#there’s also the bonus of ‘he’s none of the above BUT the fact that he’s the one cishet on the team is Very Funny’

[ct-hardcase]

looks like scout is shaping up to be one of those “they’re LGBT” “what, all at once?” characters but with different energy than the tumblr brand of this archetype is

[amphitriteswife]

Can you please write for Gun with a female reader who used to be his fiancé back in his yakuza days?.He somewhat used to care for her but he was always busy with fighting and gaining his father's approval. Reader is a soft and caring person, she always disliked violence and wanted to live a peaceful life so she requested him to break up with her. He agreed with her cause he didn't had any feelings for her back then. Then she left for Korea and now goes to J High. One day she met gun when he was crystal's bodyguard and gradually he falls in love with her after seeing how soft and kind she is towards him despite his personality. He tries to convince her to become his fiancé again. But she doesn't want to cause of all the bad things he did to so many people. (Bonus points if DG/Goo or any other character also falls in love her 💥)

Omggg yessss i totally see this. I hope i did this right since you’re my first request for Lookism😭🙏

Black and pink

Pairing: Jonggun x reader

Source: Lookism

Warnings: love triangle, break ups, gun’s past tbh.

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One could argue that your life without jonggun was way better and happier. He was handsome, strong, rich and most importantly: skilled. He was quite the catch. Despite his Korean name, he was half Japanese and born into the Yamazaki clan. A powerful family in Japan who had skilled members, and jonggun was considered one of them. You were his fiancée, the spotlight, the princess, the next equal who would marry him. The opinions were divided, one could say you were pitiful for marrying such a man. The other could say you should be grateful for even grazing his presence. And the other could say that they should’ve chosen someone else. Even though there was so much criticism and comments, there was one thing everyone could agree on: you had a lot of potential. His own family, well his mother and his uncle Shintaro, thought it was a good idea. Everyone had their opinions, yet no one regarded your feelings. Not your own family, not his, not Jonggun and most certainly the head of the Yamazaki clan. You expected Jonggun to be in the same boat and in a way he was. Yet he was too much for you. Too viscous. Too violent. Too cruel. Too chaotic. But what certainly was a deal breaker was the fact that he desired his father’s approval above anything else. It was quite stupid if you’ll be honest. He was chasing something so far and unreachable. It was unrealistic and because of that he also influenced your life as his fiancée. The many troubles and conflicts, the many challenges and arguments, the chaos and expectations. It was all too much. It interrupted the life you wanted for yourself. Even though you might have cared about him, it was time to put yourself and your own happiness first. That’s why you didn’t hesitate to break when you told him you didn’t want to be with him anymore. He himself agreed to it without many hesitation too, he didn’t see any need in continuing the relationship anyway. He found you too soft, too kind and too caring for his taste.

Now that you have moved past jonggun and being his fiancé, you found a new fresh start in Korea. Going to J-high and gradually having an overall positive life. You had made new friends at the high school, and the study you were doing was way easier than living up to all the rough expectations in the past. You were free. Free to make your own choices and who you interacted with. Coincidentally, you met a nice boy in your class named Daniel who had a very big friend group, the group always made you feel welcomed and didn’t judge you for anything.

One faithful day when you were meeting with the friend group, you met a girl named Crystal. She was very nice and pretty too. She disclosed to the friend group that she had a bodyguard who was going to tale her home. None of the people in the group, including you thought anything of it. He usually kept his distance and let Crystal do her own thing. Only when things turned bad did he intervene to beat someone’s ass who wanted to harm Crystal. He was very professional and often just kept quiet. You weren’t stupid and knew who it was, but kept it to yourself to avoid him as much as possible. Often you could find him staring at something, or to be specific: someone. But who are you to say anything? He was wearing sunglasses and it wasn’t like you were the only thing in his vision. Maybe he had his eyes on Crystal to make sure she was in no harm? It is his job after all.

A few days after meeting Crystal, Daniel offered to spent some time at the beach since the school year was ending in a few weeks. Daniel invited Crystal too since she is also a part of the friend group, what made you quite exited as Zoe and Mira really already had a whole plan with all the girls, and girls only. The boys however protested, excluding only some of them. Zack who immediately agreed and nodded his head along with Mira. Jay didn’t seem to care much and trusted his sister and not do anything irrational. Daniel only found it a pity, but didn’t seem to bothered and brushed it off as something normal.

During the day, the girls and boys eventually came together. Jay and Daniel were having a good time in the water, but accidentally splashed Crystal who scolded them. Zoe was standing with Jay’s sister and admiring Daniel’s shirtless body. Next to then was also Zack, who was gushing about Mira who gave him ice cream. They all seemed to be busy which gave you some time to yourself. It’s not like you hated hanging out, sometimes you just needed a break or to catch a breath. During one of the times you stepped away from the group to go to one of the bathrooms in the restaurants. On your way walking there you got a text message from a number you didn’t save just in case. ‘Hey. Let’s meet up in a little while. I managed to get some time off.’ Is what the text read. You thought for a moment to see if you would be free. Spending a little time wouldn’t hurt as you hadn’t seen him in a long time. It wasn’t too serious right now, but from his reaction and the fact he often kept in touch even with his busy schedule, he clearly was interested.

You were on the brink of texting him back before you felt a hand softly placed on your shoulder, despite the soft touch, the hand itself felt very rough. You turned your head a little to glance at the person behind you, only to find out it was none other than Jonggun park. Once again, life decided to play games with you by meeting a person you tried to move on from. You spun around and to face him and couldn’t help but breathe out an irritated sigh. Jonggun on the other hand had a neutral face, there wasn’t much to see aside from his lips anyway as he always wore a pair of sunglasses anyway. ‘Do you remember me?’ Is the first thing he asked you. It’s a stupid question since the you were pretty sure that you had recognized him from the start. You just nodded your head at his question, not wasting any of your breath on something so unnecessary, this made Jonggun chuckle a bit before his hand moved to your waist. He didn’t seem to care much about what you felt, but only what he felt. Typical for him. ‘Take me back.’ It was more a statement or a demand than a question. Before you could even give an answer ge explained to you about how he had observed you in the last few times you met up with Crystal. He told you how he loved you. He loves the way you seem so forgiving, so peaceful, you’re adoring happy smile, your kind nature and caring side. It’s all so appealing to him and it made him so intrigued. Funny isn’t it? He loves you for the same reasons he once pushed you away. It’s almost laughable.

‘Sorry. I’m already seeing someone.’ Is what you told him straight to the point. Jonggun could feel his face harden and his jaw clenching. You were seeing someone? Without even regarding how he felt about it? Why the hell were you even seeing someone in the first place? You should’ve only had eyes for him. He didn’t like it and it was easy to see on his face too. ‘You’re stupid. Telling me you love me? Go to hell. You once disliked me for the exact same reason you now tell me you love me for? Bullshit.’ This seemed to stun him a bit as he didn’t even say anything to you, probably to frozen because od your reasoning or the fact he was rejected in his life once again. Despite his stunned body language, you could still feel the hands on your hips which caused you to back off…that was until you bumped into someone. The chest of the person felt firm yet a little hard. Which was weird since this was a woman’s bathroom and the only man here was jonggun. Jonggun ok the other hand gritted his teeth at the person behind you and scoffed. ‘Looks like you had your chance hmm? Let’s not fight and make it a cliffhanger for the 3rd time.’

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The art of storytelling Act1

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“For you to pass this class you must tell me a story.”

The class chuckled at the teacher’s words but ceased as they saw the serious look on his face.

Araganath clasped his fingers as he looked at his students; the tips of his talons clicking against each other while his spider like eyes passed over the room. He was the only A’thulion at the institute and he used that to give himself an appearance of mystique. Students parted when he walked across the ceilings of halls even though he was well above them, dropped their discussions to hushed whispers as he approached, and most importantly to him lined up in droves to sign up for his class on “The Structure of Galactic Literature”.

The last bit he was rather fond of as not only did it insure his tenure but also hefted him a small bonus for each student that attended.

“What does the story have to be about?”

Araganath shrugged and waved his hands dismissively. “Any subject or theme is open; your main goal is to make me feel something. Do this and I will give you a passing grade for the entire year and you needn’t show up for another class; fail, and you will attend my class and learn the proper means of literary structure.”

This brought the desired bouts and whoops of excitement from his students as they prepared themselves for the challenge. Araganath smiled at this as he was about to deliver the “curve ball”, as they say.

“One last thing,” Araganath spoke as if just remembering, “you must tell me the story now; without any preparation or planning.”

The joyous smiles quickly faded from the students faces as they realized the trap he had laid. Many could no doubt tell a fantastical tale given enough time, but to give one on the spot? Many lacked the sharp wit and clarity of mind to concoct such a tale.

Motioned forward one at a time, the brave few that tried their luck were founding lacking.

“What good is a story if your character never faces any true peril? My offspring could do far better than that twaddle.”

“A sentient asteroid that loves to eat spaceships? Do I look like a child to you? Is this what you think entertains me?”

“Putting aside the fact you just made a justification for genocide, I will have you stay after class so we can have a word with the school director.”

Attempt after attempt was made and yet none could win over their unenthused teacher. His dozen eyes watched each as they spun their yarn and closed shut with disappointment. He never made them stop their story, he was fair enough to let them finish in their last chance to win him over, yet even with that extra rope all they did was hang themselves with one dimensional characters, painfully simplistic plot lines, and dreadful endings that left more answers than questions.

After about an hour only one potential challenger remained and stepped forward; a human transfer student by the name of Brian Craw.

 “This story is called “The wish and the snail”.” They began.

Araganath stifled a scoff but said nothing else as the student continued.

“In the far of desert of my homeworld called Earth some twenty thousand years ago, a man stumbled upon an ancient tomb filled with but a single treasure; a strange lamp of the purest gold resting atop a lone podium.”  

“The man went to the lamp and picked it up and rubbed it to make it shine when a gout of smoke emerged from the end. Falling backwards in surprise the man saw the smoke take form into the shape of a mighty Genie!”

“What is a Genie?” Araganath inquired.

“A being of immense magical power from my people’s folklore capable of granting any wish but at a terrible and often unforeseen cost.”

Araganath nodded for the student to continue now that his confusion had been dissipated.

“”Name any wish and I shall grant it!” the Genie spoke loudly. The man paused and thought about his options. He could wish to be free from this dessert, but he felt he could find his own way out if given another day. He could wish to be the richest man on the planet, but he could not carry his riches out of the dessert alone and if he brought others back there was no guarantee that they would not betray him.”

“Finally after much deliberating the man said “I wish to be immortal; to never feel pain or harm, to never age or feel the ravages of time, and to be free to live my life as I am now.”

“A great tempest swept into the tomb and surrounded the man in a vortex of thrashing winds. “YOUR WISH IS GRANTED” the genie boomed as an unearthly glow consumed the man. When the winds finally died down the man opened his eyes and felt as if he was a god. “You will be immortal till the end of time itself so long as your conditions are met.” “

“”Conditions?” the man asked.” The student said in a thick accent, ”What conditions?””

  “The genie pointed down to the ground in front of the man and now before him was a small snail. “You will remain immortal so long as this snail does not touch you.” The genie’s voice boomed. “It is immune from harm and like you is immortal. It will forever know where you are at any given time and always be seeking to touch you.””

“”That is all?” the man laughed. “I have nothing to fear then.””

“With that said the man climbed out of the tomb and looked out over the dry dessert. He took a moment look back down but could not see the genie anymore, only the snail slowly following after him.”

“This is your story?” Araganath inquired. “I would hardly call this a tale worthy of a free pass.”

“Because we have only finished act 1.” The student countered and

[koivoid]

so am I insane or am I insane

I have a new theory to share with you guys:

I am like 90% sure that Teacher is Teruko’s brother.

(sunlit-haru also made a cool analysis post about this theory here! Go read it, it’s great!)

firstly, their skins tones are extremely similar. As you can see from the image they’re very close, with Teruko’s skin tone being slightly warmer. Teacher is also closing his eyes in all of the appearances he’s made so far, which could be intentionally hiding more similarities they might have. (Same eye color, perhaps!) Another thing to note is that none of the drdtalt character’s names have been revealed, which could potentially confirm the connection between the two. Although, Teacher may have a different last name, but he could still be related to Teruko, as Teruko mentioned that her brother was adopted by another family; he could have taken his adoptive parents’ last names instead.

In the most recent QNA with the DRDTDev, they confirmed that Teruko’s favorite color is red, because of association.

Although this could be referring to Mai, it could also apply to Teacher, as red is one of the prominent colors in his color scheme.

And while I’m on the topic of Mai, Teacher’s appearance also parallels Mai’s. They both have red as their main “bright” color, and more importantly, their hair styles are similar. As shown in the image above, they both have hair sticking out on one side and a braid on the other. They also have similar bangs (the middle part) but that’s more of a stretch, as other DRDT characters have them too. Though I should mention, Teruko has these bangs too. In fact, her post-ch1 hairstyle looks pretty similar to Teacher’s, with the hair sticking out on the right.

now, you may ask, “why are you comparing Teacher to Mai?? What does this have to do with Teruko?”

You see, Teruko has flashbacks to two different people.

Of course, Teruko remembers Mai’s appearance. She even has a flashback of Mai smiling at her at the beginning of Chapter 1’s deadly life. But she doesn’t remember this mysterious “his”’s face at all. Mai seems to have been in Teruko’s life pretty recently, so she remembers her; but what about the other person? Surely she would remember everything about the only other person she cared about? Well. Perhaps she doesn’t remember him because she hasn’t seen him since she was, say, five years old? When he was adopted into a different family?

Then what about Hope’s Peak? After all, Teacher wears an ID from HPA. (Thanks to weightedblankettt for deciphering the text!) Min mentions a teacher in charge of the DRDT cast’s class in the bonus episode, and he’s also implied to be the receiver of this letter hidden on the DRDT website:

So if Teruko ever went to HPA, wouldn’t she recognize him?

She probably wouldn’t. She had prosopagnosia. She can’t recognize people by their faces. So there’s a very low chance that Teruko would recognize her brother whom she hasn’t seen in years.

In conclusion, Teacher is most likely the other person that Teruko struggles to remember. This would help explain the parallels between Mai and Teacher—the braids and the red in their color palettes—because they were the two most important people to Teruko. And of course, the only other person we know of that is significant to Teruko is her brother.

Now, in the end, this is all speculation, so take it with a grain of salt. I might be overthinking some of the above points, and Teacher and Teruko could have nothing in common. If I do end up being wrong, I’ll do art requests and draw whatever cursed things you guys want…

anyways, please do feel free to add onto this post! I’m sure there are some things I’ve missed. I’d love to hear other people’s interpretations!

[aquicat]

Ranking DB members on how moraly depraved they are!

(I'll be sticking to Skyrim here)

Liz: She's just a spider doing spider things, no evil here.

Shadowmere: same as above, but it is a horse from cold dark hell... so...

Nazir: Like I'm not even convinced he kills people. I'm pretty sure he just cooks and does the accounting. Like, did he come here by choice, or did they kidnap him?

Veezara: He pretends he feels no remorse, but he does, really. Afterall, while most DB members joined because they realised they liked killing people, Veezara was a shadow scale and essentially conscripted from birth. If that hadn't been the case, I think he could have been a good person.

Cicero: yeah he's a freak for violence, but he does feel bad about it on multiple occasions. Namely after killing the silk merchant's daughter in his journal (yes, he says that it's because he forfeited the bonus, but is that really it?) and also he outright says he feels bad about stabbing Veezara. On the other hand, he's, well, Cicero.

Astrid: though she routinely makes the wrong decisions, she always tries to do the right thing. She also had a very good reason for the first murder she committed. However, she was responsible for the stunt in the abandoned shack, which is just horrible, when you think about it.

Gabriella: she's evil, but not like, irl killer evil. More Maleficent type evil. Oh no! She kills unicorns! What will we do to stop her! However, unlike the others, she doesn't stand with any perticular set of values. She isn't especially loyal to Astrid, nor the Night Mother. I feel like she would freelance if she could.

Arnbjorn: Mate was so evil the corrupt AF companions kicked him out. Like, how?!

Festus Krex: ...who killed his wife for running a bath that was lukewarm instead of tepid. None of the others have been shown to turn so quickly on someone they care about, in fact, most of the others are downright loyal! Like, he has some great lines and the game would feel empty without him, but he is so, so evil. (Bonus depraved point: he likes to take tepid baths.)

[mikuni14]

Dead Friend Forever - Ep 12

My opinion about the finale: tl;dr I liked the finale, although the execution could have been better 😄

My dream ending (a bit delulu, a bit fairy-tale): they all get punished (no matter how, it could be death), Tan comes out of it all safe and sound, it turns out that Non survived and 1) for some reason he couldn't contact them 2 ) Non survived and helps Tan (with his knowledge or not), he is the Ninth Person. Bonus: White, after learning about Tee's sins, falls out of love and leaves the house with Tan hehehehehehehehe 🤭

My expectations for a story with revenge/justice for wrongs come down to the aspect of sin, punishment and redemption. And what I like most is the narrative that: if you drag someone else 1 meter through pain, you then have to crawl 2 meters through the same pain yourself. And only then apologize. And if you don't do it, you have to accept that someone could and would do it for you, when you least expect it, only this time they will drag you 10 meters throug pain and probably involve innocent people close to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And what I appreciate about The Glory and DFF is that they used this particular motif. Because isn't it true? If the boys had done what I mentioned above, that is, if they had acknowledged their sins, been punished and apologized, then NONE OF ALL OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. Because no, being sad is not a punishment, feeling guilty doesn't help Non, a late apology doesn't save Tan's family. Only decisive action and taking the consequences would have probably saved Non's family. And who knows, maybe it would have saved him too!

I really like what @befuddledcinnamonroll wrote about purgatory element in DFF. My littles addition: each of them committed a sin and would have avoided this fate if they had gone "through purgatory" and simply gone to Non's parents with information about him. None of them could do it, on the contrary, they kept lying about him. So Purgatory came to them and it brought its friend Hell with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Overall, I think hallucinations were a good solution under the circumstances. Because I believe that punished people should be aware of WHAT they are paying for. (that's why I don't like the fact that Por simply died as if in an accident, not aware of what is going on - although it could be seen as... taking away his chance to live his pampered, comfortable life.) Therefore, hallucinations are somehow a crash course in punishment lol If Jin, Phee and Tee stayed in this hallucination, that would also be ok, because it means that they will never be free from Non, who can randomly appear in the background at any time 😆 and they know it and have no way out of this situation. It's like a prison for them.

Random notes:

Fluke's visions and his eye gouging. Symbolic. Personally, I think he should survive in this condition.

Top should die as a service to the community.

Tee should survive and lose everything again, but this time more painfully, because White is probably a first thing that is all HIS. I think he, living after White's death, is *chef's kiss* (it would be even better if White hated him and dumped him for Tan). In general, I like the repeated motif: Tee didn't want to kill Non, he didn't want to kill White. No one cared about his wishes.

of course, I would like White to survive and become Tan's boyfriend, but I accept his death because it's in convention, like in Elm Street, Scream franchise, where innocent people died. I have a feeling that for White to survive, he would have to reject Tee in some way in order to be "rewarded" with life 🤔

so it was Jin who released this video… well, until the last moment I was sure that due to the different backgrounds of the laptops, it was someone else and Jin simply took the blame/ thought it was him because he was drunk. For me it made sense because he wanted to show this video to Non's boyfriend and not to everyone and I felt like he was drunk because someone else uploaded his video and Jin knew he screwed up. Ok, whatever. I liked his hallucinations the most. Jin must have seen what his actions did to Non and he must have been afraid of what would happen if it were him.

until the last moment I was counting on Phee working with Tan and I didn't want to judge his recent stupid antics. I must admit that I am disappointed *deep sigh* well…. Phee paid with his life because he wanted answers but showed no commitment. He could have just left the case, and instead he snitched on Tan to the enemy.. In the end, even Jin's confession didn't move him (that's why I was so convinced it was part of some plan). From Tan's perspective and the narrative, this amounts to betrayal, Phee betrayed Tan and Non and therefore had to be punished. (And shooting Tan when Phee couldn't shoot Tee knowing he got Non killed???? Bitch.)

I liked Phee and Jin's dynamic and was even rooting for them up to this point, as an interesting and potentially fucked up couple (especially if Phee was working with Tan all the time). Ultimately, their relationship turned out to be boring and banal.

The absolute winner of this series was Tan, he is the perfect hero, loved by the masses for his absolute dedication to the cause. He has a clearly defined goal and is working towards it, even if others and him pay for it. We may discuss this character's morality, but we cannot deny his unconditional commitment. And that just appeals to people. And that was what Non needed and never got. Tan sold his own soul to the masked blorbo devil to avenge Non and therefore the narrative shows him as the only one worthy of "saying goodbye" to Non, whom Non thanks. Because each of the characters, including those who should have helped him, i.e. parents, teachers and the police, as well as "friends" and "good boy Jin", in the end always found some excuse not to help him, there was always something standing in the way. For Tan, money (which he stole from his parents), law, social status, social norms, his own life and future did not matter. And that's why he could die without remorse (if he did, which I doubt).

What I didn't like, plot holes, mistakes:

what was it about the mafia uncle and his death? was this a very important to the plot character who just… died off-screen? Likewise, Perth's character, the woman who was investigating the gang… what about them?

an ax left outside, the camera pans over it, suggesting that it is important to the story. What for?

the first scene in the series with Jin and Non running away from the masked blorbo? where did it come from?

who was the 9th person?

did Tan really do everything himself? like the wire? we only know this from Phee's stories...

......who knew things he couldn't have known. I thought it was all part of his plan with Tan, but since we now know it wasn't, how did he know about the wire? about the poisoned and hypnotized Top? A GIANT PLOT HOLE.

total fuck up with clothes. For example, Non appears in visions wearing the shirt he died in, which no one but Tee could have seen him in

the clothes of the masked blorbo fighting Tan and Tee were different than those of Top

complete lack of White's history, which makes it unclear where his visions came from. Who is he (also, who is Top?)

what is actually real? As I mentioned, I don't like open, ambiguous endings

and most importantly: NON'S BODY WAS NOT FOUND, it was not buried with the respect, no one cried at his funeral. There is no one who remembers him. That's part of why I wanted Tan to survive. That there would be someone who would remember Non and remember him with tenderness and love. Non deserved at least this!!!

If you think about it, the ending itself is just funny and very old school. It immediately reminded me of the nightmare from Elm Street and Final Destination, when everyone thinks everything is ok, and then oops 💀

What has always surprised me in part of the fandom and creators is the equation of actors with characters and the making the entire series about the branding couples. It seems to me that DFF was losing because of this, forcing couples which was completely unnecessary, which in the end affected the quality of the story. In addition, the actors were criticized for the actions of the characters they played and even had to explain them, which is another level of bullshit to which fans can stoop.

Overall, I rate DFF highly. This is a really great series, the actors are GREAT, the series didn't fuck around, it just showed the brutal reality, it wasn't afraid of gore, bold sex scenes, or problematic topics. It wasn't afraid to kill most of the characters either. As a theoretically BL series, it paved new paths and crossed new boundaries. The ending could have been done differently, but I still liked it. Regardless, I rate it 9/10 💖

Remember, it's about THEM:

You will be in my heart forever, King 💖

[glitchy-creations]

I caved and made a Hazbin Hotel oc 🫣

Say hello to Belladonna, aka the Trickster Demon!

Credit to @cheseely for this lovely fanart they made that I referenced for the pose! I’m not familiar with the character, but I was really vibing with their art style ���💕

(More info and bonus doodle under the cut)

So just a couple little things about Bella I'm going to add before I get into her background and such:

Bella is cisgender and uses she/her pronouns

She is also Demiromantic Asexual and is in a QueerPlatonic relationship with Alastor.

Bella is an overlord in Hell but doesn't often attend meetings b/c she can't stand Valentino

Bella runs a section of territory called “Sin Row” which is essentially a large entertainment district. The businesses in the strip range from speakeasies to host/hostess clubs to bars and more. It’s also comprised of both modern and “old-timey” spots likely to attract more customers.

She favours hard liquors like whisky and bourbon, though seems to only like bottles that have reached their peak age (12 years for Whiskey, 15 years for Bourbon). She also appears to enjoy red wine.

When alive, Bella's family were known bootleggers, as they lived during the prohibition, though Bella seems to dislike alcohol that has been diluted, even when she was alive.

Bella’s nickname comes from the fact that she was notorious for lacing food and drinks with a potential mixture of deadly nightshade to eliminate enemies. Ironically, Bella would die by being poisoned.

In life, Belladonna’s name was Allegra Falcone and was the only child of a New York Mafia leader in the 1920’s however, she died before the peak years of Mafia activity. She came from an Italian-American family who lived in and worked out of Brooklyn, New York.

While Bella’s father technically ran the group, many would say Bella was the one who pulled the strings. Bella is a very intelligent, sly, and calculating person which lead to her father often times listening to Bella’s suggestions above anyones. This is mainly because she’s proven that her plans not only work but are good for the families reputation. It’s rare that any of her plans backfired or cast the family in a bad light. Bella is also definitely a daddy’s girl, having been a lot closer to her father in life than to her mother. Bella, however, doesn’t act spoiled or bratty like your typical daddy’s girl; I imagine her father valued hard work and despite spoiling Bella from time to time, he still tried to instil the value of hard work into his daughter.

As Bella's father got up in age, Bella would often take over as a makeshift leader. because of her closeness with her father, none of the other mobsters questioned this. However, some would say that Bella was manipulating her father for a long time so that she would one day be chosen to take over the crime family when her father eventually passed. This would lead to her being called a "fox" due to her sly personality and intelligence. Bella also had an overall mischievous and playful personality which played into her being likened to a fox. This is also why her demon form is based on a fox rather than a spider, like Angel and his family.

In life and in death Bella and Alastor are good friends. Bella would visit New Orleans at least once or twice a year (sometimes more depending on how busy she is) to spend time with Al. I imagine they would go out drinking together when Bella would visit, likely visiting Mimzy’s club more often than not. They also have a lot of similar interests such as enjoying jazz, dancing, hard liquor, cooking, etc.

I also have this stupid little headcanon that Alastor was the Axeman of New Orleans (check out this post for more) before changing his MO and I imagine that’s how they first met in person. Bella would have known of Alastor through his radio show which Bella often listened to, however she only knew of his name.

Ngl, Bella was just in a silly goofy mood when she decided she wanted to go to a town that had an active murderer walking around just to meet her favourite radio host 🤷🏻. Bella absolutely finds the Axeman letter really funny because of how it’s worded and she likes to tease Alastor about it. She doesn’t do it constantly, but if she can make a reference to it somehow she will.

I should also mention that while they were both alive, Belladonna was only a year or two younger than Alastor. However, Belladonna died six years prior Alastor so there is now a larger age gap between them.

Similar to Alastor, Belladonna isn’t a huge fan of modern technology. However, she doesn’t seem to despise it like Alastor does likely because the entertainment district under her control includes very modern establishments. The more modern the club/bar/arcade/etc the more necessary modern technology becomes. Bella will admit that she doesn’t really understand it, and outside of the modern locations, she doesn’t put technology in the places like speakeasies. The closest thing to “modern tech” that she has at these places are security cameras. The club that she personally operates and uses as her base of operations has security cameras alongside a panel of tv’s connected to the cameras so she can monitor things but that’s about it. Bella also owns a smartphone at the suggestion of one of her employees, however she doesn’t really know how to use it. Angel has shown her how to text, take photos, and make phone calls with it, but Bella is uninterested in social media. She literally just uses her smartphone to call people and take pictures 🤧. She does have people who have been hired specifically to make sure all the modern tech is working right and is up to date.

Aside from valuing hard work, Bella views promises very highly. She despises promises breakers and has been known to never break a promise herself. Because she takes promises very seriously, punishments to breaking one are severe especially if one were to break a promise made directly to Belladonna. This is tied directly with her death, as she was poisoned by someone who promised their loyalty to her only to betray her later.

Belladonna’s general personality is very laidback and fun-loving. I imagine her personality is somewhere between Lucifers and Rosie’s; she’s not quite as theatrical and silly as Lucifer but she does have a mischievous side. Bella enjoys joking around with others and often shows her affection through light hearted teasing. Aside from teasing Alastor, Bella has teased Angel for his thin figure while offering him something to eat (this was a one time joke). She also has a love for slight-of-hand/stage magic, being much more impressed by a simple card trick than by actual feats of magic. Husk has used slight-of-hand magic tricks to cheer up Belladonna in the past because he knows she enjoys it.

Likewise, Bella has a soft spot for children and has a motherly side to her. She currently has a young hellhound in her care and has been known to include places like arcades and themed restaurants into her territory to appeal to a younger audience. She’s also really good when it comes to respecting people’s boundaries (with the occasional exception). The biggest example is with Alastor. Bella can be a physically affectionate person -typically touching someone in some way or just standing near people she cares about- but she also knows that Alastor doesn’t like to be touched unless he’s initiated it. Because of this, she often waits for Al to welcome or initiate any sort of physical affection before touching him. She’s usually really good about this, however should she get excited (such as when she saw Alastor after his 7 year “sabbatical”) she may act more impulsively and hug Alastor without thinking first. I imagine that because they’ve been friends for so long and Alastor knows Belladonna is just happy to see him, he doesn’t mind all that much.

She’s also a very welcoming woman and seems to judge people as individuals rather than who they associate with. She was originally wary of Angel due to his association with Valentino, however it didn’t last long after seeing how much he also hates Val. I’m talking, within the same interaction Bella went from being wary of Angel to becoming very caring of him. Bella has even told Angel that, should he need to get away from Val, he is more than welcome to stay within her territory as Valentino is permanently banned from entering the strip.

She also seems to be rather neutral about Hell’s hierarchy. Aside from her having a young hellhound in her care, I imagine she does business outside of the Pride ring such as getting Beelzejuice (and perhaps other alcoholic beverages) from the Gluttony Ring or ordering toys and such from Lust to be used in her clubs. Because of this I imagine she employs both hellborn demons and sinners to work for her directly or in her businesses that way if she needs something from another ring she has people who can leave Pride. She typically hires hellhounds as bouncers, however, they are also hired to take over other jobs where they’re needed (ie. Bartenders, hosts/hostesses, managers, etc). Similarly, Succubi and even Imps can be found holding any working position in any of the establishments throughout Sin Row according to what spots need to be filled. Overall, as long as they are willing to work and aren’t causing trouble, Belladonna couldn’t care less where a demon sits in the hierarchy; she’ll hire whoever she thinks fits the position. She’s also known to treat all of her employees well, making sure they’re paid well, are respected, and have whatever they need.

The only jobs she’s more strick about filling are the spots directly under her within her mafia family. While her normal employees have the Mafia’s protection, they aren’t necessarily considered part of the family and they don’t have to sell their souls to Bella to work for her. The primary members are those who were part of the Falcone family while they were alive, those who have proven their loyalty to Bella, and the souls she currently owns through deals she’s made. Again, no matter what position they hold in the family, Belladonna treats everyone with respect unless they’ve done something to cross her.

Following that; Belladonna is typically an even tempered woman, however when angered she can become explosive. Bella’s club has a large picture window (you know, those windows that replace an outer wall) next to the front doors that have since been set with reinforced glass because she’s thrown tables through it when angry. During the Overlord meeting about the extermination (one of the few meetings Bella went to), Carmilla was relieved that she didn’t have to worry about Bella causing collateral damage as Valentino was not present.

In addition to her explosive temper, Belladonna can hold a nasty grudge. Valentino is the biggest example as Bella can’t stand to hear his name let alone be in the same room as him. I imagine, before his ban, Val would try to recruit Bella’d workers. But with Val being Val, he would become aggressive and violent when he was rejected by whoever he was trying to recruit which would obviously piss off Belladonna. She eventually got sick of the assaults and after a particularly nasty incident Bella permanently banned Valentino from her territory. Even to this day she can’t stand Valentino. In short; Valentino is to Belladonna as Vox is to Alastor.

Given that Helluva Boss and Hazbin are in the same universe, I wouldn’t be surprised if Belladonna and Crimson have some kind of rivalry or animosity going on between them. I can’t think of a specific reason they would dislike each other aside from them having a traditional mafia family rivalry. Or perhaps Bella dislikes Crimson as a person given he’s pretty chauvinistic and sexists; there’s likely been some incident between them where Crimson was sexists and he majorly offended Belladonna. Maybe he said something along the lines of not believing Bella could be an overlord or be in charge of so many crime organisations (I imagine a lot of her deals were done with other mafia families or smaller gangs) because she’s a woman.

This got longer than I originally planned so here’s a little drawing I did of Alastor and Belladonna’s matching pun mugs 💕 I might post more about Bella on my main blog ( @glitchy-anime-fan ) for the sake of keeping my blogs consistent, but here’s what I have on Bella for now!

[onthewaytosomewhere]

WIP Acrostic Game

ok - so i got a few tags for this over the weekend (and i do luv me a tag game) so i have multiple words for it luckily some of those words share letters - so they'll also share sentences - in THE ONLY FIC I'M OPENNG TODAY - BCUZ IT NEEDS TO BE FINISHED LOLZ (the were/vamp coffee shop (with bonus soulmates that snuck up on me) fic) - also hoping this will make me get ready to whip the words out for this thing lolz

💚thanks bunches for the tags @cha-melodius @caterpills @tailsbeth-writes @fullerthanskippy @anincompletelist

@littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes @sophie1973 @stellarmeadow

HUGE OPEN TAG TO ANYONE WHO MAY NOT HAVE ALREADY DONE THIS OVER THE WEEKEND (and a few tags under the cut for a few peeps just in case lolz)

Rules: From your story/WIP, find sentences that start with each letter of the given word. (oops i forgot the rules lolz)

MY WORD(S): BOLT, PACE, FORK, FIRST, RUSH, FAME, FANG, RINGS - YOUR WORD: SHOP

B -Before becoming one himself, his only contact with any of them had been his sister, June, and her wife, Nora. O -Only a few months in, he has an established overnight rotation of regulars, and they all help each other navigate life in the city. L -Let’s just say that my last case was against some fuckwad werewolf fratboys who had beaten my client, and I realized I wasn’t above a little vigilante justice if they hadn’t been found guilty. T - To this day, he’s afraid that if that hadn’t been the case, he might not have been able to fight the urge to get justice of his own for her. (the fact that there's 2 sentences about this from 2 different parts makes me giggle lolz)

P - Please forget I said that. A - Alex, sometimes, on slow nights, finds himself drawn to just standing behind the counter and watching as Henry is engrossed in what he’s working on that night. C - Completing the bond does not actually require ‘third-date activities’ if you so choose. E - Either way, he feels as if they’re one—as if they’re not separate beings but two parts of one whole.

F - From what we were told when we had you checked out, the fact that you’re a werewolf is the only reason you are alive currently. O - SEE ABOVE R -Raf understands as a lycan himself, but having been born one, he has more control, not just from the years of experience. K - NONE

F - SEE ABOVE I - I was here in this club, and there was this guy … R - SEE ABOVE S - So, while the sign reads ‘closed’ after 9 pm, you can say that is when the real “nightlife” happens. T - SEE ABOVE

R - SEE ABOVE U - Unfortunately, what Liam told you about my family and their messed-up rules about claiming vamps we sire is true S - SEE ABOVE H - He hates to think about it, but he still wonders if the realization hadn’t happened if he might still be working his way to partner in Raf’s law firm.

F - SEE ABOVE A - SEE ABOVE M - Might as well get a jump on making sure everything is ready for Nora and the morning crowd, as it looks like this will be one of his slower nights. E - SEE ABOVE

F - SEE ABOVE A - SEE ABOVE N - Nora thinks the irony that Alex’s big bi-revelation leads to him being turned means something. G - Granted, some of it he ‘overhears’ due to enhanced senses, but anything too sensitive, he’s learned to keep to himself.

R - SEE ABOVE I - SEE ABOVE N - SEE ABOVE G - SEE ABOVE S - So he waits for Henry to speak again, letting the silence hang between them. (this letter was already used as well but i felt bad this word had no sentences lolz)

💚tag ur it!! @adreamareads @typicalopposite @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @thinkof-england @piratefalls

@priincebutt @judasofsuburbia @suseagull04

just in case you didn't already do this!! 😘💚

now i'm off to switch the laundry and finish this thing lolz

[yurislotusgarden]

Heya Yuri! How are you doing? For the Christmas fluff prompts, can I please request number 10 with Sigma and a gender neutral reader? I can imagine Cotton being really freaked out by seeing snow for the first time so darling reader decides to... absolutely capitalize on this and pelt him with snowballs until he's giggling and shivering from the cold LOL-

Bonus: You know how Sigma wears lots of layers? (Like damn, a long coat, a dress-shirt + tie, and a whole-ass turtleneck XD). Reader 100% dropped snow down Sigma's turtleneck just to see him jump and scream, just saying, it's a canon event XD.

ʚїɞ Throwing snow under clothes is such a dirty move. I love it

ʚїɞ Sigma x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 841

ʚїɞ The event

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, is not specified

ʚїɞ This is placed in his first year of damn existing, reader is a friend, the casino is above the clouds so there shouldn't be any snow even see up there but let's say that for this the casino was floating lower (?)

ʚїɞ Hey anon! I'm doing great, thank you very much for asking. Hope your day is going/will go well depending on when you read this :D

A person could be seen looking over at the bi-color-haired man as he let out a small scream, breaking the comfortable silence hanging over them in the man's office.

“Did something ha-”

“What is that?!”

You let out a confused hum at seeing Sigma pointing at something out the window.

“There's nothing to scream about?” You spoke confused. The only thing that can be seen outside besides the usual view is-

“What's that white thing?”

“‘White thing’? You mean the snow?”

“That’s snow?!”

Oh

Somehow, it never crossed your mind that Sigma has probably never seen snow before. 

“Yes, that's snow, cotton.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Never.”

With a teasing smile after the small usual banter, you got an idea that you were sure Sigma would agree to…

“Wanna go out and feel the snow?”

“Are you crazy?”

…One way or another.

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“WHY IS IT SO COLD?!”

A laugh could be heard nearby. You just stared and didn't dare to say anything but encourage the bi-colored-haired man as he reached out to touch the snow-covered rocks. It's always way more fun to see him acting like the complete opposite of what people know as the owner of the casino, you would even say that it's kind of a privilege to see that side of him being shown so easily around you.

“Don't laugh! Why did you tell me to touch it?!”

“I didn't tell you to do anything, I only lightly encouraged you.”

“You're the reason why I'm even outside!”

“Your point?”

Sigma could only sigh before getting lost in thought. Why did you even want to go out? It was so damn cold, everywhere he looked he could see mostly white, the fact that the two of you went to a place with no people was the only thing he was grateful for. He should try to get an answer someway soon-

“WHA THE-”

Sigma got forcefully snapped out of his thoughts upon feeling something softly, his mind supplied hitting his back *twice* if he counted the time that he got hit when turning around, just to see you with something in your hand. 

Wait is that-

He had no time to think when he tried to dodge yet another snowball that, he now realized, was being thrown by you.

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Sigma had to literally hide behind anything in the vicinity soon enough as he realized that fighting back with his own snowballs was useless when you had a literal army of them and he was also slow at making them. 

He had no idea when and how did you even made all of them. Was he out of it for so long or were you someone that makes snowballs really fast? He had no idea nor time to wonder as you moved closer to him again and he had to run, Sigma was already covered in snow from all the hits he took. He really should stop laughing to himself and making it easier to find him again and again, shouldn't he?

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White.

That was one word to describe the bi-colored-haired man when looking at him. Sigma was covered in snow, now trying to shake it off with a small grin as he couldn’t stop smiling after all the laughing for the past 20 or so minutes, as you finally stopped attacking him with a million snowballs, he swore it felt personal for some reason but even though you stopped, he still decided to keep an eye on you.

At the moment, you seemed to be just having a little bit of fun while waiting for him by scooping up snow and letting it fall back to the ground. He deemed it safe enough to look away for now since you seemed to be occupied with your own thing and not planning anything.

Little did he know that it was a grave mistake.

Should he try getting back at you? But how would he do it when he would obviously lose in another snowball fight? Maybe he should try and beat you in making the thing called ‘a snowman’, if he remembers the name correctly, but wouldn't you be better at it due to experience? What if he-

Due to his racing thoughts, Sigma failed to notice that you were getting closer and closer to him.

His train of thought was broken upon feeling something incredibly cold sliding down his back, worse, he realized in a second that it was under his goddamn clothes.

You wished you had recorded the situation as the shriek that the casino owner let out before trying to get the snow out from under his clothes was something you wished to show to Nikolai. Another thing to tease Sigma over was going onto the list.

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“I am never going out with you into the snow again.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?!”

“I mean why, like why don't want to?”

“You're unbelievable.”

“I'm trying, thank you.”

Looking at the fact that Sigma didn't seem too mad about it, you decided you are definitely doing it again.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated

Masterlist

[ms-scarletwings]

Every Dredge Aberration (2023), Bonus II

A beastly lord slinks through cavern and cliff. He slugs through earth and time and the wind joins his bellow before he returns to his recluse. Eventually, a pestilent sound rouses him from his burrow. There is an interloper above his halls, and they will know his wrath. No trespass evades his infernal gaze, and no vessel escapes his collection. Well, maybe all but one. “Serpent” they call the cliffs’ master, a name which lends the mind to instance threads of devilry and epic mythos. Such analogies are definitely not inappropriate for the giant aberration that stalks the Gale Cliffs. For two decades, he has patrolled and altered their passageways with slow lurch, one burning coal of an eye scanning for food or foe. Armed with strength to grind through rocksides, petrified scales, and a toothed maw fit to cleave through the largest of the world’s mammals, not even the seasoned whalers of the region play challenge to this monster. No mere fisherman could hope to test his ire and return unscathed…none, save the very man who may have indirectly led to its birth.

Hatched in the Hollow

Unlike the hostile angler of the previous area, the Gale Serpent has had no shadow of mystery set over its creation. Originally approaching this, and gathering information, I assumed I was to theorize some horrible mutation of a local fish gone awry, as I did with the Marrows Angler. The conger eel aberration was of special interest for demonstrating the ability of the Entity’s corruption to transform flesh to crystal and rock. Howbeit, there is an obelisk to the Southeast corner of the Gale Cliffs which flips this original hunch completely around. The Serpent, in fact, was not life turned to stone, but lifeless rock given soul.

All it had taken was for the crimson sorcery to seep into a deep crevice, as it is adept to, far down into the hearth of the very mountains themselves until this great eel had breached through- The wyrm, sculpted my malice, and animated by a dark energy, is in fact the one behind the detriment of the settlements around its home. Its tunneling through the underwater crags was named as causing the collapse of an entire village, which also coincided with the disappearance of the whales that the neighboring town so relied on for a thriving industry. Stories told of both corroborate that, like all strange occurrence fanning out from The Marrows, the serpent’s creation was spurred by someone dredging up the Book of the Deep. This would put the age of the beast at 20 some odd years, likely the same as the other nightmares of the major islands. In all of that time, the Serpent has in turn sculpted the cliffs into a proper domain for his liking. One that all but the well-prepared and bold dare encroach upon.

A Dragon of the Depths

The concept of the Gale Cliff’s snake would appear delightfully inspired from a great shadow of the horrors thought of by men. From the biblical leviathan, to coiling Jormundgandr, to the many aquatic wyrms of Greek tales, the sea serpent has been a subject repeated through vast swaths of oceanic legend. Where landlubbers dreamed of great scaled predators that ruled the skies and earth, there were likewise the dragons of the seamen’s paranoia, equally as tenacious and fearsome. Through the power of the Deep, these fears were brought to reality in this massive eel. His length alone dwarves the fisherman’s boat by about 5 or 6 times, and his bite is twice as punishing as the Night Angler’s. With the whales he once feasted on no longer in range of his hunting ground, he’s more than willing to make meal of the pirates and sailors that are brave enough to return. Though having no use for human trinkets, he greedily drags our treasures down to keep in his lair, and he turns quick rage to those who venture to plunder his burrow. Like so many of the terrible dragons of men’s tales, he guards his hoard, he devours the livelihood of those living too close, and he lives in a labyrinth of his own design.

Tactics

Several factors about the Serpent make him a far less avoidable threat than the Angler, and many investigating the cliffs for the first time will learn this the hard way. Even still, he is far from an inevitable threat to one’s journey. For one, the light of day provides no protection from his attacks as can be expected in The Marrows. The serpent listens for visitors in the narrow wind tunnels between the mountains at all times. By the time he emerges from the cliffs, he has already began to hone in on the ship, making silence or shutting off the lights to hide a useless action. There is an amount of predictability to his charge, if one pays attention to the rockwalls throughout the Gale cliffs. There are a number of visible, gaping tunnels beneath the waterline, where he will reliably emerge from, or retreat into. Avoid passing directly by or over one of these if a quake begins. The landslides and shaking rumble are the telltale sign that he is both awake and hunting you. While he behaves no differently at night, the fog and its own effects make encounters with him all the more dangerous. The sudden rocks that will appear at high panic can slow down an escape or even present their own lethal threat. All except for his hateful eye, the fog makes him more difficult to spot at a distance, lending an even more sinister appearance to the monster in the darkness.

Another way to tell if one is being pursued is attention to the red tinge that will increasingly encroach on their vision. Its intensity can serve as an indicator of how closely he is approaching as well as a warning to quickly stop any fishing/dredging activity in order to make a getaway. As far as speed is concerned, it is the single weakness of the Serpent; this makes an upgraded engine or the use of the words of Haste most key in evading his attacks. Even a slower vessel might be able to corner him sharply enough for a near miss, but distance will be the greatest shield. Banishing words, when available, can also serve as a reliable deterrent.

Interestingly, the Serpent’s eye only opens when he is in a hostile state. If slinking away, or passive, it will remain closed.

The Serpent is such a sluggish swimmer, indeed, that any vessel with a base speed of 40 knots or more does not have much to fear from him even without the use of the book’s spells. Of course, it becomes no less important to still carefully navigate the passageways it will be traveling through. The maze of the cliffs and their frequent waterspouts make a panicked dash unfeasible, especially for boats possessing a weak hull integrity. In time, though, this mighty aberration will be left treading behind as the one before it.

[sam-spam-ham]

fond of horror/action games where you’re just a regular person and there’s a massive unexplained eldritch or cosmic like horror that you have to take on. that or it’s something that is particularly normal but it’s portrayed in such a way that it’s shown as an unknown horror

bonus points there being no proper way to get out alive, either because the threat could spread or it’s too way to escape the threat without losing a part of you

resident evil seven and eight has this element pretty good in my opinion. the first one really portrays that horror element of the mold spreading, only elevated in my opinion once your point of view switches from ethan to mia on the boat. eighth continues on but with this idea that there is no way out for ethan. like the above while ethan is in control he lost a part of himself. he died to the mold, came back because of the mold, and continued to exist because of it. he was already dying because miranda ripped his heart out, so to stop her (and provide safety to rose), he took it down with him

the first game i’ve played that had this was darkwood. darkwood is a game about an unkown plague causing strange growth within a community and the surrounding forests, leading to the government trapping them in an area. they would send investigation teams to go in and observe the people within the growth, which has grown rapidly causing growth within the trees. the protagonist was one of these investigators, but got captured, later rescued, and then escaped. the thing behind all this is simply the Being, and the protagonist can either succumb to being controlled by it as they seek to escape, or realize what’s happening and burn the Being

the game that sparked this thought though was slimecicle playing through Still Wakes The Deep. the fact that none of what happened is truly explained, and the protagonists eventual realization there’s no getting out but he can protect his daughters on land, was terrific. the setting, the oil rig, also changes every time the protagonist caz changes location

anyway that’s all just fascinated by the use of eldritch and cosmic horrors on characters and worlds where the best course of action is to ensure it doesn’t spread

[onemoregayapollokid]

Hi love! I loved what you did with the request about Wilyss their first kid! Could I put in two other requests? 1. When Alyss is pregnant with their second child, a new tradition enrolls: every time the Treaty's have a baby on the way, the kid(s) spend the night at Grandpa Halt and Grandma Pauline's place. Grandpa Halt! and akward kiddo questions pop up. Bonus: Pauline pestering her husband with the fact that he absolutely loves to be a grandfather. 2. While on the battlefield, Will gets mortally wounded while saving Madelyn. As he lays heavily wounded in the infirmary tent, Maddie is hysterical and out of her mind, but Halt hears Will whisper a name. "Alyss"... Will he live or not? Will Alyss welcome him in the afterlife or kick his ass back to the living? Surprise me ;)

Here is the second request! I'm gonna be honest, I rewrote this fic 4 times before finding a version that worked. It's not my favorite thing I wrote, but hopefully, you like it!

Fragile Bonds:

Word count: 2.3K

Cassandra sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. She had spent hours bent over the recreation map, ordering troop movement, attacks and counter attack,  reading the casualty reports that came in every few minutes. Her advisors did their best to take the stress off their Queens shoulders but the one thing that would relieve her stress was one thing no one could give her. She felt eyes on her and knew without looking up who had entered the tent. 

“ Gentlemen and Ladies, “ Cassandra instructed, “ Please give me a moment with Ranger Halt.” A murmur rippled through the advisors gathered in Cassandra’s command tent, none having seen Halt enter. They all bowed to their Queen, vacating the tent with limited comment. Alone with the retired ranger, Cassandra dropped into the nearest chair. 

“ Evelyn?” Halt questioned, using the name he had met her under, all those years ago in a country across the sea. She raised her eyes to his dark ones, anguish visible. 

“ I’m here, trying to make the best decision for my people, in the middle of battle and I don’t know where my husband and daughter are, if they’ve been injured or killed. I can barely bring myself to read the casualty  reports for fear I’ll find their names, but every other man who gives his life for me deserves the recognition. Who am I to place my husband and daughter above any other man who has paid for his loyalty with his life?” Halt smiled softly, understanding his Queen’s anguish. It was only after he had been told no vehemently by his five closest friends that Halt had agreed to stay off the battlefield. Cassandras had almost ordered him to stay close to her. Halt understood the fear of knowing that your family was facing danger and having to stay in safety and the feelings of guilt that brings up. 

“ I know how you feel. But I also know your child and husband. Horace has faced countless battles, and seen more war than even I have. He has possibly the most battle experience of anyone I’ve met, and he is fiercely protective of Madelyn. Maddie is an accomplished ranger, able to handle her own and she’s with Will. He would give his own life before allowing anything to happen to Maddie. They're both as safe as they possibly could be on a battlefield. “ Halt reassured Cassandra. She smiled softly, accepting the reassurance. Silence lapsed over the tent, Cassandra poring over the last report from the battle, Halt watching her, coffee in hand( Cassandra didn't even know where it had come from; he didn’t have it when he entered the tent) Halt watched his Queen carefully, seeing both the girl he met in Skandia, the women he saw on her wedding day and the queen ruling her country both firm and just. The queen he would have followed into battle if his age and body allowed him. Cassandra glanced up, feeling Halt’s eyes on her once again. 

“ Penny for your thoughts?” She questioned, pushing a blonde- though graying- strand of hair behind her ear. Halt shook his head, sending one of uncommon smiles Cassandra’s way. He  opened his mouth to respond to his queen, when the tent flap was lifted, and a young man, son to one of the soldiers supplied by the closest fief, burst in. He was panting, clearly having run for a while. Cassandra was on her feet in a flash, composing her face into the mask that her people, no matter their status, expected of her. Halt crossed to stand behind her, at her elbow. 

“ What is it, boy? “ Cassandra asked, trepidation woven into her voice. The young man bowed quickly, before speaking. 

“ My apologies, Your Majesty. But you need to see this. Princess- sorry, Ranger Maddie just returned, nearly running her poor horse into the ground to do so. “ Halt smiled inwardly, knowing that Maddie would never do anything to risk injury to Bumper. 

“ Show me” Cassandra commanded, following the man out of the command tent, Halt by Cassandra’s side. The trio hurried through the confusion of a camp at war, soldiers yelling and rushing through the camp. Ducking under a rope holding up a tent, Halt and Cassandra turned the corner and stopped dead in their tracks, taking in the scene in front of them. Bumper stood, sides heaving, head dropped low to the ground. Maddie was kneeling on the ground beside Bumper,  beside a man dressed in ranger garb, laying pale and still, arrow embedded in his shoulder. 

“Will!” Halt rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside his former apprentice. Maddie lifted her head, eyes red rimmed,  to face Halt. Halt was aware of Cassandra backing everyone away from Will, calling for the healers. 

“ I couldn’t stop it.” Maddie whispered, guilt etched deep into her face. Halt took in the lack of colour in Will’s face, and the linens wrapped and twisted around the arrow, to keep it stabalized during the frantic ride back to camp. Halt reached out gently and brushed the hair out of Will’s face, before standing and gently pulling Maddie to her feet and steering her towards her mother, keeping her out of the way of the healers.  

“ Maddie” Halt started, trying to make his voice gentle for the apprentice ranger. “ You did nothing wrong. You bound his wound, and you got him here safely. You did nothing wrong.” Maddie nodded mutely, watching the healers lift Will, carrying him to their tent. Cassandra crossed to her daughter, tucking the blond hair that escaped Maddie’s tight braid. 

“Come with me” Cassandra urged, draping a arm around the younger women’s shoulder. Maddie nodded, unable to hide the tears that streamed down her face. Halt watched the two of them walk back to Casssandra’s tent, Cassandra pulling her daughter close to her. Halt knew Maddie was in the best hands possible and that he needed to be with Will. Spinning on his heel, he rushed after the healers. 

Hqalt ducked as he entered the tent, low to the ground. He wrinkled his nose as the stench of blood and death reached him. He saw Will, on a cot toward the back of the tent, four healers working to get the arrow out of his shoulder. Two held him down, while one stabalized the end while the final healer prepared to snap the arrow. Halt hurried to the head of the cot. 

“ Allow me” He said to the healer holding Will down. The young man nodded, stepping back to let Halt step into his place. 

“Ready?” the healer holding the arrow shaft asked, glancing at his companions. Halt nodded, placing his hands on Will’s shoulder, knowing how much pain his former apprentice would be in once they started moving the arrow. With a grunt, the man snapped the arrow in half, Will screamed and then it was a mess of blood, of screams, of sweat and swears. Will thrashed against Halt’s steady hands, pain breaking through the cover of unconsciousness. Every movement caused Will to fight against the hands that steadied him, unaware of the comfort they attempted to bring him. At long last, the arrow was pulled free, and Will collapsed against the cot. He murmured something, brow furrowed. Halt knelt next to the cot, bending over to hear better. 

“ What was that, Will?” He asked softly. Will tossed his head again, muttering it again. And this time Halt heard it and it broke his heart. 

“ Alyss” 

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“ Hello love” Will opened his eyes, glancing around his surroundings. 

Halt’s cabin surrounded him, smelling like it always did. Of fire and coffee and home. The fire was crackling, burning cheerifully away in the hearth, like Will had just stepped outside to do chores. The table looked the same as always, papers piled high that Will never found time to deal with. And there, sitting at the table, two cups of coffee in front of her, was his wife. Will felt his heart constrict. 

“Alyss?” He whispered, eyes riveted on her, terrified she’d disappear just like every other time he’s dreamt of her. She smiled at him, brilliant and there and Will rushed to her gathering her into his arms. At length, Alyss backed out of Will’s embrace, leading him ny the hand to the table. 

“ I don’t understand” Will said, looking at Alyss. “ Your dead. You died. You died, Alyss,  and you left me alone. How can you be here, and why is it Halt’s cabin, when I know I was on the battlefield a few minutes ago?” Alyss looked at him, unreadable expression in her eyes. 

“ I know, Will. I know, I’m sorry I left you alone. Believe me, that was never my intention. But I wouldn’t change my decision if I  could. “ 

“ I know. You always were very sure of yourself. “ Will whispered. Alyss smiled fondly at her husband, resting her chin in her hand. She gestured to the cabin surrounding them. 

“ It’s funny, “ She mused, “ How you still refer to this place as Halt’s cabin when it’s been yours since Halt got married.” Will chuckled softly, warming to the conversation, both hands wrapped around Alyss’. 

“ Old habits die hard.” Will grinned, a hint of the boyish charm that drew Alyss to him all those years ago visible. His smile faded as he glanced around them. 

“ Lyss? “ He questioned. His wife hummed softly, meeting his gaze. 

“ Did I die? “ 

“ Not yet. “  Alyss’ face was somber. “ You're just.. In between right now. “

“ Will I die?” Will questioned, thoughts torn between the family he’d leave behind. And the woman sitting in front of him. 

“ No.” Alyss smiled at him then. “ Not if I have anything to say about it.” 

“ Do you?” Will questioned, cocking his head to one side. 

“ I’m your wife- of course I have a say.” She retorted. Will had to smile at that. 

“Then, Alyss, why am I here? If I’m not dead and won’t die, and you are dead, why am I here?” Alyss sighed then, squeezing Will’s hands. 

“ Because I wanted to see you.” She said simply. “ We didn’t get enough time together, and our time we did have was cut short. I miss you. I miss feeling your heartbeat under my cheek, knowing you were beside me and nothing could possibly hurt me while you were around. I miss the jokes you always told me when I had a stressful day, anything you thought would make me laugh again. I miss your arms around me as we danced around the kitchen, even with no music and you stepping on my feet every two minutes. I miss weh nI came home and your face lit up. I miss our life together. “  Will stood, tears in his eyes, drawing Alyss to the bed they had shared. He tugged her gently to his chest, resting his head on top of hers, legs slotting together. 

“ Let me stay.” He murmured into Alyss’ hair. The graceful courier sighed, hand coming up to rest on Will’s cheek. 

“ No love. You have so much left to do, and there’s still people who need you. “ 

“ I need you” Will argued. Alyss giggled, a familiar sound. 

“ And I’ll always be beside you. Every sunrise that makes you catch your breath, every time Maddie makes you smile, every bird who seems to sing a song just for you, they're all me. You will never ever be alone again, Will Treaty. And when your time finally comes, I’ll be right here, waiting for you. For the moment we no longer have to steal moments, we can have each other for eternity. “ Will sighed, tightening his arms around his wife. “ When I wake up, you’ll be gone, won’t you?” He questioned softly. Alyss nodded into his chest, brushing her lips against a new scar on his shoulder. 

“ You won’t see me anymore, no. But I’ll never be truly gone. I love you. I’ll always be a part of you. “ 

“ I love you.” Will whispered the words that he’d swallowed time and time again, now spoken freely. Alyss gazed at her husband, adoration in her eyes. 

“ I know.” She kissed him, gentle and pure, before drawing his head down to her chest. Alyss started humming, softly, and Will felt his eyes slip closed, the song echoing in his head. 

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“ Will?” Halt questioned softly. He’d sat by Will’s cot for hours, refusing to leave the man who meant so much to him. Will had been unconscious since the arrow was removed, save for the one time he muttered Alyss’ name. Maddie had been taken back to Cassandra’s tent, needing her mothers comfort.  Silence had hovered over the rangers, held at bay only by the sounds of everyone else in the medical tent. Halt thought he had seen a flicker cross Will’s face, and leaned forward. “ Will?” He questioned again. The younger ranger sighed, brow furrowing before relaxing, allowing his eyes to open slowly. 

“ Halt? “ Will murmured, rubbing at his eyes with his uninjured hand. 

“ Will, thank the gods.” Halt exclaimed, hands flying to reach out to  the younger man. Will smiled at Halt. 

“ I’m okay, Halt, " he said, pushing himself up using his good arm. Will’s smile disappeared and he looked pensive. 

“ I saw her Halt.” Halt glanced at him. He knew immediately who the she he spoke of was. 

“ What did she say? “ He questioned softly. Will smiled softly. 

“ It’s not my time. She said I still had things to do and people needed me. “ Halt nodded. 

“ She’s right. If we’re going to win this damn war, we need your mind.” Will chuckled, agreeing with Halt’s assessment. He would never argue when Halt was complimenting him, especially after the day he had. Outside, over the din of the battle, the birds were singing the song that was playing in Will’s head.  ‘Don't worry, love’ He thought. “I can wait until I see you again. “

[erstwhles]

a very descriptive profile of your muse!

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

tagged by the lovely @writermuses. please forgive all these notifications (again)

i already tagged my friends a minute ago and i don't want to bug anyone else with a notification, so if you see this and are interested consider yourself tagged and tag me so i can read your answers!

► name: finley hayes

► nickname: fin, hayesey (she's around h.ockey players who aren't particularly creative in their nicknames)

► age: 23+ it really depends on the thread beyond that

► species: human

► sex: female

► nationality: canadian. born and raised in toronto

► interests: she's a stem girlie, career-focused. anything outdoors. likes reading. sports. cooking

► profession: data analyst, but that's verse dependent. she interns for a couple of years before she gets established

► body type: skinny but not toned or muscular

► eyes: brown

► hair: darker brown

► skin: very light skin. she lives up north where winter lasts the majority of the year

► face: davika hoorne

► posture: doesn't love to be perceived in larger groups, so she tends to make herself small, downcast eyes. she relaxes a lot more when she gets comfortable around someone

► height: 5'6"

► voice: soft-spoken, expressive with lots of rising and falling

► signature outfit: hm. the weather really limits her here, but she likes to dress up. lots of prints and dresses and printed dresses

► significant other: none in her default verse, though she did briefly date our own liam wright for a minute. other than that, verse dependent

► companions: liam wright! faith bishop! liam was a fast friend when he ended up in seattle, where she accepted her first official job. faith moved from boston and they bonded over the move and their new jobs

► strengths: ambition

► weaknesses: i would once again like to say ambition. she has a specific idea of what success looks like and she is determined to get there. she is also too trusting

► fruits: anything. she's not a picky eater. bonus points for anything that doesn't require a lot of prep. apples, grapes, etc.

► drinks: water. herbal tea

► alcoholic beverages: not a big drinker, but she likes a glass of white wine

► smokes: no. she's very health conscious, having studied sports medicine

► drugs: re: above

► driver's license: sure, but she's not a great driver

[pheoblitz]

"You know dm, you keep saying Nym's family are elves. I thought he was a human before becoming an Aasimar. Was he not?"

"Mayhaps" he replied "Mayhaps"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYHAPS????????" I cried suddenly confused.

Was he not a human? Was he actually an elf or half-elf this whole time? I have been drawing his ears like a human because I thought that was what he was. I thought that him being human and his family being elves simply suggested he was adopted or married into the family but NOPE! My question simply led to even more questions and a perspective change on the character.

Anyway! As you can see here, I finally got around to posting his standard moth design. You can also see his spear within the image. Apparently, the spear contains a celestial in it. Not sure where the hell that will go plot-wise. Right now all they are doing though is laughing at Nym. So Nym looks crazy as no one else has heard him yet.

Now for a quick breakdown of his outfit. Nym here wears light leather armour. I had to hide it in the outfit somehow as I already designed him without any. So above you can see how I did that. He is very minimal with it. His cape partly provides protection as well and is considered in my mind to be the other part.

Anywho, Nym is a character from the Underdark. So I took his pallet and made it match some of how my DM described it. The idea was that he would dress up as a bright orange to blend in with the mushrooms and be seen as hostile as many poisonous animals use orange colouring as a warning.

He has covers for his legs and his hands specifically as he does alot of climbing and crawling around rather than walking upright, again, to avoid attention from predators. In fact, the images above depicting him standing up are simply to show off his outfit. Otherwise, he is usually to the ground or squatting.

The leaves on his head and the paint glow in the same level of lighting as those fake room ceiling stars. They produce enough of a glow that it makes him a little weird to look at in the dark but nowhere near enough for him to see around him. This is supposed to invoke that he actually is a mushroom. As well as occasionally counterillumination camouflage. While the leaves around his neck keep his old charm safe and make him smell like mulch and plants for predators that smell for things.

None of this will actually do anything when I get to the Underdark admittedly. However, it is how I like to pretend he survived there originally.

Bonus: His charm collar + Charm, belt + Belt charm, his spear holding straps around his back, goggles, and the pair of pants under the armour are the only remaining parts of Oren's old outfit. He keeps them with him as he wants to know who he once was and is scared he will never know if he lets them go. He also thinks cutting his hair will cause his brain to rot.

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

PN: Some Loboto headcanons

WARNING: This HC list includes mentions of medical abuse, disabling someone intentionally and child abuse. PLEASE take care.

- Loboto is not actually that old, he just looks and sounds like it due to a rough life. He is around his mid-thirties to his early forties.

-The heterochromia, absurd height and psychic ability are all recessive genes. In fact, all three are connected so a psychic from Loboto's family would have to have all three or none at all. Normally, the eye colours are not as drastic of a mix that Loboto has, though.

-Continuing from above, because Loboto's psychic abilities come in a bunch with other traits, his powers are instinctual more than something that awakened as he grew. If allowed to grow naturally, they would have given him a very limited range of abilities but those abilities would be something he could do without thinking. As in, even as a baby he understood how to use telekinesis.

-The reason Loboto's dad could get his fellow doctors to perform an ice pick lobotomy on his son at such an early age, was due to the very recent nature of the Deluge of Grulovia. It was at most a year ago and so everyone was desperate to avoid another Maligula. Even if this 'Maligula' was an 11-year-old kid talking to fish and not a trained psychic.

-Because Loboto's abilities were instinctual and how young he was, the lobotomy did not do much to weaken them. In a month he was back to bending spoons. This resulted in a massive freak out and eventually, Loboto's dad sent him to Thorny Towers to be 'cured' by any means necessary and also to serve as a test subject for similar surgeries in the future.

-Putting a healthy 12-year-old kid into a serious inpatient asylum for adults, even in those days, would have raised some eyebrows. So Loboto was kept isolated from the rest of the patients and rarely allowed to move about freely. Things naturally were kept hush-hush by generous donations from Loboto's dad.

-During the years kept in Thorny Towers, Loboto befriended one of the orderlies' kids, Sheegor. Though neither knew the other's name, they kept in contact through his room door.

-The number of surgeries and tricks used to kill Loboto's psychic abilities is uncountable. But suffice to say, they kept on tearing at him until he could barely walk. Of course, those abilities did not actually go anywhere, they simply started to bridge the gaps the surgeries left. That was deemed good enough by the doctors and Loboto was released in a near-vegetable state back to his parents.

-It took a good while for Loboto's powers to bridge those gaps, though. From ages 15 to 18, Loboto was basically a puppet led around by his parents. He was not aware of much and just did as they asked, breezing through life like a ghost. This is also why he cannot tell his own age, since his memories end at Thorny Towers and start back up again when he was applying for college.

-Now, no matter how talented of a zombie one was, they could not actually survive medical school on orders alone. Loboto kept getting rejected over and over again. These rejections, in addition to the already years of resentment towards his parents, made Loboto not only 'wake up' but also apply to dental school on a petty whim. Surprisingly, he got in.

-Not that it mattered much, as Loboto's impaired mental state meant he could barely remember lessons or manage to endear himself to his teachers or his fellow students. But one thing he did learn was the amount of power that a dentist had. When you were over someone with your picks and drills, you were akin to a god. Which naturally pleased the scapegoat of a young man Loboto was.

-He got kicked out of dental school as soon as his power plays became bloody. Earning him a criminal record as a nice bonus. Loboto's parents, deciding to cut their losses, changed their names and moved to another country. Leaving Loboto with nothing to his name but what he could carry in a bag.

-By this point, Loboto had already decided on a direction for himself. If the polite world would reject him, he was more than willing to live in the shadows. With (stolen) medical books and a lot of natural curiosity, Loboto began to make a name for himself in the underworld.

-His 'Glasgow grin' was earned from a client who said he 'smiled too little.' His dominant arm was repeatedly damaged over the years, on top of the nerve damage the surgeries had caused. Eventually, it was so broken he had to use a brace.

-Loboto was captured and sent back to Thorny Towers after trying to go straight on the side. Due to his clear instability, he was deemed incapable of standing trial. In Thorny Towers, he was naturally a menace and ended up further breaking his arm to the point it had to be amputated.

-Because Loboto's powers are instinctual and only bridge the gaps in his brain to make him function relatively well, they did nothing about handling his emotional and social well-being. Loboto was only going to get worse the more time passed, as his limited empathy and poor impulse control resulted in further and further setbacks which he repressed and the cycle continued on until he got his moral compass back.

[zestyderg]

new question: favorite aspect of each dinaurian character? or just stuff you like or dislike about each in general

>:D

Duna: Unlike Raptin and Dynal, Duna really just regards the humans at first with indifference instead of like... active malice, which I find interesting. She was just doing her job. In the trio of Hunter, Rosie, and Duna, Duna has the braincell. Actually, even between the dinaurians she has the braincell. Kinda funny since shes like 14. The fact that she chooses to defy her entire species to help humanity after Hunter saves her, knowing the consequences, is really brave of her. She's quite compassionate, even if she's not as outwardly emotional, and her being more calm and logical is a nice contrast to rosie's energy and short-temperedness.

Raptin: Ah the angry raptor man. Like Duna, he was just doing his job, and tried to see it through to the end. His undying loyalty to his kind cannot be overlooked, even if he was a total bitch to humanity. That's probably why he's an Elite in the first place. He loves his people more than anything and will do anything to ensure their survival. Like yeah he fucks up majorly and I think Rosie should get to maim him (she should get to maim many people honestly), but I still like him lol. Nothing will justify that ugly ass green he has though, like the devs could have chosen any other shade of green?

Dynal: I've already mentioned him trying his best for his people (he and Raptin are similar in that regard) after the whole Guhnash ate their planet thing. Another thing I like is just his presence throughout the story. Everytime he shows up you get this feeling of "oh shit, that's a guy you don't wanna mess with". He exudes power and elegance, and this comes across pretty well in his battle form too. He even outsmarts the protags, disguising himself as Richmond to trick them into assembling and handing him the missing sub-idolcomp, raising the stakes and really showing off how much of a threat he is. Dynal means business, and he has no problems letting everyone know it. But even then, he has a high sense of honor and believes in a fair fight. I still find it kind of funny that one fight earned his respect (it didn't earn Raptin's) and losing the fight would not have stopped him from pressing the button, but he was just like "oh humans are cool now, guess I don't wanna make them extinct after all". Also I just really like his design and theme.

ALSO his stupid little evil laugh he does when he plots to get the sub-idolcomp back. Literally boo ah hahaha levels of cartoonish evil lmao

BONUS MINI RANT ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCES IN CHAMPIONS BECAUSE BRUH

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?? Duna seems like herself, so I won't really talk about her.

One thing to note is how they all refer to humans as mammals in a more demeaning manner, and how every human runs from them. I refuse to believe EVERY human, especially in the world of fossil fighters, that they came across ran from them.

Raptin... bro... I get that you're a bitch but you had your arc last game. LIKE... he seems frustrated because people keep running away from him (he brings up the fact that humans look too greasy for him to EAT?? HELLO??), but Dino/Dina approaches him, and he's just mean to them. Probably why they run, Raptin. He does tell the protag that if they're lucky, Dynal won't eat them. Bro. Maybe don't spread rumors about your king EATING HUMANS? YOU KNOW, THE BEINGS YOU AND HIM SHARE A PLANET WITH NOW? Common Raptin L

DYNAL HOWEVER GOT THE WORST OF IT. HE IS SOOOO MEAN TO THIS HUMAN KID HE JUST MET. AFTER HIS CHARACTER ARC LAST GAME HE SHOULDN'T BE ACTING SO RUDE??? He should have been eager to test your strength but still courteous to you imo. Dynal's a good guy! Being mean to every human he meets would be fucking bad when you're trying to coexist with them, and he knows this!! GOD IT ANNOYS ME HOW THEY JUST MADE HIM THINK HE'S ABOVE HUMANS AGAIN.

Anyways none of the dlc stuff may even be canon so I'm probably just getting worked up over nothing.