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the-raging-tempest · 7 months

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Lariel Aldonlel

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Cis Woman

Species: Half-Elf; Duel Heritage

Age: 35 (Human equivalent 23) turns 36 during wotr

Birthday: 3rd of Lamashan

Star Sign: The Mother

Sexuality: Bisexual

Deity/Religion: Atheist

Class: Sorcerer: Crossblood; Air and Fey. Bard; Thundercaller

Background: Noble; Emissary

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Path: Azata to Legend

Appearance: (5’0” feet, 152 cm) Lariel is a young half-elf woman. Her frame is small given her poor health as a child. Pale skinned. She has long wavy voluminous dark auburn brown hair, parted in the center, decorated with a few small white flowers. Her eyes are green and slightly downturned with long eyelashes. She wears a long lavender caster robe, though she styles it to look more fashionable. She holds herself with a quiet charisma and gentle grace.

Personality: Much like the tempestuous winds, Lariel herself is full of conflicting directions. She starts out attempting to protect others from herself. While also desperately looking for anyone she can call a friend. Starting out as a shy and quiet young woman. Lariel will attempt to encourage and befriend most people around her. She can be very naïve about the ways of the world. Often comparing events to things she’s read in stories. Lariel will try to lighten someone's mood or see the best in a situation. Lariel responds well to lightheartedness, sincerity, and vulnerability. She prefers caution to action, and mercy to retribution. Lariel will have her exceptions, and she will greet those with an uncharacteristic mighty fury and despair.

Traits: Compassionate, curious, resourceful, naive, and creative.

History/Hooks: Lariel and her twin brother, Zrise, were born to an elven noblewoman out of an affair with a human man. Born bastards they were taken into their maternal grandfather's family tree. Thus they both sport their mother's maiden name.

- Lariel grew up isolated from the world. Her family using her sorcerous powers as their reasoning for her confinement. Often forcing her to wear an anti-magic collar. Only worsening her ability to control her magic.

- Lariel's poor health is in part because his blood was tainted, she gave him hers to keep her brother alive.

- In puberty she lost control of the storm within her, which resulted in the death of her teacher. Leaving her with lingering guilt and fear over her sorcerous power.

- Lariel befriended and grew infatuated with a criminal who scaled the walls of her family's estate to escape arrest. He did not return her feelings and he used her affection for him to get money from her. Telling her they'd run away together only for him to never return.

- Her family engaged her to a nobleman against her wishes and with her dreams of romance shattered Lariel plans her escape. As she wants nothing more than to be free from her family’s neglectful yet judgmental eyes. To live her life authentically and happily.

Zrisel Aldonlel

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Cis Man

Species: It's complicated. Born a half-elf. (Dhampir; Ancient born)

Age: 35 (Human equivalent 23) turns 36 during wotr

Birthday: 3rd of Lamashan

Star Sign: The Mother

Sexuality: Bisexual

Deity/Religion: Calistria

Class: Inquisitor; Sanctified Slayer. Rogue; Rowdy

Background: Noble; Courtier

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Path: Trickster

Appearance: (5 '7'' feet, 170 cm) Zrise is undead so his skin is sickly pale with unnaturally cool tones. Long untamed black hair, that he at times pulls back and away from his face. Piercing blue eyes that he uses to watch intently. He wears the colors of his Goddess. He has gold piercings decorating his ears and face and a tattoo of a black swan on his left forearm. Also a tattoo on his back of wasp wings and a dagger, in honor of his Goddess. He also has a deep X-shaped scar above his heart, the rough skin there almost black. Depending on his mood he either holds himself with arrogance, barely concealed displeasure, or detached mischievousness.

Personality: Zrise gives a first impression of being callous and mysterious, though there is a bit of mischievousness. He doesn’t want to give up much information about himself. As an inquisitor he has to remain closed off to guard himself. He believes he must be strong so that he does not live under anyone’s thumb. He is often looking for something to do to entertain himself. He enjoys provoking others into reactions. He'd like you to think he is cold and aloof, only to be anything but. Zrise has volatile and emotional reactions. Despite his learned charisma, he finds himself rejected and feared due to being obviously undead. He tries to find enjoyment in people's terror as much as admiration. With no real moral code, he is often contradicting himself and twisting his beliefs to suit his whims and feelings.

Traits: Ambitious, callous, conniving, insincere, and vengeful.

History: Zrise and his twin sister, Lariel, were born to an elven noblewoman out of an affair with a human man. Born bastards they were taken into their maternal grandfather's family tree. Thus they both sport their mother's maiden name.

- Zrise was drowned by his mother as a child in a fit of despair and rage. Though the immediate regret she felt at the act was not out of compassion but consequence. Fearing her husband would take her "real" (elven) child from her for this act. Zrise's mother and grandfather called in some favors and through powerful necromantic magic they resurrected the boy. Though he was not the same. His ginger hair turned black. His skin grayed like a corpse. He grew fangs.

- His body, soul, and most pressingly, his blood are corrupted by the necromancy performed on him as a child. He needs blood to replace his own or he will deteriorate leading to his death.

- As a teenager he was sent to start his work as Calistria’s faithful. His rebellious actions, growing aggressive attitude towards his stepfather and half-brother, and pranks against the staff made his family send him to the capital of Galt. Isarn.

- Once he arrived a Calistrian priest took him under their wing. Soon he started training for work at the Golden Palace.

- As a young adult he had fallen for his mentor and friend. The relationship soured due to his feelings being in conflict with Calistrian teachings.

- Things escalated and resulted in the death of his mentor and their partner.

- Zrise then returned to Mendev to start his work as an inquisitor.

- Born without his sister’s gift of sorcerer's magic and cursed to fight for his life, Zrise turned to the divine. Raised to be a merciless weapon of his faith. He wishes to prove his worth to his family so that they might finally tell him the means to cure himself.

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#Lariel lore #Zrise lore #about Lariel #about Zrise #oc: lariel #oc: zrise #my art #my writing #pwotr pals #keepsake

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daniellecroy · 4 months

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Honestly felt the need to write some of my own Tav headcanons and throw it into this void XD.

The Baldur's Gate 3 brainrot is rooted deep you guys (Honestly partly it's to cope that my DnD group, including me, are quite busy and I miss playing the game).

Next post would be about Gale x Tav/Maeve so this post doesn't get too long 😅

(Also I have never had tumblr so idk the etiquette here or really how this works so I'm going to be playing around and see what sticks)

Quick question- Do I have to label posts as Mature if it has swearing?

Ok now onto some self indulgent hc.

• Maeve Derevar. A wood half-elf abjuration wizard who dabbles in faith (She would be an artificer, but I settled with the guild artisan background...begrudgingly).

• Dipped one level in tempest cleric to not only get that heavy armor prof, but also to fuck with Mystra because this wizard trusts in one god and that's not her.

• With the cleric dip out of the way, her motivation to learn abjuration is mostly because of her family, especially little sister.

• I imagine there was an accident that her sister never really recovered from when they were young teens. Maeve had a troublemaker streak until that point (naturally she's a brunette, but dyed her hair red which didn’t help her appear less mischievous).

• Mom is human ranger, dad is an wood elf druid. They were quite surprised to learn that their daughter wanted to pursue arcane magic.

• They still supported her because with this character I wanted a healthy family dynamic.

• To channel Maeves boundless energy as a kid her dad introduced her to the great world of arts and crafts, then taught her wood carving and later potion making.

• Because nothing can go wrong when you give a hyperactive kid a knife and unintentionally the desire to experiment with possibly poisonous plants (no worries, she got all the safety lectures).

• These activities were done outside Baldurs Gate to not only connect with nature, but also just bond as a family first and foremost (anything dangerous was excluded).

• They have a small shrine dedicated to Corellon Larethian so she had always assumed that he's the real god of magic until she learned who actually created it.

• Doesn't really have a hubris, but a major savior complex. The tadpole situation didn't make it better with her taking leadership responsibility and keeping everyone in check so a murder doesn't happen (among other things like two companions having two different ticking time bombs in their chest).

• The half-elf already had anxiety, but this really tested her ability to keep calm under the pressure of the world ending if they fail (had a couple of of mental breakdowns behind the scenes).

• Safe to say she can be a bit of a perfectionist and that also came into her studies.

• Finished college with the desire to explore more ancient protective magic and possibly improve already existing spells.

• Maybe not improve, but ✨evolve✨ (🎶here comes the hubris doo-doo-doo-doo🎶).

• I think the tadpole incident happened when she's in her late twenties or early thirties.

#bg3 tav #bg3 #A wizard without a hubris isn’t a true wizard #I think surrounded by people with their own dreams and ambitions would even influence the most humble person #now how well intentioned they are is another question #also if they are truly these visioneries or actually just want to explot the system #baldur's gate 3 #named tav

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sinfulwrites · 2 years

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Chromeskull Has Entered the Chat

Embrace different ways of working across your organization to best utilize your resources.

Mature content, gore, murder, torture

Chapter Three: "Interesting Discoveries"

Written by my beloved: @general-nerdy

Jesse soon found his thoughts and plans rotating around Miss Morbid’s stream schedule, not that he was complaining; it was the most fun he could have without hitting the streets himself. He did return to her Monday and Wednesday streams, but her main events on Saturday were when Jesse felt the most compelled to interact.

When Miss Morbid was so bubbly and cheerful, waving to the camera as unfathomable suffering happened in the background, Jesse couldn’t stop his fingers before they entered his username.

|Chromeskull has entered the chat

|Chromeskull has donated $150.00

The harsh whine of a heart monitor flat-lining would ring through the air, and Miss Morbid would cease whatever she was doing to check her computer. Hands soaked in blood, her LED eyes turned to hearts as she bounced on her heels.

“Chromeskull! Welcome back! I was hoping you would come!”

Her crimson drenched fingers formed a heart shape over her breast as she bent towards the camera.

“Thank you so much for supporting my practice!”

Jesse smirked. She wasn’t as nervous as the last time, but he still noticed her fingertips twitch as she spoke slightly breathlessly. Miss Morbid was trying to hide her nerves; he could tell.

|<Chromeskull> You’re doing well.

She momentarily froze on camera, her breath hitching. That he had such an effect only with words made Jesse’s ego soar higher than it already was, and he was eager to keep that ball rolling.

Most streams he wouldn’t say anything at all, merely dropping increasing donations as time went on. Miss Morbid would stop everything when she heard that loud, droning tone, checking any device she could get her hands on to greet him.

|Chromeskull has donated $250.00

Miss Morbid immediately left the sap she’d been dancing with to retreat to a quieter corner of the club, murmuring just loud enough for the stream to hear as she checked her phone.

“...Chromeskull, you shouldn’t have. If you were here, I wouldn’t mind a dance or two. I promise I’d only poke and prod you a little.”

|<Chromeskull> Too busy there.

She chuckled lowly. “Want me all to yourself? I could be your on-call physician.”

In his line of work Jesse was used to hearing women sing his praises, when he entered a room with them consensually, before he knocked them unconscious nonconsensually. But it didn’t mean anything to him then. They did it in the hopes he’d be flattered enough to pay for something extra, so they could use the cash to buy whatever fix they needed afterward.

This woman though, Miss Morbid, was providing a service so much more magical than just getting his dick sucked. She was providing art in its most raw form, live for everyone to see. It was a demanding job, and she did it with a smile. Her thanks were genuine. And her flirtatious words scratched an itch with an energy that his wife just couldn’t match.

It came to be a back and forth that Jesse looked forward to. With each appearance of his in the chat, Miss Morbid got more and more forward.

|Chromeskull has donated $500.00

The chat went wild whenever he donated, eager to see and hear her reaction.

She stopped mid-vasectomy on a man who’d tried to spike her drink the previous consultation day and skipped over to her computer monitor when she heard the familiar droning tone.

“Ooh, now who could that be...”

She gasped, placing a hand over her collarbone as she read the chat.

“Chromeskull!”

Her LED eyes turned half-lidded as she pressed her arms to her sides in such a way to push her chest front and center to the camera.

“I’m feeling very… appreciated… as a surgeon, thanks to you. If there’s anything you’d like to see, just let me know…”

Though it would have been incredibly easy to get what he wanted, Jesse ignored the suggestions the chat bombarded him with.

|<Chromeskull> I’ll think about it.

Miss Morbid clapped her hands.

“Of course, think real good and hard about it… but don’t tease me and make me wait too long. In the meantime, since you’ve been such an avid supporter of mine, I’ve given you a special tag on your name in the chat. Give it a try.”

When he entered text into the bar again, a small icon showed next to his username.

|💀<Chromeskull> Not bad.

He could hear the smile behind her mask.

“I’m glad you like it, I thought it suited you. Now! Back to the task at hand.”

The extra attention made Jesse puff out his chest. He was the only one she addressed by name, and now he had a special identifier. She was actively looking out for him every time, and it was beginning to feel like his own personal show rather than a live stream.

However, Spann was becoming more insistent in tracking the company funds he was spending.

[RE: Unusual Purchases]

“Sir,

I’ve tracked increasing amounts leaving the company account. Could you confirm these as your own purchases?

Thank you. -S”

It was his company and his money; Jesse had plenty of it so he wasn’t concerned. But to cease her nagging, he would oblige Spann’s curiosity. She was just doing what he paid her for, after all. He sighed with a huff as his deft fingers traveled across his keyboard.

[RE: RE: Unusual Purchases]

“They’re approved. -CS”

[RE: RE: RE: Unusual Purchases]

“Very good, Sir. They’re off the radar. I hope you’re enjoying your vacation. -S”

He certainly was doing something like that.

Upping the ante each time was giving Jesse a rush; lavishing gifts was as good for him as it was for the recipient. They got something nice, and he got the satisfaction of knowing only he could provide such a gift. Being able to drop cash gifts at the drop of a hat reinforced his place at the top of the food chain; trickle-down economics and all that.

Another Saturday meant another kill stream, and Miss Morbid was particularly excited. She doted on a man strapped upright in a metal chair, the top of his skull gone as she prodded at his brain. Her good cheer was infectious; even the chat was more enthused than usual. That she could be so skilled yet so bubbly made Jesse grin, and he pulled his laptop into his lap.

|Chromeskull has entered the chat

Miss Morbid already had her eyes on her screen, so when his name appeared she was ready to greet him.

“Chromeskull! Good morning!”

She leaned forward, the mob of red curly hair piled atop her head bouncing as she rocked back and forth on her heels excitedly. Her LED eyes turned to two pixelated skulls that quickly transformed into hearts.

“I’m really happy to see you… Enjoying everything so far? I think I missed my calling as a brain surgeon.”

|💀 Chromeskull has donated $100.00

|💀<Chromeskull> Looks like you’re having fun.

Miss Morbid laughed and nodded.

“I am. I just have such a passion for helping people-”

|💀 Chromeskull has donated $1000.00

|💀<Chromeskull> Oops, finger slipped. Missed a zero.

The chat exploded, with Miss Morbid frozen like a deer in the headlights. She had to steady herself with a hand braced on the table holding her tools. The other hovered over her masked mouth, which must have been hanging open based on the slackness of her jaw.

|💀<Chromeskull> Get some new tools.

While she took meticulous care of her assortment of surgical utensils, Jesse could see their age. The metal had lost its luster, dulled with grooves worn in where she had held them when in use. A new set could invigorate her, or she could buy something she didn’t already have for her operations.

Her voice came out in a whisper.

“T-That’s… are you sure…?”

From confident to demure, Jesse was eating it up. He was grinning more than he had in ages. What was it called when you found something so cute, so endearing that you wanted to tear it to pieces? Cute aggression. Jesse wondered what it would be like to see her unmasked face, brought to the point of tears.

He wanted to find out. He needed to find out.

|💀<Chromeskull> Yes. It’s a drop in the bucket.

Her free hand ran up through her hair, ignoring the gore on her glove.

“I… t-thank you,” Miss Morbid croaked. “I… the practice will make good use of it… don’t you worry…”

Her chest rose and fell quickly, with shallower breaths; if only he could see her expression. She gazed at her handiwork for a long moment before her head snapped upward with a renewed energy. Bringing a scalpel with a longer edge to her victim's jaw, Miss Morbid’s tone was bright.

“In honor of your generous donation, we’ll carve this one for your namesake!”

Tilting her blade at an angle, she traced a shallow cut around the entirety of her patient's face. Either he was too dazed from the effects of his brain surgery or he’d completely given up, because the man only offered a low whine as Miss Morbid began to cut away his skin. Using her free hand to guide the solid mask of flesh away, she hooted when the last of it was released and she tossed it to the side. His facial muscles and bone were exposed, the haunting visage of a bleeding skull.

“A skull for my Chromeskull.”

That afternoon, Jesse resolved to find Miss Morbid. Spann’s business sense served her well; this mystery woman’s talents could be used in the organization in any number of ways… including in his pants.

But in order to make her an offer Jesse needed to find her, and he had no place to start. Searching the name “Miss Morbid” brought up nothing but trash results, so he’d need another way to track her down. Narrowing down an area with concentrations of missing men could have been a viable option. Or maybe there was something he overlooked in her streams?

Luckily for him, Jesse had started to record her sessions in his obsession. He’d kept the footage and audio from the past few weeks. After getting properly washed and dressed Jesse planted himself in his home office, ready to work at analyzing every second of her footage for anything he could use.

Just as his fingers hovered over the touchpad of his laptop, a pop-up for a video call began to ring.

Spann.

Jesse’s shoulders fell with a heavy sigh, and he clicked to answer the call a bit more forcefully than he intended. The video feed shared to the larger screen on the wall opposite him, and his secretary smiled pleasantly from behind her desk, her hands folded in front of her.

“Good morning Sir,” she greeted him. “How has your vacation been treating you?”

Jesse typed deftly at his keyboard. Pleasantries were a waste of his time. His response appeared in the text log next to the video feed.

[What is it?]

Spann shifted slightly in her seat, though her expression remained steady.

“Well… a transaction totalling $1,100.00 was just made from the company account. I wanted to bring it to your attention-”

His keyboard strokes clacked through the call.

[I made the transaction.]

She smiled wider, but the energy didn’t meet her eyes at all. They were dark and shrewd.

“...I see! Well, it would be helpful if, in the future, you could alert us beforehand. Or, I could even help you purchase whatever you needed-”

He cut her off.

[Whose accounts are these?]

Spann’s lips drew into a thin line.

“...Yours, Sir. My apologies.”

Jesse didn’t skip a beat.

[Correct. You have eyes. Use them next time.]

He hung up before Spann could respond.

Jesse was engrossed in his element, examining the footage for any tidbit of information he could leverage. Plus, he enjoyed rewatching Miss Morbid work using all of her abilities to their finest. She was a refined predator, and that made her all the more alluring.

Her surgeries probably wouldn’t provide much, so Jesse decided to focus on her consultation days and burglary streams. Jesse started with the club footage. Seeing her flaunt her outfits in the mirror, her plush lips moving with her words grabbed a different kind of attention from him, but he had to focus. He had a mission to accomplish.

Nothing inside the bar caught his ear or eye; the drinks and music were both common, and no signage gave away the name of the establishment. If Jesse didn’t know better, he would have thought Miss Morbid was purposely not looking in certain directions, or cutting her footage when there was no other option.

What a sly little minx.

As the recorded night dragged on, Jesse sunk lower and lower in his chair at the lack of anything concrete. Watching idiots flirt with her all night wouldn’t get him anywhere, no matter how much the sound of her low and sensual voice distracted him. As the evening came to an end Miss Morbid stared down at the chat on her phone as she strutted out of the club; the only other thing in her periphery was a dirty, cracked sidewalk.

Her end of stream address was as it always was, done in the reflection of a shop window, closed for the evening. Peering inside the store itself Jesse saw what appeared to be a small restaurant, the only thing illuminating the interior the glow from a display case. Cheap chairs were stacked atop tables in the interior, the checkered floor weathered with age. He could spy the simple menu, but couldn’t make out a name, address or phone number, and hundreds of thousands of places in the States served burgers and fries.

“I think we’ve got an amazing candidate for surgery this weekend,” Miss Morbid wound down, running a hand through her hair as her LED goggles turned off. The bright red glare from them ceased, and with that newfound clarity, Jesse noticed something else.

There was still a glare on the window pane, reflections from across the street behind her. Jesse paused the footage, zooming in on the partial image that wasn’t blocked by her body. Being a reflection it was backwards, so he took a screenshot and then opened it in a photo editor to flip the orientation.

Jesse’s eyes scanned the text as he read the neon sign in his mind.

Dry County Liquor.

That wasn’t any store he’d ever heard of. If he was lucky, it wasn’t a chain. A quick Google search let him down only slightly; it was a chain, but it was regional to the Indiana, Michigan, and Ohio tri-state area.

He brought up his video call software again, dialing up his favorite, insecure little minion.

It rang for a few moments before the call connected. Preston scrambled to sit up straight at his desk on the other end, running a hand over his hair and smoothing his shirt as he spoke.

“Hey, boss,” he began. “I, uh, thought you were supposed to be on vacation. Y’know, after that big mess in Birmingham, the one I cleaned up, and that big deal with the cops and everything-”

If he let Preston continue he’d never shut up. Jesse couldn’t type fast enough.

[I need you for something.]

Preston sat taller, drumming his fingers on the glass top of his desk as he nodded. “Uh, sure, sure! Whatever you need. That’s why you pay me, after all-”

[Concentrations of missing men in Indiana, Michigan, and Ohio. Close to hospital thefts and a chain called Dry County Liquor. Find hotspots.]

His employee raised a brow. “...Men, boss? I, uh, didn’t think you were into that kinda thing.”

Jesse’s fist clenched. He typed with his other hand.

[Rave clubs too. Forward your findings. Don’t fail me.]

Preston nodded quickly, beginning to tap away at his own keyboard. “You got it, but, uh, is there somethin’ we should know about or-”

Jesse ended the call and leaned back in his executive chair, folding his hands in his lap. Hopefully that wasn’t too much of a task for Preston; the man had to earn his keep somehow, after all. He also made a mental note to not send all of Preston's emails to the “Bitch Boy” folder, at least until he found what he was looking for. Indiana, Michigan, or Ohio huh…

The Florida man in him shivered at the thought. He wasn’t suited to the cold.

…

A few days passed. Jesse checked his email frequently, and surprisingly keeping Preston busy seemed to be the best way to shut him up; the spam from him had stopped completely. Though the wait made him ansty. Miss Morbid’s streams only made the itch Jesse felt grow. He’d much rather experience her excitement in person rather than through his screen, but donating helped tide him over.

Finally, his inbox showed a new result.

[Interesting Discoveries]

“Hey Boss,

About all that stuff you asked about… Turns out there’s a big hotspot right where the tri-state border is. Bunch of guys have gone missing, and the parts of them they did find were all cut up. That wasn’t you, was it?

That liquor store showed up near a lot of those thefts, and something interesting popped up when I was looking at hospitals.”

A link was included in the body of the email, and in his curiosity Jesse clicked it. It led him to an article in The Detroit News, dated over a year ago.

DETROIT SURGEON: MALPRACTICE OR MURDER?

{Several malpractice suits have been filed against a local surgeon , but the families of the deceased claim they were murders, not mistakes. Under investigation is Maeve Macrae, MD…}

Maeve… Macrae…

Preston’s email continued.

“Was one of the top hits. Never got convicted, but got the boot and moved. Dug around and found she went right between the hotspots; a little shit town called Montpelier in Ohio. Got her address, car make and model, license plate, and more. Sent it all in a nice attachment for you.”

Jesse eagerly opened the .pdf, his eyes scanning it over.

The first image that met him was of an Ohio state drivers license. The woman that stared back at him had pale skin, green eyes, and a mane of wild, red, curly hair.

Maeve Macrae…

Miss Morbid…

Bingo.

“Dunno what you want with her, but if you need me to take her somewhere, just let me know. -P”

Preston would be getting his paycheck in a timely manner that week. Jesse couldn’t have been more pleased with the results of his search. He sent the entirety of the email to his phone, links and attachments included, then shot up from his desk to start getting his things together. His GPS told him that the drive was only ten hours; just a day's worth of travel, made easier with cruise control. Spann and Preston wouldn’t even know he was gone.

Jesse packed his briefcase with care, his medical equipment, thumb drive, laptop, and mask tucked neatly away with his combat knives. He wouldn’t use them… maybe. Well, maybe he would. After all, how could he introduce himself to Miss Morbid as anyone other than Chromeskull? His destination programmed into his cellphone, Jesse locked the house behind him and climbed into his car. His fingers thrummed against the steering wheel as he peeled out of his driveway, headed north. He had someone very special to meet.

…

He made it to the address specified a little after 1 am that Saturday morning after a continuous bout of furious driving. Sure enough it was a run-down looking apartment building on the rougher side of the little hick town towards the edge of the state. The old brick structure had long lost its red luster, now a sickly ashy brown with age. Most of the windows were boarded up, others cracked and filled with junk and cords. One window on the upper floor appeared tidier than the others, however no dim light from the interior bled through.

The streets were as dead as they sounded on her streams, and dirty; broken bottles, plastic bags, and other refuse littered the gutters. Only the very occasional clunker teetered on the poorly lit and maintained roads. Jesse’s shiny Chrysler stood out like a sore thumb, but would anyone really be paying that much attention?

Jesse parked himself around the corner from the entrance to the building, just far enough to be out of immediate eyesight, but close enough he could easily see people stumbling in and out. Out of habit he labeled a fresh tape with a sharpie and loaded it into his video camera with brand new batteries, setting it on top of his dashboard until he was ready to record. Now, it was a waiting game.

Saturdays were her kill streams, and Jesse knew she couldn’t have done such a thing in her own living space just by looking at it. She must have taken her patients somewhere else, but where he didn’t know. So, he’d wait until she appeared, and note her movements until he learned more.

It didn’t take too long. Maybe an hour or so after he arrived, Jesse watched as a slender form dressed in black exited the main entrance, stuffing a stray lock of curly red hair underneath a black wool cap. A long, black gloved finger pressed the record button on his camera and zoomed in. Yes, it was the woman from Preston's email alright, walking briskly to the parking lot behind the building. He saw her piece of shit red Ford Aspire slowly pull out and down the road, its mismatched body panels and cracked windshield easy enough to spot. Its license plate matched the one given to him, and it was indeed registered to the woman driving.

His own vehicle rumbled to life, and he maintained a good distance as he followed the woman with his headlights out. She was certainly acting abnormally, and the information appeared accurate, but Jesse would need solid proof she was indeed Miss Morbid.

Miss Macrae headed far out of the town proper, passing endless fields of corn in pitch darkness only barely fought back by her dim headlights. Jesse didn’t keep track of exactly how long they’d been traveling, but she finally ended up slowing by an overgrown drive almost unseen by the side of the old road. Jesse pulled off to the side and waited, her old car crawling down the way through a small outcropping of trees.

Jesse watched the clock, giving her ten minutes before following after with his lights still extinguished. The path was well worn once he found it, leading to an abandoned looking workshop that must have at one time belonged to one of the local farms. The windows were boarded over, but a sickly yellow light emanated from the cracks between the plywood. He parked well away from the building and the woman’s car, opening his briefcase to press his mask to his face with his trusty medical adhesive. Shutting his door silently with his one hand as he clutched his briefcase with the other, his camera was on and recording on his shoulder. If this turned out not to be Miss Morbid, at least he’d have a new piggy to play with. Jesse made his way to the closest door without a sound, his height easily allowing him to peer into the dirt encrusted window.

Miss Macrae was inside, hauling an unconscious man over her shoulders as she dropped him onto an operation table with a loud thud. She huffed as she positioned him the right way up, pulling a knife from her pocket to begin cutting off his clothes. The man offered no resistance, which made Jesse think that he must’ve been heavily sedated in order for her to manhandle him. Once he was completely nude she began strapping his torso and limbs down, and moved various tables of tools far enough out of his reach that using them to escape wasn’t possible.

Now he was sure that he had the right woman. This had to have been Miss Morbid.

As she worked Jesse observed the rest of the familiar space. The door in and out was behind her; the same way it was oriented in her main camera angle in her streams. Her computer was on a table off to the right, connected to a small satellite dish aimed out of a hole in the wall. Jesse could have laughed; she stole the internet too? There was a large metal basin sink off to the left wall, and several tripods about the operating room at different angles. All in all it was quite the impressive set up, given the circumstances and her obvious lack of a budget.

When she was satisfied with how secure her newest patient was, Miss Macrae stood over the man and gazed down at him. Jesse watched as her hands ran through his hair, her slender fingers scratching over his scalp. Her pretty lashes hung low as her expression seemed far away, lost in her thoughts. It almost reminded Jesse of his love for his coffins.

Her strange desire satisfied, her hands left the man's head and she turned towards the door. Jesse quickly ducked around the opposite corner of the building, and watched as she turned the lights out, stepped outside, placed a heavy padlock on the old door, and walked back to her car. She sat inside her vehicle for a long moment as the car sputtered then finally croaked to life, her shoulders falling with a sigh before Miss Macrae turned around and disappeared back down the old worn path.

When he heard her dying engine no longer, Jesse emerged and turned his camera off. He went to sit in his Chrysler, and programmed the new navigational data into his GPS for future reference. Checking his watch, it would only be a few more hours until her stream started at 9 am. He figured he could catch a quick nap before she returned, then watch her stream live in person. He set an alarm early for himself, then reclined back in his chair to doze. For once his mind was agreeable, easing him into sleep quickly in eagerness to be rested for the day ahead.

…

The shrill beep of his phone woke Jesse just as the sun began to peek over the horizon. Turning it off he sat straight, rolling his neck and shoulders to relieve the stiffness that had set in from sleeping in such a confined space. Usually he’d go for a cold shower and a cup of coffee to energize himself, but the knowledge Miss Morbid would be performing soon made Jesse as alert as ever.

Reapplying a fresh coat of medical adhesive, Jesse made sure his mask was secured before he relaxed again. The padlock on the workshop door was still in place, and he didn’t see any sign of Miss Macrae’s car. His own vehicle was out of line of sight, so all he had to do was be patient.

Sure enough, the now familiar rumble of her Ford came from down the path, pulling up alongside the building. Miss Macrae stepped out in her expected attire; her white shirt, black skirt, and black heels. In her hands she carried her goggles, and the keys she needed to unlock her workspace before slipping inside.

Even for that brief moment, Jesse was enthralled with watching her. She was beautiful, curved in all the right places; his eyes roamed from her gorgeous tits down to her delightfully perky ass. Her movements were graceful, her long, pale legs begging for someone between them. A thrill went up his spine... but he resisted the urge to fuck her in front of her audience.

Jesse exited his car silently, camera on and knives in hand as he hovered outside of the door in the same vantage point as the night before. Miss Morbid flitted back and forth between her equipment as she prepared for the main event. Her mask, goggles, and gloves were now on, and she stepped away from her computer to turn on her cameras one by one. The man on the table wriggled weakly due to his newfound company, but ultimately was unable to do much.

She was such a busy little bee; she had a good work ethic. Hopefully he’d be able to keep his hands to himself long enough to let her work. He watched as she gathered her hair as best she could in a messy pile atop her head, the milky skin of her neck and collarbone exposed. And finally, she undid an extra button on her shirt before tapping at her keyboard. The red record lights on her cameras came flickering on, and the show had begun.

“Good morning everyone!”

Her tone was of the cheerful Miss Morbid, eyeing her display, and more notably the chat.

“How are we all doing today?”

Jesse couldn’t quite make out the text as it sped by on her screen, but he could imagine the average greetings she received.

“I’m happy to hear it! We’ve got a lot in store for our patient today…”

Miss Morbid pranced to the head of the operation table, her back to the door, and Jesse, as her hands roamed over her victim. At that angle, bent forward like that, Jesse could vividly picture her bent over his desk, taking him so well-

“He’s got quite a few digestive issues, so we’ll see what we can do to help this poor thing…”

She moved to the left side of the table, focused on the main camera and the man's lower torso as she pulled a small tray of instruments into her reach. With her not blocking the view of the camera any longer, Jesse felt emboldened. The shine of her camera lens beckoned him, asking for a show. He could certainly give her one she would never forget.

The object of his fascination was completely unaware as he pressed the tip of his knife against the old metal door, the only barrier between them. As Jesse pushed against the rusted hinges, the wretch on the operation table began to cry out as Miss Morbid sliced into his soft belly. Conveniently, his shrieks covered the scratchy squeaks of the door swinging open just enough. Jesse couldn’t suppress the grin behind his mask as he partially slid his frame into view, all while she was completely oblivious. Raising one gloved hand, encased by the knuckles of his knife, Jesse undulated his fingers in a little wave, directly at her camera farther in the room.

This guy really didn’t know how to take care of himself, his wrinkled, distended beer-belly making Maeve grimace behind her mask. Why was it always these ones that tried the hardest at the club? Why couldn’t it be a strapping young man with a hefty bank account? But no one like that lived in fucking Montpelier. She’d be stuck in this shit place in her shit apartment with her shit car until she could save up enough to-

A heart monitor flat-line rang through the air, and her heart leaped into her throat. That sound could only mean one person was in the chat.

Maeve skipped over to her computer, her lips changing to an eager smile of anticipation as she read through the chat log. It was much longer than usual.

|<Mommy_Milkers> NO

|<Mommy_Milkers> NONONONONONONONONONONONONOOONONONONONONONONO

|<XxXDeathNinjaXxX> 💀

|Anal_repentive has donated $100.00

|<Anal_repentive> GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE

|<Big~Wiggly> Who the fuck is that?!

|<A suspicious egg> turn around turn around turn arounf

|<lesbianushunny>💀💀💀

|<NonSexualUrges> Well we had a good run. Shows over 💀

|<VEINSSS> GOD DAMMIT I LIKED THIS SHOW FUCK

She didn’t understand.

“...What the hell are you talking about, chat?”

|<Oddnmsor76> You’re not alone!

|<Uoutio> CHECK THE FOOTAGE AJSDHDJFJF

|<4365733567> 💀 The door!!! 💀

Maeve hesitated, her blood running cold as she glanced briefly at the only entrance and exit to the building. She looked back to her screen, tapping her fingers against her desk in agitation.

“...You’d better not be fucking with me, chat,” her voice fell as she quickly brought up a window to replay her previously captured footage.

She watched herself greet the stream, taunt her victim, ready her tools and begin the operation. Everything was normal.

And then it wasn’t.

Her eyes were fixed on the center of the back of the room, on the door, as it ever so slowly eased its way open. Long slender fingers, smooth and black, curled around the edge of the rusted metal. Inching its way after was a hulking, dark mass, blocking out the morning sunlight as it filled the doorframe. A glimmering visage of death, a chrome skull, stared into her camera, with a serrated knife as large as her forearm in its other hand. The thing observed her for moments that felt like years, then taunted her with a friendly wave, before disappearing from view. The door shut once again, but it was not the same.

Oh no.

Maeve couldn’t breathe. She ripped the cords from the back of her computer, sending her stream to a crashing end. Rushing to the operation table she stabbed her scalpel into the man's jugular, twisting and pulling the blade erratically in her haste. There was no time. Shoving her bloodied equipment into a large black duffel bag, she kicked the door of the workshop open and bolted to her car, tossing it into the backseat. One last item, her computer tower, was thrown into the passenger's seat.

One twist of her keys, then two, then three, and the old piece of shit finally cooperated as Maeve peeled down the old dirt path, leaving nothing but a dust cloud in her wake. She tore off her goggles, searching her surroundings frantically for anyone or anything watching.

There was nothing.

But she wasn’t alone.

Oh FUCK.

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@naughtyslashersshers @nightmareinthelibrary

#slasher x oc #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #CHAPTER THREEE #we laughed our asses off writing this one

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I'm sure you get a lot of these but your art is genuinely mind-boggling to me. Like. I don't even know how to process it as a medium. That piece of Moiraine on the Sun Throne... I keep scrolling by it thinking it's a flat painting with... idk, reflections and glow effects edited in? But no? You just did that? I don't know how colors work so it's borderline magic to me. The fact that usually when I see art that has all those fancy lighting effects it's drawn as near to photorealism as the artist can manage, but yours still has a distinct, if somewhat subtle, stylization to it really just floors me. It looks like it SHOULD be a 3D render with how 3D it looks. Nuts dude! Crazy! Mastery of a concept! I think! I wouldn't know!

I do use some 3D modelling as a reference base, but I try not to be too liberal with it. Too much reliance on 3D models can imo result in an image looking stiff if you don't take other things into account (ie weight and flow etc).

The Sun Throne for instance I based on the below model in CSP which vaguely fit the OG concept art from the books

the basic shape is there and I can manipulate the object into the desired position, but I then heavily modify the end product as needed (I slightly redesigned the throne to better suit the image in my head). The arms of this chair aren't wide enough. The back isn't high enough. The crescent flare isn't dramatic enough. etc etc. But using it allows me a quick perspective check for the composition I want rather than leaving me to do all the legwork myself. (also it's free. yay.)

the glow is just making sure the values are correct and playing with luminosity layers and general lighting until I'm happy with it. Looking at the finished image now, I wish I'd gone with a more polished appearance of the background stone columns/walls rather than the matte effect, but ah well. Next time, perhaps.

glad you enjoy the piece. I try to avoid painterly styles because I tend to fiddle too much with an image, so I shoved this one out the door a little underbaked for my liking. Better than fiddling any more.

#ask #sun queen au #moiraine damodred #not art

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silvanable · 4 years

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OMG I'M SO HAPPY I SEE U AGAIN ON MY FEED AND NOW YOU ALSO TAKE REQUESTS FOR TWST💞💗💕💓❤️❣️🧡💙💚💗💕💕💞💘💝Uhmm... i need to calm down🥺. Can i ask for a hc for Leona, Jamil and Ruggie with a gn s/o who is basically the twst version of mulan? Sorry if i ask for too much🥺 Love you and take care of yourself❤️

bless you, you wonderful doll! please don’t calm down. i found twst right before halloween and by the following morning it had consumed what remained of my soul.

i’m so glad you’re coming with requests and i absolutely adore this idea. mulan was one of my favorite disney ‘princesses’ as a kid because she was absolutely badass.

i’m literally taking this as is, so the boys’ s/o is mulan 2.0 with a twist wink wonk.

and a bonus at the very end for all you lovelies about twst mulan!

↪ GUIDELINES

— JAMIL VIPER

jamil never honestly paid them much mind in the beginning, mostly because he was babysitting watching over kalim.

he probably started to notice them more when they started participating in club sports and the magishift tournaments.

the reason they start interacting because one of their lizards, their asian water monitor to be exact, ended up getting out and saving jamil from a beetle.

queue them running up, heaving a massive lizard in their arms, and apologize for starting jamil mistaking his yell of fear for the beetle for their fear of their scaly baby.

the two strike up a conversation and sort of hit it off after that point, more or less because they constantly come up to him when they see him and start talking afterwards.

jamil has the underlying inferiority after constantly having to put himself below kalim, therefore doesn’t do well with those who look down on him or challenge his worth.

with his s/o, they understand that feeling because everything they have done in life was to fight and prove themselves of being someone worthy.

knowing about each other’s pasts and how each of them has to fight to be even glanced at as someone worrying is part of what brings them together.

the both of them have a lot of untapped or unrecognized potential but it would get better.

the two of them compliment each other in many ways and tend to be the leverage the other can use to bring out the best of themselves.

jamil is the type to actually train with his s/o, while he might not be trained in the same swordsmanship art as them, it’s an enjoyable moment for him because it’s just him and his s/o.

most time it happens he just stumbles upon his s/o practicing and joins in, as much as he loves watching it feels far more intimate to participate in their training because it’s almost like a dance between opponents.

jamil braids his own hair with magic and having a s/o who also has long hair, he would offer to do their hair for them rather happily, be it with or without magic, but he does enjoy running his fingers through their dark hair.

if his s/o asks him if they can braid his hair, he might just pass on to the next life right then and there. catch his s/o decorating his hair with unique trinkets from their home too.

jamil has grown up at the constant service of other people, so his s/o offering to do something for him is not only surprising but extremely heartwarming.

and sharing similar backgrounds he and his s/o would do small services for each other as a sort of show of their affection for one another.

as a person who keeps lots of reptiles, they introduce all of their scaly babies to jamil rather early on, if only to say they have a special fondness for even their beloved viper.

— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

of course he found them annoying at first but it’s also not every day someone dares to square up with him. he’s used to submission and compliance from others out of fear.

he finds them overly annoying but they always seemed to run into each other until one day they actually got to talking.

turns out they were quite dedicated to their family.

leona has never had a great relationship with his family, so he doesn’t quite understand how someone could be so devoted to their family to put themselves in harm’s way for them.

is not always the most respectful of his dearest s/o but when he steps too far out of line you can bet they’re setting him straight again.

leona is extremely impressed with his s/o skills, particularly their swordsmanship.

these two are literally yin and yang when it comes down to it, opposites but they perfectly balance each other out to keep each other in check.

he likes to watch them practice on the ground after classes when he’s lounging and napping. they always have such an adorably serious expression and appear almost as if they’re dancing.

absolutely will drag his s/o from their practice to nap with him in the gardens.

other times he just plops in their lap while they’re reading or studying.

is actually very impressed, if not a little jealous, of their defensive magically abilities.

leona’s specialty is ancient curses. his s/o specialty is defensive magic, particularly against curses.

not that he would ever throw a curse at them but his s/o has already proven to break more than a few of his little testers for them.

learns about their background somewhere down the line of being together.

his s/o was very reluctant to talk about it given that he was a prince, so trying to explain the work and hardships they had to endure to support and protect their family, particularly their father, seemed like a bad conversation.

leona is actually very attentive when they finally open up and it makes more sense to him the more he hears.

he understands to a degree, but again he never had to struggle with wealth or safety, nor did he have the same dedication to his family due to childhood complications.

— RUGGIE BUCCHI

found them interesting right off the bat. they were peculiar in ways he couldn’t quite place.

really started to like them when they told leona off one time. ruggie expected them to back down from the savanaclaw dorm leader when he started growling but they did not.

much like leona and his s/o— these two are a balance of each other, yin and yang, and his s/o often likes to remark.

his laid back and carefree nature does clash with their dedicated nature though. it’s a problem sometimes, especially when it comes to why his s/o works so hard.

it’s times like those that ruggie finds he doesn’t know a lot about his s/o, particularly their past. which he understands, as he’s sensitive about his own too, but still his s/o is a mystery to him.

it does take a lot for his s/o to open up about what they’re so focused and determined to become a great mage. and it turns out it’s all for their family, particularly their father.

that brings a new side of them to light for ruggie, brings him to admire them that much more because all their goals were never really for them.

genuinely sees a lot of similarity between him and his s/o’s pasts, sure they’re different but both of them had to learn and adapt to survive—whether it be for themselves or for those around them.

loves his s/o unique magic, being quite a prankster himself, ruggie has thought of 101 uses for his s/o magic that does not involve its usual purpose like roasting marshmallows.

however he does not like being in it’s path as he has been singed by it before ( of no fault of his s/o since they did warning him ).

in awe at his s/o swordsmanship and talent at defensive magic but doesn’t admit it.

he likes to watch but tries to be sneaky about it. getting caught causes his cheeks to tint pink and he will absolutely brush any and everything his s/o says about him staring off.

his s/o culture is vastly different from the one he knows from the afterglow savanna. so he’s curious.

will absolutely ask his s/o to prepare him tea or cook a dish from their home, whether or not they are a decent cook he will eat whatever the offer.

— HEADCANONS ABOUT THIS TWST!MULAN

dresses rather ambiguously leaning masculine but can absolutely slay a skirt and heals.

everyone at night raven college actually thought they were a guy for the longest time until a conversation struck up and they mentioned they were actually nonbinary.

everyone swears their unique magic is shapeshifting because they change their presentation, style, and outfits so beautifully but literally everyone never knows what they’ll look like next.

luxurious, soft hair that’s darker than a starless night. often tied up to keep it out of their face.

red is their signature color.

their father is very frail and was deemed medically unfit to preform his job, so his dear child took his place to support their family.

the only reason they’re even a nrc is because their family persuaded them to go & eventually they agreed if just to have a way to support their family and make them proud.

from an ancient line of warriors in the war against dark magic, users were renowned for their skill with a blade and their magic against curses.

best class is obviously defense magic, more grounded in combat against curses, but no one has beat them on the defense yet anyways.

also exceptionally skilled with a sword. practices daily before or after classes to keep those skills sharp.

floyd calls them “sea dragon” ( shīdoragon-chan ) after the leafy sea dragon.

reptiles freaking love them. is constantly being stalked by some scaly friends. and yes, they absolutely do talk to them all.

on that note they also have so many reptiles in their room. whoever their poor dorm leader is, better pray for them, because it’s not uncommon for a scaly friend to get out of their enclosures and wander around looking for their master.

is a member of the horse riding club.

unique magic would be called dragon’s guidance and it’s incantation is: “ancestors hear my plea, bring honor to my family and watch over me. dragon’s guidance.”

the magic brings to life a chinese dragon made from the sparks of fireworks from their hands. ( if you’ve ever seen the fellowship of the rings, imagine the firework dragon merry and pippin set off. or a similar firework dragon george & fred weasley from harry potter set off in the fifth movie ).

it acts as a sort of ‘guide’ towards their goal ( for example, finding the way out of the woods if they are lost ).

however their unique magic also has other purposes, as it can act like a signal flair, works well for parting thick crowds ( no one wants to get burned after all ), or a light source briefly before the sparks fizzle out.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst jamil #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland leona #twisted wonderland jamil #twisted wonderland ruggie #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #headcanons #disney mulan #mulan #gender neutral

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4aloysius-porteu · 3 years

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i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 2.6k

She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"

"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"

"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"

She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.

"What?" (Y/N) frowned.

"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.

"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."

"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.

Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.

"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.

The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"

He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.

(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!

Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"

He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."

A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."

She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.

She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.

She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.

The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...

She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.

"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.

(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.

"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.

"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.

"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.

He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."

"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.

"Tsukishima Kei."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.

She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"

He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.

Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.

With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.

"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.

"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.

"What school are you from?"

"Amemaru Middle School."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."

"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."

"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."

"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."

"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.

"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."

"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."

Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."

"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.

"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly talkative?"

She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."

"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.

"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."

"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.

She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"

He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."

She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.

"Do you ever get tired of studying?"

"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."

"What a diligent student you are."

"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."

"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.

Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."

"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."

"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.

"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."

He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.

"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."

"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."

"That's rude."

"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."

"You just did."

"...right. I'm sorry."

The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.

"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"

He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."

He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.

"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"

"I was! Wait, you remember?"

"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.

"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"

"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"

"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.

"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."

"You could've gone easy on them."

"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."

"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.

"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.

She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."

Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.

"You're going home?"

"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."

"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.

"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."

"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"

"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.

She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.

Random Tsukishima Kei facts:

In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!

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shadowsfascination · 3 years

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Shadamy Swordland | Ch 1 | The Hayloft

In reference to this post Sorry if it’s a little long!I might add a second chapter to this. I got carried away and alrady wrote the draft, aaah! ^^

The Chaos energy that we know from the canon is seen here as a source of magical powers. One can master spells and learn the sacred arts to perform them. Special thanks to @shadamyheadcanons for writing all these beautiful headcanons. You may not know, but your writings are a huge inspiration to me and brighten up my day (: I’m not even sure whether I write well, but here goes, lol! ___________________________________________

There’s a hidden entrance to the hayloft above the stables-building where Shadow used withdraw himself after a day of training his students or intense swordfights. It’s accessed by a ladder, stuffed away in a dark corner of the stables-building. One must know about it’s existence to use it or one will not even find it. To keep it like this, Shadow told no one about it, so he’d be left alone, even if he has a pleasant home to go to. His house was located near the central square on the academy and therefore way too noisy for him. Shadow liked the quiet so he could think. He was sensitive to incentives, which could be a blessing and a curse all at once. In addition to the crowdy location of his home, there’d also be the many, many encounters he’d have with young female students who always ‘happened’ to run into him on his way home that he’d rather go without. Notorious for being an excellent swordsman and a noble too, there’d always be female students trying to catch his eye. When both not intending to engage in nor interested in any romantic affair, he’d also feel extremely awkward not knowing how to let them down easily. He had a reputation of being blunt and did not want to add to it. Especially after he’d been called to the board to explain why there had been gossips around the academy about a romantic involvement with one of his students, Amy Rose.

He made clear to the board there was no such thing going on between them and offendedly told them that their presupposition was to be unheard of. He was her superior, she was his trainee. It was unthinkable that he’d become romantically involved with her. Even more so because he was a noble and she was not. No, Shadow had no interest in romance whatsoever. His work as a trainer and duty as a knight was too important to him and he did not let anything distract him from that. And so he returned to his hayloft, alone. Or so it seemed…

A cloaked Amy Rose snuck out of the trainees’ dorm in the middle of the night, remaining in the shadows of the academy buildings. When unable to avoid stepping into the range of the torchlights on the streets, she used her special skill to briefly turn invisible and disappeared into the shadows again. No one would catch a glimpse of her. She’d been doing it for about two months now and became more skilled in the art of hiding, blending into the background and admitted to herself that she even enjoyed sneaking around. Checking for the last time to see if the coast was clear, she placed her boots on the spurts of the ladder and carefully climbed up. Once she made it to the stables-building, she was safe. No one would come around at this hour and it was far away from the dorm. And that meant she didn’t have to be quiet anymore. A wave of excitement rushed through her as she stepped further, peaking around one of the wooden support-beams. Her trainer and now secret lover was napping in the hay, a twig of wheat between his lips, armor and sword removed. Even without any of it he was still extremely handsome.

“You’re here.” “Hey you!” Amy felt caught. She kept forgetting how well developed his senses were. A heat gushed to her cheeks. “Did no one see you?” “No. Surprisingly, there wasn’t anyone out there tonight.” Amy stepped in on him, out of the small, faint light that managed to beam into the loft. “Lucky you.” “I am. I get to spend time with you.” She seductively winked at him. “We see each other almost every day. I would say we already spend a lot of time together.” “Yes, but almost never can I do this…” Amy bent over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Shadow then grasped her wrists and pulled her into him to passionately return her gesture and playfully pulled her over into the stack of hay he laid in. Twigs of straw flew up around them and the old, wooden floors creaked at her landing, slightly startling the horses in the stables beneath them. Cloak and rapier were taken off to be placed near his sword and amor. Besides her room at the dorm and the bathing facility, this was the only place where she’d put her sword away. Even when their district wasn’t engaged in a war currently, there were lots of obscure figures around with bad intentions and she should be able to handle them herself at all times. But not here. She was safe around him and could even pretend to be a damsel in destress if she wanted. She properly sat next to him, being handed a handmade clay cup with fresh water, which was all he could provide her up here. It was unevenly round and was a steal from the dorm-kitchen.

“Sadly you cannot. I was called to the board a few days ago.” “What? Why?” “They asked me to explain the apparently present gossips about us being romantically involved. I believe they bought my story, seeing how the apologized for the improper assumption after my offended reaction.” “There’s gossips about us? That’s bad! I cannot imagine who would have caught onto us. We’ve been really careful.” Amy chewed her lip and drew a sorrowfully face, staring at her reflection in the cup.

“Beats me.” “So, what did you tell them?” “I might have raised my voice and angrily scolded them for daring to accuse me of such foul, improper behaviour, you know?” Shadow said with a neutral expression. Amy heaved a sigh. “Plagues, Shadow! You really said that? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course that’s what you said!” “What are you being so dramatic for? It is in fact one of the very few assets that comes with the title of being a noble.” “You’re hopeless. Others will despise you for this kind of behaviour.” “What business do I have with others? Besides, they’re already not very fond of me. I’m an outsider and always will be. Anyway, we have got to be extra cautious from now on. They let me off with a warning, but this is serious.” “Serious, how?” “If they have the slightest proof that something is in fact going on, I’ll be suspended from training students and you’ll…” A long pause followed while Shadow looked away from her.

“You’ll be refrained from participating in battles, not allowing you to advance in your training or education. Worst case scenario might be that you’ll even be transferred to another academy.” “Aaargh! That’s so unfair!”

Amy intensified the grip on the cup enough to cause a crack in the enamel and angrily muttered about the ways she could scold the board for being this unreasonable. If it weren’t the middle of the night her somewhat impulsive, hot-headed nature might’ve gotten the best of her, storming off to the board to give them a piece of her mind. That was if they’d even let them see her. It wasn’t her place, coming from a lower-rank family. She furiously hated the hierarchy in the world and let out a curse. Shadow then grabbed her face and accidentally squeezed her muzzle a little too hard. Interrupting her many wrath-driven ideas to change the board’s vision, she was now forced to look at him. “I’m telling you now: you are NOT to mingle in this! I forbid it.”

“You forbid it?!” Amy broke away from his grip, bewildered and offended by his statement. “Yes, I forbid it. One of the benefits of being both your trainer and your lover. You’ll only make things look more suspicious.” An angry frown appeared on her face. “It’s not okay that they have that much power! I hate it! It shouldn’t matter! It doesn’t matter how big the gap between us is! I don’t understand how you’re not upset about this?!” “Fire and torments, Amy!” Shadow yelled at her. “Just get over it! Both our futures are at stake here! You have great potential to become a fine swordswomen and I’m not just saying that because you’re my trainee.” “So, our career-perspective is all that matters to you?” A sudden cold gushed through his body and Shadow’s face grew pale, leaving his hands to tremble and fists clenched. “How dare you say that to me?!” He whirled around, pushed her down and bent over her. The heart that had eagerly anticipated being with him tonight was now afraid of him for the first time in her life. It cramped inside her chest in fear, but that feeling faded to be replaced with a mixture of compassion and sadness when she caught his gaze. “BLAST, women! You’re the only person I choose to hang out with voluntarily. THE ONLY ONE!” A crack in his voice ended his scream. Startled by his outburst and her own false accusations, mean even in a way, Amy fell quiet. He wasn’t angry. He was afraid! Afraid to lose her. Shadow turned his face away from her, swallowed and bitterly stated: “If that’s what you think of me, you’d better take lea-“ Amy leaned in on Shadow, pulling him into her and silenced his doubts with a passionate, yet tender kiss. The hands that were clenched together as fists just a moment ago, opened up and slid under her back to lift her in his arms, holding her closer to his body. Her heartrate changed into a different pace, still rapid, but now driven by the intimate connection between them. She broke away from their kiss, eyes tearing up. “I don’t! At all!” He nodded at her once, closing the remaining distance between them again before she could entirely finished her sentence. He not only locked lips with her once more, but lifted her muzzle with his index-finger to force her gaze upon his. Amy then clasped her hands onto his back, slightly losing touch with reality with every touch. She ran her fingers through his quills in ways that made him shiver, returning his hasty, impatient ways of loving her. Shadow’s lips found their way to the soft lines that formed her jaw, then her neck and softly, heatedly blew in her ear, sending a hot rush through her veins. Abruptly he sat up. “Shadow, wha-“ He silenced her at once. His ears then twitched. Did he hear something? She held her breath. Suddenly the least of background sounds were highly present and she couldn’t differentiate them anymore. Luckily, as a feature of the ultimate lifeform, he was more than qualified to. When he breathed out at last, she followed his lead. “False alarm. I thought I heard something there for a minute.” Already leaning in to pick up where they left, Shadow was stopped by Amy. “Hey…I’m really sorry about before…” “Just promise me that you’ll stay out of it.” “I’ll bear with it.” “It’s only until you graduate. Now, can we please drop the subject?”

“Sure thing, my lord.”

She stuck out her tongue, knowing he hated to be called that and gave him a playful push, but was suddenly startled by the sound of a crack coming from the ladder. “Someone’s here!” She whispered with eyes wide open. She panicked, grasped in the direction of her belt to find that her sword still laid on the haystack and rushed over to get it. Being followed by Shadow, who also gathered his armor and sword and pulled her close to him. She looked at him in confusion. “Trust me, I have a trick up my sleeve: Chaos Control.” Having arrived at his house by teleportation caused by what Amy guessed was a high level sacred art spell, she heavily breathed out the tension in her body.

“That was amazing! How did you…What kind of spell was that?!”

“Plagues, Amy! Your cloak!”

“No, no, no!” she called out in despair, but regained hope when Shadow pointed out this was an excellent occasion for her to use her special skill.

He warped them back to the stables and hid somewhere, waiting for her to come back with the cloak.

Amy turned invisible and entered the spurts of the ladder as quiet as possible.

She quickly scanned the loft for the stranger. Her vision became more blurry when using her special skill, which was one of the downsides of it.

She was in luck: there was no one around. The other must have left.

There it was!

She swiftly footed her way to the piece of clothing, grabbed it and turned around to leave.

In the blink of an eye Amy regained visibility when a hand cupped her mouth from behind.

Amy let out a muffled cry.

The free hand of the stranger pushed her arms behind her back and fumbled the cloth around them.

“Surprise!”

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klug · 3 years

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ok im gonna pester you about puyo. i dont know anything about puyo! give me some info on a few of your faves! and where i would start to check out puyo and see what its all about!! >:3c

oh my god THIS IS LIKE SOMETHING I'VE BEEN WORKING ON ON THE SIDE... because people do like..write beginner's guides on how to get into the series but the Language Barrier is kind of fucking insane. I've been into it for a long time and even I'm not sure about everything, mostly because a lot of extra materials, esp. older stuff, isn't...actually translated

The TL;DR version of the series' history is that it started as a Japanese dungeon-crawler called"Madou Monogatari" (or Sorcery Saga in English) for like personal computers developed by Compile. Not many of these games are patched into English, but there are a few! Which you can find here. They're actually really fun and super retro so I do recommend checking out the patched stuff. So...since this was successful, the developers made an action-puzzle spin-off, akin to Tetris, of this dungeon crawler which...ended up far, far, far, surpassing the original series' popularity. That was Puyo Puyo.

After some financial mishandlings on Compile's end, the property got bought by SEGA and this is probably where most people recognize it because of the unique art style:

Anyway, it's a puzzle game franchise now with a pretty strong Japanese competitive scene (video is in Japanese but you can get an idea of the gameplay from this)

IMO...knowing where to start is...hard. I started with Puyo Fever, the fifth game in the series, when I was a kid because it was localized outside of Japan. I do recommend this if you want a feel for the series' humor? It's very short! Feels VERY much like a game you'd find in an arcade, right down to the cheesy voice acting.

That said, the actual "first game" in the series is, well, "Puyo Puyo" which was released in 1991. The current "competitive" meta is based on the sequel. And it's been largely unchanged since then.

I think the most beginner-friendly games are as follows:

- Puyo POP for GBA (has an English version)

- Puyo Puyo Fever (has an English version as mentioned above)

- Puyo Puyo Tetris 1 and 2* (these both have English versions and are multiplatform) *I recommend these with some caution, as the title implies these are crossovers between Puyo and Tetris and introduces a lot of characters exclusive to "Tetris" due to copyright. They're continuous with one another (and with the main series imo) but you can watch the story of Tetris 1 on YouTube and pick up Tetris 2 if the spirit moves you. These should all have ROMs available online, at least the first two.

I can't write too much in this post without getting EXTREMELYYYY long-winded and I've already failed at keeping this concise, but you can send me more questions about this LOL it's my favorite series considering that I (try) to help with translating the games with some amazing translators on this blog.

I'll close this off with my favorite characters:

Strange Klug who is my poor little fucking meow meow who is everything to me and I feel bad for her all the time (she's a guy in canon but she is a trans girl in my heart). She's a demon who was sealed in that book to the left of her because of a sick prank someone played on her. She is usually stuck in there, but can be unsealed under the right circumstances (usually by Klug,who is coming up, because of course) She's my...favorite villain. Embarrassingly. Unfortunately her lore has been shelved since her debut in 2015, so any appearances she's made since then are fanservice :"D.

Klug, who is my blog's accursed namesake (as well as my own, sometimes) he's a student who loves dark magic and well...unsealed a demon because he thought it'd bring him power. He's stupid, screechy, does anything to inflate his ego, and is probably one of my favorite characters to think about in the franchise.He hasn't really been relevant for a while and is mostly a background, supporting character, but I still like him lol

And then, not necessarily my favorite but she IS essentially the series mascot: Arle Nadja. She's a 16-year old mage who originated as a protagonist in Madou Monogatari. In those games she crawled through dungeons, fought monsters and devils, fought off Satan multiple times, and is generally just trying to chill with her BFF (bunny friend forever) Carbuncle and find something delicious to eat on their adventures.

She's probably one of my favorite fictional characters Just in General for just subverting a lot of RPG tropes like being a mage rather than a fighter, being a girl (this is a big one), and always managing to fight off her Baited Love Interests (also a big one. acearo Arle ftw) lol. She's toned down a LOT in her current iteration so she comes off as a bit bland, but she's still a fun straight man whenever she gets stuck with her friend group

#inquiries #omg. this ended up being so long.#i'm so sorry if you don't end up reading this but it's fun to talk about why i like the franchise HAHA #anyway. a beginner's guide to the series. maybe sometime. eventually. i'm wroking on organizing it #but there's so many versions of all the games #and it is insanely hard to organize #not to mention the light novels and audio damas #dramas*#so you can see that i have my work like. cut out for me #anyway check out precisemuseum for puyo translations! we're cool

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Little late getting to these -- that's fully the fault of a class project I spent all of Monday/Tuesday and most of Wednesday working on -- but I finished my project and wrote up some long replies to these!

(Apologies for any funny formatting -- I'm trying out the beta for the new post editor!)

Absolutely not.

Nope! There are a few people who do know (other guides Andrew's met before, the Dryad, and I'd imagine the Witch Doctor knows something's up even if he doesn't know why), but none of them live in Purity Town proper, and the Dryad and Witch Doctor aren't the kind to participate in rumors or spread what isn't theirs to share. The old man is also aware just because he and Andrew have talked about their curses, but he's 1) not currently in town and 2) not going to share even if he were.

Most folks don't know much about Andrew in general; Becca probably knows the most out of the townsfolk, knowing a little bit about his family and where he's from (he has some pretty specific skills as a hunter that betray this, but he doesn't talk about his exact town of birth), but no specifics and certainly not time periods.

Andrew is good at keeping things quiet; he has to be.

I would actually appreciate if you didn't post to Pinterest -- usually I'm fine with people reposting with credit (several of the things I've posted to my DeviantArt have found their way to Instagram, for example) but Pinterest has something of a reputation for stolen art (things being reposted from another Pinterest post without credit this time, or credit being hard to view for users not logged in or just viewing through Google). So reposting elsewhere is fine (though if you repost to Reddit or Instagram, tag me at u/Ariibees or @Ariibees)! I'd just prefer my works stay off of Pinterest.

The terminology related to The Guide/Andrew/The Guardian/The World’s Core/The WoF is all confusing because on some level, they’re all the same being. Kind of like trying to talk about Jekyll and Hyde -- same guy, different looks/actions, haha.

For all intents and purposes, references to the WoF being the barrier/core/whatever behind or within which the spirits of light and dark are contained is equivalent to saying “these spirits are held trapped by the magic of the Guardian, who when summoned appears as the WoF.” I do break slightly from the official lore in how the WoF/Guardian/thing holding back these spirits works (mostly because I don’t really like the idea that the Hallow is a “temporary guardian” or whatever), but the basic concept of “these are trapped by [thing that makes up the WoF]” remains unchanged.

If “loony cultist” is a reference to something, I’m so sorry, but I’m lost on it. If you’re just talking about the lunatic cultist in a funny way, then yes, they’re in here as a very plot-significant character!

I had to google what meme you were talking about, but it did make me laugh.

Andrew’s most annoyed by the nickname because people do like to call him Guide, and for someone who’s dedicated his whole life to his role, it can get tiring. He doesn’t really *mind* being called Guide -- it’s fine, that’s what he is and as long as people are respectful of his job he’ll take what he can get -- but at the same time, he’d like for people to stop thinking “Aah! Monster!” or “Weird academic know-it-all” and just...treat him like a normal person sometimes. So he fights to be called Andrew. And...Malik comes along and gives him a nickname that he doesn’t like and doesn’t allow others to use, save for maybe a small group of people of which Malik is not a part. So, not cool, man!

People love to overcomplicate explaining shading/lighting, and if you wanted to you could certainly go on and on about reflections of light off the ground and shading colors and all sorts of things, but as I’m writing this at 1 AM I don’t really care to.

If you really want to get into shading, I see nice ones on DeviantArt or Tumblr from time to time, or you can always watch a YouTube video on it. Really, though, just keep at it, think about how the shadows should look and work, and you'll get better at it eventually and pick up new ideas on how it all works. (And this is coming from someone who is new to making comics and actually started as a painter.)

Purity Town’s shading comes down to this: simplicity. As much as I’d love to spend hours and hours redrawing the panels I don’t like and carefully shading every fold of fabric and painting detailed backgrounds, I’m a full-time college student and will be working full-time over the summer -- I don’t have the time. So, I cut corners: I reuse backgrounds or use brushes (see: bricks, trees, clouds) that make certain details easier, and I try not to obsess too much over panels I’m not fully happy with. Shadows go where they feel right, and light on the opposite side.

For shading, this comes down to making things quick and easy. For these last few pages, character shading/lighting has only been five layers. One hard light layer for the bluer soft shadows, one overlay layer for darker soft shadows, one linear burn layer for hard shadows, one soft light layer for soft lighting, and one overlay layer for hard lighting. I’ll often also make use of glow dodge layers for lighting, or change the color balance or add more hard/soft light layers if there’s a very heavy color filter on the scene (such as a celestial event, blood moon, or outdoors at night).

Using all the different layer types is essentially a cheat code to fancier lighting -- don’t want to use flat black? Boom, hard light or overlay or burn will give you colored shadows. Want to make your light brighter? Glow dodge will make it burn your retinas.

Sorry that this isn’t a very comprehensive guide, but in my mind, shading and lighting is really something that you pick up over time and it’s hard to sit down and write a guide for it without making it into a massive essay on art theory that I don't even know proper terminology for because I'm not an art student. Of course with some googling you’ll find *proper* guides for this sort of thing from art majors and the likes, and those can be super helpful and technical! But for Purity Town, I just sort of go with what feels right and what's easy to replicate.

Firstly, I’m happy to hear you’re liking the comic!

Secondly, those buttons are actually there due to the theme! (For those on mobile who can’t see it, I have the theme set to only display on desktop as I prefer the current mobile layout on phone.) I’m using the simple webcomic theme (a quick Google should tell you how to install it for yourself) -- except I’m not actually using it for the webcomic features; rather, it’s a case of “this is the most simple, nice-looking non-default theme I could find.”

The previous/next buttons are added by the theme with the intent that the blog is being used as a typical webcomic website, with nothing but comic pages being posted. However, I post asks and other art here too, and I do so with the intent that people looking at #Terraria or their dashboards in general will see it. So...I use html formatting to make the first/previous/next/last links, along with an index and chapter-by-chapter viewing (using /tagged/chapter##/chrono) so that no matter where you’re coming from, you can still navigate just the pages!

If you want to add just the previous/next buttons, I can’t really help you -- web development is not my area of study in the slightest. But you can check out the theme that they come from and if you want to install only them, you can surely find a tutorial on it somewhere!

(As a side note, the comments section is not from the theme, it’s from a site called Disqus. I don’t expect many people, if anyone, to leave comments, but since I link back to this site a lot and many folks don’t have Tumblr accounts, it’s an option I like to make available.)

Hiya! My hike was pretty nice; it was a short and easy one, but that was quite appreciated as the trail is unmaintained from November to April, and the trail was covered in fallen trees and quite rocky. Still had fun, though!

And for backgrounds, it depends! For indoors scenes (or outdoors scenes with buildings) I don’t tend to use references, outside of looking up things like “which side of a door is the handle on.” I will, however, integrate real-life textures (see: the quilt and rug in Guide’s house, the wood walls on the building in the background of this week’s page), and paint over paintings from the Terraria wiki.

For outdoors scenes, for simple backgrounds (such as foliage-heavy) ones, I typically don’t need references. I like the difference between detailed, lined indoor/man-made object scenes vs. painted, messy outdoor scenes. But for things like mountains, I do sometimes look up references to help with color choices and the likes.

The town’s layout is a bit strange in that depending on the scene, the background could be drastically different. One side of town faces more mountainside, one side faces the orchards/open hillside, and the other two sides face various degrees of open space and more mountainside/forest. References taken on top of mountains are helpful to get an idea of what degree of foliage I should include between the characters and the sky.

Though this is very specific to the town of Purity -- other towns/villages will have significantly different-looking backgrounds, even the foliage-heavy ones.

That said, what's even more helpful than looking at photos is looking at paintings. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is really good for getting an idea of how to draw grasslands and distant mountains, plus Studio Ghibli movies in general!

#purity town #pt asks #terraria #not an update

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mutedsilence · 3 years

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I decided to create a post with links to all my work. They include summaries and the tag list. It’s under the split. I’ll update as I write more.

Or, here’s a link to my dashboard MutedSilence

The Towel Johnlock Domestic Fluff Domestic Pride Gay Sherlock Holmes Bisexual John Watson Towels Flags Words: 2,002 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: John and Sherlock have been living together for just about a year in this. Sherlock is given a towel from Mycroft for his birthday.

Ianto Sings Janto Dancing and Singing Singing Fluff Domestic Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Words: 844 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Ianto is alone in the hub. He decides to start singing, he doesn't know he's not alone.

Soldier and his Detective Series Johnlock Mystrade New Meeting Fluff AU Kissing papa lestrade Worry Sherlock is a Brat Established Mystrade Protectiveness Protective Sibling Rivalry Texting Mycroft is really protective but a bit of a dick too Feelings almost break up First Dates John Watson in Afghanistan Homophobic Language Phone Calls email BAMF John Background Case Mycroft Being a Good Brother Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings Jealousy Words:45,738 Works:3 Complete:Yes

Summary: Sherlock is on a case. Just as he's about to be taken down by the suspect, a stranger takes down the suspect and Sherlock begins to fall for the blond stranger. (This is a story set in with a different meeting, John is on leave from the army and Sherlock has started his career with the met.)

Trying to Forget Ianto Janto The 456 Aftermath Grief/Mourning Drinking Jack Needs a Hug Hurt Jack Words: 438 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: So, in the doctor who episode - End of Time part 2 - the Doctor tips off Jack to Alonso. It takes place in a bar and I decided to carry it on.

Mission to Flirt Johnlock Pining John Fluff Angst with a Happy Ending Slow Burn Flirting Jealous Sherlock Oblivious John Mutual Pining First Kiss Hospitals Background Case Greg Lestrade & John Watson Friendship Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson John Watson Loves Sherlock Holmes Bisexual John Watson Gay Sherlock Holmes Proud Greg Lestrade Words: 9,064 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Turns out John has been staring at Sherlock like a love sick teen. Greg decides that John just needs to flirt. So, he does. Sort of. He certainly tried to at least.

Fine. I admit, I love him. Johnlock Pining Texting Mycroft's Meddling Pining Sherlock Holmes AU Fluff References to Oscar Wilde Language of Flowers Background Case Distracted Sherlock Holmes Mycroft Being a Good Brother No Reichenbach Secret Admirer Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson Oblivious John Words: 9,237 Chapters: 14/14

Summary: Mycroft has had enough of Sherlock's pining and decides to make him do something about it. Starting with Sherlock figuring out his feelings for John. ((Set before the Reichenbach fall))

Christmas at Holmes Manor Johnlock Mystrade Christmas Party Developing Johnlock AU Different First Meeting Mentions of drugs Depressed John Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism John has been discharged Developing Relationship First Kiss Developing Mystrade Mycroft is good with Children Words: 4,838 Chapters: 6/6 Collections: 1

Summary: Mummy is known for her Christmas parties at Holmes Manor. Sherlock hates the parties and tries to avoid them. This year he can't get out of it. He hates every second. But will he hate it after meeting an army captain?

Hannibal Montannibal Alternate Universe - Hannah Montana Fusion Pure and utter crack beggar's clay chicken inspired by a shitpost Will is a fanboy Hannibal in a dress and wig?? just go with it Ambiguous/Open Ending Words: 613 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Hannah Montana/Hannibal fusion. No one knows that Hannibal is Montannibal, that is until he invites Will Graham for dinner.

The Soul Patch IronStrange Soulmate AU Tumblr Prompt Heart Attacks First Kiss CPR Post-Doctor Strange (2016) Stephen saves Tony it's a little cheesy Words: 1,411 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Soulmate AU: Everyone is born with a black section of skin where their soulmate touches them skin-on-skin for the first time. When this happens, the mark changes to said soulmate’s eye color. Tony Stark and Stephen Strange both hate it because they’ve had to live with the stigma of having black lips all their lives. Tony goes into cardiac arrest at a gala, and Stephen ends up giving him CPR.The prompt I based this off. Set after the events of Doctor Strange (2016)

Who is Victor Trevor? Johnlock Teenlock Unilock Jealous John POV Sherlock Holmes victor is made up practice date First Dates Sherlock Holmes and John Watson Being Idiots Words: 3,256 Chapters: 1/1

Sherlock is in love with his best friend, John Watson. When confronted, Sherlock makes up Victor Trevor - a person that Sherlock wants to ask on a date. John offers to help by taking Sherlock on a practice date. The one thing Sherlock wants more than anything.

I Feel Like I Don’t Even Know Him! Johnlock Fake/Pretend Relationship Developing Relationship and Friendships Implied/Referenced Suicide AU Different First Meeting couples counselling It's For a Case Parental Greg Lestrade Protective Mycroft Holmes Slow Burn idiots to lovers Implied/Referenced Drug Use Miscommunication Eventual Happy Ending Did I Mention They Were Idiots? It's Sad Seriously It's Sad You Have Been Warned Words: 26,108 Chapters: 25/25

Summary: John is leaving therapy. Sherlock needs to get into the office of a couples counselor. A frantic Sherlock bumps into John as he's making his way out. John - with nothing better to do - agrees to pretend to be a stranger's boyfriend for the afternoon. Beats going home.

Let Me Share Your Pain IronStrange Hurt Stephen Strange Hurt Tony Stark Protective Stephen Strange Friends to Lovers Arguing First Kiss Hurt/Comfort Words: 3957 Chapter 1/1

Tony begins to feel stronger and better than ever. He doesn’t question it, not when his movements are quicker and his mind is sharper. His anxieties and pain appear to have diminished altogether. And the next time he’s facing a villain he finds there’s barely a scratch on him. Funnily enough Doctor Strange looks ten times worse himself after battles lately, even in ones he hardly has a hand in. Tony slowly discovers that Stephen cast a spell to absorb all of Tony’s injuries as his own.

I'll Tell You Until You Believe Me IronStrange Jealous Tony Stark Pining Pining Tony Stark Oblivious Stephen Strange First Kiss Love Confessions Insecurity Insecure Stephen Strange author projecting their insecurities onto the character check Words: 2231 Chapter 1/1

Stephen is quite popular, what with his status as sorcerer supreme, good looks and compassion. Stephen is oblivious to it all, chalking it up as just weird alien customs. One day, an interdimensional being aids Stephen and Tony in battle, flirting with Stephen the whole time. Tony feels protective of Stephen but lets it go for now (pre-relationship, Tony’s kinda jealous yes). Only this keeps happening and it builds up, Tony can’t take anymore and confronts Stephen about why he never shoots down nor reciprocates the advances of the inter-dimensional beings. Light angst where Stephen accidentally reveals that his obliviousness stems from his insecurities. He thinks Tony is pulling his leg.

Eastern Seaboard Ironstrange Established Relationship Bottom Tony Stark Established Tony/Stephen Is this crack?? Humour Tony's nicknames for the team Words: 717 Chapter 1/1

The only time Tony sees a hint of Stephen’s full power, without his moral limitations, is when they make love and Stephen’s magic accidentally causes an earthquake that knocks out the power of the whole eastern seaboard. Tony decides it's an achievement worthy of a nickname.

Super Fucking Long Sherlock Fic, Stop Being a Bitch and Finish It. Johnlock Slow Burn really really slow Angst Smut Fluff Eventual Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Unrequited Love mutual unrequited love Mutual Pining Violence Murder Case Fic Homophobia Homophobic Language POV Sherlock Holmes Idiots in Love they're really stupid and can't see past their noses but we love them Masturbation Oblivious Hate Crimes Hate Speech Hurt/Comfort Copping Off Coming Out Greg Lestrade & John Watson Friendship Sherlock Whump Words: 31,275 Chapter 48/?

Sherlock is bored out of his mind - luckily Lestrade has a string of murders. Even luckier - Sherlock and John have to go undercover in a gay bar, and John's in tight clothes. But what if going back into that scene reminds Sherlock of his uni days? And what if he reverts back to shameless pleasure behind clubs? What if John never returns his affections? A series of life-threatening problems could both bring them together, and drive them apart.

Our Journal Mystrade Developing Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Lestrade Can Draw switching POV Slow Burn Fluff mystrade Mystrade is art Mycroft is a Softie Even if just in his head Words: 3,798 Chapter 6/?

When the sketch artist is off, Greg is asked to step in. Like any artist - he thinks he's no good and hates his work. Mycroft just so happens to be around to lend some paper. After becoming enraptured in Greg's drawing, Mycroft's once-dormant feelings begin to fester again.

#fanfic #bbc sherlock #mcu #torchwood #hannibal #SahD #FiAiLH #c@hm #IFLIDEKH!#LMSYP #ITYUYBM #SFLSFSBABAFI #OJ

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m0r1bund · 4 years

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Happy Indigenous Peoples’ Day!

10/12/20:

So. If you’ve been here a year or more, you might know that I have this little journal from back in 2018 that I try to update every year with works from local indigenous artists / created in collaboration with indigenous folks.

It was once hosted on another site, but that one’s since gone to hell! So, I’m shuffling it over here and giving it a little TLC : -) Enjoy!

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10/8/18:

You can probably glean from my work that I owe intensely to the people of the Sonoran Desert and surrounding communities. Since it’s Indigenous Peoples’ Day, I’m going to share a few works from (mostly southwestern) native artists that have really impressed on me. If you enjoy anything that I do, I think you’ll enjoy their work even more!

Tyler Bighorse and Suite 104

I was introduced to the work of Tyler Bighorse in downtown Flagstaff, where he runs a gallery called Suite 104.

If you're ever in the area I really recommend dropping by! He sells prints and originals of his works there, as well as other local artists' work. (snagged this sick Legend of Zelda spread for my bro while I was up there.)

Mulaka, by Lienzo

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Synopsis, from their website:

Dive into northern Mexico’s breathtaking landscapes with Mulaka, a 3D action-adventure game based on the rich indigenous culture of the Tarahumara. Renowned for their impressive running abilities, embark on the journey of a Sukurúame - a Tarahumara shaman - as you fight back the foulness corrupting the land, while drawing upon the powers of demigods.

Mulaka was developed by the Chihuahua-based game company Lienzo in conjunction with Rarámuri leaders and anthropologists. Lienzo also aims to keep their game dev local to Chihuahua, which I think is extremely badass.

And the music just. rules. ( Town of Paquimé / Nini Areware Ne Chunume )

Quantum Tangle (Grey Gritt and Tiffany Ayalik)

Quantum Tangle is really really good. Like, really really good. Blurb from their old bandcamp:

Fusing of old-world sounds and new-world flair, the Juno Award-winning group Quantum Tangle is embracing their blended background. Combining their talents of throat singing, haunting melodies and traditional legends, Grey Gritt and Tiffany Ayalik are excited to present pieces that look back through history to challenge, educate and encourage the next generation to be socially aware.

The unfortunate news is that their website went down earlier in the year : -( But the good news is their work is still floating around the internet. I believe you can find them on Spotify and other streaming services as well. Here is a favorite, a love ode of sorts called Igluvut:

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My other favourites for first-time listeners are Love is Love pt. 2 and Tiny Hands : -)

Oral History of the Yavapai, by Mike Harrison and John Williams

Three tribes of Yavapai got together at Bloody Basin. Kewevkepaya, Wipukpa and Yavepe. Three of them. They get together and cook mescal, cook deer. Get together and eat, dance and have a good time. But the soldiers met them there and killed them. Then the White people called the place Bloody Basin. Called it after our blood.

- Oral History of the Yavapai I originally stumbled across this book (in reality a word-for-word chronicle of oral history told by Mike Harrison and John Williams, two Yavapai elders) through one of the sources cited in this blog post: The True Victims of “Bloody Basin” Were the Yavapai.

It really struck me, because to that point all major publications that I'd read had unquestioningly ran the old U.S. Army account of how Bloody Basin got its name (Check out the Verde Independent’s article here, and AZcentral’s take here.) It frames the massacre not only as a “punitive expedition,” but also incorrectly names the victims as Tonto-Apache-- The Dilzhe’e are a distinct people, though the Yavapai people were often conflated with them. It’s much harder to get folks into books, but if you have any interest in the history of the Salt River Valley or surrounding areas at all, this was an invaluable read to me. Be aware that it is vibrant and devastating in equal measures-- but if you can handle it, I highly recommend it.

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10/14/19 Additions

The writing of Darcie Little Badger

The Whalebone Parrot and Owl Vs. The Neighborhood Watch were my introductions to Darcie's work and they are so, so full of wit, character, and ghoulish suspense... the kind of stories you would read to family and friends as Halloween closes in, this time of year. I am only familiar with her mystery and horror-adjacent short stories at the moment, but I hope to become better acquainted with her body of work in the near future. You can find a list here, many of which you can read online for free!

Anyway. Let me leave you with the Inherent Horror of Birds (from The Whalebone Parrot,) which I don't think I've seen any other writer capture so artfully:

I wonder if all parrots have dancing eyes. The pupils are in a state of constant flux, contracting and expanding. Big, small, big, small.

“What song is that?” I asked. Her pupils danced: large, small, large. She possessed parrot eyes and parrot songs.

10/12/20 Update: Darcie Little Badger recently published her first book, Elatsoe! Check it here : -)

Imagine an America very similar to our own. It’s got homework, best friends, and pistachio ice cream. There are some differences. This America has been shaped dramatically by the magic, monsters, knowledge, and legends of its peoples, those Indigenous and those not. Some of these forces are charmingly everyday, like the ability to make an orb of light appear or travel across the world through rings of fungi. But other forces are less charming and should never see the light of day.

Seventeen-year-old Elatsoe (“Ellie” for short) lives in this slightly stranger America. She can raise the ghosts of dead animals, a skill passed down through generations of her Lipan Apache family. Her beloved cousin has just been murdered, in a town that wants no prying eyes. But she is going to do more than pry. The picture-perfect façade of Willowbee masks gruesome secrets, and she will rely on her wits, skills, and friends to tear off the mask and protect her family.

The pottery of Nathan Youngblood

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I learned of Nathan Youngblood's work scarcely a week ago, during a visit to the Heard Museum, and it very nearly made me start hooting and hollering in the middle of the museum. It is, without exaggeration, unlike any kind of craft I've ever seen before. His work is something of a marriage between the Santa Clara pottery tradition with Asian ceramics and other traditions world-wide, and it's a coupling that is at once startlingly familiar and yet completely unique.

The art, writing, and games of Elizabeth LaPensée

Elizabeth is perhaps best known for creating Thunderbird Strike!

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(synopsis from its website: )

In the 2D sidescroller Thunderbird Strike, fly from the Tar Sands to the Great Lakes as a thunderbird protecting Turtle Island with searing lightning against the snake that threatens to swallow the lands and waters whole.

But she has a very wide and rich body of work, and among my personal favourites are her visual art. She employs digital collage to create these sort of iconographic pieces, and to me there's a certain joy in the way her work employs silhouette and contour, tracing the shape of a body, the environment within that body, and its place in its environment. It's not something that I can really do justice by describing, so here's a favourite from her ("Thunderbird Circles") that I have on my wall:

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officialinuyasha · 4 years

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Yashahime Trailer Analysis - Full Breakdown + Theories

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https://youtu.be/ebFV15yPO6U

The Yashahime - Princess Half-Demon Official Trailer came out August 7th Japan Time like Kaoru Wada had teased for us on the Otakon Livestream. Here we will read off of what was posted on the VIZ Media Official Website "The anime’s been announced, but now you can sink your canines into some more juicy tidbits about the show. The anime stars Towa and Setsuna, the twin daughters of Sesshomaru who get separated in a forest fire. Towa ends up in modern times and is raised by Sota Higurashi, Kagome’s little brother. Ten years later, they are reunited, but Setsuna is a demon slayer with no memories of her sister. Joined by Moroha, Inuyasha and Kagome’s daughter, they set off on an adventure to regain their missing past." https://www.viz.com/blog/posts/yashahime-princess-half-demon-arrives-in-october You guys will be able to watch Yashahime on VIZ Media's Website and AnimeLab.com when it's released.

First Impressions - @officialkagome : “I can tell the Rumiko has a lot of influence in the writing because key points and moments are conveyed just as they were in the Final Act. I believe it's going to be condensed like in the Final Act, but maybe only at first. Focusing on the girls but still including that bonus chapter. I definitely appreciate the animation, it's very aesthetically pleasing.”

Yes, the animation is being directed by the same person who did The Final Act, Sachiya. They also were the same person that did the Adult SessRin artwork that sold it on a calender. Which I actually own. I'm glad for them to return and do the animation. As it makes sense in the continuity. The animation in fact looks even improved further than what we had since the Final Act! Definitely one of my favorite animation directors next to Kumiko.

As I mentioned in my previous video, I talked about the extra chapter "Since Then" that took place after The Final Act. It was made because of the Tsunami that happened in Japan many years ago. A long time ago, I also wrote a post saying if we continued to show our support for the official streams on VIZ Media's website and still showed interest in the series that they would make this into an episode. Back in 2018 Anime Boston it was hinted about the staff wanting to have Rumiko allowed them to make more anime if we continued to show interest. When we got ahold of the scans for the AniMage and AniMedia magazine scans we could confirm that they have been talking about a sequel since the ending of The Final Act.

In the InuYasha Special Chapter 559 "Since Then" Kagome was living in the feudal era with InuYasha for six months. We have a half year time skip. Life in the Feudal Era so far had been peaceful. InuYasha and Miroku were tracking minor youkai that was released from a seal by a landslide, and discover that the demon actually was originally sealed away by Kikyou shortly before she met InuYasha. So we can say over atleast 53 years ago. The youkai is called Ne no Kubi or Root Head in the official VIZ Media subtitles for the trailer - and it was seeking the Shikon no Tama, not realizing it is already destroyed due to being sealed away for so long. Ne no Kubi attacks Kagome, because she clearly looks like Kikyou, but she wounds its head with a sacred arrow and InuYasha kills it with Tessaiga. During it Sesshoumaru appears to protect the village because Rin is there. We can see shots during the trailer that all take place here from this chapter.

For all those Westerners out their that use the term "canon", yes Yashahime is in Fact "canon" to the original timeline continuity. Rumiko Takahashi has been confirmed to have written the foundation story for Yashahime, and has been working closely over the scripts with Sumisawa. It is officially licensed and in no where near being a fanfiction. Remember, canon was a term that was invented by Westeners because of Christianity. Regardless, this sequel is happening. I have so much to talk about this new trailer that it feels like even after I'm done with this video, more ideas are still going to keep popping up in my head.

Towa is seen fighting another school student. She's known for her martial arts. She kicks this guy in the head. She says "You know, you should take my advice and let me go." Talking about her possible abduction. "Things won't be so hot when my friends get here." I think she's talking to the man in the Feudal Era from the first trailer. That's when Moroha and Setsuna break into save Towa. Then it's talking about Root Head from Chapter 559. However says "Root Head was a demon slain by InuYasha and his friends." I don't know if she's talking after it was slain. But Root Head was in fact originally sealed by Kikyou before she met InuYasha. A possible change or retcon from the Manga considering Rumiko's involvement in this. Sesshoumaru is then saying the same lines that he says from the manga "Root head... A worthless piece of vermin. Except..." If we reference the manga he's actually supposed to say Except, and then "It's too persistent."

Root Head gained the powers of the Tree of Ages (Goshinboku). This is the same Goshiboku that InuYasha was sealed on, seeing the arrow mark. If we slow down this footage you can tell that Roothead is growing in the roots of the Goshinboku. It created a passage from the Feudal Era to present day. Sucked through that passage, Towa was torn from her twin sister, Setsuna, and thrown into the present day.

But I think that is talking about AFTER Root head was slain again from it reawakening after the landslide. My guess is that IF everything does continue on the manga like normal from Chapter 559. But during the time it was reawakened it had already made a portal through a tree tunnel like it describes as in Towa's translated description that a fire happens, and everyone scatters. Even during the livestream from Otakon Kaoru Wada mentioned the fire. Towa goes to escape from the fire and finds that specific portal that sends her to the modern era. Unless they want to push the time skip further than 6 months allowing them time to have the kids. Towa is in Reiwa period, that means it's either 2019 or further making it overall a 20 year time skip since chapter 559. I expect that they have kids in a six year time skip that would make sense since they are all 14. The Tree tunnel is described in Towa's description, that means that we pretty much have a second Well. Considering the well was already made from the same type of wood as the Goshinboku was as it was talked about in the first movie. Now imagine if we had three different eras or even that certain events had changed because of this.

Here we see an Adult Souta and 4 year old Towa when he found her in the Modern Era. They're talking in front of the Sacred Tree. Towa's robe pattern is clearly based on Sesshoumaru's belt.

It looks like Souta wanted to pat Towa on the head, but Towa was scared - Then we see Towa brushing her teeth and Souta's daughter. Who looks strikingly similiar to Hitomi. I hope he married her.

Ten years have passed since the Higurashi family took Towa in. It shows Towa talking to Souta's Daughter in front of the tree. In the next shot, she's wiping the blade from her sword. In the narration Towa says "Don't worry! I can handle this." It shows Towa looking up from the original Trailer, where she's abducted. Wearing that patterned robe and the hint of the Lily flowers in the background. She says "Your big sister's pretty strong!" I think she's talking to Souta's daughter as if referencing herself. She picks up her History book and winks. Now it shows Setsuna and Moroha fighting by a waterfall. This is definitely reminding me of some InuYasha VS Sesshoumaru scenes from the past. "My name is Setsuna. I have nothing more to tell you..." "And the reason you die here." Setsuna's eye glows similar to InuYasha's when they found out he had the black pearl inside his right eye that lead to the Inu no Taishou's grave. Everyone has been trying to figure out if there is a special thing showing in her eye. I'm not so sure but I gave it a try as well. I looked at a few pictures of the gravesite and this one seemed to be the best one.

Though I am skeptical of this. Hosenki's son explained it would take roughly 100 years for him to master the process of making one. When InuYasha had returned to his father's grave for the second time, the pearl was somehow able to give him visions of his troubled past as a way to warn him that he wasn't supposed to be there a second time. Now if we think about it, remember how Setsuna has problems with her memories? Maybe in this moment it is a black pearl, and it's showing her flashbacks helping her remember or perhaps she was given an imperfect black pearl that is causing her memory loss.

Moroha is seen sitting down picking her ear. "With this rouge, I become Beniyasha, Destroyer of Lands!" Moroha has her bow, a good nod to her mother Kagome. "Tremble before the bloodthirstydawn!" Now the rouge doesn't always have to mean lipstick, it depends on the context on which it's taken. The rouge could also mean red, the red clothing that she's wearing. If she is going to be wearing lipstick, it would be cool if they somehow were able to magically bring back the lipstick that was once Izayoi's that was given to Kikyou. I know it was destroyed, but you never know. I like the idea of her having InuYasha and Kagome's locket too from the second movie. In the past I always had the idea of their child having that locket. Maybe she's heard about InuYasha as a story or legend, and is calling him "Beniyasha". So she's pretending to be him in a way, along with the bow on her head representing ears like him.

It shows Towa in the modern era, fighting some guys. She's wearing something on trapped onto her back. Could it be her sword, or something else? My wife mentioned that in Japan, open carry of swords is legal. So I went to double check.

Yes, this is definitely got to be her sword and that she is wearing a sword bag. It has yellow tassels.

I also noticed that there is a symbol at the bottom of her sword bag. It looks like it could be a pinwheel or the Kagome symbol. There are two different versions of the Kagome symbol. 6 pointed and 8 pointed.

"A new wind blows into the Feudal Era." We can see the Dragon symbol on Moroha's sword even more closely. The Dragon is wrapped around an arrow. During the Otakon Live stream Kaoru Wada stated that all three of the girls are the half-demon princesses. Meaning that Moroha would still be called a half-demon regardless of having less demon blood percentage especially during that era. "The Half Demon Princesses are here!" Moroha is fighting a Mistress Centipede. Is this the same Mistress Centipede from the beginning of InuYasha, that corpse was already in the well? If we remember, Sango has fought Centipede demons before but they weren't a Mistress Centipede. She would be killed for the third time. The Mistress Centipede shown in the trailer has three eyes, while the original one has two.

It shows Hisui, Sango and Miroku's son in his demon slayer armor while riding Kirara. Throwing Hiraikotsu! One thing that stood out to me was the prayer beads around his left arm.

I don't think he has Wind Tunnel but it seems to be a reference to his father Miroku. Considering Miroku has given Kagome prayer beads to wear before. Maybe even Hisui has spiritual powers as well. It also appears that he has Sango's sword as well!

Kohaku, all grown up and he's exactly how I imagined him. It seems like he has a scar on his nose. Maybe it's from wearing his demon slayer mask or from getting cut in a battle. He has the weapon he gets from Toutousai in the last episode of the Final Act. Moroha and Setsuna are battling. Could this be the same waterfall that Kikyou bathed at?

Moroha and Setsuna running off, Towa watching them. A guy knocked out in the background, Spider Lily pattern on the backwall, and a knocked out guy next to where the wall was bashed in. Just like how it was in the first trailer we were shown on the Otakon Live Stream.

Finally, Moroha is using her bow and yes she indeed has priestess spiritual powers like Kagome does! It looks like she's still fighting Mistress Centipede as you can see in the background. The attack is called "Heavenly Arrow Barrage". Similar name to InuYasha's Adamant Barrage.

It shows Setsuna using her Naginata. The Naginata is the weapon that can control wind as stated in her profile when her colors were announced! Much like InuYasha's Bakuryuha, or Kouga's Cyclone. It also reminds me of Sesshoumaru when he was fighting InuYasha inside the Black Pearl at the Inu No Taishou's Grave.

Feudal Fairytale - Yashahime Princess Half-Demon Towa takes out her sword and charges while saying "Setsuna! I'll save you!" Yashahime - Coming this October. October 3rd 2020

When we look at the image that came with the announcement. A few things caught my eye, Kagome and Rin are not seen in the picture. Sesshoumaru and InuYasha are both by the Sacred Tree. Speculating that maybe they're trapped in another dimension, or between times since Root Head was able to take the Goshinboku's power. I wonder if something like this happens, could this give Kagome the ability to not age? I'm still for my theory that she shouldn't age because she wasn't born yet, the same way her items were unaffected by Kaguya in the second movie when she froze time. People think InuYasha is holding something, no that is his forelocks and the shading on the tree. No, there is no secret image in Towa's blue sword attack. But hey we get a better look at Hisui's prayer beads on his arm.

There is a new character, everyone speculates to be Shippou and unsure of the character's gender. Looking at the HD picture.

The character has green eyes, dark red hair and purple eyeshadow. It sort of reminds me of Shippou or Ayame's possible child with Kouga. I would have said it was Takechiyo in a human form since Raccoons and Foxes are known to shape shift. But Takechiyo has blue eyes. It's not Jinenji, has blue eyes - Though I think it could be a new character. Could be boy or girl. Determining their gender is something I'm on the fence about atleast by the physical sight of it. Their body seems flat and rugged with torn sleeves, but wearing makeup. There's alot of males who wear makeup in InuYasha. Their attire also seems to be the kind that is most commonly worn by males. But Towa also is another character that dresses male. This character clearly has a weapon. More than likely a sword. Something that's interesting about this picture is that Towa's sword is shaped like Tessaiga in the picture when she's doing her special attack. It zig zags upward like a staircase into the sky - as if representing time passed. You notice it when you realize the other characters are actually not standing on something.

Seems like we are all looking forward to October 3rd for the airing of Yashahime. If you want to see more posts about Official InuYasha News, Artworks, Merchandise, my own personal views and analysis on the series - Be sure to subscribe.

#inuyasha #yashahime #anime #manga #hanyou no yashahime #yashahime princess half demon

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are u enjoying excalibur?

hi! i’m definitely not enjoying excalibur (2019). i had issues with this comic-book since the beginning, and they just got progressively worse as the story advanced. i talk about some of my major issues with excalibur (2019) in these posts: 1, 2, 3 - if you’re interested, you can check them out!

for starters, i think the plot is just all over the place. the story-arcs have just been really messy and the pace of the comic-book is just really slow, which makes everything more bothersome. in my opinion, out of all the dawn of x comic-books, excalibur (2019) was the one, excluding the main title, that had the best potential. besides the fact that it had a solid team roster, it would have been really interesting to see how the new status quo of the x-men + krakoa interacted with the magic realm of the otherwold, but that got rapidly dismissed and never got to be really explored. since the beginning, things got messy.

none of the team members get to do anything notoriously relevant, except maybe have a collective action scene in a single panel, and then the focus goes back to captain britain. when they get to have some dialogue, they’re poorly written and very ooc. i’m aware betsy braddock was set to be the leader of this team, but there wasn’t a single moment were the story-line didn’t revolve about her, even after her apparent death. the characters seem unable to interact between each other without bringing her up. excalibur (2019) was sold as a team comic-book but it definitely looks like a captain britain solo, with occasional background characters backing her up. i have no problem with some characters having more exposure than others in some arcs, but the great majority of the members of excalibur (2019) are marketable faces, very well known among the industry. i think it’s a complete waste to have characters like rogue, gambit, jubilee and rictor being used as props to keep on glorying captain britain.

i keep up with excalibur (2019) because rogue is my favorite character and that’s the only comic-book she’s currently appearing in. besides that, i don’t really care about this comic-book. the only positive thing i have to say about it is that i really like the art, and that would be all. the rest has just been really disappointing :/

#q & a

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dast218 · 4 years

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Dark Side? Never - pt.2

Pt1 Next

If someone asked, Adrien would have said that it was a normal night out in the city, patrolling the skies, waiting for a robbery or akuma to rise and getting a chance to run without supervision but the key word being would. Something felt off. Whether it was dark magic or his senses going haywire, something was sparking a feeling of dread inside of him. After a few moments of searching, using patron time as an excuse, he figured that the next best course of action was talking to Plagg.

Finding a secluded alleyway the black cladded hero called of his transformation, right after informing Ladybug of his detour. He knew for a fact that the spotted heroine would worry too much if she couldn’t find him on the tracker even for a split second. He couldn’t blame her as he would have had the same response. Years of working together taught them to trust each other but sometimes worry got in the way of logic.

“Plagg did you sense that?”

The god of destruction looked up bored as always, extending his tiny arms for his desired prize.

With a huff Adrien searched his pockets for some camembert, passing it to his little devil of a karami. “Plagg! This is no time for your nonsense.”

“Yea, yea. You want to talk about that feeling of yours. So what's up, I don’t sense anything.”

Deflating, he released a breath he didn’t know that he was holding. “So you don’t feel anything.”

“Nope”

“Ok, that makes me feel a little better”

Sensing the worry of his kid, the karami encouraged Adrien to go to Ladybug. Even after living for an eternity he never mastered the art of comforting another being. Tikki and her bugs were usually the better ones at that.

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On the top of the Eiffel tower the duo were leaning on each other, observing the bright stars above them. Adrien took this time to reflect on the past few years. So many things had changed. First and foremost Ladybug and Chat Noir had grown into an unstoppable team, they were no longer those inexperienced newbies who tripped on thin air. No now they were a team who took down akumas in record time. Chat had stopped pinning for Ladybug as his civilian side was dating someone else, Ladybug was more considerate of Chat’s feelings, they developed a full-prove routine and so on. They matured together.

Coming back to reality he was met with his partner’s flashing hands, “Earth to Chat!”

Shaking off his initial confusion he heard a laugh in the background. “Where have you gone to this time?”

Smirking he leaned in closer, “So bugaboo would want to know where her kitty travels I assume.” Crossing his arms he continued, “but what if I want to keep my adventures a secret from this fair maiden?”

Trying and failing to keep off the smile from her face, the heroine pushed him back and stood up. “Then leave this fair maiden for the rest of the night. She needs her beauty sleep.”

“Of course” With that he dramatically bowed and extended his staff departing onto a lower elevation.

Turning back with the intention of yelling out one last retort, the dark clad hero was met with a sight that will hunt even his darkest nightmares. A light pink butterfly, appearing to shine in the moonlight’s reflection was flying behind the descending figure of Ladybug. In a split second, before Adrien was even able to process what was going on, the insect absorbed itself into the heroine’s uniform.

His body went on autopilot as he found himself speeding to his partner’s side, who was currently clutching onto her stomach.

“Ladybug!”

But it was too late. Before his eyes the bug themed hero was surrounded by a bright light as her suit took on a new form. Her once inviting and colorful bodysuit now illustrated a darker vibe, dangerously similar to an assassin. Black dominated her suit as strips of red outlined her figure. Weapons, seemingly sharp were wrapped around her torso, with the handles tinned in bloody red. Her dark hair was pinned into a long ponytail while her black mask perfectly captured her now piercing green eyes.

Chat stepped back.

With a dangerous smile and deep voice, the once cheerful bug smoothly greeted her new enemy.

“Evening kitty.” Who knew that two words could send chills so easily. Oh how the holder of destruction cursed his bad luck this very second.

Tilting her head she placed her hand on her heart, mockingly. “So kitty doesn’t like the new bug?” Releasing a pound, she continued “But I feel like it totally reflects the true me though.”

Ladybug, ex-Ladybug, Darkbug or the akuma [come on give Chat a break he was still trying to process everything] started attacking.

How the heck did this happen?

Ladybug striked with her new staff. Dodging, the destruction teamed hero dipped down and cartwheeled out of the way.

She's akumatized?

Pushing forward, the darken figure fixed her stand and once again brought down a strike, this time hitting its intended spot. The suit deflated most of the blow’s impact and he continued fighting without a sign of strain.

How? We were just laughing moments ago. She didn’t even say yes!

Frustrated at Chat’s omitting she yelled, “Stop dodging and start fighting kitty cat! I don’t have all day”

“Well I do”

Gritting her teeth she rushed into another strike, landing a blow into his lower side. “Pass me the miraculous and no one will get hurt”

“Never! Ladybug this isn’t you! You fight against evil, not along side of it”

Laughter bubbled in her throat, “So it seems that the kitty needs to get his eyes checked. Are cats really colored blind cause I clearly see a shift in design. Newsflash Ladybug isn’t here, its Silentblow now.”

Seeing an opportunity, Silentblow maneuvered herself effortlessly going in with a high strike only to be met with a surprised grunt as she quickly switched tactics and hooked her legs around his ankles. She ended up on top of Chat, holding him with both of his hands above his head.

It was the perfect opportunity to take off the ring. Silentblow felt Hawkmoth's delightful glee echoed through her body but at the same time felt a sense of wrongness. Her green eyes were flashing with a tint of blue and her head started pounding in pain. As she lifted her hands to grab her forehead, Chat took the opportunity to throw Silentblow off of him. Using the momentum she backflipped and landed gracefully on her legs.

“Chat leave!”

“I am not leaving you to fight this by yourself”

Walking backwards she grunted in pain. “Get help”

‘“How? The Guardian disappeared”

“Call the league and make sure to get Batman,” green started filling Silentblow’s eyes once again and she gritted her teeth in pain. “Say that its Marianne al Ghul” she collapsed on the floor growling in frustration “he has to listen to his own daughter for once, after all the world is in danger.”

“Milady”

“Chat leave! I am losing control ”

With a “I'm sorry that I am not strong enough,” Marinette’s alter ego once again started chasing after Chat.

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Thank you guys for all the wonderful comments ❤️ I have a busy week planned so the next update might take a while

Tag List of lovely people: @ash-amg @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @angelic-anissa @cutechip @lozzybowe @schrodingers25

#maribat #daminette #siblings #fight scenes are harder than they seem

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Nov 12th, Thursday 17:07

„They’re gonna know.“

„Nobody is gonna know. How would they know?“ Jens returned instantly, turning his head towards the boy next to him, adding amused: „Just pull your laptop a bit closer and tilt the camera up a bit, so they see the white wall behind us, instead of my bed.“

„This is ridiculous.“ The two of them sat side by side on Jens’s bed, giggling like thirteen year olds as they tried to figure out, how to pull this off best. „They definitely gonna notice. Same lightning and so on.“

„Different cameras though.“ Jens provided, checking both of their screens. Okay, knowing they shared the same space it felt a bit similar, but surely the others wouldn’t assume anything. „We can also just tell them that you are over at mine.“

„No.“ Lucas quickly interrupted, „I kinda like the thrill.“, the boy said, wiggling his eyebrows, causing Jens to try his hardest to surpress his laughter.

„You are an idiot.“

„Yes, your idiot. Too late. They still gonna know.“

With a deep sigh Jens proceeded to take a breath before yelling: „Lotte??“

„Yes?“ Came the answer quickly shouted back to them from her room next door.

„What do you do when you come over into my room?“

„Pretend Lucas isn’t here!“ She replied rehearsed and maybe a bit annoyed that they couldn’t fully trust her to fulfil her task if it should come to it.

„See! Bulletproof.“ Jens told him, leaning over to kiss Lucas. „Just make sure to stick to your side and not come too close.“

„Says the one who can’t stop kissing me.“ Lucas smirked knowing he was right.

„Alright, I’ll stick to my side of the bed as well. We can still hold hands though, they can’t see that on the camera.“ Jens suggested, recieving just that, as Lucas reached over and their fingers interwined between them. „We could also do more, if you can keep a straight face.“

„There is nothing straight going on in my face if we go there.“

„Wow Luc. I mean...“

„You mean?“ Lucas asked his brows raised in expectation, highly amused by Jens struggeling for anything to return without success. „I thought so. Hand-holding it is.“

„Fair enough.“ Jens gave in, checking the time in the bottom corner of his laptop. Sander had said to get together at half past five, but most of their group was already online.

„So you join first and I’ll follow in like five minutes?“ The boy next to him suggested and Jens had to admit, that it wasn’t a bad idea.

„I can’t believe we are doing this. Ready?“

„Same.“ Lucas agreed. „Ready.“

Clicking to join the chat, his screen immediately showed him most of his friends behind their cameras. Only Lucas and Moyo were missing. And though Jens expected that Sander was at the flatshare, he still was on his own, seperated from the rest. Well he definitely was going to share his screen for the tour Jens assumed.

„Ça va?“ Jens greeted, being immediately bombared with hello’s from everyone else.

“You took your damn time, bro I thought you wanted to just quickly get snacks from the kitchen?“ Aaron accused, recalling the last thing Jens had told them after class had ended. And to his defence he had done just that. Only he also had let Lucas in and made out with him for good ten minutes as soon as they had reached his room.

„I did.“ Jens quickly replied, presenting the still closed alibi bag of crisps next to him with his right hand. The other obviously was busy holding Lucas’s.

Who just then decided to join himself.

„Hello.“ Lucas said softly met with greetings by almost a dozen in return, Jens included. And for the briefest moment Jens saw the big flaw in their marvolous plan, but for some magical reason it didn’t happen. His fucking clever boy had put on a headset, that for some very perfect reason didn’t cause an echo or his voice to be picked up on it in the background. And vice versa. A technical miracle.

„Sorry, my mom is home. I have to be a bit quiet.“ Lucas excused himself, shrugging lightly, nobody seemed to mind. Fucking smart.

„No worries, glad that you could make it. Just Moyo missing and we can start.“ Sander grinned at him happily, as he looked over his screen towards the other four across of him, Jens imagined.

„It’s good to finally meet you.“ Jana said, pulling everyone’s attention on her. Of course, Jens noted, the two of them hadn’t met before, only via a couple of broad group messages.

„Hey, Jana right? You are the friend of the girls group who moved to the states?“ Lucas asked trying to recall from what he had been told so far.

„Exactly! And you are the hot dutch boy, everyone has a tiny crush on. Same though. I dig the style.“ She countered bluntely, making Lucas speechless as he blushed faintly starring into his camera.

„JANA!“ Almost everyone instantly yelled, half shocked, half laughing.

Moyo who just appeared in the bottom corner, looked very confused as the scene infront of him unfolded: „What the fuck did I miss?“

„Jana just straight up told Lucas that he is hot.“ Yasmina explained, grinning into her camera.

„Jens, do something about her. Seriously.“ Moyo demanded laughing now too.

„Agreed!“ Luca chimed in with a big thumbs up in front of her face.

„Why me?“ Jens snorted, shaking his head at his friends.

„Because she is your ex. Your responsibility, dude.“

„She is her own fucking person, Aaron. Geez.“

„Ex?“ Lucas voice interjected, eyebrows raised in question, smirking harder, very much entertained. It definitely was meant for Jens. What he wouldn’t give to just look over at the boy and tell him, that he could tell him everything later.

„Too long of a story.“ Zoë said, waving them off, before Noor took over, not really being in the know about their history either. Other than what she knew from Britt probably and that only would let assume nothing good.

„Let’s actually do the tour thing Sander prepared for and chill afterwards, till midnight, if you want to unpack your dating life.“ The pretty black haired girl suggested smiling at her camera. No one objected, instead everyone waited for Sander to start, who loaded up the website leading to the virtual tour.

„Okay, prepare to be mind-blown, because we are the best year the academy has ever seen in it’s entire history.“ Sander began melodramatic, waving his arms around, as he continued to guide the group from art piece to art piece. Always a grand story to tell for each of them.

Jens would note down to always have Sander with him, if he should decide to visit a museum or gallery in the future, because this was the most fun he ever had looking at art. The way Sander spoke was captivating. His eyes were twinkling. He was one hundred percent into his passion. And Jens was pretty sure it was what Robbe had fallen for first, because how could one not.

Eyes all on him, not a single person dared to interrupt the boy for almost the next ninety minutes, as they hung on every word spoken.

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beginning is a very brief homage to one of the best tiktok sound to exist...how is it not from a reality tv show? because it should! it’s fire

#week 3 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapped and faded #the whole group #and i can imagine sander just so well given this passionate tour

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