#minor interference lore

[bambiraptorx]

Is there any hidden City lore you have written out then didn't get a chance to use?

There a fair bit that I haven't shared, not so much because I didn't get the chance to use it but more because I couldn't figure out how to explain it in the story in a way that makes sense.

For example, in the most recent chapter of Minor Interference, there's a couple throwaway lines about people, specifically school faculty members, getting in fights on the school grounds. This is because, given that there's a public blood sport arena that's so popular it's advertised on touristy maps of the city, I figured that it's not a stretch for yokai culture to have a different perspective on fighting and violence than humans might.

One of the ways that manifests is that structured/pre-planned fights, usually in the form of duels, is much more common in the Hidden City. It's a fairly common way of dealing with tension between people, emotions running high, slights to personal/familial honor, that kind of thing. They aren't usually fights to the death and normally are set up in advance, and are probably frequent enough that it's not unusual for places to have areas specifically set aside, or at least designated, for them. The exact rules/boundaries of each fight are always clarified ahead of time for the sake of both fighters.

Fights are a maybe little more frequent in academic settings, partly as a form of stress relief and partly because people can get SO heated in debates about various specific inane topics that nobody outside of their specific field cares about. Especially when they have literal centuries to get invested in their topic of choice. (Draxum is no exception to this rule, but his background as a warrior is unusual enough that these duels tend to work differently for him lol. That did not stop him from getting into duels when he was a teacher.)

#asks #bambi's rambling #rottmnt #rottmnt au #minor interference lore

[mo-mode]

Okay so now that we have more satyr lore in the show, I’m gonna need an in-universe documentary about all of the magical creatures and monsters narrated by minor god of nature himself David Attenborough and filmed by a crew of brave satyrs but it always goes horribly wrong. every time they try to document a monster in its natural habitat, the monster’s just reading a book or like eating a churro or something until either it tries to eat the crew or a demigod child appears and then they turn into a living nightmare and David is like “oh dear” in his posh British accent and they cut to some b-roll footage of centaurs galloping or something. And then when they try to get some cute footage of magical creatures, either the satyrs almost die or there’s a tragic death of the creatures like hippocampus babies traveling in a pod with their family, but then one of them gets eaten by a sea serpent and you see a satyr wailing in the corner as we hear David say something like “oh what a shame but that’s the circle of life” and they just keep on going. the satyrs keep trying to give the animals satyr’s blessings but that’s not allowed cuz they can’t interfere like normal documentarians can’t so it’s just them trying and failing to protect the animals while the omniscient god David Attenborough keeps narrating without pause. But it’s also their duty as satyrs to preserve nature so they still need to make the best show possible

It’s a Need. I will write the script myself, okay? Don’t tempt me. Rick Riordan hire me PLEASE

#the satyrs are filming a gorgon and it’s just the gorgon sharpening a knife really threateningly until the camera crew just awkwardly leaves #one satyr is rubbing a hellhound’s belly to keep it in frame but then it shadow travels and takes the satyr with it #they get a call from the satyr like three minutes later like I’M IN TANZANIA? #David Attenborough after watching a basilisk eat a moose: so is life (satyr audibly sobbing in the recording) #it’s like Our Planet but for Greek monsters alright? #David Attenborough gives off Aristaeus or Oxylus vibes #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #percy jackson tv show #pjo spoilers #percy jackson the lightning thief #pjo series

[weebsinstash]

Ohmygod your thoughts on Yandere Miguel give me life

Idk how your blog works so feel free to ignore and delete this ask but I have some thoughts I'd like your take on

So platonic yandere Miguel with a teen reader who's crushing on a villain from her universe (im a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope </3). And villain reciprocates feelings but is obviously evil (i can't fix them I'll love them for it) so Miguel HATES it even more.

And I'm imagining that villain is also a yandere so there's just gonna be so much drama like AHDISHDUSHD

But yes this idea has been bouncing around in my head alot

If you give me permission I shall come in here with more thoughts on this if I get them

Anygays have a nice day or night make sure to stay hydrated!!!

*Tyler the creator voice* ok ok ok ok ok

so, I was thinking of something earlier, and, I forgot to grab a screenshot of it, but, extremely incredibly minor ATSV spoiler, when Miles is being shown the holograms of the Spiderverse, another series of canon events that is shown is every Spider having some sort of Symbiote experience (as in Venom, which, I have to admit, I'm uh, not extremely knowledgeable on Spiderman lore, I've been out of the game with this series since like grade school, I used to be big on DC and TMNT and hero shit, so, yeah)

Reader is just crushing on like, some evil Eddie Brock or some bad boy with a Symbiote, and dedicated/obsessive Papá Miguel instantly recognizes when your moods and behaviors start to change, more rebellious, more moody, you're becoming a bit more assertive, but not always in the good way, you're hurting people, maybe even stealing and other petty crimes. He presses you on who you've been hanging out with because APPARENTLY you've been sneaking off your watch so you can't inherently be tracked or spied on or contacted

Some drama ass shit like, Miguel has been trying to reach you because you both have some sort of really sentimental or important date coming up, maybe the anniversary of when he first met you or your birthday or his birthday where you both were supposed to do something nice together, something that's been planned and talked about for ages, and then, this rebellion stuff begins and, the date comes and you completely ghost him, he can't find you, contact you, he's frustrated and angry but also worried because what if you're hurt? What if his baby girl is HURT 🥺 SURELY that's the ONLY reason you wouldnt show up and break your poor stressed beloved daddy's heart liks this 🥺 and he finally finds you and you're totally fine, it's just like "haha sorry 'dad' I was getting railed by my evil big tall hunky villain boyfriend and also I have a Symbiote now, look at my spooky black costume, im evil now :)" and here's Miguel like "NOOO PRINCESA 😭😱✝️", but, technically he's only able to interfere in certain ways, like, maybe he can pressure you to break up with this guy but your Symbiote is canon and whether you defeat it and get rid of it or somehow master it and befriend it like say Ghost Spider, that isn't up to him, he can only pressure you but he can't MAKE you do anything, at least, not directly

You're running around having your rebellious Evil Girl Autumn and he's trying to, you know, steer you back onto the path of righteousness and all that and the harder he tries to control you the angrier you're getting until you're even losing your temper and throwing things at him or eventually physically attacking him (to which he's forced to overpower you which, you two have sparred before but this is different and it breaks his heart). You throw your watch at him and tell him to go fuck himself, that you hate him, that you never want to see him again, but you're crying and he takes this as a sign you aren't serious (which, you aren't, not 100% completely, you kinda lowkey ARE having a huge temper tantrum and rebellious phase and being a criminal brat, but, like.... spiderverse babyyyy we got Spider powers, shit has no consequences, or so it feels like to you at the time, and the Symbiote is maybe questionably evil and corrupting your thoughts)

Oh I just realized you said teen reader and here I am talking about getting railed 💀 maybe the villain is a teen too or just a few years older than you but either way like. Miguel doesn't want his sweet innocent pure virginal baby girl having sex! With anyone! Especially before marriage! (Although i was hearing he's kind of a slut in the comics?) He ever finds that shit out it's like, A CRISIS EVENT. He's like that one stereotype of brothers/fathers who hate seeing their sister/daughter date because that's the baby the raised/grew up with. Picture having an argument with him and you're just trying to piss him off and like, it's true but in anger you say "OH YEAH? oh YEAH??? Well, well, you know how you hate Hobie Brown so much?! We've been dating JUST TO MUTUALLY SPITE YOU, and you know what, i actually like him, and he likes me! Maybe we'll hook up for real! Maybe I'll FUCK HIM, DAD :) maybe we'll HAVE A BABY TOGETHER, DAD :)"

Like girlie nooooo you're getting put into The Biggest Time-Out The Multiverse Has Ever Seen. You think getting locked up in a room would be bad, NO, because at least you'd have some vague sense of privacy and personal space. You're now on 24/7 Daughter Duty, with him literally all the time except for, bathing and that stuff. He's dragging you around, making you accompany him, controlling what you're allowed to do, really an extended prolonged punishment. Hss making you sit in his office or whatever while he works and you'll be absolutely fucking bored out of your mind because you're basically given nothing to do, have no phone, no tasks really. He's not outright hurting or abuse you but it's a kind of psychological burden for you, but from his perspective he's just, basically guarding you like a dedicated father, protecting his baby from tarnishing her reputation, her body, and otherwise when he isn't there. CLEARLY he has a lot more fathering to give you than he originally thought

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #and yeah sure homie youre free to send ideas whenever i just might not always reply #im working 40 hour weeks and kts third shift and its really uh messingup my sleep after all these months #also weed. tons of weed lol

[keeperthemultiversemom]

What could be consider laws of the multiverse?

Or is there no such thing?

Aight aight

Let's go, explanation for time

For this one I will speak as creator

This is infos I've shared before on my site, and I got the greenlight to share it here !

Reminder that @neonross was the og creator of Out of Bounds and I am merely one of the artist and writers ( and alternatively the lore gremlin that make sure everything is smooth good lore lol ( so for lore clarification yeh I'm the good person to ask haha))

So here are the "laws" of the multiverse and how it works in wttmv specifically !

Those rules apply only in our story, but anyone who wants to use those concepts are welcome, of course ! Neon Ross's og intent was to have rules flexible enough for people to make characters and have fun with the concepts, but we don't mean to be an autority of any kind and ruin people's fun... Anyway, explanation time

It's not really "laws" so much as rules for ourselves and for our story, to give it nuances and stakes and the right amount of lore scratching complexity

Some characters however might tell you that these are laws lmao

✨Out of Bounds ✨

___-Lore Guide-___

Out of Bounds (OOB) is a realm existing beyond the multiverse, operating by its own rules and devoid of time. This guide provides insight into OOB's nature, its role in the multiverse, and the mechanics governing its interactions.

Nature of Out of Bounds

Definition :

• OOB is a space outside of alternate universes, akin to the Void Realm in Towags where forgotten characters and places reside.

• Awareness of this space is limited, known only to those who reside within or encounter its inhabitants.

Television :

• Floating televisions within OOB display AUs, acting as viewports or portals for interaction.

• Televisions serve as a primary means for Multiversers to observe and interact with AUs. ( While it is the primary way, note that there are exceptions and other ways to travel )

Shows :

• We call "show" the stories within the multiverse. Includes the Original, Variants, Alternate Universes.

• The Original cannot be touched or interacted with by anyone.

• Variants are copies of the original with very minor changes (art style, design, head canons). They can be interacted with on varrying degree, depending on the creator of the variant will.

• AUs are copies of Welcome Home with major or noticeable changes, from the story, to the characters and their designs.

Vintage Tapes :

• AUs are stored within vintage tapes, with the film inside representing the universe's timeline.

• Tapes categorize AUs into Fixed and Flexible, depending on the level of interaction allowed by the creators of each AUs.

Interference Mechanics :

• Interfering with Fixed AUs poses risks, as altering their storylines can lead to universe corrupt and/or collapse.

• Flexible AUs allow more interaction, often featuring crossovers and Y/N scenarios.

Out of Bound Spaces

Channels :

• Spaces integral to the multiverse system, including the Observer's TV room, the Archives, and Admin's film room.

Shows :

• The AUs themselves, contained in the multiverse, then OOB

Lost Media :

• Spaces not categorized as channels or tapes, such as the Keeper's domaine, Trader's space, and Stitcher's atelier. (Often time those are kind of like shells of dead/collapsed/modified AU, or pocket dimensions)

Pillars of Creation :

• Vast space outside of the multiverse, a galaxy-like zone full of stars, that is said to be where the creators of AUs reside. Very few characters go so far in the OOB.

In between :

• The void between the AUs. It is devoid of breathable air, often dark and lightless as well. Some multiversers are unaffected by the lack of air, but stay careful ! We don't know what lurks or leaks in the in-between

Diagram made by Bloomenvogel and Neon Ross for the Out of Bound as we see it in WTTMV

Note : this diagram applies to wttmv, but feel free to use I with your characters if you want ! Just like all of those rules, we made those to help make the story as a whole

Out of Bound Inhabitants

Natives of OOB :

• The Out of Bound is often said to have a mind of its own... It will sometimes create its own variants of the core cast, for reasons still obscures to this day. Notable characters born from the OOB : Observer, Courier, Messenger

"Refugies"

• Cast or OC characters that had their worlds destroyed/corrupted/collapsed, and who are left to wander in the multiverse. Most often they will end up in Peacekeeper's domaine until they can be rehomed in a flexible tape or new universe, or adapt to the Out of Bounds.

• A character that adapts to the Out of Bounds will then be called "Multiverser" along with the native of OOB

• Characters considered "refugies turned multiverser" in wttmv : Peacekeeper, Filante, Trader, ShopKeeper, Watcheye, Stitcher, Croupier

Multiversers :

• Multiversers are the inhabitants of the Out of Bounds. Often times, they are anomalies that have developped specific abilities allowing them to reside or survive in the Out of Bounds. Those abilities often includes being able to travel to multiple flexible tapes, but not always. A multiverser will almost always be a variant of a cast character, and rarely, if not ever, a y/n or fan oc. (If you wonder why y/n and ocs are excluded from being multiversers specifically, it's because Y/N is at its core a you self insert, but *you* are supposed to be viewers in the story. It's fine when in a pocket universe like Keeper's and Trader, a y/n can exist there, but in the oob it could causes some problems of logic with viewer influence and control, or the focus of the story could go astray to fit a y/n, which is not a story we want to tell. It kinda goes for ocs too)

__________________

I tried to say as much as I could without much spoilers... For the reminder, I already explained the main, general chronology of wttmv on the site

Ik, ik, it's a bit of a hassle to go search and look and all. Tbh the site is kind of a way to give a bit of a treat for the really big fans who are ready to go on a separate site to get lore lmao /lh

But now I get to ramble here too ! Hurray !

TLDR :

OOB is big and weird. The AUs and Variants can be interacted with only if allowed by the creators. Multiversers are the weird cast variants living in the oob. The OOB is kinda like an onion, it has layers. Most characters always stay in the multiverse part.

#ooff big lore one #rambling time #yk I love to ramble #anyway - you can use this as official lore guide #it's Ross approved #mostly- #you might notice the lack of Nyxie inclusion in this post /j #well actually it's because that even as a multiverser she doesn't fit in here. #also Nyxie runs under an other set of rules that loosely connects to wttmv so that she can be disconnected whenever I need her to #i am smart like that haha #you might also notice some characters are not mentionned #it's either because their originin is “unknown” or because they have been created by a third party outside of AUs #but if I say that - I fear people might roll with it and go too crazy - so just in case i put it here for people who read all the tags only #to you - you are allowed to know that some characters were created in the pillars of creations by a third party and it's an anomaly #welcome home au #welcome home #whmultiverse #keeper poppy au #multiverse mom #ask peacekeeper poppy #ask blog #welcomehome #lore time #big lore drop here #lore guide

[rimbaud-fan-page]

Read the Fifteen Light Novel and also I hate you Bones

Studio Bones looooooves screwing BSD over, and nothing is more indicative of this than the anime adaptation of Fifteen (except maybe Dazai's entrance exam because what the fuck was that).

To be fair, they did an okay job. It's nowhere near as good as the light novel but there were some changes that I did like; the soukoku hand-hold was one of them, Rimbaud's ability changing from red to gold was good, and like....very little else.

But contrasting the pros with the cons gives an OVERWHELMINGLY negative outcome, because dear lord???? The sheer amount of things they managed to mess up is borderline impressive. And it all leads back to their bastardisation of Rimbaud.

For those who haven't read the Light Novel (but assuredly will after this), Rimbaud's motivation is to kill Chuuya and absorb his memories. Why? To find his partner.

What partner you ask???

Why, were the few lines where Rimbaud offhandedly mentions his partner in passing not enough?

No???

Not ringing any bells????

See that would be because Bones REMOVED HIS ENTIRE FUCKING MOTIVATION????

Meaning all his lines about his partner? Gone. All his reasoning and character and personality? Aufwiedersen.

But why does this matter? Rimbaud is a fairly minor character as BSD goes, and whilst I love and adore him with all my heart, what damage does a couple cut lines do?

More than you could know.

Rimbaud is the main antagonist of this arc, therefore when he is misconstrued, the arc itself falls apart, his impact on Soukoku is gone, the stakes are gone, everything SUCKS (maybe I'm being petty but shush).

The gall Bones had to do this is beyond me, because tell me how they removed the antagonists ENTIRE GOAL and expected it to turn out well???? The thing that sets Rimbaud (and all BSD antagonists) apart from an average run-of-the-mill-villain is that he has a goal, and it's personal. He doesn't want to take over the mafia, although he has the clear means to, he doesn't want to blackmail Mori or betray him or gain any kind of power, he just wants his partner back.

Not only that, Rimbaud's relationship with his partner is a fantastic parallel to the relationship within Soukoku, Rimbaud himself has many aspects to his character that connect back to Dazai and Chuuya, which is why that last fight is SO IMPORTANT for them as both individuals and a duo.

Rimbaud and Dazai have a similar disconnect from the world around them and their internal emotions. Dazai is encouraged by Mori to view others as pawns, and has trouble connecting with his emotions, whereas Rimbaud deliberately does not acknowledge his emotions, as he believes they will interfere with his work. On the other hand, Chuuya is exceedingly loyal to his friends, and is able to understand Rimbaud's reasoning, as he would also do anything for his friends, just as Rimbaud is sacrificing everything to find out what happened to his partner.

Also, Rimbaud is a transcendent, one of the most powerful ability users in Europe, and yet two Fifteen year olds were able to beat him??? Either he's weak, or those are some insane fifteen year olds, and the light novel makes it clear it is not the former. Rimbaud is incredibly strong and clever, he often predicts Dazai's plans, and is able to counteract them. But he still lost, because he was up against Soukoku.

Their first victory and it's a BIG one.

And back on the topic of Rimbaud's partner, he isn't even named in the anime, why does he matter???

Paul Verlaine matters to me <3333

And in the main plot and lore of BSD too but whatever ig, I mean it's not like he's an inciting character that creates a situation that is vital to both Dazai and Chuuya's development and also changes what we understand about abilities or anything.

Not to mention Bones cut out so much of what makes Rimbaud entertaining?? I love him, but he's so boring in the anime, because they took out everything and made a cardboad cutout of a man.

He's so stupid I love him so much <33

In conclusion; Light novel good, read light novel, please please pretty please

#arthur rimbaud #bsd arthur rimbaud #bungou stray dogs #bsd #rimlaine #soukoku #bsd analysis #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd manga #bsd anime #bsd fifteen

[floral-moon-light]

QSMP Philza update, go watch the Wednesday the 25th and Friday 27th updates if you don't want to be spoiled.

Nothing really major happened Wensday, philza went exploring for a bit after getting on to see if there was more black concrete, which there was.

He then spawns in his Minime who he later names Little Twat (not a joke).

Then he spends an hour and a half with Fit and Tubbo talking to the new Cururucho AI at spawn, occasionally getting flirted at, told stuff that could not be true and such, and trying to exploit the AI.

They then went to lucky duck before returning to spawn because Tubbo needed to get his minime Kitkat back after it randomly disappeared. So a random fed. worker came, had Tubbo dance then Phil got board and decided to work on leveling his minime, leading him to dig down under spawn to tr and find iron I believe leading him to drop down into a massive wold edit hole. Cucurucho then joins Phil stares at the strange area before giving Phil a quest to build an aquarium.

Phil then went off to gather materials and mobs for the aquarium, was joined by Fit for a while before Fit leaves, after which Phil spends a few minutes exploring before returning to spawn near the nino to "build the aquarium," if you count an outdoor aquarium with 5 tanks and no other infrastructure. However it counted so Cucurucho have Phil his requested building block rainbow glass or at least the components for it. Phil then went to gather sand for the glass, spent time looking at glitched terain for an hour or so. After which he headed home, hat a none cannon chat with BadBoyHalo and Royer about whether the Brazil or Vagus trips were better, before Phil went off to do a few cores before getting off for the day at the nest.

Friday had some lore happen, but it was nothing major or egg related. If anything it related back to the bird cage with the "wise crow" comment.

To give a better flow of events, Phil woke up, decided to work on upgrading his now 2 mini me's, affectionately called Little Twat, and Little Shit (normally, I would censor a curse, but the name is the curse word so...). With Little Shot asking for a weird mushroom (twice.). After doing some of the Minime quests he went home, had an existential crisis due to the black concrete at his face spreading, then went inside to check the message chest, finding nothing. Then while doing further checks he found strange vines on the inside walls of Tallulah's seed garden, which he followed to the back wall to find a picture of a skull with vines on it and a book asking if Phil remembers his time before the server and promising help.

Side note, I personally want to say that that is Kristen, the goddess of death, trying to communicate with him. It seems to out of place to be the federation, and with how different Phil's ticket is from the rest it has to point to outside interference. And one of Kristen's main ways of talking with Phil previously when lore related back to his wife revolved around crows. So her leaving a critic crow book? Seems plausible.

Plus, sleep is often described as the line between life and death.

Phill took some pictures then called Fit to come see, with Pac joining along, only for when Phil brought them to the area of the message to find it gone like it was never there and all his proof gone. This sent Phil into a minor panic that he tried to brush off, even though booth Fit and Pac believed Phil had seen something.

To get his mind off that, Phil joined Pac and Fit's dungeon crawl, during which he lost his shield, before the group separated after completing the odd triple dungeon with Phil exploring a bit to find materially to replace his shield, followed by minime item collection, a brief dungeon raid, raiding egg backpacks to get the means to get a minime item (a type of mushroom), before he goes hole, does a brief check of stops the eggs loved, ended up back at the dream spot, before going home and getting off.

Also, on the 29th, two messages's appeared on the QSMP Twitter involving the 4th, one involves the train station, one seems to involve Cheyanne.

No clue what it means, other then something happening November 4th.

Good night all.

#qsmp philza #qsmp lore #qsmp #qsmp fitmc #qsmp tubbo #qsmp pac #qsmp mini me #qsmp cucurucho #The wise crow

[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

EPILOGUE, DRAMATIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

trigger warning: mildly suggestive.

The daughter of Rhodolite, who is favored by Lord Gilbert, the royal family of Obsidian….

This is the perception of me that has spread throughout the castle.

The 50 strict orders are still in force and the soldiers are keeping their distance from me.

Even making friends is difficult because of the evil emperor——

Emma: Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: What?

Emma: Please take it off.

Gilbert: I don't want to.

When I move my legs on the bed, I can hear the jingling sound of chains.

The shackles carved with roses, said to be made of metal and ore, robbed me of my freedom.

(Not only weapons and ornaments, but also restraints can be made….)

(I don't know how I got into this mess.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Akatsuki: Long time no see, Emma.

Emma: Owner!

——A few hours ago, an old acquaintance, the owner, visited Obsidian Castle as a guest.

He placed a bag containing a large number of books that he always use when going out for business on the table,

He rushes over to me and tries to put his hand on my head.

However, I was pulled from behind and the owner was far away.

Gilbert: You're getting too close, little rabbit.

(So strict….)

Emma:….The owner is kind. He's like a father to me.

Akatsuki: I'm not a father.

Gilbert: I see, father…..I guess I'll have to say hello to you again.

He hugged me from behind as if he was trying to show off.

Lord Gilbert flashed a refreshing smile as usual.

Gilbert: I have your daughter.

Akatsuki:……..

Gilbert: Haha, such a scary face.

Akatsuki:….I didn't tell you about Emma so that you could marry her.

Gilbert: It's fine. I have a nice face, don’t you think so?

Akatsuki: What matters is on the inside.

Gilbert: I’ve been kind to Emma….right?

(That's true, but I wonder how I would feel like if….I'm being threatened.)

Although I tried to nod, the owner's expression was grim.

Gilbert: The evil royal family is taking good care of her. Rest assured.

Akatsuki: I'm just worried.

Akatsuki: In general, I don't think the power-hungry nobles of Obsidian are silent. // It's hard to believe that the aristocracy would remain silent in the face of Obsidian's greed for power.

Akatsuki: This should be happening soon. // They’re making their move soon.

Gilbert: Hehe, who do you think I am?

Gilbert: The ever-victorious marshal never loses. The game is already decided before it begins.

Akatsuki:….That's the only thing I was worried about.

(…..Am I being targeted by people who don't think well of me?)

I've never felt a hint of malice since coming to Obsidian,

It may just be that Lord Gilbert’s skills are outstanding.

(Formidable as an enemy, but reassuring as an ally.)

Akatsuki: Emma, are you having a hard time? // Emma, is everything okay?

Emma: Yes. Even if I have troubles with Lord Gilbert, every day is a lot of fun.

The owner finally softened his expression when I told him with a smile and how I really felt.

Akatsuki: Well, that's fine, but I'm still putting you on leave. // That's fine, but I still treat you like you’re on a vacation.

Akatsuki: If it gets too hard, you can always come back.

Emma: Thank you very much, owner.

Gilbert: I hate meddling. Just accept his resignation.

Akatsuki: You have no right to interfere with the contract between employer and employee.

(I'm also impressed that the owner can talk back so much to the Obsidian royalty.)

The owner quickly arranges the books on the table while Lord Gilbert's lips twitch.

Akatsuki: This time, I got a book from Tanzanite.

(Tanzanite is a land of divination and illusion, so I had the impression there were a lot of mystical books….)

The books on display are mainly academic studies on lore, methods of food procurement in desert areas, methods of growing plants.

And there were many love stories that seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Emma:….Will Lord Gilbert read this romance story as well?

(When I went through the bookshelves in Lord Gilbert's room before, I didn't get that vibe at all…..)

Gilbert: I might read it one of these days, but I asked for it for you.

Gilbert: I thought the books in my room might be a little boring.

Emma: Lord Gilbert…..

(He’s so considerate——)

Gilbert: If I keep a lot of books, you'll stay in my room forever, right?

Gilbert: I don't want to leave you for even a moment, so I think I'll buy you a lot of story books in the future.

(….Yes? I guess that was the right time to be happy.)

Lord Gilbert kisses my hair and smiles gently.

My eyes locked with the owner who was staring at us.

Emma: Um...I think it's time you let me go.

Gilbert: No.

He…kissed me on the ear this time, and my whole face became hot.

(This is so embarrassing in public!)

Even if I try to get out, Lord Gilbert easily suppresses me.

Akatsuki:……

Akatsuki:….I’ll come check on her regularly. If anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you.

Gilbert: Yes, yes. I will take good care of your daughter, so don't worry...?

Emma: I was thinking about it for a while now, but you’ve been attached to me everywhere and anytime!

As soon as the owner leaves the castle and it's just the two of us, Lord Gilbert makes his point loud and clear.

Even now, Lord Gilbert was holding me in his arms and wouldn't let go.

Gilbert: It can't be helped because I love you, you know?

Emma: I think there is such a thing as an appropriate distance.

Gilbert: This is the distance between lovers, isn't it?

Emma:…Even so, I find it difficult in public.

Gilbert: Is there someone you don't want them to see? // Is it really that bad?

Emma: Not that it's bad, it's embarrassing…!

Gilbert: I see...you don't want anyone to see us flirting with each other?

Emma: Yes.

Gilbert: In that case——

Gilbert: Should I imprison you?

Emma: Why did you come up with the idea of ​​imprisonment!?

Gilbert: Because when it's just the two of us, we can flirt, can't we?

Gilbert: I want to flirt with you all the time. But if you say you can't do it when there are people….

Gilbert: Either I’ll lock you up or kill everyone around you.

Emma: You have to endure it, Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: You're quite brave, aren't you, to force the emperor to endure?

For some reason, Lord Gilbert sat me down on the bed and kneeled on the floor himself.

(I hope you locking me up is just a joke.)

(Then again, this is Lord Gilbert…he would do anything….)

As he lifted my leg, he grabbed the linen nearby and put it on me.

The moment he lightly traced it with his fingers, I felt the weight of cold metal clinging to my skin.

Gilbert: Well then.

(….I have been…shackled!)

After several hours of protest, the sun was beginning to set outside.

The chains on the shackles were tied to the pillars of the bed, and I couldn't seem to remove them by myself.

Emma: I don't want to be stuck here forever.

Emma: Even if it's Lord Gilbert, don't think you'll be forgiven! // Don't think you can get away with anything, even if it's Lord Gilbert!

It was no longer a protest, but a fight.

Lord Gilbert is lying on the bed and playing with my hair while I’m sitting.

(You don't look sorry at all.)

Gilbert: It's not an abuse of power, but an overflow of love for my lover.

Emma:….I'm not convinced.

Gilbert: Ehh— …..Do you hate being with me all the time?

Gilbert: I can't believe that's the extent of your love.

Emma: It's not that I don't like to be with you.

Emma: But, it’s just…..

Emma: What if I told you I was going to lock you up, Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: Thrilling.

Emma: Isn’t that a problem?

Gilbert: Not at all. Because the emperor in name is practically retired.

(…..Right.)

Emma: I can't leave this room forever, can I? // You can't leave this room forever, can you?

Gilbert: I want to be with you all the time.

(This kind of persuasion isn't likely to resonate either.)

Emma:…You’re tough to beat….

Gilbert: Hehe….you might be unexpectedly fond of imprisonment, right?

Lord Gilbert pulls my hand and leans over.

Emma: H—…..

He immediately embraced me and covered my mouth to stop me from protesting.

(…….)

The way his tongue that thrusted inside my mouth was literally like he was trampling me over.

During that moment, my clothes were forcibly disturbed, and cold hands began to violate my skin.

Gilbert: You'll be in the middle of nowhere for eternity, and your body will be poisoned.

Gilbert: Will this become a habit?

Emma:….It won’t….

Gilbert: Even though you look so lewd.

(It's not fair of you to try to force me down like this…..)

In direct contradiction to the fighting spirit in my heart, my body begins to tingle with desire.

Gilbert: I know all your weak points......

see?

Emma: Ah...nn…there——

The way his fingers penetrated my body was bent and stroked on a certain area.

My mind immediately went blank, and my body trembled little by little.

My breathing is severely ragged, and I tried to adjust it.

But soon his tongue flicked my ear, and this time, he carefully assaulted my ear — making it swollen wet.

Emma: No....Aaah——

(I......feel like my mind is going crazy.....)

Even if I tried to escape from the addiction of pleasure, the shackles on my legs will get in the way.

As I shuddered and trembled, Lord Gilbert kept smiling.

Gilbert: You’re so cute.

(….This guy….)

Stripped of the energy to resist, I just curse inside.

If I open my mouth now, all that will come out will be an unbearable moan.

(I wonder….if he's serious.)

(About Lord Gilbert really wants to lock me up in here, forever——)

He is the kind of person who thinks that he must "dominate" in order to feel secure and likable.

I don't mind the argument itself, but it is genuinely annoying.

Gilbert: The more I….love you, the worse it gets.

Lord Gilbert took off his jacket and dropped a sigh of melancholy/sorrow.

Gilbert: I have to keep you tied down, otherwise I'll always be anxious.

Emma:…….

Gilbert: It's easy to force people to comply with fear. But, with my lover, I don’t know how.

Gilbert: Maybe it's because I love you that I'm afraid to trust you.

(….That's why you always cling to me as if to keep those around us in check.)

I've heard that the trampling beast manipulates people's minds.

But the one who loves me is a man, not a beast.

(I guess I didn't express my affection enough that it went as far as imprisonment….)

Gilbert: ——How could you be so serious?

Emma: Eh…..

The gloomy look on Gilbert's face was gone….Lord Gilbert shook his shoulder in amusement.

Gilbert: Ahaha, the imprisonment is supposed to be a joke, you know?

Emma: !?

Gilbert: I promised Akatsuki that I would not do anything that would kill your heart.

(I was aware of that.) // (He was aware of that.)

Gilbert: Do you desire me to lock you up? But you see…..

Gilbert: Since you love me so much, there's no need to break it/resist.

Gilbert: I'm actually doing my best around here. // The balance around here is actually right.

Gilbert: Right now I'm just exploring your tolerance level.

Emma: So it was all in the palm of Lord Gilbert's hand.

Gilbert: Yes.

Emma: If that's the case——

Emma: It’s payback time!

Gilbert: !

I sat up on top of Lord Gilbert and bit his shoulder through his shirt.

This is Lord Gilbert's usual expression of affection.

(But I don't know how much more or less he can take…..)

When I looked into his face to see his reaction, he averted his gaze.

Emma: W…Was it painful?

Gilbert: No, No. It’s just…..

Gilbert: I feel like waking up to a new frontier.

(….Oh, that might not work.)

I pretended it didn't happen and tried to climb down, but he grabbed me by the waist and penetrated me with his heat.

Gilbert: Alright, can you bite me a lot? Shall we bite each other after imprisonment?

Emma: That’s not…..aah!

My body was shaken, and I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto his chest.

Gilbert: Haha, this is fun!

(Really, though, he's a troublesome man….)

Whether he hugs me in front of others, or when it’s just the two of us together.

Lord Gilbert reacts as if he is truly enjoying himself.

Seeing him like that, I couldn't get angry, so I forgave him.

(But, I think it’s true that he’s "scary"…..)

Even though I'm about to be swallowed by pleasure, I kissed Lord Gilbert.

(I hope Lord Gilbert, who distrusts love, will one day feel secure in loving me——)

Again and again, our lips met….as if we were offering the love inside our hearts.

Dear little rabbit.

I thought it was a good idea to lock up the little rabbit, but I guess not.

I need to figure out another way to love you….

If you have any good ideas, please write it to me?

I'll take your opinion into consideration and try to find a compromise.

Come to think of it, since I came to Obsidian, I've never run out of letters to talk about.

Before, I couldn't write anything without your question, but now it seems that's not the case.

I have so much to tell you, so much to share.

That’s strange…..

I haven't wanted to write a letter to someone like this since I was a child.

I used to love writing letters.

Since I am frail and have spent most of my life in bed, letters are the only thing that connect me to the outside world.

I've had a few friends that I've never met face to face, only through correspondence......

My brother, mother, and friends all taught me so much and it was something I looked forward to every day.

After I became a beast, I stopped doing that at all, but…..

Hey, Emma. If you have time to write me a letter again, please do.

I'll keep writing to you too.

Oh, by the way, you have no right to refuse this.

Write a letter or be forced to write one. You have a choice between the two, okay....? — Gilbert von Obsidian.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird

[pessimisticshapewithablog]

The Mystic Seller…

I'm looking into lovecraftian lore and I noticed a character that sounded familiar.

"Nyarlathotep, the "Crawling Chaos", is the avatar of the Outer Gods, existing as the incarnation of space and functions as an intermediary between the deities of the pantheon and their cults."

"The only Outer God to have a true personality, Nyarlathotep, possesses a malign intellect and reveals a mocking contempt for his master's degree."

"Nyarlathotep enacts the will of the Outer Gods, and is their messenger, heart and soul."

"Most of the Outer Gods have their own cults serving them; Nyarlathotep seems to serve these cults and take care of the deities' affairs in their absence"

"Most of the gods use strange alien languages, but Nyarlathotep uses human languages "

This sounds alot like the Mystic Seller. Mysterious, alien, and unknowable. Also if the Mystic Seller is indeed an homage to Nyarlathotep then it is a messenger and middle management for the outer gods. It out ranks the mortal gods by being an Outer god. These were powerful titan like entities that existed off world, in far reaches of space. The minor, mortal-born gods may have been followers of these outer gods' cults and might explain the celestial motif within the Old faith. It was The Mystic Sellers job to deal with them.

A Messenger sent...

The thing is Nyarlathotep is a malevolent entity and takes pleasure in causing madness and chaos. The Mystic Seller is seemingly neutral and helpful even if only for it's own benefit. Then again if it was serving all the old gods simultaneously, then his interference could have facilitated conflict amongst them leading to their extinction.

The Mystic seller doesn't really seem to care about the gods though. Only what it gets from them. It does make observations but those feel more like someone annotating the behavior of a specimen in an experiment rather than geninue interest. This habit got me to thinking. The mystic seller only seems to care about Gods tears which are implied to be from the old ones. Primordial being of great power and sorrow. The mystic seller gives the gods resources but, this seemed to do little to prevent their extinction, at the hands of themselves or time. And it didn't seem to care about that fact much. Alot like the gods with their followers.

Maybe the mystic seller was interacting with mortal made gods exclusively to get god tears. The moment it stopped getting them, because the gods went extinct and the bishops seemingly stopped making deals with them, it dipped until the lamb came along. I wouldn't be surprised if freeing the Bishops from purgatory wasn't really the goal. But instead getting God Tears.

A Resource found...

"I feel the presence of a God Tear. Strength, longevity, and a mourning that stretches eternally. Found in the bellies of the foulest of beasts and villains. But seen only by those ascended to godhood."

It's possible that the Mystic Seller was using the 'mortal' gods the way they themselves used their followers. As tools to extract resources. Manipulating mortal-made gods to generate god tears! Upon closer inspection, gods tears look alot like drops of devotion. But they are in fact tears of condensed sorrows.

"I am not inclined to emotion, the way your kind are.

Feelings and emotions have power in COTL. And we know pieces of gods can still contain latent power. Maybe where we find them are the remains of a god gone feral? Maybe that's how God tears are formed. Not just from the old gods but from any god with the capacity to feel pain and sorrow. Like the bosses in purgatory. All that's left of them is their bestial form and the remnants of the sorrows that lead them to their fate. The Mystic Seller's dialogue implies it is incapable felling strong emotion. Which means it would not be able to generate this power. We don't know what it does with them. Collecting gods tears could be it's way of experiencing emotion at all.

This isn't the only way to get get tears however. Once the lamb has unlocked all buildings requiring Divine inspiration, they recieve a God tear instead. While this is very likely a game mechanic, it can also be assumed that Devotion and God tears are the same energy just in different forms.

It is also possible to collect tear fragments from doing daily purgatory runs. It is interesting that god tear can even be fragmented and recombined without any issue or needing to find the exact pieces of a single tear.

The exploit...?

The best example of what I think the dynamic between the Mystic seller and the mortal-gods is like is the one between the magical girls and Kyubey in Madoka Magica. Kyubey creates Magical girls for the express purpose of collecting the energy they generate when they ultimately become witches. The Mystic Seller seeds divine crowns in the mortal realm to be found, letting the bearers amass power and run rampant in their little play ground. Playing as gods.

After millenia of doing their assigned duties, the mind of 'mortal' gods begins to fracture. Having extended far past what their limited mortal consciousness is capable of processing. Or the weight of their eternal godhood responsibilities truly dawns on them. They succumb to fear, grief, or baser urges. Becoming little more than the beasts they originate from. Their transformation or death releasing massive amounts of energy or generating god tears.

The Bishop transformations could be the catalyst. The similarity between a magical girl becoming a witch and the bishops becoming bestial monsters. Their mental state. The reason they transform. A final act of desperation to resist fate and take back some semblance of control over it. The crowns and TOWW's powers caused their negative emotions to manifest in volatile ways. Powerful ways. But this habit seemingly was not sustainable as the mortals gods all but wiped themselves out as a species. Whatever caused so many to exist at once no longer being possible.

After some amount of time, the Bishops, and probably the other gods too, do stop bartering with the Mystic Seller which it seems to accept without much issue. This makes me think the MS is simply taking advantage of an untapped resource. It's not a need but an easily aquired want. It's not like we have any use for God tears once we get everything we want from the Mystic Seller. After enough time, the Lamb too will stop bartering with them.

Shamura's interactions, or lack thereof, with the Mystic Seller seems to imply it serves another purpose. The Mystic Seller 'helps' infant gods to grow and reach their full potential. Shamura didn't need their support as much and it seemed to commend that fact about then. It seems to prefer when it's not needed. I wonder what would have happened if the Lamb had ignored the Mystic Seller's task, would they have remained uninvested, or would they have become more belligerent and demanding?

Conclusion

The Mystic Seller could ultimately be using the crown bearers for it's own means or for what it thinks is beneficial for the continued existence of the universe. A cosmic grounds-keeper Or they are just a beleaguered middle manager tasked with dealing with the god equivalent of toddlers who won't stop disrupting the fabric of reality with their emotions and/or killing each other in the process. Some measure of self-sufficiency is expected by the Mystic Seller and it had no qualms with said enfants gods dying from their own incompetence. Godhood was only for those who could maintain it.

#cotl #my post #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb theory #cotl mystic seller #cotl worldbuilding #cotl headcanons #they don't get paid enough for this lol #long post

[meguwumibear]

One With the Force

I wanted to contribute a little something to @strawberrystepmom's it takes a galaxy collab star wars au. no pairing yet but written as a precursor to a more complicated force sensitive!megumi x reader dynamic i have in mind. ft jedi master!gojo. swf but minor description of injuries. not super lore heavy.

By the time Megumi realizes he’s force sensitive, Toji’s dead and gone. The first few nights he doesn’t come home, Megumi figures he’d simply fucked off with a new woman or found some new space casino to hole himself up in for a while, but news of his passing eventually finds its way to him.

The force isn’t exactly hereditary. Megumi’s sensitivity wasn’t guaranteed. It ran in the Zen’in family, sure, but it had skipped his father for some reason or another. It’s been skipping a lot of the Zen’ins lately, much to the family head’s chagrin. There was no reason it shouldn’t skip Megumi too.

Most of his life Megumi thinks the only thing his father ever passed onto him was his massive debt and violent tendencies. Because, like his father, Megumi has a hard time turning down a fight. Nights when he can’t find one, he picks one. The bigger the opponent the better.

Street fights are illegal of course, but they’re a quick and easy way to make money. Credits aren’t easy to come by on his home planet. Neither is quality health care. He’s been fighting for scraps for years just to keep his poor sickly sister alive.

That’s how he finds himself in the ring again tonight. He’s up against some monstrous thing with pulsing tentacles and needle like claws. Odds and bets are against him but that’s just fine. His handler pays him to throw most fights anyway. Tonight is no exception.

Tonight though, he doesn’t even have to pretend he’s the weaker opponent. Not even a minute into the fight the creature has him pinned flat on his back. All the air in his body is expunged in a singular, guttural grunt.

That should be the end of the fight, but the beast on top of him doesn’t relent. A warm, slimy appendage wraps its way around his neck while a set of razor sharp claws rake their way down his torso, cleaving the flesh as if it were nothing but soft fruit. Thick, crimson blood pours from his chest, staining the dirty mat he’s pressed so helplessly against. Megumi tries to scream but doesn’t have the breath to do it so a low, quiet hissing sound escapes him instead.

As dark spots begin to pepper his vision, panic begins to churn in Megumi’s stomach. The fights aren’t supposed to be to the death, but they do occasionally end that way. There’s no rule prohibiting it and no referee is going to interfere. Not when the crowd gets so drunk and rancorous on the violence.

But then he feels…well he isn’t exactly sure what he feels. Something more. Something else. The creature on top of him is no longer just flesh and blood. There’s an energy pulsing through his veins, one Megumi can feel calling out to him.

When he reaches out for it, the unexpected happens. The monster moves. Fast and hard. Whatever Megumi’s tapped into has sent the creature tumbling out of the ring.

The crowd goes silent for a beat before it comes alive with even more vigor than before. Those who bet on him are cheering. Those who bet against him are accusing him of cheating. And someone, somewhere, is screaming about the force.

Only Megumi is too old to have his awakening now. Most people with force sensitivity are discovered in early childhood. Surely someone in the crowd came to his aid. Briefly, stupidly, he thinks maybe it’s his mother.

There’s a sudden surge as the crowd surrounds him. He’s protected only by the four flimsy cables that separate the raised platform from the horde. They groan loudly in protest as hot, sweating bodies swarm them like locusts. It isn’t long before the first of them snaps.

The first person to reach him is a lanky man with hair white as bone. He’s dressed in a simple, earth tone tunic. The garb is familiar to Megumi somehow. He knows it from somewhere. But like an itch he just can’t seem to scratch, he can’t place it.

Instincutually, Megumi raises two clenched fists, prepared for a fight, blood singing with adrenaline, but then the man places a large hand on Megumi’s head and suddenly the two of them are levitating several feet above the other disgruntled patrons.

Only when the pair are safely outside the warehouse does the stranger speak to him. Four simple words dripping with familiarity.

“It’s about time, squirt.”

#this collab is so cute #hope it isnt too late to submit a little something #it takes a galaxy collab #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk x reader #<- just to be safe #like i said no ship yet but in my head it's coming #gojo wants to train megumi #but megumi ends up falling for you #and has a hard time forgoing passion for the jedi code

[bambiraptorx]

Okay so since yokai education system won in this poll as the topic of my lore dump, have a ramble.

The yokai education system is fairly complicated in nature: even though it's largely publicly funded via taxes, it doesn't necessarily resemble what people think of as a public school. (This is because I'm drawing a lot on my experiences from being homeschooled/ homeschool co-ops/in the US school system, so there's kind of a hodge-podge.) Also, as a rather important sidenote, I'm working with the headcanon that different yokai species have different rates of development/aging, so the whole process of education isn't nearly as standardized as it would be in a US public school anyway.

Yokai schools have a lot of variety in size and purpose, but are usually designed to provide classes for any level of education. This might be done through having multiple wings or floors in the building for different levels of education (kids are usually separated from adults, gen eds from higher level classes, etc) or having the school itself spread out over multiple buildings. Schools tend to be pretty large, and one person might spend their entire educational career (from what we'd consider pre-k all the way to a PhD) at one building or campus.

It's also fairly common for schools to be organized by subject: a wing (or floor or building) for science, for arts, for history, etc. If this is the case, there's usually a separate area specifically for the lower education levels (think elementary/middle school-ish) so that the youngest kids don't have to run all over the place or between buildings to get to classes.

Speaking of classes: they tend to be relatively small, no more than 20 students tops, but usually around 10-15, even going as small as 4-5 people on occasion. Students are more likely to take 3-4 days of classes than 5 days in a row, but it depends on what the parent is willing/able to teach them at home. Also, the selection of teachers is less "you went to school to learn how to educate" and more "hey we heard you're a physical therapist, would you like to teach anatomy and physiology classes this semester". There's a bit of a social expectation that people who have spent a long time in a given field will eventually teach a class about it, or at least come in and do guest lectures.

Also: P.E. is generally considered to be an extracurricular activity and/or a parental responsibility. Yokai are too varied in body types and exercise needs for any form of standardized physical education to be particularly effective (like how can you have bird person and a centaur and sentient slime do the same exercises? not easily, and it's way easier to teach a class where everyone's doing the same exercises than it is to teach one where everyone has to do different things.)

Schools will usually have sports teams though, and it's fairly common to offer some kind of fighting/weapons class. They often have plenty of clubs and extracurriculars, from chess and art clubs to theater productions. However, there's only one or two schools in the Hidden City that currently offer a robotics club.

Feel free to ask questions! This is barely a fraction of the lore I have, and, as you may have guessed, I like infodumping lol

#rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt headcanons #minor interference au #minor interference lore #other topics i might still infodump about: #huginn and muninn's species #the major yokai gift-giving holiday #a yokai coming of age tradition/ceremony #and like. so much more #also i should probably add the lore tag to my masterpost lol

[noraleedoes]

Community Palette Project - Update!

We're currently at 464/720 shades claimed.

Things stalled out a little as life got busy, but I'd really love to see this project to its completion. Doing so will require some help, though!

I can't name all those remaining shades by myself. If you have any Cyberpunk 2077 Vs or OCs that you haven't added to the project yet, please feel encouraged to add them, no matter how new or minor they may be in your lore. Do not feel guilty about adding a dozen or two of your most obscure Cyberpunk2077 OCs at this point; I'd love it if you did.

You can also name shades after your fave Cyberpunk 2077 NPCs and Cyberpunk: Edgerunners characters! You can find a list of the main NPCs that are still missing colors beneath the cut, but please keep in mind - if you adore a rather minor NPC, they may not be on this list, but that doesn't mean you can't use the form to name a color after them <3

For Vs, OCs, and NPCs: You can ⭐complete the form here.⭐

Please reblog this post, as outside links can interfere with posts showing properly in the tags. <3 Also, please feel free to send this link to friends, or to share it on other platforms; any visibility that will help the project is appreciated.

"Main" Cyberpunk 2077 NPCs and Cyberpunk: Edgerunners Characters Up For Grabs (as of May 8th):

Anders Hellman Arthur Jenkins Bob Sagan Brendan Cassidy Righter Declan "Brick" Griffin Delamain Denny Dexter "Dex" DeShawn Driss "Scorpion" Meriana Elisabeth "Lizzy Wizzy" Wissenfurth Elizabeth Peralez Faraday Gloria Martinez Henry Jefferson Peralez Jeremiah Grayson Kirk Sawyer Kiwi Lucyna Kushinada Lyle Thompson Maiko Maeda Maine "Maman" Brigitte Mateo Thiago Matilda "Sasquatch" K. Rose Meredith Stout Michiko Arasaka Milt Nauman Muamar "El Capitan" Reyes Nix Ozob Bozo Pepe Najarro Pilar Placide Rhino Roxanne Sumner Ruby Collins Saburo Arasaka Saul Bright Simon "Royce" Randall Susan Abernathy Susanna "Susie Q" Quinn Theo Price Tom Caldera Yawen Packard Yorinobu Arasaka

#cyberpunk2077 #cp2077 #cp77 #cbp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 modding #nldoescontent

[spidey-bie]

The Beginning

–A Star Is Born

A/N: Grammar is for chumps.

Summary: These two songs represent Ansi's beginnings as a child star.

My Reasonings: I chose a popular song by Shirley Temple to mark the rise of Ansi's child stardom.

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes is the first song that Cinderella sings in her movie. The main theme of the song is that despite the pain you're currently facing you can't give up the hope that things will change for the better. At this point of Ansi's life she feels the same as Cinderella because she believes this change in her life is only temporary. This song also illustrates Ansi's childhood naivety. She thinks that it won't be long before her life goes back to normal despite the obvious signs that it won't.

Lore: Ansi had always been a tech genius. By the time she learned how to count she was already typing out zeros and ones. Her programming abilities only improved as her father taught her more advanced skills. By the time she turned ten she was more versed in computer code than some senior programmers at Alchemax.

She was so good that her father started bringing her to his job at the Midwestern Alchemax branch. (That and the fact that she was driving her mother, who was attempting to homeschool her, insane.)

Nobody actually believed in her abilities. They thought that she was just a privileged brat that they were being forced to babysit. There were some who had more aggressive opinions that they didn't even try to hide. Ansi had become very familiar with the hushed whispers and dirty looks whenever she entered a room. (She also had to deal with racial prejudice since she was one of the few black people on site.) 

Most of the time they just ignored her. The few who pitied her gave her small and meaningless tasks (which only took her a couple of seconds to complete). She never complained to her father about it being surrounded by tech was enough for her. 

However, things changed the day a computer worm infected Alchemax's server. It started off slow. Desktops were running slower than usual. But many assumed it was due the precarious nature of the weather in the Midwest. It was impossible for their systems to be breached (Despite Ansi's constant warnings about the major weaknesses in their system). But it wasn't long before the slowness of the desktops went from a minor inconvenience to completely unusable. Panic began to spread across the facility. No one knew the cause of the worm or how it spread. The only thing they could do was stop it before it got to the super computer. Fortunately, Ansi's laptop was the only one unaffected since no one ever connected it to the mainframe. They all watched in awe as she effortlessly took down a computer worm that took the entire programming staff days to just slow it down. If Ansi didn't interfere they would've lost billions of dollars worth of tech. And yet in just a couple of hours Ansi was not only able to get rid of it but completely reverse the state of the infected computers. 

(It's quite easy to take down a worm that you created yourself.)

After such a miraculous feat people had to acknowledge her abilities. Soon she was put on bigger projects and given more difficult tasks. She was well known throughout the facility as their very own Coding Princess.

She was almost always at Alchemax. Even when her mother gave up and put her in public school she still went after classes. However, there was always one day in the year where her father refused to let her go with him to work. She knew why. It was the day of the annual progress report. 

The one day in the year where the head of Alchemax came to check out their tiny facilities. 

The one day in the year where her grandfather visited the area. 

(Somehow he always found time for work but could never find time to say hello to his own family.)

She didn't know why her father was so against her grandfather learning about her abilities, but she never pressed him about it. Sometimes she wonders what he would've said if she had asked. At the very least she would've been prepared for what was to come.

No one had expected the director's surprise visit. 

Somehow he'd gotten wind of the virus outbreak that had almost compromised the entire database and he was absolutely livid. 

Ansi knew of her grandfather's temper but she had never seen the man so red in the face. It wasn't long before he went from fuming to actively hostile, Ansi felt bad for the innocent workers who were standing near him. 

After leaving them bruised and bloodied he finally calmed down and said that everyone who worked that day would be fired unless Ansi went back to Seattle with him.

Ansi didn't care too much about the people working there but she still agreed. (It's one of the tech capitals of the US. Of course she was gonna say yes.)

Her mother was overjoyed to finally get recognition from her father while her father was absolutely terrified. He knew what the director was capable of but he was powerless. Assistant director was just an empty title given to him because he was the son-in-law of the director.

So begins Ansi's hellish life as the super genius child star, Niya.

#ansi lore #Ansi Taratella #Ansiniya Taratella #my spidersona #spidersona lore #jay and the spiders

[swampstew]

A Bloody Nightmare

A compilation of short stories and character building for my OC fic "What's the Magic Word?" Basically, bonus stories to build up my fic. They include stories within the time-skip period, leading up to the current manga timeline, and even in the distant distant distant future.

Summary: Kid didn't have a clue what being a Witch meant but he's about to find out. Also, discovers he does not like Ayahuasca.

Word count: 3.7K CW: Mostly SFW, Witch lore and practice/drinking/psychedelic drug use, blood imagery and usage, OC background tied to main book. Minors do not interact with my posts or blog.

Eustass Kid was no stranger to blood or gore, he was quite familiar with it, comfortable even. Seeing Rowena covered head to toe in it as she was now, was a little…unsettling.

If it was in the heat of battle Kid would find it hot; had found it erotic enough in the past to initiate intimacy while still disheveled from said battle. Hell, he’s even found it kind of sexy when she was experiencing her period. Not even that could frighten him away from seeking her out to quell the lustful need he had for her; loved seeing it on them both during those moments.

Rowena’s hair was soaked in a slain buck’s blood, dripping thick red liquid to the dusty ground by her bare feet. Her tube top and short tulle skirt were coated in it too, her limbs and body marked with bloody streaks and rune symbols she had drawn on herself from the collection bucket. The smell of burning fur and flesh filled the air as the sacrificial pyre was lit, courtesy of Heat. With a final swipe of her thumb coating her lips in blood, she laid the digit on her tongue and sucked the iron taste off her flesh.

Kid still wasn’t entirely sure he got what was going to happen, but he begrudgingly followed Rowena’s plea to not interfere. Said fuck no to her request to have him and the crew stay on the ship while she conducted the ceremony. The others had already begun eating and drinking the mead she speed made with the help of her magic. A separate brew in a black boiling pot had begun to bubble and emit smoke that curled over the pot lip and spilled to the ground, creating a thick mist.

Rowena ladled a cup for herself and turned to the crew, “Thank you all – sincerely, for allowing me the opportunity to do this. It’s been…a long ass time since I’ve been able to freely practice my rituals. My uh emotions might run high, my magic might also get a little weird, don’t worry nothing will harm any of you. It’s like a soft rite of magic task. To show I’m worthy of possessing my natural gifts and show my faith to the natural order of the world, that balance I’m always talking about.”

She took a long sip of her drink, taking a long-suffering sigh from the taste. “Never liked this brew. Anyways, please enjoy the food, the music, and the drinks. Don’t drink this stuff though, it can be compared to Ayahuasca and if you’re familiar with that, you’ll know it’s not something that should be taken lightly.”

“We’re not pussies, Witch!” Wire yelled from the food table.

Rowena cracked a smirk at that, “That’s fair. You’re all the scariest motherfuckers I know. Ok take at your own risk. Whatever your drink of choice is, no matter how little or much you indulge, please be aware of your surroundings. If you find yourself in any kind of…state where you think something sounds too good to be true, or you find yourself unknowingly wanting to commit to something, politely decline.”

Everyone stared at her in confusion.

She let out another long-suffering sigh, “It’s not been known to happen often. In fact, I’d never seen this happen even when my coven was intact. But these rituals are intended as worship to the Master of Nature – the very essence of Chaos. Different people call Him different things, I believe some of you call Him the Sea Devil.”

EVERYONE stared at her in disbelief.

“Yeah, He’s allegedly real. I’ve never seen Him though. It was said that He used to visit these ceremonies in abundance. Approving blessings, giving them out Himself. Engaging with Witches…who He considers His daughters on the Earthly plane.”

She winced when they all kept staring at her incredulously. No matter how comfortable she felt with the Straw Hats, the Kid Pirates, Killer, Kid even – she always felt so fucking…freakish. So different.

“He hasn’t been seen in ages so there is no reason to think this time will be any different. For a single, insignificant Witch,” she dug her nails into her hand. Rowena’s ears pricked up at the sound of Kid getting upset, making his way towards her. No confidence at all, she drained her mug.

“Nevertheless, don’t make any promises or agreements of any kind tonight, or with each other either. Got it?!”

The crew and Killer nodded respectfully before resuming their activities, more warily than before. Rowena turned and grabbed another cup of her brew before Kid’s hand grabbed her wrist and forced her to drop the mug.

“Does the same apply to you?” he asked gruffly.

“I should take my own advice, yes,” she bit her tongue.

“Will you?”

She was almost afraid to meet his glare. She did and it was intense, his eyes shimmering in the reflection of the fire, making them almost look like they were fire.

Rowena gulped, “I’m just supposed to accept His grace if He gives it.”

“Why?”

“To show I’m devoted to my own power and survival. The survival of His line.”

“What would happen if you didn’t?”

Rowena scoffed at him, “I don’t know! No ones done it before and I don’t think it’d be wise to start NOW, Kid.” His grip on her wrist tightened. “Whatever you think is going to happen during this, get it out of your head right now. You told me to not hold myself back and that you’d help me be my best self.”

Kid regarded her coolly before sharply nodding, releasing his grip, and taking a step back.

“I did. Fine. Do your ritual and I swear on everything that—”

“No! Don’t make any swears, promises, nothing tonight! I just said that!”

“BUT!”

“NO!”

“FINE!” He angrily swore. “Then tomorrow morning then. And don’t you interrupt me then or I’ll kick your ass.”

Rowena tiredly nodded. So jealous.

Kid ducked his head and kissed her, licking her lips and nipping her flesh before kneeling to grab her fallen rose gold cup. He ladled himself a cup of brew and finished it in one sitting.

“Tastes terrible.”

“Oh I know it.”

Rowena pulled back from the music transponder snail as it began to play her requested songs. The electro pop tune and synth overtones was a popular song heard across the seas, a song the Kid Pirates were familiar with. Rowena walked towards the raging bonfire as the enchanting melody flowed, and she began dancing. She nodded her head and swung her hips to the beat, her eyes closed as she let go of her inhibitions in front of the others. She didn’t see the crew sprinkle in to join and dance alongside her at first. Feeling their energy buzzing with her own, hearing them sing along to the song, she cracked a smile before opening her eyes in delight. Joining them in singing the chorus as they drunkenly laughed and partied.

Kid sat on a bench, watching everyone else dance as he drank mead with a smirk on his face with his eyes transfixed on Rowena as she transitioned from anxiously awkward to freely happy. Seeing her hair whip in the air as she danced, bopping her head with a smile on her face. It made his own wretched heart feel lighter.

He figured the potion brew had finally taken effect during the next song. Rowena was tapping her heel to the drum as the lyrics queued up and he swore her entire being was enshrouded with a glowing aura that trailed after her as she swayed. As the chorus peaked she began to skip and twirl, the glowing aura raced after her, moving both in slow motion and much too fast, creating rainbow-like streaks that chased her. His neck twisted as he continued observing her and he couldn’t help but feel that she seemed so right that way. She’d never looked so magical before.

Kid wondered if the others could see what he was seeing.

He briefly hoped they couldn’t, feeling the scene was only right for his viewing.

The outro started playing and she was buzzing, light refracting off her like a firecracker as the thrum of the rock guitar sped up and she kicked her feet keeping up with the music. She looked so perfect.

‘Hmmm. Keeping thinking like that Boy, and you may yet be worthy of her,’ a low, sibilant voice rasped in Kid’s ear.

A chill fell down Kid’s spine as he turned his head and came to face to face…with himself.

Only it wasn’t quite him. This version of him had creepy eyes. An extra halo around the blood red irises. It’s posture and demeanor held a certain madness that Kid only wished he possessed. And he was already a psychotic fucking bastard!

Kid’s eyes sought out Killer to see if he noticed the mysterious figure, and saw that Killer was dancing between Rowena and Quincy, very much not paying him any attention. Kid was on his own.

‘Yes but it wouldn’t be the first time, would it? Orphan…’

Kid glared at the mirrored version of himself, “What is this?”

‘You mean you don’t recognize yourself? I am you. Your chaotic nature.’

Kid’s shaved brow raised as a weird and intense pulsing agitated his stomach. “I am chaotic, so who the fuck are you?”

The mirrored version laughed, grabbing a glass of mead for itself but not drinking it.

‘You ate one of my fruits. Always claiming things for yourself that you’re not worthy of hmm?’

“I paid a price for the fucking fruit.”

‘And what price did you pay for my Witch?’ it hissed.

“None, I don’t claim her. I chose her and she chose me back. Loophole – in your face.”

The mirrored Eustass Kid blinked, not expecting that response. Then it gave a sharp tooth filled grin.

‘You are an interesting one Eustass Kid, Son of Captain John. His soul is in hell if you cared to know.’

“I don’t.”

‘Not even if I told you he’s apologetic?’

“He’s dead yeah? His words and feelings should stay dead too.”

‘Your spirit is very much your mother’s,’ mirrored Kid let out a hoarse whisper. Kid felt his heart drop to his ass. ‘She’s in the other place, the nicer one…’

“…Thanks,” Kid wanted an antacid so fucking badly.

‘As I was saying. Your entire existence was enveloped in violence, poverty, and anger. You turned it to power and ambition. And your rage!! It’s delicious. And yet, not one demon can permeate you. It’s really such a miracle. A perfect vessel like you would do wonders but you’re simply put…unbreakable. Your sheer will is a force. A joy. I want it,’ mirrored Kid growled.

‘If you were to…bend the knee to me…I could provide you with a clear channel of raw power that you could ever hope to obtain. It would guarantee your crews’ survival with the…trials you’ll be facing. I could extend that security to her as well,’ it hissed almost sweetly.

Kid eyed the mirrored devil in shock, considering the words spoken to his mind while he sat alone on the bench while the party went on.

Another electro pop rock song played through the snail and Rowena threw her hands in the air, lazily waving them as she let her mind float as the lyrics rolled as easily as the wind in her hair. Her glassy eyes watched through half closed lids at the scene before her. The Kid Pirates celebrating her culture, dancing with her.

She could see Kid hunched over himself in worry. She could see a dark aura hovering near him.

Rowena straightened up and began to run. Her arms swung as she tried to reach him but she felt like she was running in place as the air around her whipped quickly, flushing her face with harsh snaps.

‘Leaving your own party so soon little Witch?’ a hand gripped her shoulder, digging sharp claws into her skin drawing fresh blood. ‘Best not to interrupt a private conversation.’

Rowena’s head swiveled as she realized a few pirates had dark auras trailing after them.

“No! They’re not offerings!”

‘I know that.’

“Then why??!”

‘It’s my nature.’

Rowena’s head snapped behind her and her sun-tanned face drained of color. She was looking at herself but a much more unsettling version of herself. Her stomach clenched. She knew this face, knew those double halo eyes. She knew this feeling.

‘I just can’t help it. I’m chaos, sue me.’

Alter-Rowena forcefully guided Rowena away from the fire and everyone else. ‘It’s been so long since you’ve reached out to me Rowena. You really hurt my feelings. Don’t you have any love for me anymore? You used to adore me when you were a child. You wanted to marry me, it was so cute.’

Rowena flushed at the memory that flashed through her mind. She was six, wearing a crown of thorns as the others prepared her for the signing. Where she would bloody her thumb to memorialize her vow in the Book of Names. Her devotion to Him. Rowena’s childish mind took the ceremony to be more romanticized like the fairytale stories her sisters would tell her. She thought this would be a marriage ceremony, and she remembered the faces of adoration her Coven made at her when she declared it so.

“I-I couldn’t. There was a massacre and I was enslaved for years. I couldn’t do anything like this! It is by the miracle of pirates that I have been freed and able to use my magic once more. To honor You again.”

It tsked at her. ‘I’m aware. You didn’t have to wait until the Yule to reach out. You could have done a rebirth ritual. A cleansing ritual. Either of those would have reached Me. Guess I’m feeling so starved of worship. What will you do to rebuild the Coven?’

“I was…afraid. That if I only found silence I would have felt abandoned by You too and been truly alone. I do not know. I am only just relearning my craft and pushing myself to be at the appropriate level of a Witch my age.”

Alter-Rowena gave her an irritated look, ‘I will never understand why your Coven decided to stop The Rite once you began your first menstrual cycle. It was a year of experimentation and training, and it ALWAYS yielded excellent results. You have pathetic influence over Fire and you don’t have a familiar! Do you even fly?’

“I suspect it had to do with our dwindling numbers and low mortality rate outside our island. I do not,” Rowena answered through grit teeth. The idea of forming a pact of servitude with a demon hidden in the flesh of an animal did not fill her with any comfort. It made her feel gross even before experiencing enslavement herself.

‘Tch. Ever since the War of the Witches you silly girls were scared beyond any common sense. Diluted your line by isolating yourselves from the world. Disallowing the participation of males even!’

Rowena tilted her head at that, “What War of the Witches? I’ve not been told this history.”

Alter-Rowena matched her tilt with a bewildered look. ‘The war that happened 870 years ago, of course.’

The longest awkward pause settled over them before Rowena keeled over and threw up.

Fucking brew.

Alter-Rowena pulled Rowena back by the hair and Rowena flipped backwards, falling to the ground. Her back did not meet the Earth, instead her body began to levitate in the air. Sharp claws dragged along her back tattoo as Alter-Rowena began to walk with Rowena hovering over her like a balloon.

‘I think a family meeting is in order. Use the Cornu Ignus and follow the Amaru to the Spirit World. Do not forget your first duty before your…career…in piracy is to Me. To the Natural Chaos that makes this stupid little world spin. I made you and every Witch before you to lay out My influence in the world. For every tip in the scale, Witches have been there to righten it and advance My agency. Do not fail Me, child.’

Alter-Rowena threw Rowena across the sky to the edge of the bonfire. Rowena landed and stumbled, squealing as she jumped back from the flames licking at her face.

‘You are a Witch, you should not fear Fire you should merge with it! Stick your hand in the flames and pull out a wisp.’

Rowena hesitated.

‘Do. Not. Fear. It. It is life just as much as it is death.’

Rowena shakily reached for the fire, took a deep breath, and put all her faith in the Sea Devil’s words. You are me and I am you, we are one and the same, she chanted to herself and at the fire for confidence.

With a steely gaze, Rowena thrust her hand into the blazing heat and was shocked when she didn’t feel her hand burn to a crisp. The temperature surrounding her hand climbed significantly but it did not harm her any worse than a bright sunny day on the deck of the Victoria Punk did. Just as quickly Rowena yanked her hand out and there in her hand sat a sizable flame, pulsing excitedly, matching Rowena’s own excitement.

‘Gooooooooooooood,’ Alter-Rowena purred. ‘Now. Eat it.’

“HUUHHH?!”

‘You rely on outside sources too much instead of mastering the elements. You need to imbed them into your being if you ever hope to use them more efficiently. Think of how easy it is to master air once you begin using the air in your own lungs. Did you know when you’re channeling your water magic you’re working the blood and water stored in your own body first?’

Rowena nodded her head.

‘Then eat it. All Fire born Witches are exempt from doing this because the sparks are born inside them. All other Witches must earn Fire’s respect to reside in their hearts to use.’

Rowena condensed the flame into a small ball of fire, the size of a gumball. She popped it in her mouth and swallowed. It was like swallowing a spoonful of Killer’s soup right off the stove. She felt an intense wave hit her body that settled over her chest. Like a terrible bout of heartburn. After several minutes it petered out.

‘Now blow a stream.’

Rowena turned to the bonfire and gathered as much air in her lungs as she could. She felt it heat up inside her lungs. She let out a long and flush roar of fire above the bonfire.

The crew began cheering at her with Heat following up with his own stream of fire.

‘Ahhhh look at that. He has a spark of magic, naturally gifted. What an anomaly.’

“He said he ate a pepper.”

‘False, the pepper was a catalyst. The power within him all along. He’s not one of Mine but that’s magic.’

Alter-Rowena began to fade out, coming into focus one last time, ‘I approve of your choice in husband, by the way. You have my blessing for union. Create a new generation of Witches.’ Then He was gone.

Rowena glanced around her and could see the dark aura had disappeared from everyone except Heat and Kid. She started towards the redhead. The dark aura vanished before she reached him.

“Thanks, but I don’t need Your help. I got this far without You.”

‘Tsk, foolish Boy. If you won’t accept My offer than I’ll leave you with My blessing over your coupling. Your children will be endowed with great power and abilities, and that’s even before My Grace comes into play.’

“What do you mean?”

‘You’re committing yourself to a Witch. You will bear Witch offspring. That’s how it works. You’ve not seen the last of Me. I can already feel it, they’ll be the strongest in a new era of Magic.’

Kid had not thought that far ahead when he proposed to Rowena. He knew children were on the table in the distant future but somehow he just forgot that they’d likely have some type of power from their mother passed down. Kid shrugged.

“That may be so but they’ll be mine and hers. Not Yours – not ever.”

His mirrored version glared at Kid before it faded and vanished. Rowena took the seat his mirrored version had occupied.

“Hey how are you doing?”

“Got a bit of heartburn. You too I gather from that flame you shot out! My little dragon,” he pulled Rowena into his lap.

She giggled before turning serious, “I thought I sensed something over here with you.”

“Nope, just me and my addled thoughts. This brew is fucking me up though.”

“I’m sorry! Let’s eat to soak it up and sleep it off.”

The rest of the night faded into obscurity as exhaustion took hold of the couple.

When they woke in the morning, curled on the ground and only covered by Kid’s fur coat, they took note that not one pirate made it back to the ship. Everyone was passed out on the ground. Some were even cuddling together. Killer’s hair was tangled up in Heat’s blue locs as the two spooned each other. Wire only a few feet from them and holding himself tightly as he snored. His signature cape was gone, found a few feet away where a few of the women crew members used it as a blanket.

Kid tightened his hold on Rowena, turning his tired amber eyes to her lavender ones.

“Like I was saying last night. I swear on everything I hold dear, that if that Fuck tries to make you do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I’ll rip His damn tail off and shove it down His throat.”

Rowena smiled at Kid and nuzzled into his embrace. “We’re good on that front.” She stilled for a moment before daring to ask, “Were you…visited by anything last night?”

Kid regarded her calmly before sighing, “Nope, pretty boring on my end. The brew fucked me up though, never drinking that shit again.”

They laughed quietly together while the crew lightly stirred as the sunrise began to break through the cloudy, overcast sky.

“Told you it wasn’t meant to be taken lightly.”

“I ain’t a bitch!”

“Hmm, no you’re not. You’re anything but, Eustass Kid.”

Kid leaned down to kiss her, nosing her cheek before softly whispering, “That’s fucking right, honey.”

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[nevermoreuniversity]

        Welcome  to  Nevermore  University  where;  outcasts,  freaks,  and  monsters  can  find  solace.  Our  mission  is  to  help  each  student  master  their  extraordinary  abilities  through  world-class  academics  and  unique  extracurriculars.         Founded  in  1801,  ten  years  after  Nevermore  Academy  –  so  that  students  can  continue  their  specialized  education  through  their  bachelor’s.

About:  Nevermore  University  is  a  murder  and  mystery  group  verse.  Where  players  will  try  to  uncover  what  is  going  on  –  through  events,  missions,  and  plot  drops.  No  prior  knowledge  of  Nevermore  Academy/  Wednesday  is  required  –  we  are  merely  adopting  the  worlds  lore.

RULES

001.  No  Drama  ooc.  IC  drama  is  fine,  in  fact  we  encourage  it.

002.  Any  major  plots/sub  plots  have  to  be  run  by  the  admin  team  first,  if  we  see  something  that  we  deem  to  be  a  major  plot  we  may  come  to  you  to  discuss  to  see  if  it  fits  in  with  our  overall  group!  (Aka  pregnancies,  marriages,  possessions,  death,  anything  that  could  interfere  with  the  over  arching  plot.  etc.)  You  must  include  Phantom  &  Evie  &  Z  in  all  plot  approval  group  chats.

003.  You  are  allowed  to  have  4  characters.

004.  This  is  a  mature  group,  18+.  No  minors  allowed.

005.  Include  everyone!  Don’t  exclude  people  because  you  don’t  like  their  character,  etc.

006.  OCs  are  welcomed  and  encouraged!

007.  Duplicate  fcs  are  allowed  if  the  first  person  to  take  the  fc  agree  to  it.

008.  You  can  write  all  nsfw  (violence,  sex,  blood  what  have  you)  -  as  long  as  you  do  it  in  a  spoiler  tag.

009.  PLEASE  put  all  triggers  you  have  in  triggers.  Rping  triggering  topics  is  allowed  -  as  this  is  a  horror  roleplay.  Threads  that  involve  triggering  topics  should  have  TW:  (whatever  the  trigger  is)  in  the  TITLE  of  the  thread-  so  people  know    to  avoid  it.  Also  put  especially  descriptive  triggers  in  a  spoiler  tag.  Just  to  cover  all  bases.

010.  Characters  may  be  a  variety  of  mythical  creature;  but  it  is  pending  mod  approval  for  more  exotic/powerful  creatures.

011.  No  bubble  rping  -  make  sure  everyone  is  included.

012.  Try  to  branch  out  and  include  as  many  people  as  possible.  We  know  you  may  not  be  able  to  interact  with  everyone,  but  try  your  best  not  to  exclude  anyone.

013.  No  power  imbalance  ships;  ex  student  x  professor.

014.    Powers  can  only  be  used  against  other  characters,  with  mun  approval.

015.  Breaking  these  rules  will  result  in  a  strike,  three  strikes  means  removal

{  CHARACTER  LIST  }    {  APPLICATION  }

[ihavenohotcocoa]

So I skimmed a bit of Evo and brushed up on the lore, and now I’ve got plenty of ideas about the Watchers and Listeners

———

So here’s the thing: The Watchers represent the viewers of Evo, they literally represent us. Or, well, most of us at least. See my theory is that if the Watchers are the people actively watching, then the Listeners are more people like me.

People who listen to Minecraft videos as background noise.

That’s why they have such a minor presence, they aren’t paying as much attention to what happens and as such they don’t crave blood as much as the Watchers do. If anything, they prefer when there isn’t too much chaos, because a calmer video makes for better background noise. That’s why they try to help the players, unlike the Watchers that keep causing chaos and changing everything.

The Listeners want the players to have fun, they don’t need things to be super interesting in order to tune in. The Watchers can’t just watch people having fun for ages, they need a status quo change every now and then to not lose interest. The Listeners don’t need that extra interest, they’ll keep listening as long as the videos release

My guess is that the reason why they’re at odds is these opposing priorities. Obviously the Watchers are going to be mad at someone interfering with their fun, and the Listeners are tired of the Watchers meddling. And I mean, they watch the Evo players. Including Grian. So obviously the only acceptable response to a minor annoyance is a declaration of war.

If I add Martyn Last Life lore to this then luckily it still checks out pretty well! The Watchers want blood and chaos and the Listeners have a nonexistent presence, only being briefly mentioned by the Watchers. Which makes sense, because the point of this series is chaos and bloodshed so what little Listeners there are have no reason to interfere, especially since the Watchers aren’t controlling the entire server this time. The Watchers saying Martyn is more of a Listener is probably because he listened to the Watchers the whole time, just doing what he was told.

So taking Last Life into account… yeahhh this theory has a few holes. If you look only at Evo is makes sense, but Martyn being called a Listener makes no sense if the Listeners are just the background noise people like me (unless Listener has just become a derogatory Watcher term for someone who just listens instead of acting on their own, which is entirely possible considering how little We, and therefore the Watchers, know about Listeners)

(Also it seems implied that the Listeners used to be Watchers, which helps support this headcanon even more considering that most people who use mcyts as background noise have been actively watching mcyts at some point)

Either way this is still my headcanon, and I may or may not make myself a Listener design soon

#thank you for coming to my ted talk #evo smp #evolution smp #last life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #the watchers #the listeners #watcher lore #mcytblr #trafficblr #evo watchers #evo listeners #coco says stuff #sorry for the rant @my non mcytblr followers #long post

[salty-stories]

So what makes Beacon so eldritch? Like what can they do? Are there others like them? Thanks!!

Love this question!! Thank you for giving me a chance to dump lore lmao^^ (Sorry, it got long, so under the cut it goes! Also, spoilers after the second para)

The easy part first, yes, there are many eldritch beings on Earth aside from Beacon. Not like a lot, but more than enough to be on the Bedrock Society's radar. You'd be forgiven for assuming Beacon is the only one, as Eldritch beings are very territorial and view one another as competition. It's very rare for two Eldritch beings to be within miles of one another, with some minor exceptions.

As for their Eldritchness, I do use that term very liberally, and you'll have to forgive how vague I've been about Beacon in general. You'll get to hear most of the details from the horse's mouth as well as read the BS's research on the species.

The word Eldritch just means "weird and sinister or ghostly", but its most popular association is HP Lovecraft's work, Eldritch Horror, which is an inspiration but in a very loose sense. Themes of cosmic interference, humanity's insignificance in the universe, and concepts/sensory details that are beyond comprehension are all themes I plan to play with in Stygian. But Eldritch beings in Styg work differently from traditional Lovecraftian horror.

They do indeed come from another place(dimension, universe, whatever word fits best for you, no one can pin it down anyway). But traveling here to our level of existence had a price for Eldritch beings, changing them at a fundamental level. It might be comparable to losing a limb(s) or your vestibular sense. They're a little like hermit crabs, starting small, struggling to find a shell to house them, eating to regain their strength, outgrowing their home, and searching for something bigger and better along the way.

Younger beings have less to work with and are much weaker than older beings, who've managed to acquire complex forms to house themselves in. The potential power a being can wield in their nearly immortal lifetime is limitless.

Beacon, specifically, is able to manipulate physical objects without physically touching them, manifest a shadowlike form to inhabit while on land, and influence the mental state and dreams of certain kinds of lifeforms. Something to note, the lighthouse constricts much of Beacon's movement and powers while on land, limiting how much they can actually do.

#try not to spoil the game in lore questions challenge failed lol #this is helpful tho as I start writing chapter 1 when you actually get to the lighthouse💀 #styg #lore #char:beacon #ask #anon