#ic: shifters creation

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Shadeflesh Assailant - CR17 Shifter/Shadowdancer

An NPC based on Meliodas from the Seven Deadly Sins anime.

Artwork by SonimBlenim on DeviantArt.

There's something compelling to me about anime-style combatants that don't wear armor. I'm always trying to do that with my own player characters, and this time I did it with an NPC.

This character is a fiendflesh shifter, an unusual shifter archetype. There are almost no published shifter NPCs in the first place, so a regular shifter probably would have been a useful stat block for me to publish already, without giving it an edgy archetype and multiclassing into shadowdancer. Oh well!

It has a custom magic item that gives it 1/3 spellcasting, the shadespell earrings. I also gave it a third-party spell, shadow mage armor, published by The Knotty Works. Its powerful and expensive equipment, plus its unusually high ability scores, increase its CR by 1. However, because so much of its equipment is in the form of magic tattoos, it still only gives slightly more treasure than a typical CR17 humanoid enemy.

It only casts Shadow Weapon if an ally needs a weapon, and only casts Umbral Gear if it needs something other than a weapon. If it gets disarmed, it can just use its claws or spells.

The tiefling version of Smite Good interacts interestingly with the defile armor spell. Because the smite effect ends as soon as a tiefling makes a successful attack, a shadeflesh assailant prefers to smite at the end of its turn and then attack at the start of its next turn, instead of smiting right before the attack. Defile armor is mostly just useful for the AC, though.

Sorry for the one billion class features. This is what happens when I try to follow the rules for PC character creation when making an enemy NPC. I even left out some of the shifter abilities that it'll never use, like track and wild empathy.

When running this creature in combat, you probably want to start off the fight with Fiendish Aspect and shadowform, using the weaker buff spells only if you have rounds to spare. Illusions, darkness, and Shadow Jump might give you those rounds to spare, though. Shadow evocation is probably best used to cast controlled fireball, or maybe wall of fire if you need to separate creatures from each other. Don't use it to cast wall of ice unless you want to spend the rest of your session trying to wrap your brain around how walls that are 20% real work when something hits them.

Shadeflesh Assailant - CR 17

Garbed in swirling shadows of physically manifested darkness which have formed themselves into claws and wings, this swordsman stares intently. A dark sigil is branded into his forehead.

XP 102,400 Tiefling, fiendflesh shifter 9 / shadowdancer 8 NE Medium outsider (native) Init +8 Senses see in darkness; Perception +21

DEFENSE

AC 31, touch 25, flat-footed 26 (+4 defensive instinct, +4 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 mage armor, +2 natural, +6 Wis); +4 vs. AoO hp 217 (17d10+119) plus 28 temp hp Fort +18, Ref +16, Will +15; +1 vs. illusion spells Defensive Abilities defensive instinct, defensive roll, evasion, improved uncanny dodge, shadow duplicate (4/day), slippery mind Resist cold 5, electricity 10, fire 10

OFFENSE

Speed 30 ft. Melee +3 falchion +24/+19/+14 (2d4+12/18–20) or 2 claws +23 (1d6+6) Special Attacks fiendish aspect, shadow jump, smite good

Shadowdancer Spell-like Abilities (CL 8th; concentration +11) 4/day—silent image (DC 15, see Shadow's Embrace text) 3/day—shadow conjuration (DC 18) 1/day—shadow evocation (DC 19)

Runeward Tattoo Spell-like Abilities (CL 17th; concentration +20) At will—detect magic (illusion auras only)

Spells Prepared (CL 6th; concentration +12) 4th (2/day)—greater false life (already cast), shadowform (DC 21) 3rd (3/day)—communal protection from good, defile armor, unholy ward 2nd (5/day)—corpse lanterns, desecrate, false life (x2), shadow mage armor (already cast, see text) 1st (6/day)—dark whispers, darting duplicate (x4), shadow weapon

BASE STATISTICS

Without shadow mage armor, the shadeflesh assailant's statistics are: AC 24, touch 20, ff 24; Skills Stealth +26

STATISTICS

Str 23, Dex 18, Con 22, Int 10, Wis 23, Cha 16 Base Atk +15; CMB +21; CMD 42 Feats Combat Expertise, Dodge, Inscribe Magical Tattoo, Iron Will, Mobility, Power Attack, Shadow's Embrace, Spell Focus (illusion), Toughness Skills Acrobatics +17, Bluff +18, Climb +8, Craft (calligraphy) +8, Disguise +11, Fly +14, Knowledge (planes) +14, Linguistics +4, Perception +21, Perform (dance) +8, Stealth +30, Swim +12; Racial Bonuses +2 Bluff, +2 Stealth Languages Abyssal, Common, Druidic, Infernal, Necril SQ hide in plain sight, rogue talents (shadow duplicate, umbral gear), shifter claws Combat Gear +3 falchion, aquatic ring of resistance +2, runeward tattoo (illusion), swirling smoke tattoo, weapon tattoo, shadespell earrings

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Defensive Instinct (Ex) When unarmored, not using a shield, unencumbered, and conscious, a shadeflesh assailant adds its Wisdom bonus (typically +6) to its AC and CMD. If it is wearing nonmetal armor or using a nonmetal shield, it instead adds half its Wisdom bonus to her AC (typically +3). In addition, the shifter gains a +4 bonus to her AC and CMD regardless of armor. These bonuses are already included in its statistics above.

These bonuses to AC apply even against touch attacks and when the shadeflesh assailant is flat-footed. It loses these bonuses when it is immobilized or helpless.

Defensive Roll (Ex) Once per day, a shadeflesh assailant can attempt to avoid a lethal blow. When it would be reduced to 0 or fewer hit points by damage in combat (from a weapon or other blow, not a spell or special ability), the shadeflesh assailant can attempt to roll with the damage by attempting a Reflex saving throw (DC = damage dealt). If the save succeeds, the shadeflesh assailant takes only half damage from the blow; if the save fails, it takes full damage.

The shadeflesh assailant must be aware of the attack and able to react to it in order to execute its defensive roll—if it is denied its Dexterity bonus to AC, it can’t use this ability. The shadeflesh assailant's evasion ability does not apply to the defensive roll.

Fiendish Aspect (Su) A shadeflesh assailant can temporarily transform its body into an amalgam of otherworldly evil creatures as a swift action. While in this form, it gains a gore natural attack that deals 1d6 points of damage, shadowy wings that grant a fly speed of 30 feet (average maneuverability), and DR 2/good.

Additionally, each time a shadeflesh assailant uses Fiendish Aspect, it can choose to gain one of the following benefits:

Acid resistance 10 and a +4 profane bonus on saves against disease

Its electricity resistance doubles to 20

Its fire resistance doubles to 20

A shadeflesh assailant can maintain this form for 12 minutes per day. The duration does not need to be consecutive but must be spent in 1-minute increments.

Hide in Plain Sight (Su) A shadeflesh assailant can use the Stealth skill even while being observed. As long as it is within 10 feet of an area of dim light, it can hide itself from view in the open without anything to actually hide behind. It cannot, however, hide in its own shadow.

Shadow Duplicate (Su) Four times per day as an immediate action when the shadeflesh assailant is hit, it can create a single shadow duplicate of itself, as per mirror image (caster level 17). The GM randomly determines whether the attack hit the shadeflesh assailant or the shadow duplicate. The shadow duplicate lasts for 17 rounds, or until the shadow duplicate is dispelled or destroyed. This ability does not stack with the mirror image spell.

Shadow's Embrace (Sp) By spending a use of its silent image shadowdancer spell-like ability, a shadeflesh assailant can instead cast darkness centered on itself. As a standard action, it can raise or lower the illumination level of the effect, from darkness up to normal light.

Shadow Jump (Su) A shadeflash assailant can travel between shadows as if by means of a dimension door spell. The limitation is that the magical transport must begin and end in an area with at least some dim light. A shadeflesh assailant can jump up to a total of 160 feet each day in this way; this may be a single jump of 160 feet or multiple smaller jumps. This amount can be split among many jumps, but each one, no matter how small, counts as a 10-foot increment.

Shifter Claws (Su) A shadeflesh assailant's claws count as magic, evil, cold iron, and silver for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction.

Slippery Mind (Ex) If a shadeflesh assailant is affected by an enchantment spell or effect and fails its saving throw, it can attempt it again 1 round later at the same DC. It gets only this one extra chance to succeed on its saving throw.

Smite Good (Su) Once per day, a tiefling with this racial trait can smite a good-aligned creature. As a swift action, the tiefling chooses one target within sight to smite. If this target is good, the tiefling adds its Charisma bonus (typically +2) to attack rolls against the target and gains a bonus on damage rolls against the target equal to the tiefling's number of Hit Dice (typically +17). This effect lasts until the first time the tiefling successfully hits its designated target.

Spellcasting Thanks to its shadespell earrings, a shadeflesh assailant is considered a prepared divine spellcaster, gaining spell slots at the same rate as a ranger. Like a ranger, it uses Wisdom for spellcasting, and its caster level is 3 lower than its actual level.

A shadeflesh assailant draws its spells from the antipaladin spell list, as well as any illusion and necromancy spells on the witch spell list. If a spell appears on both spell lists at different spell levels, a shadeflesh assailant uses the lower spell level.

The shadespell earrings count as a holy symbol when casting spells with a divine focus component.

Summon Shadow (Su) A shadeflesh assailant can summon a shadow, an undead shade. Its statistics are described below. This shadow serves as a companion to the shadeflesh assailant and can communicate intelligibly with the shadeflesh assailant.

If a shadow companion is destroyed, or the shadeflesh assailant chooses to dismiss it, the shadeflesh assailant must make a DC 15 Fortitude save or gain one permanent negative level. A destroyed or dismissed shadow companion cannot be replaced for 30 days.

Swirling Smoke Tattoo A shadeflesh assailant wears a swirling smoke tattoo. If the tattoo is visible when the shadeflesh assailant is hit by a melee or ranged attack or when the bearer fails a Reflex save, the shadeflesh assailant can activate the tattoo to shroud itself in mist as an immediate action. This imposes a 20% miss chance on attacks made against the bearer. On a failed Reflex save, it grants the ability to reroll the Reflex save and gain a +4 bonus.

The shadeflesh assailant can use the tattoo's ability three times per day.

Umbral Gear (Su) As a standard action while in an area of dim light or darkness, a shaeflesh assailant can coalesce wisps of shadow into a quasi-real, functional item. It can choose whether to make a crowbar, 50 feet of silk rope, a glass cutter, a light melee weapon with which she is proficient, a reversible cloak, thieves’ tools, or a wire saw; the GM may allow other similar items. The shadeflesh assailant can use such items for 27 minutes per day. This duration does not need to be consecutive, but it must be used in 1-minute increments.

An item created with this ability remains until the shadeflesh assailant is no longer touching it, or until it runs out of duration for this talent, at which time it dissolves.

Weapon Tattoo A shadeflesh assailant wears a weapon tattoo. This tattoo can store one medium weapon, typically its +3 falchion. Storing a weapon in the tattoo is a full-round action, but removing a weapon from the tattoo is only a swift action.

Shadow Companion

NE Medium undead (incorporeal) Init +2 Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +8

DEFENSE

AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 12 (+2 deflection, +2 Dex, +1 dodge) hp 108 (half of master's hp; 3 HD) Fort +12, Ref +12, Will +6; +4 vs. positive energy Defensive Abilities incorporeal, channel resistance +2 Immune undead traits, turn undead, command undead

OFFENSE

Speed fly 40 ft. (good) Melee incorporeal touch +17 (1d6 Strength damage) Special Attacks create spawn

STATISTICS

Str —, Dex 14, Con —, Int 6, Wis 12, Cha 15 Base Atk +15; CMB +17; CMD 30 Feats Dodge, Skill Focus (Perception) Skills Fly +11, Perception +8, Stealth +8 (+12 in dim light, +4 in bright light); Racial Modifiers +4 Stealth in dim light (–4 in bright light) Languages Common, Necril

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Strength Damage (Su) A shadow companion’s touch deals 1d6 points of Strength damage to a living creature. This is a negative energy effect. A creature dies if this Strength damage equals or exceeds its actual Strength score.

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The Characters Behind the Collide

Original Character Bio #9: Azure

Creation and Details:

In one of my last bios, I mentioned Azure. Azure is a character who I created along with that very close friend of mine. She is what is known as a shifter. She can shift into a Wyvern Dragon and has the powers of ice and wind imbued in her. She can be adventurous and cheeky which gets her into trouble a number of times.

Before I get into the story of Azure, I need to explain some context behind the location I will be mentioning. Azure, more specifically her father, is from OtherWorld. This is a location created by my friend and his friend in where magic and all mythological things exist. I’m still learning about it’s history to this day as they expand on it more and more.

Her Story: 

Azure was born on Earth. Her father, however, came from OtherWorld. He was a powerful dragon shifter, who could control ice and wind. Upon hearing that his wife was pregnant. He was worried that the magic he tried to keep hidden would be revealed by this baby. A few days after she was born, her father took her and returned to OtherWorld, leaving her at an orphanage, never to be seen again.

Around a few weeks after being left there, little baby Azure was noticed by a certain pair of females, Jordan and Abi. They were looking to adopt a child from OtherWorld to raise, and Abi’s eye fell to Azure. She was soon very attached to the small dragon shifter and also won Jordan’s heart. After a good few weeks of paperwork, the two brought Azure home, where they found out she was more of a handful than they had bargained for. As a small baby, Azure had trouble controlling her wildly crazy powers. A sneeze could set off a windstorm or freeze anything nearby. It got so bad, Abi reached out to her mother, who in turn gifted her a headband, which would dampen Azure’s powers so they weren’t as destructive.

A good few years later, Azure had grown a little older and had gotten more of an understanding of how her powers worked. So much that she had even started keeping her fangs in her human form. She had grown very attached to both Jugar and Patch, seeing them as both a friend/guardian and brother respectively, along with Maxwell. Jordan and Abi were very proud of their family and how well they’ve grown, though Azure was still a minor handful.

During a trip to OtherWorld, Azure had gone out exploring and found an old, dilapidated lab. Walls were crumbling with vines running up and down them. Azure stepped inside, looking in awe at the place when she suddenly tripped over a cord. Looking back, she found it ripped from its spot on the wall, when she looked back, there was a figure sitting and staring at her. It had blonde hair with golden highlights, purplish sunset eyes, and nodes sticking out of its neck and back, along with a pair of pointy ears. Trying to pull itself from the wall, Azure ran over to help. Upon freeing the creature, Azure saw a nameplate sitting on the floor reading “Elpis”. Azure had found out very quickly that Elpis was something other than an Elf. More of a creation that had no idea how to live. She could only make small grunting noises, and didn’t know much about her surroundings. Azure happily brought her new friend back home, much to the surprise of Abi and Jordan, but allowed her to stay regardless of how strange she was.

After finding Elpis, Azure and her family hadn’t realized that Arjun had his eye on them for a while. He had kept tabs on the families ever since his past defeat. He ended up kidnapping Azure, prompting Abi, Jordan, their fathers, and Elpis to go and get her back and finally end Arjun’s terrorizing once and for all. However, Arjun didn’t calculate for one other to show. Azure’s biological mother, which turned out to be Reina. She had crossed paths with Jordan and Abi in public with Azure and had a suspicion of her identity. Upon realizing it, she figured it would be best not to interfere with their lives. When she heard what Arjun had done, she quickly leapt into action, pulling out all her old stops to help defeat the madman, and nearly killed him in the process. After Arjun was dealt with, Reina quickly explained the situation about Azure. Jordan and Abi figured it’d be alright for Reina to remain in Azure’s life, seeing how much she had changed in the years, so she became an Aunt figure to the little girl.

It was only after many years that Azure had questions about Reina’s true relation to her. After a good explanation, Azure was happy to finally hear the truth. She still considered Reina an aunt figure, but was happy she was still in her life regardless. Azure in her teens, found she took much from both Reina and Jordan. She loved to tinker and even started combining both tech and magic. She, along with her family, fixed the old lab where she found Elpis and made it her own where she would work whenever she got the chance.

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MASSIVE CHARACTER LIST includes both characters i make content for often, and characters that i strictly own.

Most popular/recognizable: 

Gross Spamton: He/Him/It

A version of spamton that I made. Here’s his f-list, full of lore of his relationship with Y/N and a full physical description, references, and his best moments/mentions in posts: [x]

Here’s his tag on my blog: [x] includes art and drabbles

He's Obsessive, Possesive, Desperate for your attention, and Pathetic.

The post that started it all 

Addispam: @addispam usually He/Him, she/her sometimes

Belongs to my bf. i make a bunch of art of him and RP him sometimes.

Here’s his tag on my blog: [x]

I selfship him or ship him with gross spamton. 

Christine: She/Her

Addispam’s hot pink car. I gijinka’d her, and now she’s his girlfriend. 

Here’s her tag on my blog: [x]

A car shifter. Unlike transformers, the transformation is magical, and she turns into a robot-like 6ft tall big booba lady instead of a mecha.

Her creation inspired @addispam and @termandco to make more car girls. 

Her origin RP: [x]

Sometimes I play her in an AU belonging to another character besides Addi or being entirely removed from anyones possesion

Randall G. Spamton: @addispam He/Him dumb/ass

Again not my character, belongs to my bf. Sometimes I RP him

I mostly selfship with him or simp for him. He’s an absolutely disgusting human spamton and I adore him so much

Here’s my tag for him on my blog: [x]

More Characters Under Cut

Vincent: 

Smug, sly, confident. Asshole. Tall ginger doctor. 

Grew up with nine sisters.

 Physically abusive and alcoholic father, overbearing mother. 

Was forced to become a doctor, wanted to be an engineer. 

He’s a very good doctor, has a character arc of stereotypical assholish toxic masculinity guy to a bisexual disaster. 

At one point had a physically abusive girlfriend.

In his original universe, He is the castle doctor/scientist

David: 

Kind, gentlemanly older man. 

Salt and pepper hair. 

Can be mischievous and flirty when nobody's looking. 

Caring.

In his original universe, he’s a butler. Was taken under the wing of the castle as a young man and trained in the art of upkeep. 

Had a twin named “Daniel” that was scrapped. 

Went ice skating as a kid.

Antonio:

Spanish prince in original universe

Spoiled, but not cruel. 

He's the hot cheeto kid in modern AUs. Has emotionally negligent parents that throw money at him. He has no idea how to comfort people as a result and isn’t the best communicator. Very generous though.

He's compassionate, but also mildly gross. Believes in the five second rule. Pokes dead things with sticks. Is flirty.

Dahmin: 

Wise, old dragon. 

Ancient, has been collecting books for centuries. 

He carved the stone in the mountain himself. He made an entire stone palace inside of a mountain over the course of centuries.

He used to be violent, and has been spending the remainder of his life making up for it by spreading wisdom when the opportunity arises.

Had a husband that died of the plague

Percy: 

Shy, quiet. 

He's the strong and silent type. Has pink hair. He always has his hood up, and doesn't look people in the eye. He's very strong. 

He's the captain of the guard in the original universe. 

He’s not aloof or mean he’s just actually very shy. 

Physically abused by his dad, protected his younger brother. 

can be very very very overprotective/demand to see phone/be invasive as a result of his upbringing

Josh: 

Cruel, tsundere. Hates poor people. King's advisor, and the head of staff. Not above whipping disobedient Maids and Butlers.

literally the worst. i needed a villain and im horrible at them. here’s one i guess.

Peach: (used to be a gender swap of princess toadstool, but became much more than that. he’s far removed from the canon, so i consider him an oc)

A feminine prince, who dresses mostly in pink. 

His kingdom is known for their farms, practice of majic, and hospitality.

 He himself is strong, and has military training. 

He's very tall, and can bench press a bear. He likes to bake.

Frederick

skates a lot. he/they. 

“I identify as a whore.”

Dot-

Alcoholic toxic best friend with bpd

very supportive in most cases

tired

Handel Dip-

alcoholic, best friends with dot.

a whore.

cow boy

Western

--Gang/School--

Jebodiah- An upstanding member of the community. He's liked by most people in town, and has to deal with a lot of western villains. He spends most of his time helping people in town. 

Samariah- Jeb's younger brother. Works at a train station, a southern gentleman. Takes off his hat for ladies.

Betty- A nice old woman that sells Jam. She's frequently the subject of a lot of villain shenanigans.

Mama- Jeb and Sam's mom. A very kind, but strict woman. Loving.

Paw- Jeb and Sam's late father.

Joshua- A farm boy, who sells his wares in town. He's shy, and doesn't talk much.

Jean-luc- Local librarian, old man.

Patrick- Catboy, that happens to be a cowboy. Brown hair, brown eyes. Tan. 

A group of teenagers that pretend to be delinquents to feel cool. They do smoke weed, though. So I guess that's pretty cool.

--Super Heros--

Edward- Nerd. Blonde. Needs glasses. Has a ninties boy cut middle part. Decent with coding, pretends he can hack.

James- Wears sunglasses constantly. Acts like he knows everything. Stupid. Annoying voice. Has a pencil behind his ear.

Andrew- Black kid, very chubby. He's all around a nice guy, and is liked by most people. He's the leader of the group. His mom is nice. Came up with the idea of a tree house for the group

Daniel- A shy kid. He always wears a scarf, doesn't talk much. He's really into batman.

Ethan- Memelord supreme. Has short hair and freckles. Always carries a nerf gun on him. Lives on bang energy drinks.

--Villains--

Catboy Cowboy- Has a bright pink sparkly hat with cat ears on it. Wears similar bright pink clothing. Excellent at parkour and has a gun.

PunkFrog- Always wears light green colors. Has their hair died green. Can stick to walls, always wears a cute frog hat and frog rain boots. They/them. Has a green tazer.

Boom-

A pyrotechnic pyromaniac. Frizzled, charred hair. Soot everywhere. Has a flame thrower, and bombs. Likes to rob banks. 

Supernatural

War- Punk. Leather jacket, sunglasses, dark red hair, red eyes, and sharp teeth. He goes to seedy bars looking for fights.

Famine- Skinny legend. Wears a lot of warm bomber jackets. Aviators, jeans. Always found at casinos, brothels, luxury hotels, and bdsm parties. Has a hunger for life. Does coke.

Death- A kind old man. He wears a turban, and many layers of robes. He has long, bony fingers. He's tan, with a grey beard, some small tattoos, and metallic skull pins hold his robe together. All of his clothes are dark grey, and his eyes are light grey. Speaks slowly, with purpose. Calming presence.

Pestilence- Has a burning hatred for humanity. Black eyes, rotting, and festering skin. Half of his teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek. He smells like rotting flesh. Plants and animals rot and get sick when he's around.

Lust- A distinguished heaux. Purple hair in a curly bob, a beauty mark under his eye, hot pink irises, plump lips, and a fancy, prince-like purple, red, pink and gold outfit complete with a cape. Has a stuck up british accent. Sounds like most basic impressions of mettaton and grell sutcliffe.

This type of guardian, however, was taken from the mermaids, and modified to protect the eggs of land monsters. They're agile, and deadly. Many of them have horns and antlers, sharp teeth, and claws. Because of their cousins, the deep sea guardians, they can swim and hold their breath remarkably well, which they use for stealth at night.  

Pitch: A pitcher plant. Feeds off cum. A.. penis fly trap, if you will. 

Werewolf Boy- Tall, scruffy. Brown messy hair. Grey big floppy ears, big poofy tail. Hairy, only wears very tattered jeans. Can't speak. Howls. Very protective.

Alan- A mermaid. He doesn't talk much, he's pink and purple, has sharp teeth and claws, and will bring you raw fish as a gift.

Spider boy- disguises himself as a woman, with a very large poofy dress and a large sunhat to hide his face and hair. Wears gloves and long sleeved coats. He's purple, with purple hair, and is essentially a spider centaur.

Guardian- Guardians were a class of mermaid society.  They were notoriously large, dangerous, and have many spines and sharp claws and teeth. Their purpose was to protect the communal egg den in mermaid cities, and protect the city itself if need be. 

Guardian himself... was, at a young age while he was being trained to protect eggs, caught in a raid. All of the eggs and his friends were destroyed, and him, unable to cope, wandered into the forest to collect egg-shaped rocks, and dead eggs from nests, and keep them in a hole he dug in the ground. His mind blocks out a lot of the memories associated with that event. After a couple weeks he was found by a kind fire elemental, and taken in. He grows up to be a snarky and goth teenager, who is unmistakably punk and gay.

Bubble-

--Flora y Fauna--

Almost all characters listed here will be on a crew together at some point in their story.

So black, they appear as a photoshopped hole in reality. Most of the time, around as a vaguely humanoid form, dripping and oozing. When they're focused, they can shape shift into anyone and anything. They convert matter into the material they are made of, to make them bigger. and use physical activity to get rid of excess stored mass. They're a scientist, and are very sarcastic.

Ashley Valentine-

Small, blonde, pointy-eared engineer.

He's witty, sarcastic, has long hair, and has a flower growing from his scalp. He's condescending, but not mean. He's soft on the inside, and is now retired as a baker. 

Ashley's uncle Rose-

Large, poofy, wavy hair.  The fraternal twin brother of Ashley's mom. Sly, flirty. Bad uncle. Bad example. He's an alcoholic and he's very traditionally Floran. He runs a mafia.

Maude-

Feral wife of Ashley. She's dead. Red hair.

Marie- Maude's sister. Visits Ashley to check up on him. Red hair, poofy.

Dennis Owen Travers-

Smug car guy. He's been in quite a few illegal drag races, both on ground and in space. He's a big name in the underground crime community, and regularly ships illegal substances and weapons. He does heists, and spends most of his time in his ship, or in an underground den for a lot of shady people. He's also culturally taboo for a floran, and has his hair cut to expose his ears, and has piercings.

--Holiday cryptids/regular cryptids--

Blade-

A human badass drunken womanizer. A space pirate. Suave and sexy and good with guns. A fugitive, on the lam from the federation, who falsely pinned him for the destruction of an entire planet. Now he runs from station to station, stealing and trading goods. Had an abusive father, and no mother. No brothers. Has a tattoo down his spine, in Floran.

Curtis-

A tall black skinned imp with teal hair. Muscular. Quiet. When he speaks, it's to the point. Often found on space stations in bars or alleyways.

Baby bear-

An android that was created as a surrogate son for a scientist that lost his son. Insanely strong, can bend steel with his hands. About four years old. Has a bad memory. Runs on simple carbs and sugars. Eats honey.

Oliver-

Manic. A serial killer that blade met in prison. Very giggly and friendly.

Sickle-

A calm and calculated librarian. A member of a very intelligent but very passive species. Is unusually ruthless for his kind.

Cinnamon-

A ditsy and promiscuous well-meaning guy. He's a great spy. And a great actor.

Hermes-

A small nerdy and helpful intern. Doesn't talk much. Polyglot.

Alfred-

A fatherly and nervous overbearing old man. Knows a lot about magic. Knows a lot about the misdeeds of the federation. Tries to keep the crew alive.

Santa-

Big chunky guy with tattoos and cute round glasses. Dresses in modern clothes, only delivers presents to some people. Likes to dress in blue, very political. He does his best to make sure that poor people make it through the winter. Isn't happy about the fact that Christians took the holiday that worshipped him and made it into jesus's birthday. (Which isn't even on the 25th)

Tooth fairy-

He's actually a fae. He's a member of the bone fairy cult in the fae world, and got a reputation for buying people's teeth. People started a tradition of leaving their tooth under their pillow all on their own, but he doesn't take EVERY tooth under EVERY pillow, most of the time the parents do that. He DOES still buy teeth from people, though. He thinks it's both funny and stupid that people made a tradition because of his dealings. He's black, with bright green and teal and purple hair. He has moth wings that look like peacock coloring, legs that end in bird feet, thighs with feathers, and a bird tail that's shaped like a robin, but also colored like a peacock. He has a teeth necklace, teeth rings, and a small cat skull on his belt, along with various other small bones.

Snail man

- A man with glowing eyes that leaves pumpkins with drawings of snails on them on people's porches. He gives them to people in the street. Sometimes he steals them back. Sometimes he leaves drawings of snails, or sculptures. If you leave pumpkins out on your porch, he'll eat them. If you leave snails on your porch, he feeds them, and pets them, before leaving. For some reason, whenever you view footage of him or see him in real life, your eyes can't quite look at him. They automatically move away.

Van man-

At 4am, this man drives in an ice cream truck through densely populated areas. Not everyone can hear the sound of the tune. The people that can are strangely compelled to investigate. When they arrive to the truck, they don't sell ice cream. They sell various mundane objects with minor magical properties. They don't accept cash, they only accept items that the buyer has deemed to have equal personal value. Then they leave, without explaining.

--Mafia--

--My versions of Characters I play that aren't mine--

Chuck- A very short, and very angry man. Runs a small street gang that specializes in drug and weapons trafficking. Has a new yorker accent. Carries a bat.

Nick- old fashioned film noir detective. Fedora, trench coat, gruff demeanor. The seasoned ex-cop now turned Private eye after seeing the cruelty of the police force, sits in the back of a black and white diner, smoking and drinking from a flask, occasionally taking a sip of his black coffee as he has an internal monologue about the cruelty of the world. Has several old flames. Does better bringing criminals to justice than the police.

--Semi-sentient--

Alastor- Uncle vibes. Chaotic. Teaches a lot of life lessons through use of magic, instead of making deals with people automatically. Energetic.

Deltarune Grillby- A more bright version of grillby, far younger. He used to own a bar, but decided it wasn't for him. Instead, he has a nice wine cellar, and works at the grocery store he sold to sans.

Wheatley- Stupid idiot. Has a holographic body option that can be turned on.

Sans- Gross. Always wears the same dirty shirt. Smells like stale chips and body odor. He's very playful and funny, though, and tries his best to be a good brother. Depressed.

Papyrus- Wears crop tops all the time, dates mettaton. Also likes jokes, but doesn't like to admit it. Is actually pretty good at cooking when he's taught not to burn things and add things that are inedible.

Gaster- Tall, lanky. Doesn't quite look like a skeleton, so much as he looks deathly skinny. It's fine, though, that's just how he naturally looks. He wears robes and lab coats to hide his form.

Furry

Snoth- Snail moth, very fluffy, eats flour and shirts.

Mothcat- Very fluffy, eats dough, flour, and drapes.

Wom- A long, fuzzy worm that has stupid little black eyes, and soft spike-like protrusions on its back.

The De leon family, which ironically consists of chihuahuas

Mateo: good christian boy. in college

Ophelia: stoner lesbian

Isabella: loving tall wife. mommy dommy.

nicolas: short scruffy husband. a great dad. smokes with ophelia. supportive. loves his wife so much

Dr jayson Jyaren a psychologist that lives in the “bunny town” area of Unnamed Metropolis 

Clyde, Bo, Daryl, Nini- they just kinda vibe. Office coworkers. Clyde can only make popping noises.

#shut up bubbz #bubbzwrites #character list #ashley valentine #gross spamton

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Love, Death + Robots : Volume 1

The animation were incredible and so different from each other.

But the show should have been named "Kill, Death + Robots".

My favorite one was again the three robots exploring the apocalyptic earth and lucky thirteen wasn't that bad at all.

So here a review for each episode :

Three robots (1x01) : I love those three robots, the way they are discovering each human tradition was well done. I really liked the part about the cats being the god of them all. It's also the fragility of the human race.

Beyond the Aquila rift (1x02) : The animation was amazing. From the beginning you know that it will end badly. It's the idea of what's real. Terrible story, I really didn't expect that.

Ice age (1x03) : The only episode with true actors. I also liked the mini world in the freezer, being the repetition of the same story, the same cycle.

Sonnie's edge (1x04) : It's about monster fight in a pit controlled by human. The end is really unexpected.

When the yogurt took over (1x05) : the story was very stupid and ridiculous, but I liked the demolition of human satellite.

The secret war (1x06) : It was the best SGI animation from the entire volume, every detail was so well done. However, the characters should have spoken in Russian and at the end, the episode became too much like a video game.

Sucker of souls (1x07) : I was sure from the first moment of the episode that it will concern vampires, but I don't understand what they were looking in the first place, in this tomb? Also, why Gary has a girl's voice, that doesn't make sense. And I really liked the importance of cats in this episode too.

The witness (1x08) : Every animation is different, this one was very different from the other, like animation on drugs too. Why there isn't any one in this town? Why the man has the key of the flat? It seems that the two of them are stuck in a loop in which he killed her and the other she killed him.

Suits (1x09) : Poor cows. It was honestly a weak episode. What was the point of it?

Good hunting (1x10) : First of all why the characters do not speak in Mandarin? And why it couldn't be a love story between Jan and Ling instead of this horrible story, even if the end is good.

The dump (1x11) : Is about a monster who survive on garbage, I called it "le monstre des poubelles".

Shape-Shifters (1x12) : I really hate war, but I think they want to show us, who are the real animal during war?

Fish night (1x13) : From the beginning, there was a foreshadowing of what will become later in the episode. The animation with the ocean sea was amazing, the desert becomes a sea of glowing fishes. It also shows us that the young boy becomes a fish, suggesting his descent to death.

Helping hand (1x14) : The episode was disgusting, but I presume it's about surviving and not dying in the atmosphere.

Alternate histories (1x15) : If only an application like this could exist. It's called multiversity.

Lucky 13 (1x16) : The story in itself was a bit sad, but cute. The ship sacrifice itself.

Blindspot (1x17) : The only episode with a happy ending I presume, but it's a shame that we don't know why this microchip is so important.

Zima Blue (1x18) : The episode with a bittersweet ending, the last art of Zima, beneficing himself at the end.

Some quotes:

"- You've seen one post-apocalytic city, you've seen 'em all." (Robot 1 - 1x01)

"- No. Indeed, it was their own hubris that ended their reign, their belief that they were the pinnacle of creation that caused them to poison the water, kill the land and choke the sky. In the end, no nuclear winter was needed, just the long heedless autumn of their own self-regard. (Pyramid robot) - Are you okay? (Orange robot) - Yeah, sorry. Thought that would sound better than, "Nah, they just screwed themselves by being a bunch of morons." (Pyramid robot - 1x01)

"- And what makes you so special? - I'm not special. Unique." (1x04)

"- Now, hate that was something I had to learn. You don't come into this world with hate." (1x04)

"- Everyone sees what they want to see." (1x04)

"- Do try to at least act excited. (Doctor) - Mercenaries are like hookers, pretending to be excited costs extra." (Mr. Flynn - 1x07)

"- Well, at least I'll die young and beautiful." (1x09)

"- You know what I think? It's all in the attitude. The right attitude can sell anything." (Young boy - 1x13)

"- God damn company penny pinchers, am I right? (Bill) - Why pay two when one'll do?" (Astronaut - 1x13)

"- I had to make a wee sacrifice to the great nothing." (Astronaut - 1x14)

"- In spite of all his success, Zima was still dissatisfied and what he did next was, for many, too extreme a sacrifice to make for art." (Clare - 1x18)

"- But you're a man with machine parts, not a machine that thinks it's a man. (Clare) - Sometimes, it's difficult even for me to understand what I've become. And harder still to remember what I once was." (Zuma - 1x18)

#love death and robots volume 1 #love death and robots #love death + robots #quotes #netflix series

[castafar]

The Raiju no longer knew how old he was. At one point in his life, he thought he was old as Creation itself. He had no knowledge of who or what his creators were. The only thing he knew was his title—The Raiju—but as the eons passed on, he took on several aliases. Currently, he went by the name Raleigh. No last name. Since he was now living amongst humankind, he thought it would be best to have less of a peculiar name. The only thing more peculiar about it was that he picked the name when found it inscribed on a pocket knife, and decided to go with it whenever someone asked him his name. It seemed fitting.

He had been to Planet Earth multiple times before, but he never did stick around long enough to fully sink his teeth its fruitful wonders. Food, music, architecture, sex; the latter was currently being doled out by the current man in his life, Aeson Reeves. This time around, Raleigh had surprised even himself; he didn’t usually stick around for more than a week, he didn't like the feeling of being bound to one place for too long. Additionally, he disliked the loud and busy lifestyle of the city whenever he ventured into them, so Aeson’s current home, with it being in the middle of the wilderness, far from any type of civilisation, proved to calm his desire to run.

One morning, he woke up from his deep slumber. The morning sun baking his smooth, marble-tough skin. Raleigh always slept without a single article of clothing on, even in the harsh winters. He was flat on his stomach on the double-bed, where bed covers, pillows and blankets had been kicked away. An arm swifts to the space beside him on the bed, hoping to have found his bed-mate there to nuzzle in and hold and feel. But, Raleigh quickly remembered it had been the full moon the night before, so his best guess was that his friend was waking up in the woods now, and making his way back to his home. Raleigh got up, wiping the drool from his face and the sleep from his eyes. He fixed himself a glass of water with a handful of crunchy ice that he chewed upon, and moved outdoors to stand by the porch, sipping the cold beverage and keeping an eye out with his heightened sense of sight.

Within the next five minutes, he spots his friend way out in the distance through a thicket of trees and shrubs. It didn’t come as a surprise to see him naked, with grime etched on that sculpted frame and sweat glistening off of his body. Raleigh stepped on down, and just as exposed as the wolf was, he walked along the thick wild grass until he could coil a strong, lengthy arm around him, drawing him in for a heated press of their lips. He could smell Aeson from many miles away. Not because of his natural odour of a shifter, but that leaking, thick sex that he wrapped his hand around within the first second of being at his presence. “Oh, baby....” Raleigh cooed, peppering his lips across his jaw and to his neck, just as he began to form a gentle pump of his hand. Aeson’s moans were music to his words. A few minutes pass by, the arousal remains stiff and proud as ever, weighted and thick and drooling with a healthy dosage of pre-seed. The slick oozes down from the slit and without stroking, his hand was gliding the werewolf's slop along the entirety of its great heft. “We shouldn’t let this go to waste, baby... here,” he handed him the rest of his drink for Aeson to gulp down, as he moved them away and encouraged his partner to sit himself down on a nearby wooden bench. “Let me take care of us." Raleigh murmured boldly as he followed suit.

Without saying another word, Raleigh straddles his hips, but soon finds his build is much too big for his friend, so he shifts into a semi-squatting position. Reaching behind him, he takes hold of his friends’ impressive, throbbing manhood, uses the slick that seeps out of the man to bring it up, lathering it across his taut, pink little hole between his meaty buttocks. Their kiss resumes as he spends just a few more minutes prying himself open with a finger, but before Aeson could demand or plead for more, Raleigh's grip returns and angles the glistening pink head against himself, rubbing it against the soft, sweet flesh of his entrance. He does this until he finds the courage to sink down. Raleigh releases a plethroa of winces, grunts and curses under his breath once he feels himself being spread. Aeson had breached him, and as a result, his own cock—now resting idly against his lover's abs—begins to react by throbbing and tensing. Raleigh had begun to feel the effects of the thick cock spreading him apart now. As uncomfortable as it was in the start, there was no place he would rather be.

In due course, after just a few minutes of adjusting and stroking the ache of his own cock, he was carelessly voicing the pleasure that now coursed through him, as the werewolf began to lift and sink his hips, burying that wet slab of meat deep, budging at every bundle of nerves within him, to earn him a loud grunt and a moan from The Raiju. “That’s it, baby...” Raleigh murmured between their kiss. “Fuck m-me... boy, you sure do know how to f-fuck.” Unable to stop the mewling whimpers and the way Aeson’s hips seem to frantically speed up, he remains still as a statue in his position, allowing Aeson to set the pace and do as he wished. “I want it all, Wolf... I want to feel you for days.”

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#⍿ ⦗ ↯ ⦘ not a postal delivery service : answered. #nsft / #onemaninthedark

[dawnmarsalexandrailieva]

Gravity Falls

Gnomes

Gnomes are tree-dwelling creatures of the Gravity Falls Forest. Their weaknesses were previously unknown, until Dipper and Mabel discovered their susceptibility to leaf blowers.

Appearance

The gnomes' character sheet.

Gnomes are shown to be very short creatures (According to Journal 3, they are ten inches tall). They usually wear red pointy hats, and all gnomes, including females and babies, have beards,  which cover most of their bodies. Gnomes have large heads, pointy teeth, and short limbs.

Cooler monster

The cooler monster is a brain-like creature that Dipper finds in the ice cooler at the Dusk 2 Dawn, in the episode "The Inconveniencing" It is unknown whether this is an independent creature or simply a creation of Ma and Pa Duskerton's. The latter is more likely, as the cooler monster is gone when Dipper checks the ice cooler again. It is probably the ghosts attempting to scare away the teenagers.

C-3-lhu

C-3-lhuis a creature from an unknown dimension, that appears during the events of Weirdmageddon.

Appearance

Modeled after H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu, it is a large dark green creature, whose colors get lighter the farther they go down its body. There are tentacles around its mouth, small black withered wings on its back, and three eyes on its head. In addition, there are also various light-blue dots scattered around its body, as well as olive green scale-like features lining its chest and under its upper arms.

Shape Shifter

The Shape Shifter, (a.k.a. Experiment #210) is a creature able to take on any form that it has seen.

Appearance

The Shape Shifter's default form is a pure white slimy body with four slender legs. Its right arm is slender and has a three-fingered hand, and its left arm is swollen with a clawed hand. It has two baby pink eyes and a snout with four fangs hanging on the outside of its mouth, and six smaller teeth on the inside.

Hide Behind

The Hide Behind is a very mysterious creature that inhabits the Gravity Falls Forest.

Appearance

The creature is very gangly, flexible, slender, and black, with small glowing yellow eyes. Its structure is humanoid but nearly skeletal and resembles a tree and The Beast from Over the Garden Wall (without horns). Its limbs are incredibly long, with large hands and long fingers each ending with sharp fingernails/claws. It is a very tall tall creature.

Impossibeast

The Impossibeast is a creature from the 1991-1992 edition of the board game Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. It is the most powerful creature from the game, and has been banned from it as a result.

Appearance

The Impossibeast is a terrifying creature made up of four legs, two arms and tongues, with a second mouth inside of its main one. It has one eye and six horns jutting out of the top of its head, and two bat-like wings attached to its back.

[tastyfishistasty]

Okay so I just hit 30 tags talking about my DA mages. It might be that I need to talk about them again. (HyperFocus Engage!)

Note: I have a headcannon that all mages have an element they're drawn to but circumstances can influence it as much as personality etc.

Origins

Domynic is naturally fire and seizes being a blood mage as soon as possible. He wants to be powerful and in charge (so no one can hurt him again). He is all about that DPS life.

Domynic Amell and Irys Amell (Twins!)

Irys is water/ice naturally and pushes herself to be a healer. She wants to be a calmer soothing presence like Wynne but gets so angry...! She's more support/DPS.

They both have a natural tendency towards damage and anger, but Irys refutes it and Dom embraces it. They are my "actually opposites" twins.

Zerdali and Jezper Surana (Twins!)

Jezper is Earth naturally and very defence focused, becoming an arcane warrior to protect his friends. Think tank over support.

Zerdali is a natural spirit healer and lightning mage (she's supposed to be super powerful to Jez's average power). She went to the tower long before her brother and goes very strict arcane and creation, but becomes a shape shifter when she's given the freedom to choose and she can do real damage(!). She's more of a "dark" healer?

DA2

Abigael Hawke is my baby. She is my most OC ever. She is a Primal Mage by birth (lightning and earth combined) and very very powerful. (I like powerful electric mages, leave me alone).

She has no real healing talent but essentially forces the fade to let her be a spirit healer in a life or death situation. She heals with a spirit of Duty, not Compassion or Love or anything.

(one day I will write that fic...)

Aislynn Hawke is a spirit healer naturally but her weakness and connection to Creation and spirit school makes her feel so weak. She becomes a blood mage for the power. (I was playing an ill conceived hard run...)

Evelyn Hawke is a "people person" aka a manipulator. She is also a healer because people like that, but she's entropy and ice to the core. You ain't touching her.

(2's way of leveling means I had to choose something and healer is better than blood mage so ta-dah loads of healers...)

Inquisition

Jenavieve Trevelyan is a messed up lady with a lot of baggage. She is another natural healer but because Inquisition threw away spirit healer, she is spirit and ice. She doesn't do damage for a long time as she levels, just mind blast and generic attack.

When choosing her specialism she tries necromancer but (I don't like playing that school and Dorian is usually in my party taking care of that)... But! Her spirit healer spirit is upset so she stops. She embraces being part of the action so she can heal more effectively and becomes a Knight Enchanter.

Hissera Adaar

Hiss was born under the Qun and trained there for the start of her magic, which meant damage, damage, damage and forced her into fire primarily.

She was always a blunt weapon so when given the chance she goes down the subtleties of Rift Mage and study.

Elenansal Lavellan

The narrative foil of Hissera, Elenansal was coddled and raised to be a fine instrument of magic as the only other mage in the clan other than the keeper. She is precise and elegant and tends towards controlled lightning and ice.

When given a chance, she went full damage and sized on taking Arcane Warrior (Knight Enchanter) because that's Elven gosh darn it and she is a keeper by right! Also means she gets to release a lot of rage and frustrations out with a big sword.

So uh yeah

I have lots of thoughts about my mages (and my rogues and my warriors), too many for tumblr tags. And yes I know they're all OP and a bit Mary Sue but Cringe is Dead and they are the main damn characters in a game, they're allowed to be OP, so shush.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #mages #headcanadians #headcannons #all because of a #tag rant #reference #OCs #my ocs #oc tag #lavellan #adaar #trevelyan #Surana #Amell #Hawke #sometimes its games mechanics and retconning #sometimes i think about it before hand #Jenavieve was a before hand #her stuff links directly with my other Trevelyans

[evobedevo]

Character Break Down: "Full Name": "Dawn" E Belmonté Sexual Orientation: Not a clue. Possibly Bisexual, since she and Jazz technically are a thing, but she's still mentally a guy. Age: 21 biologically, but this body itself has really only existed for about 2 1/2 years.   Birthday: The day Dusk became Dawn was March 21st, but since they're the same person and all, do they share a birthday technically? In which case, it's June 3rd. Ethnicity: Definitely hasn't changed from Dusk's original form. She is very much Hispanic with a smidgen of Italian.

Eye Color: Chocolate brown. Hair Color: Jet black, with one large streak of steel gray for some reason.  Height: 6' exactly. Less than Dorothy, but still taller than normal. Weight: About 180 give or take. She's rather curvy. Cup Size: Full DD's, bordering on E, something that gives Dawn grief all the time.  Other Features: She'll also have peek-a-boo bangs, but unlike Dorothy, she'll part hers accordingly to see better. Her eyes always have dark circles under them, making her look perpetually tired even if she's wide awake. She's also got a ton of freckles, like Dusk normally does.

Overall Attitude: Dusk is very much a go-getter, and yet that seems to calm down a bit when he becomes Dawn. In this form, she's more prone to thinking things out, planning ahead and actually targeting weak points when fighting, instead of just going by instinct like he normally does. Dawn is also way more prone to making sarcastic quips. She's a lot more willing to relax and be comfy, preferring to sit and listen to music while looking outside a window. She's comfortable being around a close group of friends rather than being über social or a loner. Problems: She's blunt as hell. Also, she has the unfortunate problem of being the subject of many lewd outfit transformations. Something she's a fan of on other girls...but hates wearing herself. Occasionally spaces out unwittingly. Her loose grip on things due to her ice hands has also caused numerous dumb problems. Tends to be a blame shifter. Phobias: Absolute solitude, just like Dusk. It has to be "last man on earth" type solitude though. On the more rational scale, heights. Style and Mannerisms: Pretty straightforward and laid back. She's a lot more normal compared to Dorothy.

Powers: Cryokinesis, with an emphasis on the close combat aspects of it. Her creations are much more controlled and less flashy, but they do a much better job than Dusk when it comes to being effective in battle. Her Delta mode is the same as his, duplication.  Weaknesses: Standard ice weaknesses, like large amounts of fire and heat. 

Favorites: Color: Teal Animal: Sheep, Manta Rays, Polar Bears, Also dogs. Places: Cozy cabin in the snowy woods or the top of a skyscraper watching the world below. Food: Iced coffee with a ham and cheese croissant. Media: Video Games, prefers platformers and the like. 

Songs Associated with Her: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nw7us… (Rooftop Run, Classic Version) www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NV6Rd… ("Get Lucky" Pharrell Williams) www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG77HT… (Dark Pit's Theme, Kid Icarus Uprising)

Potential Voice Actress: Ashley Johnson, Using her voice as Gwen Tennyson from Alien Force. It's kind of restrained, but not unemotional. Perfect for portraying the slightly downbeat Dawn.

#oc #ice #cryokinesis #teal #tg

[bitch-biblioklept]

The Darkling x f!oc

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 <you are here> Part 7

Chapter-6: Amplifiers

Chapter Summary: Frustrated with Alina's lack of improvement, the Darkling finally found a way to use her powers for his thirst for revenge.

Word Count: 2.1k

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The Darkling knew what he had to do, and went to the bitter old woman his mother had become to inform her of such. He still cared about her opinion, no matter how old he’d grown… even if it had bothered him a lot. She wouldn’t react, most likely.

“I have decided to give Alina an amplifier,” He declared once inside the heat of her hut by the lake. “Hopefully we will find the stag.”

Her head snapped in his direction at the mention of the stag. Her dark eyes looked livid. “Of course,” she muttered, half to herself. “I was a fool for thinking for a second that you’d let her have it.”

“The girl is naïve, she can’t control her powers.” He explained. “She will do better with that.”

“I’m not going to let you take control of her powers.” She said with the certainty of a decision. “I know what you are planning to do.”

“How would you?” The Darkling asked, his lips set in a sneer.

“I gave birth to you, boy.” Baghra said. “I know you better than you think I do. She wouldn’t have wanted this.”

“But she isn’t here to stop me now, is she?” Aleksander said. The lump in his throat was suddenly too much. The lakeshore was a bloodbath again. Baghra was silent for too long. “Well?”

“She isn’t,” His mother agreed slowly. “But the least you could do is honor her memory, her mannerisms.”

“She wasn’t a saint mother,” He reminded. “By all means she was the viler and crueler one of the two of us.”

“Not to someone who hadn’t wronged her,” Baghra added.

“I shall avenge her, whether you like it or not, mother.” The Darkling said. He still had a vague memory of the last time he had addressed her as such. Aleksander had been too distraught, everything had happened just so fast… there was no time to tell if it had been reality or a nightmare. Serephina had been assassinated, found lying with her throat slashed, there were others too, her attackers, only one of them was barely breathing by the time he had gotten there.

That was the first time he had used the Cut in the Little Palace grounds, the first time all the young Grisha realized why everyone was so afraid of him. It was the first time his mother looked terrified.

They were supposed to be happy, it was supposed to be a celebrations filled night. But like Serephina used to say in her Suli sayings, some had jinxed their joy. They were to be a family, they were to become parents.

But all of that had been taken away because he was the Darkling and she was Lady Kirigan, and not Aleksander and Serephina.

A light knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts.

Alina appeared in the doorway a second later, looking awkward on finding she interrupted their conversation. “Sorry,” she said.

“In girl, don’t let the heat out.” Baghra declared instead.

The Darkling bowed as a show of courtesy. “How are you Alina?” he asked to be polite.

“I’m fine,” Her voice sounded forced.

“She’s fine!” hooted Baghra. “She’s fine! She cannot light a hallway, but she’s fine.”

The Darkling had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her words. “Leave her be,” he said instead.

The old woman narrowed her dark eyes at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she decided.

He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to alleviate his frustrations. This was not going well. He turned to Alina. “Baghra has her own way of doing things.” He explained to stop himself from snapping at his mother at the moment.

“Don’t patronize me, boy!” she screamed at him. For a second, he was eighteen again, afraid of his mother’s wrath upon finding about his and Serephina’s marriage, and stood up straighter.

He stopped himself in time, remembering he wasn’t the same boy he had been then, not anymore. “Don’t chide me, old woman,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

There was an intense stare down between the two of them, the tension so thick it could have been sensed even by a donkey. That was until Baghra turned to Alina and said, “The boy thinks to get you an amplifier. What do you think of that, girl?”

He watched as Alina’s face brightened with a smile as if she had heard the most brilliant idea. And for a second, a brief moment, she reminded him of Serephina again, with the curve of her smile and the way her eyes crinkled with joy.

“I think it’s brilliant!” She nearly squealed. And the similarity was gone. Alina was not Serephina, and the differences got more evident as he got to know her better. Serephina’s face had always had a cold mask, much like himself, but he knew how to read her, where to look for in those brown eyes to find the answers. She was a book meant to be read just by him, and him only. Alina’s face was an open book left for everyone to read.

Baghra let out a disgusted sound, and the sound inspired an odd sense of pride in him. Alina was right where he needed her to be.

“Alina, have you ever heard of Morozova’s herd?” he asked.

“Of course she has. She’s also heard of unicorns and the Shu Han dragons,” Baghra said mockingly. If this woman wasn’t his mother, he would have kicked her out by now, but alas.

The Darkling took Alina out of the hut instead, wanting to have one conversation where Baghra didn’t interrupt him at every utterance that came out of his mouth. Though he was aware that she was keeping an eye on everything he was going to do.

“That woman,” he muttered to himself, running his hands all over his face. Then he ran his hands through his hair again, but this time to get the embarrassing image of him hiding behind Serephina to be safe of the rage Juris had upon finding out about the wedding.

“What?” he asked; half-embarrassed by the humor on Alina’s face.

“I’ve just never seen you so … ruffled.” She said.

“Baghra has that effect on people.”

“Was she your teacher, too?”

She was. Of course she was, she was his mother. But she wasn’t just a mother or teacher, she had been through a lot with him, suffered as bad as he had. Perhaps she was the only person alive who would bother to understand Aleksander and not the Darkling. “Yes,” he said in its place. “So what do you know about Morozova’s herd?”

Again she talked about how she had heard children’s stories. Again he told her what he wanted her to, making a passing remark about forgetting how new she was to all this. He was keenly aware of the raven-like gaze Baghra kept on both of them, but he ignored it. Again he was nice to Alina, listening to her talk by the lakeshore when the image of the bloodbath resurfaced. He turned his thoughts to less painful things like how things would have been different had Serephina been here.

After a while, he had had enough and he left. He was desperate for a glass of kvas, or even better, a glass of strong whiskey. The memories wouldn’t just stop invading his head.

So he focused on the night he thought Serephina was going to die.

It was a cold night after a snowstorm, a village in central Ravka that had once been free of the abomination of creation that most people called the Shadow Fold or the Unsea. They had stopped by the village while they were on their way to Fjerda.

 There was a pack of large wolves tormenting the villagers, and they had warned them against going out at night. But Serephina had wanted to see them, the wolves. She said something was calling out to her, and that she needed to see the wolves.

And refusing to let her go out in the danger all alone, Aleksander had accompanied her. He was scared, of course. He had always been afraid of the dark but he never showed it, but she knew. He knew that she knew. That was why she had been holding his hand, warming the both of them up to keep them through the night.

It was a little past midnight when Sere had lost hopes of seeing the wolves and they were about to head back, when a deep growl sounded somewhere to their left.

A pair of bright red glowing eyes were fixated on them dangerously. She let go of his hand and shoved him behind herself and then reckoned the alpha wolf closer. Aleksander’s male ego would have been hurt if he weren’t so scared.

The wolf was one of the biggest animals he had ever seen, standing taller and either of them. For a moment he was certain the wolf was one of the Grisha of the old stories, the shape-shifters who couldn’t turn back into their human form after being in their animal form for too long during the first Ravkan war.

Before Aleksander could think of an escape route, Serephina had moved forward, studying the animal. Its dark black fur was blacker than anything he had ever seen, but it gleamed against the white snow under the moonlit canopy. The wolf and the girl regarded each other, assessing the danger.

The wolf leaped in the air with its jaw spread open to attack Serephina faster than he could say, “Stop!” She didn’t leave her ground and raised her hands, shoving them forward with all the force. The wolf fell to the ground as if hit by an invisible wall.

And when her flint sparked up from her sleeve, the cold blue flames scared the large animal. But it got up, shook the snow off its fur and got back into the battle.

Ice, air, fire all of the three elements helped Serephina in her conquest. She even used a bit of the heart rendering powers that she had mastered and paralyzed the wolf, after some of their blood had splattered on the snow, frozen like red pearls.

She walked to the laying wolf, limp in her step from where the wolf had bitten her leg, her hidden knife in hand and stabbed the wolf right where it heart would be. And strangely, the wolf looked proud when she did it, and then raised its paw and scratched it through her chest, right where her heart would be.

Aleksander’s soul left his body in that instant.

The soft glow of moonlight that came from Serephina showed her face, bloodied and contorted in pain, as both their blood flowed freely to the ground, freezing instantly on the snow. The wolf was the first one to close its eyes, the glowing red disappearing.

She fell on the snow next, her breath escaping with a sigh.

He rushed to her side, almost blinded by the brightness of the light she radiated, and cradled her head in his arms, regretting not staying back at their little cave, not being able to convince her to stay, not being able to protect her because of his own fears.

Then her eyes opened, and her thin lips moved, muttering his name. Her eyes glowed bright red, like the wolf’s but the voice was hers, for no one else could ever speak in that musical voice that made him want to drop everything and just listen to her talk all day.

“Sere…” he softly said, tucking her black hair behind her ear.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, and then stood up. Her hair was a mess, her eyes looked tired, but they were back to their brown, and her clothes were ragged, covered in her own blood and the wolf’s, but to him she had never looked more beautiful.

“But the wolf-” he started.

“The wolf is one with me now,” She calmly explained. Her eyes changed to the bright red once again. “I am the wolf and the wolf is me.”

“Like the amplifiers,” he realized.

She smiled. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

“I hope you don’t eat Grisha for meals now,” He joked.

“I might eat someone if he gets too annoying,” she winked at him and walked away. Aleksander was frozen in his place.

The wolf was old, she knew everything. Serephina had always had an answer to his problems. Things would have been so much better had her and their child were with him right now. He would have been so much happier and maybe they would have been done with the fold by now.

But fate always had other ideas.

#shadow and bone #the darkling #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #ben barnes #general kirigan imagine #shadow and bone imagine #the darkling imagine #the darkling x f!oc #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x oc

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army dreamers || levi ackerman x male!oc

Rowan, the young, but promising marleyan warrior candidate was never famous for his ability to keep out of other people's businesses. After getting caught up in his family's history of titan experiments and genetically modified clans, his supervisors decide to harvest said curiosity and lack of discipline. He wakes up on a ship, sailing north, with a piece of paper in his backpack that has only one sentence written on it, over and over again: "Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home."

chapter one: the remaining

‘So, is it true?’

Zeke pushed himself away from the concrete wall he was leaning against.

‘What?’

‘That you’re the one to inherit it.’

The streets of the inner district got filled with busy adults, hurrying home from work. The two blonde boys slowly made their way through the crows, leaving the training center behind them. The setting sun painted an orange glow on the old, shiny stones and bricks.

‘Oh,’ Zeke sighed. ‘Yeah. But keep quiet!’

‘Quiet?’ Rowan exclaimed with sparkling eyes. ‘But this is awesome, you can finally be an honorary marleyan! You’re gonna be rich or some shit! Who knows about it?’

‘Those who need to know about it.’

Rowan walked next to him in silence, as he examined the stores they were passing by. Women with thicker arms than some warriors were carrying wooden boxes back from the street, cleaned the blackboards. He didn’t really understand why they had to clean them, after all, the same thing was advertised on them every day: potatoes and flour. Maybe because the price got higher and higher.

He thought about what his sister and mother did while he was away at training and then the interrogation. He doubted if Ma even got dressed.

‘Do you want to come over for dinner?’ asked Rowan. ‘You could tell Cornelia the big news!’

‘I was there yesterday…’

‘And?’

They turned at the corner but didn’t stop at Zeke’s house.

‘Do you think I have a bigger chance now to get the armored? I mean, you could say some nice things about me every now and then!’

‘Yeah, I’ll tell them about you. What nice things could I say to them, though? You are already on thin ice, that would just end up me also being punished.’

Rowan rolled his eyes but didn’t respond.

‘You’re being punished, right?’ Zeke inquired.

‘Well, yes, technically, no. They kept talking about all the things they can thank my family, and how it won’t protect me forever, and…’

‘They’re right, you know.’

‘I know,’ Rowan sighed. ‘Also, interrupt me again and you’re not getting dinner. As I was saying… they sort of agreed with me. Or I was just hallucinating out of stress.’

‘I highly doubt that’s a thing’ Zeke shook his head. ‘What on Earth did you say to them that they agreed?’

‘Well, they first shouted at me that I need to stop acting up, they can’t deal with me anymore in these times. You know, they’re about to plan the mission to retrieve the Founding… but they don’t even have proper candidates yet, they’re just stupid fuckers who never learned how to deal with pressure…’

‘Rowan, quiet!’

‘Shit, okay, got it!’ the younger frowned. ‘It was quite the speech they gave, though. About the titan experiments my ancestors did, and those… families. That the shifters they will have to send to Paradis will not only have to deal with those devils, but entire clans of genetically manipulated guard dogs, and they really don’t have the time to discipline me every time I’m too nosy. So, it got me thinking, and I just blurted it out, that they should get rid of the families first, then comes the hunt for the founding titan…’

Zeke raised a brow, his eyes locked on Rowan. He knew him too much, that tall monkey was already thinking, planning, or just revising ideas. His train of thought was interrupted by the sight of two soldiers, patrolling the narrow street.

‘When were they placed here?’ asked Rowan, as Zeke didn’t comment on the phenomenon.

‘They weren’t here yesterday,’ he muttered.

‘That’s why I asked, dumbass.’

Zeke yet again stayed silent – he did that an awfully lot of times. Rowan sometimes wondered if it simply was his nature, or he became like this after… what happened with Aunt Dina and Uncle Grisha. What he did not like to wonder about, is that what would happen to Cornelia and Ma if he got sent to paradise, like Zeke’s parents. Would they break down? Miss him? Rent out his bedroom immediately? Starve to death?

‘So, I only said the… plan or whatthefuckever to get them off my tail, but I think I really did give them ideas… I hope this makes me more favorable when it will come to the inheriting the armored titan!’ He had to blabber about something before his mind went to a darker place.

Rowan locked the front door behind them as they entered the narrow townhouse. Thick dust sat everywhere, around and on the once elegant leather shoes his mother used to wear but wasn’t picked up in weeks. The filth that Ma didn’t take care of quickly distracted him from the bad feeling he got from the soldiers on the street, this far from the fence.

‘Ma! Cornelia! Zeke is staying here tonight! What’s for dinner?’ he shouted, but got no answer, as usual.

They found his sister at the kitchen table, sleeping on top of a pile of textbooks. Her silver hair spread out on the pages, but he knew she studied for her pilot exams. Which she won’t be able to take if they’re not honorary marleyans. Another thought Rowan needed a distraction from.

Rowan gave Zeke a more comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants, after they both changed they headed back to the kitchen. Their cupboards were almost completely empty.

‘Didn’t you get the aid this month?’ Zeke glanced at him, after unsuccessfully searching for fresh ingredients.

‘The military has some good methods to keep up one’s motivation’ he shrugged. ‘We still have some potatoes and dry pasta somewhere, I think.’

They started working together in silence, Zeke knowing the kitchen just as good as Rowan. They boiled the potatoes, then the pasta, and added the remaining spices from the packet.

The meal was only enough for two.

Zeke automatically picked up one bowl and put it in front of Cornelia, who didn’t wake up to any of the noises they made.

Rowan gave the other to Ma, who even though had her eyes open, could have easily been asleep. He placed the warm bowl in her lap, guiding her bony, scarred hands to grab onto it, but her reaction to any of these arrived long seconds later. She didn’t seem to register his presence, not even when she sat up a bit on the sofa, and started eating, her greasy hair falling in front of her face, functioning like an old, ugly curtain. He stayed next to her for a while to make sure she didn’t stop after a few bites. Meanwhile, his mind wandered in his memories, trying to think back to the times his Ma was still pretty and healthy. Were they even real memories, or just the creation of a young little girl?

Zeke and he headed upstairs to get away from the smell of pasta that made their stomachs growl even louder.

‘Is it always going to be like this?’ Rowan asked quietly, not even expecting an answer.

‘This is what we signed up for.’

Rowan sat down on the bed, soon followed by Zeke. Their shoulders touched, but they didn’t pull away.

The bed they sat on barely counted as one, as it was one old mattress laid on the ground. He was supposed to get a frame, a few years back, Uncle Grisha promised to assemble one. This was the smallest promise that was broken.

He glanced out the window the mattress was placed next to. The two soldiers were still patrolling on their street.

‘We should sleep,’ said Zeke. ‘Or at least you should, you had a long day.’

So Rowan did. It was the last time he closed his eyes with full trust in the presence of him, as he didn’t wake up in his own bed the next morning. He didn’t even have any kind of bed under him, only smelly, wooden slats, and the scent of the sea around him.

He got up, thinking he was dreaming some bullshit again, but the wind in his long hair was too real. Everything got too real in mere seconds, just as the dozens of people a few feet away from him, all in chains. All in chains, except form him.

A nearby officer flinched as he spotted Rowan moving, his hand moving closer to the grip of his gun. He was clearly still a detainee, but some other kind. The ship they were on… was it sailing to Paradise? That was his supervisor’s solution to harmless bullshit he pulled sometimes? Turning him into the same mindless titan as traitors and murderers?

‘Hey, you rat.’ Burped the old officer, not even bothering to look in his direction anymore. ‘You’re not here for sightseeing, you have instructions.’

Rowan opened his backpack with trembling hands. It was almost empty – it had a water bottle in it, his knife that he trained with, and a piece of paper that got smudged ink all over it.

It had the same sentence written on it over and over again, mimicking the punishment they used on first graders in school. He couldn’t tell if it was Zeke’s or Cornelia’s handwriting.

Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.

Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.

Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.

Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.

Kill the remaining Ackermans on Paradis Island and return home.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x oc #snk fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr #wip #friends to lovers #zeke yeager #attack on titan fanfic #levi ackerman x male reader #levi ackerman x male oc #levi x you #levi x male oc #levi x male reader

[kpopfanfictrash]

I don’t have a question for the character ask game, BUT I wanted to tell you how much I love them! It feels so special to get more of a look I to the worlds you create. It’s so fun to read through them all and get to know the characters more. So this isn’t a character question, but one for you. If you could bond with a dragon, which type of dragon would you want to bond with?

LILY ILY! Hmmm. Okay, so this never became relevant during the fic, but the types of dragons are:

Memory dragons (powers can include: telepathy, prophecy, memory altercation, emotional manipulation, illusions, mind-control, psychometry)

Healing dragons (powers can include: physical healing of varying strength/ability, emotional healing, life)

Stormmakers  (powers can include: electricity/lightning, weather manipulation, water manipulation, air manipulation)

Elementals (powers can include: earth manipulation, heat and flame creation/manipulation -- beyond that of dragons, element transformation, gravity manipulation) 

Frost dragons (powers can include: ice generation, manipulation of water/ice, temperature manipulation, air manipulation)

Shifters (powers can include: (shapeshifting -- themselves, shapeshifting -- other objects)

Shadow dragons (powers can include: light absorption, shadow manipulation, shadow transportation, power vacuum, death)

Illuminators (powers can include: illusions, light creation, blinding flashes of light, temperature manipulation, invisibility)

Ranked from most to least likely to bond with a human: 1) elementals, 2) illuminators, 3) frost dragons, 4) healers, 5) stormmakers, 6) memory dragons, 7) shadow dragons. Shifters do not bond with humans. Soooo... hm. I think I would want to bond with a memory dragon. Their powers aren’t usually active ones, but they’re super cool and terrifying. LOL  

#Ember Burning Character Ask Game

[greyswritingagain-ohhell]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰

*yeets this at you and runs* PRINXIETY FAIRYTAIL SOULMATE AU-

The compass… What a beautiful creation. Burned into one’s little arms at birth, the red pin always pointing at destiny. Destiny one must travel to, a type of destiny named love.

Roman Sanders X Virgil Sanders

Word count: 2,393

TW: Blood mention, vague mention of sex (i guess?), threats, mentions of an unhappy father-son relationship. Msg if there is more.

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The compass… What a beautiful creation. Burned into one’s little arms at birth, the red pin always pointing at destiny. Destiny one must travel to, a type of destiny named love. The blissful romance of twirling skirts and melodic laughing from a young story of either woe or contentment. Though destiny is not entirely glitter and kisses, it is and will never be the work of fiction we all wish it be. It is also a raging storm against a raft in violent gunmetal waters, smashed plates and wine glasses once filled stained with tears and tragedy as cries and whimpers fill the lonely grey room that withheld an untold tale of sorrow.

Destiny, as mystifying as it is, can be merciless.

Though… maybe not in this case. Maybe not in the case of the poor little prince in his depressing creamy marble balcony. His glimmering jade eyes were devoid of the usual passion and joy they once shined with. Passion and joy were replaced with longing and unfulfilled urge. Urge to find his soulmate. His soulmate. He has built a reputation for himself for finding his citizen’s one and only, why couldn’t he find his? Why not a quest for the brave prince with a promise of a fairytail ending?

Simple. His father. The man who insisted he stay locked up inside, only seen when needed, only for the fair young maidens to coo and swoon at upon sight. All his services had been classified, hidden away within the palace walls, never to be dug up. But of course, that was only dust on his shoulder that he will eventually brush off. Because the one thing in his mind was them. His rare focus was on what he had considered will be his best achievement. His missing piece. The one he will treat like royalty then proceed to make them royalty.

His soulmate.

Though their meet was delayed many times, today, he was finally going to find them, see their sparkling eyes twinkle in the natural warm sunlight, witness their face contort from confused to… hopefully something positive. Today he will set off to the depths of the unknown and finally, finally, without any form of hesitation or restraint, be free from the chains of the limelight of their watchful gazes on him. Because as much as he loved his kingdom, he didn’t mind the morning breeze flowing through a woodland cottage as his love lied next to him, breathing softly and peacefully like an angel sent from the heavens. He didn’t mind the playful ribbons of the sunset reflecting on the diamond windows, endearing touches slowly becoming a burning sensation that lasts midnight when the stars bless their love.

But alas, father dearest must foil his plans once more when Roman Kingsley heard the familiar thudding of leather boots on the porcelain tiles, not even an attempt to sneak up.

“Father?”

At the unceremonious acknowledgement, his father came closer, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrowed, “Roman.”

Roman only heaved a heavy sigh, his brown hair teasing his forehead as he ran a hand through them to tame the flying strands. They seemed to shine in the sun, glowing a divine gold over the hues of brown, a halo of a prince. A prince fit for the role of a protagonist, a hero in fiction. Too good to be true, too perfect for such an icy hell called Earth, a forgery for the monsters and myths. A place of fire and ice, uniting to let their twisted gift see the light, the most merciless craft of the gods all creation feared as their result of boredom wrecked havoc over the paradise they so generously provided. And yet there he was, gleaming gold and red, a divinity in the midst of the madness.

Gold in the sand dunes, he'd say.

“What do you need from me, father?” He pondered, raising an eyebrow. There was no denying the slight hurt bubbling in his chest. The weight that rivalled Earth itself was pressing down harshly on his tired shoulders, a warning like defying gravity to never let go. Handling pain had always been his forte, a duel of clashing bronze and gold in the air. But dealing with muffled, inconveniencing pain from someone he had once considered his own father? He'd rather be thrown to the wolves.

“Morgana's at it again. This time worse than usual.”

Contrary to popular belief, he was rather fond of the treacherous shape shifter. Sure, they both had their moments of malice and graceful of fiction-worthy battles, but nonetheless, she was one of good company. Maybe even a friend. Though Roman was positive she'd never admit it. She always struck up a conversation, even the first time they met. Throwing blasts of flames and questions about him and then proceeding to vent to him about the stupidity his father must’ve had to send a 15 year old to “slay” a dragon. His agreement and addition to the topic had unknowingly blossomed a purple and red friendship, flourishing in the snow while dripping vicious, warm blood on the contrasting temperature. If anything, he was thankful his father had sent him on those missions.

But one thing stuck out from his father's sentence.

Worse than usual?

“Will you take care of her?” He deadpanned, placing a large, heavy hand on his shoulder. It was of the most brief displays of what his father called “affection”. Please. Even the stalactites in the dark of the caves nearby loved him better. That is, if constantly falling and almost gifting him a concussion is loving in one's words. Which apparently was to the stalactites. But what did he expect? Kisses on foreheads and ‘we love you's?

“You know I will.”

Its not like he had anything better to do.

Well, there was one mystery at hand. Er, wrist. Because no matter where he turned, the compass pointed the tip of the silver dagger north. It didn’t, not once, change direction. A cliché, yes, but one can only assume his soulmate takes solitude in the brutally icy snowy mountains, freezing for their own life. Or maybe thriving. Who knows, this fair lass or lad may be a hunter, shooting silvery bits of moonlight to puncture any stags nearby. A life they see worth living over their humanity. It was grave, yes. But Understandable. It was ironic, really. Because north was where Morgana set camp that day. Just his lucky day.

The trot of the thoroughbred echoed widely in the evergreen willow forests, tiny little warm white stars shining and illuminating the strip of a path towards his usual Sunday evening. Towards the steep, rocky mountains of Ragana. Could’ve done a better job at naming the damn thing but hey, it's her mountain after all. He had no jurisdiction to interfere with her property.

But the peak of the mountain showed way, standing in all its shimmering glory in the afternoon sun.

“Morgana? My dear, I appreciate the need to see me, but I am on a quest! I must find my soulmate! Can this please wait?-“

“What do you want with my mother?”

He froze, his begging paused. His hands grow stiff as a tree in the air, his hair brushing his forehead teasingly against the cold wind the white snow tinted. The voice had slightly shocked him, foreign and quite… mystifying. He says foreign, through there was a silver lever snapping in his mind, saying it is a familiar melody in his ears. Dark, surely a male's, unwavering, and very, very attractive. How does one tell if another is attractive through their voice?

Another detail caught his attention. His compass, rock solid. Normally a compass' pin will vibrate, jitter, yet still keep its direction clear. The silver end was ice, now burning his arm once more ever since the day of his birth, the tip of the pin now locked on the engraved N. He never recalled any but one knowledge of the compass freezing mid-encounter.

The compass speaks.

Was this young lad his bound? The end of the red string…? His.. Destiny…?

“Hey! Prince guy! I was talking to you-“ the voice died, now silent. The only thing that passed his ears were the slapping of the drooping Willow trees nearby that served him a dreamy backdrop and the blowing winds, gentle and smelling of the oddly comforting breeze of winter.

His body regained its motioning state, his hand dropping to his side, brushing his white blazer. His eyes scanned the scene, remembering the direction the voice came from. It came from under the dark overhang of stone, untouched by the snowflakes. Morgana's humble abode, he'd say. And since when did she have a son? Assuming it’s a man.

“I-She's been wrecking havoc amongst Acelina. We cannot afford any more wreckage, we cannot spend money so carelessly to clean up her messes. She must be stopped.” He said, his head held high. One could take one look at his poised form and think that he was actually confident, brave as he faced the man. But no. His head was screaming. His legs felt like stiff jelly. He was weak for just a dark and mysterious voice. Sue him.

“And? Must you kill her? What proposes that need?”

He squawked in surprise and offend, “I never said she must perish! I simply need to talk-“

“Oh? Then why a sword? Why the need to bring a rash weapon when all you need to do is talk?”

If this was his soulmate, his guards better prim his deathbed soon for this hiding man will be the cause of his delicate demise.

Everything evaporated into the wind, a heavy silence falling and pressing on their slouched shoulders, a force like defying physics. And as every second ticks by in the hourglass, the weight started to gain, pound by pound as they helplessly watch themselves almost get wordlessly sink into a rabbit hole of deep tension.

Almost all else was lost into the marine depths of the Pacific till Roman heard footfalls against the 2inch thick snow. Till the small clouds of breaths from the other brushed softly against his flushed cheeks. Till he felt something cold and sharp press against his chest.

Oh no.

“Listen, prince, I don’t care who you are, what you want, or what your intentions are, all I want you to do is to not—touch—my—mother.”

Though the icy silence was the only solace he could’ve confided in, he had to reply. And he had to do it carefully. One wrong spin, one wrong puff of air, one wrong gesture, and the dagger drives violently through his panicking heart and he will be left to die in the clutches of the dark, mysterious lad without even a glimpse of his face.

“I have no intention or need to hurt your mother. She and I are… acquaintances. And I wish to speak to her.”

The lad lifted his head, his purple velvet hood now falling off as Roman was sure his heart had stopped and screamed at the sight…

His eyes. Those wretched, silver and coffee eyes will be the death of him. Sunlight flooded in them, the numerous similar shades of iron and dirt violently popping against porcelain skin. His hair was a tint of purple, blending in with midnight spikes flopping on his head. His lips were tight and sealed, a menacing scowl stretching his sharp features.

“Acquaintances, huh?-“

“Virgil!” a new voice broke through the sharp silence, stern and feminine. They both recognized it immediately.

“Mom?”

“Morgana!”

The woman was insanely beautiful, he had to say, what with the curled umber hair and the piercing gold eyes against equally pale skin as her son. The threaded hem of her slim burgundy dress was damp against the snow, her black velvet cloak waving against the wind.

“Virgil Anxolia Black, what on earth were you about to do?” she loudly proclaimed, pulling him by the arm and releasing the tight pressure ‘Virgil' so graciously put him under. He released a breath, swallowing lightly. Virgil, however, looked outraged, a cold, hard determination in his eyes. His gloved hand seemed to tighten around the knife the second Roman began to speak.

“Fret not, Morgana, he was simply-“

The knife was raised, another step falling onto the snow as he heard the crunch of it under Virgil's boot, “what’d I say about my mother?!”

Perhaps it was the strong tone of his voice or the alluring gleam of his wide, steely eyes, but Roman had just felt his heart skip a sobbing beat. His beauty was radiant, a rose against the crowded leaves, a lit candle amidst a hurricane, a stray shadow in the room of light. And with a knife pointed and a lethal scream of his heart, Virgil Black was truly an unmistakable Adonis in his jade eyes.

The scene went still, a brush of the wind setting tiny movements for the three. A chill ran down Roman's spine at it. Silence was never an area of expertise of his. Silence turns into tension, tension into impulsiveness, impulsiveness into absentminded decisions that lead to blood being drawn and late night regrets to weep for. He was not a fan.

But alas, before tension turned into a form of impulsiveness, the woman in the cloak stepped forward, gently taking her son's wrist, “your compass…”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, taking his wrist down, therefor lowering the knife and allowing Roman a few seconds of oxygen, “what’s wrong with it…?”

His mother huffed in gleeful disbelief, her golden eyes glimmering, “its still! Your soulmate must be in your presence!”

Contrasting the unusual cheery expression of the shape shifter, Virgil stilled, his hand once again a lethal grip on the bronze dagger, his eyes flat with no emotion, “someone's here.”

This only made Roman's skipping heart seemingly beat faster in lovesick adrenaline as he slowly connected the dots.

Mine doesn’t work either…

And it was clear that Morgana thought the same as she dragged Virgil's wrist forwards closer to him, careful not to impale the flinching prince, and took his own wrist, lining both their compasses up until both North and South are parallel points.

Everything seemed to click in the two men's minds, mismatched eyes meeting jade.

Oh boy, this will be a ride.

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#prinxiety #sanders sides #virgil ts #virgil sanders #roman x virgil #roman ts #roman sanders #prinxiety fanfic #prinxiety fic #sander sides #thomas sanders #anxiety sanders #creativity sanders #soulmate au #fairytail au #soulmate x fairytail au #Tw blood mention #Tw sex mention #Tw threats #Tw unhappy father-son relationship #grey writes

[slushieplanet]

Love Death + Robots

I just finished season one, thought I’d share my thoughts on each film. Mild Spoilers. 

Sonnie’s Edge: My favorite, loved it, 10/10. I would love it to become a series if possible. I loved the designs, the animation style, the plot twist. Awesome.

Three Robots: Funny, I liked it. Loved the characters and how they thought things were run. I also liked that even though they were robots with natural personalities, they spoke in complicated and technical ways while describing certain things. 

The Witness: This one was pretty cool! It filled me with anxiety because I was wondering how it would end. I liked how it was a loop. The art style mindfucked me because it was live action AND drawings. 

Suits: I liked the art style, the setting and how things ended up in the end. It had good character designs and was honestly lighthearted. Really good. :)

Sucker of Souls: Meh, didn’t like this one as much as the others. The humor and art style was pretty nice, but everything over else was not my thing. :/

When The Yogurt Took Over: HATED IT. I hated the style, hated the narrator’s voice. Awful. 

Beyond the Aquila Rift: I have mixed feelings about this one. I don’t like space bug stuff, but it was a good psychological horror. Just seeing Thom outside the simulation, seeing how his body was horribly skinny and how long his hair was,  just shows that the alien was feeding off of his sex and then just... let him die. It wasn’t giving him any support on the outside.

Good Hunting: I liked this one a lot! I liked how it showed how the magic from the land hurt the spirits and the steampunk setting in Hong Kong. The racial slurs.. yikes. Pretty fucked up circumstances but I like how revenge was set up at the end and the overall style. 10/10

The Dump: Ehhhhh not much for me to say about this. I didn’t like seeing an old man’s gross dick. :///

Shape-Shifters: Oh I loved this one! The style, the idea behind the werewolves. The character’s facial designs. Pretty brutal but I liked it. 

Helping Hand: This one gave me a lot of anxiety. It was interesting how Alex, I think her name was, found a way to get momentum in space. I feel really sorry for her, got me thinking about how painful having exposed flesh in space would be. 

Fish Night: I loved the art style and the fish/ocean/desert thing. Kinda... hm. Lame how the dude died in the end. 

Lucky 13: This one was actually really sweet. I really liked Colby, her attitude towards the ship and how she felt when she lost her. I was totally expecting the ship to be sentient somehow. 

Zima Blue: This one was beautiful! The narrator’s voice, Zima’s passion and creations, the plot twist, how he died. It was so beautiful. 

Blindspot: GODDAMMIT BOB. I loved the character designs and art style. This is another one I wouldn’t mind having a full series of. 10/10. Loved it. 

Ice Age: Oh this one was great! It was funny in a simple way, and I really enjoyed... I dunno, the organic emotions of it? I like how nonchalant they were about missing the Renaissance. Eh, they can just witness history forever. Everything comes together, right?

Alternate Histories: Awful. Didn’t like it. Next. 

The Secret War: I liked the art style, the setting... not so much the monsters. But the character designs were really good and I honestly wouldn’t mind watching a full movie with the characters. 

In conclusion: Sonnie’s Edge will always be my favorite out of all of them. That and Blindspot would be great shows. 

#love death and robots #sonnie's edge #three robots #the witness #suits #sucker of souls #when the yogurt took over #beyond the aquila rift #good hunting #the dump #shape-shifters #helping hand #fish night #lucky 13 #zima blue #blindspot #ice age #alternate histories #the secret war

[sourpunchsims]

created by: me and @berryconfetti​

Like music? Like berry sims? Or don’t? That’s fine too! I introduce to you, a 5 10 11? generation music based legacy

*inspired by @a-kind-berry/red​‘s Seven Songs

@berryconfetti basically wrote gens 6-10 as an expanded version of this, so half of the credit goes to them. If you find anything wrong with the challenge, don’t hesitate to let us know! We will also be adding new generations as we get new content! If something isn’t specific, do whatever you want to!

I follow the tags: #lmds & #musiquedessims! Also tag me if you want when you start it so I don’s miss it! I would love to see your challenges!

*The name literally translates to “The Music of The Sims” in French!

This does use quite a lot of packs. If you don’t have something, feel free to substitute in something else! Most importantly, have fun!

Generation 1: Pop

Packs Needed: City Living, Get Together, Get Famous Color: Pink Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity Career: N/A, allowed a part time job to get some beginning funds Traits: Self-Absorbed

You’ve always dreamed of becoming a pop star. You leave your quaint home in the country side to move to the city, to try and make your dream a reality. It’s tough, but you know you have what it takes. You love hanging out with your friends and having weekly karaoke nights, whether they’re at your home or out in the city. Form a band or go solo, it’s up to you!

When you have a chance encounter with a fan, you never expected anything to come of it, but you end up falling in love. Bad fan fiction, anyone?

Live in San Myshuno or Del Sol Valley

Max Singing and Dancing skills

Reach level 5 fame and have a good reputation

Have weekly karaoke nights with your friends, until life gets too hectic from you getting more and more public attention

Marry a fan (RED)

Generation 2: Rock

Packs Needed: City Living, Get Famous Color: Red Aspiration: Musical Genius Career: Entertainer: Musician branch, then Social Media

You inherited your parents love for music and want to start your own band, but you don’t want to be the singer. You’d rather rock out on a guitar any day. With your parents backing you, your band quickly climbs the ladder. But when you fall in love with a band member, things start getting complicated, and eventually the band breaks up and you marry your love and settle down. You’re also very into social media and sharing your life on the web.

Live in San Myshuno starting from Young Adult until you’re an elder, then you can choose to retire somewhere quieter with your family if you wish

Max the Guitar and Media Production skill

Have and update a social media platform frequently- simstagram or simstube

Form a band as a teen

Have the band break up in your YA stage

After the band breaks up, quit your job and enter the Social Media career

Marry a band member (BLUE)

Have at least 3 kids

Generation 3: Karaoke

Packs Needed: Get To Work Color: Blue Aspiration: Joke Star Career: Entertainer: Comedian branch

It seems the musical gene skipped over you. While your siblings follow in your grandparents/parents foot steps, try as you might, you just can’t sing or dance. Instead, you move to Oasis Springs to focus on comedy. You use your name to your advantage, what with your grandparents being famous world wide and the handful that remember your parents’ old band. In your free time, you work on your photography.

Complete your aspiration/max your career

Move to Oasis Springs

Max Comedy, Charisma, and Photography skills

Marry a co-worker (PURPLE)

Have only 2 kids, that are close in age (or cheat for twins!)

Try to get your parents band back together for one last show, if nothing else, before they’re elders

Generation 4: Disco

Packs Needed: Get Together, Jungle Adventure Color: Purple Aspiration: Master Chef Career: Culinary: Chef branch Traits: Dance Machine, Foodie

The dancing gene is back! You want to learn every style of dance, but you also have an intense love for baking. You forced your sibling to help you practice dancing whenever you could, and they were your guinea pig for your baking creations. You maintain a close relationship with them throughout your life, until the death of your parents changes them.

Max Dancing, Selvadoradian Culture, and Baking skills

Meet your spouse (GREEN) in Selvadorada

Complete the master chef aspiration

Be best friends with your sibling, until the death of your parents

Fall out of touch with your sibling for a while before trying to mend your relationship

Generation 5: Alternative

Packs Needed: Base Game, Island Living (optional) Color: Green Career: Gardener- only work from home Aspiration: Any of the outdoor ones

You still have a love for music like most everyone else in your family, but you don’t see yourself pursuing it as a career. You end up in the country, on a farm, raising a garden and a brood family. You like to wood work in your free time, even dedicating a work shop to it. You also love to dabble in lots of different instruments. You know what they say, jack of all trades, but master of none.

Move to a farm as a YA, after getting married

Max Gardening and Handiness skills

Reach at least level 5 in 3 or more instrument skills

Complete the Gardening collection

Complete your chosen aspiration– Renaissance Sim would also be a good option*

Marry your childhood best friend (ORANGE)

Have lots of babies! At least 5 to help with the farm!

Make and use lots of wooden things in your house, for function or decoration

*Optional: Use the off the grid lot trait once you move to your “farm”

Generation 6: Nursery Rhymes

Packs Needed: City Living, Parenthood, Seasons (optional) Color: Orange Aspiration: Super Parent Traits: Childish, Geek, Family Oriented

You loved having so many siblings and now that you’re all grown up you still love playing with toys and doing childish things. You wish you never had to grow up (yay for Peter Pan syndrome!)! You were never good at playing music despite all the instruments around the home, but you did enjoy making up silly poems and songs, which entertained your brothers and sisters. When it’s time to start your own career as a Young Adult you start sending your poems and songs to publishers, eventually becoming a published author of Children’s stories!

Max Parenting, Writing, and Video Gaming skills

Have a baby sitter job as a teen

Complete the Void Critters collection

Marry a childish, cheerful, AND/OR outgoing sim (GRAY/CHARCOAL)

Attend GeekCon every time (or at least every other time) it happens

Go roller/ice skating regularly with your family- you decide how often. 

*Could be like a tradition. Could even make it a holiday and have it happen once a “year"

Generation Seven: Heavy Metal

Packs Needed: Vampires, Seasons (optional) Color: Gray/Charcoal Aspiration: Any vampire aspiration Career: Criminal: Boss branch

You hated how happy and cheerful your family always was and want to distance yourself as much as you can from it, and them. Whenever a pop or dance song starts you change it to the Spooky station. You meet a vampire as a teen and become obsessed with vampire culture and their way of life, eventually asking to become one, taking pleasure in singing the Vampire’s siren song for that sweet, sweet plasma

Complete one or more vampire aspirations

Max Vampire Lore, Mischief, & Pipe Organ skills

Become good friends with a vampire you meet as a teen and get them to turn you

Become a Master Vampire

Marry a vampire (YELLOW- not necessarily the friend that turned you)

Move to Forgotten Hollow after being turned

*Optional: Never have contact with your family you left behind- they wouldn’t understand why you chose this

Celebrate Halloween!

Generation 8: Classical

Packs Needed: Spa Day, Vampires, Vintage Glamour Color: Yellow Aspiration: Mansion Baron Career: Critic- Arts branch

You have a taste for the finer things in life brought on by your vampire parents who shared with you the knowledge and appreciation of history, antiques and pretty (valuable/rare) things. You want the best of everything and the best house to show it all off. Your dislike of the common music on the radio has you hire a butler so that they can serenade you with the classical sounds of the piano and violin

Max Violin, Piano, & Wellness skill

Marry a snob or materialistic sim (TEAL)

Fall in love with a human- not necessarily your spouse ooh spicy- and cure yourself to grow old with them

*heir must be human

Collect all the rare collectibles

Go to the spa regularly

Have a butler

Throw a black and white party regularly

Generation 9: Punk

Packs Needed: Get Together, Outdoor Retreat, Get Famous (optional) Color: Teal Aspiration: Public Enemy Career: Politician

Growing up you didn’t always like your parent’s beliefs and had a different outlook on life and love. You pushed the boundaries to get your voice heard! Basically the Rebel™ gen.

Max DJ, Charisma, & Herbal-ism skills

Have a house fit for dance & dinner parties

Host a dance OR dinner party (different crowds) once a week

*Optional: Become a celebrity with a bad reputation

Be in a club that has mischief, DJing, & the give speech interactions

Have a child from a one night stand (WHITE)

Never marry

Generation 10: Ballads (Love Songs)

Packs Needed: Get To Work, Seasons, Island Living (optional) Color: White Aspiration: Soulmate Career: Own a flower shop retail store Traits: Romantic, Loves Outdoors, Your Choice  *Berry Optional: You’re a color shifter and change colors based on your emotions

Your parent didn’t believe in love, but you’re a sap for romance. You dream of finding your soulmate and having the perfect white wedding. You also have a love for flowers, so you start your own flower shop, but after falling in love with a customer and starting a family you want to help more people find their soulmates. You start developing an app where people can share love poems and songs to woo other sims they match with.

Max Gardening, Flowering Arranging, & Programming skills

Make at least one app

Marry a customer and have a family and never divorce

*Optional: the customer was secretly a mermaid

Celebrate Love Day

Generation 11: Disney

Packs Needed: Island Living Color: Coral Aspiration: Beach Life- after completed, Curator Traits: Child of the Ocean, Child of the Islands, Romantic Career: Conservationist: Marine Biologist path

You grew up watching your parents be so in love and you want that kind of love so badly. On the same notion, you feel such a strong connection to the ocean and water in general. You have always longed to visit Sulani and when you see a job opening there, you jump at it. Pack your bags! Sulani, here you come!

Max Logic, Fitness, Charisma, & Singing skills

Complete the Seashell & Buried Treasure collections

*Become a mermaid if you weren’t born one

If you were not born a mermaid, “trade your voice” to an evil sea creature to become one

You “get your voice back” after you complete the seashell collection

Have at least 2 spouses throughout your lifetime- one before you “get your voice back”

Seduce the first one into marriage with your mermaid powers- desperate for love- before bitter-sweetly realizing that kind of ‘love’ isn’t real and wipe their memory and let them go

Whether or not you have children with them or not is up to you

Ultimately end up with a co-worker that loves the island as much as you do

***Gen 12- coming with the Realm of Magic pack***

If you guys do this, tag me in the beginning of it, or use #LaMusiqueDesSims or #LMDS. I’d love to see what you guys do with it! <3

#ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy challenge #lmds #lamusiquedessims #LMDS challenge

[loreshark]

WMaM Races - Continued

I’m back with more background info for you guys! 💜 This post is a sort of Part 2 to one I made earlier about some of the characters and their different species. You can find Part 1 HERE.

Let’s take a look at the villains this time, shall we?

Up first, Twice! He’s another cambion (like Shouji), but his magical abilities manifested differently; he’s a golem maker and he’s damn good at it. The golems he produces have to be based off of a real person and he has no control over their actions (same as canon). Unlike canon, he can tap into each golem’s senses remotely through a tiny doll-like replica that forms during their creation; these dolls are known as obverii. (Twice’s background story is very similar in WMaM. He created multiple golems of himself and, during their eventual fighting, broke the obverii belonging to his clones. He now has no way of knowing if he’s the original Twice or a golem.)

Shigaraki gets to be a ghoul cause I say so. Ghoul (or ghul) is from an arabic word meaning ‘to seize’; literally, how perfect is that? He crumbles things to dust with his touch and he’s striving for a new world and his whole aesthetic is hands and you see where I’m going with this, right? They are creatures of death and the macabre and often associated with graves, decay, and blood (which... have you seen the rest of the villains? They’re totally his type). Ghouls look fairly human, if a bit withered. Pretty much how Shigi always looks.

For Toga, I didn’t want to go with a traditional vampire because she’s got so many fun features to play with. I chose rakshasi for her (which totally sounds like a word I made up but I swear I didn’t). They’re creatures from hindu myth and were commonly seen as blood drinkers, shape shifters, cannibals, and illusionists. Their slaughtering of men is described as being ‘a gleeful pursuit’ and if that’s not the perfect description of Toga, I don’t know what is. In WMaM, she can briefly take on the appearance and voice of any person whose blood she drinks. Her ability to disguise herself as someone increases VASTLY if she kills them first.

I personally subscribe to the theory that Dabi is a Todoroki, meaning that both he and Shouto are hybrids. In Dabi’s case, he is immediately recognized as an ifrit, or fire jinn, like his father. His blue flames are ice cold however (imagine freezer burn + fire burn) due to his mother’s jötunn heritage. Most of the time he looks like a very tired human, but he also has an ifrit form consisting of blue/white skin, serrated horns, and a hollowed-out chest filled with fire.

Last but not least, Kurogiri is a mistinii. The name translates to ‘shape of mist’, once again using the suffix “nii”, as seen in drakonii. Mistinii do not have a physical form in the same way that other creatures do. Instead, they are comprised almost entirely of incorporeal shadow wrapped around a crystallized core. Their power grows in the night, but they are wary of fighting due to the delicate nature of their ‘hearts’. They are a rare race, like the miradin, and relatively unknown. Outside of their shadow-stepping abilities, very little is understood about their powers.

Thanks for reading! 💜

For more WMaM info, check out the master list HERE!

#WMaM #wmam lore #what makes a man #bnha villains #kiribaku #bnha #bnha fantasy au #boku no hero academia #bnha ao3 #bnha au #original fantasy #my writing #wmam races #wmam characters

[cloud-quackery]

Could you tell us more about your ocs powers?

Well okay!

Bella’s powers

She mostly inherited her grandmothers powers she can levitate small or big things,she can also turn invisible,she only did this once but she turned into a bird,Bella can also control people,she can also change her appearance and she can look normal,Bella can tell somebodys soulmate,she’s a bit of a psychic,has a bit of good luck because of her and her rose,her hair glows if she’s having a flashback,and Bella has an airbending power but she also got some of magica’s power,Bellas hair can turn black with purple streaks, she can turn into a shadow like Bria or she can control someones shadow, if she’s really angry her powers can kick in and can loose control of her powers one of her eyes will turn black and the pupil turns into purple and that sometimes means her evil self could almost control her if her eyes are completely black and has both purple eyes that means she’s in control over her body.

Her self defence: diamond daggers and a whip

Her mother can connect with her because she’s linked to Bella

Brayden’s powers

Brayden has his great uncles powers, he has super strength,Brayden can read most people’s minds,he’s a siren,he can speak any type of language and he can speak to animals,he can hypnotize people with his voice and his eyes,walks on water,he can survive anything but if it’s something really deadly and dangerous than there can be a chance he could die so he pretty much have scars and bruises all over his body but he did survive a gunshot and a stab in a hand,At some point he can go emotionless at random times,psychic,Brendan can possess him but when he’s done Brayden will get sick and he sometimes throws up,Brayden has a fire bending and water bending powers but if his bending powers lose control he can severely hurt someone with his fire power and that’s why he doesn’t want anybody around him,Brayden can wipe somebody’s mermory and he uses that power on people to forget about him, and same thing that happens to Bella his hair changes and inherited some evil magic

His self defence: two swords

Agatha does see and talk to him in his sleep and in his dreams

Bridget’s powers

Bridget inherited her mothers powers, she can make two people fall in love,she has a bow and arrow that you know what it does,if a couple are fighting she can make them stop with her magic because she’s the next Cupid,she can control plants,psychic,her hair can moves slowly when she flips it,has ice bending powers,she’s a shape shifter,she can get different personality’s,she can make dresses with her power,she can multiply into people but has a limit,if she’s hurt she can regenerate,(I don’t why I made this power but) she can put things into her hair and take it out again,has a creation power,she can talk to snakes,Bridget could possibly fly,she also did this one time but she does this thing where in her sleep she can levitate,and her hair changes and she has some evil magic.

Her self defence: bow and arrow

Agatha can see through Bridgets eyes

Blaze’s powers

Blaze inherited some of his fathers powers,he can turn into a raven,he can fly,and he can spawn spears and throws them but he tries not to go overboard,he can change his gender so he can disguise himself,He doesn’t know why but he can control an eclipse,his eyes can zoom to far away places,and he can mind meld with someone,Blaze doesn’t know much about his powers but he knows he has an earth bending power, levitate things to he can do things faster,also he can turn into a dragon and when he’s back to his normal self he does spawn with a new outfit,not really scared of anything,but if he does get really angry he can turn into a devil and same thing his hair changes and has some evil magic

His Self defence: spears

Agatha can mind meld with him

#ducktales 2017 #brooke quackery