#was debating going all out with demon horns etc

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@windbrook slashed! day twelve - "the killer"

-- the entity fka suzy xiu, ???/??? -- their plan was simple, buggy would tell the group he was going to go forage, and he and suzy would meet up. none of buggy's friends like suzy. she wasn't even invited to the camping trip. their plan goes haywire when suzy meets what she believes is an ancient vampire in the woods. she asks if she can be turned, but instead becomes the new vessel for the demon inhabiting the man. as the demon enters her body she feels an intense pain and wishes for death -- maybe she was granted it? she awakes covered in blood, to buggy screaming, and with a bloodthirst she has never known.

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Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"

[dgknightblue]

I’m thinking about starting the fantasy au fic.

The lore! Sabo x fem! Law!

I’ve decided. I have no idea what type of dragon Sabo will be cursed as.

I was thinking of Wyvern but I don’t know….

Lore wise for my fic…. I was thinking there would be Fairies, monsters, demons, and ??? I don’t know.

I need to make it clear distinctions…

Fairies are more elemental in nature. (Plants, fire, etc)

Monsters are more animal in nature. (Horns, feathers, etc)

Demons are more emotion in nature. (Belief, hatred, love, etc)

I don’t know.

You could have feathers and be a demon, or a fairy with claws, or a monster that looks mostly human.

This doesn’t account curses. Since I’m not sure how to balance out the magic.

Witches? Mages? Saint is a title given to a magic user that heals. It doesn’t really mean anything, the wealthy make it seem like it does.

Magic users go to school to study and one can earn the title if they decide to go work in churches. Saint is a job title that use to mean something else before the wealthy decided it meant their personal miracle workers.

No seems complicated I don’t think I have the skill to keep up with this.

Back to Sabo’s curse.

He was cursed to turn into a type of dragon/ creature and he hasn’t been able to have a proper conversation with anyone in years. He was cursed as a child and nursed back to health by people that could tell he was cursed. Or something??? I don’t know.

I’m debating between human by day and creature at night. And creature full time with people who know he’s cursed.

How long was he cursed? I don’t think I want it to be since childhood.

Hmm… I’ll be vague since I’m not the best at writing.

What significance does being a D have? I’m thinking that since D’s are enemies to gods then perhaps they are gods equalizers??? I don’t know.

Maybe they are special souls that can not be bent to anyone’s will truly??? But buggy is a coward….????

Again not a good writer so I’ll just try to keep it simple. Once I choose a name I’ll write.

Bound by a kiss

Bound by magic

Witch’s breath

Breath of fire

Fire’s breath

A witch’s kiss cures all

Kiss a witch, break a curse

Magic kiss

All of these names are lame.

I’m not even mentioning Law’s childhood.

[papirouge]

It's not throwing the OT about the bus, you ignorant. Just because you don't grasp the difference between the Old and New Covenant and how Jesus fulfilled the Law doesn't mean they are the same. Don't conflate your ignorance with an actual valid argument. Again, if Christians were like the Israelites, your Muslim butt wouldn't step a foot in a Christian land, so beware of what you're wishing for...

2. Yes capturing people at war isn't remotely the same as capturing women as sexual slaves. Your pathetic attempt at backtracking isn't fooling anyone : you lied and made stuff up. Take your L and go.

3. there's no obsession when I'm just stating basic OT/Israelites law. Remember, you're the one who brought up the OT, not me. You made your bed, now lie in it. You WISH modern Christians wouldn't be like the Israelites bc you for sure wouldn't be running your mouth like that against the children of God while comfortably living in *their* land. I'll say it again and again. COPE.

4. I already explained to you that it was technically impossible for Israelites to rape the women they capture because Israelites WERE FORBIDDEN TO HAVE SEX OUTSIDE OF MARRIAGE AND MARRY FOREIGNERS/NON JEWS. The children captured were NOT JEWS, genius. Israelites didn't have any prerogative at war to suddenly have sex with pagans or marry them. Stop making stuff up and stick to the Word. Which precisely states they'd had to" take them for themselves" = having to take care of them =/= SEXING THEM. And yes, if God tell the Israelites tells them to not kill children and take them along, they will somehow have to take care of them (feeding them, etc). I know you Muslim have an obsession with sex, but stop projecting this mess onto Israelites or Christian. Wooooow pervert Muslima detected.

5. It's a progress bc your initial verse you manipulatively MODIFIED (because you're a LIAR) stated it was okay to beat their slave. Try harder.

6. Yeah genius, the same "duolos" that Paul called himself as (slave) in Romans 1:1 which I already tackled earlier....🤡 Let me guess, you thought you did something with that one, huh? You're really a clown if you think you're going to school, me, a Christian about Bible words and their Strong/translation & definition. And if you were honest, you'd acknowledge that duolos can both mean slave AND servant and even mean a metaphor of providing a service for Christ. So you shoe horning the sole translation as "slave" of duolos is straight up dishonest. Sit down and stop embarrassing yourself.

7. "Paul still condoned slavery." Now I know you're being purposefully obtuse now that I literally pulled out the book of Philemon where he literally freed a slave. IDK if you're stupid, illiterate, dishonest, or all of this, but stuff like that is PRECISELY WHY I HATE debating with Muslims. You truly are a breed of liars and REFUSE to address any objective proof you're wrong. Demonic.

8. " It doesn't matter to me that Paul called himself a slave to Christ" AND IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT PAUL, YOU DELUSIONAL MUSLIMA. Paul wrote several books echoeing his statements about obedience to wordly masters. Someone advocating to free a slave cannot be pro slavery and it only takes a deceptive Muslim like you to deny this basic logic. You people are truly a breed of demons to be so comfortable LYING like that, it's unbelievable! If you refuse to act like they exist that's your problem; but don't act like your laziness to properly read the Bible or inability to put 2+2 together as an actual evidence of what you assume is real

"women are still subjugated LMAO. But yet again the bible is a steaming pile of contradictions and absurd trash soooo ..." Says the Muslima whose religion champions the worst treatment of women worldwide and whose prophet is a "feminist"....who raped a child. Before addressing the Bible "contradiction", address your own cognitive dissonance of defending a rapist and ped0phile, you delulu Muslima.

9. oh because you read the Bible before YOU came bothering me? Don't get it twisted ; YOU are the one came into MY post to lecture me about MY religion

"taqiyyah is lying about your religion to make it more presentable to non-Muslims? You're sinking faster than the titanic Hon."

YOU are taqiya in action : lying, deceptive...you check all the boxes, bestie<3. And GOOGLE is free. Look it up and you'll see I'm right. Your gaslighting doesn't work. And hm Hon, the only one "sinking" is YOU.. I already started getting anons saying how horrific Islam is bc of your tragic arguments. You Muslim are your worst enemies, and it's tragic you can't even realize it. You would gain so much in learning to shut up and stop trying to dEbAtE over such an indefendable relgion...

10. NOT YOU RESORTING TO A KUFFAR OXFORD STUDY TO PROVE AISHA WASNT A KID LMAOOOOOOO THE DESPERATION IS REAL!!!!! BESTIE DONT YOU HAVE YOUR PRECIOUS BOOK STATING THIS GIRL WAS STILL PLAYiNG WITH TOYS????

YOU BELIEVE THOSE KUFFAR ABOVE YOUR RELIGION BROTHERS FNFEIDZIFNIFNIF BRUUUUH I AM SOOOO EMBARRASSED FOR YOU💀💀💀💀

11. I literally don't care whether YOU think whether Mary was important or not. You said no women in the Bible existed without their husband or male sibling, I refuted your claim. You were wrong/lying (again) end of story. Take your second L and leave.

12. Cope harder. Women being stoned or getting lashed has nothing to do with evul Western countries. There are plentiful of other non Muslim poor countries, and even there women aren't that poorly treated. The common denominator is ISLAM, not Westerners fucking stuff up.

13. They are a minority because there aren't any strong male voices across in the Muslim world who strongly advocate against Muslim men abusing women and stop treating them like shit. Again : we have eyes, bestie. Pulling out those intellectuals names might make you think you did something, but REALITY rebukes any of your attempt to act like "progressive Islam" was somehow dominant or significant thing in the Muslim world. Where are enlightened Muslim scholars to stop women from being stoned? lashed? honor killed? *crickets*

14. the BaD tRanSlaTiOn excuse has precisely been addressed in one of this link, you illiterate 🤡

LMAO I LOVE you barely touched ANY of the many receipts I pulled out 🤡 2/3 of your post was to dunk on Christianism (bc your Muslims are OBSESSED with us) and you literally deflated like a balloon and struggled HARD when it came to actually address any of the Quran/Hadith monstrosities I pulled out... You Muslims are definitely better attacking God chosen people then defending your demonic religion. Understandable - but still TRAGIC

Here's more, David Wood exposing even further disgusting Quran :)

Liberal muslims on TikTok trying to convince us that Islam is the most feminist safest religion for women where any girl can be a business owner and have her own life while every male muslim believes women are inferior, despite praying will be destined for hell for being female, made to only make children and stay inside a house while those males justify child marriage, abuse and sex slavery is so ironic to see. And it’s harder even to see so many Christians fall for this.

I had watch a brief clip of some guy asking people what they feel when they heard the name of Jesus and the Islam prophet and so many people were emotional for the muslim on. This all feels like a spell to me being castedon the public

Muslims who grown up & live in the West have no room to talk about "feminist Islam" when the countries mistreating women the most are all Muslim. It's no coincidence.

We all know that Western culture is the only thing that keep Muslim men on check. I will never trust them when it comes to talk about female rights or whatever.

It's funny to see Muslims trying to debunk the Aisha being married at 6 saying "oh but the age calculation system was different!!!" when Aisha age was not debated like that in Islam UNTIL Westerners started inquiring them about it (I guess it didn't occur to Muslims that child marriage was a problem until then....) that's why they started resorted to flimsy excuses to not expose themselves as a pedophile enabling cult Soooo they pull out those coping excuses, saying that Aisha was actually twice older than the age described in their book.....which is stupid because you don't see them argue over other Islamic characters age, saying they are twice their described age. Like, WHY Aisha is the only character whose age is with a Islamic age calculation...but others characters' age isn't? 🤔 The math ain't mathing lol

And yeah I think people now are just scared to speak ill of Islam/Mohamed because of terrorism and Muslim overall aggressiveness whenever you dare criticize them. Look at them harassing apostates, and it's worse for ex Muslim converting to Christianism. Say what you want about Christianism, but ex Christians aren't out there changing identity because their family/community would literally KILL THEM for leaving Christianity. I do feel emotional when I hear the name of Mohamed too, but that's because I think of the countless victims his demonic cult did.

[fenharel-archived]

20-30 for sirena & melody?

20. what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?

sirena: when people look through her facade and make fun of her insecurities she hides so well (the way she treats people, the way she cares more than she admits, or how she wants love like every body else). nobody besides of her sister and an old rival in the thievery business have the guts to do that though. melody: melody grew up on the streets and later in an orphanage were she would be teased about her looks by the other children and sometimes even her caretakers all the time. they would call her a demon, step on her tail, once they even cut off her hair when she was asleep. then when she was working as a bard in taverns and such she would be teased about being too shy to actually sing. and then when she was a baroness people like jubilost would tease her about her “naive” way to rule a kingdom. so, someone would always find something to tease her for, but it used to affect her so much more than it does now. only her race can still be a touchy subject, if u approach it wrong.

21. did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered?

sirena: being an unlovable, evil b****, doomed to be unredeemable, alone and uncared for. but surpise!!!!!! shes just like everyone else. 🤡 well almost melody: her upringing caused her to be afraid of her own shadow, but becoming an adventurer in the stolen lands was such a crash course in “being a hero” she’s not afraid of anything anymore :3

22. do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet?

sirena: family is still a touchy subject (they could reject her oh no), she still has a (shredded up) invite from her vampire papa and her vampire aunty in her drawer, i imagine perhaps, after p:wotr, she actually visits them (and realises they DO love her 👀👄👀) melody: nope! bring it on, fairy demons, she’ll knock you out with her lute!!

23. how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc?

sirena: cold sweat, pacing and if shes cornered lashing out (with pin pointed insults, making a cool little vampire screech, or straight up biting) melody: running and hiding, a little yelp, sweating and closing her eyes

24. do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off?

sirena: no, she's incredibly patient and unbothered really by most things. but know her weaknesses and trample on them often enough and she'll plot your downfall ✌ melody: usually not, she rarely gets angry because she has a rather happy go lucky disposition. but she doesn't tolerate no unfairness no more, or people treating other people like trash, which can set her anger off.

25. do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?

sirena: no. 😈 melody: not anymore, but it used to! she was programmed to be ready to get jumped at any time. life on the streets makes you careful, and her pretty scared lmao.

26. what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?

sirena: history, ethics, human behaviour and motivations, music melody: POETRY. music, fashion, theatre, literature, LOVE, art-

27. what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?

sirena: her mother (who she murdered when she was a child) big oopsie. absolutely avoid talking about. melody: she's open about pretty much everything besides of the couple years in the orphanage because those left pretty deep marks. only tristian learns about those at some point.

28. do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many?

sirena: she never wanted any and neither did daeran. but a couple years into their marriage they start contemplaiting it :3 melody: she has two beautiful aasimar babies valentin and amélie :)

29. is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically?

sirena: no, she's obsessed with herself, to put it mildly. melody: she used to. wanted to change everything about herself. be a human, cut off her horns. blend in. but not anymore!!

30. is there something about their personality they want to change?

sirena: sometimes she wishes it wouldnt be so damn hard for her to open up, that she wouldnt need sarcasm or cruelty to cope, or that she could be as easy going and fun like other people who are loved by everyone melody: she always trusted easily, she's lucky she doesn't rule a kingdom alone tbh

[forevercloudnine]

new 52 scarebat ship meme

(I had @heroes-etc​ give me more questions, but for scarebat this time, since we talk about it 24/7 but I never post about it. These are from this ship meme.)

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

There’s only one feature of Bruce’s appearance that’s scarier when he’s not wearing the batsuit, and that’s his creepy blue eyes. Especially the way Greg Capullo draws them where they’re sickly pale and have ridiculously constricted pupils.

So his eyes would definitely be in the running for Jonathan’s favorite feature, even if seeing them would require Bruce’s mask to be off, which is something New 52 Scarecrow explicitly avoids. Yes, that character trait only exists to justify why Batman’s identity is still secret after Scarecrow mind controls and subsequently institutionalizes him in “Gothtopia,” but I think it’s interesting so I’m going to pretend it’s not shoe-horned in there for meta reasons.

Actually having to see Bruce without the cowl on would definitely permanently break the illusion of Batman as a nightmarish inhuman bat demon, which I’m sure is a large part of the appeal for anyone as obsessed with fear as Jonathan Crane. But Bruce’s creepy eyes would be a serious consolation prize. 

Bruce’s favorite of Jonathan’s physical features is rough, because Jonathan is famously not great re: physical features. I’m going to say his mouth, because a) that’s where the snark comes from, and b) the New 52 establishes that in one of their earlier encounters, Jonathan had sewn his own mouth shut, so it’s one of those things where a bad first impression turned positive later on leads to more fondness than if you’d made a good impression in the first place.

I just looked up the panel where he does it and I DID forget how incredibly gross his lips look here, which makes the fact that I have chosen it as Bruce’s feature seem really funny in retrospect. But I do think that seeing Jonathan’s mouth healed and unmutilated would be a reassuring reminder of how he’s stabilized since their first encounter, at least to the point that he isn’t hurting himself anymore. Also, Bruce buys him a lot of chapstick.

Bonus alternate answer that did not make it into the Google Doc:

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Bruce and Jonathan are both pretty competent deceivers in the New 52; Bruce always, Jonathan depending on how the writer is feeling (though you could argue that Bruce just has a stronger grip on reality, while Jonathan’s skill at obfuscation varies with how lucid he is).

...I was going to use Detective Comics #23.3 as an example of Jonathan being a good liar, but actually upon re-reading I’m realizing that only 1/4 rogues buy his attempt at manipulation. So maybe he’s considerably worse at hiding his intentions than he thinks he is. Regardless, he doesn’t ever attempt to disguise his obsession with Batman.

Whether or not he’d express romantic feelings or try to hide them is debatable. There’s no Masters of Fear equivalent in the New 52 establishing that he was ever mocked or punished for expressing romantic feelings for someone, though there is a flashback panel in his origin emphasizing that he was always lonely in this regard (and coincidentally doesn’t specify that his interest is in women, which is fun).

In Green Lanterns #17 he has some internal monologue about how fear is his romance and he needs Batman to feel it, but it is an INTERNAL monologue, so it’s not clear if this is something he would express to Bruce or keep to himself. Or if he’s even fully processed it himself, given how incredibly out of it he is in this comic. Most of his spoken lines are just kind of screaming incoherently. Bruce gets pretty snippy with a Green Lantern at the end of the issue for suggesting that Jonathan should be punished for his crimes as if he were in control of his actions. 

Bruce is a similarly complicated answer, since for all his deceptions and shadowy mystery he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to romance. It’s just that his heart doesn’t express or process emotions the same way as anyone around him, which can create conflict. His (seriously underrated) love interest during Scarecrow’s origin arc, Natalya, spent most of her time dating him thinking that he didn’t care about her for this reason. He was trying to express that he loved her, but he mostly did so through complimenting her skills, which she never took as serious declarations of affection because he wasn’t being straightforward and she was insecure.

Jonathan does not himself seem like someone who would be especially secure in the idea of another person having romantic feelings towards him, so I assume that while Bruce might THINK he’s being open with any romantic feelings he develops, he would in reality just be really confusing.

13. How do they react to being away from each other?

I actually think that in general, Jonathan is one of the few people who would have no issue dealing with Bruce’s tendency to unexpectedly go AWOL for long periods of time, given that he himself has a tendency to fixate on his work to the exclusion of everything else.

But New 52 Jonathan specifically probably has pretty serious abandonment issues due to his father putting him in “the pit” and dying before he could take him out, meaning that Jonathan was waiting for his dad to come back for him for God knows how long, until Jonathan Sr.’s employers finally sent the police to investigate. 

So while in general I think he wouldn’t be very clingy, any impression that Bruce had died or otherwise wasn’t coming back for him would probably be incredibly triggering. If Bruce could assuage this reaction by occasionally sending updates that at least indicated he was still alive, then I doubt Jonathan would have any problems with his absence.

(@heroes-etc​: bruce sending like a checkmark emoji once a day. jonathan hears his phone ping, looks at the screen, and goes hm. good. and doesnt respond.)

Bruce meanwhile has no problem ditching literally any love interest at any time if something crime-related comes up, unless he’s considering quitting the cowl for them (as Joker probably accurately fears will happen with Catwoman in Prelude to the Wedding). But I don’t think he’d stop being Batman for Scarecrow, nor would Jonathan ever want him to — he’s interested in Batman, not necessarily Bruce Wayne.

But even though Bruce wouldn’t have an emotional problem with distance, I think he would get similarly paranoid if they went too long without contact, though for different reasons than Jonathan. Unlike some other villains (*cough* Joker and Riddler), Scarecrow has machinations that don’t require getting Batman’s attention, so if he decided to continue with his less legal experiments, he would not feel compelled to get Bruce involved. While the “World’s Greatest Detective” would probably not have an issue keeping an eye on Jonathan while he���s in Gotham, he’s considerably less capable of that in space. And Jonathan is definitely a rogue he would be obsessed with keeping an eye on, even if he reformed. 

Batman & Robin Eternal established that Dick’s first supervillain conflict AND first mission leaving the country was chasing Scarecrow across the world for an entire summer, which is kind of insane considering how early it was in Batman’s career. Like, he did not have an army of children to watch Gotham for him while he was gone. He had one child, and he took that child WITH him. He left Gotham undefended for months, JUST to catch Scarecrow. Sooo that in of itself implies he wouldn’t be great at keeping his distance.

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Well, Jonathan occasionally sees Bruce as a giant bat demon, so yes.

Outside of that very obvious differing view, Jonathan in general sees himself and the rest of the rogue gallery as more vital to Batman’s identity than Bruce considers them; the extent to which he’s right varies depending on your interpretation of Bruce’s character, but it’s definitely not something Bruce would ever consciously think or say. 

This is related to something that’s definitely a misconception of his, though, which is that the majority of Batman’s job revolves around supervillains like him. In Kings of Fear, when Jonathan blackmails Bruce into letting him come on patrol with him (which is a whole thing in of itself), he’s shocked at how boring most of Batman’s work is. Which probably goes along hand in hand with sometimes seeing Bruce as an almost mythologically inhuman figure. 

In his defense, it’s not like he has a lot of context for what the minutiae of Batman’s job is like. He’s either fighting Batman, hiding from Batman, or imprisoned by Batman in Arkham, a place where everyone else also spends all their time fighting or hiding from Batman. Which would really skew your perspective.

Interestingly, Bruce and Jonathan are both people who pride themselves on being extremely self-aware. Both of them probably inaccurately. You can rant about how you have a perfect understanding of your troubled mental state all day long, but if you’re still dressing up like a monster at night to indulge the power fantasies you created as a traumatized child by scaring the hell out of people, there’s probably a level of self-realization you haven’t gotten to yet.

Bruce however is at least self-aware enough to regularly be able to analyze his way out of fear toxin induced hallucinations, which Jonathan is unable to do — when he’s not depicted as having become immune to his fear toxin due to overexposure (as he is in Green Lanterns #17), he can be defeated with the same formulas that Batman regularly manages to resist (like his honestly embarrassing breakdown in Nightwing #50). 

Which ties into the difference between how he sees himself and how Bruce sees him: Jonathan obviously visualizes himself as a “master” of fear. He actually has the same internal monologue about fear and trauma that Bruce does in Batman: The Dark Knight #13: “Make it your own... run to what you fear... stare it in the eye... until it whimpers and backs down.” But Bruce doesn’t see Scarecrow as conquering his fear; he sees him as addicted to it, to the point of his own detriment.

Which is interesting, because Jonathan clearly sees his Scarecrow persona as a way to regain control after being victimized by his father’s fear experiments throughout his childhood. I guess Bruce’s perspective would be that Jonathan’s father instead got him addicted to fear as a child, so his attempts at agency as Scarecrow are just a) reliving his trauma over and over and b) compulsively inflicting his own trauma on others. There’s probably some truth to that, even if overall it’s probably an oversimplification (and coincidentally pretty much EXACTLY what Riddler argues Bruce is doing by “funding” Batman in Batman Annual #4, so there’s that).

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

The obvious answer here is yes, because Jonathan is a supervillain with no regard for human life while Bruce is a superhero who has dedicated his life to protecting people. So presumably one or both of them would have to make serious compromises to be together. HOWEVER. Scarecrow’s primary motivation is to research, understand and inflict fear, while Batman’s modus operandi is making his enemies afraid of him. So despite their contradiction in morals, they’re uniquely positioned to advance each other’s goals, were they to ever join forces.

Bruce never has a problem using fear toxin on Scarecrow, presumably partially out of an “eye for an eye” sense of poetic justice, but also because Batman is practical and it’s a nonlethal weapon that’s always available to him while fighting Scarecrow. If he could have fear toxin customized for his own use, it’s hard to imagine him being unwilling to use it. In Gothtopia he actually advocates for using what’s leftover from Crane’s new formula on all the inmates at Arkham, which seems about as insanely morally ambiguous as it gets. Arguably, putting fear toxin in his smoke bombs would be considerably less wrong than drugging mental patients out of their mind when they’re supposed to be receiving therapy (this is also the issue where he illegally releases Poison Ivy because she did him a favor, which is both morally questionable and relevant to the current topic).

Jonathan obviously already thinks Batman is the most interesting possible case study in fear; it’s why he keeps coming back to Bruce and Gotham despite being one of the more independent villains in Batman’s rogue gallery in the New 52. So though he would have to give up actively kidnapping people (which would be a huge sacrifice, I’m sure), teaming up with Bruce would give him unrestricted access to his favorite test subject. Unfortunately, it seems very possible that he would fall back to old tricks if he ever felt that he’d gotten everything he could out of a partnership with Bruce. Fortunately, that would probably take a VERY long time.

[trunkzbriefs]

Any Son and/or Briefs family headcanons? Spicy hot takes? Truths Toriyama and Toyotaro themselves can not handle? Straight up lies?

GODDAMN SORRY this took a while cause i suck at putting thoughts together. i apologize for my obvious briefs bias i have more hcs for them than the son family despite loving them both :pensive: anyway heres some random stuff

briefs hcs:

all of the briefs are pros at non-verbal communication. i hc that saiyans have their own language (and also in my own Mind Canon they still have their fuckin tails) and a lot of it is done through tail movement/body posture/grunts/etc. etc so theyve all sort of picked that up. even bulma, who doesnt have a tail, is pretty good at getting across what she means without actually speaking. they still do speak normally but it comes in handy sometimes considering that both trunks and vegeta are prone to running out of speaking energy or getting very frustrated with words, so having another way to communicate works very well for them

vegeta is fffffffffffffffffffurry. without getting too deep into my own General Saiyan hcs (thats why i made a whole ass four subspecies!!) i think that the entirety of planet vegeta tended to be very hot aside from the part where the castle was, where the temperature would drop. meaning that saiyans working in the palace would grow thicker fur around certain parts of their body, and in the royal saiyans theyd be Especially fluffy. he kept it down on earth, but he has thick patches of fur around the bottom parts of his arms and legs. kind of like snowy boots and gloves! he also has fur that grows in on his neck like a lions mane.

future trunks is an actions sponge, vegeta is a words sponge. vegeta will pick up words VERY quickly regardless if he fully understands the meaning of it or not (completely inspired by 'THATS RIGHT BOYS... MONDO COOL' in z) and future trunks will unintentionally mimic the actions of people - around people he looks up to he might take a few small mannerisms from but this extends to copying the disposition of anyone; he's just very adaptive. this is the most obvious (and funniest) when he's around vegeta bc it really shows like. yeah damn that sure is vegeta's son

vegeta & bulla have an intimidating bastard smirk naturally. their natural smiles are pretty frightening and they have to put effort into a 'normal' one. this also extends to current trunks, his default smile is the Vegeta Bastard Smirk but he learned to have a normal smile quicker than his father and sister. future trunks has a slightly unnerving natural smile (the fact that his pupils are always drawn so fucking small makes me hc that he just has a very intimidating look of 'cat thats about to pounce on an unfortunate trapped mouse' whenever he smiles) but he learned to look normal even quicker than current trunks since he's around humans a Lot and is sort of their uh, Hope. don't want to look scary to the people who depend on you!

bulma has some fighting knowledge and mildly good ki control. vegeta taught her it as a just in case so that she'd be able to defend herself against Bigger threats if he wasn't there and also so she could raise her own ki to alert someone to her if she had to.

vegeta is extremely clean and can not stand to have things disorganized for more than like... an hour before he has to tidy everything up. every time he goes down to the lab and bulma is passed out in a pile of bolts and circuit boards it kills him inside just a little bit

future trunks has little concept of power control. since his timeline was always in danger it wasn't really an important thing for him to learn. the amount of mugs he's accidentally crushed is impressive

vegeta tends to not sound like he's asking questions when he is. he doesn't add the proper infliction to the end of his questions and just sounds flat most of the time. it's confusing to people who dont know him well.

im not even gonna lie, im a BIG fan of the chill demon panchy headcanon so i love the idea that the briefs have a Lil bit of demon in them but just dont know it ghjnkm

[banging my fists on the 'hcs that not even got could take away from me' table] future trunks has OCD

vegeta doesn't really get labels but he's bisexual & "debatably a man", bulma is bisexal & bigender transfem (sometimes shes Wamen and other times its like "gender? no"), bulla is a nonbinary lesbian, current trunks is a bisexual trans man & future bulma forgot to explain the concept of gender and sexuality to future trunks so he's a little confused on that front and his gender & sexuality are "i have literally never thought abt these concepts in my life but i think men are nice. i refuse to think about gender though" (i actually have two main hcs for future trunks which are either gay trans man or more-feminine-presenting nonbinary bisexual)

son hcs:

goku is Not as fluffy as vegeta at all, but he does have fur on certain parts of his body. namely on the back of his elbows + ankles, down his back connecting to his tail, and on his shoulders. its inherented from gine!

gohan is learning saiyan language from vegeta! vegeta acts grumpy about it but he's glad to have someone to teach. when gohan learned that most of the history had been lost he basically wished shenron for a big ol book on saiyan culture and gave it to vegeta just as an act of kindness and vegeta was like [in an angry voice but very touched] "Ok. Sit down. You're learning." by extension gohan is also teaching the rest of his family!

i will take ox king being actually non-human to my grave so like, chichi has horns and a very short ox tail! gohan and goten both have horns, but they're hidden by hair. goten's horns are bigger than gohans.

goten also has a more ox-like tail, with a little puff of fur at the end. generally, gohan looks more saiyan-like and goten looks more ox/human-like.

although he keeps up his cheery demeanor very well, goku is still haunted pretty badly by like... everything that’s happened in his life. he still has frequent nightmares about cell & buu specifically.

gohan will freak out at worse, zone out at best, if he's even tapped on the neck. it reminds him of the whole 'getting his neck snapped on namek' so that area is pretty off limits to everyone

goten gets along really well with android 17. they both have a love for nature and 17s kind of like his chill uncle, so whenever he gets too stressed out or just needs a break you can find him face down on the ground outside of 17's place on monster island.

goku is really really good at remembering completely random shit. bulma uses this to her advantage whenever she's working and has him memorize random technology stuff. a week later goku can not remember what he had for breakfast that morning but as soon as bulma asks "hey do you remember what i told you last week" hes like "oh yeah sure i have no idea what it means but [blurts out three hours worth of technical garble]"

oh boy is this a headcanon that has a lot more depth to it than just a bullet on a tumblr post, but gohan has DID!

goku, like vegeta, doesnt get labels either, and does not even Try, ask him about any of it and hes like "i dont get the gender thing but i think lots of people look nice :)" gohan is gay and like vegeta, "debatably a man", goten + chichi are both bi nonbinary, & pan is a lesbian trans woman.

both:

bulla and pan are both into music! i think theyd mess around making their own stuff w/ launchpads

i have a general hc of ki mixing or shielding, essentially, if youre close enough to someone people wont be able to tell apart your ki and you can also 'shield' someone with your ki for a small amount of time. if vegeta has his energy low, his and bulma's energy are the same. same thing with goku and chichi! goten and trunks are near impossible to tell apart, and same thing with gohan and videl.

though goten and trunks are both protective over their younger siblings, gotenks is that protectiveness times a thousand. look at bulla or pan wrong for 2 seconds and you're going to have an angry gotenks in your face asking if you have any last words. i like to think that trunks and goten fused casually a lot, especially around the time where bulla and pan were young, so its basically goten and trunks own attachment to them PLUS gotenks' attachment to them as his own person combined.

i like to pretend end of z did not happen the way it did so uub, using nimbus, travels back and forth a lot. goku isn’t the only one who teaches him how to fight as goten, gohan and trunks all think of him like a little brother and love training with him!

fuck you letters to toriyama/toyotaro hot takes:

cell, as cool of a villian as he is, definitely should have had a creepier final form. or multiple- just something that really drives in the fact that he's made up of other's dna & fuckin ABSORBS people. also his first two forms should have had a different absorbtion method other than the tail thing (not the drinking thing thats fine) it just feels.   Weird. not good

it would have been far more interesting to keep the bitter attitude towards vegeta that future trunks had imo... in super trunks was going through a Lot granted but the fact tht he wasnt more confrontational to vegeta being a dick to him seemed kind of off considering his attitude in z i just.. think it would be interesting and far better if they had more of a back and forth 'family but lowkey hate each other' relationship

i dont want to rant about super so heres some super condensed takes, goku black arc specific because thats 90% of what ive seen of super:

mai is a fucking freak ass weirdo, why did they not just make another character to pair with trunks

trunks not flipping the fuck out at his timeline being erased feels... out of character. also trunks deserved the win against zamasu

future bulma did NOT need to die

trunks should have just stayed in the current timeline

please fucking let trunks and goten grow up. we SAW a version of trunks who looked 14 (history of trunks....) and the versions of goten & trunks we have r/n in super do not look 13/14 respectively what in the goddamn hell is going on in the character design department

super definitely should have taken place later down the line

supers version of bulma and videl look awful. why are they That stick like.

vegeta needs to kill frieza. just once.

fu has enough potential to be a very interesting mainline character and i am so sad he's not

i would actively enjoy a sdbh anime with more  budget that isnt just a promo anime and has a plot that makes sense... i think db should have more wild spinoffs

xenoverse deserved a better story that went FULL in on the 'what if' type of timelines- like they did in raging blast which is a FUCKING GREAT GAME

straight up lies:

dragon ball z is a good series

[chocochar]

ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ | ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ!ᴅᴀʙɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3: TBA

(AN: Okay so this is going to be a series, I'm not sure how long yet, but I have some ideas. Hope you enjoy!)

Warnings: Swearing

       Waking up it felt like (F/n) she was covered in bricks; it was a struggle to sit up when her eyes opened, and looking around she has no idea where she is, or what happened after she went unconscious. Rubbing her head she groans, sleep still calling her name but the college student managing to shakily get to her feet.

       "Where... Where am I...?"

       The place is dark and has a dreary feeling to it. It looks a basement judging by the broken rectangular windows on the wall that she can see daylight pouring through and the forest ground above. The room is carpeted although much of it is missing or has claw marks as well as the wallpaper sharing the same treatment. The only light she has is the sun letting her make out a queen sized bed with nightstands on both sides of it, a dresser at the foot of it, and a wardrobe lying face down. The bed is dressed in red sheets that, while looking comfortable, are dusty and appear old. (F/n) is standing across from it on what looks like animal furs and moving off them she grips her head.

       "Shit..." she groans, her skull throbbing. Shaking her head the woman looks at the door near the bed noting it's the only one; it must be the exit.

       Leaving the room, surprisingly finding the door unlocked, the woman steps into what looks like an old laundry room whose machines have been out of commission for a long time and directly to her right are stairs leading up to yet another door.

       When she goes to head up, though, she stops. Something is pulling at her, trying to keep her from leaving, and the whispers return, the same from last night. Her skin feels warm, a presence with her but when she looks behind her no one is there. Furrowing her brows she ignores it as best she can before starting up the steps.

       Her throat feels tight noticing the hand prints burned into the walls beside her seeming to follow her as well as footsteps not her own right behind her. The air is feeling hotter, so hot she's steadily struggling to breathe, and her legs pick up the pace while her hand grasps at the door handle. Touching it she gasps,"Ow, shit!" It's incredibly hot, but there's no signs of a fire, she can't smell one. What the hell is going on?!

       It all hits a head when the hands start to... come out of the walls beside her with arms following and they reach for her. Black smoke rises off them, and her eyes widen in a panic.

       The door flies open as she kicks it and she rushes out of the stairwell, panting. Taking a brief glance around she can see she's in a cabin, the place still decrepit even up here, how did she end up here? She grips at a wall away from the doorway and her (eye color) orbs look back at the darkness. With the light pouring in through the windows it's like it never penetrates that dark, and she immediately realizes why as a figure takes a step out of it.

       It's a male figure, and as the black wisps of smoke lift off his body what appears to be his mouth opens and blue flames come whipping out of the corners. His body starts to form, the black covering him slowly disappearing to show her his true appearance; first his torso, scarred with purple marks stapled to pale skin, the purple covering from his neck to just above his pecks, down his arms to his wrists, cutting off just before the hands which look normal other than more staples. He's shirtless, more scars around his sides, and he's wearing black pants and boots. His eyes open, that same haunting cerulean as the hound, and his face shows; scarred under his eyes and his bottom lip the purple lines his lower jaw area even to his pointed ears where sit multiple piercings from 3 along the shell to studs in the lobe and a few more. His hair is messy and black, and poking out from the locks are two horns that match the hellhound's. The last thing she notes is a tail whipping behind him, the tip covered in that same black hair as atop his head.

       Her heart is thundering, the (brunette, blonde, etc) speechless while his aloof gaze doesn't change as his eyes never leave her form.

       "So you finally woke up? Good, why don't we have a chat... (ancestor's name)."

[X][X][X]

       Search and rescues have already started looking for the missing student since the others returned the night before, but nothing. It's like she vanished. No one believes the hell hound story, assuming it was just wolves or a bear, no matter how many of the young adults are telling the same story.

       But one person is interested, his ears having perked at the mention of the beast. He's helping in the search and rescue, but more to find the beast itself. The girl... is most likely dead, but if he can find the demon he can finally move forward on his plan.

       Pushing some of his blonde locks he ignores the twitch on his back between his shoulder blades as he scours the area for more proof. He has some fur as well as being able to feel the demonic presence spread around them that the others can't; he catches the movement further through the trees of another large dog dashing off.

       "So there are more of you, huh? Guess that curse was no joke..." he mutters under his breath.

       "Hey, Takami, find anything?" one of the members ask and he looks at them grinning, shaking his head.

       "Nothing yet, but I'll keep looking!" They don't need to know about the fur strands or small amounts of blood he found, no use breaking his cover. He keeps looking, feeling the eyes watching them from the beasts hiding spots.

[X][X][X]

       "So you're not (ancestor's name)?"

       "No, I told you that already!!"

       Currently (F/n) is standing behind a couch, watching the demon only a few feet from her closely while fear spikes inside her. She tried to run the moment he manifested in front of her, but now here she is, cornered with the doors all slammed shut and locked. His own orbs appear annoyed and he shakes his head, summoning fire on his hand as he lifts it.

       "And you expect me to believe you? You may look a bit different, sure, but I'm not an idiot, (ancestor's name)," his gruff voice sighs and with a gasp she ducks down behind the sofa just in time as azure flames blow above her ducking head. They singe the back of the furniture and he looks like he's not going to let up. "Just be honest and maybe I'll play nice with you, witch."

       "I told you, I'm not... whoever you're after!! My name is (F/n)!!" (F/n) screams, in a ball on the floorboard trying to protect her face from the blaze.

       The flames cease for now as he replies,"Oh really? You expect me to believe someone who looks exactly like the hag that cursed me?"

       "I'm telling the truth!! Please, like, use a spell or something, or look into my thoughts, whatever demons too, to prove I'm telling the truth," she calls out, moving onto her hands and knees and peeking out from the corner of the couch. His flames are gone and he looks to be contemplating what she said.

       "... Fine, come here," he commands. She doesn't even get the chance to move as her body suddenly stands straight and moves on its own over to the fiery demon. Standing before him her eyes widen meeting his as he forces her to look up at him, and as he whispers a spell she feels herself go stiff wondering what he's doing. Moments pass, tense moments as she wonders if they'll be her last, but he lets her go and sighs, rubbing his neck as he turns away saying,"Guess you are telling the truth... Dammit..."

       She lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she takes steps away from him until the back of her knees hit the couch and she plops down on it. Her body already feels drained of the energy she did have waking up. Watching him (F/n) debates on asking him who he's looking for; apparently some (ancestor's name) who looks exactly like her, but (F/n) has no idea who that is. Or why he wants her other than a curse mentioned.

       "Who are you?" she decides to ask first, the demon stopping his pacing and looking at her with a glare.

       "... Dabi," he replies shortly, turning his dagger filled look to the wall.

       "Okay, well, if you don't mind me asking, why did you take me, uh, Dabi?" she asks next. "You mentioned some (ancestor's name) as well as a curse but to be honest I have no idea what you're talking about."

       It's silent as he again looks like he's thinking before he shrugs.

       "Not like it means anything now, you're not the witch so you're useless to me," he comments, (F/n) flinching ready to dart behind the couch again. "(Ancestor's name) was a witch a few hundred years ago, that curse I mentioned was something she put on me and some other demons after some things took place back then. Guess I thought witches could live forever, unless something happened to her," he sighs, his tail whipping in annoyance,"Not that it matters now, I was looking to erase my curse but looks like the hag up and died."

       (F/n) fidgets with her shirt as she thinks of a reply that won't make things worse with the already irate demon.

       "So, what exactly is the curse?" she asks. Is it to do with his scars? Or maybe he's stuck in the mortal realm?

       "You know demons have wings right?" He retorts, (F/n) shrugging with a half nod. "I can tell you don't really, well all demons have wings, horns, a tail, for the most part. Most of us are powerful, too, I'm not too low on the food chain myself. Do you see wings on my back?"

       "Uh... No?"

       "The curse caused quite a bit of damage on me, the scars being a part of it as well as losing my wings," he continues, looking at her. "But she also took away most of my power."

       "So... does that mean you're stuck here, in our realm?" (F/n) guesses, the ravenette luckily nodding.

       "Exactly, that and I'm stuck only being able to change into the dog form," he finishes, sitting on a chair across form her and scratching his head. He still looks irritated but he's calmed down some at least. (F/n) stares at him, curious about why he'd be stripped in such a cruel way in the first place but not wanting to ask and risk poking the bear further.

       "So there's no possible way to get you back to normal?" she asks instead, his cerulean gaze lifting to meet her (eye color) before shaking his head. But he suddenly stops and it's almost like a light bulb goes off in his head. He's suddenly sitting beside her and she jumps with a gasp when he takes her hand in his and sniffs at her wrist. "Uh, wha-"

       She can't finish as his fangs suddenly sink into her arm; the pain is intense but she can't say a word, too confused with her mind going blank. It only lasts a few seconds, luckily, and he licks the blood that seeps out of the two prick marks which also closes the wounds. And the look he has when their eyes meet again she furrows her brows at.

       "Thought so."

       "Wh... What...? What did you do that for?" she asks, forgetting that he's still clutching her hand with his warm, bigger one.

       "You're her descendant, guess I'm not surprised with how much you look like her," he lets her go only to take in her scent while bringing his face in close to her own.

       "H-How did you figure that out?" she asks leaning back with both a concerned look as well as pink tinted cheeks. "A-Also why would that matter?"

       "Your blood, I'm not going to go into all the details, but you share the same blood, I can tell, and you smell like her too," he responds before standing and stretching, his tail swishing in a much less annoyed way. Turning back to the confused college student he gives a shadow of a smirk and says,"It matters because now I've got a way of turning back the curse, and I won't have to get rid of you which means I don't have to torch your pretty little face.~"

       (F/n) is silent as this all processes in her head, and she swallows not liking where this is going.

(AN: Part 2 is done, yay lol more characters are on the way to cause trouble for our scarred demon baby and (F/n)~

Hope you all enjoyed, let me know what you think? Thanks for reading~)

[shadowed-dancer]

Seraphine and Ophelia AU

One upon a time, I made 2 svtfoe kids. One was a Starco girl, the other was a Tomstar girl. It was a time when season 4 had not ended yet, no one had any idea where the ships were going, and we couldn’t even begin to dream that magic would be destroyed and Earthni would become a thing.

This AU does not follow my usual “fit this into the canon as much as possible” motif. Instead, I consider it an “alternate history” of Mewni. I debated for a while how I wanted to end the stories of the two girls, and I still haven’t totally decided. I left it up in the air.

I don’t like to make my ocs suffer... usually. This was a new turning point for me.

Also be aware that certain characters may act out of character given what we know about the canon, so sorry if that’s not your style.

First, the set up. Globgor is free, and he and Eclipsa rule a Mewni that is comprised of both Monsters and Mewmans living in harmony. The Mewmans that opposed this went with Moon, who began a new kingdom called the Yurt Kingdom. The people there REALLY hated monsters, and this extended to kingdoms that were once allies like the Lucitors, Pony Heads, Waterfolk, etc.

Also yes, this means there were 2 royal families with the last name Butterfly.

Star and Tom had to continue their relationship in secret for many years, as the people of the Yurts would go crazy if they learned Star was dating a demon. It was rocky and breakup was pretty much inevitable, but this secret relationship eventually resulted in the conception of a baby. They had to act quick, in order to protect their child as well as themselves.

They broke up, with Tom entering an arranged marriage in order to keep the peace for his own Kingdom. Meanwhile, Star realized that she had feelings for Marco, and Marco was happy to have his feelings reciprocated. He and Star claimed that they had been having a secret relationship for years, and announced Star’s pregnancy along with plans for marriage.

Star and Marco were happily married 3 months later (yes that was fast), and a few months after that Star had her baby.

This baby was Seraphine, and as soon as she was born Star and Marco knew they’d need to cover for her. She had pink hair, pale skin, 3 blue eyes, pointed ears, horns, and a tail. They covered her up at all times, and claimed that the pink hair came from Celena. The only people who knew the truth about her were Star, Marco, Tom, Moon, and River.

Marco absolutely adored Seraphine by the way, and considered her like his own daughter.

2 years later, Star and Marco had a daughter of their own: Ophelia. Ophelia had brown hair and eyes, as well as tanned skin and Marco’s birthmark. The girls grew up to be best friends, and were as close as two sisters could get.

Also somewhere during this time, Tom and his wife had a son, who would end up being heir to the Lucitor throne.

Seraphine was an absolute sweetheart who was loved by the Kingdom. She was seen as the perfect princess, as she seemed to be mild-mannered and polite. To hide her horns, she wrapped her hair into a heart-shape like that of her grandma Moon, with thick bangs to hide her third eye and loose hair to hide her ears. She looked perfectly Mewman in every way, shape, and form.

(Seraphine in disguise)

Ophelia, on the other hand, was wild and outgoing. She was happy to live the royal lifestyle without pressure of ever being queen. Besides, she knew Seraphine would do a way better job than her anyways. However, she was always fiercely loyal to her family, and loved her sister more than anyone else in the world.

Seraphine had a crush on a Spiderbite prince: Princess Penelope and Slime’s son Damien, while Ophelia was secretly dating the Waterfolk princess, Alice.

(An old concept piece of Alice and Ophelia from last year)

Neither of these relationships were allowed, since they were both “monsters” (Damien was half monster, Alice was a Mermaid).

In terms of the sisters themselves, they were always together. Their most notable activity was Ophelia’s hair. When Ophelia was a little girl, she stole Marco’s razor and shaved her head into horrible patches. A little while later, after a lot of debating, Seraphine decided to help and shaved half of it off, which Ophelia absolutely loved. As she got older and her hair filled in the bald patched, she insisted that the only person to touch her hair was to be Seraphine.

(The girls as young kids. Note Ophelia’s patchy hair)

The kingdom was mostly happy, and it looked like they were heading into a golden age with Seraphine as their queen. However, everything changed on Seraphine’s song day.

After the nightmare that was Star’s song day, Moon was scared that Star would bring Ruberiot again. As such, Moon insisted she pick the songstrel. She picked a man that promised to be very dedicated, but he took it way to far. Unbeknownst to anyone, he followed Seraphine around in secret and saw her true nature. He put the pieces together and, during her song day celebration, exposed her as part demon.

(An early concept of Seraphine, scared to fight back. Note that at the time, she had a Jushtin-esque hat!)

The kingdom rioted and Moon was horrified. It was a genuine accident on Moon’s part (she had no way of knowing how far he would take it) but Star accused her of doing it on purpose to keep Seraphine off the throne. An angry mob broken in and kidnapped Seraphine, and agreed to give her back if she lost her birthright and was locked away forever.

Star was going to negotiate, but Seraphine made the choice herself. She gave the throne to Ophelia, who accepted. Ophelia knew that by being queen, she would lose all her freedom. But she also knew it was the only chance Seraphine had of surviving, so she agreed to it in a heartbeat.

(Ophelia was forced to lose her beloved haircut that Seraphine would give her, and instead had to even out her hair to a more “acceptable” style for a queen)

Ophelia was given the wand when she turned 15, while Seraphine was locked in the castle prison.

When Tom had learned what had happened, he and Ophelia hatched a plan. In the dead of night, they pretended as if Seraphine had attempted to break out. They set the scene to look as if Seraphine had been killed in the fight, when in reality she was safely in the Underworld with her father and half-brother.

Ophelia had to become queen and rule alone, separated from her sister and her girlfriend. She became distant, but ruled her kingdom in a way that made the citizens happy.

Seraphine, on the other hand, was forced to watch from a distance as Ophelia’s fun loving personality was stripped away in service of the kingdom. She hated it, and every second she wished she could free her sister.

This is where I became stuck in writing. So I’ll offer 2 endings and you can pick the one you like the best.

The dark option is that Seraphine attempts to intervene on Ophelia’s wedding day, after the MHC forced her to marry a random knight. Seraphine ends up getting crystallized and Ophelia loses the last bit of hope that at least her sister was happy, and rules the kingdom in misery.

The happy option (and my preferred option despite its cheesiness) is that Seraphine attempts to intervene on Ophelia’s wedding day and actually succeeds. She and Ophelia convince the citizens of their kingdom that, by their own rules, Seraphine should be their queen, and they crown her anyways. She and Ophelia then rule together.

Thanks for reading!

[rayadraws]

@deviant3lover​ wrote: D o i t . You know what I realised when I was rewatching OPM? When Genos was first introduced in the mosquito outbreak, the announcer’s words ‘Threat Level: Demon’ didn’t focus on Mosquito Girl herself, but on GENOS. Right as they say ‘demon,’ the camera pans up to show Genos himself, and straight afterwards says ‘no resident is to go outside under any circumstances.' I may be reading too much into how that was structured in the anime, but I just find it funny and slightly worrying how he’s been likened to a Demon. Twice.

(re: this post)

😬 

OKAY so first off bless you and everyone else who keeps enabling me... I could discuss the y’know theory separately I think but as a story concept, this is what I have so far...

It first occurs, or at least he first notices it, during a monster encounter. The monster has pinned Genos down, is about to deliver the final blow and he once again grows frustrated at how weak and useless he is. As he struggles he finds some kind of hidden reserve within himself, breaks free, almost completely missing the surprised look the monster gives him as he does so (there’s a reason the monster is giving him such a funny look). He incinerates it, surprised at the power and heat of the blast, Kuseno must have tweaked something last time he did maintenance on him.

He goes back home and does some basic repairs to himself, but he’s getting weird error logs, so he goes to Kuseno for proper maintenance. At first, everything is normal - they chat and ask each other what they’ve been up to etc. Genos mentions the increased firepower which Kuseno figures might have been triggered by the stress he was under, possibly? After all, his core output is affected by his brain activity. It’s not until Genos is on the table and Kuseno has opened up his chest cavity that he goes completely silent, staring in shock at his boy.

It’s immediately visible that something has happened to Genos and it’s not Kuseno’s doing. Kuseno is visibly shook but tries to stay calm, he asks about recent monster encounters, did he feel different after any of them? Did any of them get underneath his armour? Genos says no, nothing like that, the closest was being pinned by that monster but he didn’t receive any errors at the time, he didn’t feel any different afterwards either, if anything he’s felt stronger than before.

At first, Kuseno might be hesitant to describe what he’s seeing? I need to work out the details still, but I’m thinking that it appears as some of his components, mainly along his spine, between his brain and core, have transformed into something different, something that does not look quite mechanical and not quite organic. It appears to vein out into his other parts, like vine growing over a surface, and it’s glowing like molten lava, centred around the base of his neck and growing downwards. Kuseno tries to run different tests but he can not deduce what it is and given how close it is to Genos’ brain, he’s deeply worried that he’ll damage him by doing a wrong move. 

He asks Genos to stay at the lab so he can do further tests and supervise him, Genos might stay for a day or so but grows increasingly restless and eventually decides to go home - he doesn’t feel any worse for wear, he actually feels quite good but he’s getting annoyed by being cooped up like that. He needs to go out, do things, fight some monsters or whatever.

Things go back to normal for a few days until the next monster encounter. Genos is itching to fight in a way he normally isn’t, telling himself it’ll be a good way to see if he’ll get similar errors again.

He fights with a great deal of ferocity, defeating the monster without trouble and taking pride in it in a way he normally wouldn’t. Saitama gives him an odd look but doesn’t say anything.

He goes out to find more monsters, ensuring Kuseno that he’s feeling better than ever and ignoring his advice to immediately come back to the lab. Goes deep into the abandoned parts of City Z maybe? He fights several strong monsters, ignoring some weird comments from some of them, looking for more and more until Saitama comes and finds him, dirty, panting and splattered with monster blood. Saitama just stares at him, asking what happened. Genos doesn’t understand what he means and Sai eventually just tells him they’re going home, still giving him looks.

Once home, Saitama sends Genos into the shower to clean up and by now he’s calmed down enough to realize that something is wrong with himself, his body has visibly changed. Will need to figure out the details here too, but I’m feeling he’s starting to resemble his namesake a little bit, maybe his armour is changing a bit or tiny tiny horns are starting to protrude, stuff like that. You might not notice is from a distance, but definitely close up. Genos is deeply worried as he realizes what is happening, part of him just wants to hide behind Saitama and part of him wants to hide from him… and maybe a tiny, tiny part of him just wants to fight the entire world to get everyone to just… leave him alone, or something.

I’m thinking that for a bit, Genos tries to hide the changes from Saitama. He starts to worry that Saitama will kick him out at best, destroy him in one punch at worst. It makes him anxious and he’s having trouble understanding what is him and what is his anxiety causing him to feel certain ways/do certain things. He debates whether he can go to Kuseno or not, how the old man would react to all this, maybe he’ll take one look and decide Genos is a lost cause and end it all.

He keeps away from all heroes, fearing that some of them would now attack him immediately upon sighting him. Eventually, he realizes that there is one person who might be able to help him - Garou turned into a monster and then back, didn’t he? He searches him out. In this setting, he and Genos have not interacted since Garou turned a new leaf. Garou is instantly delighted when he spots Genos’ changes, finding them “pretty cool” and just kind of loving the whole idea of a hero being corrupted, especially one that’s treated him like dirt in the past. He eventually caves and tries to help - maybe says something about how Saitama punched sense into him? And Genos obviously is not happy about that “advice”. That’s about all Garou has to offer him, though.

Stopped on his way back as there is a monster attack where he’s passing through - Genos engages, defeats the monster easily, feels his power/changes grow further and flees the scene in terror, another hero possibly notices that there’s something weird going on with him?

HA tries to reach Genos, he refuses to answer. Saitama comes home and finds him hiding, eventually drags him out, giving him a good look over, commenting on his more “new demon style”. Genos admits his fears, asks if Saitama is going to punch him, Saitama tells him of course not, why would he do that, he’s not hurting anyone, right? He does look a bit funny, though...

After that???

Eventually Genos manages to stop the process by y’know, finding peace in his heart or something… Involving Sensei I’m certain lmao. Need to figure out the details here still… Kuseno manages to remove the weirdo bits, perhaps, or I mean we can just go welp this is his life now and leave them, he can change the cosmetic/outwards bits anyway but he might have that reminder in his chest, but maybe he can turn it into a power of Good instead who knows...

[joshversus]

... Holiday Gaming, Year 5

It is absolutely batshit that I’ve been running these stupid Risus one-shot adventures every December for half a decade.  And yet, here we are, and once again I close out a year’s tabletop RPG play with a chaotic mess of wild improvisation and half-baked ideas loosely themed to midwinter celebrations.  You can read about previous years adventures here, here, here, and here.  

This year formed a direct sequel to last year’s game, which was itself a semi-sequel to the first holiday one shot.  

Following a lawsuit alleging image infringement, trademark violations, defamation, and mail fraud (among other charges), Lucifer settled out of court.  As a result of the arbitration, Lucifer (Satan) is legally obligated to fulfill those letters intended for Santa which, due to misspelling, have been delivered to the Infernal Pit instead.  The letters from Good Children, in particular, must be fulfilled on Christmas Eve as is the expected contract with Santa.  Of course, Lucifer himself is embedded waist-deep in Cocytus, the frozen lake at the bottom of Hell, and anyway you don’t get to reign over the entire Inferno without delegating, so the work has been farmed out to lesser demons.  The easy letters are dealt with by imps and various minor servitors, but there remain a few more problematic missives, and the Devil has appointed these to five of the lords of Hell to handle before Christmas morning.  

Our player characters are:

HAAGENTI, President of Hell, governor over 33 legions, in the shape of a winged bull. (Polymath 4, Boozehound 3, Demon 2, Alchemist 1)

AMDUSIAS, Duke of Hell, governor over 29 legions, in the shape of an upright unicorn. (Magical Musician 4, Treebender 3, Booming Voice 2, Demon 1)

BARBATOS, Duke of Hell, governor over 30 legions, in the shaped of a devilish bearded man. (Demon 4, Dr. Doolittle 3, Treasure Hunter 2, Fortune Teller 1)

FURFUR, Earl of Hell, governor over 26 legions, in the shape of a hart with a fiery tail. (Cupid 4, Thunder and Lightning 3, Demon 2, Soothsayer 1)

MARCHOSIAS, Marquess of Hell, governor over 30 legions, in the shape of a winged wolf with a flaming mouth. (Rowdy Boy 4, Demon 3, Fundamentally Honest 2, Flamethrower 1)

(Our demonic cast is directly but loosely based off their attributes as recorded in The Lesser Key of Solomon.)

Lucifer lays out the deal: Get this done before dawn. They’ve got to follow the rules Santa laid on in arbitration:

No teleporting inside the residence.  They can teleport to it, but must get inside physically.

No damage.  No blasting the walls down with hellfire or the like. Santa doesn’t do property damage.

No getting seen, unless being seen fosters belief in Santa Claus and the Magic of Christmas.

If milk and cookies or other snacks have been left out for Santa, they must be consumed.

Letters from Good Children must be fulfilled.

There are five Good Child letters left. Lucifer has provided them with a magic sack which will provide the next letter as each is fulfilled, and also potentially provide gifts or other useful tools (no guarantees).  The letters are revealed first with names and locations, and only once the party is at the residence is the child’s request made visible.  It is also established that the demons all basically have a roughly 13th-16th century European level of understanding.

LETTER ONE comes from Jimothy Sanchez of Passaic, New Jersey.  Jimothy lives with his father Oliver, stepmother Alanis, and his older stepsister Quinn. Jimothy is eight.

The demons arrive via teleportation outside the two-story suburban home of the Sanchez family.  They are confused by the environment, but immediately begin debating how to get in.  Examination of the letter reveals that Jimmy wants a “fidget spinner” and to “go to space like an astronaut.”

Barbatos begins interrogating a nightbird for information on how to get inside. “You’re tellin’ me you want to get in there to give a little boy a ‘present’?  You fuckin’ pervert,” the thickly-NJ-accented bird replies.  Eventually, the bird summons some pigeons, who attack Marchosias.  Furfur responds by summoning lighting to strike the bird’s tree, which splits and bursts into flames.

This wakes the father inside, who (as can be seen through the window) calls the fire department, although the demons are unclear on what’s happening.  Barbatos turns himself into an approximation of Santa (long white beard, red sharkskin suit, curling ram’s horns) as the fire department arrives. Marchosias and Haagenti teleport back to Dis to visit the infernal library and attempt to unravel the word “astronaut”. Amdusias attempts to pull a key out of the magic sack, but gets a viper instead, which she discards on the ground where it almost immediately bites a fireman.  Oliver Sanchez comes outside, and Barbatos introduces himself as Santa, leading to a great deal of confusion.  Marchosias and Haagenti return, and Haagenti attempts to sell the Santa con by turning into an elf, but succeeds only in turning into an Elf on the Shelf, all of which causes Mr. Sanchez to faint.  Barbatos picks up the EotS and they and Marchosias go inside.  After getting the rundown on what “astronaut” means, Barbatos attempts to get a book on Space from the bag, and gets a book about NASA.  Amdusias downs the milk and cookies, and is revolted by the lack of parasites.  Based on the book, he goes to the Moon, where he attempts to collect a footprint left there by astronauts.  Since it’s all moon dust, he just gets a fist of dust.  He brings that back and stuff it and a wooden top (provided by the sack in response to a request for a fidget spinner) into the stocking labeled Jimothy, and the demons collectively bug out while the firefighters attempt to revive their envenomed compatriot.  

LETTER TWO comes from the children of St. Guinefort’s Home for Disadvantaged Children, an archaic Catholic orphanage in NYC’s Lower East Side.  Surprisingly, the children have not requested anything unreasonable, but have requested a badminton set so they can play together.  Haagenti and Barbatos teleport to the roof of the building in search of a chimney, and finding one Barbatos tosses Haagenti (still in stuffed elf form) down it.  Haagenti hits a metal barrier and finds himself trapped.  Furfur joins them and drops a steaming, acidic load of demon poo down it, burning a hole through the closed flue and dumping Haagenti into a disused storeroom.  Barbatos turns into a rat and follows him down.  Haagenti attempts to take the form of a child and only manages to become a naked, horned baby with a devil’s tail, but is at least able to crawl around.  Barbatos goes for Santa mode again, but this time ends up worse, appearing gaunt and skeletal in his red garb.  Barbatos stuffs the baby Haagenti into the magic bag, a transimensional experience which shatters his mind and that of Furfur, who was scrying on their progress at the moment.  The two have a close encounter with and narrowly avoid the notice of a nun doing the rounds, and manage to quickly locate a room full of sleeping children, where a sad, Charlie-Brown-esque tree sits with no presents around.  Outside, Amdusias attempts to prevent any undue attention by summoning the sound of a traditional Christmas carol, but unwittingly makes everyone in earshot lose Whamageddon instead, followed by Fairytale of New York.

Back inside, Barbatos extracts the extremely dazed Haagenti from the sack, and then attempts to get a badminton set out of it.  The sack provides everything required: net, rackets, shuttlecocks, posts, post-hole digger, cardboard tube forms for pouring concrete anchors for the posts, bags of concrete, a backhoe and steamroller for flattening the court, turf, grass seed, chalk, a spreader, etc.  The room is very full, and the tree is entirely obscured.  

The demons retreat to Central Park, where they have a brief altercation with some hoodlums, before heading to the next home.

LETTER THREE was from Emily Chen of Hollywood, California, where she lives with her mother Amy and three brothers Ted, Leo, and Bobby in a three-bedroom apartment on the fifth floor of a walk-up building.  Emily, as the letter reveals, wants a pony.

Amdusias’s tree-bending bends a palm over the fence and lets everybody past the gates of the building, and the demons gather around the door to apartment.  Barbatos uses his treasure-finding skills to locate a key.  It is inside the apartment.  A cat is sensed inside, and Barbatos attempts to convince the cat to let them in.  The cat explains that even if it wanted to, it can’t work the lock.  A bribe of fish is offered if the cat will retrieve the key and push it under the door - the cat agrees if they will give it sushi.  A key is pushed under the door.  It does not fit in the lock.  Haagenti turns it into a more ductile metal to make it fit into the keyhole, and then attempts to firm it up so it can be turned, but in doing so ends up fusing it into the keyhole.  The cat demands sushi, which when extracted from the bag is revealed to be a piece of tamago nigiri.  An offer of salmon is made, but the cat again points out they are not capable of working the locks.  One of the demons tried to turn the cat into a human.  The locks click, the door opens, and a very sexy, very naked, and entirely testicle-less human man is revealed, demanding salmon.  The salmon is given, but the former cat asks for its balls back in exchange for letting them in and not just blowing up their spot right then and there.  Magic succeeds in restoring the man-cat’s genitals, and after garbing himself in a child’s gym shorts and some flip-flops, the cat leaves into the Hollywood night and the demons are free to enter. 

The living room bears a silver metallic tree, which confuses them, but they quickly and successfully extract a full-sized live pony and a bale of moist hay form the sack, the demons depart.

LETTER FOUR comes from Bethany-Ann Mayweather of South Carolina.  Bethany, it turns out, lives in a heavily-fortified survivalist compound in the woods with her dad (Steve), two brothers (Jesse and Dave), and two sisters (Katie and Donna-Lee.  The entire place is surrounded by an electrified fence topped with razor wire.

Emily would like to go to school like other children.

Things get weird.  Amdusias bends a tree over the fence, and Furfur drops down to discover that the clear ground between the fence and the building itself is heavily mined, exploding instantly (but non-fatally, because demon).  Lights are going on at the compound as Furfur starts bouncing around setting off mines and motion-sensing lamps.

Marchosias has the idea that the humans at the first house had somehow summoned that metal chariot in response to the burning tree by talking into that weird curved oblong shape, and that if they do the same maybe the metal chariot will help them get in.  Reaching into the bag extracts a banana.  Marchosias holds it to the side of his head and says hello.

“Hello?” says a sleepy voice from the banana.  “Who is this?”

“Uh, Mark,” responds Marchosias, who is Fundamentally Honest.  “Are you the...cops?  There is a little girl and there is a lot of gunpowder and fire and explosions.”

“What?  No, this is Raffi.  How did you get this number?  Is this a prank?”

It is established that this is not a prank (”Did Steve put you up to this?” “There’s a Steve here but no.” “From Blue’s Clues.” “I don’t know who or what that is.” “Mark, I’m looking at this caller ID here, and it just says ‘banana’.  What’s going on?”).  Barbatos teleports to this ‘Raffi’, the shock of which causes Raffi to suffer a heart attack and die. Barbatos resurrects Raffi as an undead revenant, and after difficulty (”Raffi, how do we call the police?” “RING.  RING.  RING.  BANANAPHONE.”) manage to extract the magical incantation “911″ from the former children’s entertainer.  Marchosias invokes this to the banana and connects to emergency services, and after a very complicated discussion (and some light aerial reconnaissance to pinpoint a location) succeeds in convincing them that there is a dangerous, heavily-armed incident at the compound and a child is in danger.  SWAT is being sent.  Meanwhile, Furfur is drawing gunfire from the survivalist dad, and Amdusias uses spectral music to distract him while they slip inside.

The six-foot-tall unicorn-headed naked figure reaches the crude two-dimensional paper Christmas tree inside the survival bunker and attempts to eat the dry saltines and rehydrated powdered milk that has been left out.  They are interrupted by the sleepy-eyed and tow-headed Bethany-Ann, who asks who they are.  Amdusias explains that they’re subbing in because Blitzen is sick.  Blitzen is Bethany-Ann’s favorite.  Amdusias tells her she’s going to get to go to school soon, and after a hug sends Bethany-Ann to hide under her bed until some nice people come get her.  Furfur attempts to use his lightning powers to dash Blitzen-like over the compound to drive home the Christmas-ness of it all, and instead burns holes through a number of trees as he accelerates to an appreciable fraction of the speed of light.  The remaining demons depart as militarized police descend on the compound.

THE FINAL LETTER is from Marcus Fitzwilliams III, son of Buck and Nancy, brother to Samantha, of Casper, Wyoming.  Marcus is ten, and he would like “a fortnite”.  The demons gather outside the ranch-style suburban home and debate what that means.  Eventually, they decide this means he wants to spend a night in a fort, and locating the Fort Caspar Museum nearby they plan to liberate the child from the house and take him there.  They decide against a plan to bring the fort to the house on the grounds that this might cause property damage.  Everyone but Marchosias goes to the backyard; Marchosias, who at this point looks like Bea Arthur because of reasons, remains out front with the banana to allay suspicion.

In the backyard, Barbatos again attempts to find a key, but fails.  He does detect a dog, and attempts to convince the dog to let them in.  The dog declines. “Stranger bad.  Bite stranger.”  An offer of bacon is made, and raw bacon pulled from the sack.  “Bacon good.  Bite bacon.  Bite stranger.  Good dog.”  This goes back and forth for a bit, and the dog starts barking.  Barbatos attempts to turn into a dog to sell the bit, and turns into a massive, ebon mastiff with glowing red eyes.  The bacon falls on the ground.  Furfur is now hiding in trees behind the house, joined by Amdusias, who attempts to keep things under control by bellowing “somebody let that dog out for a walk”, which comes out in a titanic demonic shout which rattles windows and kills the azaleas.  Lights come on.  The backdoor opens and Buck, carrying a rifle, looks at the giant demon dog and Haagenti, who is still a demonic baby, and the pile of bacon.  In the trees, the flaming tail of Furfur glows. 

“MA, GET UP AND CHECK THE FRONT, I THINK THE METHHEADS ARE TRYIN’ TO ROB US.”

Shit goes sideways quick.  Nancy opens the front door and sees Bea Arthur standing in her yard talking into a banana, and confirms the meth suspicion to buck.  The dog escapes into the yard and eats the bacon.  Baby Haagenti jumps on mastiff Barbatos’ back and the two dash into the house as Buck fires wildly at them and the intruders in the trees.  Nancy shoots the bananaphone and the side of Bea Arthur’s face.  Inside the house, Haagenti and Barbatos dodge bullets semi-successfully.  Haagenti scarfs cookies while Barbatos abandons the original plan and reaches into the bag while thinking “Fort Night”, pulling forth a card with a download code for Minecraft.  Furfur pulls his lightning-assisted flight trick over the house while Amdusias tries a bellowing “HO HO HO” so loud and infernal it shatters windows in houses throughout the neighborhood.

The list complete, the demons depart for Dis, where they are quickly met by Asmodeus, who tells them the boss wants to see them. The demon lords report total success, but receive a thorough chewing-out from Lucifer, who details the many, many violations they have committed and the agonies he is going to inflict on them for their failure.  

“You know the ring where we bury people up to their face in flaming shit?”  “Yeah, that one’s great.”  “Not for the humans.  I’m going to turn you all into humans and stick you there for the next thousand years.”

The demons attempt to portray their actions in a favorable light, and Amdusias protests and attempts to get the sounds of Michael Bublé’s Let it Snow to play and encourage the spirit of the holiday to earn them some clemency. However, it turns instead into Snow’s Informer as Belial reveals himself from behind Lucifer’s torso and tells them he was following and reporting on them the whole time, everyone gets in a Christmas “no, fuck you”, our heroes are consigned to flaming shit, and credits roll. Happy Holidays, everyone.

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Amulet / Charm / Talisman

An amulet is any object (usually small in size) intended to bring good luck and/or protection to its owner, or any object believed to hold magical properties that can protect against bad luck, illness and evil. It may be used for specific purposes, or just for general good luck. Potential amulets include gems, crystals, simple stones, statues, coins, drawings, diagrams, pendants, rings, plants, animals, even words. They are often worn as a necklace or pendant, although they can be worn anywhere (the closer to the body they are worn, the more powerful their magic is believed to be).

A talisman is also an object that possesses magical or supernatural power, and there is much debate on the exact difference between an amulet and a talisman. Some argue that the power of a talisman is of a greater magnitude, or that a talisman is able to be magically charged and to transmit its power to its owner or wielder, or that a talisman is used for specific, rather than general, purposes. They are usually more complicated affairs than amulets, often involving carved or engraved figures, or bearing magical symbols or inscriptions in gold, etc. Generally, talismans are not worn, but may be carried in a pocket or purse, or kept near the object they are intended to benefit (e.g. tacked over a child's bed). When linked with an appropriate spell, they greatly increase its strength, although they can also be used alone, for their intrinsic magic is considered powerful.

Charms are generally items of folk magic and superstitions, such as a lucky horseshoe, a four-leaf clover, a rabbit’s foot, a baby’s caul or a bracelet of personal charms signifying important things in the wearer's life. A charm can also be used to refer to a simple verbal spell.

Charms, amulets and talismans have been used in folklore in all parts of the world and throughout history, from the hamsa (or “Hand of Fatima”) and nazar (or “blue eye stone”) used to protect against the evil eye in Arab countries, to the “gris-gris” used in Vodou as charms for good luck or protection, to the “cold-stones” (small rounded beach pebbles, painted with dots, wavy lines and geometric shapes) that were held to cure sickness in animals and humans by the Pictish tribes of northern Scotland. “Touch pieces” (coins and medals, especially those with holes in them or those with particular designs) were believed to cure disease, bring good luck and influence people’s behavior since Roman times; pendants in the magically potent shape of a pyramid pointing to the gods (often colored black and white to express the opposition of good and evil) were worn in Asia Minor; an exaggerated apotropaic eye was painted on Greek drinking vessels as early as the 6th Century B.C. to ward off evil spirits while drinking; an amulet formed from the natural knot-hole of a tree branch was used in magic-making in medieval rural England. Possibly the most powerful talisman in modern witchcraft and Wicca is the pentacle.

In many societies, religious objects serve (or have served) as amulets, such as the figure of a certain god or some symbol representing the deity (e.g. the cross for Christians, the Buddha pendant, the "eye of Horus", the “eye of Ra” or the "ankh" symbol for the ancient Egyptians). In demonology and Satanism, an inverted cross or a pentagram in downward position are amulets used when communicating with demons.

Precious and semi-precious stones and crystals are commonly used in amulets and talismans, each stone having its specific significance and power (e.g. amber wards off evil spirits and protects against rheumatism; aquamarine brings love, hope to the oppressed and protects travelers; diamond repels wild beasts and evil men, and ensures fidelity in a lover; emerald strengthens the memory and prevents possession by evil spirits; garnet brings good health and protects against nightmares; lapis lazuli, like all blue stones, protects against black magic and wards off melancholy and insomnia; onyx protects a marriage from intruders; pearl improves the skin, cures fevers and brings tranquility; sapphire brings peace and happiness and protects the eyes; topaz helps to locate buried treasure; turquoise brings peace to married life; etc.).

Different symbols and shapes are also considered to have different magical properties. For example, the shape of a bee brings success in business; a black cat is one of the best all-around good luck charms known to witchcraft (contrary to popular superstition); anything egg-shaped brings good luck and is a powerful fertility charm; a fish brings a large family, especially if cast in gold or mother of pearl; a stone arrowhead is a powerful force against evil spirits; the shape of a hand is another powerful charm against evil spirits; anything in the shape of a sacred oak tree, or a piece of oak itself, is lucky; the shape of a pig is a potent bearer of fertility; the form of a serpent brings long life and wisdom; etc.

Many amulets and talismans are made from letters or numbers that may appear meaningless, but are believed give off excellent vibrations, and they can be powerful magical aids.

Thor’s Hammer - Mjolnir

Mjolnir means lightning, and Thor’s hammer indicates the god’s power over thunder and lightning. Thor, ancient god of war is one of the most prominent figures in Norse mythology. Thor who was the storm-weather god of sky and thunder and also a fertility god, was the son of Odin and Fyorgyn, the earth goddess.

Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir is depicted in Norse mythology as one of the most fearsome weapons, capable of leveling mountains. One Norse story tells what happened when he lost his precious hammer.

Mjolnir was a magical weapon that always came back to Thor when he threw it. Wearing Thor’s hammer as an amulet of protection was quite common as this was probably the most popular of all the pagan Viking symbols. Even during Christian times, from A.D. 1000 on, Vikings wore Thor’s Mjolnir as well as a cross on a chain or thong around their necks.

Yggdrasil - Norse Tree Of Life

In Norse mythology, the Yggdrasil is a giant mythological tree that holds together the Nine Worlds or realms of existence.

At the very top of Yggdrasil, an eagle lived and at the bottom of the tree lived a dragon named Nidhug. Both hated each other and were bitter enemies. The Nine Worlds are guarded by the serpent Jormungandr. Yggdrasil is one of many variations of the Cosmic Axis or Universal World Tree known to all human cultures and home to many fascinating creatures.

The image of Yggdrasil appears on the famous Överhogdal Tapestry, which dates to the year 1066 and depicts the events of Ragnarök, the doom of the Gods and apocalyptic record of the coming comet. Read more

Valknut – Viking Symbol For Death In A Battle

The Valknut, also known as Hrungnir’s heart, heart of the slain, Heart of Vala, and borromean triangles is a mysterious Norse symbol. its true meaning is still debated, but it is often associated with a warrior’s death in a battle.

The symbol has been found on old Norse stone carvings and funerary steles. It is sometimes called “Hrungnir’s heart,” after the legendary giant of the Eddas. It's also possible to find a depiction of the Valknut on stone carvings as a funerary motif, where it probably signified the afterlife. In art, the Valknut is a representation of God Odin, and it demonstrates gods’ power over death. A Valknut is also believed to offer protection against spirits which is the reason why it is often carried as a talisman.

A Valknut is made of three parts, and the number three is a very common magic symbol in many cultures. In this case, the symbolism in Norse mythology showing three multiplied by three might designate the nine worlds, which are united by the Yggdrasil tree. In modern times Valknut, like Triquetra and Horn Triskelion, is often interpreted as a symbol pointing to heathen convictions.

Helm of Awe

The Helm of Awe is one of the most powerful protective symbols used not only for the purpose of protection from disease, but even to encourage all people who might suffer from depression or anxiety.

In Norse myths it is said that the Helm of Awe symbol was worn between the eyes to cause fear in your enemies, and to protect against the abuse of power. The Norse word for this very important symbol (Ægishjálmr or Aegishjalmur) is translated in English "helm of awe" or "helm of terror." The meaning of the name awe is to strike with fear and reverence; to influence by fear, terror or respect; as, his majesty awed them into silence.

Huginn And Muninn – The Twin Ravens In Norse Mythology

Among the Aesir gods in Norse mythology, the supreme god Odin, is frequently depicted sitting on his high seat, Hlidskjalf, in Asgard, the home of the gods.

Odin always has his two raven companions, Hugin (Huginn) and Munin (Munnin) on his shoulders.

Hugin is believed to represent ‘memory’, while Munin personifies ‘thought’. Every day, Odin sends them out and they fly across the worlds to seek for important news and events. Odin surveys the worlds from Hlidskjalf and must know reports of what is going on in all Nine Worlds. In the evening, Hugin and Munin return to Odin’s shoulders and during dinner in Valhalla, they whisper all they have heard in his ears.

Web Of Wyrd (Skuld’s Net) – Viking Matrix Of Fate

In Norse mythology the concept of fate is reflected by the Web of Wyrd that is created by the Norns who were known as ‘Shapers of Destiny. The Norns were goddesses who ruled the fates of people, determined the destinies and lifespans of individuals.

With its nine stave, the Web of Wyrd is a matrix of fate that represents past, present and future events in a person’s life. Norse people believed that everything we do in life affects future events and thus, all timelines, the past, present and future are connected with each other.

Troll Cross – Norse Symbol Protecing Against Trolls And Elves

The troll cross is an amulet made of a circle of iron crossed at the bottom in a shape of an odal rune. It was worn by Scandinavian people as a protection against trolls and elves.

The Triple Horn Of Odin

The Triple Horn of Odin is yet another symbol of the great Norse God Odin. The symbol consists of three interlocked drinking horns and is commonly worn or displayed as a sign of commitment to the modern Asatru faith. The horns figure in the mythological stories of Odin and are recalled in traditional Norse toasting rituals. In Norse mythology there are some tales describing God’s quest for the Odhroerir, a magical mead brewed from the blood of the wise god Kvasir. There are several account of the tale, but typically, Odin uses his wits and magic to procure the brew over three days’ time; the three horns reflect the three draughts of the magical mead.

Gungnir – The Spear Of Odin

Gungnir was a magical weapon created by the dwarves and given to Odin by Loki. The Gungnir never missed its mark and like Mjölnir, the hammer of Thor, it always returned to Odin.

Vegvisir – Runic Compass

Vegvisir is among the oldest and sacred Norse symbols and it initially originated from Iceland, where ‘Vegur' means - road or path and ‘Vísir’ means – Guide. The symbol was frequently inscribed on seagoing vessels to insure their safe return home.

The device was believed to show the way back home and protect seamen and their ships from storms. The Vegvisir was like a guide helping its bearer to find his way home. Norse people believed that the Vegvisir had special powers and it was treated like talisman for luck, protection and blessings. This powerful symbol could help a person to find the right way in storms or bad weather whatever unfamiliar surroundings he or she may encounter.

It has also long played an important role among people who believe in magic powers, such as Norse Shamans. As a spiritual compass, this magical device guides your heart and steps to make the right choices in life. If you have lost yourself and your faith, this sacred symbol helps you find confidence again.

[impivus]

very rushed very shit intro comin @ you all but here goes nothing ! i’m felix from the gmt tmz, i use he / him pronouns, and im gonna power nap any minute now because one thing you should know about me is that i’m eternally on the verge of passing out from minimum exertions during the day. this is my pain in the ass eunsu: not even going to sugar coat it - he’s the human personification of a headache dumpster fire all in one beefy package and i really don’t even blame your character if they just . ignore his presence because, me too !

under the cut there’s some information about him if you want to get to know more about him regardless. smash that mf heart if you want to plot.. and i will get to you ? sometime ? its an ambiguous promise but i keep them, discord is also an option so just ask if you’d prefer to plot on there. eun’s about is here but no plots as of yet because life is hard and We Cant all Have Everything 

aka im lazy 

* ☾ ✧ * º ━━ is that KIM JONGIN walking about ? nope ! that’s just EUN SU CHO. & i’ve been told that they work as a INFORMATION BROKER ! apparently, they are TWENTY FIVE ( 204 )  years old .  some people say they are a CISMALE, DEMON ! HE is very CULTIVATED & INTUATIVE but also DECIETFUL &  MENACING. i wonder if they are just as odd as the rest of us .  ⇢  SYNOPSIS. MBTI TYPE  /  entp, the debater ZODIAC SIGN  /  scorpio   ENNEAGRAM TYPE  /  7w8 KINSEY SCALE  /  3 MORAL ALIGNMENT /  chaotic evil / neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE / slytherin ⇢ AESTHETICS. 

goosebumps raised and feelings of growing dread, the dark corner of a room where light doesn’t reach, silver pocket - watches with dead batteries, the scratch of a record player needle, flares in the sky, bad ideas coming to life, half-assed clapping when it’s required, figures dancing within the shadows & a smile you shouldn’t trust . 

⇢ OVERVIEW

literally anybody: when are you free?  eun su: im forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so i am never truly "free" but i don't really have plans all next week except for monday

this is eun su, and will y’all believe me if i say he used to be a good egg before he turned into the rotten egg i’m presentin y’all with today ??  i kid u not.. bs free zone. he did once ..  have a hort  he was born to a cult of witches, his twin brother absorbing all the magic that was meant to be equally distributed between them in his mother’s womb, which pretty much left eunsu as the black sheep of the family. said cult had been living on a small, near enough desolated island for literal decades, entertaining themselves with magic, seeking out knowledge, observing the unassuming populace, and toying with other supernatural creatures who dared cross their paths. unfortunately for eunsu’s family, tragedy struck when one of his aunt’s tried to over throw the high priestess ( his mother ) in their coven. unyielding in her position and untouchable to the magic she was exposed to, her sister went about other ways to break the woman’s spirits, dabbling in black magic predominantly to achieve her goals. eunsu’s brother was, thus, cursed before he was even born with an incurable heart defect that would see him dead before he reached double figures. eunsu’s mother was broken not mourned over how much he missed out as on a child: but she mourned for the fact that he was the only child that harboured any magic in their veins, the only child that could’ve carried on their lineage.   queue entrance of eunsu and his Whats the Worst that Could Happen Attitude. being young and naive, thought he could’ve been able to solve it by himself, solve the issues and earn his mother’s lacking affections. eun had heard about dark vessels that could miraculously grant wishes through summonings. though he didn’t have magic in his veins he had a fire in his heart, and after all, demons cared not for who or what they fed from: so long as they appeased their hunger.  all it wanted in return was a good, pure soul, and that’s what the demon stole from him before it mended his twin brother’s heart, giving the boy a new lease of life that wasn’t intended for him from the start. pity that eunsu died before he got to the age of twenty, following a quick and hungry fever that overtook his frail body and too soon turned deadly. there was no surprise that, come judgement day, he was turned away at the gates of heaven, in exchange for becoming one of lucifer’s own.

as a result of being eternally cursed with immorality and a tainted soul, he's lived some hundred-odd years and is coping by making the current populace in jeonseoul suffer along with finding purpose in digging out the secrets of his past life, mayhaps trying to find the demon who cursed him.... which could definitely be a wc.. and strengthening his abilities as a demon.

his personality is a bit insufferable; eunsu keeps himself distant and cryptic, because he likes it that way. he's a real weirdo ( if u have ever watched hxh he’s hisoka.. THAT weird )  that's hard to forget: completely mischievous, dramatic, and malicious to boot. some days he's waxing poetic about the futility of having a sense of justice and the next he's using his demonic powers to make some innocent tourist think they're hallucinating as they attempt to walk into a steady flow of traffic. 

ultimately life's a game to him and bih.. he’s here to have fun ! he's outlived his actual family and friends ( well, aside from his brother who he barely remembers, prolly be a wc if anyone’s interested ) and he's not looking to get attached to anyone. it would be great to Die because it’s his forever Mood but he also gets furious if anyone tries to actually expel him for real - so he'll simply prod at the world and its people until he gets the reactions he wants.

fair warning: it is a pain to genuinely care about eunsu and not many people will wanna do it. he comes and goes into people's lives as he pleases, stops reaching out once he's bored and only ever grazes the surface of a relationship based on its worth or his curiosities, innocent ppl, cute ppl, etc are just gonna be eaten up by him then dropped. 

the people who will be closest to him are doubtlessly other demons ig ? but he also hates y’all too so.. don’t get too friendly like he’s not here to make friends he’s here to be Jeonseoul’s next top Demon. also since he died sumn like 200 years ago it’s possible some wizards / familiars knew of him and his coven, it’d be super interesting for someone to have known cute human eunsu in exchange for chaotic bastard demon eunsu 

⇢ MISCELLANEOUS

since he’s a young demon, his horns are small and his wings barely span about two inches above his shoulder bones, he got itty bitty bat wings lbr he’s kinda pissed abt it. there’s tattoos over his scars from clashing with other demons / hunters / angels, but his devil’s mark lining the back of his neck, performed by first demon who took his soul, has never faded away. 

he also works as an info broker, which ties in with the fact that he’s a contractual demon ! it's more of a hobby than a job, something he does for kicks and to restock his gambling money and alcohol money, but he offers a helping hand to solo clientele for private cases if need be, just remember to bring your negotiation skills because his manipulation skills are a1.

he's well-versed in witchcraft even if he can’t actually possess the abilities that actual witches can. while hardly the mentoring type, he could be convinced to equip people with his knowledge of latin, spells or dark magic they want if he's interested enough. then again he might decide to screw them over for kicks so ask him for favours with caution.

for someone who carries a ton of spite and secrets, he passes as an easygoing, casual literature major on the daily to disguise his true intentions. find him at the university pretending to be a student and failing miserably at it like edward’s thousand year old ass in twilight

he cheats at the casino with his demonic powers but does it infrequently enough to pass it as luck. play games with him at your own risk. casinos are one of his favourite places but he can really be found anywhere with ease but some other places he frequents are: beaches, libraries, museums, bars, etc !

he'll get on people's nerves, but getting him to care to the degree of hate is another story. living this long has numbed him; people don't surprise him anymore and he doesn't care to spend time thinking about others. the secret to getting him to turn deathly serious is as simple as telling him you can tell that he was once a good person - because the cheesy truth is he was. he just convinces himself that he's given up trying to remember his human life and finds it easier to live like he’s dead.. yknow which he is.

romance makes him queasy, he's a spiteful old bastard and the concept of sweet love rubs him 100% fictional. there's someone he fancied before he was cursed but i'll save you the story: that's a distant dream now.

he might quote romantic works or put some pretty words together but he's fake as Fuck. if he notices someone innocent and unsuspecting crushing on him they are in so much trouble. he'll kiss their hand then twirl them right off a cliff. corruption kink central right here laid ease

as of rn he’s trying to master how to teleport and shadow control but he really is like on level one and he’s got to get up to level 50 to achieve even a fifth of what these other demons can do 

edit: i totally forgot to include eunsu’s ‘demonic’ title after he was banished to the perils of hell. it’s ironically just saint, and he goes around using that bc it’s blasphemous and a big ole middle finger to god himself. nobody will know his real name, but if there’s an off chance that they do, that’s a massive threat to eunsu and he’ll get his Snipers on Scene

tl;dr: 

[greater-than-the-sword]

All right.

I have no expectation that you want to debate this with me in good faith, and no aspiration of changing your mind, but let’s break this down, shall we? I can, and I feel like it, so I will.

>Colonialism involved the intrusion of Christianity into cultures which had their own religions, and assimilating itself by force.

Colonialism involved political entities, such as the nation-states of Europe, or the US government, attempting to subjugate other nations for their resources. These nations happened to be majority Christian or Catholic by profession at the time. What that means is that every person in Spain, England, etc. who was in a position of power between like 1100 AD and the year 1900 or so would have had to assert they were Christian in order to become popular enough to rise to power, but does not actually say anything about the sincerity of their religious practice. Because Christianity was viewed as a historical default good, (because the religion itself is good) any time a bad person wanted to justify something, they had to claim they were Christians and that God approved of them. This is why people use religion to do bad things: it makes them look better.

Now it is a central tenet of Christian theology that conversion is useless to anyone unless it is voluntary; a surface level ‘christianization’ benefits no one’s soul. So, coercive Christianization practices are repellant to those with personal (as opposed to merely socio-political) Christian beliefs. However, there’s also been a lot of false equivalency in what passes for ‘history’ classes nowadays between coercive and non-coercive proselytism, in order to demonize the religion.

Religion can have strong cultural elements, but ultimately, spiritual beliefs are just that: beliefs. Beliefs are things held by rational humans on a personal level. Many secular beliefs are even now shipped out to all corners of the world from the United States, and not all are bad. Western science and medicine have greatly improved the living conditions of billions of people around the world. Few would argue with the adoption of modern western medicine practices eradicating the cultural practice of, say, foot-binding, eating rhinoceros horns (driving the animals to extinction) or other traditional medicines that harm people or do not work. That’s because the benefit of people needs to be put above ‘culture’, and is something that people have a right to access. By arguing that introducing different beliefs into cultures is evil, you are essentially dehumanizing these people by arguing they should be ignorant to the world’s philosophical breadth of opinion, that they don’t have the right to make up their own mind, and worse, that false beliefs are somehow inherently valuable in their own right (they aren’t). By arguing that people are better off believing in the rain gods than knowing how rain falls from the sky, you are essentially putting them in a petri dish and forcing them to stay there for your own anthropological gratification.

Therefore, you can see that non-coercive proselytism is not inherently evil. In fact, secularists do it all the time by exporting various western philosophies, epistemologies and sciences that they assume are inherently good. Exchange of ideas is simply the nature of cultural contact, and people have the right to decide what they are going to believe.

Also; powerful non-christian nations have also done colonialism; see China, some Muslim nations, and Imperial Japan. Therefore it’s totally reasonable to infer that Christianity, whether cultural or personal, is not a central ingredient of colonialism.

>Capitalism became associated with Christianity through the evolution of the “honest work ethic”

Of all the reasons to associate Capitalism with Christianity, your chosen ones don’t make sense. The Christian work ethic has been associated with, among other things, monastaries (considered by my liberal college to be proto-communes, look up how they functioned) and these went very hard on work ethic, as all communes must (Marx’s favorite bible verse was “he who does not work shall not eat”).

>I reckon you could make the case for the compared values of earning salvation through unwavering faith to earning a living through unwavering labor.

Not at all, since that’s not what Christian theology teaches. The Bible teaches that no one earns their salvation, but it is offered freely as a gift through grace alone.

>White Supremacists tie their notion of whiteness and civilization to Christianity and its moral dogma. These three things are inseparable in their ideology.

White supremacy is inherently historically tied to evolutionary biology and ‘scientific racism’, whereas Christianity teaches that all humans on earth come from 2 people, with all being equal in Christ. White supremacy is inherently anti-christian and the civil rights movement in this country was won with the great participation of Christian churches and church leaders.

>Also, people are just really fucking tired of the arrogance of American Christians who don’t know how to keep it to themselves.

Look, I’d make more fun of this if I hadn’t seen how pompous some people can be in declaring their own righteousness. But maybe tolerance is called for. You’re not supposed to have to hide your religion. Why does a mere bumper sticker make you lose your mind? As a matter of fact, you see every other kind of advertising on a billboard, so what’s your damage? You wanna complain that Christmas is shoving Christianity down your throat? When it’s been this secularized? All I hear is Mariah Carey. Is someone’s cross necklace bothering you? But on top of that... we’re always gonna have the goal of sharing our faith- because they need to know how to know God, otherwise they’ll be without him for eternity, and that's not a good place to end up.

It's becoming more and more obvious with each passing year that people's hatred of "colonialism" and the "oppressive structures of western society" or even so-called "whiteness" or whatever is actually a misdirected but slowly focusing hatred of Christianity itself. If you believe that all mankind has sinned and fallen short of the glory of God but that Jesus came to earth in human form and died to save sinners, and that people need to hear and accept this message in order to go to heaven, then you can't be "one of the good ones". Sorry. No amount of anti capitalist rhetoric will save you from the hatred of the world and if you try to make peace with them you will abandon God because that's ultimately what they demand. For your religion to be non oppressive it must be reduced to a hobby aesthetic. You cannot remain woke and Christian.

[chocobutt-trash]

I got tagged by @valkyrieofardyn, wheee~

Rules: tell me your favorite characters from fictional works (movies, books, tv, video games, etc.) and tag 10 people!

(This list is not ordered)

1.) Prompto Argentum (FFXV): He’s one of the realest, most fully-fleshed out characters I’ve seen in a videogame in a long time. His struggles are totally relatable to mine, which is why I like him so much. If someone with such similar hangups to me can do such great things, I can’t help but admire that and he gives me hope. He honestly tries his best, keeps his kindness and optimism despite being horrendously treated, and also has killer style. Fucking love him.

2.) Melfice (Grandia 2): He’s been my favourite character since I was fourteen. His Blood Brothers-style story arc with main character Ryudo had me completely sold. Such angst! Such sadness behind that evil persona he gained from being cursed by Valmar. And uh, such a goddamn sexy voice. My god. And with that big ol’ horn on his head, I totally will be blaming Melfice forever for my love of the D.

3.) Tails (Sonic the Hedgehog): For similar reasons to Prompto. Tails is just a little ray of sunshine, always does his best and puts others before himself, even though, with his insane mechanic skills and empathy, he should really be the MVP of the entire Sonic franchise. He doesn’t get nearly enough credit, but he’s not the sort to complain about it. As long as his friends are okay, as long as Robotnik is stopped, he’s happy. I just want to give him all the nice things.

4.) Allan Karlsson (The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed Out The Window And Disappeared): God, this book is the best. Allan Karlsson is, as the title says, a hundred-year-old-man who, on his centenary birthday, decides to climb out the window of his nursing home and go on an adventure. He’s characterised brilliantly, and throughout the bizarre adventure you end up finding out a lot about the escapades of his entire life. He’s SUCH a cool person. The coolest. If I could be such a lackadaisical and awesome old man I could die happy.

5.) Fujimoto (Ponyo): I’m a geology major and Fujimoto lives on a volcanic guyot under the sea alongside trilobites and other extinct creatures from the Cambrian era, so what’s not to like? But seriously, I love his backstory, there’s a lot of isolation and sadness and frustration there. Leaving humans behind to chase the call of the sea, hating what people are doing to the planet, falling in love with a goddess of the ocean. And damn if he doesn’t have the prettiest hair in the entire world.

6.) Ardyn Izunia (FFXV): One of the best-written villains in anything ever. I mean, Melfice will always be my fave for nostalgia reasons, but Ardyn is so fantastically characterised. His voice, his mannerisms, his motivation. He’s one of few characters I genuinely hate, and the backstory is so fucking tragic. He certainly knows how to hold a grudge, and I love that he’s a total morally ambiguous Judas/Jesus analogue. Like, how much of what he does is just playing the Devil’s Advocate to facilitate the end of the Starscourge, and how much of it is just the pained efforts of an old man who wants to die? God, it hurts thinking about it. And yet I can’t forgive him for hurting so many people. Damn, he’s just so complex and real.

7.) Letty Hempstock (The Ocean at the End of the Lane): From my favourite Neil Gaiman book. Like Ardyn, Letty is also an old, old soul, (in fact, Ardyn has nothing on her) but she is bright and optimistic and still exploring her power. She is mythologically tied into the real world in a way I’ve never seen before in fiction, a very, if I may say, geological way. And I simply love it. She’s got her own motivations and plans, but she’s ultimately a helpful and totally engaging, sparky character. I would feel like the Earth stood a chance if she was real.

8.) Gaara (Naruto): An old favourite from my weebiest days. I loved this character so much I cosplayed him excessively, haha. So much angst, so much demonisation, when really he was just a big softie underneath. I just wanted people to be nice to him. Gaara was a classic example of nurture creating the illusion of nature, of child-PTSD, of mental trauma and his eventual healing process over the long arcs of Naruto’s entire run made me so fucking happy. He outgrew his (literal) demons and did great things. Damn inspiring.

9.) Bruce Robertson (Filth): I debated marking Bruce as my top character of all time because, my god, he actually IS the best-written villain ever. Because he’s not entirely a villain, he’s just an ordinary person, your average copper in Edinburgh. A man who you start out almost agreeing with at the beginning of the novel, and wind up down a rabbit hole so deep you wonder how you got there, you start to worry as you read that you might have become this terrible thing - the way he’s written gets you inside his head, makes the lines blur. Bruce is utterly real, utterly believable, and completely, wholly nasty. I wish I had the skills of Irvine Welsh, to achieve a characterisation so great. I hate him but love his character, love every nuance and inflection. For the love of god, read Filth.

10.) Kilgrave (Jessica Jones): God, this man disturbs me, and it’s precisely because he’s so perfectly believable. He’s a man born with mutant powers that make people do his bidding - he’s grown up entirely within a privileged context, never having to worry about obtaining anything. People just do it for him. And as a result his personality is somewhat stunted - a literal manchild. The most terrifying thing is, we have all met someone like Kilgrave in life. He doesn’t fully understand that he’s hurting Jessica. He doesn’t understand she doesn’t love him. And he feels sleighted, hurt by this. Like all good villains, like Ardyn and Melfice and Bruce Robertson above, Kilgrave has aspects of his history and personality that are pitiable, that make me feel sorry for him. But it doesn’t make me hate him any less. God, he’s a bit of a lost cause, but such a great character study.

I tag: @yourscientistfriend, @cuiwi, @sodsta, @thatisludicrous, @shockerrbreakerr, @barcodechocobo, @chocoomba, @prettyprompto, @catbuttermargerine

[sapphyreknight]

learn all about my muse's physical features! // do all~

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... At some point I’m gonna need to stop accepting these—

n.s//fw near the middle, so be warned.

[hair]: length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

Long and untamed, SAPPHYRUS’s matte raven locks reflect a minimal amount of light and graze the back of their knees as they walk. Having been grown and groomed for so long by their female counterpart, their hair has slowed in growth but maintains a relatively healthy sheen. Still, stray hairs find themselves scattered upon their clothing and in places where they sit, and flyaways hang in front of their eyes and sticking up at the back of their head.

[eyes]: not just the colour, but the shape, the length of their eyelashes, whether they're alert or usually half-closed, large or small, sunken into the face, ringed by bags, etc.

Small and narrow, almond-shaped eyes that slant slightly upward at their outer lid are stained in a roseate hue at the iris, pupils more constricted than most, even though they’re always in the shade of SAPPHYRUS’s hair. Their lashes are long and feminine, and reflect a faint glimmer from the iridescence of their irises, but their corneas are obscured by half-lids most of the time. It is incredibly rare for SAPPHYRE’s expression to accommodate wide, fully opened eyes, but SAPPHIRE tends to have a naturally wie-eyed look.

[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what's their "default expression"/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.

Drawn thin and normally lacking any indication of emotion, SAPPHYRE’s lips tend not to move much when he speaks either. His tone is always a hushed one and he speaks softly, requiring little need for accentuated expressions. His typical smile is a mere curve of the lips, and he doesn’t often bear his teeth—it would be a feat in and of itself to get him to smile broadly enough to show them off. His teeth themselves are polished and white, a little sharper than most would have, and it would require little effort for him to make someone bleed if he were to bit them for whatever reason.

SAPPHIRE, on the other hand, has more exaggerated features and tends to grin with her teeth showing in a taunting manner.

[face]: what is the shape of their face, do they have pronounced cheekbones or a strong jaw, what's the size and shape of their nose, what's the size and shape of their ears, do they stick out, are they pointed, etc.

Raised cheekbones set up the frame of their face, cheeks soft but relatively hollow extending downward toward a pointed chin. Their nose is thin and doesn’t project very far from Their face, ears small but pointed due to their demonic origins. They stick out a bit from their hair, but sometimes when their hair is being particularly rebellious, it covers the ears completely.

[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they're inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

SAPPHYRUS’s alabaster skin is definitely inclined to run cold, as they isn’t technically alive. Still, they keeps their clothing as warm as possible because the sensation of frigid air is something SAPPHYRE hates. In terms of blemishes, there are a fair number of scars on SAPPHYRUS’s skin, thin markings lining areas of their abdomen and back. The most notable one is a larger, more pronounced scar on their chest, over their heart. Since their skin is so pale, it tends to flush fairly easily, so even things like grabbing their wrists will flare pink areas on their skin. They tend to get sunburn easily rather than tanning, but their skin is supple and smooth, with the exception of callouses on their fingertips.

[build]: are they skinny and petite or do they resemble a body builder, are they tall or short or average height, are they lean and wiry, are they overweight, are all of their features proportionate, etc.

SAPPHYRE’s frame is fairly lean—his height is approximately 6′4″ and is just barely underweight at 150 lbs. He’s thin, and his features are fairly proportionate, but seem to be elongated due to how skinny he is.

SAPPHIRE, on the other hand has a little more meat on her bones, giving her a gratuitous body type. She still has most of SAPPHYRE’s features, though.

[chest]: (potentially n.s//fw) what size are their breasts if they have them, nipple colour and shape and size, do they have visible muscle definition/abs, etc.

Despite his frame, SAPPHYRE actually has a bit of muscle definition. Nipples are only slightly darker than the rest of his skin and are somewhat ovular and quarter-sized.

To delve into Sapphire’s characteristics, though, she’s a c-cup and is lacking in the muscle department.

[groin]: (potentially n.s//fw) any information pertaining to genitals - length, girth, shape, colour, "unusual features", also includes the rear and its general appearance, etc.

I’ll put this bluntly: they have a nice ass. That’s about all I’m willing to say about this one, but if that’s unacceptable, let’s just say SAPPHYRUS can satisfy most people with what they have in either form. B))

[hands]: are they large or small, do they have pianist's fingers or short stubby ones, do they tend to get sweaty or are they always dry, is the skin rough or delicate, are the nails painted or chewed or sharp, etc.

SAPPHYRUS has an average hand size, but definitely has the fingers of a pianist—they plays a bit, too, along with the Japanese samisen. They’re relatively dry, but not blisteringly so, and their skin is delicate and their nails are rounded in an almond shape and are a little long. I’m debating if they paint them black or not, honestly.

[legs]: are they solidly built, short and stubby, or long and graceful, do they have knobbly knees or rounded knees, what's their usual stance, etc.

SAPPHYRE legs are long and graceful with rounded knees, and his usual stance has his feet planted fairly close to each other in a straight-leg fashion. Suffice it to say, his usual stance only accentuates his height all the more.

SAPPHIRE is relatively the same, but not nearly as lanky, with wider thighs and a tendency to shift her weight to her left side when standing.

[feet]: do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their gait, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.

SAPPHYRUS rarely has to tiptoe for anything, but their gait is smooth and graceful, causing them to appear as if they’re merely gliding along the ground. Their hips tend to sway with each wide stride they take, and when they’re wearing a long coat or cloak, it flows behind them in a beautiful manner.

[other]: any other obscure feature or tiny detail that the asker is interested in, could include fantastical elements such as a tail, wings, horns, must be stated by asker, etc.

Since this wasn’t specified, I’ll choose their horns, wings, and tail, which usually only appear when SAPPHYRE is under extreme distress that doesn’t cause him to switch personalities. If SAPPHYRE senses an extreme danger, if he so chooses, he may phase between his humanoid and demonic forms. Unlike the typical image of a hellspawn, SAPPHYRE still remains as graceful as he does in his human form, but his body is flooded in red markings, and his skin darkens in color. Aside from this, long, curved horns adorn his head and large, black-feathered wings sprout from his back, continuing down to his tailbone in the form of bird-like tail feathers.