#totally not projecting no siree

[emotsper]

can someone actually confess already!!!!

[queermentaldisaster]

Soap, when he was younger, had a hard time deciding what he wanted for dinner. His ma would cook a bunch of food and Soap just couldn't choose anything. By the time he figured out what he wanted, the food was either cold or all gone, and he felt like a burden asking his ma to make more, so he'd just go hungry.

This continues into his adult life, and when he starts relying more on takeout on leaves, he often can't decide on something until his brain deems it 'too late' and he just goes hungry.

[plank-flankered]

Wesley Crusher has a tic disorder now i dont make the rules sorry-

[cynical-librarian-watches-anime]

I’ve had enough of these motherfucking cults in these motherfucking governments.

[revelboo]

Revel dear may I request more TFA Optimus? 👉👈

Sure!

Broken Hearts Pt 5

TFA Optimus x Reader

• Staring up at his shadowy shape, you wrap your arms around yourself against the chill in the air. Know it’s silly, but you don’t want to go home yet. Don’t want to be left alone after the trauma of the attack, because there’s a nervous breakdown on the horizon. Can feel it building inside you, frantic and wild. “Can I stay here tonight?” Not alone in your apartment where your mind will replay the fear and anxiety over and over. Where there’s no distractions from it.

• Optics leaving the night sky, he looks down at you. Asking to stay with him. Needing him. “Of course,” he says, servos pressing against his thigh to keep from reaching. From kneeling to touch your arm. Because he likes this feeling. Had been trained to protect others, but his team barely listens to him. Certainly don’t look to him for protection or guidance. Sari gravitates to Bee, but then they’re both young. And he needs to be needed. To have a purpose. Had tried so hard to take pride in his job on space bridge repair, to work hard, but knew it was a slight. A punishment for his failures.

• What is it about the huge bot that makes you feel safe? Is it only that he saved you or is it that low voice, those big, but so gentle hands? And he’s kneeling, offering you his hands. Asking. There’s no hesitation, crossing to him and sliding into his palms, grabbing onto his servos when he slowly stands and carries you back inside. Curling your legs against yourself, you try to ignore the curious looks from the other bots and humans. “Thank you,” you whisper. Feeling silly, like a child afraid of the dark.

• Glancing down at you in his hands, he smiles faintly. Don’t you understand you don’t need to thank him? That he’d have reached for you, tried to protect you over and over simply because you needed protecting. “We have some extra blankets and pillows Sari’s brought over,” he says, crouching to pull some from the cabinet Sari had shoved them in.

• Holding onto his servos, you glance toward that main open space where the others are. “Does she live here?” And if so, what happened to her family? For being so young, she seems totally at ease with the bots, unbothered by the fact that they’re so alien. One of the other people has been brought here to help them care for the kid, you remember. Had thought it was odd, but hadn’t wanted to pry in front of Sari in case it was a painful subject.

• “Sometimes. She comes and goes as she pleases, but she’s here most of the time,” he admits. Had gotten the impression that her sire was a bit absentminded. That he fixates on projects to the exclusion of everything else. Including his only child. Something that doesn’t sit right with him. Can’t understand it, because if he had sired sparklings, he’d want to be involved in their lives. To know them and teach them, but her sire doesn’t even seem to notice that she’s gone. And thinking of sparklings just leaves him oddly empty. There’ve been no new sparks in so long. Bee one of the last generation and no one’s been able to figure out why.

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[pipartuuli]

making this the official introductory post for all my future doodles and ramblings about the

Metalocalypse Vikings AU

I don't know how much effort I'll put into this, but musings below the cut! (And don't expect total historic accuracy - it's just for funsies, not a research project.)

All my future posts in this setting will be tagged with #MtlVikingsAU for ease of keeping tabs on them.

my co-conspirator, as always, is @aidoneira 💛

Setting:

Circa 840 c.e. near what will become modern day Göteborg, Sweden. The Viking Age is in full swing in Scandinavia. Seafaring Norsemen have begun to launch raids across Northern Europe and elsewhere.

Skwisgaar:

Skwisgaar is the Jarl (Chieftain) of a sprawling seaside town near modern-day Göteborg, having amassed a large army and in possession of an entire fleet of ships. An incredibly skilled swordsman rumored to be sired by a god, he is a formidable raider and has seen great success pillaging and plundering, folding smaller nearby villages into his own and going abroad for more exotic spoils. While charming, he has a cruel streak and a propensity for violence; success like his does not often come peacefully, and defending that which he and his forefathers built - what the gods have bestowed upon him - is his top priority. Lately, he's taken an interest in taming (or perhaps breaking completely) the wild spirit of his recent captive, Toki. For his thunderous nature and strength, he's earned the epithet "Þórshestr" - Thor's-Horse, or Thunder-Horse.

Toki:

Toki hails from a small village nestled deep in a fjord near what is today Stavanger, Norway. Trained as a strong warrior, he was the only survivor of a raid on his home by Skwisgaar’s army, having been barely subdued, captured, and brought back to Skwisgaar’s domain as a prize. While normally quiet and gentle, the fury with which he's able to fight as a Berserker is frightening. His skills with a blade (his preferred weapon being his seax) are second only to Skwisgaar’s. Some in the village whisper that he may even be more powerful than Jarl Skwisgaar himself... Toki finds companionship in the other captives pressed into Skwisgaar’s service. His speed and ferocity in battle have earned him the epithet "Snæfalk" - Snow-Falcon.

Runke:

Also a Norwegian captive brought to Skwisgaar’s village several years ago, Runke's jobs are many - he's able to carve and read runes, decipher omens, maintain a knowledge of various medicinal herbs and plants, and treat battlefield injuries. While some of these duties are typically seen as women's work - belonging to the class of the siðasveinn or völva - no one can deny his skill. For his wisdom (and beak-like profile), he's often called "Huginn" after Odin's own raven. He's made a begrudging sort of peace with his new lot in life and accepts his fate, even developing a soft spot for Toki who has become like a(n annoying) younger brother.

Týr:

A local of Skwisgaar’s village, Týr is a career soldier and Skwisgaar’s long-time guard and combat tutor - and the closest thing Skwisgaar has to an earthly father. In his younger years, Týr spent time going a-viking with his fellow warriors, but in recent times, he's been enjoying a slower state of semi-retirement, woodworking instead of sparring. He taught Skwisgaar everything he knows about wielding a blade. Despite his acuity with a sword, he is a kind and fair man, and has done his best to impart the same values to Skwisgaar (with limited success...) "Týr" is not his birth name, but a name he's earned after the god of war and justice himself. His birth name has been lost to time.

[despazito]

Dunno if you've already seen it but there's a youtuber (Izzzyzzz) who just uploaded a video about puppy mills and questionable dog breeding practices. I'm not as much in that scene as you are, but i thought she raised a bunch of really important points. What do you think?

I really like izzzyzzz but unfortunately it's really not a great lesson in the topic imo

Same with the ethanisonline video on the topic, they don't actually make the distinction of what an exotic bully even is and what sets them apart from adjacent breeds, and use photos of american bullies and exotic bullies interchangeably. They kind of treat the bully breed group, apbts, american bullies, and exotic bullies all synonymously. I'm fairly certain they never said the name "exotic bully" even once.

Like, this is one of the clips they showed while talking about the dangers of brachycephaly and extreme conformation... This dog's proportions are totally fine..? If you mean pimpy pull up pictures of pimpy, why's this random dude catching strays.

I'm not really sure why they also brought up XL bully attacks if the topic of the video is extreme breeding of exotic bullies, they are completely separate breeding projects (also talks about XL fatalities in the UK without any of the kimbo line context, it really deserves its own full length video to properly discuss). They talk about american bullies being potentially dangerous (any dog can be potentially dangerous) when again the breed was intended to be a more docile companion dog than its predecessors.

On top of that they basically wonder out loud whether venomline dogs are being used for fighting?? sweaty those dogs are NOT made for fighting.

They push the adopt don't shop angle which, granted, if you're in the market for a bully or a pit in the united states you can definitely shop around tons of rescues. But i wish instead of this they used the angle of just how many litters per year some of these kennels are churning out in comparison to more devoted breeders who really put their all into setting up every litter for success. A good breeder isn't contributing to the shelter population. And i wish instead of just using the moral argument that it's weird to advertise your stud like a product, maybe talk about the tangible harms of the popular sire effect and everyone wanting to use the same few studs in their lines.

Overall I don't think the video was researched enough. It broadly generalizes and uses different types of bullies completely interchangeably, and tries to cover way too many topics spanning many different lines of dogs in a 20 minute video. there's other things that stood out to me but i'm not confident enough to discuss, i'm sure @pitbolshevik could do a way more thorough autopsy on this video than me lol.

[mer-acle]

Lore-wise, what do you have so far for Silent Wars?

hehehe you sent me into a rabbithole with this one XD

I collected all of the lore I posted on tumblr already (altered if it changed) plus like a bunch of new things and put them into a document I'll be able to update and that people will be able to comment on :D I never did this before, but I think it might be fun.

(Link in plain text: https://www.canva.com/design/DAGirKceFVw/vpgsxKUTX9S52Z-NT594RQ/edit utm_content=DAGirKceFVw&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton )

And for those who don't want to check that out, here's the new points in plain text as well: Some of these may seem familiar bc they are based on ideas you wonderful people had or that I already talked about in smaller posts :D

Athena has a tendency to hum or click her tongue when she’s particularly focused, she usually sits with her hand over her mouth during exams or projects so she doesn't have to focus harder to mask it.

Athena wears earbuds pretty much all the time except when she’s at home and comfortable. She’s sensitive to noise especially from people and it also serves as a clear sign for others to leave her alone.

The Dean kids always had a massive outside area to play in with plenty of toys. Athena and Ares used to bike together a lot (not recklessly at all, no siree), rollerskate, and Hera was certain one day she’d have one of her kids break something from falling out of a tree. Surprisingly, that never actually happened.

Athena very heavily dislikes people driving over the speedlimit with cars specifically. It is psychologically linked to the car accident that killed her mother even though it wasn’t caused by too fast driving but by the difficult weather conditions.

Athena totally pets every stray cat she finds always.

Artemis and Apollo (15 at the time of the plot) both play volleyball. No context or relevancy, they just do.

Athena and Ares set up each other as their primary emergency contact, each with Hera as secondary, mainly because Athena is worried about Ares working as a police officer and being hurt.

The most fun Ares had in ages was playing Ace Attorney with his sister who studies law.

Aphrodite grew up on a farm in a different state. She doesn’t have the best relationship with her parents and she’s not really the farmgirl type, but she does miss her bunnies.

Before Ares graduated, Athena lived in the university dorms. It was not as bad as school, but she still struggled with it because she had so many bad experiences during school so she never felt truly safe.

Athena has always had difficulties how to deal with her mother’s death, how to honor her memory properly. To this day, she never knows if she wants to put up pictures of Metis or not

Aphrodite decided she wanted to be Athena’s friend when she once observed her talking to her little brother Hephaestus on the phone and saw what Athena is like when she’s not playing a role and just being herself.

Speaking of, Hephaestus is the youngest son living with Zeus and Hera, he’s about 8 years old and already very much into engineering. He does have a strict ban for doing anything to his wheelchair though because it once almost fell apart with him in it.

Athena is definitely more scared that Hera and Zeus will get divorced than both her brothers. To her, them divorcing will mean that one of them will choose her and the other one won’t be interested in her anymore, because that’s how Zeus originally behaved after him and Metis divorced. Ares, not having this fear because he’s closer with Hera anyway and knows she would never, actually wants his mother to divorce his father due to his constant cheating.

Athena may think that Ares is her best friend and she isn’t his, but she’s wrong, she definitely is his best friend even though he has options.

Pallas and Triton moved to the boarding school Athena was in when Athena was in second grade due to Triton getting a teaching job there. Pallas befriended Athena immediately and Triton also had an eye on her after finding out about her mother’s death (He knew Metis in school but hadn’t known she had passed away just two years prior) During the time they were at the school was the only time Athena did not go home every single weekend.

During her first year of college before her and Ares moved in together, Athena was home much less often simply because she wanted to save herself the heartache of having to leave again for a life that somehow feels lonelier than ever. Ares may or may not have shown up at her dorm at some point because he was pissed off and missed her.

Ares and Athena both take more after their father in looks (they have a matching birthmark under their eye). Athena has her mother’s grey eyes though. Hephaestus takes more after his mother, but he shares the brown eyes with Ares. Athena is a little sad she doesn’t look much like her baby brother at all, but her and Ares get asked if they’re twins a lot.

Greek Mythology isn’t real in this world because my brain will not allow me to let them have this much coincidence in naming. I don't know, I am weird like that. I will just name things with Greek names as references though, like the Paeon Hospital, that type of thing. The npcs will in all likelihood have American names if they don’t actually reference a specific character.

Athena is 100% the kind of person who would say she never had issues with mental health or trauma AND genuinely believe it herself despite glaring evidence saying otherwise.

 Hera never asked Athena to call her “Mom” but she definitely broke apart internally the first time that she did. (It was like a middle of the night, half-asleep with a plushie hugged to her chest kind of moment where Athena stood in the doorway and said “Mom? I can’t sleep.”) On Athena’s side, this was mostly about a sense of belonging, of not wanting to be a stranger in what was now her home anymore. If asked, she would have said that it was because Ares called Hera Mom and it was easier for her to do so as well, and it would have been SO not true.

Ares and Athena have a dart-board on the wall in their living room and the rule is that when you walk past, you have to throw one dart and if you hit better than the other dart that’s there, you can replace it with yours. If you throw a bullseye, the other person has to take on one of your chores.

:D Gosh i love my depressed Athena AU lmao (yes that doesn't narrow it down leave me alone. To quote my friend who read these in class today: "Why can't you like... idk let her have nice things? Why must everything be sad?")

[ssasides205]

Fic Project 3

alright, I know ppl engage with abo even less than they do normal content, but I promise you I'm very ace abt it. anyways...

The adoption au:

-abo bc I need the scent thing to be a thing for plot reasons

-aged up characters (late 20s)

-Leo gets kidnapped, and adopts two kids

-Shiro is like 6? Maybe less, Keith is like 3 or 4.

-Leo and Keith click instantly, bc Leo’s quintessence is similar to that of the Red Lion (this will come up later)

-Shiro takes a bit longer to warm up to him, but he does trust Leo from the moment they get out

-Leo and Nico have a weird sort of situationship, in that Leo was basically abandoned by his previous partner, and Nico understands and is willing to wait but wants to court him and sometimes that slips into their interactions.

-Nico’s incredible with the kids, Piper lives to tease Leo about it

-nobody questions Takashi being adopted, Keith however gets mistaken for Nico’s actual son so often that he believes it to be true for a while

-Nico totally teaches the kids Italian, Leo has mixed feelings about Spanish so he only passes down some words and translated expressions. He does, however, teach the boys Morse code.

-It’s actually Annabeth that figures out their roots, and helps Leo find out about their respective families. She also finds people to teach them Japanese/Korean, as well as Ancient Greek.

-the others all get involved in the rearing of the broganes, it really does take a village

-galra Keith exists fully, as in he can shapeshift and has been holding it unknowingly, but one of the apollo campers figures it out and poof, tinny fluffy purple baby

-Shiro is a demigod, actually, but I have not decided whom sired him just yet

-Leo totally makes Keith a galra-proof hippo stuffy, and then a demi-safe cat stuffy for Shiro

-the broganes are partly responsible for getting Leo out of his own head, and getting Valdangelo together

-Shiro and Keith both get offered to choose their legal names, even offered the option of having two. Keith opts for having two, so he’s Akira Kogane, but also Keith Di Angelo-Valdez

-mostly, this is just Keith and Shiro both getting to have a huge family that could kick your ass

-I love the Leo ends up working for NASA thing, so he becomes a very well-known aerospace engineer, when Keith meets the rest of the Voltron crew Pidge and Hunk know of Leo so they immediately note his surname

-Keith, to Red: you know, you feel kinda like my pops | Red, who’s been inside Keith’s head: *purrs loudly*

-Lance, at some point: How come Shiro didn’t get a second name? | Keith: he’s butthurt that everyone knows he’s adopted | Shiro: we can’t all look like our adoptive fathers Akira!

-Keith slips into Italian when he’s sleepy/drunk, Korean when he’s annoyed and wants to curse without getting in trouble, and Ancient Greek when he’s legitimately angry.

-Shiro uses Japanese the most when tired, Italian when angry, and exclusively speaks in Ancient Greek when he’s drunk.

-Hunk, someone who studied modern Greek: what dialect is that? | Keith, Leo’s son: Underworld drawl

-Pidge, a Leo fan: hey Keith did you get any language from your cooler dad | Keith:  .--- ..- ... - / - .... .. ... / --- -. . | Pidge: wicked

-there’s a real scary moment after they fight big baddie 1 (can’t remember) where Keith realizes the enemy looks just like him, this would lead to much angst as he decides to hide this from the team, - Shiro (he already knew)

-when the truth finally comes out Shiro is ready to throw hands, Lance calls Allura’s bullshit so fast he gives everyone else whiplash, and Pidge and Hunk prepare a list of questions. Coran tries to play mediator as best as he can, the poor man.

-yes abyss whale, no second time-skip, yes road trip back to earth, yes armor changes, maybe black paladin lance, definitely Klance

-Keith, to Krolia: are you sure you didn’t have other children | Krolia, who watched Keith’s childhood through whale shenanigans: I admit it’s a very striking resemblance.

-Shiro: it’s a little funny how similar Lance is to Leo | Keith: you shut your mouth

-when they get to earth there’s an awkward moment where Leo has to call the Alteans aside and explain the mist to them so they don’t look crazy for saying what they’ll see

-Pidge, after meeting the brogane’s parents: I’m seeing double | Keith: yeah, dad and I are pretty close looking | Pidge: and you have the exact same taste in men | Keith, turning purple: they’re not the same!

-Lance: honestly, I don’t see it, Mr Di Angelo is a refined goth, meanwhile Keith’s out here with a mullet | Keith: my hair just grows like this! | Leo, appearing: Can confirm, we tried giving him a haircut once and it just returned, pretty sure it’s the alien in him

-Allura, to Leo: remarkable, your quintessence is near identical to that of the red lion | Leo, after checking there’s no mortals around: probably the fire thing |Allura, intrigued: the fire thing? | Leo, after doublechecking: *lights hand on fire* | Allura: ✪ᗨ✪

-Krolia, who’s seen what Leo’s capable of and is understandably intimidated: Thank you for taking care of my son when I couldn’t | Leo, who’s now not all convinced his husband isn’t an alien: we’re talking about Keith, right?

[susiephone]

i just read "a good girl's guide to murder" (planning to watch the show soon!) and i really liked it but it is SO funny that the narrative tries to be like "oh pip was a good girl, total rule follower before the plot happened" when literally the first 2 things that happen on-page are

pip pinky promises that she won't contact either of the families involved in this murder case she's looking into, crosses her heart, knows that if she contacts either the victim or the alleged murderer's families, she'll fail her project, and she super duper swears she won't do that, no siree

she immediately on day one of her investigation goes to talk to the alleged murderer's brother

and then she commits MULTIPLE crimes during her investigation. she impersonates a professional journalist, commits breaking and entering, blackmails a drug dealer, pretends to delete the blackmail material, and then reveals to her partner she has it backed up in case she needs it again. like i loved pip as a character but....is the good girl in the room with us right now?

[bonefall]

Better Bones Profile: Houndleap

"The horrifying eldritch fallen angel likes ME best because I'm hot"

[ID: The Better Bones AU version of Houndleap from Warrior Cats. He is a black-and-white tom with ginger flecks in his black parts, and a fluffy white tail tuft. His ears are burned away, and he has orange, swirly keloid scars. He also has a heart-shaped paw pad.]

Here by popular request! Holy MOLY you all jumped on the offhanded manwhore comment lmao.

Houndleap's a great example of cats who are in the Dark Forest for breaking non-violent commandments. The only thing he's killing is the gene pool, with his 6 known mates and the 16 kittens between them all. No, he wasn't in love with them all either, he just liked to play the game.

He is as close to the ideal Clan cat as one can get, and he knows it, and flaunts it. Tri-colored with beautiful ginger flecks, he fell victim to a terrible moor fire and came out with severe burns. His surviving was already a great mark of strength, but then he became even luckier when his shiny scars raised, and slightly spread from the initial injury.

Clan cats didn't have a word for keloids, they only knew it was gorgeous. As if StarClan had given him a scar that dances and shimmers.

Houndleap "abused" this gift, seeing as many cats as possible and cheating on his 'official' mate back home. In the modern era, he might have just been a very popular Honor Sire, but this was before the Queen's Rights and the Aftergathering. He was eventually caught, and after his death, he was banished to the Dark Forest for violating the Law of Loyalty on more than 5 counts.

Yes. More than 5 counts. StarClan was able to see that he had even more than 5 halfclan mates (and they're not even counting the wife he cheated on) but only 5 got pregnant.

Alignment: Dark Forest, ex-WindClan

Time Period: Skyfall Era

Relations: Too fucking many

Houndleap's addition to the Dark Forest is Lover's Beck, a twisted, romantic version of a spot in the Gorge where he used to meet with his secret lovers. It's his worst memory because he planned poorly and two of them showed up at the same time and that's how he got caught.

More trivia below!

Canon said he's solid-colored and I said no. Pretty boy.

There are several minor features in his design that will be seen in modern family lines. I won't point them out but there's 3 total (so far.)

I decided to use him as an example of nearly ideal beauty standards in BB, since I famously overhauled them from canon. He is brightly colored with complicated patterns, slightly chunky, and has a HUGE scar on the face.

Personality is slut. He just wants to flirt, man. Theme song is Mambo #5 he's just like that.

He works with Tigerstar in OotS mostly because it's not like there's anything better to do. Plus some of the trainees are hot, "hellooooo Ratscar"

When Antpelt dies, Houndleap is one of the cats who needs the most convincing to come back into the alliance. It's one thing when it's funny haha Attack And Dethrone God or whatever, but PERMAdeath??

Thankfully, Hawkfrost is a fantastic diplomat.

Generally, Houndleap is motivated by whatever's fun. He was one of the first to fall in line under Ashfur and will do basically anything if he's bored.

"We're teaching people how to kill? sure lmao. Oh we're attacking the living? Ok cool. Guard the prisoners? Not like I had plans anyway. Anyway wanna get evil dinner later, handsome <3 ?"

Likes drama, tea, stories, games, anything that brings him a little excitement really.

He can usually be counted on to join whatever silly project the group's up to this time, like catching Shrewpaw's Pheasant.

I cannot stress enough how much of a normal Crummy Dude he is. He's just some standard jerkwad guy. The Dark Forest in Better Bones contains several people like him, who might be sleazeballs or jackasses, but we would generally agree don't deserve Hell.

When canon comes up with a Houndleap backstory, I'll consider what to do with it. But for now we only know that Hound came from WindClan, which I've included.

[crownedinmarigolds]

For the lovely married besties noa and nyth game 4, 9, 17, 20, 28!

Ahh for the baby gorl and boi! <3 Thank you! As @thesixthplaneteer is Nyth's creator, he will also be answering here!

4. What generation are they? - Noa is 9th generation! - Nyth is a thinblood by blood quirk or possible experimentation by his sire. He unfortunately never got an answer for that. So if he came out how he was supposed to, he would be 11th gen. 9. Do they have a Childer? - Noa has no Childe of her own and doesn't exactly plan to. She loves to take in strays, as the family may say behind her back, and nurture them as her own but she isn't really interested in motherhood or siring at this time. - He does not. He wanted one at one point but has come to realize he would be a bad Vampy Daddy. He would totally project his issues and insecurities onto a childe. 17. What are their thoughts on the Camarilla? - Noa's first meet with the Camarilla in Las Vegas told her that they were structurally weak and constantly building on a sinking foundation - they're just lucky enough to be fast enough at building to remain afloat. While a lot of their rules feel like good enough common sense, there's a lot of bloat and bureaucracy that slow things down. Their treatment of outside the Camarilla clans also annoy her - especially after they decided to mark her best friend Nyth. It does amuse her that her clan has a treaty with a Camarilla, a testament to the power of her family. - He thinks the Camarilla are doing things pretty close to right. A structure to support kindred as a whole and an organized effort. For all its faults it at least has the power to do the things it claims to do and with the SI running amuck kindred need a rigid structure to survive. In his opinion at least. 20. What are their thoughts on the Anarchs? - The Anarchs annoy her in a different way than the Camarilla. The Camarilla attempt a structure and have twisted it to try and benefit a thousand different nobodies. The Anarch are thousands of nobodies trying to reject a structure they inevitably rebuild for themselves time and time again. The Reno Anarchs were always arguing, couldn't work things out, and constantly mistreated both her and her beloved Nyth for truly nothing other than the clans they were Embraced into. At least the Camarilla have some dignity when dealing with the Giovanni, but the Anarchs were ready to riot without even knowing her name. - He views Anarchs as deluded. The cries of freedom while they are at the whims of the baron and other kindred since there is no established structure or protections. It's like a group of people screaming to tear down the establishment but not offering anything to actually replace it or make it better. 28. Where do they live now as a kindred? - Nyth and Noa live happily as a "for tax reasons" married couple with their found family coterie in New Orleans, LA as they help out the family with the local Samedi and attempting to smooth some things over. They do a lot of work for the Giovanni part of the newly formed Hecata clan and travel often together! - His home is in New Orleans, in a modest mansion with his Beastie/Wife for Tax Reasons Noa and their little found family of a coterie. He keeps himself busy by handling his own version of the circulatory system for the family.

[inmyhorrorsera]

S5E8 "The Roast" thoughts:

Ok, I watched this episode three times and I'm still smiling. I love when you think and episode is gonna be about something because of its title and then surprise you when its all a misdirection (see also: Succession's "Connor's Wedding").

At first Laszlo's err… state intrigued me, love everyone projecting and imposing their own insecurities (Guillermo's secret, Nadja's hex) as a reason on why he is behaving like that. And of course it's a stupid reason 😭.

"And a flat pepsi for Guillermo". Oh Nandor, that's the worst thing you ever done to Guillermo, that's the worst thing you could do to anyone. And yes, I remember a certain S4 episode.

I screeched like a bird when Colin mentioned dreaming about being a baby under Laszlo's care, not only because I wanted this shit to happen since the past finale, but also I really thought the episode was going on that direction (and also bc its another W for my predictions).

Having said that, LOVED the nonchalance of Nadja and the others when they were like 'no, it wasn't a dream, that totally happened'.

I mentioned it in a separate post: they really had a Sweet Dee in IASIP moment when The Guide gave the roast idea, only to be ignored and then the same idea being stolen by a dude who is celebrated.

Seanie's poor brain it should be soup at this point, we don't know if he can hazily remember the event like it happened before.

What can I remember is his line after Nadja's roast because it was one of the biggest laughs for me: "Women CAN be funny!" I fucking loved it so much, it's the perfect condescending shit straight men say all the time, even when they're trying to be complementary to you they can't stop being garbage. It was a simple line but Anthony nailed the delivery and timing. Seriously, rewatch that part.

At first I was confused why all the jokes were so mid, but shortly I realized this episode wasn't about the roast at all, lol.

Just by watching screenshots of other users I noticed that in the scene of Nandor resting his head on Guillermo's shoulder there's a BIG flame between them. LMAO. There's no way that is unintentional.

Good for The Guide being the catalyst of Baron Afanas learning the truth. I was demanding more screen time for her lately, so having some incidence in the main plot goes on the plus column.

The other guests present at the roast being shocked at the knowledge of Guillermo killing vampires surprised me; I always assumed Guillermo being a familiar/slayer was a known fact in the vampire community after his very public massacre at the Théâtre des Vampires.

Fuck yeah when I realized this is a Doug Jones spotlight episode, I just fuckin ahgdjkaksdf, love him, perfect, no notes.

The Baron being terrifying!! Guillermo was seriously scared for the others and he barely tried to show off his Van Helsing abilities.

Nandor and Nadja begging the Baron to not hurt Guillermo!! 😭 Them being dragged while grabbing the cape!! 😭 They're spiritual siblings to me!! 😭😭

They really reminded me a little bro and sis begging their mom to not hit their beloved older brother with the chancla for talking back or something.

I fell for the two fake-outs with the sack lol I'm so gullible when it comes to vampires I guess.

NANDOR PAINFUL SOUNDS (MOANS???) WHEN HE BELIEVED HE WAS IN FRONT OF GUILLERMO'S INERT BODY. IT WAS SAD BUT ALSO A LITTLE HORNY!!!

"At least he died doing what he loved: beating off in the toolshed."

A wonderful small detail: After Laszlo opened fake Guillermo with the knife he cleaned his hands on The Guide's dress.

Idc if you think its dark, the whole 'Nandor will kill you and then kill himself' bit becoming a recurring joke it's peak writing.

I wish I can say something more serious about Baron Afanas' sadness over how boring his life is now. But I just keep thinking that the way he talks about his homelife with The Sire and the Hellhound sounds exactly when a dude has a middle life crisis and suddenly he doesn't enjoy his marriage anymore. They're husbands!! And I loved how cunty he looked at the end all half-charred (see posted gif) Queen!

Now, the Nandermo of it all: What more can I say than incoherent screaming and foaming from the mouth? Episodes 8 are all about them again!! Nandor on the window looking all cliched melancholic heroine of a romance novel?? How relieved he was when he found him in the coffin??? Him still remembering Guillermo's card word for word???!! Knowing that this toxic dark sided devotion goes both ways???!!! Borrowing the words of Fleabag: THIS IS A LOVE STORY.

Seriously, I know all these soft Nandor moments are here so the heartbreak when he learns about Guillermo being turned it's even bigger. But still denying that there is a romantic undertone between these two it's just being purposely adamant at this point (i'm looking at you wwdits reddit). Even if nothing explicitly romantic happens on screen, just by watching these moments, I know, we know.

Now, go listen to the ending song again. You will not regret it.

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

no rest for the wicked

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Bowser, Kamek, Bowser Jr, Kammy Relationships: Bowser & Kamek, Bowser & Bowser Jr Tags: Angst, Family, Exhaustion

Summary: Bowser is very much used to Kamek grumbling under his breath about the amount of work he has to do, work that Bowser gives him more often than not. But Kamek always pulls through with good results, so Bowser never pays said complaining any mind. Maybe he should have been doing so, instead of taking Kamek’s efforts for granted. Word Count: 2,784 words

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Kamek cut himself off with a weary sigh. “You’re not listening to me, are you.”

Walking next to him, Bowser smirked. “Nah, I got the gist!” He gestured to their surroundings, to the minions bustling to and fro carrying crates and supplies, setting up fire bars, pushing around statues. “Everything's on schedule, the plan’ll go off perfectly, Mario’s days are numbered, blah, blah, blah, right?”

“...you really should pay attention to what I say, sometimes.”

“Eh, but you’ve totally got everything under control.” Bowser waved a hand dismissively. “You’re my #1 minion, after all!”

Kamek stared at him — or through him, it almost seemed. “...right.”

“Hey, but speaking of,” Bowser said, leaning in close. “How’s that secret weapon comin’ along?”

“It’s progressing well,” Kamek replied after a moment. He shook his head as if to clear it, then continued. “Despite the...unreasonably rushed timetable, with any luck I’ll be able to have it ready well on time.”

Bowser pumped a fist in excitement. “See, I told you it’d be easy!” And Kamek had grumbled and complained under his breath so much when Bowser had put him in charge of developing it. Well, he’d put him in charge of finding the weapon at first, but apparently that had been completely impossible, no matter how he tried to order Kamek to do so, while creating it from scratch had been deemed near-impossible, instead. Hence the grousing about the difficulty or the tediousness or whatever — Bowser hadn't listened to any of it, because Kamek always had something negative to say about being assigned larger projects that were allegedly impossible, as if he didn't rise to the occasion every time to produce solid results. So surely the complaining was just some old man-ism or something.

“Yes, yes.” Kamek sounded distracted, his jaw flexing oddly.

But Bowser paid no mind to the lackluster response, busy picturing in his mind’s eye all the ways he could use his new weapon to crush Mario when it was finished. “And that chump won't even see it coming!” he crowed.

Behind him, Kamek mumbled something. It took a moment for Bowser to parse it as, “Don't count your chickens before they hatch, sire,” and Bowser scoffed, though he couldn't help the grin on his face about how on cue Kamek was, with a comment like that.

“Oh, come on, you know there’s no way I can lose, this time!” Bowser laughed, long and loud. “I’m the King, after all! And you’re the one making my secret weapon!”

“...”

Bowser frowned, slowing to a stop. This was supposed to be the part where Kamek chastised him for having a too big of a head. But the absence of such echoed throughout the room, as if the rest of the world had slowed to a stop, too. He turned around, and whatever was on the tip of his tongue in response to the silence died instantlyy, faced with Kamek lying on the floor in a heap.

Bowser’s first impulse was to make fun of Kamek for presumably tripping and falling on his own robes. But if that had been actually what had happened, then Kamek would have started in on the muttered cursing by now. He wasn't even moving. Was...he even...?

“H-hey...” Bowser crept closer to Kamek. Something moved in Bowser’s periphery, and Bowser found himself catching the gazes of a group of minions, staring back at him with a wide-eyed expression Bowser hoped wasn't a reflection of his own. “Are you people going to just stand there?!” he heard himself shout, and all at once half of everyone nearby sprang into action. The other half sprang into a panic, which was something Bowser should have probably been focused on abating but Kamek wasn't moving, and —

Amidst all the chaos of the moment, Bowser’s name was called. Bowser almost didn't hear it at first, but when the soldier that had called for him cut in front of his view of Kamek, Bowser’s attention snapped to him. Bowser screwed his face up to shout for him to get out of his way, but the soldier, determined to do the job his superior assigned to him no matter how much anger it brought, managed a, “King Boo has just arrived and is waiting for you, sir,” and fuck.

If it were literally anyone else, Bowser would blow off the upcoming meeting in a heartbeat in favor of watching over Kamek. But leaving King Boo hanging had consequences, and those consequences were annoying. Like “traumatizing everyone in the castle and straining their mental health resources and possibly putting his son at risk” annoying.

But the opportunity to damn the consequences and skip meeting King Boo anyway was snatched from him, by a lieutenant approaching him. Despite the clear apprehension in doing so, she informed Bowser that while he had been busy mulling over said opportunity, Kamek was halfway out the door to the medical wing. Bowser snapped his head up and around, but only caught the blue of Kamek’s hat on the white of the cloth stretcher as it turned the corner out of sight. Thus, at this point Bowser would more get in the way than anything, and the medical staff were just about some of the only people Bowser couldn't strong-arm into letting him do what he wanted, no matter all the power he’d try to pull for it. So he’ll forced to do nothing but wait. Without knowing what had happened to Kamek. And King Boo was still waiting regardless. Bowser ground his teeth.

“W-we’ll be sure to deliver updates as soon as we get any, sir,” the lieutenant said, an understanding in her gaze.

“...those updates better be quick.”

The lieutenant saluted crisply. “Sir, yes, sir.”

---

It was extremely rare, but Bowser really hated being King, sometimes.

And no time as much as this, rushing through a meeting with King Boo and probably acquiescing to too much during their negotiations in the process, and then stepping out after it and near-immediately getting pulled into seemingly a thousand other little yet important things that would be usually left to Kamek to take care of, but...yeah.

But finally, finally, he got word that Kamek had woken up, and that was enough to ditch whatever he’d been in the middle of to speed to the medical wing to see him. And when he turned the last corner —

“What the hell are you doing?”

On the other end of the hall, Kamek was leaning heavily against the wall. He raised his head. Even through the thick lenses of his glasses, Bowser could tell he wasn't all there. “...Going back to my office,” Kamek eventually replied, gaze fixed on a point in the middle distance just past Bowser’s elbow.

Bowser quirked a brow, striding up to him. “I don't think you’re gonna make it,” he said. “You look dead on your feet, old man.” This close, Bowser could see the dark, dark bags under Kamek’s eyes peeking out from beneath his glasses.

Kamek pushed himself off the wall, squaring his shoulders despite swaying as if the next stiff breeze would knock him over. “I’ve worked through worse.” He waved a hand in dismissal. “A strong coffee or two should do the trick.”

“Oh.” A beat. “Eh —? You’re working?”

“...Yes?” Kamek’s brows furrowed. “Your plans still need finishing, my Lord. Your secret weapon should still be ready in time.”

“I —” Bowser gaped at him. “You can't work!”

“Why not?”

“You literally passed out earlier!”

“...Minor inconvenience.” Kamek slumped back against the wall. “Won’t be too much of a delay.”

“...But you passed out!”

Through the haze of exhaustion, the irritation Bowser was used to began to peek through. “You’ve...already said that.”

They both stared at each other. Kamek pushed himself upright, almost falling over in the other direction before catching himself at the last minute. “If there’s nothing else,” he said, beginning to shuffle down the hall, “Then I’m leaving. I’ve” — he stifles a yawn — “I’ve got work to do.”

“Wait, hold on —” As Kamek passed him, Bowser reached out and grabbed him around the middle. “You can't work like this!”

“I have to!” Kamek tried to tug himself out of Bowser’s grip. He failed. “That’s the whole point of the plan!”

“Well, then...I’ll...I’ll come up with a different plan!”

“You?”

The retort was unusually cutting, and it took Bowser aback. “Well —! Whatever!” He sputtered, a wave of indignation flaring in his chest. “I’ll figure it out! But you're not working yourself to death on my watch!

“Don't be ridiculous.” Having given up on pulling himself out of Bowser’s hand, Kamek resorted to weakly banging on Bowser’s wrist, instead. “You’ve been going on about this for ages, and now you want to give it up? This is far too important to —”

“Screw important!” Bowser shook Kamek. “You were just laying there! I thought you —! You —!”

Kamek went quiet. “...sire, please,” he whispered, and Bowser abruptly realized that in his outburst his grip on Kamek had gotten a little too tight.

Bowser dropped Kamek as if burned. Kamek fell to the ground, gasping for air; he straightened his robe sleeve, fingers lingering on his arm as if to grasp it. He looked very small, uncomfortably so. Bowser felt very big, uncomfortably so.

The heavy silence broke when Bowser Junior poked his head out from the entrance of the medical wing. He frowned at Kamek. “You weren't supposed to leave, yet,” he accused.

Kamek glanced between him and Bowser. Bowser crossed his arms, wordlessly daring Kamek to try his stupid reasonings on Junior, too. Kamek sighed, defeated. “...Right. Apologies.”

Junior ran over to help Kamek stand. As he led Kamek back to the medical wing, Bowser trailing behind, a nurse ran out in a tizzy. “Oh, Lord Kamek!” they exclaimed upon seeing him, slumping minutely in relief. “A-and greetings, King Bowser, Lord Junior,” they continued, tensing right back up again under their reproachful stares. “Um.” They addressed Bowser, quaking in their shoes. “L-Lord Kamek is fine, he just needs rest. And he can go back to his rooms for that.”

“Whatever happened to doctor-patient confidentiality, huh?” Kamek scowled. The nurse flinched.

Despite his ire, Kamek was drooping where he stood, even braced against Junior. Junior could probably take all of Kamek’s body weight, Bowser thought, but nonetheless he found himself reflexively steadying him with a hand. Kamek stiffened, but slumped against his touch. Bowser let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

“Well, at least you don't have to stay in there,” Bowser muttered. Staying in medical sucked.

Kamek didn't respond; he’d gone still. Bowser reached down to poke him, and he heard light snoring. You’ve gotta be kidding; while still standing? Bowser didn't even know Kamek could do that!

Well, they were hardly going to get Kamek back to his quarters like this, so Bowser near-unceremoniously scooped him up to carry. Junior clambered onto Bowser’s shoulders, and off they went.

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Junior pushed the door to Kamek’s bedroom open as quietly as he was able. Bowser came in after him, carefully placing Kamek onto his bed. Junior, face screwed in concentration, carefully removed Kamek’s glasses and put them on the side table. As he covered him in blankets, Bowser watched Kamek breathe in and out in sleep, a faint frown on both their faces. He swirled around in spiraling thoughts until the sound of the door opening and closing again snapped him back to himself. Junior had left the room, and, curious, Bowser followed him, being led all the way to Kamek’s lab, where Junior was looking around the room with a purpose about him.

“What’re ya doin’, bud?”

Junior hummed. “I need” — he opened half the drawers of Kamek’s desk — “this!”

Junior held up a notebook, full of sticky notes lining the sides. The cover was old and worn, but the writing on it was clearly Kamek’s.

“I really don't think Kamek should be working right now...”

Junior levelled him with a blank stare. “He’s just gonna come get it, anyway.”

Hm. Well. The old man was evidently more stubborn than Bowser realized, so he supposed Junior had a point. He wasn't about to tell him that, though.

Regardless, Junior wasn't done with his search, turning his attention to the nearby bookshelves. He stared thoughtfully up at them, and Bowser was suddenly struck with a vision of the bookshelves toppling over because his son decided to try climbing them.

“You need some of those?” Bowser hurried to ask.

Junior nodded, pointing at one of the books. “The yellow one about tran...transmog-er-ation. Please,” he added, very belatedly.

Bowser spotted it easily, just barely within reach. “Trans-morgan-ratio, huh?” he repeated amusedly. “I didn't know you were into this stuff.”

“‘M not,” Junior said. He paused. “Pops’s been reading that one to me so I fall asleep,” he quietly admitted.

Bowser frowned. When was Kamek doing that? Bowser’s been the one putting Junior to bed recently, and Junior’s long since self-proclaimed himself too old for bedtime stories...? The answer hit Bowser all at once, and his face fell further.

“You know you can wake me,” Bowser said, because while he knew Junior’s been having nightmares by the way he’d been waking up with the kid curled in his arms in the morning recently, he hadn’t realized that Junior had been waking up even earlier than when he’d feel him crawling into his bed.

“I know, but Pops is already awake, anyway.”

“Already awake?”

“Mhm. In here, working!” Junior grinned. “He must really want everything to be perfect.”

Bowser looked around the room, at the discarded throw blanket on the couch, the empty coffee mugs crowding the desk, the loose paper scattered on the surrounding floor. Something sour curled in Bowser’s gut. “Yeah...”

As Bowser followed Junior out of Kamek’s lab, an errant thought occurred to him. “D’you think the old man’s eaten?” he asked the hallway.

Junior shrugged. “I haven’t seen him eating.”

Of course not. Bowser bit back a sigh. “How about this.” Bowser gets on a knee to address Junior on his level. “I can take Kamek his stuff”— he held out a hand for the notebook Junior was still holding — “and you can go to the chefs and tell them to whip up something special for when he wakes up. For him, not for you,” he added at Junior’s dawning delight at being able to freely choose dinner.

“Daaaad,” Junior whined.

The speed at which Bowser cracked was honestly kind of impressive. “Alright,” he said, mock-resigned with a smile wobbling on his face. “Maybe something special for you, too.”

“Yes!” Junior pumped a fist in excitement. He passed Bowser Kamek’s notebook. “You’d better be careful with this,” he warned.

“I will, I will.” Bowser chuckled, tucking the notebook alongside the book under his arm.

With that, Junior went to perform his task. Bowser turned the other way to walk back to Kamek’s rooms. Along the way, he ran into Kammy, who took one look at his face and what he was carrying and huffed. “So it finally happened, didn't it? Ugh, Kamek’s such an idiot.”

“Hey,” Bowser protested, though he wasn't sure at first what exactly he was protesting.

Kammy rolled her eyes. “It was only a matter of time. He’s a damn people pleaser with no sense of setting boundaries.” She clicked her tongue. “At least I don't have to mind him, this time.”

Bowser stood at a loss for words. In the meantime, Kammy wiped the irritation from her face, replacing it with a slynness. “Never mind that, though. Since Kamek’s out of commission, I can take over his project if you still need it done,” she said sweetly, practically fluttering her eyelashes at him.

“...I’m going to run that by the old man first,” Bowser decided. “Tell therest of the troops to put the other preparations on pause for now.”

Kammy looked disappointed, but she nodded, said, “Yes, King Bowser,” and parted from him.

Bowser returned to Kamek’s bedroom, where Kamek was still fast asleep. He put the books down on the nearby desk and frowned down at him. This time, Kammy had said. I've worked through worse, Kamek had said. All under Bowser’s nose, apparently. For a secret weapon for a half-cocked plan.

...a half-cocked plan whose appeal was very quickly wearing thin.

Bowser re-gathered the books in his arm. He took one last look at Kamek, reaching out as if to put a hand on his shoulder. Kamek looked tiny under the shadow of it. Bowser hesitated. He pulled his hand back. He turned away, leaving as quietly as he could.

He’ll come up with a different plan.

[osatokun]

New Orleans chronicle [long post]

Post for the people who comes in my blog and wondering who are the characters I constantly draw (and will go on drawing).

All of them - PC and NPCS from the Vampire the Masquerade games I play. Most of them from the longest game I had with friends, with its ups and downs the game lasted almost 2 years. here is the main player crew:

Charles Arthur Drinkwater (real name Benjamin Thomas Fox) -242 years old Scottish Malkavian, personal little mew mew of the local Harpy, surgeon since he was 20, and consultant in the weirdest occult questions. I played him, he was my first serious male character and it was very interesting experience. Dakota Salmon (real name Numpai) - 200 something something (230? 240?) years old Gangrel. She was primogen of the local Gangrels until the entire clan was exiled from the city. Highly respected by the clan, strong woman with cold logic and warm heart. She came back to the New Orleans in hopes to return gangrels their place in the city. She was played by @fj0rge Veronica Sugar (real name Veronica ) - a 100 something something years old Toreador, part of the coterie Charlie is in. A singer and vampire with the most high rating of humanity in the city. Crazy enough to get into Charlie's adventures and support him. She was played by @maria-ruta

Some of the names were taken form the New Orleans by Night book, but the characters are totally different. Plus our DM added just about every splat in the game. The game was set in 2022. From the foundation of the New Orleans it was ruled by Etienne Doran, Ventrue who always dreamed of making New Orleans the new Carthage. He drove the mages away from the city, united with local werewolves and in generally kept piece New Orleans (most of the time). However he was murdered in 1997 by unknown Gangrel, the entire clan was exiled, but no one ever found the assassin. Some of the names were taken form the New Orleans by Night book, but the characters are totally different. The game was set in 2022. From the foundation of the New Orleans it was ruled by Etienne Doran, Ventrue who always dreamed of making New Orleans the new Carthage. He drove the mages away from the city, united with local werewolves and in generally kept piece New Orleans (most of the time). However he was murdered in 1997 by unknown Gangrel, the entire clan was exiled, but no one ever found the assassin.

(here is Etienne and his sheriff and Brujah primogen Simon)

Since then New Orleans was ruled by princess Marceline, supported by local harpy, adopted Etienne's childe, Rene. Rene is also one of the reason Charlie traveled to the New Orleans. They did their best, but no one had the charm of Etienne, who could stop the war with a single smile

Now, to the main plot of the game (oh I'll try to be short) The main conflict is set around the prophecies of the future where masquerade will fall and the vampires (and werewolves) become part of the human society. Think True Blood style. Technocratic union mages,led by Eureka Jones returns in the city. As we learned much later,her department is trying to bring the project of integrating vampires into society to life. If her project fails, the future of vampires going to be..very sad. Charlie knew about this possible future from the very start which scared him a ton, but he could not ignore how much technocrats made to the people. And Rene, a true son of his sire, collaborated with mages for the future that he(and Etienne) always wanted. Eureka is magnificent but I have to finish her still..

In the same time, the Sabbat pack lead by Sascha Vykos, comes to the New Orleans. He knows about the future of vampires, but wants to play the main role himself. To ruin Technocrats he aims to find Traitor, the mysterious figure who collaborate with mages in their experiments. Dakota returns to the city to help fight with Sabbat (and possibly return Gangrels their place in the city) AND (like Sabbat war is not enough) the mysterious Gangrel courier named Mohammed arrives to the city, carrying a small suitcase. With the ancient vampire head in it. Living head. As we learned later, the head is imprisoned by the angel Gangrel named Enkidu, the angel constantly chops Gangrel's head somewhere in umbra, not letting him to heal. Both Enkidu and Angel leads courier to the unknown destination, when one courier dies, the other is chosen to continue his journey. The existence of the head was kept in secret until the end of the game (not surprising Charlie knew this secret tho..),but Sascha knew about it and wanted to get the head to help him find the Traitor.(and, well, diablerise later as a treat) Mohammed and Dakota (he quickly grew on her and they kept their loving relationships even after the game ended)

Long story short-the Traitor was Ada, Gangrel who killed and diablerised Etienne. Their souls willingly united and the developed a plan to bring new future to the vampires. In the end, Vykos pack was slain by Dakota, Ada, werewolf leader(poor lad died), Gangrels and one particularly charming Nosferatu. Gangrels was allowed to get back in the city, however Dakota and Mohammed (and Yaropolk) left to Russia, as they were sick of Camarilia and mages. However no one can deny that Gangrels led by Dakota played the biggest part in saving the city. What's Charlie's role you might ask? And where is his charming wife? Well, from the very beginning DM hooked me with a dream. Charlie saw a changeling in his nightmares, who asked him for help. And so, his personal storyline began. Of course he assisted other characters when he could, but his mine line is based around saving changeling. No one cares about them. They have no place in Technocrat's future, but now they are his family. He tried to find and then heal the changeling from his dream, who turned out to be young Balor princess, Monica. Her soul was stolen by the Settite leader(one of the two),mysterious Imhotep, who rumored to be Giovanni. Later Charlie learned that he's an actual mummy, which didn't stop him to awkwardly mess with the ancient creature. And poor Monica was in coma for the last 3 years, but thanks to her ability to travel through dreams she could try to seek help

While looking for changelings to find the one who called him, he met Glinda, the cursed Balor ex queen, imprisoned by other changeling house, Beaumayn in 1999th. Her changeling self fell asleep and she was guarded by a chimerical Dragon (who could take human form ),who acted like her abusive husband. While trying to learn who Glinda is, Charlie looked into her soul and immediately fell in love for the rest of his life. During the game they even ended up getting True Love merit Q_Q

A little backstory: as a teenage changeling queen Glinda saw the prophetic dreams about the end of the changelings. When she looked for the way to save her people, he was talked by Pentex and Nephandi into bringing a little apocalypse. Using the energy of the Red Star they'd bring a strong old spirit into the world, put it into Glinda's body and let her give birth to a new changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy the half of human population. Since Changelings get their powers from the dreams and fantasy, they will become stronger, because people will start dreaming more, hoping more, believing in magic and stuff. In fact a naive teen was talked into rape. The other house, Beumayn, freed Glinda's chimera, the Dragon, and burnt her in the chimerical flame, trying to kill her changeling soul and the spirit inside her. However, the spirit escaped to the Umbra and the connection with him helped Glinda survive. He forgot who she was, and the Dragon became her jailer, acting like her over controlling husband. However, the spirit creature lived and gained power with time, wanting to fulfill it's purpose and destroy the world.

During the game, Charlie found Monica, traveled into Umbra to the gates of Arcadia to get the healing for changelings and another Imhotep's victim. Healed them all, fought the Dragon on the Changeling court and freed a demon named Folly. With the help of the demon he turned Dragon into a simple human and won, freeing Glinda. The demon escaped in Europe and was out of the scene most of the time, but kept reminding Charlie about himself in many ways. Charlie learned that Monica's father was killed by her own mother, Imhotep's cultist, and adopted young Changeling. He also introduced her to a werewolf of the same age, Joshua, wanting her to have day-walking loyal friends wo she won't be alone. Later on they started dating, and in return Monica tried her best to represent Charlie to Gilnda in the best way possible. Glinda, Charlie and Monica quickly started to live together, Charlie tried to keep peaceful relationships between changelings and vampires/mages (or better say not making it worse).In the end, mages, vampires and Glinda united to destroy the old spirit without harming changeling. And Charlie, Glinda and their newly created chimera Jeff (who they consider to be their son) located Imhotep. Stole his power jars (I'm too tired to phrase it not in a silly way, but think of Baldur's Gate 3 quest with a mummy), destroyed most of them and watched Imhotep's army of ghosts destroying his body. Charlie offered the fame for killing Imhotep to another Settite leader, Manon, and in return she joined the ritual of the spirit's killing. Charlie knew that mummies are immortal, sooner or later he will come back, so he and Glinda dedicated their lives to the searching of the way to permanently trap Imhotep's soul and prevent him from stealing lives again. They lived +/- 6 more years in New Orleans (but traveled a lot), and then left to Egypt. Glinda stopped aging, gaining a lot of energy from their constant adventures and, possibly, connection with her true love. Monica, however, lived normal human life, forgetting she was a changeling once. She married Joshua and became a writer under the nickname Little Spider. Charlie made sure to collect savings for her, got her home, and the old Monica's home became a freehold for the new Balors. Ofcourse A LOT things happened in the game. And Charlie's story goes beyond one game, he have a lot of adventures in my imagination. But I hope that's enough..for the start! Some of the characters I managed to draw. I was so charmed by Glinda I just draw her most of the time haha

Dragon (Gregory Dequir) and Imhotep

Jeffrey

More finished arts for this game -> here Gangrel line up by @fj0rge -> here Nosferatu line up by @fj0rge -> here Veronica's references by @maria-ruta -> here and here and more Veronica here

More characters drawing by Ruta -> Jake(brujah) Jack(Gangrel) (Veronica has a J boyfriend collection) and silly guys Sad Charlie and Veronica comics by Ruta -> here

Thank you for reading!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hi Asmi!

As one of Crowley’s biggest simps, I would like your professional opinion. I’m working on a fic atm you see, and an idea was beamed into my head… despite what he may think personally (pride or otherwise), do you think Crowley singing along to a song would sound ethereal to humans?

thanks in advance ❤️

Professional Crowley Simp? I'VE WON AT LIFE WAHOO!

Okay. So. Hear me out. Bentley through the dread sigil Odegra style. You know how Crowley believes things and so they just sort of. Are. Well, I think Crowley is convinced the humans find her singing along to a song ethereal. And so they actually do.

Aziraphale is very confused the first time he encounters this, but then he figures that hey, well, maybe they just find Crowley ethereal to be around (totally not projection no siree).

Whaddya think?