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Origins of Olympus - Reimagined

Chapter 2: (Not) So Nice to Meet You!

(art to be added later)

The camp tour had come to an end not too long ago. Xylo had taken his horse, Shadow, and began to wander around the camp. With each step his thoughts began to wander, he was lucky to find the steed after they were separated during a minotaur encounter on his way to the camp. Godly powers tended to leave a distinct signature that certain companions and creatures could follow. It had made tracking down the horse easier, along with the loud anxious squeals of the animal. It took a lot of snacks and a good petting session to calm Shadow down.

The image of the minotaur combusting into flames was still fresh in Xylo’s mind. He could clearly remember the roaring shrieks of the monster. He wasn’t even sure if it was dead or not. He didn’t see it die. Something had been wrong with it as well. Minotaurs were already territorial, but this one had behaved almost rabid…

He considered himself to be very lucky, a little bit of bruises and mud was worth getting out of that encounter alive. At the sound of a content snort from the horse, he was brought back from his thoughts.

Xylo figured that it would be best to get to know the other demi-gods. While he wasn’t the best at making small talk, he figured it would be in his best interests to at least be able to know the others' names and tie them to their faces. Well, he would have if everyone else hadn’t gone off to do their own things. Some had gone to the beach, or chose to look around the camp but most of them had meandered back to the cabins. He couldn’t see what the people by the cabins were doing due to the trees, but he could only assume they were just exploring and getting an idea of the cabin interiors. 

He remembered the rustic look of the small buildings. Rectangular in shape, with flat and stout, A-frame roofs. Each one had a section of balcony that curved around part of the structure, simply decorated with a small wooden table and two chairs. There were openings in the balconies that had small sections of stairs that lead straight to the door. The cabins all had windows, however, they also seemed to have blinds, so Xylo hadn’t been able to look inside. The most he could do was assume the insides were simple but cozy.

Catching himself spacing out again, Xylo shook his head and refocused his efforts on looking around. Most of the area was trees, very tall trees. He didn’t recognize the types, whether the reason was magic or exotic, he didn’t really care. There was also plenty of shrubbery and smaller plants, similarly magic or exotic, but he could see some that he knew. Finally, he finished his one-eighty spin.

He could now see the beach area, and he even managed to spot Jakey and Mitch. They, and the small group with them, were checking out the dock. It had an old, aged look to it, dark water-stained hardwood coated in algae, lichen and muscles. Despite the obvious age, it looked to still hold up quite well. Some were also looking at the various beach related games present. The lighter blue man even took a moment to submerge himself in the water, closely followed by his brother. While tempted to join them, Xylo wasn’t interested in getting sand in his shoes again. He had gotten enough from the desert. Sighing quietly, he continued further into the camp.

As he glanced around, he spotted Bryan near the path that led to the training grounds and bathhouses. Stepping closer, he could hear the shorter man speaking to… no one? Well, there is a small flock of sheep that held his attention. Was Bryan talking to the sheep? Xylo squinted his eyes, looking at the shorter man, focusing on his mouth. Yep, he was talking to the sheep.

Xylo decided it was best to leave him be. After all, everyone knows better than to get caught up in crazy. As he turned to walk away, he found he could pick out bits and pieces of the one-sided conversation; something about ‘Protecting them from the more violent sorts.’ or ‘Thank you’s for ‘Sharing that info with me, little guy!’, followed by loving head pats. Xylo just shook his head and moved to leave. Shadow, however, began to cock his head to the side with perked ears as the distant man talked absently. Still, Xylo felt it was best to leave Bryan to himself.

He briefly thought about Mario and his satyr friend, ‘What was her name again?’, but he recalled that they went off to look at the perimeter of the camp. Xylo himself had already taken a glance around the surrounding wall before the tour, so he didn’t think it was worth it to bother looking for them. He figured that there would be other times for him to catch up with either of them. 

Kaykrae, or ‘Kay’ as he had taken to calling her, had promptly vanished into the mess hall after the tours’ conclusion. Although, he didn’t mind as much since she seemed to not really like him that much. That left the son of Apollo with very few options in which to spend his time. Xylo crossed off another mental box. He tried to look deeper into his mind for who he wanted to see or where he wanted to go, not finding much coming to him.

Walking Shadow had done its work in killing some time, but one could only walk by themself for so long before it became boring and rather sad. Xylo sighed as he scratched his beard with his thumb and index, lightly rubbing over the scruffy parts on the sides of chin. There really wasn’t much for him to do was there? No one was around for him to talk to at the moment, walking was not cutting it anymore, he had already seen most of the camp.  What was there to do?

His eyes were drawn to the distant bright colors of the sparring arena near the training grounds. ‘Well, I don’t want to get rusty I suppose’ he distantly thought. Slowly making his way down the path.

Xylo came to a stop in front of the target section of the training area, he had gone ahead and loosely tied Shadow to a nearby post, allowing the steed room to idly graze on some grass. Meanwhile, he attempted trick shots with his bow and tore into the dummies with his clawed gauntlets. His arrows managed to hit the targets, albeit barely most of the time. Despite his heritage, he was never a good shot. Swapping again, he tore through the dummies with ease, even without the use of the single claws on his fists, his hands made quick work of the thickly stuffed hardened leather.

“Hey.” At the same time a new voice spoke up behind him. As he turned around -and very much not jumping and gasping in surprise, thank you-, he locked eyes with Mitch, the darker son of Poseidon he had seen earlier. Xylo hadn’t gotten a good look at him before, so now he took the chance to take in the other parts of his appearance. The dark-blue man stood to be at a similar height to him, only just slightly shorter, although his gold crown did add on a few inches. He matched Jakey to a point. He had dark blue hair, rather than just dyed tips, a shawl, and heterochromia; his right eye being a mix of a dark purple sclera, magenta iris and white pupil, and a far more normal-looking dark blue on his left. A piercing on his nose bridge helped fill in the space between his eyes. His mouth was covered by a mask on the shawl he wore. There also appeared to be a pair of shark-like fins on the man’s back mixed in with tiny scales covering spots of his torso and face in patches. He looked to be far more fitting for the deep sea and not the land.

“Hello?” Xylo replied, a questioning turn to his voice. “Are you here to also use the dummies n’ stuff? If so…uh-” as he turned to gesture to the training grounds, he finally noticed the carnage he left; hay, sand and stuffing littered the area, and it looked like a bull had run a rampage through it. Lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck he continued “-Well, I was going to offer to let you take part of the place, but I don’t think I noticed just how much damage I did…” he ended his comment by lowering his shoulders. Frankly, he felt pretty bad.

“No, no, it’s fine. I didn’t plan on using any of this stuff yet.” Mitch replied, waving his hand dismissively. “Just thought you could use a buddy to chat with.” he ended with a laugh.

“Ah… y’know what? Yah, I could go for a chat. I probably need to take a break anyway.” Xylo agreed, nodding his head in the direction of the nearby bleachers sitting in front of the sparring arena.

As they settled down, Xylo took a moment to stretch, a loud crack coming from his back, followed by a big sigh of relief. He hadn’t realized just how stiff he’d gotten. Thinking of it, he hadn’t gotten time to relax at all since his encounter with the minotaur. As he sat down, he could feel his legs burn slightly from finally getting the chance to rest after hours of overuse. He groaned involuntarily, as his body fell semi-limp.

Mitch chuckled at his dramatics. Rolling his shoulders to relieve tension as he shifted on the stiff wooden structure, making the old sun-bleached wood creak. He looked over to Xylo with a lift to his eyes, giving away a hidden grin despite his face covering.

“Funny man you are, bein’ all dramatic! What? Went on a ten-mile hike before coming here or something?” The masked man jabbed, a mild sarcasm to his voice.

“Definitely an ‘or something’” Xylo returned exhaustedly; he felt himself relax further into the bleachers. ‘Man, who would have thought that old hardwood could be so comfy.’ He thought briefly.

Mitch continued to eye him. Gaze flitting between him and to the side, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. His hands, which sat planted on the junction between his knees and thighs, flapped with soft patting sounds following each repetition of the action. The guy was very obviously nervous. A soft whistle of air left him before he spoke.

“So, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others; but -uh, you are a son of Apollo, right?” Mitch questioned, not necessarily sounding aggressive or accusatory; but, all the same, Xylo heaved a loud, annoyed sigh. This caused the blue-haired man to lean back and look away awkwardly. He laughed dismissively before speaking again. “I-I don’t mean anything by it! Just wondering because -uh, not to be rude; but you don’t look like you go outside, like, ever.” He finished off, exaggerating a shrug.

Xylo shot him an annoyed look, having gotten this question plenty of times. It was always over one thing or another about him. His ashy skin, his violet eyes, his incompetence in archery, and even his preference for the later parts of the day. It always came back to questions about his heritage. Frankly, he just believed that his other parent was merely not as aligned with the sun and daytime as his father, though he’s never really felt the inclination to tell anyone that information. He also never really believed it to be anyone else's business, he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone. Often, he refused to acknowledge questions like that usually.

Truthfully, he has never felt like an Apollo kid. He had never managed to bond with his siblings, nor did he have any of the primary Apollo traits, no gift of prophecy, he hardly understood medicine, and he often found himself drifting towards staying up during the evening and night, and he felt far more drawn to the miasma of plague over cursing mortals with it. He never could understand the ways of his father. But, no matter what, those issues were his own. He did not wish to share them.

He could tell that Mitch was getting uncomfortable with his staring. Good. His family life was honestly no one’s business. However, the awkwardness was getting to him as well. Maybe just something small to explain his discomfort with the topic. Get the other to drop it.

He simply stated, “I am, and there is nothing else to it.” It was sharp and cold, hopefully getting his message across. From the looks of it, it did. Mitch simply nodded and muttered a short apology.

Xylo took a moment to calm himself. Breathing slowly and leaning back so that he was effectively laying down on the next level of bleachers behind him. Lifting his hand, he used it to lightly rub away the sweat on his face before letting it brush up over his scared eye, through his hair, and behind his head to act as a pillow. His eyes were shut now, letting himself take in the rays of the sun for a moment. Finally, he cracked open his eyes slightly to look at the other man, who had decided to lean himself against the railing of the bleachers.

“Listen, I get it, but it’s really none of your business, man.” Xylo addressed Mitch in a resigned manner.

“I understand; my bad.” Mitch ended off his statement with a humorless chuckle before huffing out an anxious breath.

A stifled swear gave both men pause as they looked to the noise's origin. Kay was on the path leading to the mess hall, on the ground were assorted fruits and vegetables, likely dropped by the older women. Swiftly, Xylo and Mitch made their way to the echidna’s side, leaning down to help retrieve the fallen produce. She quietly readjusted herself as she took back what she lost. With everything now more secured in her arms, she stiffly nodded with a huff then continued on her way.

“You think she’s got a problem with us, or is she just… like that? Maybe just a bad day?” Mitch commented once Kay was out of earshot. Looking to his companion and nudging his head in the direction the serpent women went.

“I’m not sure.” Xylo shrugged, “I think it's first-day jitters or something. She’s not used to all of this excitement.” He vaguely gestured to the outdoors in front of them.

“Sounds about right…” The blue man agreed. Stretching his arms out above his head, he followed up with a strained groan to his voice, “Whelp-, wanna follow up on that offer earlier? We could see who has the worse aim.” He joked, summoning his trident and lifting into view. 

“Sure, I could do to kill some more time anyways.” The armored man agreed as they made their way back to the targets.

Hours had passed and it was coming to the hottest point of the day. Xylo took the time to look for any nearby stables but found there to be none. He could always ask later he supposed. For the time being, he left Shadow tethered in a well shaded spot, and with Mitches water abilities, managed to fill a nearby barrel with cool fresh water. The horse puffed contently, satisfying Xylo with his work. With one last firm pat to the steed's shoulder, he left to continue his little competition with the other man.

The two had seen new campers arrive over time and betted over who they thought they were the kids of. But otherwise, none had come to talk to the pair.

The day continued on as they found ways to try and one-up one another with their ways of eviscerating dummies and tearing targets to shreds. Xylo had been taking his time with a particular dummy, tossing it around and attempting to strike it in midair. However, as he was going in for the finishing blow, a blade tied to long, wide, white fabric struck straight through the leather and pulled it away. It was pulled to the ground and tugged until it stopped under a scuffed red tennis shoe. The shoe lifted then suddenly stomped down on the head of the dummy with a muted crack, causing sand to fly in all directions.

Finally lifting their eyes, both men saw one of the campers from the tour. If Xylo remembered correctly, his name was Brandeen. His face was contorted into a sly smirk, showing off his sharp canines. A black laurel came up to form the shape of foreboding horns on his head. His long white and red hair had been tied back into a messy ponytail, likely in anticipation of using the training grounds. He let out a boisterous laugh as he stepped over the fallen dummy and approached the other two demi-gods with long, confident strides. The tethered blade was spun in large, lazy circles at his side. He truly fit the criteria of a child of Ares.

“Well-” He began “-Xylo and Mitch, yes?” He stated in a far-too-proud tone, aiming his sharp red eyes at the respective person he was addressing. “The sons of Apollo and Poseidon. Have to say, it’s an honor.” He continued, in an almost taunting manner. One hand sat planted on his hip, his chest puffed out, attempting to show his muscles through his shirt and the thick material of his pleather jacket. A large platinum chain necklace clinking around his neck as he moved.

Having been taken aback by the sudden arrival of a third person, Xylo sputtered, struggling to find the words to counter the red man's abrasive attitude. Although, the moment had been taken from him once again as Brandeen came to meet him in a far too close face-to-face. Despite his confident demeanor, the man had to adjust his gaze to meet Xylo’s eyes. Although, that didn’t stop him from attempting to step down onto the taller man's exposed toes. Xylo had just barely managed to pull his foot out of the way of the oncoming shoe.

He scoffed at the boy in front of him, agitated at the overconfidence and aggressive attempts to provoke him. He steadied his breath and did his best to hide the frustration he was feeling.

Brandeen responded in kind, an airy chuckle slipping past his clenched teeth. Breaking the eye contact he held with Xylo, his head lazily drifted over the mess of a training area the sons of Apollo and Poseidon had left. Like Xylo had left it earlier, only if a small tornado had run through it afterwards to rub salt into the dummies' unfelt wounds. The abrasive man whistled at the mess and shook his head as that smarmy smirk returned to his face.

“Damn, you two did some damage here, didn’t ya?” He mused rhetorically. “Now imagine if it was a battlefield!” He gleamed, eyes shining at the prospect of bloodied battle.

Xylo glanced at Mitch, seeing that his companion held a reserved uncomfortable expression. Mitch returned the action, likely seeing the same look on Xylo’s own face. They both were not welcoming the new company so far.

“Aw-, are you two not big fans of that idea?” Brandeen continued, His smirk sharpening slightly before his face finally relaxed into a more lax grin and his body falling into a slight slouch. His demeanor had done a full one-eighty, becoming far more subdued. While he still looked confident, his body language read as less challenging. The tethered blade he had been slinging now hung loosely and his shoulders were pulled back along with his back in a mild lean. His hands raised in a placating manor, lightly pushing at the air. “Alright, alright, sorry” He pacified, no longer having a sharp sting to his voice. “Should have seen your faces though; gold. Pure gold.” he chuckled.

The other two demi-gods looked at the pleather-clad man, unimpressed. Xylo, despite his best efforts, let out a deep sigh. Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, he prompted a stiff “What do you want?” As much as he didn’t want the frustrating man in front of him to see, Xylo could feel his patience visibly waning.

Brandeen’s eyebrows quirked slightly, and the corners of his mouth tightened, a minor expression of amusement. “Do I gotta want something to strike up a chat?” He challenged. 

Xylo couldn’t help but feel put off by the red man. Something about him felt wrong. The cold distant look in his eyes, even during his moments of exclamation. Only matched by the vague stiffness to his muscles, even when relaxed; something that a man who moves like he does wouldn’t have. Even his skin -pardoning Xylo’s own hypocrisy- was strangely pale. His gut was telling him to not humor the shorter man. But, at the same time, he felt bad for immediately possessing such harsh judgements, even if his first impression of the other wasn’t the best.

He bit his lip just a little too harshly, stepping back and rolling his shoulders to release his stress. Sill, something felt wrong. He was obviously strong, but his muscles seemed to lack the trademark definition of that strength. Despite his chosen form of fashion, he didn’t seem bothered by the temperature, not even seeming to sweat. His body moved in a way that was almost mannequin-esque, going from one pose to the next. Something was wrong. He knew that something was wrong. He just couldn’t place it.

Xylo continued to look over the man in front of him scrutinizingly, trying to figure out why he seemed so wrong. Only to have his concentration broken by a hand clasping his shoulder.

It seemed to be at this point that Mitch decided to step in, waving out his hand in view of the two before moving between them. “Hay, yah, so I think we all got off on the wrong foot here.” The covered man eased. “But I think we should all have a seat and get proper introductions out of the way, alright?” Despite the lift in his tone, Mitch had left little room for argument as he began his trek to the same sun-bleached wooden bleachers that he and Xylo sat on earlier. His shoulders relaxed as he heard two sets of footsteps follow him.

“So, a son of Aries, yah?” Xylo tested, even though he already knew the answer.

“Bingo.” Brandeen replied simply.

“Mmh” Xylo hummed, it looked like he wouldn’t be getting anything out of the guy yet.

The bleachers came into reach allowing each member of the trio to settle along the first lengthy portion of wood, Mitch at the end with Xylo to his side. A small amount of distance stretched between them and Brandeen, who was closer to the middle of the sitting space.

Now that they were seated, Xylo couldn’t help but take in more of the newcomer. While he didn’t appear awkward, there was now a strain to his expression that hadn’t been visible before. Xylo tilted his head as he caught a subtle sideways glance from the warmonger. While he trusted his gut and knew that he shouldn’t let down his guard around the man, he couldn’t help the twist in his stomach over his judgment of Brandeen. Why did this man make him feel so uneasy? It wasn’t just the behavior from earlier, he could tell that wasn’t it. Nor was it his slightly off appearance and body language. There was just this… off aura about him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, what was the word?

“Look any harder and your brain’ll explode.”

“What?” Xylo reeled. Had he been staring that hard?

“You look like you're trying to pick me apart with your mind, what’s up?” Brandeen leaned back lazily onto an outstretched arm, drifting his gaze to the armored man. “You ain’t subtle, Sunset” he addressed. At this point his face had fallen into a relaxed neutral expression, eyes half lidded as he maintained eye contact. 

“Sunset?” Xylo echoed, stone faced and flat.

“Well… you don’t exactly look like the embodiment of sunshine.” Mitch butted in, shrugging his shoulders.

Xylo grunted a stunted response, choosing not to indulge the topic. “I don’t know how to feel about you, Buddy. You didn’t exactly give me much of a reason to like you…” He bristled at the look Brandeen gave him. The, at this point, frustrating man had an amused lift to his features. Although, his expression was soon schooled as he laxly leaned over himself partly and clasped his hands.

“Alright, yah, fair enough-” Brandeen nodded in detached agreement. “-Nothing against you, more so… testing the waters.” He chuckles quietly, motioning his hand in lazy circles.

Xylo dipped his head side-to-side amicably. While he still didn’t necessarily have any good feelings about the man of war, he felt it was best to avoid antagonizing him for the time being. Instead, he chose to continue studying the man.

“-You know how it is, Gods and fights for dominance- hay!” he shot up and snapped his fingers, a far more natural grin spread across his face “That would be a good way to meet everyone properly! A big ‘ol group sparring match!” His body widened at the suggestion, arms spreading and legs kicking out to visibly express the scope of his sudden idea.

Xylo found himself doubting the intentions of Brandeen’s idea. He didn’t think that the guy went out of his way to talk to people unless he could get a reaction or a favor out of it. Considering his behavior earlier, he likely just wanted to see bloodshed.

“Right” Xylo drawled, absently scratching at his scruff.

“Aaahh, I’ll iron it out later!” Brandeen dismissed. He stood from his position on the bench, stretching his back, earning some soft pops from his spine as he did so. “Whelp, since the targets are a bust, guess I'll be seeing you two later.” With one last salute, the man in red was on his way. Still seated on the bleachers, the original two campers watched blankly as the man drifted down the path away from the training grounds.

The two leftover men glanced at each other before looking at the forgotten mess laid before them. Without saying a word, they both left their seats and proceeded to separate sections. Mitch busied himself with cleaning the strewed stuffing, straw, and leather. Meanwhile, Xylo got to work clearing the targets of projectiles and replacing the dummies with ones he found in the nearby storage building. Even if the work would be shabby, it was better than leaving the area how it was.

The pair had just finished their work when a booming horn sounded over the camp. Looking to the direction the sound came from; they could just barely see Kay standing in front of the building Xylo remembered being the mess hall. Quickly, he realized that it must have been the call for dinner. He looked down and began to dust himself off while going into a light blind jog, soon followed by Mitch, doing a similar motion. All they could recall of the meal was the wide expenses of food and the drawing cards for roommates.

Xylo frankly could not relax during the bonfire, he still hadn’t gotten the chance to chat up the other campers, not even during dinner. He had believed that his offering of a human snack, ‘Marshmallows’ if he remembered correctly, would help, but it had barely done anything to release the tension in his gut. Brandeen also seemed to be sticking close. It wasn’t in the ‘staying close because I know you and I’m awkward’ way, but rather a ‘I’m studying you for the future’ way. It was made even worse when Kay would be so cage-y when answering his questions. The worst part, however, were the foreboding warnings given by The Oracle. He couldn't help his relief when the event finally came to a close.

That’s where the day left him now, with Xylo standing in front of the cabins he still had yet to truly look at. He had finally found the stables and had left Shadow to rest in them. Beside him was Mitch’s younger brother, Jakey. They had drawn the same-colored cards during the banquet and were now roomed together for the summer. If He could notice his and Mitch’s minor height difference, then he could tell he dwarfed Jakey. Not only in height, but in body mass too. The guy was built to be a swimmer, thin with long limbs, and his sparse clothing only served to make him seem smaller. More streamlined. Xylo believed he could snap the guy in half if he really felt the need. The only thing that threw him off was the shorter man’s pale complexion; he expected that from the more deep-sea appropriate Mitch, not the light river-like colored Jakey.

Either way, Xylo was too tired to truly care at that moment, and so too was his roommate.

Jakey immediately stumbled towards the closest bed, falling face first into the sheets and groaning in exhaustion. Xylo could relate honestly; his muscles and head were killing him. Spending his entire day from before sunrise till after sunset either on his feet or having social interactions had almost fully drained him. He simply waved his hand to open his small godly pocket storage and threw out his belongings just so he could get to his personal pillow and finally lay down in the other bed. He would worry about looking at the cabin interior in the morning.

Quietly, as he slowly drifted into the heavy beginnings of sleep, his mind slipped into thoughts of earlier in the afternoon with Mitch and Brandeen. Something was still bothering him about the whole interaction. Brandeen still found the ability to worm his way into Xylo’s mind. What was the feeling? It was wrong, he knew it was wrong. What is it? What is it?

Xylo shuffled uncomfortably in his bed, laying on his back and clasping his hands on his stomach. His face was now covered in sweat as he stared at the ceiling. Something deeper was going on at this camp. Their godly parents had to have known; they had to.

Xylo doubted he would be getting any actual restful sleep that night.

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Please watch the original Origins of Olympus series, while this story does make major changes; the series made by the Origins MCRP crew is important to understanding the Reimagining, and it's good to support the original material if you can. It's free on YouTube with multiple perspectives. If you see any way that I can improve my writing, or any grammar/spelling mistakes please let me know!

[silvertws]

You know what? At this point I have more written posts than fanarts... I mean, I could post old ones, but idk if it would make sense you know? Anyway.

You may wonder, is this gonna be another Steve Saga or something post?

Oh no, I may be hyperfixated, but I still do love other fandoms, even if they are dead.

Speaking on dead fandoms.

Hi Origins Crew fandom :}

How are y'all doing? How's the feeling of never knowing what was supposed to happen to your favorite character in OoO, SNO,SAO...? Oh and the unfinished storylines in MHO? FTO? do we wanna talk about the cliffhanger in OZ? I mean, luckily some people posted videos about how the storyline was going to go, so at least we got that.

(to clarify, I'm not mad at anyone who was part of the Origins Crew DW, I could never)

Anyway.

Some backstory on how I started watching Origins.

It was summer of 2019 I think? Pretty sure at least, I know it was before I started highschool because I sucked at English before I started watching Origins.

Anyway.

First series was OoO S1 from Brandon's POV, at least that's the first video that got recommended to me, I'm unsure what episode it was, I can't remember if it was before or after the Aphrodite's ball (we don't talk about those, you guys know why. You know.) So I'm not sure if I even watched it all, but I think at the time I did go back to watch it from the first episode.

Anyway POVS right? With OoO S1 I watched Brandon (*cough cough* Brandeen), Jakey, Brian, Colin and some of Xylo.

And can I just say... IT'S BEEN 3 SEASONS, 3 SEASONS IT TOOK TO GET RID OF A FUCKING SWORD, A SWORD, COME ON. AND WHY THE FUCK, CAN SOME PEOPLE COME BACK TO LIFE, AND OTHERS CAN'T, WHAT PLOT ARMOR IS THIS- Istg that was probably the most annoying thing of them all, nothing against the creators, again I feel like I need to clarify! But it's just my personal dumb opinion that I hope nobody takes offense to???

Anyway.

I feel like I should make a post for every Origins Series I've watched, but idk if that would make sense lol TwT

Besides my personal preferences when it came to all the series, I am very grateful to the Origins Crew, they're the reason I'm here today, the reason I know English and they were the first group that really opened my eyes when it came to the LGBTQ+ community and helped me discover myself.

I know that from an outside point of view it might seem dumb, but I do owe a lot to them, all of them, even the ones who left a year before Origins dismantled, even the ones who joined just before people went their separate ways.

Because even if people might say that the storylines were dumb or maybe cliche (which, in some cases they definitely were) in the end, I still loved every moment of it, every episode every dumb character who didn't make any sense or that was weirdly overpowered (I REALLY want to specify which ones but I don't want the whole fandom to come at me, please, any fandom but this one) but to be fair they kinda all were in some way? Or at least had the potential to in my opinion.

I'm not good at keeping a conversation stick to one topic, I tend to sideline pretty often and I apologize for that. TwT

Also idk if it's just me, but when I find a group of people there's always that one that for some unknown reason I just like more and that one who I dislike, again, for no specific reason, just the vibes???

Like for Hermitcraft and Empires it's Pearl, for Fable it's Ulysses, (I love this fish boy with all my heart if anything happens to him I will cry) for Origins it was Colin and Brandon, don't ask why, I have no idea, I just did, still do consider them my favorites.

I kept watching content from the Origins creators after everything went down. Including the drama with some of the creators I suppose... (I still don't understand most of it)

From Devi Devi Academy/anarchy to Glitch generation, to My Hero Eternity, I watched some of the Fnaf content Bryan made just for the nostalgia.

Holy fuck how I miss these fuckers.

Like it was the whole dynamic they had in the group, the mini games videos in character were so entertaining to watch! Especially the crossovers, I tend to rewatch them from time to time even tho I know basically everything by memory at this point.

Honestly they really inspired me when it came to creating my own storylines, and roleplaying, some people may call it cringe, and I get it, but I still think it's fun.

It's been a year.

Well, more technically, but I didn't have Tumblr at the time of the anniversary I suppose? Can you even call it that?

The Origins fandom never felt too big, in my life I've only talked to one other person who knew about them, and it was pretty fun, we watched the uh.. second episode of my Hero Eternity together making theories and stuff, talking about my hero Origins and wondering which characters canonically knew that you know, mr "I killed both my bio parents" was actually alive. (Which from what we know, Flex knows, and I think Colin, not sure tho, because in the 3rd episode, when they were interrogating the hero, our edgy boy mentioned how he had an old "friend" who could get information and data really easily, and now, we all know Mario definitely wouldn't do that plus, did he even interact with the L.O.V.E. as a whole? I don't think so? So the only option that makes sense to me is Colin)

Anyway I drifted away from the concept once again because once I start talking I won't ever stop.

This is a long post, as usual, cause I write a lot when it comes to things I'm passionate about.

I'm very attached to Origins, all the characters, all the storylines, all the silly little things. And I'm never going to stop missing it I suppose? Not in a "omg how dare they break the group apart blabla blabla..." No, I'm just very nostalgic when it comes to it.

I owe everything to them, part of who I am today is because of them.

PS: if anybody wants to talk about this fandom I suppose, please do, please let's start a conversation. I have so many things to say.

Like you know in SNO when people didn't know Lucas and Brandon were SIBLINGS???? and they SHIPPED THEM??? yeah, hi it's me, I'm the problem it's me, HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU JUST DROP A BOMB LIKE THAT ON THE LAST EPISODE MAN, AND HOW DID I NOT EXPECT IT????? luckily for me, mine was very much platonic shipping, so uhhh yay??? Don't come for me guys, it was years ago, please ToT Also I did kinda Ship Lucas with uhh was it also called Jakey???? I don't remember anymore my friend will probably remember this because when the series was happening I'd just go on and ramble about the fact that I didn't know who I should have shipped with the angel boy.

Man shipping anyone in any of those series was HELL, LET ME TELL YOU, HELL. ABSOLUTE HELL, HOLY FUCK THIS IS WHY I DON'T SHIP CHARACTERS AT ALL.

Ok actual PS now:

Please, let's all sit and chat in front of a glass of tumbjuice/tomb juice??? (idk how to spell that, don't come for me) and not get cursed by anything while we do so.

Let's just vibeeeeeee :D

[secret-mewtwo]

Official ref-sheet for Xylo:D

He is open for asks! (Just like all of my other characters!!)

(Not my best drawing:P)

Anyway! Some facts about Xylo:

His mental age is about of a ten year old.

He loves bees! He has a bee plushy that I’m going to show soon.

He enjoys wearing human clothes and trying on new styles.

He doesn’t need food or water, and gets energy from sleeping.

Uses telepathy for speaking.

He has a very similar structure as a Reuniclus, so don’t poke him with anything sharp. Even though he can regenerate pretty fast.

He spends a lot of time with Mizuki (obviously) and Selena. But they have more sibling like relationship than anything else :)

[davidpwilson2564]

Bloglet

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Ideal weather.  

Trump suing Michael Cohen for having damaged the Trump brand. For having violated lawyer-client privilege.   Suing for 500 million (a number pulled out of thin air). 

Trump is back in city tomorrow to sit for deposition...civil lawsuit re his business empire.  This will take place behind closed doors, so Trump can say he emerged triumphant.   He tells us that during his arriagment last week police were “in tears” as they witnessed the injustice being done to their hero (their favorite president).   Unlikely story.  

Thursday, April 13, 2023

Wonderful weather contines.  Summer-like, with sunbathers taking to the Park. 

Friday, April 14, 2023

The presidential candidates (announced and unannouced) speak at an NRA rally.  Pence is booed but unbowed.  NRA mantra: “Guns don’t kill people...” etc.  Trump is the featured speaker. His message:   mass shootings are not a gun problem...etc. 

Such gorgeous weather.    

“Phatom of the Opera” closes on Sunday.  R K tells me that some young people are crazy about this show.  One fan, he says, tattooed “Think of me...” on her wrist.  It brought to mind the guy in L A who had the opening bars of “Un Bel Di” on his tombstone.  

The weekly zoom call.  The name Eugene Gamiel comes up.  So many of us played under his (unsure) baton.  He wanted me to play the xylo in “The Comedians”...his pronunciation of xylophone always consisted of four syllables.  Ex-xylophone.  I found myself pronouncing it correctly in his presence over and over in hopes he’d pick up on it.  It never happend.  It would  always be, forever, ex-xylophone.  

to be continued

[xyloophones]

Hi I just wanted to tell you that Razzmatazz is one of my favorite fics of possibly literally all time. The characterization is next level and the dynamics and interactions between characters are absolutely genius. I actually think this is the most canon-accurate and impressive fic I have read in a LONG ass time and the plot is so engaging and incredible. You have so much talent and I literally screamed when I saw cataclysm go up. Have a fantastic evening

<3333 this message is soooo sweet <3333 !!!!!! thank you so much omg !!!!

i'm glad you liked razzmatazz so much and i can't wait to share the rest of cataclysm <333 have a good evening too !!!

[kiaranotkeira]

being closeted really do be like "time to overthink whether or not to buy a rainbow pin"

[dumb-flip-flappers-captions]

lil preview of smth that i started today and will take me forever and a day to finish

[bevertown]

Being a mallet player like

[x-infernhoes-x]

She’s My Collar- Basilio x Reader

Title: She’s My Collar

Genre: Romance, Smut, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Mentions of Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Implied Consent, Basilio nearly murdering someone because they spoke badly about you

Description: KAI IF YOU’RE READING THIS, THIS ONE’S FOR YOU AND ALL OF YOU BASILIO SIMPS 

NOTE SOMETIME AROUND 3:00 AM YESTERDAY NAWALA YUNG ORIGINAL PUTANG INA I WAS THIS CLOSE ON FINISHING IT SHDJGFHJBDKJBSEDVGSJHGBKHGSFKJBGBKJGBJGLJBGWL  AN HOUR’S WORTH OF WRITING G O N E AND I HAD TO REWRITE EVERYTHING I AM STRESSED AND DSBJKGBKJFSDGNB SO ENJOY.

4:31 AM NOTE UPDATE YESTERDAY: langya ayoko na. matutulog na nga ako, sakit na ng likod ko.

6:50 PM NOTE TODAY: I’M GOING TO FINISH THIS BEFORE MIDNIGHT COMES. ALSO, DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS!!

12:10 AM NOTE TODAY: The note above this one is a lie. I managed to continue this after family night lmao but enjoy still. Tried my best to make it gender-neutral as possible but yeah :’) I kinda failed successfully I think???

  You and Basilio have been dating for quite some time now. Although he was a messy guy you made sure that you had his back and helped him out to work on how to keep his sloppy tendencies at bay and in turn he would shower you with love and affection that you would usually get from the demi-god of war. Basilio was the perfect guy, he was a sweet lad who made your lonely days better, he made sure that you were cared for in any shape or form and he always had your back in everything and he would give you anything you would ask for in the world. The two of you barely even fought and if you were to fight, it would be more of a joke one than an all-out screaming match. He was the best thing that has ever happened to you and you constantly thank Bathala for it and Basilio thought the same. The two of you were a match made in heaven.

 Although despite your busy schedules keeping the two of you apart, you both made sure that you and your loving boyfriend would get the chance to hang out together. Often, you and Basilio would frequent the Diabolical together, just basking in each other's presence, tucked away in some booth Hank had reserved for the two of you, or sitting by the bar just chatting about each other’s day. You could recall Hank telling you that whenever you were around or that when someone ever mentions your name, Basilio seemed to calm down and would eagerly listen into whatever conversation had said your name. There was a time where Basilio nearly knocked someone’s teeth out because they were talking badly of you and it took Crispin, Maliksi, Hannah, Amie, Alex, and Hank himself to hold back the younger twin and prevent him from punching someone’s lights or teeth out or even prevent a murder from ever happening.

 “Alam mo, (Y/N) pag naririnig ni Basilio na dadaan ka rito, parang siyang aso na di mapakali. Kulang nalang na magkaroon siya ng buntot e.” Hank joked as he was cleaning the freshly washed glass, watching Basilio flush red, face buried into his forearm as he groaned in response while you let out a small chuckle.

 Now looking back, that memory seemed to be far away from you. Tonight happened to be your anniversary with Basilio and instead of a cozy night in, he wanted to do something different.  Basilio wanted to take you out dancing and bar hopping around Bonifacio Global City’s luxurious bars (sometimes you wondered to yourself how the hell can Basilio afford this.) and maybe take you sight seeing around the place when you got the time. Pacing around your living room in your apartment, you were about to shoot him a text message when a knock at your door had interrupted you from doing so, nearly dropping your phone in the process. “Sandali  lang!” you yelled to whoever was outside the door. If there was one thing you learned from dating Basilio, it was being vigilant. You had to make sure that the person on the other side of your door was your boyfriend and not some kind of Aswang or any malicious person who had a personal grudge against the twins and Alex. Taking a peek at the pee hole your door had, you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend, Basilio grinning up at you as he waved. Instead of wearing his suit, Basilio was in his casual clothing for tonight, his long silken locks pulled back in a half-up, half-down man-bun.

 Opening the door, you then welcomed him with open arms before proceeding to smack him playfully on his arm, an amused smirk on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak, your tone light and teasing, “Took you long enough! Siguro na-traffic ka no?” Basilio could only roll his dark eyes at you as he placed a loving kiss upon your head. “Hindi a, si Kuya Crispin kasi e, sobrang tagal niya sa banyo kaya ayun.” Pulling himself away from you, he then offered his arm for you to take with a grin, his head tilting towards the direction of the door as he spoke, “So ano? Tara na?” “Siyempre naman.”  

 After making sure your apartment was locked, the two of you went down towards the direction of the parking lot and took a couple few selfies inside the elevator, you and Basilio were off. While in the car, the both of you would scream along to the lyrics of Ang Huling El Bimbo by Eraserheads while in traffic. On your way to BGC, both of you were surprised to see Maliksi and his significant by the stoplight, taking the advantage of the long-ass stop to chat with the Prince of the Tikbalangs and his fiancé. Your conversation was cut short when the stoplight had changed from red to green, saying your goodbyes to each other as Basilio drove away to your very first destination, which was none other than XYLO at The Palace.

  In all honesty, you’ve heard about this bar but it was the first time you got to enter the place itself. The both of you got lucky that the place wasn’t as packed and that you got there early before the actual party had started. Both you and Basilio then made your way over to the bar to grab your first drinks of the night. The two of you chatted for a while, occasionally nodding your heads to the beat of the song. After a while, the night seemed to kick in and both of you were already at what seemed to be your 3rd or 4th bar of the night, this time you and Basilio were jumping up and down to DJ Khalid’s song ‘All I Do Is Win’ before the both of you screamed along with the rest of the patrons, “Putang Ina, Alak Pa!”  and time seemed to flow faster than ever as you and your loving boyfriend went in and about around BGC’s classiest bars, downing every single drink you two could manage and take or even dance along to the songs the bars provided while occasionally sharing a kiss here and there, not minding the reek of alcohol and sweat clinging on each other’s bodies as the two of you laughed.

 Sometime around 10:30, you and Basilio were shitfaced to oblivion but both of you were used to it. You had lost count on how many drinks you’ve managed to down yet you and Basilio couldn’t care less, you were certain that you heard your phones ring but you two never got the chance to answer them because Basilio was busy doing body shots on you or you making out with your boyfriend in some hidden corner of the bar. You were starting to get the hint that after your little make-out session at Club Haze, he was focused on one thing and you knew what that meant, despite being inebriated out of your wits. So what do you do? Put on a show for him of course.

 You knew Basilio was sitting by the bar because you told him you were going to use the bathroom to freshen up a little bit since the club felt a little bit humid. What he didn’t expect was you sashaying over to where the dance floor, the last notes of Nelly Furtado’s Maneater fading away only to be replaced by Doja Cat’s Streets. To you, the sound seemed to have slowed down and you weren’t sure because it was the alcohol’s effects taking over, nobody else in the club mattered but your boyfriend alone.  The figures around you seemed to blur and Basilio was the only one you had your eyes on as your body moved to the beat, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted, and even from afar, you could see your demi-god of a boyfriend shuffle in his seat, his cheeks brightly flushed even under the lights of the dark club (yes, Basilio even tried to hide his raging boner from everyone but he was failing miserably). You knew that he was watching you closely like a predator ready to strike and even from afar you can tell that he was getting impatient with your games and that made you smirk. You knew that Basilio had a thing for Semi-Public sex and your several other experiences with him were proof of that, hell the two of you almost got caught one time and you were internally thankful that you weren’t. But tonight, Basilio’s going to abide by the rules of your own game and not his.

The opening bass beat from Beyonce’s Yonce/Partition was your cue to take things up a notch by making your way over to the bar where you had stood upon the counter (you had asked the bartender and the rest of the patrons who hung around the bar save for Basilio in advance and they seemed to agree with it just as long as you were careful) and made your way down the counter, hips sashaying and your body with every beat and drop before stopping to where he was, a smirk on your face, your hands running up from your thighs and right past your chest in a sensual manner, leaning in just so you could ghost your lips over Basilio’s eagerly waiting ones before pulling away with a wink. Once your little show was done and you had gone down from your counter with the help of the bartender you had just spoken to before making your way over to the dance floor once more to dance just as your song, She’s My Collar by Gorillaz began to play only to be caught short when you felt a hand grab you by the wrist.

Despite being drunk you were still smart and quick to retaliate towards whoever had grabbed you only to be surprised to be looking right directly at your boyfriend’s dark obsidian gaze, his breath slow and ragged and you knew you were in it for real this time the moment he said, “We’re leaving.” In a tone, you’ve never heard from him before and that seemed to send shivers and chills up your spine as he dragged you away from the bar to head right outside.

Honestly, the whole trip back to the car seemed to pass you by like a blur, you would occasionally stumble on your own feet, which prompted Basilio to sling you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a sack of potatoes (at least it gave you a perfect view of his ass). The moment you arrived at your car, however, you were thrown haphazardly into the backseat after Basilio had unlocked the door with ease and then entered the vehicle as well, quickly pulling you up on his lap where he locked his lips with you in a heated kiss, hands roaming around your body with such need and you could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans. You were surprised at first but once the initial shock and surprise had worn off, you kissed him back as well with the same passion and need that he emulated from his kiss, your fingers and hands made a quick undo of his man-bun and top, hastily unbuttoning them, eager to touch the skin underneath it and leave marks on it. Basilio could only groan in response to your touches, his tongue exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, his hands groping your behind with such force that made you moan out his name, a quiet hiss of “Tangina.” Soon followed your surprise.

 In your mayhem of desire and lust, you didn’t notice Basilio play Chase Atlantic’s song Devilish on the radio.

 Clothes were thrown around and about in the space of the car and in that blur of clothing being discarded around, you were honestly surprised when Basilio had lifted up your lower half towards him, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach and thighs before his head disappeared in between your legs, bestowing you the best oral you’ve ever had received from him in your years of dating. You couldn’t thrash around with him holding you so tightly against his face as he went down on you but your hands were free to roam and tug at his long silken locks, his name spoken like a prayer  and just as you were about to reach your peak, he had pulled away from you, a sadistic yet innocent smirk placed upon his now glistening chin and lips coated in your slick as he spoke, “Not yet, babe.”  Winking at you, he gingerly set you down before he leaned over to where his now discarded jeans were as he pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and a small pack of lube for him to use. Once the foil was open and the rubber was on his already hard dick, he then proceeded to open the pack of lube, rubbing it on his length before instructing you to get on your hands and your ass up for him.

 And by Bathala you began to see stars the moment he had entered you. Your nails seemed to dig on the dark leather surface of the car’s upholstery, your back arched to the extreme and you were certain that you could feel Basilio trailing kisses along the expanse of your neck, shoulders, and back, his hands guiding you on his length while yours snaked around to reach for him, tilting your head sidewards to catch his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, his manhood still relentless at fucking you senseless and in between the thrusts and moans, you were thankful that the windows were tinted from the outside or else the two of you would’ve been caught. Throughout the whole night, you two spent it by doing it on every single surface inside the car, doing every single position the two of you could think of, taking each other to new heights with every pose the two of you did, and yes, let’s just say you were sore the morning after that.

 Once the morning came around, the two of you were still naked and you were sure that after your last round with your loving boyfriend, you felt the waves of your hang-over wash over you like a wave, making you groan out in pain. Everything was sore with you and your body was littered with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks while Basilio, who had his healing factor with him thanks to his demi-god status, was relatively unscathed but he did have some hickies of his own to present to the world. Shuffling, you gently nudged Basilio awake as you spoke, “Babe, anong oras na??”

 At your action, your boyfriend, still groggy from sleep, could only groan at this, his hand reaching out to search for his mobile phone to check the time. Squinting, he then saw the time on his phone but the color on his face seemed to drain the moment he saw several missed calls and messages from his twin brother and the Babaylan-Mandirigma herself. “SHIT!” Basilio managed to cry out of sheer panic, his head accidentally hitting against the roof of the car, making him hiss even more, hands holding the spot where he had hit his head. “Lagot tayo kay Bossing, (Y/N), kagabi pa niya tayo tinatwagan kasama ni Kuya Crispin.” At the mere mention of Alex and Crispin’s name, you seemed to understand the sense of urgency before the two of you began to clean up the car, dressing up as you did so, attempting to make yourselves look more presentable and cover the tracks from yesterday’s events. Once done, Basilio was driving like a speeding madman in a rush to head back where his brother and Alex were at.

 It took him at least an hour to arrive at their destination with Alex taking the role as today’s designated driver while Basilio sat in the back with his brother. “San ba kayo galing? Kagabi pa namin kayo tinatawagan ni Crispin, (Y/N), Basilio. Ano ba nangyare, ha?” Alex spoke, her eyes flickering over to where Basilio was, sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he spoke, “Sensya na ho, Bossing. Nag-sight seeing kasi kami ni (Y/N) kagabi tas nag-bar hoping kami tas pagkatapos nakatulog kami dito sa kotse.” A little doubtful of this, Alex could only glance at you from the corner of her eye, expecting for you to react but you held your emotions close to your heart as you spoke, “Totoo po yung sinasabi ni Basilio, bossing. Di po naming sadya na di kayo replyan ni Crispin. Di na po mauulit.” Nodding, Alex then excused the both of you and the car ride was silent, save for the fact that the radio was playing Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. You did feel a little bit cold however and you couldn’t help the fact that something was missing until Crispin screamed out in surprise, horror, and disgust, finally noticing the thing you were missing. Ah shit. “TANGINA BASILIO, ANO TO!?!?!” Crispin managed to yell out, holding up your lace underwear for everyone in the car to see with Basilio quickly snatching the piece of clothing away from his brother, tucking it in his pocket before he responded, “ANONG-ANO KA DIYAN KUYA!?! WALA KANG NAKITA!!”

You silently prayed to Bathala for him to forgive you but you were sure as hell Alex won’t. You made a mental note to not ever do it in the car you guys use for missions ever again.

[leilaz]

Thank you so much ^^ ! I'm glad you think it's great :D btw, speaking of color imagery, while I was drawing this I listened nearly exclusively to one song for it's ~vibe~ and it's "Red Hot Winter" by Xylo and I highly recommend it !!

Wooooow !!! After MONTHS I've finally finished this piece ! So it's a fanart for the first chapter of the fanfic "Dripping like a saturated sunrise" by @seitosokusha ! Drawing and finishing that drawing took time because I had a lot of exams and personal problems I had to deal with first but now it's finally the holydays so I finally have time :D !!

So the drawing is made with alcohol markers and watercolour paints . So the first image is the unedited one, and the second is the image I edited on Ibis Paint X with a quote from the fanfic !! ( Also I'm SOOO mad that the colours don't look like what they really are in reality on the photo !!! ) There are no pokemon because I can't draw any btw .

Here's the link to the fanfic btw, it's basically an AU where during the finale of the XYZ season of the anime Ash dies . But Arceus rewinds time and Alain go back in time to prevent Ash's death .

[xylocope]

PFP I made for Halloween! It’ll be used on my Discord, and my new Art Account!

Speaking of my new art blog, @xylo-art​ is where the majority of my art is going to be going from now on! It’ll feature my art, along with occasional reblogs of art I like from things I like. 

[thrill-seeker-vn]

Can you tell us about you author?

Umm.... I'm not exactly sure what you want to know, but I guess I can try!

I don't want to say too much personal information about myself, but I can use some fun facts about myself!

And this is another fun thing to do since this will be my 100th post!

My name is Aalaa, I go by she/her! 

FUN FACTS:

My MBTI personality type is ENTJ-A, and my enneagram is 1 and 3.

My favorite colours are daisy yellow and indigo. I think they express me pretty well. 

I am a Taurus!

My personal style is academia.

My favorite animals (well, technically, reptile) are snakes! I think they represent me as a person, as a thing that can adapt easily, are pretty flexible, are cunning, and are a pretty beautiful and diverse species!

I sing a lot, and have won many first place awards for singing! I also play three instruments: guitar, drums, and a bit of piano. Music means a lot to me!

Some of my favorite solo singers include Kali Uchis, Cai Xukun, DPR LIVE, DEAN, Doja Cat, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, Rina Sawayama, Sasha Sloan, Nico and Chelsea Collins, XYLO, Lolo Zouai, Fletcher, and Magdalena Bay.

I’ve been coding since I was six! I haven’t really delved into IF games a lot, and I’ve recently been focusing on 3d games! I’ve always focused more on making 2d games, hehe

I got into art two years ago! I just started digital art a year back!

I do four martial arts! Muay Thai, MMA, Jiu Jitsu, and Kali! I can do sword fighting, knives, daggers, and staffs, although I prefer staffs.

I love museums, art galleries, and science centres! I would like to say that it would be my ideal first date, but I don’t think I would pay attention to whoever was with me

I can cook some really awesome indian style quinoa. My mom helped me when I was going on a carbless diet, so now it’s a staple of my regular diet and I honestly love it <3

I’ve gotten prett much straight A’s my whole life. Sometimes, to motivate myself, I tell myself I’m All A’s Aalaa, Just Like the Name. It’s my little mantra.

I had a radio show for a little while when I was twelve, I think! I was fully licensed, and I raised my own allowance money to pay for my radio show. I talked about the importance of youth and minority votes.

I can’t do backflips. One day I WILL, though, and then I will be completely unstoppable.

Edit: I can speak 5 languages. I forgot to say that the other day IUHFDIUHFDUISFD 

[moonwonuu]

hi <3<3 OKAY LANG PO SILA 😭😭 muntik ko na masipa ang aking gagong (affectionate) boyfriend PERO OK PA NAMAN SYA 😌😌 and syempre ako okay na okay po ako 😌😌 SOBRANG light ng feeling ko today JRJKKFKRRK and parang like (parang like 😭) i feel saur relaxed NDKCCKKF

it's good to hear na okay ka !! (that sounded so creepy what 😭) BUUUT yung pag move in ko was a bit like nakaka takot at first esp since yk new space tapos big building HAHAHA BUUUT since the boyfriend agreed to move in w me meron na po akong pwedeng idamay sa mga 2am adventures ko po yes po opo 😌😌

since my bf na ako (🤭🤭) mag lalagay ako ng mga daily bf updates kapag mag ssend ako ng ask HAHAHAHA (forda selos ba yan /j)

daily boyfie update 1: he's slowly slipping into the diamond life 😌😌

extra remarks: pinakitaan ko po sya ng hot mv and watched the gose magazine ep and since then puro svt nalang pinapanood nya <3 (current bias daw nya si jeonghan [JWJFKVOROOR GRABE ME TOO WHAT GREAT TASTE {hindi po tayo sponsored} BUT NEJKKVKFKR imagine ginawa mong carat s/o mo tapos pareho kayong hannie stan 😌😌]) speaking of hannie, happy advanced bday po i have yet to complete your pc collection but i assure you ma ccomplete ko sya by the end of the year yes po opo JAHAHAHA BUUUT YEAA sorry im like rambling too much JEKDKCK

random tmi but i think he's currently trying (keyword: trying) to make a tumblr acc that matches mine 😭😭 WHAT EAF DELULU ERA NA NAMIN ITO

TAPOS JWGJEGOEHKEGK YUNG LIMBO 😭😭😭😭😭 may scene dun na hindi ako naka get over like hanggang ngayon iniisip ko pa (hint: bedsheets 😭😭) AND DHWDHWFHEFOHEOEFHA bye nalang po world 💔💔)

andd finally i had my very first xylo moment yes po opo 😭😭 HINDI NA PO STRICT YUNG NANAY KO 😌😌 as long as nandun daw si xion papabayaan na raw nya ako 💔💔

moments after ko pinanood yung limbo

BUUUT ANYWAYS ANDAMI KO NANG NA KWENTO 😭😭 kayo po ba may kwento po ba kayo HEEHEHEHE only if comfy lang kayo w sharing !!

ikaw alam mo mayasdo ka nang masaya, gagawin ko nang angst to para malungkot ka naman beh AHAHAHAH CHAROOOOOOT! i’m happy for u, ur new condo and ur jowa na parang aagawan ka pa nang bias beh! AHAHAHAHA happy happy lang kayo ha 🫶🏼 @ jowa ni vebs, alagan mo vebs namin naku ka!! 🤺

AHAHAH HAPPY XYLO NAMAN SAINYO AT BUTI PUMAYAG MAMA MO!!!! 🫶🏼🤪 forda bgc gurl na talaga siya oh, JOSHUA HONG TABE!!! 😂😂😂

hehehe sige share ka lang ng mga kwento mo! nag eenjoy naman ako mainggit AHAHAHHAHA CHAR! 😂 #sanaall na lang talaga.

MA YUNG LIMBO HINDI KO NA KERRI!!!!! 🫠🫠🫠 *gumulong gawa ni junhui* AHAHHA e dito sa fallin’ for u and home, chismoso lang yan bakit GANYAN YAN AHAHAHAHAHA

ang kwento koooo ano, nag food trip kami nang bestfriend ko kahapon 😭 ang dami naman na kain duck tapos pag uwi ko chinese food ulit pala kakainin ng fam ko AHAHHAHA o edi may duck ulit 😭😭😭 tapos nakita ko na ulit yung fave kong boy (aso po ito hindi lalaki) YOWN LANG NAMAN GANAP SA BUHAY KO LATELY 🤪

[franstastic-ideas]

Speaking of the trum-bone gag, what instrument does US Papyrus use to annoy his brother?

The xylo-BONE!

[insolitus-academy]

♚ // Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Kim Hyunah Group/Band/Occupation: Soloist Nationality: Korean Faceclaim age: 28

♚ // Character ; Basic information

Quote: “If you want to continue to play, never become a pawn!“ - On Survival”

Full name character: Jihye "Jynx” Yeo Nickname: - Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Dark Realms (Earth) Age: 343 Date of Birth: November 11th, 1678 Gender: Female presenting Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Race: Nagini Sexual Orientation: Pansexual/Greyromantic What languages does your character speak?: Korean, English, Thai, and Japanese What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Her Korean level is C2, which gives her a native mastery over the language.

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: Slight tan, odd iridescent reflection in the sun. Eye color: Complete heterochromia: left eye is golden ; right eye is amethyst Scars: - Piercings: Eyebrow, left nostril, collarbone, tongue, ears Tattoos: Several small tattoos of varying color and placement. Hair color: Jet black. Abnormalities: Slit pupils, an iridescent sheen to her skin in the direct sunlight that is mirrored on her snake form, split tongue. Horns/ wings/ etc.: -

Transformed form: She has two transformed forms, both of which are various forms of the “rainbow snake” which is a obsidian colored snake with reflective scales in a prism of color.

The first is of her half-snake / half-human form. In this form she retains the qualities of a human woman from the waist up - the only difference is the appearance of the iridescent scales instead of skin which gives her a greater sense of protection. From the waist down she resembled a snake, her tail measuring up to 8 feet.

The second form is that of a full snake. In this form she loses all resemblance of a human and instead she becomes small and somewhat non-threatening (save for the poison she can secrete from her fangs) and measures only at 5 feet long.

Visual Representation: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cf/82/fc/cf82fc15245fd1bf9bd2b44cf0719cf4.jpg

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: Unforgiving, confident, kind-hearted, stubborn, charismatic

Likes: [ List 5 likes; no explanation needed ] sunny days, places with extreme heat, taking long and sporadic naps, the night sky, physicality Dislikes: [ List 5 dislikes; no explanation needed ] thunderstorms, winter, humans, her performative nature, prudes Manias: [ does your character have any obsessions? ] - Phobias: [ What is your character afraid of? ] Small, dark places (Claustrophobia) Animal: [ What character best fits your character’s personality? ] Snake Religion: [ Is your character religious? ] - Favorite song: Yes & No - XYLO Vice: Pride Virtue: Kindness

Personality description: Pure Confidence. That is the sense of being is imbued in her every word and motion and it’s almost an extension of her being. She has come to the terms that one has to accept their flaws and love themselves to every truly be happy and she’s done just that -you’ll never be able to find another girl with as much self love as she does for sure. Some say it borders on narcissism and being cocky but really she just thinks that anyone who views her in that light must have their own problems with themselves that she’s learned to work past. It doesn’t bother her, she just feels bad for the lesser, meeker population of the world.

Aside from her little bit of ego you’ll find she’s actually feisty and very impulsive. She is known for doing things on a whim or changing her original ideas or plans at the last minute because something feels right. She’s never been one to fall into ideal expectations of others and would much rather be who she is. Jynx isn’t afraid to put herself out there, for better or for worse. She is also a very strong willed person, having long since found out whom she was and she doesn’t plan to change anything about herself ever. She quite likes how she is and is very big on being true to who you really are. Fake smiles and batting eyelashes only gets you so far in life.

♚ // Character ; Powers

Magical Powers: Shapeshifting -She has the ability to shift between three complete forms: that of a fully “human” woman, that of a woman and snake hybrid, and that of a normal “serpent” to the human eye.

Skin Shed -She has the ability to shed her skin in order to heal from some physical damage to her person or when she is physically sick from some kind of virus or sickness that is brought on by living in a big community.

Poison Immunity -Because she natually carries poison in her veins due to her nature as a Nagini, she has an immunity to poisons as her body was built to survive with poison in her system.

Poison Blood -Following with poison immunity, her blood is considered poisonous because of the contents of poison in her body in general. Contact with her blood can cause varying effects from nausea to violent sickness depending on the quantity.

Non-magical Powers: Stealth, flexibility, intelligence, ability to escape a variety of traps

Weaknesses: The Cold She considers this her biggest obstacle in life. Because she is naturally cold-blooded she is in need of a warm enviornment at all times or else her body will react accordingly and everything looks as if it is moving in slow motion. She tries to make sure she has plenty of layers if going into cooler territories.

The Arachna She considers them her most bitter enemies and because of their natural inclination of avoiding one another and learning how to fight, she feels as though her weaknesses are seen through by the other species and thus she considers them dangerous.

Exposure to long periods of darkness Because of her life prior to coming to the school, Jynx prefers to have as much light as allowed with her at any given time. Long exposure causes her to hyperventilate and revisit the nightmares of her life and it leaves her vulnerable.

♚ // Character ; The Student

Study Style: A decent student, she doesn’t work particularly hard. Favorite class: Manipulation Least favorite class: Astrology

classes (5-8) : Fortune Telling, sword fighting, japanese, manipulation, astrology, circus training

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: November 11th, 1678 Date of Death: - Crime Record: -

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? -

Background: Blood blossoms under hesitant fingertips and that is the first memory she can truly recall.

The sound of screams are only underscored by the begging that pierces through fabric of the beds you have yet to lay out for sleep. Jihye had been shoved with a mothers hope that she would be spared the invasion but the heart that drummed no more had been just as futile as hiding her had been and when she heard the rifling and smelled the scent of blood washing over she knew that it was over.

Her family had been spotted by the traders when the sun beamed a little too hotly on a summers day with the children, including Jihye, frolicking in the stream. The sheen to their skin could only be one thing and so they lay in wait for the perfect opportunity to capture them. She never knew what became of her siblings but she had seen the bodies of her parents as she’d been jerked out by her upper arm and forced from the only place she had ever known as home. These strange men frightened her and so she withdrew and locked herself deep down inside of her body, letting herself go through the motions without ever grasping what was going on.

The first couple of years were a blur to her but soon years blended together and, while slow to mature, she could serve the purposes on which they had murdered her entire family. At first it had been as an errand girl to the entertainment house that was rumored to be filled with the most beautiful women and the most interesting of species. They were a collection of oddities for the nobles to coo over and to gawk in wonder, in awe. When she was old enough she was taught the basic skills of a courtesan and she took to entertainment better than she had ever taken to chores.

She became her own commodity within the entertainment house and she had a slew of fans who would come night after night to speak with the beautiful Nagini. She was a prize jewels for the traders and though the humans would grow old and die, Jihye was constantly traded from hand to hand as the centuries passed out. Soon entertainment houses had left and traveling performers had become all the rage. The traders changed their aim and soon she began to learn newer skills to fit herself within this human society.

She spent much of the last couple decades as a silk dancer, entertaining humans who no longer remembered that they existed. She was simply a commodity and while she could have left long before she did with her strength, she knew nothing else but this.

So what triggered the change?

A particularly handsy man refused to take no for an answer and so the Nagini ripped his throat out with her teeth and ran away, using the money she had been saving without the traders knowledge to establish her life. Though she had seen the centuries come and go, she had little in the way of formal education and if she was going to make a living for herself she figured she might want to start there….and so Insolitus became her home.

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