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mmk-art · 11 months

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Yandere bully 5wirl AU! x you

Yandere/dark content ahead - minors, sensitive people//people who just dont like this type of content DNI!

Warnings: General yandere behavior, NSFW, mention of cum, manipulation, bullying, college student x teacher relationship, Gn! reader/yn (AFAB). And I think that is.

So, lets start with this AU! Remember that english is not my first language, dont be harsh please. TuT

Bullying is something common in highschool, and not so common in college, but still the possibility is there, sadly. And that's exactly what happened to you.

You were so happy because finally you get a job as a teacher in Teyvat's college! But now that you have been working there for a while, you realized that anything is color pink... And less when you have five obssesives men following you around wherever you go, trying to catch your attention with the most dirty, mischievous and naughty tricks.

General information and desings of the boys (they are not intended to be on character).

Kazuha: 22 y.o - He is a charming and calm boy that hardly look like a bully, but he is. He rarely take the initiative (he sometimes do it, but is VERY rare.) but he always will follow their friends to whatever plan they have think now, mostly he is carried away by Venti, who is always thinking in new "games" to play with you.

He likes to give you a lot of gifts: a poem, a scarf that he himself have knit, a baked roll with cream that Venti helped him cook and have a weird flavour for some reason...

He is a gentleman, sometimes.

Xiao: 22 y.o - Harsh and rough, a man of few words that prefer just to act. He loves be dominant, so seeing you, with a pair of handcuffs while you are force to keep correcting their exams like that because they told you to, makes he feel a great pleasure running through his body.

Sometimes he can confused you. While you are correcting the exams, if you look up you can see Xiao looking at you like if he were deeply in love with you - probably he is - and even offer you help to correct them. But if you try to rest a little because your wrists hurts, he will tell you to keep working with the most demanding tone he can put and calling you lazy.

Venti: 22 y.o - Tecnically, there isn't a leader in this group of friends, but something that we can say for sure is that Venti always start the things. He looked so adorable and like if he couldn't hurt a fly at first. But now that you saw his real side, you know that he is actually very manipulative and sadist.

He like to play "games" with you, his favorite is hide and seek because he love the sensation of hunting you, and he loves to think that you are hidding somewhere wishing that he or any of the boys don't find you. But they will, because Venti is a little bastard that always make games that are impossible for you to win, and sometimes they are just obviously unfair.

"Come on! We are going to play hide and seek." "Huh? That your home is too small and theres not place to hide? Not my problem!"

"Let's play a game! You have to hold your breath for five minutes!"

And if you lost, they have the right to do whatever.they.want.with.you.

Heizou: 21 y.o - He don't have a point in between, he is very talkative or very quiet. He always is making jokes and telling stories that anyone really care in class, and he just do it to interrupt your lesson. And it works, and the best part for them, is that now they have your full attention again, good job, Heizou!

Surprisingly, he is very caring to you, when they all are satisfied and their cum is dripping down your legs, Heizou will be the first one on approach your exhausted body, give you a bath and carry you to bed. <3

Scaramouche: 22 y.o - The king of degradation. At least Venti can be kind to you - in his own way - when it come to sadism, and he will even be gentle from time to time - only in the start - but Scaramouche... Scaramouche don't have any mercy for you, if he is the first one getting you, he will start rough and fast without even preparing your body. That's why the other boys - Venti - never let him get you first.

He commonly insult random students during class just to catch your attention, because he knows that by protocole, you have to call out him yes or YES. And he dont like when you scold him, so after class, or you prepare yourself to be punished, or you think in something that could calm them down.

Teacher//you: age - (your choice). Its not weird to see you with a lot of lovebites and bruises. The boys have find out where you live, and now they spend more time in your house than in theirs, drying your fridge - and your wallet - always demanding food and alcohol.

If you think that you should go to the principal to tell her about your problem... Well, you already did, and the answer was very unpleasant for you.

"I will talk to them, but don't expect that something will change. I'm not new in this business, and I know how boys are. If anything, they will try to touch you more in secret".

And you feel your heart sinking in that moment. Finally you decide to tell to the principal that thank you, but no. You prefer if she don't talk to them because they will get angry and probably punish you, this time, harder.

The worst? That now you can't quit your work, because as I say, they know where you live and even if you quit, they will keep following you and doing whatever they want, just with the little diference that now you can't even pay your bills.

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super-paper · 12 days

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How do you think AFO would be taken out?

Hard to say! All the heroes uniting against him as ~the ultimate evil~ might seem satisfying on some level, but it also plays directly into AFO's toxic comic book narrative and it doesn’t really "engage" with his character in a totally satisfying way, if that makes sense. I'm firmly on team "afo shouldn't get what he wants, Ever" so I'm not a fan of any ending that merrily sends him off into his next life as a "demon lord" instead of actively trying to rip that mask from him. Hori hasn't really let me down on this front, yet-- and as I suspected, it does seem as though chapter 419's AFO is more or less picking up where body!AFO's character arc left off. AFO's core desires as a human and the immensely fragile "heart" he's hidden away are both things that are being directly challenged in the most recent chapter, too:

Izuku, the hero, constantly inspires others to come to his aid because he doesn't hide his humanity, his identity, or his struggles from others-- people see him fighting for his life and realize that he is "just like them," and that motivates them to rush to his side and offer help. Meanwhile, AFO finds himself completely alone because he wont let go of the demon lord role and accept his own humanity. Something something We Still Need To Know His Name smthing sm.

With all of that in mind, I still think the most appropriate way of defeating him involves forcing him to confront his own humanity + weakness in all its ugliness (which Hori has already been doing at a pretty steady rate this arc!) and ultimately forcing him to take responsibility for Yoichi's death. This might seem like a massive leap from the person AFO is right now, but depending on how things go, I do think Hori could pull it off.

Anyway, as for what I would like to see:

Personally, I would like an end where he willingly lets Yoichi go (and by proxy, finally lets Tenko go). Not because I think this would redeem him (it wont) or because I want him redeemed (i don't), but because I do feel like something along these lines would be the natural conclusion to his character arc and the best way to symbolize him accepting death/his mistakes. He came into the world desperately gripping onto Yoichi, and was unable to ever truly live or truly die due to his obsession-- so it makes sense to me that AFO will only be able to leave this world when he finally lets Yoichi go. Like.... even now, we see him stubbornly persisting with the idea of conquering the world even though he feels it's totally pointless-- with the implication that he's doing this because the demon lord role and the captain hero comics are literally the only thing he has atp that still connect him to Yoichi in some capacity.

If I end up being right and the OFA embers now exist within Tenko's body, then ideally, I still want some sort of conversation + resolution between the brothers before Yoichi finally passes on with the rest of the OFA embers. I'll admit that I've never been 100% fond of the idea of reading Izuku & Tenko's story as Yoichi/AFO's "good ending", simply because so much of Tenko's story is about reclaiming his own identity (+ detangling himself from his abusers) and so much of Izuku's story is about finding his own identity-- which is why I feel the final resolution to the OFAFO plot needs to be between AFO and Yoichi, not Izuku and Tenko.

I actually don't want Tenko to kill him! I think I've said this before, but I feel this outcome would be only satisfying to folks who want Tenko to have very surface-level revenge on his abuser w/o thinking about the effect this act would have on Tenko himself. I personally feel it wouldn't do Tenko any favors, mentally, since the crux of AFO's abuse involved convincing Tenko that he only exists to destroy. And people really hate to admit it, but-- Tenko sincerely loved AFO and I don't want him to have to repeat the tragedy of being forced to kill someone he loved all over again (even if they don't deserve that love by any stretch of the word). Like, a lot of people want Tenko to take AFO out the same way he took Kotaro out, but I feel this would only emphasize how Tenko and AFO are trapped in an endlessly repeating cycle.

side note: Kotaro coming directly from AFO's stomach/womb during the 270's vestige realm sequence feels extremely intentional now, what with the constant cannibalism and pregnancy imagery surrounding AFO and Tenko. MHA continues to be a masterful example of visual storytelling and Horikoshi continues to be a straight up freak for no real reason /positive!

A big part of Tenko's healing was always going to involve him confronting his feelings for Kotaro, specifically-- all of his love and disappointment and wishes and anger. And with that in mind, it feels like Hori is setting AFO up to act as a sort of Kotaro proxy for this next stretch of Tenko's character arc (even TomurAFO's current hairstyle and facial structure reminds me of a mix of Kotaro x AFO x Toshi.... Hori really said "Tomura's final character design is gonna be a mish-mash of every potential father-figure who has ever let him down byeeeeee :)" and he was sooooo sick for doing that wtf). Anyway, I know people like to joke about AFOtaro, but honestly, the narrative itself really does justify the read of Tenko being AFO and Kotaro's traumababy lmfao...., 😭

Also worth mentioning is that this iteration of AFO/TomurAFO has pupils, despite there being no Tenko component to his personality at this time. AFO's lack of pupils are textually/canonically meant to convey his inability to "see" others as people, so I'm very interested to see where Hori intends to take things from here.

#mha spoilers #all for one #shimura tenko #midoriya izuku

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deadjam6 · 1 month

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hi i made a-pose ref for my alastor and vox (grinning liek a cycle path) AND ALSO finally made a design for vox before he became a flatscreened FREAK (also changed some minor details on alastor)

also while making these me and my girlfreind crafted up the most awsome detective au with radiostatic and so many other things in it if u guys would be intrested to hear about it lmk cuz i woudl LOVE TO TLAK BAOUT (eye twitcing)

fun facts about these desings-

alastor has sharp canines ................... thats all i got for him, i guess also he has cheek fluff but his stupid hair covers that

i already made an entire post about modren vox 🥱🥱🥱 but older vox, he DOES have a dorsal fin, vox removed htat durning upgrade cuz it was impractical tho, also on older vox there are fins on his forarms but they are small enough as to where they dont poke out of his sleeves, and when he gets pissed off his mouth will become rainbow like his ties colors

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin redesign #hazbin au #staticlovetune #staticradio #radiostatic #my art #headcanon

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anarchy-n-glitter · 2 days

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The Good, The Bad, and...

Summary: Lucy and The Ghoul encounter a shadowy figure from his past while on their way to New Vegas. This stranger, nicknamed Red Eyes, is intent on collecting a bounty on The Ghoul as a means to settle a feud between the two after they were betrayed by him. Will Red Eyes succeed, or will they have a change of heart based on their complicated feelings toward the man? (Cooper Howard x OC/reader) Words: 2,941

A/N: I forgot to post chapter 1 of this on here sorry guys. Anyway this is low key a Star Wars AU because as a Cad Bane fan I simply could not help myself so this is technically kind of a follow up to this fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

From the Desert Comes a Stranger

“I’ve taken down so many of dese clones over da years…” Her father began in his heavily accented manner, sighing, and pushing his hat back with his pointer finger as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The red of his irises were somehow muted by the red lenses of the goggles he wore, which made it hard to see the look in his eyes as it was. He quickly dropped to his knees and with a single swipe of his knife he removed something from the clone’s body. She couldn’t quite make out what it was before he pocketed it.

He turned around quickly, pointing his gloved finger up at her. She straightened up.

“Now, Ciella, what ya need to know is…” He handed her the bloodied knife, closing her fingers around the hilt and holding her smaller hand in his. It was one of the only times he made a tender gesture towards her other than the odd hug here and there.

“Once you figure out one da rest are easy.” She had to wonder what the point of all this was.

When they arrived on the site - an old, decrepit warehouse with a caved-in roof - her father was quick to corner the clone that now lay dying before them. He tried his best to grab the gun that was strapped to his leg, fumbling with it and managing to point it in her father’s general direction before he was gunned down. Two shots in the chest from the looks of it, shots that left the man (clone) heaving and wheezing on the floor with blank eyes, and she knew that’s what he wanted to happen. If he wanted to shoot the man in the head he would have. He was the fastest shot in the Wasteland, and it would stay that way for many years.

“Now, I want ya to take dat knife dere and,” He finally stood and moved her closer to the dying man. “Yer gonna have to cut his throat, unless ya want to hear him scream. I’m not against it but it’s best dat we keep him quiet. Don’t want any stragglers comin’ in and takin’ us by surprise.”

Ciella drew in a deep breath as she knelt down beside the man. His blank eyes suddenly held so much emotion, it was a look she’d seen in her own eyes a few times before. Mostly on dark nights in the Jewel as she listened to the way men spoke to her mother… and the way her father spoke to her at times. It was the look she saw in the mirror after she saw how her mama took care of those men - their purple, mangled faces contorted in pain and their eyes bloodshot staring up at her, and their hands clutched around their throats.

This man was in pain, and he was afraid of dying.

There was a large tattoo on the side of his face, around his eye. It was a symbol, most likely belonging to whatever faction he belonged to since escaping his vault. From what she overheard her dad discussing, Vault 66 seemed to be defunct, with the clones created within revolting and escaping into the Wasteland. He had been hunting down the clones for the last five years, among other things. She never quite understood why anyone would flee a vault to live on the surface.

Her father took the respirator off of his face, letting it hang below his chin. She felt more at ease at this, happy to hear his own, unmodified voice walking her through what she was about to do. Her heart was beating fast and felt like it had leapt into her throat. She glanced at the open ceiling and focused on the large, white moon that hung in the deep blue sky.

Perhaps the sky full of swirling stars would be enough to comfort her.

“When he’s dead, cut off da part of his face with da tattoo and hand it to da Tin-Man. Den we can go home.” He instructed. Ciella hesitated.

The clone looked at her, stared her down, silently begging her for mercy. He was just a clone, and he was wanted so he must have done something bad, right? She looked back at her dad, who had pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his bright red eyes staring back at her expectedly. Tufts of navy blue hair peeked out from under his hat and over his goggles and his lips were curved into a small smile.

He actually looked like a supportive father for the first time in his life.

Ciella made her decision at that moment, and the girl at only eight years old turned around and drove the knife into the clone’s throat. His eyes widened and met her gaze for a moment and she felt her heart drop. He groaned and wheezed, the blood gurgling in his throat as the crimson substance dribbled from the corners of his mouth. A sputtering cough had his blood spraying across her face and she wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. She tried not to heave at the disgusting feeling.

On instinct, she pulled the knife from his throat and drove it back into his flesh. Over and over. A larger, warmer hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her mid motion.

“Dere ya go.” Her father smiled wider as pride swelled in his chest. His baby would be a killer, just like he was. “After dis I’ll teach ya everyding I know.”

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The sun bore down unbearably upon the duo traveling along the Mojave Desert. It had been miles and miles of desert between the Griffith Observatory and the place the Ghoul was certain Lucy’s father was heading. The vaultie was starting to fall behind, clearly tired from the constant moving. It was hard to find shelter all the way out here, and unfortunately for her the Ghoul didn’t feel comfortable stopping out in the open.

They had traveled through a few settlements at that point, each one growing more and more decrepit and sparse. The people were quieter and hid away in their own corners of the small towns, eyeing the Ghoul and his traveling companion wearily. The whispers and glares of the different townsfolk hardly made for good hospitality, if anything it was that fact that drove him away from each place. Something was happening, someone said something, and he felt it was too risky to stop for a few nights in any of the settlements.

The last place they’d been to was a day’s walk away at this point, and the talk amongst the people in that saloon made him deeply uncomfortable. Then there was the body.

In the sandy dunes of the last settlement they had been to laid a man with sun kissed skin and snow white hair stained at the temples with red. The poor man had his brains blown out, by who… well, let’s just say he had a good idea of who it was. It was clear the job was done quickly, the man clearly didn’t see them coming, and the fact the man’s armor and other supplies went untouched raised even more alarm bells. He got them out of there quickly and quietly.

Unfortunately for Lucy, the Ghoul was one-track minded at the moment. His family was out there, he could feel it. There was a reason he kept going for over two hundred years, and he would not let those years of anguish be in vain.

He would kill anyone who tried to get between them.

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can stop, right?” Lucy sounded hoarse, tired. He wished he could answer her truthfully. He hadn’t traveled this far into the desert before, and the way the sun seemed to hang so high in the sky for so long made him question whether anyone ventured that far, let alone set up shop. He shrugged.

The dunes seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, with only a few rocky formations on the horizon. A few dried plants littered the ground here and there, somehow finding the strength to grow in such a harsh climate. It was a wonder anything was able to grow and flourish after the bombs. Maybe he should have sent the vaultie to ask for some sort of transport back at the saloon instead of being stubborn like he usually was.

“Maybe that person’s coming from a settlement down that way?” The Ghoul froze, feeling himself go numb.

Among the dancing heatwaves stood a dark-clad figure on the horizon.

They stood still, any discernible features hidden by a wide-brimmed hat and respirator over the figure’s mouth. The wind blew and kicked up dust and whipped the figure’s coat to the side, revealing the large holster against their hip. Their dark attire starkly contrasted with the bright blue sky and pale sand.

The words of the men in the saloon ran through his mind.

Someone’s lookin’ for a ghoul just like ya! There was a bounty put out not too long ago, I think it’s been taken offa the board. A lotta caps goin’ for that guy. He considered that a warning at the time.

Anyway, it looked like the guy who took the bounty was Red Eyes. He had the goggles an’ everything, but we all thought he was dead.

And Red Eyes was supposed to be dead. He died around five or six years ago.

The figure in front of him was a ghost.

Red Eyes stopped a good twenty feet in front of them, standing perfectly still. The wind shifted again and from beneath the wide-brimmed hat came a tuft of navy blue hair that blew in the breeze. The desert was all too quiet now, and it felt like something from one of his old movies. Red Eyes felt like an old western villain, dark and ominous, seemingly a force of nature. He worried the figure wasn’t only after him.

“Lucy, you should head back.” The Ghoul muttered, putting a hand out to stop her from moving any further. She stared at the figure for a moment, suddenly afraid because of the Ghoul’s reaction.

“It’s only one person.” She muttered. “Maybe they’re lost?” The Ghoul stayed silent. He would not repeat himself.

Her doe-like eyes flickered to him and she noticed the way his mouth was set in a seemingly permanent frown. His whole body looked stiff, like a cornered animal. She nodded, understanding finally, before turning on her heel to make a run for it.

The Ghoul watched as the stranger glanced in Lucy’s direction. Red Eyes observed her, seemingly studying her like an unbothered predator eyeing a nearby animal knowing it couldn’t do anything to stop it. He grit his teeth and took a few steps forward, spurs jangling with each stride.

This was not good.

“Now I know that fancy getup you got on is not yours.” He began through a false bravado, flashing teeth that used to be a pearly white. It was so easy for him to slip back into a role, something he had been doing this entire time. Yet, this time, he was given the chance to play the good guy. It felt unfamiliar somehow, after all, it had been several years since he’d done such a thing. He was almost grateful for this stranger’s theatrics. “Who might you be? Cause you sure as hell ain’t Red Eyes… he’s dead.”

He knew all too well who this was.

Red Eyes looked up, the red goggles reflecting the bright sun and making it impossible to see past their lenses. More of the stranger’s hair seemed to flow from behind them, long strands of navy waving in the wind like a flag. Their stance shifted from one of leisure to subtly looking like they would pounce. The stranger moved their coat away from their hip, revealing the large gun strapped to their form.

“I’d be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you.” The heavily modulated voice called out. “Or lack thereof.”

The Ghoul bit his tongue. “I’m assuming that corpse we found back there was you, then? Certainly wasn’t the handiwork of any ol’ fiend.”

“Wasn’t much work.” Red Eyes spat quickly. “Was a clone. They're easy. Woulda gotten in my way.” Their accent, even through the voice changer, was thick. Louisiana, most likely from the New Orleans area.

“You’re here for me.” He didn’t feel the need to ask. He threaded his thumbs through the belt loops on his trousers, opting to seem more relaxed than he was. He knew Red Eyes would see right through his guise.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Their hand twitched beside their gun. He eyed them wearily.

“Well, I’m not goin’ willingly.” A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from the stranger.

“I never said I was gonna take ya in alive.” They answered, voice cold with an edge to it. He fought the urge to argue, to call their bluff, for doing so would be too risky.

Truthfully, Red Eyes had every reason to want him dead. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since they last saw each other. Five long years since he turned the fellow bounty hunter in for killing a crime lord. Five years since he left them for dead. This would be a fitting end for their little rivalry, even if it wasn’t always that way.

But he wouldn’t go down just yet. Not without a fight.

He had to find another way to fight them. A quick draw duel would mean a death sentence for him, unfortunately. Red Eyes was and still is the quickest draw in the Wasteland. He would have to throw them off somehow, say something to really disarm them.

He did the only thing he could think of, and instead of indulging in the stranger - instead of going for his gun - words that he never thought he would say slipped from his dry, cracked lips.

“Ciella, I’m sorry.”

Red Eyes froze. Their hand was still dangerously close to their gun’s grip. Over the wind, he vaguely heard the sharp, uneven intake of air from the figure. The breeze picked up again, blowing open the stranger’s coat to reveal the figure of a woman.

“It’s a bit late fer that, isn’t it, cher?” It most definitely was her. “I came ta finish the job. I shoulda known a coffin wouldn’t hold yer ass.”

Cooper held back a laugh. Ciella Bane was an ally at one point, and maybe even a friend, but the moment her picture was up on one of those boards he knew their partnership was over. Someone was offering a hefty reward for whoever could bring the bounty brat in, preferably alive.

That was his mistake. He knew he probably should have killed her while she was sleeping and taken the smaller reward for her corpse. Killing her like this would be a pain in the ass.

“You wanna take off that ridiculous getup and let me see you?” He taunted, much to Ciella’s dismay. He just had to hit her where it hurt, get her emotional and in her head so she missed when she inevitably shot at him. However, it had been a few years, he couldn’t be sure that trick would still work.

Though with dear ol’ daddy not around to give her more of his tips and tricks he doubted she would have improved much more than the last time they brawled.

Ciella scoffed. “The last thing you’ll see are these goggles. Everyone’s gotta know it was Red Eyes who took ya out, ghoul.” She spat, though there was a sadistic playfulness in her voice. Cooper rolled his eyes.

“I got places to be, girl.” Cooper countered with equal venom. He was getting antsy, and he felt she was wasting his time. “Let us through and…” He stopped.

What would he do? What could he do? What could he possibly offer her where she wouldn’t be on his trail while he and Lucy trekked the Wasteland on a wild goose chase? Ciella coming back from whatever corner of the world she ran off to after burying him alive was the last thing he wanted.

“Let us through and we can finish this some other time. I’ll tell you where I’ll be and you come find me.” He offered finally, feeling the weight of his words in his chest. He wouldn’t give up finding his family so she could have her petty revenge, but maybe one day, when everyone around him was gone and he knew his daughter was safe and could live a happy life, he would go to Ciella and let her put him out of his misery.

“We do this here and now.” The bounty hunter replied. “That head o’ yers is fetchin’ a pretty penny. Figured it was better I did it than some chem addicted fiend on the street.” Her words were purposefully inflammatory. She was doing the same thing he was.

She straightened up again, mimicking the stance of a cowboy in a western getting ready to draw, and Cooper knew what it meant. She wasn’t giving him a choice. They’d done this dance once before, and unfortunately for him it didn’t end well.

The Ghoul sighed and moved his coat from his holster, and he mirrored her stance. “This ain’t gonna go the way ya think it will, sweetheart.”

“I doubt that.” That same, robotic voice answered, yet he knew she was still all too human underneath.

#cooper howard x oc #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #star wars au #fallout fanfic #cooper howard #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x oc #fallout #cad bane mention!!!#so #cad bane #fallout tv series

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nikox400x · 2 months

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Kung Fu Panda 4-All the budget went to the animation (spoilers)

Hey all, its me, the guy who everyday make a tour around this site but almost never talk. How are ya?

Two days ago something arrived to the cinema's screens, something that me and everyone were waiting for since 2018, the fourth film and the begginig of the new kung fu panda triology.

You know? When I sat on that theather seat with my friends to see what Dreamworks had prepared for us, I told myself; "Maybe that post I made a while ago throwing shit at what seemed like Kfp 4 was going to be was a bit hard, I hope I can come out regretting what I said that time"

And as soon as the credits ended, it was clear to me, I dont regret a shit. Maybe it was a little exaggerated, compared to what a megamind fan would think about the terrible sequel they made, but still: the film is crappy and boring most of the time. But why?

I'm going to explain some points.

1- Po? Is that you?

I don't know you guys, but i don't think the panda we knew in the end of the third film is the same as this one. Seriously, he share more comparisons with the Po from the legend of awessonless than the one from the films, maybe its a personal thing but it feels that way. At least in the beggining of the film feel like that.

And I don't know what he was thinking about when he decided to follow a thief he doesn't know at all and who tried to steal in his own palace, and that suspiciously know who is the chameleon, whose were her plans, her past, where she lived, where exacly they had to pass through avoiding all the guard inside her home, why the others thiefs of the city hate her so much... With Po's experience with criminals this is like a chef throwing water on a pan with boiling oil, it's obvious what is going to happen.

2- Zheng- Female Nick Wilde but without charisma or half of his intelligence.

I knew it from the first moment I saw Zheng's desing, the people who know me can corroborate that; her facial expressions, her tone while she talk, her animal race, her position as thief, her final when she is part of the justice same as the protagonist... it's clearer than water I think.

Everyone could say this is forgivable if she's smart, but surprise, she's not. This character is just an absurd try of this company for """"conect with infant audience""""(I don't know in what sense, I supose for the cute design, idk). But the point is, the supposed objective of the hollywood companies is give the new generetions better things than we got at their age, but what I see is laziness for write a decent scrip only for take an advantage of a known IP and make easy money. Even the children have quality standars, this is not the dragon warrior and of course this is not kung fu panda.

And talking about the dragon warrior, having our deep and lovely Tigress with her magnific development or Tai Lung back from the spirit realm... why in the hell this character exists?! Oh yeah, for being trending topic in twitter for three days. Yay...

3- The furious five and Shifu, for us : our pretty boys, and for Dreamworks: living jokes.

What made Kung Fu Panda what it is, is not the fucking panda, it's them. They're the inspiration for Po, their allies, the royale representation of kung fu and the ones which everything started with.

Po's a comic relief, and his mission is show his development in part using his humor, but the humor in this film barely works because of the lazy script. Something that even the talented Jack Black himself can't fix, beacuse his only role there is dublin his character, unlike the rest of the residents of the Jade Palace except Dustin Hoffman.

Seth Rogen (Mantis) himself even said that he wasn't even contact by Dreamworks in the first place, only for make a scream in the credits, that's sad beacause he really wanted to see Mantis on the screen. And I know and I understand that the five are expensive, but cmon, they could just simply change the voice actors and offset it with a good script but that's not the case of course. Their role in the film is being a counter for Po's constant jokes, for not to saturate the spectator with jokes, now that's not in there anymore, thank you Dreamworks.

4-The chameleoooohhn and her "motivation".

I can't say much, basically because out of her design she's nonsense. She says that because of her size, she was reyected for being a kung fu warrior.

Yeah of course but only one little thing, what about Shifu? Viper, a warrior without tips? Mantis, literally a dawn insect? Master Oogway, a TURTLE? The masters goose? C'mon even there's a fucking master chicken! Don't talk shit chameleon!

Her importance for the plot? Its almost a lie, the others villains had links to important characters; Tai Lung (with his link to Shifu's past), Shen (with his link to Po's past) or Kai (with his link to Oogway's past), all of them related to important characters. And her? To zheng's past and present I guess? But again, anyone know this character. She's like a villain from a Disney show, you know the type of villain who say a lot of things but at the end, she don't support nothing to the lore.

And her personality is like a mix of all the previous villains, and this sounds good right? HAHAH nope. Do you remember when as a child you mixed all the plasticines of all the colors to create the final color and you ended up with a color similar to poop? well that's exacly how her personality feels like.

5- Po's dads; the only reason they're there is because they ran out of characters to make the film.

The tittle itself tell everything, they don't do anything for the script in all the film, and their objective could be done since the start.

The script of the film except for the final looks like a draft which they didn't know how to complete, everyone who watch it can see it perfecly. The animation, the music and the backgrounds are the only things notable here.

6- Tai Lung and the cheapness nostalgia.

Fan service is not necesarry bad, above all if is used in a good way, they sold us Tai Lung as a miracle but his importance for the plot feels just like a Stan Lee cameo, I like Tai Lung I can say that. But this is too weak, Shen and Kai are only characters in the background who don't do nothing except being defeated or make facial expressions (I don't even joke that Shen would show respect to Po considering what we saw in the second movie, and Kai wasn't supposed to be destroyed as a spirit, what the hell is he doing here again? *sign* I'll to stop trying to make sense of this).

By the way, anyone else think that the dragon warrior role is understimated? I mean Shifu obligated Po to transfers the role to another one just because yes, i mean he only has been the dragon warrior for less than 5 years and now they want to replace him with a random. Everything just for at the end, he choosed a thief with at least 30 crimes registred and who was a traitor during the 75% of the movie.

7- The """""""""humor"""""""", except they forgot the parts where I must to laugh.

Seeing nonsense hits only beacuse yes stopped of being funny a long time ago, and no, I don't want to talk about the bunnies of the portrait because I would get sick. I had to go to the cinema drunk to endure the filler that the movie had, no joke, it was the only way to laugh at those jokes.

So I think about applying the same method as in any movie with bad jokes, ignoring the jokes. I tried to do the same thing but with the pace that the film managed, such a thing was impossible, the pace of the movie seems to be made for Tiktoker children with attention deficit. From the chaos in the quarry until Po takes the bitc... uhg fox out of prison, only 10 fucking minutes pass, all of that for what? So that you feel like the baseless information and the nonsensical plot that they tell us is of any use? they could simply make a non-canonical short and that's it, but no, yes or they were going to tell us a story written by rotten old men who spend the entire day watching Tik Tok. It's not going to be that the child who sees this doesn't get bored, we know that much today's children don't have many neurons as they say, but even to make movies for them you have to have a certain talent.

In some point at the beguining Po make a joke about the ausence of the furious five saying that at least he had them in cardboard posters, and this would be a good joke. Only if the stupid film could be prove that the franquise can do something memorable without the furious five, but again, that's not the case.

Don't have any respect for this movie, look what it had with you. I understand that it is enjoyable because of the animation but it does not go beyond that line, it destroys important things about the canon and spoils its teaching about the need for change by treating it in a terrible way.

Coclusion: KFP 4 is just another Po's adventure as Shifu says, it won't tell nothing to you or make you feel different, it's a shame but after Megamind 2 I imagined something like this. It's a dark era for film, expecially the animated one so like Scar said; Be prepare, there're worse things waiting for us.

Do you want something with real quality? You don't even need kung fu panda 1,2 or 3, for make it easy to this film let's take this marvelous example; kung fu panda: secrets of the scroll (2016). You'll say; "An animated short, this is not like-" Shhh Just watch it, you won't regret it.

If you think I'm wrong in something, just rewatch the film. And if still you aren't agreed with me, well, I respect you and I'm happy you like it. I wish I could love it as you do, but that doesn't mean that the movie isn't bad, because if you watch it with your brain on or remembering the previous movies it's terrible.

. Me? I've to write a story, I love you all. Except you, Dreamworks, I'm mad with you, expecially when you do this at the same day as Akira Toriyama's death :(

#kung fu panda #secrets of the scrolls #kung fu panda 4 #kung fu panda 2 #tigress #furious five #akira toriyama #dreamworks #po ping #lord shen #tai lung #general kai #kung fu panda 3 #the lion king

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h7jfangirl · 2 months

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TGS UPTADE (Chapter Cover) ✨🎩

I love this one, I think it's my favorite cover until this point.

Jekyll has his old outfit I LOVE THE REFERENCES

Guys, ITS THE OLD DESING GUYS.

When I saw this cover, my first thoughs of it weren't the most pessimist, really

The colors are soft and lighter, and the place looks beautiful and peacful, it gave me nostalgic vibes but I mostly felt... Comfort

So I though this chapter would be the star of the final redemption arc of Jekyll's and Hyde's relationship, the chapter where all their fight would finally end for good and start to actually accept themselfs and work together as a team

I interpret Hyde's expression as a "Wait what!?" Reaction to actual self-love coming from Jekyll, and read the name of this chapter as something of "We are a team! We are together in this! So if one of us goes down, we are going down together! I would never ever leave you alone!" Like a thing of friendship or Brotherhood even.

But after reading the Comment Section in the page, I finally notice that something was off in the cover, a simple detail telling that this may not be a 'end of the conflict' type of chapter

And that simple detail...

It's Jekyll

I really hope he goes insane in this chapter, like ACTUAL insanity, I love when a calm character goes through a 'madness arc' and sadly I don't see it often so I WANNA SEE SOME GOOD SHIT.

Jekyll is grabing Hyde's clothes very strongerly, you can feel the anger on his grabing and how close he puts his face towards Hyde's.

His body says "I'm about to kick this asshole's ass"

But the thing is that he is also... Smiling. You can't see his eyes but there is a shadow on them that you can tell something it's not okay, something it's wrong with Henry but not in the "Poor victim" type that we always had see him before, on the whole comic

But in "This man is dangerous" type

So, with that grin and his body looking agressive towards Hyde, you can said Edward may be in danger in this chapter.

Predictions~

Now, everybody agrees that the place we were shown it's actually part of Jekyll's mind, a memory actually. So, I think that somehow Jekyll and Edward will both go inside their memories, to see what were the events that lead them to this specific moment

Maybe with Frankestein's help, in a intent of her to understand the experiment's true nature, also trying to help Jekyll and Hyde to they can finally understand it too (THEY ARE TAKING A THERAPY SESSION TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL)

They go both inside their own memories because the transformation got worse, and now their body is unconsious, so it would be only Jekyll and Hyde alone inside their mind, finally being able to stand in the same room at the same time, and netheir of them knowing what will happend outside, now that Frankestein knows their secret and the mob it's still out there

So of course, Henry wouldnt have someone who could help him and calm himself, so he is blaming Hyde for the situation as Hyde avoiding the accusations and also blaming Henry too. The rest of the chapter would be about them looking at their memories and reflecting about their actions

But of course, I can imagine two final scenarios happening, based on the scenario shown on the cover actually happening. They finally go together to see a old memory, and they are both close to the cliff, seeing the place

So, Henry finally has the conclusion of blaming Hyde for all the situation, and snaps angst him, deciding to end this just right there, now that he is able to touch and feel Edward's skin as if he had his own body, as a another person he can fully touch

So there is two options:

Jekyll's grabs Hyde's clothes and makes both of them jump to the water, accepting the death as a end but making sure to drag Hyde with him as well, so it feels actually worth it. Of course this being a moment similar to Hyde's ephifany when he is told that he could take down Jekyll as well.

But of course, in this case we'll see Jekyll's perspective to this words "Taking you down with me" (I love how similar they are, even if they turned out to be so different from each other, somehow they are still the same person)

Or, there is this other option. Jekyll actually dosen't jump to the cliff but instead, he shove Hyde to the cliff in a intent of murder him, being mostly like a metaphoric suicide rather than a direct one (Because they are the same person after all). The reason why Jekyll is also jumping in the cover may be a symbolic jump as "Going insane/Jumping the cliff of sanity" for doing something so brutal that the normal and sane Dr Jekyll wouldnt do... Push a person on a cliff, to kill them. So not only this would be a intent to kill Hyde but at the same time accidently murder the person he used to be, the good Dr Henry Jekyll

(Jekyll also jumping can be more like of "how he feels" rather than something literal, he feels atrap and his only company is Hyde, and I dare to say he is the person Jekyll hates the most at this point).

Of course, in any scenario, nethier of them would actually die (yet) because there is like two chapters left to finish this comic, duh

But I like to think about the Second Option. Because it could also explain those spoiler images Sage share in their social media a while ago

There it was another one with Jekyll with a lot of bottles around but I couldn't find it.

Because I think it would fit in. After pushing Hyde on the cliff Jekyll goes out and takes back the body's control and fix the angry mob problem, thinking he has done right in killing Hyde, when actually you can see that he dosen't has his normal eyes anymore but now has Hyde's bags in him (Of course, it could be for the fact that he climp up the society to get in the roof, but I don't think he would like to being seen very tired) meaning that Jekyll has change, in a more hyde-like way. Hyde is not death, and Jekyll's actions will have more consequences, as long they keep fighting each other there will be no end to their problems.

So, this is the tgs UPTADE. I like everyone in the fandom started to make theories like crazy and I love every single one of them.

Sorry for my bad english hehe bye~

#he used to #the glass scientists #tgs jekyll #tgs #tgs update #tgs hyde #sorry for my bad english #henry jekyll #tgs laynon #I want insane Jekyll so baaaad #and not something like oh it's Hyde directly controling his body #no I want Jekyll just Jekyll damnit #I think it would be cool if in this point we start to see how Jekyll and Hyde would slowly swap their roles #not only in their personalitys but fisically #as Hyde realising the depth of his actions he starts to look more like Jekyll (Like before Henry made the formula) and #as Jekyll starts to losing it he eventually looks more like Hyde #so basically #they slowly turn into the other #but of course they keep their original colors #so the finally showdown would be them facing their worst and best treats and finally accept every aspect of themselfs #of course I imagine Hyde acting more sweet and soft as a Jekyll #and Jekyll being actually more sinester and elegant as a Hyde #like they are still themselfs somehow but now with the other aspects of their personalitys #the good and the bad ones duh #they both have flaws so yeah I think that can work

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welcome-back-to-hoimycraf · 2 months

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Mumbo was having an awful night.

Well- not really. It was actually quite nice on the surface; Jellie snuggled up against his side, Scar humming softly to thaerself in the kitchen, the sweet scent of baking cookies wafting throughout the room. Honestly, it would be a great night under normal circumstances! Only, these weren’t normal circumstances. Tonight, Mumbo would tell his partner that he’s nonbinary.

He’d realized this about himself about two months ago. The subject of imposter syndrome brought up to his therapist turned into a discussion on identity, then self worth, and finally circled into him making a rather important discovery. Of course, Mumbo immediately had to tell Grian, making the avian the only other person who knew. And now he was going to tell the other most important person in his life, Scar, as well. He still felt a bit silly, being twenty-eight and only now figuring out a core aspect of his identity, but he couldn’t change things now.

His leg shook with nervous energy as he stroked Jellie’s back. Her purring was helping, if only slightly. He appreciated it nonetheless. Honestly, he wished he could be Jellie right about now. No worries about gender or coming out or losing your partner or anything like that. Lucky, he thought as he glanced at her contently sleeping face.

“Earl gray or chamomile tonight, my lovely mustach-ioed friend?” Scar’s voice called from the kitchen. Well, would it even be a call if the man was standing five feet away?

Mumbo flushed a bit at the compliment even though he’d heard it a million times and counting. “Chamomile, please.” He could probably use the relaxation it would grant him if his distressed mustache twirling was any proof of his mental state.

The nymph leaned over the back of the couch where Mumbo was lying to flash him a handsome smile. “Coming right up, beautiful!” And as quick as he appeared, ny were gone.

The taller snickered at that, though his chest filled with warmth. It was weird, how much he liked to be called more feminine terms over masculine ones once he’d done all that thinking about his gender. Though, he found that he didn’t mind the want for change.

The tapping of Scar’s forearm crutches brought him back into reality. He looked over to where the sound was coming from only to find a steaming cup of tea already being handed his way. He sat up and provided a quick thank you before taking the saucer, Scar leaning down to place a small plate of warm, gooey white chocolate macadamia nut cookies on the coffee table. Mumbo breathed in the frankly delicious smell of the freshly baked goods. He always loved the other’s cooking (and if his sweet tooth could have a say in it, he loved the sweets best).

Mumbo glanced to his right where Scar was settling next to him on the couch with their own cup and plate of chocolate chip cookies (he never liked white chocolate much), resting their crutches on the arm of the couch. Jellie took the opportunity to immediately leave her comfy spot for Scar as xae sat.

He let out a mock gasp. “Traitor! Betrayal of the highest order!”

Scar just rubbed her head and giggled as she made herself comfortable in their lap. “She just loves her father, she can’t help it.”

“I’m, like, her other par-” Mumbo cut himself off before slipping up, “father!” He cringed at the use of the term. It seemed like ever since realizing he was nonbinary, every masculine term hurt worse and worse each time it was said.

If Scar noticed anything wrong, she didn’t show it, only waving his hand in playful dismissal. “She’s like this with Cub, too, and she’s known him for almost as long as me. Don’t worry about it.”

Mumbo huffed in fake offense, picking up a cookie and holding his hand under it in an attempt to not to get crumbs all over his sweater while he took a bite. “Foh my goodnefss, dese are delicess,” he mumbled through a mouthful of dough and chocolate.

Scar giggled and swatted him lightly. “Don’t speak with your mouth full, it’ll teach Jellie bad manners!” They gasped, pressing her hands to Jellie’s ears (which the cat quickly slipped out of).

They bickered lovingly back and forth for a bit before a comfortable silence passed over them. Well, it might’ve been comfortable if it didn’t bring Mumbo back into panic mode. He was at a crossroad. On one hand, they were having such a nice time and he didn’t want to ruin it, but on the other, if he didn’t tell Scar, he’d hate their time spent together for the rest of his life. He never wanted to hear the words man, or dude, or sir, gentleman, or fellow, or Mr. ever again. So, really, there was only one option-

“Mumbo?”

“Huh?” The mustached asked, jumping slightly. How long had he been calling him?

Scar titled faer head. “Are you alright?”

Mumbo let out a strained laugh. “Yup! Never been better!” He gulped. That wasn’t very convincing.

The nymph was just giving him a look of concern and Mumbo sighed. It was now or never, he supposed. “L-look I…” he trailed off before taking a deep breath and gathering his (albeit, very small) courage. “I have something to tell you.”

The other looked a bit distressed at the words, but urged his partner to continue.

Mumbo cleared his throat. “I’m nonbinary,” he blurted out quickly, just to get it over with.

Scar blinked in shock. “Oh,” she paused before leaning closer and resting a hand on Mumbo’s arm. “Wait- is this what you’ve been so nervous about all night?”

This time it was Mumbo’s turn to be shocked. “What do you mean- I’ve been perfectly normal and not anxious!”

The nymph gave him a deadpan look. “Mumbo, we both know that’s a lie.”

He let out a sigh of defeat. “Yeah, but- So you’re not…. mad at all?”

The man looked appalled at that. “What? Mumbo, I’m trans, why would I be mad that you’re nonbinary?”

Oh, right. He kinda forgot that it would be hypocritical of them. “I don’t know, maybe because I’m your partner?”

Scar’s expression softened and he cupped Mumbo’s face in his hands, which he couldn’t help but lean into. “You know that doesn’t matter to me. I love you, regardless of what your gender is or what pronouns you use.”

A wave of bittersweet relief washed through him and Mumbo couldn’t help when tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped them away before they could fall and took a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

His partner took his hand and kissed the back of it, helping him wipe his face. When Mumbo opened his eyes again, Scar was already handing him his (somehow still warm) tea. “So, do you have a new name or pronouns you’d like to go by? I could help you pick some out!” He suggested, almost bouncing with excitement at the prospect.

Mumbo chuckled softly as he took a sip. “Sadly, no,” with that Scar playfully deflated, wiping a fake tear from his eye, “I still use he/him and go by Mumbo. Though, I would like to drop the masculine descriptors- if that’s alright.”

“Of course it is!” Scar clapped his hands together with glee. “Oh, I’m so happy you’ve told me! Are you ok with feminine ones?”

The taller shrugged. He figured a change of pace would be nice. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

The builder cackled mischievously and Mumbo briefly regretted his answer. “I can’t wait to introduce you as my girlfriend.”

At that, the mustached burst out laughing. “We’re not even dating!”

Scar only grinned smugly. “They don’t know that. Just me and my beautiful queer-platonic girlfriend have to know.”

Mumbo flushed a bit more as they giggled in sync. The nymph pressed their foreheads together and squeezed him around the shoulders. “Love you, Mumbo.”

He couldn’t help but embrace the warmth filling his chest as he hugged Scar back. “I love you, too.”

#fanfic #my fanfic #hermitfic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft 9 #hermitshipping #kinda #mumscar #redscape #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar

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caramelarr0w055 · 2 months

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BAD NEWS

Guys, today is a sad day. One C//A shipper compared chaggie ( Charlie x Vaggie; characters from hazbin hotel and one of the best wlw ships and it's healthy ) with c*tradora and here is the proof:

" blonde overpowered bimbo princess with too much optimism " ok, first of all Charlie is not overpowered, she's the PRINCESS of hell ofc she's gonna be the most powerfull but we saw too how Adam could defeat her before Lucifer came also Adora is not overpowered, C*tr* actually is the one overpowered for defeating she-ra almost in every battle without training, also about the " optimism " part i disagree in Adora's part because she's not like Charlie or Rapunzel who are happy all the time and i don't like how the fandom treat Adora 'cause just because she's blonde and the favorite one.

" and her unsure yet scary violent, Hispanic gf with a wierd eye desing and a tragic backstory ) excuse me but have we watch the same show ? Vaggie is not scary and violent ? she's just doing her job as manager of the hotel and she treated Sir Pentious bad because before he tried to kill them. Vaggie is just a cute angel who deserve love and everything. Also i'm not sure if vaggie is hispanic i would search that but C*tr* is not hispanic she's just a cat and about the wierd eye is extremely disrespectful to vaggie because Lute cut her eye and C*tr*'s eye it's heterochromia ( for those who don't know the meaning, heterochromia is when a person borns with different color of eyes, i mean that instead of both eyes be yellow or blue like C*tr*'s eyes it's one yellow and the other blue ) but that's the character desing and finally for tragic backstory vaggie's story is so much better than C*tr*, i mean she went from an angel who killed demons to a fallen angel that then fell in love with Charlie and believes on her dreams and supports her no matter what and would do anything to protect he that's a better backstory but C*tr* is just being abuse and then abuse Adora and do horrible things to her and never change.

#anti catra #anticatra #anti catradora #anticatradora #anti c//a #antic//a #anti catradora comunity #chaggie deserves better

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drinkyourvillainjuice · 24 days

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Form Results

Hello! This is the Secretary. Tragically, it is tax season, and I must make people pay their taxes. However, I still have time to crack this one out for youuuuuuu.

Let's look at the results of the form!

First and foremost:

172 results! That's a lot more we thought we would get! Thank you so much for everybody who sent us responses!

The height is divided equally, with Very Tall being the one with the most amount of votes. Fun fact: Tall used to dominate this by 60% until I posted it on the forum ;)

As expected, Wielding my powers was the biggest section of the pie, followed by Adaptability. Hand2Hand combat is a rather straightforward option - and a rather realistic one - which makes sense a lot of people might be interested into crushing enemies with tendrils.

Again, we figured that one out before it was posted. We included nodes and carapace to make sure someone who is less comfortable with body horror is still able to enjoy (and angst) over this story. But that doesn't mean they get exclusive choices and special ways to resolve (and cause) conflicts.

A lot of you went with Reserved, which, well... makes sense.... a lot of you are nerds, after all...

Methodical nerds! I think this was to be expected, we kinda figured out you guys might be more interested in a quiet and methodical approach to conflict. Kinda makes sense with the storyline too!

A fairly even split with Brown and Blue being the biggest one with then Green, Grey and then finally Hazel.

This is why we included a variety of skin tones in the desing choices because even if the racialized skin tone options may not be the most popular, the readers who are racialized should be able to put themselves (or create a character that looks like themselves) in the game.

This one is to be expected: people loves making themselves pretty lol

This split is absolutely not even! If this is unclear: Black is the largest portion with the three browns following it, then blonde, dirty blonde, auburn and then red. I wonder if we combined the brown together in the voting if they would have beat out the black hair...

Tying back to the skin color: this validates the choice we made to make the game inclusive where racialized (and here specifically black people with the ability to pick natural and textured hair). Again someone is allowed to create themselves or someone that looks like them, and it should be a thing that is possible in every game.

For hair, it's a split between ear length and very long, with the other ones getting smaller. Cropped and Very Short are the smallest option, which I personally expected.

So, again, this is tying back to the inclusivity. We inserted the cis options (cis man and cis woman, which are expectedly the biggest choice), however every options has been picked, including [Input my own gender] which means, maybe someone made themselves in the game!

To be expected, but it gets funny in the next slide...

What's your guys' beef with Guts LOL

Funnily enough, a lot of people really love Grant and Shauna, but only one of them is able to survive the prologue. I wonder how many of them made the other one survive while their girl/boyfriend died. Prii being your best friend less than your datefriend is also quite funny to me, to be honest. Also Beth is just trying her best, but I think she's going to up in the polls!

Again, tying back to the inclusivity thingy from above. You are able to have romantic relationships when you are asexual, and sexual relationships when you are romantic in the game, and they will not be locked out because of it. Just so people can actually play the game!

Even-ish, but you guys love being bishonen.

As expected.

Finally...

Oh dear, a lot of you are holding out, uh? We didn't expect that! Then it's Wil (which we kinda figured would be on top), then Mal (understandable) then Kay, CG and Alistair are all even. Finally, Teddie. The curse of being genderlocked... And then, none. Had to include it, cuz, you know. Inclusivity and all!

Anyways, thank you everybody for reading this installment of Polls by Drink your Villain Juice. Please remember to leave the theater quickly before the next screening start!

#drink your villain juice #interactive fiction #choice of games

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wishfulsketching · 1 year

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I just can't stop. My sweet baby boys all grown up...!

#my art #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads odyssey #grant wilson #sparrow oak #lark oak #nick close #terry jr #i know ppl give terry jr a whole different vibe #but I wanted to make him have some Ron vibes #lark and sparrow were the hardest to make #again desings are not most likely final

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murphyoclock · 1 year

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Murder For Hire - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part One

Summary: Hired by her cousin Oswald Mosley, (Y/N) has one challenging mission to accomplish: She must kill Thomas Shelby.

"You've done this many times before; why does it feel different this time?“

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

A/N: I'm really excited about this one! However, this story will contain mature content, including: violence, language, misogyny, smut, (mentions of) death, angst, drug and alcohol abuse... basically the whole package PB has to offer lol...MDNI. I'll put specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Please comment, like and reblog, ily! xx

Warnings: language, smoking/ drinking, mentions of death

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The cobblestones beneath your feet clatter as you make your way out of Birmingham's train station; looking for the car that's supposed to pick you up. The fog is laying low today, embracing the city in a grey and uninviting hug like you've never seen before. You jump over a large puddle and head towards a dark alley, occasionally making sure no one is following or seeing you. Your ride is parked next to a dimly shining lantern and before you enter the car for good, you take one last look over your shoulder. You aren't necessarily expecting someone to follow you, but being aware of your surroundings is one behavior you've internalized at this point.

"Look who we got here, the infamous (Y/N)," Oswald smiles as you get seated next to him in the car's back, "welcome to Birmingham, the biggest shithole England has to offer."

You ignore his provocative words and place your bag on your lap, pulling out a mirror to check if your lipstick is still in place. Oswald Mosley isn't really the kind of man to welcome someone wholeheartedly, but you for sure don't want to put up with his self-centered sarcastic demeanor. Realizing you aren't in the mood for jokes, he rolls his eyes at your behavior and finally takes your hand to place a welcoming kiss on the back.

"Welcome to Birmingham, (Y/N). I can't believe my favorite cousin's finally here," he tries again, this time sounding less sarcastic than before.

"For someone in desperate need of my help you still sound like an asshole," your words mock.

"For someone supposedly not being interested in fucking Thomas Shelby you do look like it," he laughs, pointing at your outfit and make up.

"Just trying to make a good impression here."

Oswald and you've been in a love-hate relationship ever since you were kids. He wasn't the empathetic older cousin you badly needed back then, but he was the only male cousin that would let you play with the other boys outside. He always accepted the fact that you preferred wrestling in the mud or playing with wooden swords. Sadly, he'd been the only one who accepted you for who you were: a tomboy whose biggest wish it was to become an undercover agent. And when you'd moved to Germany to live with your mother, he made sure to use his political ties to get you the job you'd always dreamed of. So when he contacted you last month and explained he needed help with some pretentious gypsy gangster, you didn't think twice. It's the least you can do.

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Once you arrive at Oswald's large mansion, he escorts you to the guest room you'll be staying at. You take a deep breath, admiring the space's little details. The walls are painted in your favorite color and the furniture must've been chosen by someone with an eye for antiques (definitely not your cousin).

“(Y/N), darling, I know you’ve been doing this for a while, but I must remind you that Thomas Shelby isn’t your usual target,” Oswald expresses, lighting a cigarette before he speaks again, “that man is some wicked son of a bitch. Not smarter than us, but pretty close. You can’t underestimate him and his animalistic brothers.”

Lighting a cigarette as well, your mind wanders off for a while, thinking about how people literally pay you to seduce and kill men. Some would say you don't have any morals, but the truth is that most of your male victims deserved the fate that was awaiting them and Thomas Shelby will be no different.

“One thing all men have in common, no matter if intelligent or not, is that sooner or later they will start thinking with their dicks instead of their brains,” you smile devilishly, taking a deep drag from your cigarette.

Wrinkling his nose, Oswald warns, “You’re right about that. However, if there's one thing Thomas Shelby loves more than fucking women, it would be fucking money and gaining power. It’ll take a while to get close to him. I just want you to be careful and not too pushy with your intentions.”

"Don't worry," you reply, "now excuse me, I'll need to freshen up a bit."

As you're getting ready for dinner with Thomas Shelby and Oswald, you realize that your cousin hasn't told you much about your target. You're aware that he's involved in many criminal activities and that Oswald doesn't trust him at all. According to Oswald, Mr. Shelby is just pretending to be on his side, waiting for the right moment to bring your cousin's political career to a downfall; but other than that you don't even know how what he looks like or what his own political agenda is about.

You fill a glass with whiskey and down it quickly, trying to shake off the nervousness you're suddenly feeling. You've done this many times before; why does this feel different?

.......

"Why can't I just shoot him at point-blank range or somewhere in the streets?" You ask, sitting down at the massive dinner table.

"No, that's not part of our contract," Oswald sighs in annoyance. "I need you to get as much information as possible from him. Just stick to our plan. Once I'm happy with your results, you can do whatever you want with him, darling. But make it painful, please."

Your giggles at the macabre comment are interrupted when the dining room's door is opened and a man in his late 30s, maybe early 40s, enters the room.

"Good evening, Mr. Mosley, Mrs. (Y/L/N)," the handsome man remarks with no emotion in his deep voice, heading right for his seat.

He sits down right across from you, immediately grabbing a glass to pour himself some whiskey. Then, he lights a cigarette and leans back in his chair, staring directly at you.

A clump forms in your throat as his mesmerizing blue eyes observe every little move you make, his overpowering energy causing you to feel as vulnerable as never before.

“Mr. Shelby, may I introduce you to my cousin (Y/N). She works in Germany and has great ties to the Führer himself,” Oswald speaks proudly, finally breaking the weird moment between you and Tommy.

"Yes, I remember you telling me about her. Welcome to Birmingham, Mrs. (Y/L/N)," he answers, almost chuckling at your clearly overwhelmed expression. "Have you seen a ghost on your way here?", he adds with a cheeky smile.

"Kind of," you smile innocently, blushing when your eyes meet again.

"Anyways...," Oswald interrupts, giving you a stern look. "We're here to talk business, am I right, Mr. Shelby?"

While Tommy and Oswald are getting lost in their business talk, you take the chance to admire the man you just met. Tommy doesn't look anything like a random street gangster, but rather like a well-dressed businessman who knows how to use his body language to his advantage. All you know is that he's by far the most attractive man you've ever laid eyes on. He intrigues you just by giving you a quick look. Oh boy, he could make me do anything, you think to yourself before snapping back into reality.

"I need to excuse myself for a second," Oswald stands up and clears his throat, letting you know that it's your time to talk to Thomas.

.....

"I'm sorry my cousin is such an unbearable asshole, Mr. Shelby," you mumble, anxiously emptying your whole glass of champagne. You glance at Tommy and wonder if your acting skills will be enough for tonight. It definitely would be easier, if he wasn't this attractive.

"Well, (Y/N), it's business. We don't always get to choose who we're doing business with, eh?" He chuckles, placing his elbows on the table so he can rest his face in his hands. Fuck is he cute.

The heat between your legs seems to intensify with every word he speaks. You desperately try to focus on the mission Oswald has hired you for. After all, you're a fucking professional.

"Mr. Shelby", you almost whisper, "I'm actually not really interested in my cousin's business and political aspirations. I also don't have ties to the Führer. I work as an agent for the socialist party in Germany. It has come to our attention that the communist party has been planning a coup. It is in our sincere interest to possibly support it."

Your hands start sweating immensely as the lies leave your mouth. You've done this many times before: lied, seduced men, and then killed them, but for whatever reason lying to Thomas Shelby just feels different. His facial expression doesn't give you a single hint at what he's possibly thinking; which doesn't calm your nerves at all.

Tommy glares at you, not losing eye contact as he lights another cigarette. He rubs his chin, trying to analyze the situation.

"Why would Oswald Mosley's favorite cousin go behind his back then?", he asks with both eyebrows raised at you.

"It's only business," I smile, "We don't get to choose who's family and who's not."

Thomas smirks at your witty response. Not only does he find you attractive but also smart and mysterious. However, that doesn't stop him from being cautious though.

“I’m not sure about the coup, Mrs. (Y/L/N) but I do have ties to the communist party. Your cousin knows I work as a middleman between the fascists and communists. If you’d like, I could arrange a meeting at my pub.”

"At your pub? Do I get drinks on the house?" I flirt shyly.

A big grin appears on his beautiful face. "Sure, anything that pleases you."

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x y/n #Thomas Shelby x reader #Thomas Shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders x y/n #Thomas Shelby angst #Tommy Shelby smut #peaky blinders smut

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beetlewine-art · 4 months

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Hey, LO fandom, i need some help here. I think i finally realised why the white hair in Dionysus desing bothers me. Well, not really, i think the hair looks nice with the purple skin, but that's not the point. What bothers me is that he has white hair "Like Hades and Ouranos" is not even about the creators giving him white hair so he would remind Persephone of Hades and having her wanting to keep the baby, i know a lot of LO fans and LO antis didn't like that. And while i am not against the idea of Perse wanting to adopt baby Dio because he reminds her of Hades, i have a problem with the execution of that idea.

First , i want to point out that... Hades doesn't really have white hair (?) i might be totally wrong because i have terrible eye sight and i'm not good with colors, but i am almost sure that Hades hair is a very, very, light shade of blue.

Like:

At least it looks blue to me. I thought "meybe his hair IS white, but it reflects the cold blue tones of the underword and it makes it look blue-ish" but under that logic, Dio's hair should do the same and it doesn't:

Dio's hair is REALLY white, white like a cloud and Hades is light blue. I am not saying that it has never been a panel where Hades hair looks white, because LO is extremely inconsistent when it comes to colors and i do remember at least one or two panels where Hades has white hair, But you can't tell me that Dionysus has white hair "like Hades" and then show me this:

You can really tell that they don't have the same hair color. Also, remeber this:

Is true that Hades and Ouranos have very similar hair color, mostly because Ouranos hair are clouds, but again all i see here is light blue with white lights (?)

And this is where my problem with Dio's desing comes in, because Persephone said this:

And, NO? HE DOESN'T? Perse, sweetie, this kid doesn't look anything like your husband. He Is purple like his dad (Zeus), has his brother's curly hair (Ares) and doesn't even have the same hair color as your husband, i understand that most men in LO look the same but having the same hair color is not enough to make me believe that Dio looks like Hades. Specialy when we have Hades looking like Pepaw Ouranos and Zeus being a purple version of Kronos.

Meybe is just the shading, because we have other characters with white hair, like Thetis, Athena and Thanatos, but they have the same problem with their hair changing colors in each apereance they have. I mean, Thetis has white hair in her debut:

And now her hair looks munch more blue:

Meybe it is just the shading. Do i have a point here or i did i really just miss that Hades hair is white? I am not trying to crap on the webtoon or anything, i just want to see if anyone else noticed this, because i haven't seen many people point it out.

Tag list: @nymphsupremacy @incorrect-lore-olympus-au @apollomes-supremacy

#my post #beetlewine #beetlepost #lore olympus #lore olympus hades #lore olympus dionysus #baby dionysus #lore olymous ouranos #lore olympus thetis #lo athena mention #lo thanatos mention #lore olympus semele #lore olympus zeus #lore olympus persephone #lore olympus critical #lore olympus criticism

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basu-shokikita · 7 months

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Kloktober 2023 Day 14

Use a fall food or drink

It's not fall where I live so I had to research a little for this prompt! Today's combo is Toki and Pickles because I find their interactions really funny for some reason. Like you can really tell there's a big age gap between them. And they're two of my fave characters, so

Shoutout to @the-loveliest-lotus as well because I also got inspired by this Kloktober drabble! <3

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Pickles looked proudly at his hard work. Five different drinks were lined neatly on the kitchen counter: Poison Apple Martini, the Grave Digger, the Black Widow Smash, Sleepy Hollow Cocktail and Nightmare on Bourbon Street. And yes, he had done them all himself. He could’ve asked for a Klokateer to prepare them but, eh, he knew better than anyone how he liked his drinks. The anticipation of getting them all ready would only make it more gratifying when he finally got to drink them, too.

And now, he was about to enjoy the fruits of his hard labor. Raising the glass of Martini, he was about to make a toast to himself when Toki stormed into the kitchen and his peace.

“Oh…” Toki seemed surprised to have found him. “Pickle…”

“Toki?” Pickles eyed at the couple of Klokateers coming behind him, carrying grocery bags. “Whut are ya…”

“Um, puts it on de tables.” Toki gestured at the Klokateers. He returned his gaze to Pickles, hands behind his back. After the Klokateers left, he asked. “How ams you, Pickle?”

Pickles was no idiot. He could tell when Toki was hiding something and, maybe most of the time he didn’t care, but he sure cared about it now. He was ruining his drinky drink time. “Whut’s going on, Toki?”

Toki tilted his head to the side, feigning innocence. “W-What you means?” Even from here, Pickles could tell he was nervously twirling his hands.

Summoning patience, Pickles put the glass down. “Y’are up to somethin’.” His eyes narrowed. “Are ya tryin’ to sneak in candy, again?”

There was a dilemma in the light blue eyes, undecided whether to keep pretending or to come out with the truth already. Eventually, he went for the latter. “Ahh, okays, I just wanteds to bake a little desserts for everyones for the beginning of falls!” He hunched over sadly. “‘Twas meants to be a surprises, but oh wells…”

Pickles raised his eyebrows in surprise and then glanced at the bags. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked to the bags and began inspecting them. There were apples, flour, butter, ginger, sweetener, sugar-free ice cream, some nuts…

“I was gonna makes apple crumbles…” Toki said pitifully.

“Toki, we have most of these already…” Pickles pointed out.

“Oh, we does?” Toki asked, surprise in his features.

“Did ya check the pantry?”

“Um, noes…” Toki averted his gaze like an embarrassed child.

Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, Pickles massaged his temple. He gazed at the five babes waiting for him by the counter, then back to Toki, who was kicking his feet by the door.

Ah, fuck it.

“Alrigh’!” He stood up. “Who wants to get fuckin’ wasted and bake some amazin’ apple crumble?”

Eyes widening, Toki dashed to him. “Reallies?”

“Yea.” Pickles smiled at him.

“Thanks you, Pickle!” Toki hugged him a bit too enthusiastically. Pickles could feel his bones cracking and his lungs on the verge of bursting. Before too long though, he was released. “Wowee!” Toki’s eyes fell on the drinks. “What ams dese?”

“Just some brutal drinks I made…” Pickles explaining, torn between faking humbleness and showing off. He pointed at the martini. “This is Apple Poison-”

“Oh, cools!” Toki grabbed the cocktail glass and began downing it.

“Easy there, Toki!”

Uncaring, Toki kept drinking until it was empty. “So goods…” He licked his lips, slamming the glass against the counter. Immediately, he tried to get another drink, but Pickles put his hand over his.

“Let’s get started with the apple crumble first, okei?” He said, encouragingly.

Toki already had a dopey grin on his face, “Okays!” He accepted and grabbed the two bags of groceries effortlessly to drop the ingredients on the kitchen. Then, he pulled a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket. “Let’s sees…press heat…press hit…far and highs?”

“Just gimme that.” Pickles snatched the paper off Toki’s hands from across the counter. God, the handwriting was terrible. And so was the grammar. He squinted, wondering if any of the words in it were part of the English language. “Alright, screw this.” He said, tossing the paper to the side. “‘m pretty sure I remember how to do this one. With his left hand, he grabbed his Nightmare on Bourbon Street and took a sip. Making his way to the oven, he turned it on 350°. He took another sip, god damn this shit was good. As the alcohol started soothing his senses, Pickles turned to Toki. “Now, we start peelin’ the apples.” He took half of them and gave the other half to Toki.

“O-Okays.” Clumsily, Toki started imitating what Pickles was doing. A beginner to the art of desserts, no doubt.

“Um…Pickle?” Toki asked after a while.

“Ya want help?”

“Noes…” Toki was clearly struggling, but he kept trying. “Thanks you.”

Pickles raised an eyebrow. “Ya said that already.”

“Wells…yeah, but…um…’ave always wanted to bakes with families…so thank yous.”

“Okei…” Pickles said, trying not to get too emotional about it. He had barely started drinking, for fuck’s sake. “Y’are welcome.”

Toki fidgeted a little. “Pickle?”

“Yea?”

“Can I has another drinks?”

Pickled raised his gaze and saw Toki trying really hard not to smile. “Ya little runt…” He shook his head, amused. “Go ahead, dildo.”

“Yays!” Toki leaned across the counter and grabbed the Grave Digger. While Toki tasted his masterfully made tequila cocktail, Pickles quickly rubbed his right eye.

He had always wanted to bake with someone he cared about, too.

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #toki wartooth #my writing #no beta we die like men etc #i mean it this time IM SO SLEEPY

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notsodailycake · 7 months

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Here, i finally finished this💀

Meet my Zelink fan kids! I have alot planned for them, but I'm too shy to actually share everything, especially bc I've only now just started fully exploring Totk (i got the game around last month) and so i wanna make sure I'm like, canon accurate, but i wouldn't mind answering questions about them👉👈

Anyhow, some fun facts about the desings:

Sonia has scars on her eyes and the tip of her left ear, why? The ones on her eyes were caused by a wolf she came across the one time she ran away from home (due to her jealousy over her sister when she was born, it's a long story), the one on her ear is bc of a bird she tried to grab once since Adira thought it was cute and wanted to pet it (Adira was 2, Sonia was 5)

Sonia's earring was a gift from her bff/crush, a gerudo girl that imma keep secret for now bc I'm still working on her

Adira's feather necklace is a gift from her close buddy/bff, a rito, which I'm also gonna be hush hush about for now

Adira messes around with alot of not so safe devices out of curiosity and the need to create, but gets her hands dirty/hurt in the process, hence the band-aids

They both have small fangs thanks to their mom (iykyk)

Adira's favorite color is pink, Sonia's is blue

Also, huge thanks to @carogdraws for helping me desing their clothes! It was a huge help and i probably wouldn't have done it without it ^^

Now, those are the extra info i have for them, the rest of the basic info i have already shared will be under the cut

Yes it was copy pasted from the last post i did about them, but i have a need to keep everything in one neat little post sue me

The two girls are 3 years apart. Oldest is Sonia (yes, named after Queen Sonia herself), and the youngest is Adira

Sonia is more like her dad, especially in terms of looks, but she inherited her mother's eyes and thurst for answers. She's very energetic and adventurous and likes helping others

She tends to be the guinea-pig to a lot of her sister's projects and creations since she has almost no self-preservation. She enjoys it tho, thinking it as a fun activity to try out new things and hang out with her sister. She also enjoys carving things, mainly toys and masks. Most of her sister's toys were made by her when they were around 11 and 8

Although she is usually quite the airhead, and not really the brightest (like her dad, cough-), she definitely inherited her mother's overthinker mind. Doesn't help that she also tends to think little of herself, being the firstborn of the Princess and Hero themselves, alot of people put her under alot of high expectations and although her parents tried their best to show she didn't have to prove her worth, the gossip around town was hard to ignore, doesn't help the fact that her sister has started to become a prodigy to her mom, creating inventions to help hyrule and planning to bring the royal system back when she's old enough

Sonia though, has no intention of bringing the royal life back, nor to continue it. Like her dad she wants to explore, she's fascinated by history and wants to disvover every small relic left unseen. And she wants to travel beyond Hyrule one day as well and help those she comes across her path. But also perhaps, escape the duties and expectations others put on top of her, and perhaps prove herself better then those expectations

She loves her sister tho, despite everything, and will never admit to her how jelouse she actually is of Adira. How jealous she was of Adira of being able to hang out with their mom so much, have so much in common with her, sometimes she wonders if she has anything from her mom other then her eyes

Adira is alot like her mother, especially in the looks department, but she has her father's eyes and thurst for chaos. She's usually quiet, but very sassy when needs be, and although seeming quite shy, she got quite the temperament and wont hold back her tounge

Like mentioned previously she becoms a prodigy to her mom, creating and getting invested on inventions to help hyrule and planning to bring the royal system back when she's old enough. She spends most of her time studying and working on anything technology finding it fun to see what possible outcomes it came give

Although sometimes the pressure is too much, as much as her parents give her the liberty to explore her interests, as she had started to show advancements in her creations and helping hyrule, as well as proclaiming to bring back the kingdom (even tho she was a child when she said that), all eyes were now set on her and she is terrified of any failure, and to disappoint everyone, she usually confides on her sister who never cared of her status and just liked to be around her for her (and well, she felt too embarrassed about it to tell her parents about it, they didn't need to worry about such simple things in her eyes, they already fought the townsfolk so much bc of that, she didn't want to make them dislike her parents bc of her)

She admires her sister alot, looks up to her and wishes she could be as cool as her, as free as her, but she isn't good in any sort of physical activities and is usually just stuck in the lab. And that causes a smidge of jealousy as Sonia is able to bond more with their dad then Adira ever could, she feels like she has nothing in common to her dad other then his eyes and need for chaos (which the second part was something looked down apon by others)

And those are the basics i have so far, there is more but I'm unsure about it for now, and aren't 100% concrete yet, so i wont share at the moment

But before i end this, here are some small fun facts:

Both Sonia and Adira are pure glutons, just like their dad XD. They have cooking sessions together quite often, helping around the kitchen when they can;

Sonia loves horses as much as her dad does, but she is terrified of riding them, because when she was little and riding one for the first time, the person who set settle on didn't do it properly and she fell, head first into a rocky ground, and to add onto it, the horse stepped right onto her pinky. Now she has small panic attacks trying to ride them

Sonia actually used to hate Adira. Since Adira was a rainbow baby, Zelda and Link did kinda get overprotective with her and accidentally neglected Sonia. That didn't last long after Sonia did cause a whole scene with running away and almost getting killed- but that's likez a whole other story in itself lol (i might make a more detailed post about this later). But after that incident, they were able to work things out, and Sonia ended up being way more protective over Adira than her own parents

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