#their organs a mixture of animal and their own human ones

[puppetmaster13u]

I just got a maybe fun AU idea from sleep deprivation.

Mascot-esque creachur Batman. (Akin to Indigo Park or Fnaf or Tealerland, Poppy Playtime, etc)

Gotham already has a lot of experiments and fucked up shit happening, why not have a possessed meaty metal bat creature and his lil robins? (No clue if I'm explaining the idea well lol)

[reasonsforhope]

"When Francois Beyers first pitched the concept of 3D ocean farming to the Welsh regulators, he had to sketch it on napkins. 

Today the seafood farm is much more than a drawing, but if you walked along the Welsh coastal path near St David’s, all you’d see is a line of buoys. As Beyers puts it: “It’s what’s below that’s important.”

Thick tussles of lustrous seaweed suspend from the buoys, mussels cling to its furry connective ropes and dangling Chinese lantern-esque nets are filled with oysters and scallops. 

“It’s like an underwater garden,” says Beyers, co-founder of the community-owned regenerative ocean farm, Câr-y-Môr. The 3-hectare site is part of a fledgling sector, one of 12 farms in the UK, which key players believe could boost ocean biodiversity, produce sustainable agricultural fertiliser and provide year-round employment in areas that have traditionally been dependent on tourism. 

Created in 2020 by Beyers and six family members, including his father-in-law – an ex-shellfish farmer – the motivation is apparent in the name, which is Welsh for “for the love of the sea”. ...

Pictured: Drone shot of Câr-y-Môr, which is on the site of abandoned mussel farms. Image: Scott Chalmers

Ocean farming comes from the technical term ‘integrated multi-trophic aquaculture’, which means a mixture of different seaweed and shellfish species growing together to mutually benefit each other. But it’s not just a way of growing food with little human input, it also creates ocean habitat. 

“You’re creating a breeding ground for marine animals,” explains Beyers who adds that the site has seen more gannets diving, porpoises and seals – to name a few – since before the farm was established.

Ocean farms like Câr-y-Môr, notes Ross Brown – environmental research fellow at the University of Exeter – have substantial conservation benefits.

“Setting up a seaweed farm creates an exclusion zone so fishermen can’t trawl it,” explains Brown, who has been conducting experiments on the impacts of seaweed and shellfish farms across the UK. 

Brown believes a thriving ocean farming industry could provide solutions to the UK’s fish stock, which is in “a deeply troubling state” according to a report that found half of the key populations to be overfished. “It would create stepping stones where we have safe havens for fish and other organisms,” he adds. 

But UK regulators have adopted a cautious approach, note Brown and Beyers, making it difficult for businesses like Câr-y-Môr to obtain licenses. “It’s been a tough old slog,” says Beyers, whose aim is to change the legislation to make it easier for others to start ocean farms. 

Despite navigating uncharted territories, the business now has 14 full-time employees, and 300 community members, of which nearly 100 have invested in the community-benefit society. For member and funding manager Tracey Gilbert-Falconer, the model brings expertise but most importantly, buy-in from the tight-knit local community. 

“You need to work with the community than forcing yourself in,” she observes. 

And Câr-y-Môr is poised to double its workforce in 2024 thanks to a Defra grant of £1.1 million to promote and develop the Welsh seafood industry as part of the UK Seafood Fund Infrastructure Scheme. This will go towards building a processing hub, set to be operational in April, to produce agricultural fertiliser from seaweed. 

Full of mineral nutrients and phosphorous from the ocean, seaweed use in farming is nothing new, as Gilbert-Falconer notes: “Farmers in Pembrokeshire talk about their grandad going down to the sea and throwing [seaweed] on their farms.” 

But as the war in Ukraine has caused the price of chemical fertiliser to soar, and the sector tries to reduce its environmental impact – of which synthetic fertiliser contributes 5% of total UK emissions – farmers and government are increasingly looking to seaweed. 

The new hub will have capacity to make 65,000 litres of sustainable fertiliser annually with the potential to cover 13,000 acres of farmland. 

But to feed the processing hub, generate profit and reduce their dependency on grants, the co-op needs to increase the ocean farm size from three to 13 hectares. If they obtain licences, Beyers says they should break even in 18 months. 

For now, Beyers reflects on a “humbling” three years but revels in the potential uses of seaweed, from construction material to clothing.  

“I haven’t seen the limit yet,” he smiles."

-via Positive.News, February 19, 2024

[revelboo]

The sideswipe and sunstreaker story has been a blast to read!! Talk about being stuck between a rock (sides treating the human like they’re a barely sapient baby animal) and a hard place (sunny being so openly unhappy with the arrangement) lmao

I’ve always had a soft spot for the disaster twins. The very first fanfic I ever wrote was about them years ago

Can’t Finish What You Started Pt 7

Sunstreaker x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

• “Here.” Startling when a blanket is dropped on your head, you frown up at Sunstreaker and he scowls right back as Sideswipe watches. “You’re not eating,” he adds, reaching out to nudge the box of cereal at you. And then waiting expectantly until you cave and dig out a handful just so he’ll stop hovering and worrying. Ever since the awkwardness of you getting caught singing to him like he was a little kid, he’s been marginally less irritable toward you. A very small margin, but it’s something.

• Uncomfortable with the way you’re smiling up at him and Sideswipe’s own grin, Sunstreaker stalks past to retrieve an energon cube. Leaning a hip against the storage cabinet that you’d taken over as your space. Wheeljack had been busily making human things for all of the little organics after a mixture of angry ranting, pleading, and general miserableness from the Ark’s smallest residents had made it apparent that they were being unwittingly neglected. A big chunk of your space being dedicated to waste disposal and a little wash rack, it’s that space you head toward arms stretched over your head and little hips swaying.

• Watching you disappear under the blankets draped over the crude frame erected around what you refer to as your bathroom, Sideswipe leans his chin on a fist. One time he’d gotten curious enough to lean over the open top of your ‘private’ space. It’d been a surprise to see you without your coverings, wet and disturbingly like a little protoform as you stared up at him, eyes wide. Sometimes before recharge he finds himself thinking about how soft you’d looked, wet and furious. And he hadn’t realized your voice could be so painfully shrill when you were angry. They’d tried to fully enclose the spaces at first, but after Cliffjumper’s had hidden nearly nine hours in theirs refusing to come out until Cliff had started dismantling the walls, the roof, door, and walls were removed on all of them.

• Stripping and stepping into the warm spray, you keep half your attention on the open top of your bathroom. Because Sideswipe is a jerk and a voyeur. While you doubt your wet organic form does anything for him, you still don’t want to be stared at while showering and naked.

• Keeping an optic on Sideswipe to make sure he doesn’t bother you, Sunstreaker runs a polishing cloth over his armor and waits. Not because he cares about your weird human modesty, but because he isn’t the least bit interested in that awful noise you make that Sideswipe seems to find hilarious. Head lifting when the door to their quarters opens, he frowns at Wheeljack and the human he’s carrying cradled to his chassis. “What did your human do?” Wheeljack asks, servos flexing as his leans out dangerously far from his hand to look around. “Are they a medic?”

• “Medic?” Sideswipe asks, setting aside his energon cube. “Someone’s hurt?” One of the tiny organics? Walking past Sunny and ignoring his growled ‘don’t,’ he leans over the blanket draped enclosure. Sees your eyes widen right before you start screaming profanity at him. “Are you a medic?” He asks with a grin, watching as you try to cover yourself with your hands. Leaning back as you throw your little bottle of cleanser at him and miss badly. Screaming at him to get out. “Don’t think they’re a medic.” Laughing when Sunny grabs him by an arm and drags him away.

• Swearing and red faced, you grab one of the torn strips from a blanket that pass as towels and wrap it around yourself, shoving out of the bathroom with soap still in your hair and stinging your eyes. Stopping short when you see the other Autobot and the human in his hand that waves awkwardly at you. That calms some of the fury humming through you at least, fingers tightening on your towel, you exhale. “I am-was a digital artist,” you mutter, aware of Sunstreaker’s head turning to look at you curiously.

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[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ Worship⛧🩸 ☆■▪︎

(Part 1.)

☆ 🔞!!VIOLENT AND VULGAR!!🔞

☆ cult!Miguel ohara / forrest monster/cryptid! Reader

☆ a little gift for @miguel-owhora !!

☆ violence is written in this work of FICTION. Things such as infant deaths or death in genera

☆ Hi!!! So I'm sorry for not writing as much but I've been verrrryyyy very busy‼️ (laughs and throws myself off a cliff) any who! Enjoy this little thingy!! I'm still in love with dad's cryptid AU after all this time 💕

°○☆Violence under the cut☆○°

Blood. Metal rust. And other animalistic things that would have a normal camper running for their lives. Then dying. Not out of some beast or an accident. But out of exhaustion. Limbs failing. Eaten away by the very grass of the ground only to be picked up by another predator.

Any normal person would run away. Any normal person would have thought twice before doing something stupid in uncharted woods.

Miguel was different. He was a cunning man. Frighteningly intelligent. Charming and observant and curious. Leave him in the woods with nothing and he's already built a somewhat stable community, sheltered and protected by... something out there. Something unexplainable. Something... you.

This was your forest. From the very beginning. Your memory is hazy of how your form, reeking of the more purer forms of mother nature herself, birthed upon the world to reek order. Not havoc. Not peace. Just a simple balance that you maintained for centuries.

You followed nobody. You didn't need to. And you killed if necessary. Or if you simply wanted. You had free will. Unbound by anything. Literally. Not even any mental constraints could keep you from moving through the night unexpected. Unlike any kind of animal the the world has ever witnessed.

Miguel was a different man. When he came into your forests, the winds tasted like he or his sheep didn't deserve to die. Unlike every other settler or founder who decided to try to poison your grounds.

You let him be. His little village growing with the so called refugees he gathered. Creating houses with the trees surrounding the area.

Surprisingly, they weren't greedy. They didn't chop down every tree they laid their human hands on. Because Miguel didn't allow them to. And you were greatful for that. But you paid no mind to his existence. Other than killing of unwanted organisms. But Miguel, or his sheep never dare trek past the space you let them in. And if they did, they didn't make a mess of their tracks.

Respectfully respecting the environment. Respectfully Respecting you.

Time went on and you continued to observe Miguel and his little underlings carefully. Usually under the darkness of the night. They seemed obedient to Miguel. You could smell a mixture of fear and adoration, and that drew you closer to him. After all, this was your domain. And you had the right to dive deeper into the minds of these obedient critters worshipping you in a way.

One day, Miguel comes along bringing a surprising, pleasant little gift. From out of his own home, he creeps towards the darker shadows of the village. Where the trees grow tall and strong. Uncut and left alone.

An infant. Brought to your feet. An offspring that smells very familiar with Miguel's species. Only, it's cold. It isn't breathing. You can't hear it breathing. Its wrapped in grey sheep's wool and it smells fresh. Like it had died the moment it escape the womb first breaths being its last. And he leaves it there on the mossy rock in front of the trees and walks quickly back to the safety of his own home.

A few hours pass. You're intrigued at the gift. You haven't received such offerings in centuries. So when this, frail human being offers a dead infant like a gift for the altar, your curiosity gets the better of you.

You snatch the child. In yours jaws... or your arms? It could be anything. You were an indescribable creature manifesting the more chaotic sides of nature after all. The little infant, you've seen it all before. Chubby, quite noisy, fragile. And most importantly, delicious. You cannot explain the slightes, but in all of your years of being in this realm, despite not having the needed nutrition you'd usually intake, human offspring has a certain charming flavor. Something you'd feast on with gusto. Maybe it was the fact that through the cycle of life and death, you've always defied both aspects. And the loss of something brought to this world so sudden felt like experiencing the gifts to be caressed upon your tongue. Consumed. And valued.

Miguel does this more often. Leaving you gifts. Little sacrifices. Whether it be piles of wheat or fish. Or, on other days when one of his "sheep" go disobedient, you find their corpse carefully gifted in the same spot on the mossy rock. Like a gift. A gift for your generosity of giving them their home, and protection. Your little gift mauled and torn apart limb by limb and licked ever so viciously. In a graceful matter. Until there was nothing left. Not a spec of blood or bone.

You favored Miguel out of the rest. And it's obvious as to why.

Miguel was a curious man. Perhaps a little too curious, so to say. So when he comes out with his little gift at night rather in the morning and stays there, waiting for you, you waste no time to throw him onto the ground. Your weight practically crushing him. And you bite his neck and drink his blood. A taste of the person who's been so devoted to... amusing you. He tastes like any other ordinary person you've eaten before. Salty. Metallic. A little sweet. But his flavor is laced with sheer utter adoration. Rather than fear. Curiously, you drink a little more. And in fact, he doesn't push you away. He doesn't grab his weapon and attempt to cut your throat. He fully accepts it. He holds you while you take your fill of his own crimson fluid.

And you don't kill him. You leave him there as you disappear into the woods. And he's even more insatiable.

[opiopal]

OK

So I’ve decided that I’m going to into dump about my Mc(since like four people mentioned they’d read it lol), with the inclusion of pictures, I’ll try to keep it organized, making a list that goes, basic info, details, relationships, and add on’s, but I’m not that best with organization especially when it comes to my own characters.

This will be a mixture of canon stuff to the OM universe and my own stuff, I’ll go into my own personal headcanons and junk to. Fair warning this IS going to be long. Sorry if she seems a little bit to much of a main character lol. I tend to go overboard a lot of the time.

(ALSO I did redesign her basic look because I wasn’t really feeling it)

Basic info: so to start out, My Mc’s full name is Opaline L. Shards, though she introduces herself as Opal, since she thinks Opaline is a mouthful. She uses she/they pronouns, and is Pansexual. Throughout the series she is 21-24 years old, she was born and raised in Oregon state. She is about 5’5, 5,7 with her skates on. Her family consists of her mom(divorced) and her two other siblings. She LOVES anything and everything colorful and shiny and is generally curious.

Details/facts:

Opal is mostly blind, as in she is missing an eye and already needed glasses before losing said eye, so obviously it’s hard for her to see things. She prefers to work off of muscle memory and the blobby shapes that are people to her, which that is also why she likes/prefers things to have color to them. She though of course does have glasses, but prefers to wear them when she’s alone to work on things in her room so then no one can see her full face.. so she has a lot of homework. But is still fortunately a straight A student. Upon her very first night staying in the HOL, she waited until everyone was asleep to just, walk around and know her surroundings, who’s rooms were who’s and what was where. She removes her skates and anything clanky on her person before going, to avoid being caught ofc.

Her and her sheepiness

I like to imagine she isn’t a 2ft tall sheep 100% of the time throughout(because imagine trying to work at a desk or navigate massive school hallways as a stuffed animal), and that it’s really just a little enchantment that was put onto her to keep her safe, like a spidey sense, if there is danger around in RAD or in town or anywhere at all, she’ll POOF! Into a sheep. But instead of it working off of if they themselves feel threaten it just works off of if there is something that plans on hurting her around. So when that first day scene of over hearing two demons talking about eating her right then and there it’s just,

“Hey isn’t that the human exchange student? Let’s go eat then there’s no one arou-“ POOF! Scitter scitter “… what”

Speaking of RAD, clearly she isn’t wearing the uniform in its full-couch cushion looking entirety. She had texted with Barabatos to ask basic questions about dress code and asked if she could do add ons or remove a piece or two, and I’m guessing since thirteen basically mangled her uniform and didn’t get any shit for it, her wearing a sweater instead of the jacket is more then ok.

Speaking of her uniform, her hair is tied up, which isn’t really that big of a deal, but I like to imagine Lucifer does her hair, why? Well, her hair is a fluffy mess, and she really only brushes it in the morning, so Lucifer stops her from leaving first day and tied her hair up so then she looked presentable as to not embarrass him. Why did I make this a thing? Because I think it would be funny as hell that during the events in the beginning of season one, no matter what happened the night before, no matter how much they hated each other at the moment, every morning she went, knocked on his bedroom door, he opened silently, she handed him a hair tie and her hair brush, turned around, he did her hair, then she left silently and he continued to get ready to leave. Because I’m a sucker for the whole “we hate each other but we’ve made a routine and we’d rather die then not follow a routine”. (Opal also cannot handle when there is a change in any part of her unwritten routine or else she’ll be off for the rest of the day.)

Her pact Marks:

So I guess I have a reason for each of the placements/designs for the marks, for starters they’re so big because I can imagine since it’s pacts with the avatars of sun themselves the pact marks are a bit more dramatic(also I can imagine the pact marks are usually black/grey, they only glow with their sin when that magic is being used or the sun is being felt, ex: opal is pissed off, wrath glows, opal feels prideful of something she did, pride glows, ect.)

So Pride is placed on her chest, like puffing one’s chest out in pride. I just added on more stars and stuff to make it look fancier

Greed is placed on her right hand, or her stealing hand since its her dominant hand. The dots within the ribboned design represent gold coins and stuff, the mark swirls all the way up to her elbow then stops.

Envy is on her lower back over her tailbone, it’s a spot that’s a bit more out of place and is most likely to be covered by clothes then the others, so even the mark as a reason to be envious. I just added onto the water droplet and arrow design and made it stretch more onto her front as if it’s trying to be noticed more.

Wrath is on her left hand, being left handed is associated with the devil and junk so by default I think it would be cool it it landed there. And also it’s for throwing hands. The triangle design represents satans spiky tail. The mark trails up to the elbow then stops, just like greed

Lust is placed over her uterus and creeps up her stomach, I think that’s obvious. But the mark itself is in the shape of an upside down uterus. I tried to make lust look like the more elegant of the pact marks.

Gluttony is on her upper/center back because it’s a place where fat tends to accumulate more. (I promise it’s not a “big back” joke btw, I’ve had this mark placement way before it even got to be popular), a lot of the add ons are just to match the others, BUT I added four k-nine teeth, two on the top and two on the bottom. cause, yk, you need teeth to eat.

And finally sloth is on her outer left thigh, I… don’t have much of a reason as to why I put it there, apart from the fact I had nowhere else I could think of. I could say that it’s because you don’t use your legs when you’re lazy or it’s the plushest part of the body, but yk. The add ons I did was just add two more stars and two crescent moon shapes.

Relationships:

So for relationships with the other characters I did this chart I used off of google since it was the only one I could find with all the characters(I wanted to make my own but by the time I moved onto making the chart it was around 2 am and I was tired). I will explain every relationship going from brothers, demons, angels, then thirteen and Solomon.

Lucifer: she personally views Lucifer in a fatherly way, she grew up with her dad only in her life for her first 5 years of being alive and he wasn’t great. So when she did meet Lucifer for the first time not only did he vaguely look like her dad but also acted a bit like him. Which to her was more then enough reason to not like him. But over time it went from “ugh he reminds me of my dad…” to “oh! That’s my dad!^•^”. He is the first person she goes to when she needs assistance or guidance and she cares about him a lot, she has forced him to take breaks through bringing him tea or a few snacks and sitting down with him to have a conversation. And it doesn’t really help that he clearly favors her, she is very honest and polite, so I can imagine that warmed him up to her.(honestly I kind of wish there were more platonic fics with Lucifer Bc in my own brain he’s literally mothering, but alas,)

Mammon: so just from the chart, he is her best friend and also partner. I know it was probably unnecessary to add the best friend and partner arrows because your partner should be your best friend, but I added it anyways. Opal is probably a little to in love, but so is he. She goes along with pretty much everything he wants to do because she either one: wants to have the learning experience, or two: want to spend time with him. They often sleep in each others rooms, they rotate out, some days they sleep in his and others they sleep in hers. When they want more privacy or just to be alone with each other I can imagine they go to his room most of the time. She absolutely steals his clothes for herself whenever he’s gone during the night because she can’t help but be clingy, and you know she’s tackling him the moment he walks into the HOL. Overall they are both stupidly in love with each other.

Leviathan: levi is definitely one of her best friends, she loves his room since she really adores anything ocean. She likes to go to his room when she’s feeling overwhelmed or like to go find him during social events when overwhelmed since it’s most likely guaranteed he’ll also be hiding. She loves listening to him ramble about anime and stuff that he bought recently, and of course she likes gaming with him. And that one morning when levi was complaining about opal constantly shooting him in game is definitely common for her to do. If she see’s he’s on a online game she will join and mess with him. Mammon has probably woken up to her on her laptop cackling because she keeps killing levi in game.

Satan: once again someone she’s close with and would consider a best friend, I can imagine they do homework together often, and he wouldn’t mind reading things out for her. She is kind of an animal magnet, so whenever they both go out there is a high chance she’ll suddenly be holding a stray cat and they’ll both stop for like an hour to give it so much attention.

Asmo: another bestiee, after gaining a pact with asmo she definitely gets a little closer to him because of the fact that he does more “girly” things. They go shopping together and she lets him dress her up and style her hair. He is actually the only other person apart from mammon that knows she’s missing an eye, why? Well because her natural hair color is actually black, and she thankfully befriended him before her roots fully started to grow in so one melt down later she asked him for help with dying her hair, which, he’s also the only one that knows red isn’t her natural color.

Beel: she was very close with beel pretty much right off the bat, since she was already feeding him. She’s a bit of a picky eater, so she separates some foods from the foods she will definitely eat, she feels bad about leaving a bunch of left over food so beel is the garbage disposal friend. So every single “are you going to eat that?” Is always met with a cheery “nope! You can have it!”. And canon Bc of the chats, she helps him when he works out, like sitting on his back during pushups or just simply hyping him up.

Belphie: she is still very unsure with him. Though she knows he feels guilt about LITERALLY KILLING HER. She hasn’t quite forgiven him, though she is still polite and helps him out when he needs it. She isn’t close with him in the slightest though, if you asked her to describe him she would just say “uh… he sleeps!” And that’s it. Though of course she’s probably still around him often due to beel and belphie being twins and the anti Lucifer League 

Dia: another best friend! Despite the fact that they don’t hang out often, they still try their hardest to chit chat! Like her going over to have tea with him occasionally on his free days, she talks about how things are going at the HOL, with school, and other little hobbies, and she lets him complain about work and talk about other things. They are literally sunshine character+sunshine character. It’s inevitable that they would be close! She had also used her first bit of grimm to buy him roller skates! She got them custom made and surprised him with them because he mentioned that he liked hers and was really intrigued by them, so after buying him the skates they skated around for a while, linked arms and her teaching him the basics.

Barbatos: barbatos is someone she felt like she could trust right away but she was also intimidated by him. Though she ignored the intimidation and just continued treating him as normal. She constantly wants to help him and feels a little bad whenever he does something for her or gives her something. She really loves fruit so whenever she’s visiting dia there’s always a plate out for her, and whenever Barb refills it she’s always like “oh! Thank you- you don’t have to though I’m probably eating to much anyways” “nonsense, please continue to enjoy yourself” “ok:,)”

Mephistopheles: they are both unsure of each other, though he is very open about the fact that her, I am a strong believer that it’s probably just a mask. Despite rarely seeing each other she is very respectful towards him and offers assistance with smaller things, if he ever asked for help with anything relating to the news paper club she would absolutely be HYPED.

Simeon: she loves seeing simeon when she can! She thinks he’s really chill and likes being in the presence of another creative, they’ll often talk about things related to writing or drawing, really it’s just back and fourth questions. But whenever she goes down to purgatory hall she loves to just sit and talk about whatever comes to mind while drinking tea.

Luke: that is her little brother and no one can tell her otherwise. But in reality she knows what it’s like to be the youngest in a room and not be taken as seriously, so she makes sure his voice is heard(or at least he feels like he is heard.) and she is decently protective of him. Her mom actually owns a bakery so she also knows a lot about baking! I like to imagine that when they both bake something they exchange their goods with each other, and other times when she’s at purgatory hall they bake together.

Raphael: she doesn’t know him very well but still finds him pleasant!

Thirteen: she thinks thirteen is super cool! She definitely unintentionally boosts her ego, a lot. Opal is the type to speak her mind(or just think out loud), so it’s very common that when thirteen show’s off something she made or something she plans to make it’s met with a “oh! You’re so cool thirteen,”. Opal really enjoys having another fem presenting person around to, though they don’t see a lot of each other.

Solomon: she definitely appreciates having another human around(even if solomon hardly even counts as a human being anymore,) she sees him as more of an older brother to be completely honest, an older brother that’s MUCH older then her, like an older brother that already had a wife and kids when she was born kind. So she introduces him to trends and stuff and they reference random things to each other randomly. I can imagine they both like to mess with demons by basically doing improv in public. “Hey has your skin started shedding with month yet?” “No… but I can feel the skin on my face starting to dry up, I only have so much moisturizer,” “here I can get you some extra lotion if you need it,” “Aw, solomon you’re such a Girls girl!” Or “Solomon, was it batman or Superman who helped in ww2?” “Superman,” “thanks, I always forget” BUT they do have a mutual respect for each other, solomon is more then aware that opal may turn out to be stronger then him, and opal is aware that solomon has more knowledge then her and is strong.

Add ons/more background on Opal:(some violent stuff is mentioned and a very main character ass backstory fyi so be ready)

So let’s talk about her family and what life was like before RAD, there’s her mom and her two siblings. Her mom’s name is Mary, she is a shorter women but is very sweet, she owns a bakery called “charlottes web”. then her two older siblings who are twins, Diana and Travis, they are her half siblings, so they don’t share a father. Both of her siblings dabble in magic and area little well known. Travis is more silent and looks menacing but is secretly just a very anxious person. He looks very gothic but underneath every hoodie is a bright pink anime shirt from an anime he likes called “origami kittens”(my own thing), an anime about a teenage girls origami kitten coming to life and being her friend! Every episode a new one with a new personality is made. Diana is very rough and tough, she is rowdy and very tomboyish, her and Travis bicker a lot but are literally inseparable. They both love their little sister to pieces. But, none of them are apart of the descended bloodline of Lilith, her dad is actually one of the descendants.

Her dad was originally very kind and curious, like her, but when Mary was pregnant with Opal, he started to get into some shit he should have and suffered a head injury that caused a whole personality shift, he got very boastful and prideful, and wanted everything his way or no way. He still loved his family dearly but grew very violent very quickly. One night when opal was five Mary and him got into an argument in the middle of the night, opal had walked downstairs to see what the noise was about and in a fit of rage her father threw her through a closed window, causing a mild concussion. Of course nearly immediately Mary divorced his ass and that was the last time Opal ever saw her dad, no one ever ended up learning why he had changed. He passed away when she was about 12.

Growing up she was very curious and also energetic, but, because I love this kind of stuff, she indulged in the seven sins. She had a short fuse, she had a bit of an ego, she shop lifted sometimes, that kind of stuff. But one summer when she was 14 she went to stay with her grandma out of state and met her girlfriend Elora, and let me tel you they were IN LOVE, though the town in which Elora lived in had a lot of supernatural drama, so they both kind of became ghost busters/mystery inc type people. Though they had a lot of fun doing so and had a blast learning about that kind of crap. Eventually opals family moved in with her grandma and opal started going to school with Elora, unfortunately by the time that they had both turned 17 they were more public about their relationship, which is unfortunate because it was a very religious town. So some assholes had harassed them for a while before attacking them, Elora sadly did not make it and Opal in turn had lost her right eye. So she walked out of that experience with no girlfriend, no eye, and plenty of different types of trauma.

It took her a while to recover and she started to dye her hair and let it grow out, originally she had short hair with blue tips, but a lot of her hair was cut off, representing being stripped of her pride. Eventually once she was recovered physically and mentally she decided that she wanted to go back to school and decided to respond to a really good college that offered her a scholarship. But of course once she was classified as a student she ended up being picked for the exchange program and of course we all know what happens from then on.

Now onto some more light hearted stuff,

Obviously as I’ve stated she naturally dyed her hair red, mainly to separate herself from both her father and her past. She prefers to cover most her face with her hair and that simply just works because cartoon logic.

She is very silent, maybe even a little dumb at times, as in she has a hard time with things like social cues and when to quit. She is a straight A student because she easily jumps right into each class because she finds it very interesting! Like hell yeah she wants to learn about different demonic species! That’s so cool!

She doesn’t like drama though she loves talking about it, her and asmo definitely gossip to each other often and they keep tabs on everyone they talk about, one time they were both sitting at dinner, opal checked her D.D.D., gAsped, sent whatever she saw over to asmo, then made eye contact with him and motion for him to look at his own phone, he also gasps, and immediately they both leave the room to start talking.

I can also imagine that it was not KNOWN that she couldn’t see that well for a little while, until eventually there was maybe a small dinner party at dia’s castle, she mentioned that she was going to the rest room, then barbatos offered to lead her there, which in turn made a few of them look confused like “but they’ve been here before, why would you need to show them to the restroom?” “Ah, because they can’t see, why else?” “BARBATOS NO-“ then she has to awkwardly explain that she’s blinder then a bat after he apologizes to her. I’m sure some of them already knew but she did NOT want the other brothers to know because she knew damn well they would make a big deal out of it.

Alright, let’s get some pictures in here,

Starting off this is her bag! It’s older and she’s torn it a good few times, so she patches it up herself, obviously there’s a little sheep mc key chain that’s totally not a lesson 16 reference, she also has a little mc sheep pin, a random :3 face pin, a set it off pin and a destroy boys pin(two of my own personal favorite bands)

Next we have her D.D.D. And her headphones, she probably won both the case and headphones in a give away for some astronomy thing she is into, of course she added the Kirby sticker herself. But yeah.

Next is her ominously labeled journal, why did I label it as such? Well because she writes and draws some interesting stuff. The way she learns about things is to draw and dissect them in her brain along with a series of “what ifs” so one thing she ended up doing out of her own curiosity is pull a dungeon meshi and think “what if i drew the boys as different foods?” Which lead to her making detailed drawings of different parts of them as foods. Obviously she would never ever even think of doing such a thing, but her mind wanders. Apart from that the rest is a little normal, doodles of people and animals she’s seen, little diary entries, that kind of stuff.

Lastly there’s this necklace, seems a little random BUT, this is a reference to one of the beach events from the OG game, when mammon finds a shell and gives it to MC, obviously it wasn’t stated what type of shell it was, only that it was spiky, but opal most definitely kept it and turned it into a necklace she rarely wears.

Smaller stuff is that she loves fruit(as mentioned previously), like LOVES fruit. If there is cut fruit at a party she’s going to beat beel to it and eat as much as she can handle. And it actually sometimes works to her disadvantage, if for example, mammon wanted to go “look” around the demon lords castle, but opal is over here like “mams you know lucifer doesn’t want you to do that since you can’t keep your hands to yourself” giving her a plate of fruit not only will stop her from snitching, but will also keep her in one place silently until she’s done eating, because her brain is just “fruit fruit fruit fruit fruit- oh no more fruit- wait where’s my boyfriend- oh no.”

She also makes it her personal mission to pet everything that she can, street cats, people’s dogs, horses, you name it. So she makes it her mission to befriend that silly three headed dog in the basement, which she eventually does successfully by offering raw steaks and treats.

Along with that she likes to garden, but not like a normal person with fruit or flowers, but instead carnivorous plants. If she learns that there is a man eating plant that she can buy in town she is getting that plant, slapping a bow on it and falling it princess. I like to think that Lucifer eventually lets her take over a small part in the backyard of the HOL for her plants.

And she is very very clingy, but also hates being touched. So it’s kind of torture for her, because she would LOVE to get a hug from beel or let asmo paint her nails, but within her first year there she just doesn’t trust any of them enough to not hurt her. But mammon ends up being the exception, because as they get closer to each other she just can’t let go of him, ever. They’re always holding hands or linked arms, she’s always pressed up against his side or lowkey cuddling when they sit, and of course mammon would love the attention and would be equally as clingy.

Another thing is that she eventually learns shape shifting magic, mainly because she thinks it would be funny. One morning lucifer is acting weird, then all of a suddenly a second Lucifer walks in?? Lucifer #1 Bursts out into giggles and suddenly is opal.

She also binds her chest, cause anxiety and self confidence issues, along with anxiety she has a few scabs on her fingers at all times from digging her nails into the skin.

I am done as far as I’m aware, but I’ve been writing for like two hours with breaks, I appreciate if anyone actually read all of this all the way down to the bottom! I would’ve been more detailed in some areas but I realized that Opal feels like such a main character, I don’t want to change her lore but that doesn’t mean i’m not a little embarrassed about her lol. She’s my silly and I love her but I probably went overboard with all her fine details. Also here’s the full drawing of her

[arcane-abomination]

This is a post a long time in the making. Typically when I read about experiences with plants and death magick its done from a perspective of plants being treated more like any other tool. Inanimate objects more or less. As a practitioner of druidism, animism, and shamanism within my chaote label, this kind of disheartens me to a large degree. As I’m in belief that everything has a soul, there’s nothing more unique than a plant soul within death witchcraft.

A Plant’s Death

The trickiest question to answer here is when exactly is the moment of death for a plant. Because they don’t have vital organs the way animals do, it can be difficult to ascertain such a moment. Is the plant dead as soon as is picked? Is its death reflected as it wilts? We can’t completely be sure. For this reason, it’s probably safe to say, that many don’t use a plant’s spirit in death magick that often for this reason.

In truth, a plant’s time of death can’t be interpreted the same way an animals can. Their makeup is far too different. That’s where the problem lies. We struggle to interpret something by rules we set forth not understanding that, that which we seek to understand is, by nature, outside of those rules. Thus, we have to look outside the box we’ve placed around ourselves.

The truth is that a plants death isn’t as simple as the moment the soul leaves the body. It’s quite possible their death has much more nuance than we think. Where the exact moment of death for us can be measured in a second, it’s quite possible that a plant’s can not. Making their death something far longer and more advanced than ours.

What is a Plant’s Soul

Another interesting thing to consider is how a plant’s soul works, but therein lies another problematic nuance. What is the plant in comparison to a singular body? Is each individual flower its own being? Or are they one being since everything is contacted at the root? In my personal experience I would answer that it’s a mixture of both.

One can almost compare things to that of the triple goddess or the idea of epithets. One singular being exists but from that being several other beings take form. They often are comprised of more specific energies that coincide with the master soul. But appear to have their own unified personalities and makeup. This is how, in my opinion, some plant’s work. A tree for instance has one soul and one soul only. But some flowers may have multiple. One singular soul dwelling within the roots but as singular stems sprout from the roots connected as one only beneath the surface, may give form to epithetic souls in connection to the master soul. That’s why sometimes each flower can feel like it has its own unique energy in comparison to the others in its colony.

The Astral Form

When working with plant souls it is important to recognize that they don’t communicate naturally the same way as we do. That’s why connecting in astral can be so important. Spirits in astral can form themselves as they see fit and plants often take on alternate forms that the person can connect with and understand better. Therefore, it’s best to be aware that the spirit you may see when connecting to a plant in death work, may not appear at all plant like. If unsure…simply ask.

Death Energy of Plants

The death energy of a plant spirit can often have a different vibration to it, but it can work very similarly to regular spirits. Just as we may use a bone to attract that animals spirit or go to a grave to call on a human’s spirit, so do we use the plants body to call on them. Their dried flowers, and leaves act in place of bones. While their seeds act like the souls of children. Young souls, that can be rather mischievous. And just as you treat those bones and grave sites with respect, so should you treat those plants with respect. They may not be bone but they are just as important as them. Disrespectful use of a plant’s corpse that you wish to utilize can result in a disconnect, and essentially an empty vessel.

In Conclusion

It’s important to recognize that plant spirits are a very unique factor to utilize in your death craft journey, but they can be very splendid spirits too well worth. They can offer different tales on a situation and inspires you may not have thought possible or even considered. Remember, they are very different from us and will often have perspectives from angles we can’t properly see.

[glowstone23b]

warden/ancient city thoughts …

Anicent cities aren’t actually cities, they’re actually massive temples instead that devoted themselves to a certain god (im not sure what god the old builders would worship akandk)

They laid many people to rest in those underground crypts, that a bit of their souls leaked out of the bodies and infected the glowing cave vines, resulting in a strange mutation of sculk

and as more people died and got places in those tombs,,, the more sculk spread

Eventually some worshippers caught notice of this and assumed it to be some gift from the gods, so they continued to add fuel to it, experimenting with it, etc, finding out that when a creature dies— instead of the soul ascending to an afterlife, it is instead pulled down by the sculk and merged into what was like a sentient hivemind of connected souls working together to become something akin to an organism

At some point, as evolution of the sculk furthered and sculk sensors formed, it eventually led to a sculk shrieker

and after worshippers activated it a couple times in a row,

It summoned the massive, blind hulking beast known as the warden. It harvested as many souls as it could from the worshippers as it chased after them, leaving no one in it’s wake, before retreating back into the biomass until the next time there is a significant amount of soul that alerts the shriekers once more

Ok mini rant story thing over. i like to think that sculk works in a weird sort of method

Catalyst farm and form the extra sculk needed to begin an infection —> sensors pick up on sounds made by noises that supposedly could be creatures with a soul —> shriekers sound a scream that helps determine if a warden should form —> warden harvests any nearby creatures to help the sculk spread. if killed, the warden drops a catalyst, so it can all begin again

The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk. the main reasoning for it being blind (other than cave animals usually being blind since low to zero light requires little need for eyes) is because detecting sound means a very high chance of something w soul

Sculk sickness …. Possibly a rare disease only picked up by deep miners. nasty no good and probably hurts as the sculk eats you from the inside out

Illagers came across the ancient cities and set up camp for a short amount of time to try and study the sculk . you can imagine what happened to them

[ i like to think every ‘living’ creature in minecraft has a soul. that keeps them alive and thinking and breathing and stuff. and undead mobs have soul residue which leaves them with very basic instincts or things they subconsciously remember how to do ITS A FUN THOUGHT ]

[ in my little au illagers love experimenting w souls . because the more you experiment the more messed up results you get (vexes being the fused collective of 2-3 allays, or creating abominations via sticking two different mob souls together… possibly how ravagers came to be since they look a bit like villagers that got turned into beasts . fun theorizing ]

Hey invention? Phanon? I love your mind, it's wonderful. Have a drawing!

I've never drawn a warden before, mostly because it's been very daunting, but I think I got it out the way I wanted it to!! Sculk itself is kind of like... a fungus-y tentacle-y mixture, and i got some inspiration from the devil's fingers fungus irl! Really cool, I suggest giving it a look-see.

In my head, sculk would start off kind of like little eggs or pips or... whatever those things are... there's a name for it, when a plant or a cell decides to split off to make a new plant or cell? Mitosis? Bulbs? Plantlets? There's a word I'm looking for. Anyways. They'd probably grow mini sculk bits off of more mature ones so they can drop off and spread on their own, kind of like some types of succulent if that makes sense? Which explains the little sticky-outy bits on the wardens' horn things. Man, there's gotta be proper terminology for this, my brain is not finding the right words today.

They'd release some sort of bioluminescence when disturbed, and have an almost tar-like substance produced to trap smaller mobs (spiders, bats, etc.) that happen to wander too close, akin to fly traps. It wouldn't work as well for humans, but it's not uncommon to have your foot tugged on by some sculk in the hopes it can digest you.

I went off "The warden itself is a weird amalgamation of human souls stuck together fused with the sculk" because it's FREAKING COOL, so !!! Yeah!! I've got some of the larger/longer sculk tendrils used as arms and 'fingers' in a sense, though they're not all that precise in use. It just opts to smack the heck out of people usually. The bones in the shoulders and feet I thought were really cool on the in-game design, so I feel that the sculk would grow around any sorts of bones it had access to to keep a more stable structure. Keeping yourself upright if you're a soft mass of plantiness/fungus-yness would be a little tough, I think. Also, keeping bones close to the sculk might make it easier to tether souls together? Who knows!

It'd be neat to see what types of matter the sculk would attach to to form a warden-- it could be enderman bones, for all we know! Big and long and short and stubby, and all of the bones are in the wrong places. Using femurs for toes, or ribs for arms... it'd definitely not be fun to see in person.

Sculk sickness sounds SO NEAT TOO!!! I imagine you might be able to inhale it, like spores? Since it feeds off of xp or souls, you just keep fueling it once you're infected whether you like it or not. Does it have any cure, or would you have to have some sort of surgery to try to remove the existing sculk from your body? That'd cause a heck of a lot of complications, if it were to block anything internally. Wild, but neat to theorize about.

And YES on the experimenting with souls thing! Especially with the update so vexes look a lot more like allays-- definitely experiment material. I wonder how many more mobs are out there that we haven't seen because they haven't been made yet? Just mish mashes of any sort of soul they could get their hands on, inhabiting a body that doesn't feel quite right. Kinda interesting!

Thank you for sharing as always ily you rule. Your theories slap, may your inventory be full of diamonds or something. May the Nether's fire guide your way, idk. More piglin-y, as per my blog, lol.

[dailycharacteroption]

Halcyon Druid (Druid Archetype)

(art by Zummeng on DeviantArt)

Easily one of my favorite goodly organizations in the Lost Omens setting is the Magaambya school of magic. Founded by the man who singlehandedly saved arcane magic for humanity, Oldmage Jatembe’s school of magic is the very picture of a place where the mystic arts are paired together with a righteous code of ethics and goodness.

But that isn’t the only thing that is combined there in that sacred institute, for the school is also famous for blending the arcane and divine, with many of it’s mages being able to cast druidic primal magics in addition to their arcane arts.

However, Magaambya does not merely teach the arcane arts with a smattering of the divine, they actually teach all manner of disciplines, so it only makes sense that there would also be druids that learn a bit of the arcane.

These so-called halcyon druids not only learn a few arcane spells, but they also do something very atypical for primal mages: they seek out contact with outsiders of the outer sphere, particularly celestials, and especially the animal-like agathions!

The only other druid archetype I can think of that deals with non-elemental outsiders regularly is the planar extremist, and that’s the ex-druid archetype representing those that have gone too far away from their roots and become servants of the planes rather than nature, so in order to truck with such beings while still being true druids, these mystics must be doing something very right compared to others.

As we will soon see, these mystics gain a mixture of powerful abilities from their primal, arcane, and divine sources.

Rather than form a bond to an aspect of nature or a companion, these druids instead bond with their mask, which then functions similar to a wizard’s bonded item, and can be similarly enchanted.

They are also trained diplomats, all the better to go between villages and nations to forge new bonds of cooperation and kinship.

In keeping with the blending of magical traditions, these mages can spontaneously cast spells associated with the cleric domain of Good instead of summoning allies.

They also learn a handful of spells exclusive to the arcane arts, diversifying their magecraft further.

As agents of good, these mages are especially resistant to the depredations of fiendish foes.

Finally, these mystics gain the ability to shapeshift into a form of celestial outsider based on their mask. While this is not a true outsider polymorph effect, it has the limited ability to mimic some of the iconic abilities of the major celestial types, such as the aura of menace seen in archons.

This archetype is interesting. It gets rid of wild shape and the nature bond, but replaces them with surprising spell versatility and their very own bonded item, as well as making them experts in social areas. These changes mean that you’re pretty much limited to being a back line spellcaster unless you utilize lots of buffs or use the celestial transformation from your mid-levels, but it still can be rewarding to play.

Interestingly, this archetype mentions that some members of this order wear masks resembling fiends rather than celestials, though those that do are probably more akin to gargoyles, acting as representatives of what evil looks like rather than being evil themselves. However, there is always the possibility of perhaps some disgruntled ex-student actually making pacts with fiends.

Ogwe the Crocodile is especially daring among his kin, but that boldness has led to surprising alliances in the past. Now the druid seeks perhaps his most shocking diplomatic endeavor yet: delving into the earth beneath the region to meet with a mighty vault builder, one of the legendary xiomorns, to secure peaceful relations.

Though sometimes mistaken for a rakshasa, Veldikas is every bit a mystical dilletante and social navigator. However, his true loyalties always lie with the natural world, and the fanglord beastkin wears the face of the tiger both in and out of his sacred mask, especially when the time comes to act.

For generations, the angelic mask of her ancestor has watched over Kifi’s home, protecting it. Turns out this was more than superstition, for the day the mask was stolen, her village was attacked. Though she managed to get the mask back, she discovered a divine spirit dwelling within, one that urges her to seek out the mentor that trained their ancestor so long ago.

[moecartoons]

Happily Ever After Headcanons

Because I think it's my favorite Cybersite. Keep in mind I'm mostly making this up for fun.

The site is called Happily Ever After, and it's main kingdom is called Happily Ever Afterville. The site is sometimes referred to as 'far, far away,' especially by the old fashioned.

Afterville is ruled by Old King Cole, who is a merry ol' soul.

Every resident of the site is Organic. They were not created or built but born.

Residents who are a part of a story are called Characters. This would be Snow White, the Big Bad Wolf, the Golden Goose, Little Miss Muffet, etc.

Those who live in HEA but have no story, no role beyond a face in the crowd are referred to as "vignettes." Some Vignettes may leave HEA for other cybersites.

Characters have a natural urge to stay on the Cybersite and a duty to fulfill their story.

The only one who understands this urge outside of the denizens themself is Motherboard, who created all sites. Some believe if too many Characters refuse to play out their story, then the cybersite will fall apart.

A new hero, villain, and other storybook character is born every other generation to fulfill their story.

It is commonly believed that only residents of HEA can be storybook characters, but this is untrue. Faith will bring the hero, villain, sidekick, or whoever to the land of far, far away. They may be of Happily Ever After descent, but it's been found this is not required.

There has been only ONE Earthlie, however, who fulfilled the role of a story, and this was Dorothy.

There had only been one Story that took place off of Happily Ever After, which was Alice's. She went through a rogue portal to an unknown cybersite that can only be described as 'mad.'

Stories rarely end the exact same. They rarely play out the exact same either for that matter. One generation's Evil Queen may be just that without remorse while the other's is seen as a saint. Only the battle between a hero and villain is guaranteed, not the outcome.

HEA is very forgiving, their villains no matter what they've done are always welcomed and given a second chance. There may be some time when people fear them, but eventually they'll be forgiven and allowed to live in peace if they so choose. This is why Wicked, Wolf and the Giant can be around everyone without much of a fuss. Spider had just recently frightened Miss Muffet and so was still recovering socially.

HEA is considered one of the friendlier sites. But it may depend which part of it you visit.

The technology on HEA is limited, they don't believe in most except for emergencies. They like their horse-drawn carriages and fire during the winters.

They do, however, so adore their music, they regularly use speakers, microphones, and even electric instruments. They still adore their acoustic sounds, but they do love feeling the music right through to their bones in a gathering.

TVs are mostly for keeping up with news outside of the site. It's normal for only one person in an area to own one and allow others to watch when something important is going on.

Phones are scarce, because it used to be easy to contact Motherboard since she had an eye over everything. It proves more and more difficult however in times of crisis to reach her given her condition.

Cyberspace's universal bus system does make stops at HEA, so many do not need to own a ship. Many Kings, Queens and Rulers have their own in case of an emergency, however. Some that are so kind even have many in case of their kingdom's need to evacuate.

HEA has a mixture of medieval and modern food. They make everything by scratch but aren't afraid to make their soda pop or import out of seasoned veggies.

HEA is the most Earth-like cybersite there is. Their animals looks the closest to what they look like on Earth, there are [mostly] humans, and the greenery is the most complex in all of Cyberspace.

Residents speak like any one else does in Cyberspace. Some may visit thinking they speak Ye Olde Tongue, but that's not the case. You may find they have a vocabulary as hip as a Radster.

The Olde Tongue is actually much more complex than inserting "thy" and "thou" in your speech and is near impossible to understand nowadays. There's only one resident who seems to struggle to adapt...

Character Specific Headcanons

Jack, of Jack and the beanstalk, is now a full grown man and King Cole's most trusted help. He keeps track of the king's schedule and helps keep everyone calm in times of crisis. He's still known to be irresponsible despite trying his best. King Cole is seen as foolish for many reasons and his choice of help is one of them.

Red Riding Hood is one of the few borg of HEA. She has a glitch that makes it difficult for her to recognize faces, making her perfect for her story's role. She keeps her hood up to hide the back of her head, which is the most borg-like part of her appearance.

Spider appears friendly, and is, but has a horrible set of teeth and fangs. When he sat beside Little Miss Muffet, he sneezed. He looked so horrific it frightened her away and everyone grew fearful of Spider in "Counted Happily Ever After."

The Big Bad Wolf is the runt of his family, with three older brothers, two younger ones and a little sister, who all resemble wolves from Earth. Wolf is the only one who can stand on two legs, has thumbs, and can huff and puff so hard he'll knock you down.

Wicked is a wonderful example of how HEA's natural order can be broken.

[corvia013]

I feel very nostalgic, so please allow me to share.

※　I use a translator! 　　Sorry if the English text is strange.💦

Thank you for all your ♥s!

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My favorite artist since childhood is crowdfunding. If you are interested, please take a look.

The Gregory Horror Show has won the hearts of fans for many years in the past as CG animation and games. I am one of them.

If you are interested, please search for the works ^^!

There is a little animation on YouTube.(´-ｂ-`)＜secret talk

This time zombies are the stars of the show and I sincerely hope that this project will work.

Of the items I have, I would highly recommend "Gregory Horror Show" and "Midnight Horror School" animations to my mutual followers. I am sure that these two cute and horror-inspired works will be of interest to you even if you are not familiar with their contents.

In Midnight Horror School, incarnations of beings forgotten by their owners and other humans study and train to "create wonders of the world" at a midnight elementary school.

The characters are mainly 26 characters in alphabetical order plus blank characters and many other attractive supporting characters (teachers　ect)

Personally, I love not only the world view, but also the interior of the school used by the students and the detailed furnishings are truly wonderful, and I wish I could have studied in such a school.

These character items were sold at convenience stores and stationery stores as an extra for Sharpie lead before the anime began.

The character on the left is Docky, a model of the human body in the science lab.

The girl on the right is Liddy - a forgotten organ sleeping in a storage room.

As I recall at the time, a mixture of characters from the Gregory Horror Show and Midnight Horror School were sold as extras, but I was unable to collect them all (they were very popular, and the cute faces sold out quickly), which left me a little disappointed.＾＾

Personally, I'd like to see this one reprinted and animated too!

Incidentally, the lead character in the Midnight Horror School is Hickey, in case you were wondering. This anime has quite a few characters who draw pictures, and they are cute for each…( *´艸｀)

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Now, the Gregory Horror Show, which is being crowdfunded, is a CG animation for adults, if anything. The story begins with a soul wandering out of a stressful society and ending up in Gregory House.

At the mercy of the creepy Gregory and his habitual guests, the protagonist struggles to escape the Gregory House. The result is…oops, no spoilers!

In the game content of the PlayStation 2, it's about the main character running away from the lodgers and recovering souls. If you are interested, please search for the actual Game.

The Gregory Horror Show is a trilogy, with chapters 1 and 2 being from the perspective of the souls who wandered into Gregory House. Chapter 3 begins with a taste of Gregory's own journey on the train, and the extra side animation stars Katherine the nurse lizard.

In fact, it was a work that was also made into a manga. I recommend this one as well!

The Gregory Horror Show depicts the darkness of the mind and the darker aspects and desires that humans are prone to. It also has a nihilism and black jokes, so I would recommend it to those who like that kind of animation…！

[renee-writer]

Natural Remedies Chapter 4

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This isn’t how she expected her life to go. She imagined she would be building a life with Frank and their children.

 

Never expected him to get sick just months after their wedding and a week after she discovered she was pregnant. Her pregnancy was a mixture of hope and fear. Prayers for a healthy baby mixed with those for her husband to go into remission.

 

He died just a week after their daughter was born. Julia Frances, after her grandma and daddy.

 

During his battle, she got interested in a more natural way to heal, without all the horrible side effects that his cancer treatment caused.

 

She needs a way to see to her child, once Frank’s life insurance runs out. As it is easier to get approval to use natural remedies on animals then humans, she starts there.

 

She and Geillis work together between feeding her daughter, to get some made. Claire the scientist/ worried mum, Geillis as her support and markting person.

 

They started out small with udder balm for Laird John Grey’s dairy cows. Then a fungus treatment for Laird Colum Mackenzie ‘s sheep. To get her colic treatment to be used by Laird Fraser for his horses would allow her to stop worrying about how to see to her child.

 

She needs to speak with him as one parent to another.

 

Bundling Julia Frances against the chill of the Scottish air, she places her in the car and heads towards Lallybroch Paddocks.

[ghoulsbian]

Do you have some general Mayu hcs? Our girl doesn't get the rep she deserves :3

yesss!! i sure do!!

• mayu is a collector of oddities (bones, preserved animals, etc.)... i think she goes to a specifically ghoul-owned oddity shop that sells human-centered oddities... like preserved organs/body parts and human bones and whatnot. they decorate her apartment.

• i personally headcanon her to be a transfem enby who uses she/it pronouns. she's also a lesbian and has known she's a lesbian for a long time. she takes particular pleasure in men's suffering bc she hates them lmaooo.

• she has a very unique sense of style. it's certainly alternative but i feel like it's a big mixture of all sorts of alternative subcultures. her favorite kind of clothing items are shoes and she has a sizable shoe collection. the majority are heeled or platformed. she does have a few pairs of flat sneakers i think, though.

• we know most of her victims are her dominatrix clients... i think she steals their watches, wedding rings and whatever's valuable off of them when she's done with them. she makes pretty decent money nowadays but it's a habit she picked up from when she first started out to make more money buy pawning them off. i think nowadays she keeps them more as trophies though, or she keeps them around in case she ends up poor again and needs to pawn them off to get some money to remain housed and whatnot lol. definitely steals their wallets and money still too.

• her nails are always neatly manicured and painted but she never gets acrylics for.... lesbian purposes.

• i think she is afraid of dogs because i feel like it's pretty implied that she was impoverished and/or homeless as a child, and i headcanon she had a nasty run in with dogs chasing her as a child that really traumatized her.

• she really enjoys metal, hardcore and punk music. she's a frequenter of local shows at her favorite venues. aside from when harvesting men's testicles, in the mosh pit is one of the times she feels the most alive.

• i think she is very artistic. art is her favorite way to express her emotions. i feel like painting is her preferred medium, but she also really likes collaging. she collects old magazines a lot to cut things out of them for her collages.

• she got rid all photos from her childhood. she hates that part of her life and wants any evidence of it ever happening destroyed. never opens up to anyone about it... until getting close with rize.

• her kagune bloomed pretty late!! i can't remember what age it's typical for ghouls' kagunes to present but hers happened after than typical time.

hope these will be good :3

[lilflowerpot]

Hey there Flower! I hope all is well with you and that you’re having a wonderful day💜 I wanted to send in an ask because I recently had this realization and did some research and found out that the act of crying is a “uniquely human trait”. This got me thinking if the galra cry too? Let me explain a bit, so as far as I know other animals are capable of shedding tears but it’s not an emotional response so much as there might be something wrong/in their eyes.

We’ve seen that alteans can cry! But I wonder about the galra because I don’t believe we’ve seen any of them cry (not even Krolia).

I wasn’t sure if you’ve been asked this before or not and I tried my best looking to see if you have but the only post I saw relating was about the differences in galra/human anatomy and it did mention their eyes!

So with this information…can galra cry as an emotional response? If they can’t, what’s their reaction to humans doing it?

(Also please correct me if I’m wrong for any of the statements I made! I’m also aware that you’ve mentioned before that we will be seeing “Lotor tears” in the future of LB but we could say that he’s able to cry because of his altean half?)

Okay so first of all I love you for diligently scouring my blog to see if I'd already answered this question (I have not) your consideration is greatly appreciated ♡

Secondly, while I was aware than humans are the only known organism that cry from emotion, and we do indeed know that Alteans can cry as proven by s1ep09, I hadn't really considered whether or not the galra are a species were in the same boat,,, only that Lotor himself has to be because not only did I have him become teary-eyed in the most recent chapter—

“Is that enough?” the question scrapes ragged and ruinous against the silence that surrounds them. “Truthfully,” the prince admits, “I do not know.” and, with a start, Keith realises that summer-sky eyes are near as glassy as his own, “Though, if anything is to be your downfall, would you not rather it be love?” - Little Blade, chapter 24

—but I have Plans™ for his future that demand it.

That being said, when I think about it, it really doesn't make an awful lot of sense for the galra to cry from emotion due to Daibazaal having been such an arid planet that any unnecessary loss of fluid would have been a distinct evolutionary weakness for them, and so would likely have been evolved out (if ever it was something they were capable of in the first place). This, of course, begs the question: what displays of sorrow/emotional distress do the galra have?

As a direct result of this ask, I've once again expanded upon my galra body language post, adding to the "bad noises" bullet point:

Though they cannot cry tears as humans do, the galra expression of grief is—according to those who've heard it—one of the most harrowing sounds in the known universe; the drehvi is a distinctly mournful vocalisation unique to the galra people, taking the form of a raw, guttural, bellowing wail that stems from deep within the chest cavity and can be heard from up to half a league away.

If you can imagine the noise a bear might make upon suffering a sudden but mortal wound, and that sound echoing across an otherwise silent valley devoid of all life,,, that would be the drehvi.

So........... on that not-at-all-heartbreaking note, you also asked for the galra reaction to humans crying, which I am going to keep much lighter (because I am internally weeping now goddammit) so I'd have to say it's likely a mixture of confused and alarmed, because the human is,,, leaking?? Are humans supposed to do that?? Their breathing has also become remarkably erratic and hiccupy which is almost certainly Not Good if they do not regulate their oxygen intake they will DIE because humans are SMALL and FRAGILE, but they are also not currently in a state to explain themselves nor how to help??

[blackmambaboobs]

TF2 Monster Mercs

So, I was thinking about the TF2 mercs as monsters/mythical creatures... Scout: Jackalope  -It’s known in the game that he’s called “Jackrabbit” by Engi and is known as the fastest member of the team.  -Rabbits are fast, can be skittish and alert (especially wild ones). -Jackalopes are from North American folklore, and seem harmless (though I’d imagine that their horns can do quite a bit of damage, like a buck). -Rabbits are good kickers because of their strong legs and are good at defending themselves despite the fact that they are prey to many animals. Spy: Matagot -It’s known in game and just in regular canon that Spy is seen as sly (AKA, being sneaky and tricky) and is hard to know which person he’s turned into. -He’d be a Fox Matagot.  -Matagots are from Southern France and can turn into multiple animals, but I feel a Fox fits him. -Foxes are amazing hunters, they’re quick and hard to catch and are known for causing trouble. Soldier: Sasquatch   -Soldier is a loud Guy and is violent when protecting his team, this is just a fact in canon and in game. -Sasquatches are commonly from North america and are said to be violent, smashing rocks on things to kill it and even yelling.  -And while Sasquatches are known to run away if needed, they will roar and/or act similar to a Gorilla to scare off prey. Sniper: PouKai -Sniper is known for being a Bushman, and being able to kill someone with good aim just from a single gun and being silent at it too. -He’d be a Poukai, why? Poukai’s are from New Zealand, they’re large man-eating birds and while they are considered mythical they may have actually existed at one point because of an actual extinct bird’s similarities.  -They’re like Eagles and are able to quickly kill and eat their prey silently.  Demoman: Kelpie -Demo’s known for his many bombs and somehow inability to not die despite the fact he is just a l c o h o l. And his disliking for Nessie. -He’d be a Kelpie for these reasons, 1: Kelpies are water spirits and while there are debates about it, it’s generally believed they lived near the Loch Ness Monster. and 2: Kelpies are known for tricking people by turning into a beautiful looking person (man or woman) and/or beautiful horse and then attacking that said person, even causing the Kelpie to be called the Devil because of it (honestly, gives me the vibes that Demo calls himself when he says he’s a monster because of his cyber eye).  Heavy: Leshy -Heavy, while known for carrying a big ass gun, is a big softie and doesn’t speak much, being kind and respectful to many people regardless of size and shape. -Leshy’s are in Russian and/or Polish origin, they are known to be masculine and said to be a forest spirit that watches the woods it protects. And while they seem evil, they tend to be quite nice depending on the Humans they meet. -This fits Heavy very well, he’s not mean at his core (literally a gentle giant). And he protects his team and family and friends, always making sure they’re safe. Medic: Nachzehrer -It’s known in game and in canon that Medic is a bit unstable and likes to experiment with different organs and such (animal or Human). He’s also known for making a deal with Satan himself in the comics. -In German folklore,  Nachzehrers are kinda a mixture of Vampires and Ghouls. They are also known for being related to sickness and disease (like a plague). They are often created in sad ways (Suicide, ETC), and eat either their own bodies or their family members.  -While I don’t believe Medic would ever eat someone (including himself),  Nachzehrers are also created because of sickness (it’s believed the first person that dies becomes one in most cases).  -Medic would honestly probably just eat random people, or at the very least, his enemies. Engineer: Goatman  -Engi’s known for his sentries and many PHDs and fast thinking. And because of this, is hard to get rid of.  -From Texas and other places, the Goatman is known for protecting bridges by attacking and/or scaring off people, especially at night, by either scratching (or just generally hurting) the person and/or making many terrifying noises. -They tend to be seen as the Devil because of their violent acts if you stay on his bridge for too long. Reminds me of the line “And you best hope... not pointed at you.” Pyro: Cockatrice -It’s known in game that Pyro is well, a pyromaniac and a bit weird. But they’re protective over their friends but seem unsettling to others especially with the mask they wear. -Cockatrices is a biblical beast, known for turning people they make eye contact with into stone and/or using fire breath.  -They are violent to Humans, though I’d imagine they’d be protective over their own kind and offspring. Note: I made these little headcanons of the mercs as monsters/mythical creatures based on where they’re from and what fits them personality and job-wise- The knowledge of these creatures are from my own research, so if I get anything wrong, I do apologize- If you have more info’ on these creatures (especially if they are from where you live), please educate me! I’d be happy to learn! :) 

[o-craven-canto]

The Vital Art

When the human species began to master the molecular machinery that underlay its own existence, the first applications were thoroughly practical. It eventually became simple to engineer viruses that, injected into one's bloodstream, would go hunting on their own for pathogens and cancerous cells, and destroy them instance by instance with a thoroughness and ruthlessness that would make an inquisitor shudder. It was not unheard, of course, that some of these viruses would escape control and become pathogens of their own, as any selfish mutant would necessarily enjoy an immense evolutionary advantage over its obedient brethren. But other waves of nano-cleaners would come to chastise the first, and it would be rare for more than one to rebel.

Bacteria and other such microbes would be tailor-made for all sorts of industrial applications. The cunning alchemies devised by four billion years of seething mutation and merciless selection could be gathered and placed together by the foresight of intelligence. Some would be sprayed over landfills and polluted rivers to break down plastic polymers, encase radioactive waste in glassy foam, strip polluting organochlorides of their flesh-warping powers. Others would swarm on metal structures and use the energy of sunlight to reverse the oxidation slowly eroding their beams; or sifted through mining waste to concentrate and purify metals. It was possible to translate any message into a sequence of nucleotides, and to store them safely in bacterial spores, packing terabytes of data in a droplet of water. All had been carefully crafted so that they could never survive within animal bodies.

Thence it was hardly a leap to cultivate animal and vegetal cells in aquaria and petri dishes. It became trivial to grow any tissue from a single cell; and soon later, authentic giant panda meat was no more expensive than chicken breast. The basest mixture of organic matter, down to dead leaves raked from a yard, could be liquefied into nutrient broth, and sown with the seeds of a feast worthy of royal courts. Rumors were heard of wealthy eccentrics dining on their own projected and multiplied flesh. (Conveniently enough, large swathes of humanity agreed that raising animals for meat was a moral outrage only a few years after synthetic meat had become cheap and satisfactory; though not large enough to prevent meat breeds from surviving as pampered status symbols in isolated regions of the planet.)

Bio-artists managed to grow whole functional organs out of stem cells; and then linked them with artificial nerves and guts and blood vessels, giving life to minimal creatures, networks of interconnected glands lying in a collection of petri dishes. These could turn food into colored secretions or pleasant scents, baring every step of the process to the gawkers. Miniaturized versions were later enclosed in a smooth carapace and sold as decorations, such as living lanterns that could produce a warm firefly light for a few drops of nutritive solution. Designing self-sustaining systems that could perform such functions on a spoonful of sugar became a common assignment for schoolchildren.

Some bioart companies released all-purpose "basic creatures" into which decorative organs could be plugged and exchanged at will, so that the same pulsing fleshsac could nourish a cluster of multi-colored lights one day, musk glands with the scent of lavander and pine resin the next, then a chitinous carillon or a battery-recharging orifice. Subcultures made a game out of the collection of functional organs. This resulted, for a while, in unpleasant exchanges of pathogens; and many owners found expensive organs swollen and oozing with infections. Specialized antibiotic vials became very quickly an indispensable accessory.

All the arts of the animal and vegetal kingdoms were repurposed for human enjoyment. Cephalopod skins were grafted onto the manufactured creatures, and stimulated electrically so that pigmented cells would expand or contract as commanded, serving as biological pixels to display pictures and videos. Swarms of fabricated insects danced in the sky in evanescent shrouds, painting streaks of light with the glow of their own bodies. Worm-like ribbons were wrapped around Christmas trees, or around columns and lampposts during public holidays, to fill the air with the colors of their photophores, or festive stridulations; artificial syringes and gular sacs modeled after tree frogs and siamangs to produce songs of staggering beauty and complexity, with an organic, animal quality that no mechanical instrument nor human voice could have produced.

Synthetic pets came into demand, offering more flattery of human biophilic instincts in lieu of the cleanliness and efficiency of pet robots. They were built at first in imitation of slugs and shrimps (without unpleasant secretions, and built to withstand the manipulation of impatient children), then of birds and mammals. Soft textures, pleasant sounds and smells, endearing features were agreed upon in bioaesthetic committees, endlessly simulated in virtual ontogenesis, and finally translated into proprietary genetic code and packed into a convenient egg. Clean and sexless they were made for families that would feed them daily with patented formulas; and others were made in less innocent places for less innocent purposes.

Brain-designing teams became accustomed to threading a very fine needle, creating minds that were developed enough to avoid most frustrations of pet-owning, without crossing the threshold that would grant them the same personhood and self-ownership granted in extremis to the last gorillas and elephants. Years of poring over the daedalus of neurons with the resources of industry and its hunger for results uncovered many secrets that would feed the next waves of the vital arts.

The following wonder was of course the return of recently extinct species, the delicate-hued passenger pigeon, the reptile-jawed Tasmanian wolf, the purple-cheeked orangutan. Century-old plans were fulfilled as ruddy herds of mammoths wandered once again the pale tundra, although they had to be relocated to a thawing Antarctica. Much clamor was raised by the announce of restored dinosaurs, which were later revealed to have been manufactured out of modified emus and hoazins. Still they enjoyed a great popularity, in increasingly bizarre forms, that eventually resembled more the drooling monsters of ancient movies than the breathing animals of the Mesozoic. They were joined by other false resurrections, the living effigies of clankering sea scorpions, wheezing proto-tetrapods, and gibbering australopithecines.

The orangutans enjoyed the greatest success of all resurrected creatures; they established a thriving population in the half-sunken ruins of a once-great megalopolis in Southeast Asia, whose surviving inhabitants had long since moved to floating swarms of pelagopoleis. For many decades the reborn apes could be sighted from the sea, sitting placidly under red shawls of fur, on the greening roofs and rusting pylons. Apparently jealous of their own new life, they disappeared quickly into the thickest brush, or into galleries believed to extend deep below the sea level of that time. Many fantastic conjectures were made about their secret existence, though nobody quite managed to probe it by force or deceit. Presumably, when the War came some three decades later, the resurrected orangutans fell for the second time into the chasm of extinction.

In the later phase, mammalian and even human brains were produced, some apparently capable of nervous activity. There were many ways to expose it to the world: in some cases it was translated into a musical codex; in others, the outer cortex was made translucent, and the flow of neurotransmitters could be seen as a warm-colored glow. A Museum of Qualia was briefly opened in a northern city, where one could experience the colors of distant longing, the textures of sexual rapture, the notes of filial love, and the taste of divine inspiration. It became simple, then, to induce the same sensations in natural brains, and make everyone into a poète maudit and a prophet of God.

Most synthetic brains were mercifully awash in endorphins for all their existence. But in one infamous case, a particularly mad artist had their farmed brain glow with neuronal activity in ways consistent with excruciating pain. The debates were fierce, on questions both of fact and moral, and after a few months the damned creature, if such it was, was disconnected from support and incinerated. Its luckier brethren followed it soon. The natural-born brains that had been stored and preserved in view of a future reanimation, which for the time trauma or decay had made impossible, were kept in storage as long as dutiful heirs or charitable organizations funded it, and not one minute longer.

This one scandal marked the zenith of popularity of the vital art, and from there it swiftly withdrew from public exaltation into the pockets of practicality -- food production, medicine, waste treatment -- where it could not be abandoned, and where people had long accepted it as normal and natural. People would still dine on vat-grown meat -- who but a savage would prefer another kind? -- and saved their loved ones from death with any necessary mean. But year after year, the breathing infrastructures were quietly dismantled or fell into disrepair, and the synthetic companions lost much of their appeal.

Many countries of the world banned the applications of the art that were not essential, and some of those that were. Quickly the wealth of volumes written on the manipulation of life became little more than a catalogue of past curiosities, a glimpse into the alien thoughts and values that so recently were the rule.

In the last few years before the War, new developments of the vital art only occurred in secret, in the laboratories of tyrants and revolutionaries, meant not for unscrupulous creation, but for exceedingly scrupulous destruction.

[ebbing-terror]

@cursedfortune

This was....Alot....

The air was filled with a cacophony of laughter and blaring music, the belting of singers and animals tearing through his ears. Every booth Junpei passed brought a new mixture of cloying aromas to his nose, each more sickening than the last and the kaleidoscope of colors dancing all around was bringing a deep ache to his eyes.

Yoshino could only chew on the toothpick left in his mouth from a sample that had been all but shoved down his throat just as he was saying 'no thanks.' It was a gross, greasy wad of he didn't know what but the greater mystery was why people were lining up for it.

It was too hot out...His feet were sore...He had been enduring this jubilant hell for hours...

This was a full assult on each and every one of his senses.

Lynn loved it.

Of course Junpei wasn't here of his own volition. Lynn had taken him by the arm and barreled right into the fair, a haphazard paradise. She liked the fried foods and marveled at the stunts, watching with eyes brimming with anticipation for something to go terribly wrong. She spent alot of time with the menagerie of animals, unsatisfied until she petted each and every one...Even the tigers...

Lynn had slipped her hands through the bars as the great cats slept and rubbed their backs, doing the same to the bears as she whispered promises of freedom.

At least she was having fun, and Junpei couldn't be entirely miserable seeing Lynn smile.

All this place was missing was some death- defying rides....He had to stop Lynn from getting her kicks by offering herself up to be strapped to a wheel, spun around, and have knives thrown at her...

It had been an eventful day to say the least, but if there was one thing he enjoyed it was definitely the bizarre exhibition.

Right as they entered the tent they were smothered by the pungent, stale odor of formaldehyde, the interior cluttered yet meticulously decorated with all sorts of oddities and trinkets luring in curious guests.

Lynn and Junpei had peered at the thick, yellowed jars containing various specimens of deformed animals. The sight of the unfortunate creatures saddened Lynn, the fact that some of the poor things had been killed just because they were strange or ugly- too beautiful to part with-...Cursed at birth.

Junpei rushed them deeper into the tent where dim latern lights brightened Lynn's spirits as she gazed upon human body parts.

Severed limbs, eyes, organs, bones, most people didn't make it this far... Lynn enthusiastically shook her friend, pointing at some gnarly pieces that enchanted her. Junpei could only sigh when Lynn swipped a few teeth for herself.

Then they neared the end of the exhibit where wild works of taxidermy were presented, chimera of all kinds towering around them. Lynn especially liked the ones crafted by unskilled hands.

They talked when they left, sharing the opinion how Mahito would fit right in a place like that, how he could be a one man freak show. The only trouble with that was very few people could see him. Oh well. Lynn could still put Mahito in a pickle jar and cherish her monstrosity.

Finally, the sun had began to wane and the skies were burning orange. As one crowd dwindled out another crept in. Junpei watched the intermission of time, sat in the breif stillness as he looked out over the feilds reaching into the forest, taking this moment while he had it, before the music got louder and alcohol started flowing.

It was already starting from the quiet end of the fair, Junpei could hear an uproar of laughter ushering in the adult's fun.

Realizing it had been far too long, he checked on Lynn, finding her doing her best to pick up a stout goat, looking to prove an old woman wrong.

....That should keep her busy for a while.

A breeze ghosted over his face and Junpei was refreshed by the cool air and the scent of grass. A hand came from his pocket to fix his bangs that had been gently whisped out of place.

It had been a few more moments. His eyes flew back to Lynn. She was still trying to pick up the goat. Good. She had it under the arms now, standing on it's back legs.

Maybe he had time to smoke. After the day he had Junpei needed a cigarette.

Just as his hand wrapped around the little box in his pocket his gaze had wandered to a quiet booth across the thoroughfare. And there it stayed.

Call it fate.

A passing glance had ensnared Junpei's attention, a humble, dull little stall that could easily be overlooked admist all the excitement...Maybe that's why he noticed it.

Ignored, tucked away, forgotten.

Maybe it was curiosity, generosity, anything other than pitty but whatever it was Junpei was pulled to the fortune booth where a woman waited with a sibylline smile. He had been looking elsewhere until he was close enough, not wanting there to be any mistake that she were the reason he approached.

Fortunes? Just one of the many ways humans tired to add excitement and meaning to their life. Happy, empty little lies to chase to the grave.

Whether that belief was his own or fruits of nihilism planted by Mahito was something Junpei couldn't be bothered to unravel.

One thing was for sure, though-

He definitely believed in curses.

Overall, Junpei chose to live his life in indifference, as well as he could, anyway. He always tried to act like he was above it all, beyond it all- afloat. But in reality he was drowning and his screams couldn't be heard, drug beneath by a monster he invited into his life.

He let go of the cigarettes in his pocket and hesitantly held out his palm to the woman running the stand, unsure.

"So....What do you see...?"

His voice was dull, playing along...But as silly as it was, having his 'fortune' read, something stirred in Junpei, telling him this wasn't a hoax.

Was the path of his fate really as engraned as the lines in his palms? Or could it be changed...? Even if he had to take a knife and carve out a new life for himself he would do it...Things weren't looking good lately...Junpei felt he was nearing his end....

Was this a laughable last-ditch effort to look for a way out...? To discover a hidden avenue to happiness, leading him to a way to get what he wanted the most, to take back what had been stolen..?

Was there any hope...?