Fear. Stella pulls back to look at her. Eyes wide, thighs clamped tight around Stella’s. They’re swooning together, sweating together, Stella is swimming in her, could not be closer and yet she knows what Scully’s about to ask. What she’ll really be asking. “And you? Nice?”

They have not really hammered out this end of the agreement and this doesn’t seem like the time or place to do it but there is one thing she can say that is honest and true. She lowers her mouth back to Scully’s ear and strengthens the pulse of her hand. She’s not even particularly pleased to be admitting this but she knows she will be pleased when it makes Scully wetter. Which it will.

“I care to be naughty for absolutely nobody but you these days. You wretched beautiful thing.”

The cot creaks and bends and shifts. Scully comes quietly out of respect for their surroundings, for the folders she knows contain dead and doomed on Stella’s desk. Breathes quietly, as grateful and fragrant and fulgent as that tree.

“Merry Christmas, Stel.”

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

The sentiment sinks in. The lights and the tree and the woman in her arms with the cross around her neck. A thousand movies she hates and songs she detests and yet, Stella’s eyes well. If Scully lifts her face and catches her shedding a tear, she’ll blame it on a Douglas Fir allergy. But it won’t come to that. She never makes Stella lie. She begins to shift into the bowels of the sleeping bag, cot groaning and sighing. Stella’s toes curl in her horrible socks.

“Stella… have you ever let anybody go down on you in this office?”

Stella hesitates, worried her answer will deter the pair of hands working the buttons of her blouse, the mouth working its way down the eaves of her ribs, the bare cinnamon flecked shoulders slithering down the front of her body.

“Well, have you?”

Breasts at her knees. A lie might be suitable but -

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

Tongue in her belly button, eyes glancing sharply in her direction, fingers on the waistband edges of her trousers, the entirety of her Christmas list this and every year.

“No, I wouldn’t. But I bet never on Christmas Eve. Lift your hips for me.”

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zalk909192 · 5 years ago

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Animal Sanctuary

AfuHiru Month - 22.08.19 Day Five_ Animal Sanctuary Rating_ Very light, very softies. What’s in here?_ another first contact between the blondies of my heart, reptiles and rodents, obnoxious friend Ao3 here, folks (Prompt List) by Nene~

He has never loved animals.

Animals were all his life until that point.

He was scared of them, cats were too subtle, dogs too loud and messy.

He loved every kind of animal. Each one was different and they deserved food, a warm or cold place to live, a lot of petting and a bunch of love.

Animals didn't like him, anyway. They've avoided him for all of his life.

Animals loved him. Since he had memories to remember, they felt the love and looked for him.

That's why he had no animals in his life.

That's why he had an animal sanctuary.

Hiruma had no love for animals. It's not like he hated them, he didn't have any interest in them. They were like aliens, he didn't understand them and he preferred to be far away from them for both of the parts' sake. Dogs were too loud, too messy and too consistent, and attention-seeking. Cats were too subtle, too independent, too cold. And he was a little bit uncomfortable with cats. Birds and rodents... and if he was a little afraid of feathers, lovely furry little friends were afraid of him. So both of them were a nope. Anyway, his life was full enough even without a pet by his side. He had just got his bachelor and was looking for an apartment in the city, tired of the common ground of the campus. But not even to say, prices were out of his league. He was looking for a room, then, and he found some nice accommodations; the first was with no windows and near the airport and the railway, the second had mold everywhere and the third... the third was totally fine for its price, the only problem was the flatmate. Her name was Anezaki Mamori, she was the owner of the place and her passion was cooking. This means he had a very little space fo his things in the kitchen and that the kitchen could have been full of noise even in the night, but Hiruma couldn't care less. The room was big, nice, clean, and with a private bathroom. Perfect. The second passion of Mamori was being obnoxious, but he found out this detail later. After a while, they clicked with each other and eventually, they became friends. At least, they spent a lot of time arguing over nothing important just for fun. Animals were one of their favorite topics. She insisted so bad about Hiruma and his indifference because she believed he just didn't have found the right species for him yet. Hiruma always laughed at her thesis until one day she looked in his eyes and "We are taking a pet with us." And Hiruma was "Not a chance." "The house is mine." "I pay my rent!" "You can choose." "That's like I'm taking a pet. No." "Come." "Where?" "To the Sanctuary." "To what?" "The Animal Sanctuary. Shut up and come. And take the coat! There are 8 degrees in the street, you can't go out with just a shirt!" And rolling his eyes, Hiruma went with her. And his coat. Even if a coat was unnecessary because he was always hot like Hell.

Hiruma was expecting a cottage, a chalet, a zoo, a church maybe, but- He wasn't expecting another apartment, sixth floor of a normal residential building. When they arrived he looked at Mamori and she shrugged her shoulders. "You'll be surprised by the number of abandoned animals we have right here in this city." No other words, she rang the bell. After a second they heard a voice screaming "I'm feeding the baby ferrets, one second!" Hiruma looked at Mamori and he saw a smile he didn't like so much. He felt like he was trapped. And he was ready to left and went home when the door opened and he saw a man standing in front of them. "Oh. Mamori, how could I have forgotten your visit." "Nah, I've nothing for you. But I have a friend and he is going to take home one of your needy friends~" "Mamo- no- absolutely, I'm not here to adopt, I'm sorry, but animals hate me an-" "Animals can't hate." The tone of voice was candid but dangerous. "Well, they avoid me very often and I don't have... interest. Mamori made up this thing but-" Afuro shook his head with a kind smile. "Don't worry, you've come this far. Come in, both of you... even if I've told you to bring only conscious people!" And he looked at Mamori harshly. Hiruma thought his eyes were powerful and scary at the same time. And they were red. A strange color. He entered the room and he finally was able to take off his coat with a sigh of relieved, and quickly to follow the flow and hanging it over a hook near the door like Mamori did right before him. Then he turned around and he was completely astonished by the vision. The entrance of the house was full of shelves and every shelf was full of cages with every possible kind of rodents you could think of and possibly more. "Oh." He has never seen anything like that. But like always, the rodents in the room started to squeak a bit and Afuro instantly noticed it. Not a single of his little friends were looking at the new human. Strange enough to make him frown; they were always happy to see new faces. It was sad. It wasn't hate. It was fear. "Let's have some tea, shall we?" And he pushed the new guy in the next room, followed by a chuckling Mamori. There were few cages, but isolated one to the other and covered with dark drapes. Hiruma was strangely uncomfortable by the exact moment he was in. "What-" "Nocturnal. Almost birds of prey, you know. They are waiting for another Sanctuary to be accepted, they are here just for a stall, I don't have the space to treat them well enough." He seemed really sorry about that and Hiruma didn't pry more. But that room wasn't the final destination. The door after was the final one. A nice kitchen, with three chairs and a round table in a corner by a big window. It was cozy, warm, and... "That's a-" "A fox. She is good, don't worry. Her name is Pollon. She is a softie by heart." "I've never seen a fox. Live." "Go ahead, then." Hiruma was surprised again, when could you see a fox in such a random moment of your life? He approached her gently and Pollon smelled him for a moment. Like some serious shit was going on. Then, she simply retreats. Fast. Hiruma was a bit hurt by avoidance, but he accepted it. He knew it. Afuro was freaking out inside. He looked at Pollon, she was already following Mamori, who was in charge of the tea like always, hoping for a snack. Oh, poor- wait. What was his name? "I'm Afuro Terumi, owner of this Sanctuary. Yes, I rescue animals for a living. Take a seat, the maid will be here soon with the tea." He said out loud and the hissing of Mamori was perfectly audible from where they were. Hiruma laughed and sat, looking at the fox. What a pity. "I'm Hiruma Yoichi. Friend and flatmate of the maid." "I can hear you." Afuro smiled, looking at him like he wanted to know his deepest secret. "Happy to finally meet you, then. Mamori says you are a pain, but a funny one." "I hope so or I should ask myself why she hadn't evicted me yet." Afuro was... nice. He left the impression of a confident person, gracefull, even dangerous but with a golden heart. Hiruma liked him like a bee could like a colorful flower. Or like a mosquito could like the blue light of the death. Afuro asked him about animals. He asked about his attitude towards them and with some unmotivated shame, he apologized for his fox behavior. Hiruma laughed. It was fine, nothing new. If animals couldn't hate, they couldn't offend too. But Afuro was offended by the universe. How could a man scare animals so much? And how dare his animals to fear such a nice young man? He was nice, gentle. Yeah, ok, he had sharp teeth, pointy ears, but he had met scarier people who were loved at 100% by his fox. He was the exception he didn't want to know about. The maid and their teas arrived and the talk about life in general for a while. Then, Hiruma asked about his animals. Only rodents, a fox and some occasional stalls? He was ironic, Hiruma was thinking that much was more than enough but Afuro's eyes widened in surprise. "Of course no! Mamori... do you tell him about the reptiles? You know I don't want to have people who don't know..." "Ops. I forgot." Hiruma was looking at them. He wasn't scared of reptiles in general. He hadn't seen one in his life. "Yes, I rescue rodents and reptiles." "Can I meet them or...?" Afuro looked at him. He hesitated. After the weird reaction of the others... but he used the word "meet" and not the word "see". He liked that. A lot. "Yes, of course. Follow me." Afuro returned in the rodent's room and opened a door leading to... it was amazing. Snakes. Even some salamanders, iguanas, chameleons, frogs, but- Snakes. Hiruma walked through the door and his mouth fell open. Afuro had a nice smile on his face, while he was going straight to the nearest glass-case and starting to explain something Hiruma didn't hear at all. There was something strange going on. Like he was looking at them, they were looking back. At least thirty pairs of eyes were following every move he did. With their nose pressed on the glass, their eyes wide opened like they were really interested. Afuro noticed it after some seconds and his mouth fell open as well. "They- they've never reacted like this." Hiruma took a few steps until the first glass cage. Mamori had a strange smile on her face when he lowered his face to look in the eyes of the snake. He was a ball python, a pretty common one. They glared at each other like they were having a conversation, then the python gently booped the glass with his head. Hiruma smiled. Mamori went straight to the point. "I told you. You hadn't met the right one yet." Afuro was already next to Hiruma, watching by himself at what was happening. "You hypnotize them?" He was speculating, with a soft voice. "She is Narnia. She likes to abscond under the fridge." "And what about that?" Hiruma was looking a bit higher, now. "He is a Cobra named Zen. He sleeps most of the time and he is an aggressive son of a- mh... Not with you, it's miracle." He whispered the last part because that situation was too abnormal: Zen wasn't in combat mode, he was almost waving at the finger Hiruma put on the glass. Insane. Afuro did it once to see the reaction and he didn't even want to remember it. Talking about his snakes, he described them to Hiruma until he stopped by the glass of a black python. It was the newest, found in a box not far from there five days before like it was a kitten. "And about...?" "He doesn't have a name. He's a Coulbert constrictor, I think. I can't say if he is young or aged, it's only thirty centimeters, but some of his kind only reach the fifty centimeters." Afuro shrugged, looking at Hiruma furtively, by little glances. His expression was pure gold. He felt a bit for it. "If you want you can hold it." For the first time, since Hiruma stepped into the room, he looked at Afuro instead of a snake. "Can I?" But Afuro was already on a chair, removing the little one, who immediately strangled his wrist. "Being a constrictor he is going to strangle you. Don't make it go to your throat. He can't kill be it can be annoying, ok?" Hiruma was already staring at the constrictor and he just accosted the hand to the snake, but at last... it wasn't necessary. The black one was ready. When that hand was near enough, he crawled with a little hiss around the palm and then the wrist of Hiruma, who chuckled a little. "It's cold." The snake, by the way, seemed to have found his paradise. And Afuro could see why. He accidentally touched Hiruma's skin and he was hot. Really hot. Like ha had a fever, but he was fine all the time, so... The constrictor rolled up against his arm and Hiruma dared to boop his head. He was a little confused, maybe, the fact is he saw the shirt of Hiruma and he decided to run away, right through the gap between the buttons. Hiruma laughed, letting him do whatever he wanted e Afuro, once again, was surprised by the confidence the snake had with that guy. And vice-versa. "Maybe because you are so hot?" Another guessing, just some words he didn't think he was saying out loud. Hiruma looked at him and started laughing. "What kind of hot?" Afuro blushed a little. Maybe every kind of hot. "I mean, your temperatures." He touched the forehead of Hiruma like he wanted to see if he had a fever. "At least 37 degrees. Maybe 38. Of course, he loves you. You are hot." "Only this kind of hot? It's a shame." But he was distracted by the snake, he was on his back, crawling up straight to the shirt collar and Hiruma turned his head to face him with a smile. What a stupid and vacant look he had, he was funny. Hiruma, with firm hands, took the little guy and it crawled to strangle his wrist lying his head on his palm. He hissed quietly. But he was put again in his glass cage and the two guys talked a lot about snakes, about their habit in captivity and in the wild, about what every one of them liked to eat. Hiruma listened to Afuro, at some point, caressing a boa named Bliny. She was long around three meters and her weight was at least thirty kilograms. Afuro told him the previous owner was forced to gave her away when he had to return to his hometown, in Russia. Bliny is, of course, the name of some traditional crumpets. Hiruma started with Bliny on his shoulder until she crawled all around his body, trying to undress him for being in contact with his skin. Hiruma struggled a bit, then he nervously accepted and took off his shirt. Afuro, inside, had a bit of a heart attack, because the vision was almost erotic. The dark greyish scales of Bliny on the white skin of Hiruma were hypnotizing. He liked it. Hiruma was thin but strong. He had Bliny on his shoulder for almost an hour and he was still standing like it was nothing. Afuro could feel the warm Hiruma was emanating, staying next to him. Then, Hiruma gently moved Bliny to her glass box, and back to the door, he dared to ask. "Can I touch Zen?" Afuro glace at him. "He is a fucker. And he is venomous." "He seems adorable." "I don't want a corpse." They changed the subject of the conversation and Afuro was so relaxed he forgot about Mamori. And by the way, Mamori had left them alone ages before, going to read a book in the kitchen. Nobody cared enough to notice and Mamori was ok with that. Hiruma was taking home a little friend, she knew it. She was happy to stick around for a while. Pollon was on her lap to keep her company. What else could she ask? But eventually, Afuro noticed her absence and leaving Hiruma alone, he did go to find her, like the nice host he was. After some words, he returned to the reptiles and he held back a cry. Hiruma was the most inconsiderate person on the planet. He had Zen in his hands, out of the case, he was talking to him with a calm voice and Afuro thought, and not for the first time that day, that he would love to have sex with Hiruma. But- "Put him down, please." Soft voice, but both Hiruma and Zen looked at him. And Zen wasn't happy to see him, because he hissed and his hood popped out in a matter of seconds. Hiruma was so surprised he whispered an "oh" and Zen turn toward his face with another hiss. Hiruma smiled and... Afuro was done. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT." Because Zen was snuggling against Hiruma's neck like a dam cat. "I don't know!" And Hiruma, caressing him like he really was a kitten, put him back in his little glass house, safe and sound. When the risk was off again, Afuro frowned and went to Hiruma looking pretty angry. "God, I don't know if you are lucky or talented, but I know you are an imbecile! What the heck did you think?" "Nothing happened, right?" "That's not the point!" "Yeah, well, I just wanted to see if- ok, your snakes, you know them. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it." ...but he was clear he wasn't sorry at all, with that obnoxious grin on his face. Afuro sighed, be he wasn't so angry about it. Hiruma was thrilling. He was probably a natural. "Since you like them so much, you should come again to help with the feeding." "Oh yes, please." The instant reply was pleasant. But it was just for the snakes or...? "I mean, I don't want to bother you." "Not at all, I like your presence here. And they like it too, can't you see?" Afuro was smiling at him and Hiruma suddenly reminded himself he was half-naked. He reached for his shirt and put it on. "We should exchange our numbers" he suggested with a cunning smile. "It seems like a good idea." ...maybe it wasn't just for the snake. The smiled at each other and just in time, Mamori was at the door, yawning. "I'm going. Afuro, this is your free evening, right?" "Yes, well, Suzuno and Nagumo should be here in less than an hour. Why do you-" "Then you should come to our house, Mamori made a pretty decent lemon cake." Mamori muttered and frowned because her lemon cake was perfect, not only decent, but Afuro was happy just looking at the snake whisperer. "Why not, then?" They ignored Mamori and went out of the house even before her, laughing when she complained about the fact that she didn't exist for them. But inside, Mamori was happy. At last, Hiruma took home a needy one, right?

#afuhirumonth2019 #afuhiru #Afuro Terumi #Hiruma Yoichi #afuro x hiruma #afuro terumi / hiruma yoichi #anezaki mamori #eyeshield 21 #Inazuma Eleven #animals #snakes #the snakes whisperer

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sassylavellen · 6 years ago

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“Extremely detailed character sheet template”

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Character Chart

Character’s full name: Evelyn Lavellan (Rutherford) Reason or meaning of name: “desired” Character’s nickname: Evie (common), Ev (Holli, Moira), “Sassy” (Varric) Reason for nickname: Shortened from Evelyn, Varric’s nickname based on her personality. Birth date: 3rd of Guardian (February 3rd)

Physical appearance

Age: (at the time of Inquisition) 27 How old does he/she appear: 22 Weight: 125 lbs (most of it muscle, she’ll have you know) Height: 6ft 2in (188 cm) Body build: tall and slinder Shape of face: pointed Eye color: hazel Glasses or contacts: none Skin tone: pale, but heavily freckled. Distinguishing marks: scar on her forehead above her left eye, vallaslin on her face. Predominant features: large eyes, large ears, and long nose Hair color: Auburn Type of hair: wavy Hairstyle: Various, starts with her hair long and wild, then large messy bun, then gets it cut to shoulder-length, then in ponytail when it starts growing back out, then finally braided up. Voice: loud, thick Starkhaven accent Overall attractiveness: Again, somewhat objective but I’d say Evelyn is a 8.5/10. I mean... those muscles tho Physical disabilities: none Usual fashion of dress: whatever. She’s not known for having consistant or relevant fashions. Favorite outfit: a sleeveless top and leather trousers Jewelry or accessories: Not normally.

Personality

Good personality traits: Caring, determined, selfless Bad personality traits: impatient, can be aggressive if pushed. Mood character is most often in: "what is my life” Sense of humor: a VERY sharp sense of humor, she is famous for her wit Character’s greatest joy in life: her friends Character’s greatest fear: heights Why?: It makes her legs hurt. Also she’s fallen off cliffs a few times. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? I mean, the conclave exploding changed her life forever. Character is most at ease when: After a mission, relaxing and recovering from an adventure. Most ill at ease when: when put in situations where she has to be completely serious Enraged when: Facing discrimination Depressed or sad when: Thinking of her friends who didn’t live through the events of Inquisition. Priorities: Saving the world. No big deal. Life philosophy: Life’s too short not to enjoy it along the way. If granted one wish, it would be: To have a re-do on her childhood. Why? She had a rough relationship with her father, and even though she doesn’t regret running away from her clan, she does feel guilty that she wasn’t a better daughter. Character’s soft spot: whisky Is this soft spot obvious to others? Not usually. Greatest strength: physical strength Greatest vulnerability or weakness: subtlety Biggest regret: Lots of little things. Minor regret: Living in Kirkwall that one time Biggest accomplishment: Defeating Corypheus Minor accomplishment: Saving the Trevelyan siblings and their family name. (that’s in my fic I’m writing) Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: She messed up a pretty important job once when she was working as a merc in Kirkwall. Why? She messed up pretty royally. Character’s darkest secret: She may be an elf, but there is a part of her deep down that hates being an elf. Does anyone else know? It was more obvious in her youth.

Goals

Drives and motivations: To fix the world. Immediate goals: Probably to go to bed. She hasn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in ages. Long term goals: She doesn’t know anymore, she doesn’t plan that far ahead. How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Again, not much of a planner. How other characters will be affected: She would do her best to make sure other people are affected in the best ways.

Past

Hometown: In a forest in Starkhaven Type of childhood: Very rough, she had a very rocky relationship with her father. Pets: None First memory: building mud castles with another child in her clan. Most important childhood memory: Teaching Moira to walk Why: Her sister is the most important person to her Childhood hero: There was a human named Fredrick Glenn that rescued her from dwarven slavers when she was seven years old. Dream job: A warrior defending her clan (a dream she herself later hated) Education: Mainly self-taught Religion: She was mostly non-religious growing up Finances: Always one coin away from starving

Present

Current location: Skyhold Currently living with: Her husband Cullen Pets: Cullen’s mabari named Thane Religion: Andrastian Occupation: Full Time Mother Finances: Rich

Family

Mother: Neera Relationship with her: Decently close Father: Revan’nain Relationship with him: Extremely rough Siblings: Ezra and Moira Relationship with them: Strained with Ezra, close with Moira Spouse: Cullen Rutherford Relationship with him/her: In many respects, they are the opposites of one another, but they are somehow perfect for one another. Children: Cullen Jr and Holli Relationship with them: She’s the cool mom Other important family members: By the end of Inquisition, she only had Moira left. Moira married Stephen Trevelyan and they had four children, and Evelyn is also the cool aunt.

Favorites

Color: Purple Least favorite color: orange Music: anything upbeat Food: apples Literature: She’s not much of a reader. She more or else had to teach herself to read and it was very difficult for her. Form of entertainment: anything humor related Expressions: “It wasn’t me. Okay, yeah it was me but... I didn’t mean it” Mode of transportation: horseback riding Most prized possession: Her sword, Cullen’s coin

Habits

Hobbies: Making others laugh Plays a musical instrument? Violin and lute Plays a sport? Is fencing a sport? How he/she would spend a rainy day: Doin’ whatever she wants. It’s just rain. Spending habits: Once she became Inquisitor and had money to spend, she started shopping a little frivolously Smokes: No Drinks: Casually. Other drugs: none What does he/she do too much of? tell the same jokes because she still thinks they’re funny. What does he/she do too little of? sleep Extremely skilled at: Swordplay Extremely unskilled at: writing Nervous tics: her ears twitch and she clears her throat often when uneasy. Usual body posture: She is very muscular and isn’t afraid to stand in such a way to make you notice. Mannerisms: She isn’t super expressive with her movements but she has a very expressive face. Peculiarities: Scratching her leg

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? She’s a little cynical. Introvert or extrovert? extrovert Daredevil or cautious? A little of both Logical or emotional? definitely emotional Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? A little of both Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing Confident or unsure of himself/herself? confident Animal lover? yes

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: She always pushes herself to be better One word the character would use to describe self: Brash One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: I became who I am because I had to make myself who I am. If you can’t laugh at yourself, you can’t laugh at anyone else. What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Her wit What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Her temper What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? She’d be blunt about it... she’d say her ass. What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Her large pointy ears How does the character think others perceive him/her: Before being Inquisitor, she would try to hide her elven features because no one would take her seriously. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Not so much anymore, but she would have loved to have been anything other than an elf.

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: She used to believe the world was out to get her, but as she grew older and became Inquisitor, she started to learn to trust others. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others It depends on who she’s with. Person character most hates: Solas. She takes betrayal VERY seriously. Best friend(s): Lace Harding, Dorian, Stephen, Varric, Sera, Cassandra Love interest(s): Only Cullen Person character goes to for advice: She has several friends she will go to for advice, the more obvious ones being Cullen, Leliana, and Josephine, but she will aslo go to Cassandra, Vivienne, Varric, and (betrayed her) Solas for advice Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Moira Person character feels shy or awkward around: She did have a little bit of hero-worship for The Champion of Kirkwall Person character openly admires: Cullen, Leliana, Cassandra Person character secretly admires: Sera Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Herself After story starts: Moira

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#Dragon Age #My OCs #Evelyn Lavellan

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us2dinosaurplanet · 4 years ago

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The Stay on Dinosaur Planet: Chapter 6-Another Secret Finally Revealed

The others were still silent. Suddenly, Princess Peach saw Fox walking back towards them. Peach: “Hey, everyone! Fox is coming back.”

Everyone around her opened her eyes and were excited to see their friend returning. Slippy: “Fox!” Fox: “Hey, guys, what’s up?” Slippy: “Nothing much!” Falco: “Glad to see you’re in a better mood, Fox.” Fox: “You know it; I feel much better. Now then, how are the girls doing?” Krystal: “Fine, thank you.”

Krystal walked up to Fox. Krystal: “I can see you have come to your senses, little brother.” Fox: “Of, course and I’m glad to see you finally back on your feet.” Krystal: “Well, yes! How about that?” Slippy: “All right, that means we can go home!” Bubbles: “(Groan) Already?” Fox: “Well, maybe we could stay, just for one more night.” Slippy: “Oh, sure!” Misty: “OK, then.” Falco: “Fine by me.”

Just then they heard shouting from the others that they have left back at Cape Claw. Falco: “About time! What took you guys so long?” Prof. Oak: “I must apologize, but you guys took off so suddenly and I had no idea what was happening.” Fox: “No need to apologize, Professor. Everything is under control.” D.W.: “But what happened? I was on my laptop and the next thing I knew, you were all gone.” Falco: “Ah, nothing unusual, we just returned to check on Fox’s sister, that’s all.” D.W.: “Really? I never knew! Wait a minute; I didn’t know you had a sister, Fox!” Fox: “Me, neither. We all didn’t, except for Peppy.” Gary: “Oh, great, just what we need; another annoying fox.” Ribbon: “Gary!” Peach: “There was a bit of an uproar but everything is calm now.” Prof. Oak: “Well, thank the stars.” Bow: “My, my, what an unexpected surprise.” Fox: “Yeah, I know.”

Just then, Peach had a thought. Peach: “Of course, why have I not thought of this sooner?”

She then walked up to the Professor. Peach: “Professor, may I borrow you for a minute?” Prof. Oak: “Well, sure, Peach, but why?” Peach: “Oh…you’ll see.”

Peach and the professor walked up towards Fox.

Before they approached him, Peach tapped on the professor’s metal wristband that he wore around his left wrist. Peach: “Hey, Fox, how are you feeling?” Fox: “Uh, I’m fine, I guess. What’s on you’re mind, Peach?” Peach: “Oh, nothing different now that we figured out that Krystal is your sister, it’s time we focused on more important topics like, oh, dare I say it, your relationship with Misty.” Fox: “What are you talking about? Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute! Are you still saying that me and Misty are in love with each other?” Peach: “That’s exactly right.” Fox: “Princess Peach, how many times do I have to go over it? I am not in love with her! There is no special relationship going on between us! We’re just friends!”

Suddenly, the signal on the professor’s wristband went off. He looked at it, he then became greatly startled. Prof. Oak: “What the…!?! Who turned on my lie detector!?!” Fox: “Lie detector?”

Peach smiled at Fox and gave him a satisfied and smug look on her face. Fox: “But…but that must mean…could this be…?” Peach: “Ah, ha! I knew it! I knew it all along! You’re in love with her!” Fox: “But…Peach…you…you don’t understand…” Peach: “No, Fox, you don’t understand! For as long as I remember, I’ve always convinced you that you have special feeling for Misty, feeling that everyone else can see but you. I always tried to let you know but ever attempt I had failed, even when I gave you lockets made by the Thorntail Storekeeper and paid for by me. You know why?” Fox: “Well…” Peach: “Because you’re stubborn! You have always have shut out your feelings! Well, it’s time you listened to the general and start using your head for once.” Fox: “But Peach…” Peach: “No more buts! I don’t want to hear another word out of you until you use that head of yours! Now stop talking and start thinking.”

Fox stopped himself from saying another word and did what Princess Peach told him to do. Soon enough, he began to realize something. Fox: “No! She’s right. It is true…”

Then Fox ran back to the other side of the hollow. Peach: “Fox, wait!” Slippy: “Hm, so the lie detector was able to work on him?” Peach: “That’s right. By denying his own feelings, he was lying to himself. That’s why the Professor’s lie detector worked on him.” Slippy: “Huh, how about that?” Misty: “So, he finally figured it out.” Peach: “Hm?”

Misty then slowly floated towards a lone ledge. Falco: “So, she was able to figure it out on her own?” Prof. Oak: “Yes, she was.” Falco: “Hm?” Peppy: “And it was time we need to explain to them about everything.” Ribbon: “I agree!” Prof. Oak: “Falco, why don’t you take my grandson and find Fox? Peppy and I will stay here and talk to the princess.” Falco: “OK, Professor, come on, Gary. Let’s go.” Gary: “Hmph! Whatever!”

Falco grabbed Gary and left for the Lightfoot Village, followed by Buttercup and Ribbon.

Fox sat on a ledge connected to the village wall while staring at the locket with Misty’s picture in it. Falco: “Hey, Fox.”

Fox looked over, he saw Falco and Gary coming over, they both sat beside him. Fox: “Are you here to brag?” Falco: “No, that’s Peach’s job. I’m here to talk.”

Falco looked at Gary in a very irritated manner. Falco: “Gary is here to listen!”

Gary folded his arms and groaned a little as he turned away from both Fox and Falco. Buttercup slapped him on the head a bit. Buttercup: “Just keep quiet and do what he says, Oak sprout!”

Falco then looked back towards Fox. Falco: “Look, man, I hate to admit it, but it’s true, you’re in love with the girl.” Fox: “I know that already, Falco, it’s just that…this whole thing is just so complicated. First, there’s the matter of finding out that I have a sister and now this. Peach was right, I am stubborn.” Falco: “Oh, come on, you’re not stubborn. You’re just…um, just…” Fox:” Don’t try to sugar-code it. It’s true. I was such an idiot. I can’t believe this. After all that I have been through with Misty, how did I not see this?” Falco: “Fox, don’t beat yourself up, man. It’s not easy to admit you’re true feeling, especially over a girl. It’s not your fault; it’s mostly Peach’s.” Fox: “Yeah, you’re right. I just wish I could have listened more.”

Ribbon then got right in front of Fox’s face while hanging her head over him as she latched on to the top of his head. Ribbon: “Hello!” Fox: “Whoa!”

Fox nearly fell on his back. Ribbon giggled a little. Ribbon: “Nearly got you, didn’t I?” Fox: “Ribbon! How many times do I have to tell you!?! Don’t do that!” Ribbon: “Sorry, Fox, I couldn’t resist!” Falco: “Very cute!” Fox: “Sure, but there is one thing I don’t understand: why her? Why am I in love with her? I mean, we’re 2 completely different species. Why not someone who’s…someone that’s…the same as me? You know, pointy ears, covered head to toe in fur, a tail! Well��one’ that’s…not like hers in her…princess form. But, seriously! We look very different from each other!” Falco: “Well…I…I can’t…really…explain…”

Ribbon then floated in front of Fox as she spoke to him. Ribbon: “It’s because she was always there for you. This story I heard a hundred times, before you met her, you were upset and nearly lost everyone you have ever cared about. Then she helped to turn it around for you. And you have always tried so hard to repay her kindness. Don’t you see, Fox? You have feelings for her because she has always been doing stuff for you.” Falco: “You helped her out as much as she helped you. You get it?” Fox: “Yeah, yeah I do. I understand it all. Thanks, guys.” Falco: “No problem” Gary: “Great, can we get back now?” Fox: “Sure, let’s go back to Misty and the others.”

Fox threw himself off the ledge as Falco levitate him self and Gary back to the ground. They all returned to Thorntail Hollow.

Meanwhile, Misty, sitting on the lone ledge, also stared at her locket. Prof. Oak and Peppy came and sat with her. Prof. Oak: “So, you did know about it the whole time, didn't you?” Misty: “Yes, Fox may not have seen it, but it was obvious to me.” Peppy: “I’m not surprised. Fox can be stubborn but you always listen.” Misty: “True, but, there’s one thing I don’t understand: why am I in love with him? Why him and not someone who is born on the same planet as me? What is so different about my relationship with humans and my relationship with him?”

They paused for a moment. Peppy: “Well, it doesn’t take people who are as smart as us to answer that question, my dear. For as long as I can remember, before he met you, he once lost a good friend of his that helped to patch up the wounds from the loss of his father. After losing her, those wounds returned and the pain was worse then ever. He then began to lose hope and believed that he would lose the friends that he still had. But then you came in and returned the friends that he had lost.” Prof. Oak: “I have heard this story a hundred times from you and from Fox, when you have returned Pikachu, he has regained all hope and the pain that he had felt for so long dissipated.” Peppy: “And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, you did the impossible. You helped to regain a lot that I thought was gone forever. Fox has tried so hard to repay you for what you have done for him and he did. I watched so many times as he has tried to rescue you from so many dangers that you can’t even break out of yourself.” Bow: “He cares so much about you, dear. You’re his best friend and he would never let anything bad happen to you.” Prof. Oak: “You were there for him in his darkest hours and he was there for you in yours. That’s why you love him. Understand?”

Misty nodded. Fox: “Misty!” Prof. Oak: “Well, here he comes now.” Peppy: “Do you understand what you must do?”

She nodded again and gently floated off the ledge. Blossom helped Peppy and Prof. Oak off.

Fox arrived along with Falco, Gary, Buttercup and Ribbon. Falco joined in with Peppy as Gary did with his grandfather. Ribbon and Lady Bow came together. So did Blossom and Buttercup. Soon enough, Krystal, Slippy, Peach, Rayman, D.W., and Banjo arrived. Slippy joined in with Falco and Peppy. Peach and Rayman did the same with the professor and his grandson. D.W. stood near Ribbon and Lady Bow. Bubbles joined her sisters. Krystal stood along side with Banjo. They watched as Fox and Misty slowly approached each other. Then, little by little, they joined each other’s hands. Fox: “Misty, there’s…something I need to tell you. And I’m so sorry it took me a long time to realize it. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know if…” Misty: “Shhh! It’s OK, Fox. I understand. We have known each other for such a long time, we know a lot about one another and yet, we have so much to learn.” Fox: “I…I can see that, and…that what I’ve been meaning to tell you. Misty, I love you.” Misty: “And I love you, as well, Fox.”

Then they joined each other’s lips and forever sealed they’re fates. It was beautiful. Peppy and Slippy cried. Prof. Oak, Princess Peach and Rayman cried, too, but Gary just smiled. Blossom and Bubbles held each other and cried as Buttercup folded her arms and rolled her eyes while staring at her sisters. Lady Bow pulled out a handkerchief and blew her “nose” before Ribbon rained tears on her like a faucet again. Banjo let it out; ever Falco wasn’t ashamed to admit that the sight was too overwhelming for him to hold his tears back. Krystal especially cried and smiled for her brother. Krystal: “Oh, baby brother, it was just yesterday when our mother still held you in your arms. But, now, you’re all grown up and even when we were separated, you still had someone who care about you.

Krystal sobbed a bit. Krystal: “If only our parents could see this now, they would be so proud of you, as I am.”

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themutantunderground · 7 years ago

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Clarice’s Foster Family Headcanons Pt. 2

-Andrew (16) goes by Drew. He doesn't stay at HQ long after being rescued, but he does check in frequently. He just doesn't want to stay in one place, he likes to wander and be free. He was in a program to train young mutants to work for the government when Clarice, Remy, John and the team broke him out. He hates the idea that they might have been trying to brainwash him and worries about being an unintentional mole, so he stays away.

-No matter how many times the others try to assure him he can't be or Sage tells him the probability is super low, he can't let it go. So he leaves and Clarice hates it because he's YOUNG and shouldn't be on his own. Remy sometimes leaves to check on Drew and make sure he's okay, which Clarice appreciates. His power is camouflaging things, anything at all even though it is temporary, and he has pronounced ridges over his eyes and streaks of yellow in his orange hair.

-Denise and Karl nicknamed David (14) "Grumpy" a long time ago, and it's pretty accurate. He's always been angry and tends to blow up easily or get frustrated or aggravated about little things. He's calmest when he's drawing or building something. He has the ability to briefly animate objects, sort of like a puppeteer, except he also lends them a bit of his mental power, so they can work somewhat independently from him. Of course, they're all fueled by anger most of the time, so he winds up with aggressive lamps, raging scissors, and annoying couches that try to eat people if he's not careful. He's got green striped skin and an extra finger on both hands.

-Both David and Harper (also 14) were at the same mutant child orphanage/holding center when Clarice and John rescued them and a bunch of other kids. Harper has completely cloudy purple swirled eyes, and she is blind. Her parents tried to get her eyes fixed when she was little and the doctor screwed up, blinding her. Her power is wind manipulation! She uses air currents to move around and help her see, which John helps her to train her concentration and improve those abilities since part of his own powers are using his other senses besides sight

-Harper is quiet, kind-hearted, and clever. She has a quick, quippy sense of humor, not as snarky as Clarice, but just as snappy. She often struggles with feeling inadequate but she tries to not be too negative about herself and she actively works on being self-confident.John is always helping to train the kiddos, except David because David refuses to work with him lol.

-12-year-old Jessica, on the other hand, is extremely self confident. She's also super dramatic and loves drama in general. She always exaggerates things and blows them out of proportion and she's quite the chronic liar because she wants to make things more interesting. She's also outgoing and friendly, though not super loyal. Her ability is power augmentation, so she boosts everyone else's powers when she touches them. She gets annoyed that her power isn't "cool" and she hates it when David teases her about being lame. She retaliates by augmenting his power, which makes him angry in turn.

-Jess has iridescent patches on her skin and her eyes are constantly changing colors. She escaped with itty bitty Thea when they were being transported to a holding facility by the SS. She held onto Thea, which boosted Thea's probability factor, so they were "lucky" while the SS were "unlucky" so the girls were able to escape. Since Thea's luck power was constantly turned on high, they were able to find food and shelter whenever they needed it, just by luck. However, the lucky factor also worked against them since anyone looking for them always ran into terribly bad luck when they got close to the girls.

-Jessica is very loving and showers her siblings with affection. She also knows whenever someone is feeling down and does whatever she can to make them smile, which usually involves crazy stories or her acting or goofing off.

-Jessica and David ALWAYS bicker, it drives people crazy... But they do team up sometimes, with disastrous effects.

-Eli is only 4, but he's super curious and always trying to take stuff apart to see how it works. He asks "why" constantly and prefers when people answer and don't sound like they are making things up. He's independent and doesn't want a lot of help, though he'll accept help sometimes from people he loves. He doesn’t talk much to people outside of his family, except John, who he has accepted as family. He is also good at memorizing random information.

-With his gravity manipulation, Eli can makes things float or feel like they weigh a TON. He has golden swirls on his dark brown skin and golden-yellow eyes. He was taken to a holding facility like Harper and David, but Remy waltzed in and stole him back.

-Thea is the youngest out of the group that was at the foster home, and she's three. With black fading to silver hair and little spiraled silver horns that curve backwards, she's never had any hope of fitting in. She's gentle-hearted and compassionate for a three year old, it's very easy to hurt her feelings and she feels intensely for other people. When someone is crying, she'll cry with them, and when they're happy, she's happy for them. She tries to act older than she is and can be a tiny mother hen to the others. She likes going outside and getting dirty. She's super duper shy and hides behind Clarice and Remy and John and her siblings A LOT. She also scares easily, and when she's sad, everyone tends to have bad luck.

-John and Clarice are already working with Thea to get her power under control because having a sad Thea means the coffee maker is on the fritz, people trip a lot, and no one is on time to anything. Her power is probability manipulation, which means Sage’s calculations are often off when Thea is involved.

-The last of their makeshift family is Sofia, a 9-month-old orphan. She was brought in by a group who was on the run after their own HQ was raided and a third of the people were captured of killed. Sofia's parents were killed during the raid, so a couple of teens were looking after her since there was no one else to take care of her. With turquoise skin, white freckles and curly white hair, and big pointy ears, Sofia definitely can't pass for human, not that she knows that yet.

-She is a giggly baby, a babbler, very smiley and happy. She has fantastically expressive looks that she gives people. She trusts basically everyone but has definite favorites, Clarice and John being her top picks. She also has a very low level healing power that kicks into gear anytime someone with an injury of any kind holds her.

-Clarice is the first one to realize that Sofia has a healing factor, and she only tells John and Remy. They make a pact to not tell anyone else because mutants with healing powers alllllways go missing, Sentinel Services is rabid about tracking them down.

Thanks @bisexualblink for helping me with these headcanons!

#thunderblink #clarice fong #john proudstar #foster family au

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mcrmadness · 6 years ago

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Rant about how I can’t draw anymore... it shouldn’t have got this long but as it did anyway, I’m gonna put a read more link there eh...

Asdfdeghawbfk I’ve been reading some webcomics on Tumblr and the more I see the pics the more I want to draw too! I just don’t know what to draw. I lost my inspiration years ago. I guess I just became this boring adult or something. Not really as I’m still very child-like by my mind but I think all my energy and imagination is rented by my mental illness as it loves to make up weird scenarios and false alarms 24/7 so there’s none left for my own use...

So far only things I can came up with is drawings related to my mental stuff and it makes me angry because it’s just lots of text along with badly drawn pictures of nothing interesting. I already write way too much of my nonsense no one is interested in and it’s spreading to my art too.

It’s sad because drawing had been my hobby since I could handle a pen. I guess it ended few years ago when I used to do lots of portraits. Just fanart basically but those were never good enough. For me as I’m a huge perfectionist. I was good at the mechanics but not so good at making them look original. I think the major breakdown was when my friend told me that she doesn’t understand people who draw portraits because it’s just basically a copy of a photo and is lacking the soul or story of the drawing itself. She got the point and I was and still am not angry at her, but it made me realize that they were just not-even-perfect copies of photos.

I also was bullied at school and made feel like I was worth nothing and everyone just hated (on) me and I felt pretty shit and I was lonely as hell (I had no friends at school for almst 2 years in straight), I drew a lot and that was my way of getting the attention and approval I couldn’t get. And it was never enough. I did not draw because it was fun but because I wanted it finished, uploaded to Deviantart and to see if I could get comments and I was ALWAYS disappointed and felt like the world is against me and it’s my destiny that no one will ever see me no matter what I do. I was grateful for everyone leaving a like or comment but it was not enough... so maybe they lacked the soul because y only intention with them was to get attention. So I slowly stopped drawing.

I also can’t draw anything just like that. I’m terrible and it also made me even more depressed and angry because everytime I tried drawing something that was no copying, they turned out 57825792 times worse. And I just felt like I actually couldn’t even draw shit so I was just lying to myself, I was pretending to be good at drawing when in reality I sucked so bad and just was faking for myself because I knew how to mechanically draw, but not how to draw with just my mind as the reference pic. I don’t know if they looked so horrible for everyone or just for me, but it made me so damn angry. And I’m not an angry person but when I tried to draw it just made me so stressed out and I wanted to break everything and throw stuff out of the window so I stopped.

AND YET I still feel the urge to draw but I don’t know WHAT to draw. Okay since the first Deadpool movie I’ve been wanting to draw this once scene from it but I’ve never started because it’s too much work to go and find that scene on the bluray and actually get that paused so you can see the lines well enough. So I’ve been thinking about that scene for over 2 years and have done nothing. Also it would just be one stupid-ass piece of fanart portrait which lack the soul and it’d be just for me to do something DP related for couple of hours as that’s probably only way to do something lasting that long. Unless I watch the movie or play the game 24/7 but... maybe not :DD (Also still can’t beat the last boss in the game because they really did not think about players using keyboard so it’s pissing me off too. I really want to know how the damn game ends!)

I also love comics and I started drawing comics when I was 9-10 years old. Or first I started with just series of pictures. Acually have to tell this one here: always the same story tho about a dino riding another dino like a horse in a competition, and then falling over this water hurdle that was deeper than swim pools what the fuck - and it ended with him watching the competition from tv with his family and he was in a wheel chair with an overall plaster cats what was wrong with me??? But I also did draw on coloring books, once I draw with a red crayon on some sort of swan, I drew wounds and blood everywhere and kept telling a story of how lion had attacked it and my aunt was there listening to me horrified :DDD I also remember how I once drew a cat family that apparently turned out to be so dangerous they had chains and all and eventually I ended up drawing lines over the whole paper because they were also behind a ighly securited fence. Okay, I know this sounds pretty creepy, but actually I’ve always liked animals over people so I have no clue why I drew things like these when in the end I could never hurt animals. Maybe Jurassic Park and other movies, as well as documents about animals, had something to do with this? Who knows...

(I also have traumas for the movie “Homeward Bound”, the scene where the cat’s in the basket in the middle of the river and the dog is trying to rescue it. I was very young at the time when my mom caught me in front of that movie crying like a... baby? because of that cat. I haven’t been able to watch that film ever again. So that probably tells you how much I love animals and especially cats as I’ve always lived with cats and we had three when I was born. But I did adopt this to my plays as a kid, I loved so much to play when someone or even better if it was a GROUP OF KIDS that were in a huge danger and they needed to be rescued. I did this with every single play I played back then. Still love it when x rescues y but nowadays more like on an emotional level as I was always alone against the people hating me and I could only dream about someone standing for me.)

BUT TO THE COMICS. At first they were just stream of consciousness without any plot, I created new characters all the time and never finished their stories as they had no plot ever. Also loved drawing “biographies”, usually it was some female anthropomorphic animal or insect that used clothes and had hair because I loved drawing different styles, make up and hair/hairdos to them. And often it started with couple of panels telling about her story from the beginning, then jumped to some age and next thing was panel per age at the same time telling about her in tht age. The idea was just to draw lots or hair and clothes, and then it ended with some age I considered “adult enough” and then their teenage/adult life started with boyfriends and stuff. Usually it was pretty much an ugly duckling kind of story where they were different and maybe bullied because of something (this one bunny had floppy ears so they did everything to get them pointy because she was bullied I guess? At least she hated her ears. Btw this was my first real comic ever!). But you can see why I still love playin The Sims games! :D

After these endless stories about nothing particular I came up with the idea of actually writing a plot and then drawing. Ended up with plenty of short comics that actually had a plot and some idea in them. The characters did change tho and I probably had couple of stories of each different characters. They were also always animals but no more antropomorphic but just animals that had speech bubbles.

My last comics ever (so far) have been two originals and one that I drew as a fanart. The two originals were called Micro - The Insane Murdered, and Little Emo Bird.

Micro was this dino-like creature, yet another anthropomorphic character because I did not know how to draw people without copying anyone’s style and I just never came up with humans as characters. So the header tells it, Micro is a murderer. This one I actually liked a lot! I was 15-17 when I drew him, but it was also much gore as, well, he’s a murderer. Or just a killer as he’s pretty much insane and doesn’t plan but just acts out of blue. I think I drew 3 different short stories for him and I had the last one written down. It was pretty interesting as I didn’t draw him for a while and when I remembered those plans and came back, I had had my identity crisis and EVERYTHING had changed. Original plan was to get him a girlfriend - after he was caught for his crimes and snet to prison,m he later was sent to an asylum for prisoners. This story should have taken place in there, introducing fellow inmates and Micro just felt like he was not in the right place as he was not ill. And then he would have met this girl and they’d have fallen in love and so on. But when I later checked that out I was so... confused :D Like, this is not me? This is what I hate now? Romance, ew, heteronormativity, ew, JUST THE CLICHÉS, BIG EW. So I just wrote these this very deep wall of text about his personality but it never turned into a comic. But I remember how proud I was about it as Micro was meant to be partly me but also something I could never be and never will be and what not, just some pretty cheesy blabber that felt good back then but right now would feel just as stupid as the first plan :D

The second one, Little Emo Bird, was an interesting one as well. I created it as a joke because I was a huge My Chemical Romance fan and there was this never-ending debate over if they’re emo or not (and as a fan I believed them so they were not emo) and created LEB. It was this bird and you usually saw just his head and occassionally wings too and he was very stereotypical emo with black hair and he was very suicidal and angry 24/7. Also others called him gay when he insisted that he was not. But actually I always imagined him with a girl emo bird instead of another boy bird but it was just the another stereotype that emoboys are gays. So it was not meant to be mean but just fun. I also liked him very much because he talked with me - the drawer/writer. Like he knew he can’t kill himself because I won’t let him and it pissed him off very. much. And he hated how the panels he was in had frames looking like scars. Oh my bad, the panels were not scars but the arrows pointing the next panel :D I’m not sure if he was actually suicidal but at least he acted like one because he was desperate for attention and tried to get attention to show no one gives a fuck about him and the would get angry for stupid reasons. So basically just a very moody teenager.

I have all these on my DeviantArt if someone’s interested, but I want to link here one of the... memes? What the shit these DA fill-this-thing were actually called memes? I wonder if they still are o.O Anyway, I want to link this one because I think it’s still the best one and I really like the outcome here :D

Here’s also the link to my dA as this empty meme was done by someone else and I wanna give credits. Oops, apparently it’s a deactivated account so nevermind, but here’s the link anyway.

The latter and so far the latest comic was about Die Ärzte, or more about the slash pairing (still my OTP) and I drew couple of comics about them, as well did write fanfiction too. These comics were my first to have human characters as I was tired of drawing everyone always in the form of animals (horses usually) just because I didn’t know how to draw people, and many people found their animal forms really disturbing to view so I changed to people.

After those I just haven’t drawn anything really. Comics would be nice, once I actually thought it would be interesting as a career but then again, I can’t work under pressure and I couldn’t live from art because you never know when the artblock hits you. Right now it’s been on for couple of years and basically only way to create something atm is to play The Sims 3 and write my TS3 blog. At least it’s something, pics with text so... I still would love to draw but I just have NO IDEA of any concept or anything.

Also just want to say here that after thinking about my Micro and LEB it’s weird how there’s certain things that actually are just the things that made me start liking Deadpool. (I’d have written ‘fall in love’ but as much as he is a fictional character, he’s still a human being and I don’t/can’t love humans...) It just shows that I’ve always like that kind of things with comics but didn’t know they existed outside of my comics until I found out about DP. Have to admit tho, that I haven’t read any DP comics... But I have an excuse: I don’t know if there’s a way to get those in Finland. ANYWAY, I just feel like someone would think these were affected by DP but actually they were not. Micro and LEB both were created in 2008 and I did not find out about Deadpool until in... 2013-2014 I think? And even then it was just occassional browsing in the internet before the movie trailers came out and that’s when I really got interested and started reading about him a lot and bought the game and here I am now. Acually not sure if it was in 2013 when we were just rewatching the X-Men movies and a friend of mine probably mentioned Deadpool at some point and told some things about him that got my attention. But really I got interested bit later anyway.

I really feel like I should do some sort of comparison between me drawing from photos vs. me drawing from my head to show how huge the difference is. And this annoys me a lot because I feel like I’ve been using these photos to LEARN to draw better but it just feels like my skills are at the maximum no matter how much I’d practice, and I’m not happy with the result as I feel like I should learn even more but how do you learn if your skill is stuck??? People always say that you just need to draw every day and a lot and they don’t understand that’s what I did and never could cross a certain point. I probably was also very jealous at my siblings because they were 5732850 times better than me who had been drawing longer than them (as I’m 3½ years older), just seeing them to improve made me so angry because I did not seem to improve at all. With copy drawings I did tho! But not with the ones I wanted to.

Now, I also know that lots of artists use lots of reference photos and that’s actually great and made me feel better as I always assumed everyone is naturally that awesome and I can’t even learn more; so it made me feel better because I also have permission? I’m not fake for using photos? But I’m just this... all or nothing so I very easily feel like I’ve betrayed myself if I don’t draw all by myself and then I need to point out that hey I’m not this good in reality I used a photo heh don’t think I’m a naturally gifted as I’M NOT asddd. So yeah, my need to constantly explain myself is on the way with this one too :))) But I don’t think this would be so bad anymore if I now started drawing again, but the biggest problem still is, that I still have that artblock and I haven’t had inspirations in years. Apart from that DP fanart idea which I don’t know if I should carry out or not... sigh.

...I want teh comics!!! I once even wanted to start this webcomic diary because I used to read lots of them but even that idea was dead from the beginning because my life is so boring there’s nothing to draw about. I also have drawn couple of comics of our cats but again it’s the thing I can’t (or I make myself believe that I can’t...) draw the way it’d look nice and appealing, now they’re just black and white mess.

#me #personal #drawing #artblock #all my inspiration died out and idk why asdddddd

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