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diejager · 5 months

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On monster Au how did human reader meet Vampire Graves and the shadow?? 🤔

I’m guessing you mean the one from Turned? Since Only Human happens after the MW2 campaign.

You met them a few weeks after being contracted into TF-141, signing NDAs after NDAs before actually signing your contract. Laswell and Price were clear on the fact that end thing that went on during missions were to stay confidential —classified, especially with the TF being comprised of hybrids, some from UK, an American, a Russian and a ULF commander.

You knew they heads were General Shepherd and CIA station chief Kate Laswell, with missions spearheaded by Captain John Price, a dragon hybrid, and Lieutenant Riley, the wraith, as the second in command. They’re an extremely decorated TF, with a reputation to back up their decisions and badges. You were another sergeant, human in genetics and appearance, with little to talk about apart from your experience in silent infiltration, trained in hand-to-hand combat with a knife than utilizing a gun. You were taught to fight dirty, using what you could to win, a knife, a broken bottle or the sharp end of a broken plank, you were a stealthy killer, an assassin of sorts.

You’ve only heard of Shadow Company, word of mouth to ear with good things about them, how powerful and tight knit the PMC was. You weren’t surprised to hear that they worked closely with 141 and its allies, but you were surprised that they shared banter and seemed on a good foot. Especially Graves, the vampire and master of all his thralls, who started most conversation with a quick quip or smug remark.

It even shocked you how friendly he was towards you, standing close with a hand on your shoulder, his rugged face smiling down at your, confident and comforting. His grin was teasing, flashing his fangs so openly around you. He’d throw a few taunts hidden under praises: “Look at the pretty neck, soft skin and perfect. Bet you’re sweet, ain’t ya, sweetheart?”

Graves was also brutally honest, speaking his mind about decisions and choices made by others and even criticizing his men when they messed up. He controlled them, mind and body, reborn from his blood and remade in his expectations, but they worked in perfect rhythm, working as if they were one cell.

So, when their leader made a move on you, the rest did, often sitting beside you, keeping a hand on you, hungry for any physical touch or a whiff of your blood, the smell of your ichor that exhumed from your uncovered skin: your neck and your wrists. They would flash their fangs, gleaming under the white light of the mess hall, a threat that kept your surrounded and trapped between them.

Although they were friendly whenever you worked with Shadow Company, the constant attention and hungry, red eyes had made you somewhat uncomfortable, so much so that the rest of the TF cued in on it. Soap would stick to your side, hackles raised and eyes narrowed when some Shadows would approach you, being too handsy with you. If you weren’t with Soap, Gaz would bring you to his side with a wing, stretched behind to cover you in a protective shield to deter the thralls. The true deterrent was Ghost, looming behind you in his dark glory, growling and glaring at anyone who approached you without even touching you or standing too close. Price worked well, they wouldn’t bother the captain because they feared fire, because an angry dragon was a slow and painful death.

But that never stopped Graves from approaching you, tongue running over his lower lip and over the sharpness of his fang, red eyes gleaming brightly and looking handsome with his sun-kissed skin, blonde hair and southern accent, the sexy drawl of his words.

“Be a doll and c’m’here, won’t you?”

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shibaraki · 2 years

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HONEY TRAP ┊ AIZAWA SHOUTA

tags: suggestive, GN reader, mild descriptions of violence (excessive force + dislocation of shoulder), reader is a vigilante (with unnamed quirk), brief criticisms of hero system and quirk discrimination, sexual tension, strangers (enemies?) to lovers, kissing, morally grey relationship

wc: 2.3k

If it weren’t for the shift in atmosphere, you wouldn’t have ever known he was near. You can feel how the dipole between your bodies pulls taut, a frisson of excitement dipping the length of your spine. There’s an inexplicable magnetism begging to close the distance, an urge you want to indulge in but can’t, lest you have your arms broken three different ways.

Instead you acknowledge him quietly, a breathless murmur, “Eraserhead”.

You’ve been trying to bait him for over a week now. The initial embarrassment of it soon dissolved and you’d become admittedly shameless about using his patrol routes, even going as far as replicating his personal ciphers on every villain you apprehended so he would receive credit. He’s a stubborn man, busy too, so you knew you’d have to shorten his wick enough that he felt compelled to deal with you himself.

“This was all a bit much, don’t you think?” he rasps.

There’s a low drawl to his voice, an air of sarcasm that releases the tension in your shoulders. You’re poised on the rooftops edge overlooking Naruhata, crouched with fingers hooked like talons into the brick wall, ready to leap over to the next building if his patience wore thin. Eraserhead was known for being more lenient on vigilantes than his daylight counterparts, but you also knew he wasn’t one for nonsense or disruption in his work. Both of which you were skilled at.

At the very least, he didn’t seem angry. Exasperated at most — and you can’t help but to latch onto the slight endearment in his tone. “I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at,” you reply blithely.

He huffs, but it sounds suspiciously like a laugh, “This one-sided cat and mouse game you’re playing is becoming a nuisance”.

You feel yourself pouting, avoiding his gaze and focusing on the streets below. Illuminated by dim white light, throngs of people stumble home arm in arm, pink cheeked and loose lipped. The night is cold, and you envy the sake warming their veins.

“Mean,” you murmur, relinquishing some of your inner restraint to cast him a sidelong glance. He’s closer than you thought, standing two feet away with his arms folded across his chest. Despite your vision being adjusted to the darkness he still appears like a shadow. You’re surprised he hasn’t fallen into a defensive stance, nor does he have a hand ready on his capture weapon.

Egregious yellow goggles pushed up onto his crown, dark hair no longer curtaining his face, this might be the most you’ve truly seen of him. The first time you crossed paths he’d wasted no time in grappling you; the scarf had been around your ankle and violently sweeping you off your feet without preamble. Though you couldn’t blame him, he had found you in a small warehouse full of Trigger after all.

Eraser readily dislocated your shoulder that day, seating himself on your back to keep you pinned as you explained what you were doing there, ignorant to the pain. Just reconnaissance, just gathering information to hand off to the police anonymously, nothing more. At that point you’d only been participating in vigilantism for half a year, having slowly worked yourself up from good deeds that escalated with each favour. Every fight, every win, every life saved filled your belly until you were drunk with it.

He didn’t believe a thing you said, but before he could interrogate you any further the yakuza lackeys had returned for the goods. You ran after helping to disarm them and felt the phantom of his weight for weeks.

Admittedly, you were more than a little intrigued. The way he’d incapacitated you — bowing forward to speak roughly into your ear, his stubble scratching the cartilage as he spoke — still lingered under your bedsheets. By the third meeting he had taken to reminding you of the law. You appreciated that it felt informative, from a place of concern rather than condescension, but you were well aware of the legalities and told him as such. By the fifth he seemed resigned to accepting your tenacity, instead criticising the makeshift armour you wore for protection and asking about your quirk.

Seeking infrared eyes over the lower half of the Oni mask worn to conceal your identity, you’d curved forward into his space until your chests touched. “You sure want to know a lot about me, don’t you?”

He didn’t take well to flirting or to sudden contact, you learnt that sooner rather than later. Less that he didn’t like it, more that he didn’t know what to do about it. The broad, stern and scary Eraserhead would tuck his expression away behind his scarf with shoulders hunched to his ears, and your heart would swell.

You didn’t get to see each other as often as you’d like. A few times a month at most. But with each encounter came the slow acknowledgment of a real, tangible connection between the two of you. He still manhandled you on occasion, amidst the adrenaline. Restrained or pushed aside whenever you got too reckless. Sometimes you bruised and sometimes you didn’t — you would exaggerate the injury regardless, and he would play along knowing it was a lie, just for the excuse to touch you again.

Last you saw him, the months long build up crested. You’d removed your mask and kissed him, caked in dirt and blood in your teeth. He’s been avoiding you ever since.

Thus, you turned to drastic measures.

“This is hardly one sided,” you grin behind the mask and hope he can see it in your squint, “you chased me down in the end, like you always do”.

“Forced me up here kicking and screaming more like,” he grumbles. The sole of his boots scuff against gravel once he approaches, the soft hair at your nape standing on end. You allow yourself to straddle the border of the roof as Eraser mirrors you, relaxed by his usual demeanour. No cuffs, no anger, no sign of taking you in. Just him, exactly how you wanted.

“If you keep this up Tsukauchi will have you taken into custody. You've escalated. The villain you intercepted yesterday will never be able to use his right arm again,” he warns.

Feigning innocence, you shrug under his pointed stare, extending your leg to gently nudge his calf. He doesn’t move away. “Good. Should’ve been both, so he’ll never put his hands on someone without their consent again,” you reply.

He hums, the sound reverberating over distant drunken laughter. “That’s not your call,” turning his body to observe the group as they stumble past, you think he’s inclined to agree with you, even if he can’t say it.

“Then who’s call is it?” you exhale through the frustration, “sure as shit isn’t the daylights. Patrolling here gets them no coverage”.

You feel him push back against your foot, rubbing along your ankle. “It’s not your call,” he reiterates, soft but firm with his instruction. “I don’t disagree, and I’ll gladly leave you to it with the excuse of self defence. But I can’t do anything once you’re arrested for using a quirk with intent to cause grievous bodily harm”.

This is starting to sound frustratingly familiar. “You don’t know that, you’ve never even seen me use it. It could be that I don’t have one at all”.

That gives him pause. He blinks away the dry irritation, brow pinched with genuine contemplation. “You’re quirkless?” he asks.

“Would it be a problem for you if I was?” you return sharply, a test of the waters. You liked him, attractive and reluctantly indulgent with you as he was; most of all you enjoyed how different he seemed in comparison to any other hero you knew. Sometimes you could see yourself reflected in him, as if you were both closer to the blurred line than you realised.

It would be disappointing if he held baseless prejudice.

But where another might begin to spew insults or back away with uninformed fear, he is so clearly searching for the right thing to say. “Of course it wouldn’t. Obviously you’re more than capable without,” he blinks again as a chill is blown across the roof, sweeping the clouds above along with it and deepening the shadows beneath his eyes. “I’m just curious”.

You nod, his answer relieving the defensive tension that had slowly wound itself back into your limbs. “You know, centuries ago humans made it to space. They climbed mountains and explored the oceans all without quirks…” a wistful air imbues your rambling, fingers wrung together and fidgeting in what felt like an unusually intimate moment. “I’m not quirkless, but I don’t rely on it all that much. I’m more than just that”.

The corner of his mouth curves upwards and he regards you tenderly. “You really are something else,” he mutters, “I wish you’d stop being so careless”.

Drawn towards the warmth in his voice, you stretch across to brace your palms atop the weathered edge, closing the distance. He doesn’t flinch. “Worried that you’d miss me if something happened?” you ask, tilting your head to play coy.

“No,” he says, though it doesn’t hurt, because he’s leaning forward, imperceptibly, just enough that your lungs stutter. “Though I’m sure you would miss causing me problems”.

“You like it though”.

His jaw shifts, cheeks slightly pink and chill-bitten as he snorts, “Jury’s still out”.

“Mean,” you quietly repeat, the old brick sharp beneath the pads of your fingers the more pressure you give. The only obstruction now is your mask; you reach behind your head to loosen the strap, letting it fall and hang against your sternum. Left behind is a tight sensation over the bridge of your nose, where the plastic had cut into skin.

“If not, then why are we still sitting here? Shouldn’t you be putting me in cuffs?”

“Do you ever stop talking?”

His stare lingers where you wet your lips, still wearing a barely there smile on the end of an amused exhale. You don’t know him all that well — don’t really, truly know the person that he is underneath the hero Eraserhead — but you can gather that he’s a man of few words. The subtle kindling of want in his expression tells you plenty.

“I guess you’ll just have to shut me up”.

His fingers are rough along your inner wrist as he idly traces the length of your forearm. You’re still steeped towards him, waiting as he weighs the consequences. If anyone were to peer up at the skyline, they’d find two solid silhouettes turned into one another, teetering on the edge of something more.

“Any way I can do that without jeopardising my hero licence?”

“You could be a coward and run off like last—!”

Your lips part minutely as his nose bumps your cheek, nuzzling gently into the skin. Eraser lingers there, his breath ghosting the exposed curve of your throat, purposefully slow to unwind the spool of heat in your belly. Pressing a barely-there kiss by your mouth, you feel him grin at your sudden silence.

“Troublesome,” he rasps, hand rising to cup your jawline and keep you from chasing for more. “I don’t think you appreciate what a risk this would be for me”.

He’s big, warm and calloused; his hands say more about him than he realises. “I do because it’s exactly the same for me,” you sigh. Surrendering to his grip, you turn into the cradle of his palm like a contented cat, peering at him through half lidded eyes. “For all I know you were sent here to seduce me for information. Your charm has already tricked me into revealing my face”.

“That’s some imagination you’ve got,” his laughter rings in your ears, a low rumbling in his throat that leaves you aching. Eraser angles himself just right, still smirking as your mouths fit together. Any initial hesitance quickly dissipates, the seam of your lips parting to meet his tongue, the hand by your cheek sliding to rest searing against your throat with a thumb pressed to your pulse. Greed swells and you feel insatiable; senses heightened as the breeze passes, strumming your centre of gravity. You fist the fabric of his jumpsuit with a sharp inhale, first steadying yourself on the edge, then feeling the firm muscle behind it.

Cognisant of your precarious position, he wraps his other arm around your waist and cages you further into his space. You pull away for breath yet still whine his name in complaint — Eraser — and he clucks his tongue before dipping to briefly kiss you again, teasing and with finality. You knew he had to get back to his patrol, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

“Aizawa,” he corrects. When you squint in confusion he adds, “next time call me Aizawa”.

“Aizawa,” you mumble, rolling the name around your tongue and understanding the weight of what it means to hold it. Next time, he’d said. You watch him get back to his feet with a sense of restlessness, but the trust he’s given you is enough to sate the dissatisfaction. “Is it really alright for you to tell me that?”

He glances back at you, all teeth as he readies himself to jump over to the next roof, “Why, should I be scared?”

Following his leave you bring your mask up to cover the lower half of your face, and subsequently, your lovesick grin. Just as the clasp is secured at the back of your head, a drunken brawl begins in the narrow alley across the street. In your descent, you can’t help but to laugh at his parting words.

“If anyone’s the honey trap here, it’s you”.

#bnha x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #m.aizawa

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syntheticmortal · 4 months

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I got tagged by the lovely @crownedinmarigolds! Thank you so much mate!! I'm absolutely charmed 🥰

Now my rat bastard spouse stole most of my tagging options on their post so to not double-tag I will add:

@skaerdir, @klaciate, @tzimizce and @vamp-orwave!!

If anyone who sees this wants to be an honourary tagee, then go for it XD

For those who don't know - Hi I am Alex! (He/They) and I'm a writer and an English immigrant to the USA!

3 ships: oh mate all of these are OCxOC with @c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n

Victor and Gloria – A Nos and his unbound Ghoulfriend. Making your touchstone one of your mission Ghouls is dangerous af but live fast love hard, lads.

Jeff and Lamb – Another of Vic's unbound Ghouls and the Thin Blood Nos that joined the Warren. Disgustingly fucking cute injected into the den of the rejected and disgruntled.

Ventan/Taakur Rig and Rozanin Rig – My and Daz's SWTOR PCs respectively. A Chiss Cipher Agent that ends up having to go hide with his Mandalorian hireling with her Clan and Roz's unrequited love becomes hella requited and suddenly Ventan/Cipher Five-now-Taakur has step kids??

I love it so much.

first ship: Oh god this takes me back to being little. Probably a Sonic one??

Shadow and Rouge if I had to take a guess??

last song: Temptation by Sean Paul! A proper bop

But honestly massive shout out to the second Nostalgia Synthwave mix by Odysseus on youtube

youtube

This thing keeps me sane, and has all the songs marked! – that opening one, Realign by Cerulean, can usually just melt my brain into peace whenever I hear it

last film: Snatch – Like VTMB it's a problematic fave that oozes style and characterisation throughout. Watched it as prep for a Setite I'm going to play in a V5 game >:D

currently reading: Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan as part of genre research. Finished The Vampyre recently too! Really I should pick AC up today, I've been working hard on my editing and outlining of my own pieces and neglecting the reading part of the craft for a few weeks >.>;

currently craving: So I'm drinking far less booze to save money whilst I'm out of work trying to get some Proper Writing done. So when I hit a good worthy milestone I'm getting a bottle of whiskey and I am ready.

fav color: Green! Sometimes purple!

relationship status: Maaarriiied to @c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n

last google search: I had to double check the spelling of Taakur for the ship section, so it was 'mandoa' :')

and before that I'm pretty use I searched Scryfall last night to go look at MTG cards even though I have no one to play with right now :'D (at least it's saving me money >.>)

current obsessions: Was tempted to add my own work here but I'll tag that on the very end XD

There's a lot of fandoms I don't leave – World of Darkness and Warhammer 40k predominantly as settings I always have another angle I want to see explored in!

I do however have the Magic the Gathering bug, even though I haven't really played in years and years now – but card interaction as a generation for narrative has always kind of captivated me? Like there's a couple big mean Ogre cards that make Rats more dangerous, but due to the way the systems work they also empower the Ratfolk of Kamigawa, the Nezumi, as they count as 'Rat' cards still. So big Ogre spellcasters improving Rat people as part of a contained bit of narrative kind of fascinates me as a concept.

Plus each deck presupposes a Planeswalker character who's casting those spells – and I was always intrigued by that notion and so most of my OCs are representative of decks I played (or wanted to :P) and then in turn each Planeswalker needs a Plane to come from, probably from a still existing culture on that Plane too, and so it can kind of wonderfully reverberate inspiration.

Like how every VTM Kindred OC presupposes a Sire!

BONUS ALEX SECTION

So if you want to get to know me, let me tell you about what writing I'm working on/have made recently.

Out now!

The Mutilation of Finley Reid

A short story of masculine horror, about a young man by the name of Finley who suffers in the pursuit of having his place as a man affirmed by his peers.

The world of Torranham Nights is an anachronistic reflection of England set in the coastal city state of Torranham, drawing from contemporary culture and folklore as well as the legends and reality of the cultures that came before – without being fetishistic about it like a lot of stories will.

Handle It

A short retail horror, about working the cash register of a butcher's counter, and the customer who orders increasing amounts of ground beef...

Inspired by my own work in a same spot, anyone who's done service work should get a kick out of this – plus it's free and only takes 20 minutes to read! XD

On the way!

Defector – name subject to change

A short story of grief, shame, suicidal ideation, alcoholism, and community. On the moon.

A Special Recon mech pilot, “Crash”, from Earth has defected to the Moon rebels, and now lives in Magnolia City, rotting away in her tiny apartment. Then the Provisional Government sends one of its elite commanders, a former enemy of Crash's, to pull her out.

Elhart: Arrival

The first of a short story fantasy anthology about a city of refugees at the edge of time and space, hiding from the end of the multi-planar universe. A super soldier has washed up with a near-fatal headwound and no memory, and she must learn to live in a far more peaceful world than the one her instincts suggest she came from. But who was she? And can she earn the trust of people who fear her potential to kill?

Neon Sun

A novel! Cyberpunk Vampires! If we're mutuals you can come ask about this but I'm not ready to share things too publicly for this one yet, but the outlining has gone beautifully in my opinion, and the worldbuilding is singing.

Speartip

I'm making a TTRPG!! It's a Powered by the Apocalypse engine game, about serving as the primary field agents of a faction of people who need your support and protection. Because if you're going to be a hero, who are you doing it for if not your kin?

Setting agnostic as hell, excluding some implicit need for magic in the class moves – I'm prepping to playtest this in sci-fi and fantasy settings to see how well my mechanics hold up in both swords and firearms based stories. Plus I'm going to explore a variety of perspectives of what the faction can be – from ethnic groups, to gangs, to guilds, to neighbourhoods.

I'm VERY excited about all this!!

#synthetictextpost #syntheticwriting #Spotify #Youtube

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mareenavee · 8 months

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WIP WHENEVER! (Wednesday?!)

Hi, today is a bit of a write off day because it's spooky season and NY weather is telling me it's mid-July somehow.

I did manage a little writing :> And I'll be happy to share about ~300 words from two WIPS! But first, tags!

Tagging the amazing and wonderful: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thequeenofthewinter, @thana-topsy, @gilgamish, @archangelsunited, @wildhexe, @elfinismsarts, @throughtrialbyfire, @saltymaplesyrup, @snippetsrus, @rainpebble3, @kookaburra1701, @polypolymorph, @inquisition-dragonborn, @orfeoarte, @tallmatcha, @rhiannon1199, @expended-sleeper, @dirty-bosmer, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @nuwanders, @ladytanithia, @viss-and-pinegar, and @late-nite-scholar! Below the cut for shenanigans! WIP 1 has CW for creepy spooky season stuff and WIP 2 has CW for Neloth (yes) and his canon-typical racism (circa Nerevarine times in Morrowind.)

1) Spooky Collab pending a title with @thequeenofthewinter and @thana-topsy! Uldwin is his OC, and this is the downfall timeline. (: Writing is mine.

The ramp that led up to the mushroom tower was itself rotting through, stringy, toxic orange webs of slime mold eating away at the fungus. Lydia balanced precariously on the wooden support beams, cursing the weight of the daedric armor Uldwin had gifted her. Its enchantment sang to her, too—a whisper of some Bosmeri prayer. Like his voice, scratchy from use of the Thu’um. She swallowed hard against another wave of grief. This, perhaps, had been the last of his efforts to spare her whatever fate he’d willingly walked into.

The door to the tower swung open of its own accord, iron hinges rusted and knob caked with mud and grime. Then… Whatever it was had become aware of her presence. This did not bode well at all. She stepped through into the darkness, unable even to cast Candlelight to guide her way forward.

Lydia’s senses were assaulted by the stench of death—mildew and rot, must, pine, the uncomfortable sweetness of fermentation—not at all unlike the smell of Nordic tombs, long undisturbed. She brushed cobwebs away as she crept through the shadows. Dawnbreaker glowed, though its light seemed stifled in this place. Dread settled over her shoulders like a mantle. One step after another. It was all she could do, despite the fear. Despite how very much she wanted to turn and run. She knew she couldn’t. Uldwin didn’t. And now it fell to her to end this nightmare…and to bring him home.As Lydia took another step, something crunched audibly under her boot. A bone. No. She held back a scream as something screeched above her, the noise traveling through her skull like a jolt of Shock magic.

2) Light the Way which is pre-World. Backstory for Neloth and Teldryn, the Nerevarine (: And how they both ended up in the Twin Lamps.

“If I have your attention,” Im-Kilaya said after a particularly grating and reptilian-sounding throat-clearing, “we’ll need you both to help an injured once-shackled individual. His name is Tul, a fellow Saxhleel. Our Eyes have noted his injuries are beyond the help of what potions we have available.” He paused and turned to Sero, handing him a letter. “This, and he will need to be defended until you reach Sterdecan.”

“Do you expect trouble?” Sero asked, scanning the letter. Neloth glanced over his shoulder. It was written in some kind of cipher—it had to have been. Otherwise, it was an egregious misuse of parchment, describing in detail a few fictitious landmarks of Azura’s Coast. He watched as Sero folded up the letter again and tucked it behind the dark chitin plate of his armor.

“Yes, unfortunately. The farmhouse is becoming more visible than we’d like. It’s why this falls to you, Nerevarine. Protect Tul. I don’t know what waits out there in the dark, but the news brings me great discomfort.”

“Orvas has wind of us, doesn’t he?” Teldryn said after a moment.

Im-Kilaya said nothing, and opted instead to grimace, hands tucked once again into the sleeves of his robes. Teldryn nodded; whatever silent conversation had just occurred between them seemed satisfactory enough.

Neloth knew that name. Duke Vedam’s younger brother, and, at least at one point, the more powerful of the two. There had been rumors about nefarious dealings, and a more recent loss of his position within House Hlaalu. Something Fyr had rattled on about, as he was wont to do, but Neloth hadn’t bothered to listen. He cursed himself for his lack of foresight. Not that Neloth was afraid per se, but what should have been a fairly simple task now seemed infinitely more complex than what he’d at first believed.

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that-one-enby-ranger · 11 months

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My Fictional Crushes

So like a lot of people I, of course, have quite a lot of fictional crushes. And by quite a lot I mean 106. I made a list yesterday and felt like sharing it because why the actual fuck not. I'm not gonna put any tags though because it's gonna take too long and I honestly don't care if people see this or not it's more just for fun. There are a few questionable ones on here (serial killers) that might need a bit of an explanation so I shall try and provide. These aren't in any particular order they just got put on when I remembered them.

Halt O'Carrick - Rangers Apprentice (Number 1 boy)

Gilan Davidson - Rangers Apprentice

Will Treaty - Rangers Apprentice

Horace Altman - Rangers Apprentice

Crowley Meratyn - Rangers Apprentice

Rayla - The Dragon Prince

Callum - The Dragon Prince

Amaya - The Dragon Prince

Runaan - The Dragon Prince

Ethari - The Dragon Prince

Sweeney Todd (He's too amazing for me not to be in love with him. He had motives people.)

Edward Scissorhands (Just look at that adorable confused little bean.)

Adam Maitland - Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz - Beetlejuice

Antony J. Crowley - Good Omens

Aziraphale - Good Omens

Newton Pulsifier - Good Omens

Victor Van Dort - Corpse Bride

Jack Skellington - Nightmare Before Christmas

Thorn Hammerhand - Brotherband Chronicles

Yondu Udonta - MARVEL

Hank Pym - MARVEL

Tony Stark - MARVEL

Bucky Barnes - MARVEL

Dr. Stephen Strange - MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff - MARVEL

Will Turner - Pirates of the Carribean

Minho - Maze Runner

Newt - Maze Runner

Thomas - Maze Runner

Morgarath - Rangers Apprentice (I know he's horrible but too be fair, he's a tall, pale, black dressed evil villain who sits gayly. He's cool.)

Vaggie - Hazbin Hotel

Millie - Helluva Boss

Blitzo (The O is silent) - Helluva Boss

Stolas - Helluva Boss

Jedediah - Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah - Night at the Museum

Shrek (He's a fucking legend)

Barnabas Collins - Dark Shadows

Victoria Winters - Dark Shadows

Arthur Kirkland (England) - Axis Powers Hetalia

Francis Bonnefoy (France) - Axis Power Hetalia (I probably spelt his name wrong sorry)

Jareth - Labyrinth

Karl Heisenberg - Resident Evil: Village

Lady Dimetrescu - Resident Evil: Village (I may also have spelt her name wrong. Tall vampire lady)

Stig Olafson - Brotherband Chronicles

Hal Mikkelson - Brotherband Chronicles

Sodapop Curtis - The Outsiders

Dallas Winston - The Outsiders

Darry Curtis - The Outsiders

Steve Randell - The Outsiders

Two-Bit Matthews - The Outsiders

Johnny Cade - The Outsiders

Bill Fucking Cipher - Gravity Falls (He's cool. Everyone loves him.)

Egon Spengler - Ghostbusters

Peter Venkman - Ghostbusters

Austin Powers (I know he's pretty much a sex machine but he's also really kind and caring)

Kenickie Murdoch - Grease

Danny Zuko - Grease

Frenchie - Grease

Betty Rizzo - Grease

Jenny Dalby - Rangers Apprentice

Haymitch - Hunger Games

Lucifer Morningstar - The Netflix show Lucifer

Beelzebub - Good Omens

Mikkel - Brotherband Chronicles (I know he wasn't even really in it but he seemed cool and really nice)

Karina - Brotherband Chronicles (Sweetest mother ever)

The Other Mother - Coraline (Shut the fuck up I like her)

Sir Keren - Rangers Apprentice (He was actually a really cool and interesting villain with actual morals and he did regret his actions.)

Cruella de Vil - 101 Dalmations but I like her more in the movie Cruella

Jafar - Aladdin

Captin Hook - Literally any of the versions of him

Hades - Hercules but just him in general

Dionysus - He's a cool god.

Yzma - Emperors New Groove

Dr Facilier - Princess and the Frog

Queen of Hearts - Alice in Wonderland

Monolo Sanchez - Book of Life

Hector - Coco

Jasper - Cruella

Arty - Cruella

Artemis - Ready Player One

Robin Hood - Any of them apart from the fucking fox. I like Men in Tights version.

Wezley - Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya - Princess Bride

Sheriff Woody - Toy Story (I know its weird and a little bit fucked up but I like him.)

Elsa - Frozen

Merida - Brave

Bo Peep - Toy Story

Kuzco - Emperors New Groove (He's funny)

Flynn Rider - Tangled

Willy Wonka - Johnny Depp's version

Ruv - Friday Night Funkin' Midfight Masses

Sam - Assasins Blade

Michael Afton - FNaF

John - FNaF Novel Trilogy

Barbarossa - Ned's Circus of Marvels (Yes he is a villain. Yes he ia pirate butcher. Yes he is horrible. But he's cool and a pirate and a butcher and I like villains like that.)

Bennissimo - Ned's Circus of Marvels

Loki - MARVEL

Jacob Coote - Looking For Alibrandi

Ryder Dagon - He's a character I made up for a book series I was going to write but gave up on. He's my character. No one else knows him apart from my sibling.

Chloe Decker - Lucifer

Arnold J. Rimmer - Red Dwarf

Alexander Lemtov - Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga

Rosalina - Mario

Four - Divergent

There are a lot more I just can't think of any at the moment. If you want to y'all can show me a list of your fictional crushes. I won't judge.

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ciphernull · 10 months

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CHARACTER DIRECTORY

A master list of my current cast of SWTOR characters, organized for… organizational purposes. Liable to change and expand over time, as I am a fiend for alts and AUs.

(Detailed individual character pages will be set up and linked to in the future, brain permitting.)

IMPERIAL

DRAL'ES'KOVOS / ALESKO // Chiss - Imperial Agent - Sniper // [tag] The former Cipher Nine, now a ghost agent under the alias ‘Null’. Aloof, enigmatic, professional. Working through the trauma of his militant upbringing, one sarcastic quip at a time.

RUL SERA'ATH // Twi'lek - Sith Inquisitor - Sorcerer // [tag] Darth Nox. Least qualified Dark Council member, and determined to make that everyone’s problem. Vengeful, arrogant, and obnoxiously resistant to learning from his own mistakes.

VEX KORVA // Human (Cyborg) - Bounty Hunter - Scoundrel // [tag] Product of cybernetic experimentation. Ex-military--unclear as to which side. Mostly looks out for himself and his crew. Surprisingly easygoing, unless he decides you’re a threat.

DRUSIR // Sith Pureblood - Sith Warrior - Marauder // [tag] (WIP) Backstory eludes me yet. Stoic, steadfast, and impressively rational for a Sith, but loses all composure in the heat of battle.

RHOEN VARR // Cathar - Bounty Hunter - Gunslinger // [tag] Cartel enforcer turned freelance mercenary, carving a path of blazing gunfire through the galaxy’s underworld. Cocky, crass, and lays looking for a thrill. Fond of dangerous beasts.

REPUBLIC

ANSU'NHA'SETE / SUNHASE // Chiss - Trooper - Powertech // [tag] War orphan, rescued and informally adopted by Havoc Squad. Raised to be a first class soldier, and proud of it. Confident, loyal, fearless, and heartbreakingly optimistic.

HESKAN VOH // Mirialan - Jedi Knight - Guardian // [tag] Golden boy of the Jedi Order, struggling to live up to his newfound expectations. Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and dutiful to a fault. Secretly yearns for freedom.

RK-6 // Droid - Smuggler - Mercenary // [tag] Woke up in a derelict ship with no crew and no memory. Searching the galaxy for answers. Friendly, but blunt. Any obstacles in his way tend to explode spectacularly.

K'JET // Cathar - Jedi Consular - Shadow // [tag] (WIP) Currently following his sister around, trying desperately to keep her out of trouble. Sharp-tongued and cynical, but thoughtful and sentimental beneath his prickly exterior.

#oc directory

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certified-anakinfucker · 1 year

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and then @kemendin dragged me by the ankle so one more wip wednesday from like three years ago for the road,

11 ATC — DISTRICT CAPITAL OF HOWDUNGA

This was, by some extension .. home.

In a weird way, a really weird one. Not nostalgic, because he was scarcely here, but something just close enough to soothe that little ache in his heart. Really it was more a surprise that the tug was still there after all of the lastest and greatest events.

Today was a breaking point.

The Eagle was dead, Masjona Sanbre Nealev with him. One and the same. Inseparable. Molded by grief that became rage; born of depression and desperation that tempered the forge to a steady roll. Stable and ready to nurture the inner workings of the next uprising. The Eagle was beyond admirable, and he met his fate at the hands of Cipher Nine - an Imperial sniper, the valedictorian of his prestigious class, who’d been hot on his trail since the reported assassination of a Dark Council member. The Eagle had gone after the very Sith overseer of Imperial Intelligence, no doubt.

But Cipher Nine remained in the outskirts of Jiguuna, or perhaps he left the planet altogether. It wasn’t Cipher Nine who stood in the shadow of the Eradicator and drank in the daunt of that massive thing, and then studied the blackened grease spot and the stench of burning flesh where the Eagle once stood. Cipher Nine wasn’t the one who extended a hand to Watcher Three’s shoulder and implored him to be careful about studying the homegrown weapon and the computers around it. This was Darrash Aron Nealev who comforted his elder brother Johkel Conoguy Nealev, only having been reunited for perhaps a year after a decade in the dark.

I’m gonna tag uhhhhhhhhhhhhh @ssoundwavee @eorzeashan @friendly-neighborhood-lich-queen @friedennic @captainmortuem @jekyllnahyena @queen--kenobi @rexxdjarin :3

#cheeri is literate #i need a swtor tag #cheeri ocs #oc tag | [darrash aron nealev]#oc tag | [johkel conoguy nealev]#< he might have a tag somewhere idk #cheeri was tagged here #TIME TO FIGHT THE RISING HATE FOR THIS WIP

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tiredassmage · 1 year

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RISHI ;; closed rp tag for @jupitcrising

There’s a lot of traffic in and out of the outlaw haven: ranging from smaller shuttles to larger cargo frigates transporting any number of illicit goods - everything from people to spice and probably a few things even the former Cipher hadn’t considered. Tyr wiped an arm across his brow and took up his canteen again, taking a long drink before throwing some of the barely-cool water back over his neck, dampening the bandana loosely draped around it.

He’d been eyeing traffic for roughly the past three days. After several months in careful exile, evading Imperial and Republic eyes while putting their noses to the trail of the Revanites, the trio had finally agreed it was time to move. Tyr suspected they wouldn’t much longer have the luxury of time - as illusionary as it’d been from the start.

But the roar of engines overhead dragged him back out of his thoughts. Shading his eyes from the glare of the sun with a hand, a different silhouette, finally, caught his attention. Not nearly as sleek as the Phantom - then again, few things were. His eyes narrowed slightly and he raised the macrobinoculars at his side to zone in on the incoming ship.

“Theron?” Tyr touched a hand to his commlink. The ship was coming in for a landing down at one of the free local docks across the bridge.

“Go ahead.”

“Defender-class Light Corvette?”

“Should be the one, yeah.”

“Good. I’ve got a visual.” Tyr lowered the macrobinoculars, stashing them away and making ready to abandon his perch in a quiet old shopfront in Rishi’s upper levels. “Tell Lana to make ready. It’s time.”

x-x-x-x-x-x

He was not about to stop ribbing Theron for the overblown cover story just because the Jedi had finally made it down to Rishi and in one piece, at that. Really, it felt a little like overcompensating to paint the Red Hulls (and what kind of kriffing name was that?) as almost obnoxiously bloodthirsty, but then Nine supposed they were dealing with one of the Jedi Order’s finest, according to the records.

Still, Lana had reasoned too direct of an intercession on any of their parts might overplay their hand, so Tyr had begrudgingly ceded to tracking the Jedi’s progress through Raider’s Cove from a shadowed distance. It had, to be fair to the Jedi, gone somewhat better than the ex-Cipher had anticipated.

“Theron and Lana finally finish giving you the basics?” Tyr pushed away from where he’d had a shoulder propped into the wall in one of the back corners of the safehouse. He admittedly wasn’t certain where his presence would be the least unnerving - out in the open of their briefing or hanging back in the shadows; either way, the last thing they needed was to be at each other’s throats. Everything had worked out well-enough prior on Manaan and following, but Nine’s involvement had largely been on the back-end. Lana had given enough to say he had, at one point at least, been one of the Empire’s top spies and Tyr couldn’t find himself keen to expand into too much detail. He had a promise to Ardun Kothe to maintain and an already sketchy job security to juggle with the Dark Council following action on Corellia.

Still, even that vague allusion to what he was wasn’t a reputation he expected to put many at ease.

So he’d seen little of Hyroh Kaah, in the grand scheme of things. Enough to confirm Theron’s reports that he was a capable ally in a fight for himself.

“I’m not sure we were properly introduced. For now, you can call me Nine.” An old title for an agency that no longer existed, and yet it seemed the Empire was still a bit too keenly relying on, if you asked him. Marr hissed a lot behind that mask for someone that hadn’t revoked his clearances until he’d gone and stuck his nose yet again where it didn’t “belong,” as if tracking enemies of the Empire hadn’t always been his job.

Not that it was the first time.

He offered out a hand, nonetheless, should the Jedi be amenable to the greeting. “Theron’s asked me to bring you up to speed on the details of our operations here. Expect him to be handling a lot of the technical back-end. I’ve been putting in some fieldwork while we waited for your arrival, so I’ll be acting as one of your ‘lieutenants.’” When they were ready, he tilted his head to indicate the hall and started to lead them back.

“We’re a lot closer than we were months ago when we went into hiding, but as the others said, I’m sure, we can’t act openly - yet. Hence the convincing command structure. We’re going to pick a fight with the Nova Blades - and it’s not going to be about the Revanites.” Yet, anyway.

“And... we’re going to want to get you something a bit more... fitting.” He threw a nod to one of the open doors and leaned back against the wall in the hallway. “Theron’s prepped a room for you, should be a few options for some ‘local’ style. I’d suggest changing into something a bit more ‘comfortable.’” A slightly amused smile flickered across the Cipher’s lips. “Not all of us can rely on your Force, and not all of our targets are going to be as hapless as Kai Zykken, even if we could. Make it something convincing, if you will, Jedi. We can talk details while I wait.”

#notecards [rp]#surprise have a tag in case u wanna sort my latest shenanigans #[ic] tyr #maybe i will make pretty sparkle tags for them eventually but for now brain on a hamster wheel

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dreamingofscully · 2 years

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Surely, to the sea (2/7)

read on ao3 - read chapter 1

Rated: T Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Horror, Established Relationship

Playlists: Spotify, Youtube.

@today-in-fic

Chapter 2

The inside was dark; thick curtains pulled shut blocked the sun’s rays, but it also kept out the fresh air. Oppressive heat and a strange musty smell reminded her of a mid-August camping trip she’d been on as a child. Trapped in a tent in the middle of a forest, night provided no relief from the sweltering humidity.

“Why don’t we start from the beginning?” Mulder leaned forward, elbows on his knees. The pitch darkness of the house was held back by a single oil lamp in the center of the room. Sallow light pooled, throwing deep shadows into every corner.

“Look, I don’t know what you were told, but I’ve been through everything. Don’t know how you’re going to help me.” Boyle said, puffing on a cigarette with gnarled, trembling fingers.

“We’ve helped dozens, maybe hundreds, of people like yourself. Problems they can’t explain--”

“How exactly does Father Patrick know you?” Boyle frowned.

“Mutual acquaintances, Mr. Boyle.”

He grunted, leaning back in his chair into the darkness. Two black pits for eyes underneath heavy brows, the lines on his gaunt face deepened into fissures.

Scully sat next to Mulder on the threadbare couch, pen poised over her barely visible notebook. They’d entered this house blindly, only knowing what Xandros and his Cohort chose to share. What they chose to hold back would make a difference in their approach to the case, but instead, they had to stumble around and find their own way.

The uneasiness she’d pushed away wriggled back to the forefront of her mind. Wiping her sweaty, shaking hand across her leg, she gripped her knee, willing herself to focus. She hated being unprepared. Being unable to do her job properly. The back of Mulder’s hand whispered against her leg. Obscured by darkness, it stilled her racing heart.

The dark was a clue. The rest would have to come later.

“Is there some problem with the electricity, Mr. Boyle?” Mulder kept his hand against her leg, impropriety hidden by shadows.

“Just Boyle. It hasn’t worked proper for years. Gives me a headache anyhow so I don’t bother getting it fixed.” Smoke clouded their paltry light as he exhaled.

Mulder reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his own notepad. He sketched something on it and passed it to Boyle. “Do you recognize that symbol?”

Scully shifted her gaze away, remembering how she felt after seeing it only a few minutes ago. Ridiculous, she thought. Nevertheless, she kept her eyes on Boyle’s face.

The older man glanced at it then looked at Mulder, eyebrows raised. No recognition, only suspicion.

“What is this supposed to be? Some sort of commie cipher?” He tossed the notepad on the table between them.

“This was above your door, Boyle.”

“I’m no spy, Mr. Mulder. Someone must have put that there, accusing me of something.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you folks here to arrest me?”

“No, sir.” Mulder smiled. “Thankfully, McCarthy’s days are long gone. We’re not here in any governmental capacity.”

“What is it you folks do, exactly?”

“We’re experts in unexplained phenomena. My wife is a physician. I’m a psychologist, and--”

“You said you were married. No kids at home?” Boyle glanced briefly at Scully, though his words were directed towards Mulder alone.

She felt heat rising in her chest, coloring her cheeks. It never got easier. A piece of herself chipped away every time someone questioned her right to work beside her husband, instead of staying at home like a good wife. As though her worth was only decided by her ability to bear children. Things had come a long way since her parents’ generation, but she wondered if there would ever be a day where women’s decisions to step away from traditional roles wouldn’t be questioned.

“We don’t have children,” Scully said.

“Sorry about that, ma’am.” Boyle glanced at her, pity in his eyes. She gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists, but stayed quiet. They were here to help him, not convert him. “You understand it's not you, I just don’t want to be poked and prodded by anyone else.”

Mulder leaned forward, teepling his hands over his knees. “Boyle, we’re sorry to have to put you through this again. We want to help you, and I think we can. Just give us a little time, a little bit of your trust.”

The older man sighed and wiped a hand across his face. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he sat back against his chair and waved his hand for him to continue.

“How did your problems begin?”

While Mulder continued his questioning, Scully observed Boyle. He was in his sixties or seventies. Gaunt and pale, wearing a sweat-stained white shirt under a checkered long-sleeved button down that looked about three or four sizes too big. His thin gray hair was brushed over and stuck to his balding head. Curiously, despite the perspiration dripping from his brow, he held himself as if he was cold, hunched over in his chair.

And every so often, he’d wipe the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and licked his damp, dirt-stained finger.

It took all of her concentration to focus on him instead of letting her eyes wander off into the shadows. Her mind played tricks on her, sensing movement that wasn’t there. The drip-drip-drip of the tap from the kitchen. The scratch and creak when any of them moved in between sentences.

Mulder paused. To her experienced eye, he oozed with frustration at Boyle’s reticence. He responded to the questioning with terse, one-word answers, filling the room with weighty silence.

“I know you’ve been through a lot, Boyle, but the more detail you can give us, the quicker we can get to narrowing down what might be the problem.”

Scully was staring at the flame flickering inside the gas lamp, trying to think of something that could fit the symptoms, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head.

Boyle leaned forward, fully visible in the light of the lamp. Wet eyes with dilated pupils that consumed his irises. Yellow sclera. He’d evaded her gaze the whole interview but now he stared directly at her. She swallowed and met his gaze. Gone was the feeble, old man who drowned in his flannel shirt. Something surged inside of her, a feeling that she shouldn’t back down. How long they opposed each other, she couldn’t say.

“Scully?” Mulder was tapping her leg.

“What is it you’re afraid of, Boyle?” she asked, her voice low and hoarse.

Boyle stood abruptly, moving with a grace that belied his age. Turning from her, pacing in shadow. “‘But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear’.”

Silence fell over them. Boyle continued his smooth stride, moving in and out of shadow. Mulder shifted beside her.

“‘The Redeemer will come to Zion, to those in Jacob who repent of their sins’,” Scully responded.

He looked at her, his mouth turned upwards in a smile or a sneer. “So one of you has a bit of God in you at least. Look, I know you mean well, but maybe this isn’t a good--”

“Do you think God is punishing you, Boyle?”

He stopped pacing. “Why shouldn't he? You don’t know me.”

“I know God.”

“Do you now, girl?”

Scully and Boyle regarded each other for a few long seconds. He blinked, then looked away, wiping his face and shoving his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them. She reached out and grabbed Mulder’s hand as she spoke the next words.

“I’ve been part of the church my whole life. Catholic school. Mass on Sundays,” she said, lifting her delicate cross necklace with a thumb. Sometimes, their clients needed a different sort of reassurance. Something that couldn’t be obtained through degrees or experience. “Though I can’t know all of His reasons, I do know that He brought Mulder and I together for a purpose. And that He brought us here, today, so we could help you.”

Boyle watched her intently, sucking on the tips of his fingers. Gooseflesh rose on her arms. She squeezed Mulder’s hand, drawing on his warmth.

“We meet our punishments when we meet Him after passing on, not here on earth. Whatever happens here is by our own hand. We’ve brought comfort to many so far, whatever the reason for their troubles. That’s our purpose here, that’s why we help people like you. Let us help you, Boyle.”

With a pop, Boyle removed his dirty fingers from his mouth and wiped them on his shirt. Looking away from her, shoulders rounded, he shrank back into the poor soul who needed their help. He crumpled into his chair, lighting another cigarette.

“All right,” Boyle nodded. “What do you want to know?”

#my fic #project c #surely to the sea #xf fanfic #au #alternate universe #historical au #horror

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satellite-of-self-love · 1 year

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Love What You Love, Including Yourself.

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Under the Break:

My Sorting Tags

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My F/Os

Misc

•Blog Sorting Tags•

#Mental Health = Posts for keeping mental health.

#Self Love = Posts about loving yourself and allowing yourself to be loved.

#past reblog games = F/O reblog games made by others that I've played.

#my reblog games = F/O reblog games of my own.

#FO Positive = Selfshipping Positivity Posts.

#F/O Imagines = F/O Imagines.

#F/O AU = relating to one of my alternate universes where a selfship lives.

#F/O Convos = Goofing around with the Tupperbox bot in Discord

•My Reblog Games•

The Wedding Cake Bakery

Reblog with up to 2 F/Os and I'll find wedding cakes based on their visual vibe!

Status: OPEN!

•My Various F/Os•

Most of these blogs are Misc/RP/Aesthetic/Fandom blogs.

You can send asks to any of these characters via my Anomalous Polyverse Blog, simply say who you want to talk to before your message!

🔮🌜Anomalous Polyverse🌛🔮

A mega-crossover purely-for-fun alternate universe involving my personal character living and interacting with all of my F/Os.

Polyverse Blog: @theanomalouspolyverse

(All tags lack spaces between the name and the emoji. I blame my OCD for that.)

Romantic F/Os

Audrey Two (Little Shop of Horrors 1986)

-> Tag: Audrey🌱 Blog: @mean-n-green

The Warden (Superjail!)

-> Tag: Warden🌈 Blog: @splenderific-skittles

The Spine (Steam Powered Giraffe)

-> Tag: Spine⚙ Blog: @starlightsoliton

Angeldust (Hazbin Hotel)

-> Tag: Angel🕸 Blog: @glamspiderfluff

Jack O'Lantern (Billy and Mandy)

-> Tag: Jack🎃 Blog: @its-the-great-pun-kin

Beetlejuice (a composite version)

-> Tag: BJ🪳 Blog: @trashygeistinlove

Joker (The Batman series, The Dark Knight, and Tim Burton's Batman)

-> Tag: Joker🃏 Blog: @the-jokester

Patches the Clown (An OC)

-> Tag: Patches🤡 Blog: @patches-the-clown

Enoch (Over The Garden Wall)

-> Tag: Enoch🎃 Blog: @autumn-belle

Captain Michael Quinn (Project Blue Book)

-> Tag: Quinn✈ Blog: @lets-touch-the-stars

Hexxus (Ferngully: The Last Rainforest)

-> Tag: Hexxus☣ Blog: @toxic-mud

Invader Zim (Invader Zim)

-> Tag: Zim👽 Blog: @i-am-zim-2001

Mr. TopHat/Marcus Cochran (Are You Afraid of The Dark: Carnival of Doom)

-> Tag: TopHat🦂 Blog: @circus-scorpion

Yeshua (Fennah/Satellite City)

-> Tag: AlleyCat🎰 Blog: @eldritch-casino-cat

Lord Black Hat (Villainous)

-> Tag: Lord&Master🎩 Blog: @oh-dark-lord

Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

-> Tag: Boogie🎲 Blog: @nightmaregamblinman

Mammon (Helluva Boss)

-> Tag: Mammon💰 Blog: @greedy-evergreen

Platonic F/Os

Vince Noir (The Mighty Boosh)

-> Tag: Vince👑 Blog: @sunshinesparkle-child

Hawkeye Pierce (M*A*S*H)

-> Tag: Hawk👁 Blog: @swampyflowers

Harry Vanderspiegle (Resident Alien)

-> Tag: Harry👽 Blog: @h-vanderspiegle

-- My Pet Regression Blog with Harry as my caretaker F/O: @an-aliens-pet

Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)

-> Tag: Rick🧪 Blog: @rickin-and-a-rollin

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

-> Tag: IsocelesMonster👁 Blog: Coming Soon!

Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

-> Tag: BezelTime🕰 Blog: Coming Soon!

Nandor The Relentless (What We Do In The Shadows)

-> Tag: Relentless🦇 Blog: @thevampirefam

Collin Robinson (What We Do In The Shadows)

-> Tag: Collin🦇 Blog: @thevampirefam

Guillermo De La Cruz (What We Do In The Shadows)

-> Tag: Not Guillermo🦇 Blog: @thevampirefam

Baron Alfanas (What We Do In The Shadows)

-> Tag: Baron Alfanas🦇 Blog: @thevampirefam

Barnaby (Billie Bust-Up)

-> Tag: Owly🦉 Blog: @spooky-noodle-bird

Familial F/Os

Loki (Son of the Mask) (Father)

-> Tag: Loki🎭 Blog: @candy-coated-chaos

Fenrir (OC Version) (Brother)

-> Tag: Fenrir🐺 Blog: @fluffy-fenrir

Skoll and Hati (OC version) (Nephews)

-> Tags: Skoll☀️, Hati🌒 Blog: @puppypicnicofplanets

Hades (Hercules 1997) (Uncle)

-> Tag: Hades🏛 Blog: @plutos-blue-flames

Nadja (What We Do In The Shadows) (Big Sister)

-> Tag: Nadja🦇 Blog: @thevampirefam

Laszlo Cravensworth (What We Do In The Shadows) (Brother-In-Law)

-> Tag: Laszlo🦇 Blog: @thevampirefam

Crow T. Robot and Tom Servo (MST3K circa 1990s) (Adopted Sons)

-> Tags: Servo🎞 , Crow🎞 Blog: @robo-bros

Misc F/Os

The Hitcher (The Mighty Boosh) (Antagonist)

-> Tag: Hitcher🪱 Blog: Coming Soon!

Early Cuyler (Squidbillies) (On and Off Antagonist/Frenemy)

-> Tag: Early🐙 Blog: Coming Soon!

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childofaura · 2 years

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Suzuki Rika (aka the FE4 god)

I see you read my Sencha tags, lol.

Suzuki Rika. A.K.A the artist who completely blindsided the shit out of me with their gorgeous artwork.

The words I'd use to describe Rika's artwork is... ethereal. Divine. The essence of angelic, even when they're drawing Hel-based characters. They've only drawn five characters so far, but with L!Sigurd, Resplendent Ishtar, and August they've shown that they indeed can draw a variety of characters, not just beautiful men (though that's obviously been their best work). And boy do they LOVE their cloaks, and I do too. Their posework is dramatic, in a wonderful way, like looking at ballet dancers. Their coloring is soft but at the same time it flashes out at you.

Sorry, I know I'm fawning but this is an artist who we've only just begun to see what they can give us.

I mean look at Eldigan:

Again, I do love PenekoR's artwork most of the time but LOOK at those brooding eyes and his dark eye shadow. The gorgeous tatters.

And look at his neutral attack, now remember what I said about dramatic ballet poses?

I'm not even ATTRACTED to Eldigan but here? Marry me. He looks like a Castlevania character, whether you see him as Belmont-esque or one of Dracula's court is up to you.

Is Eldigan a little too sinister-looking for you? Here's Sigurd in all his celestial glory:

Again, he doesn't even look real. He's celestial, dream-like (which I think they're going for more of a spiritual Sigurd which makes sense).

And again, they have proven versatility with different types of characters. Here's August:

August has a unique headshape and he's clearly an older character. I very much appreciate Rika not shying away from drawing an older man with wrinkles and a different type of nose.

And here's Ishtar:

I wanted to close up on just her face for this example, but I realized that her pose is one of the strongest mage poses in the game.

And look at Ullr:

So much energy can be felt from the flow of her hair and the aura coming off of her.

And as much as I hate, absolutely hate to say it... There are a few criticisms that can be seen with their art.

Their side-profiles are... not so graceful:

But that was fixed as Sigurd's critical portrait has him more at a 2/3rds angle. But still, it has to be noted.

And for female characters fully facing the front, their eyes can be a little too large, hence Ishtar's neutral portrait:

This issue is, again, fixed when Ishtar is facing at 2/3rds of an angle. And additionally, this issue doesn't quite bug myself as much because it has a doll-like quality. It still can be a little unnerving though, and I think they do work best with male characters.

All in all, Suzuki Rika is a 10/10, undeniably, and they've only drawn five characters. The odds are very low, but I pray that they might somehow be Shura's artist when he gets added to FEH. I pray it's them and not Miyajima Haru (Who drew one of Shura's Cipher cards).

#Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #Suzuki Rika #ask game #anon thank you for giving me the chance to gush about Rika #The first time I saw their art was for Resplendent Eldigan and it caught me so off-guard with how gorgeous it was #Their artwork is so lovely

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Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer, Issue #33: Chao Races and Badnik Bases (Part 1)

Welcome to The Chao Races and Badnik Bases Arc, where we finally return back to the main story after we had found out what happened to the main and/or recurring villains: Starline, Zavok, Mimic, Rough and Tumble, and Eggman. So, how about adding one more villain to the roster?

We start off being outside Tails’ workshop. Sonic is lying on a tree, listening to Rouge, Amy, Tails and Omega. Apparently, Rouge had gotten some kind of code from the Faceship and is hoping Tails could make some sense of it. Aside from that, he also needs to fully rebuild Omega. Fortunately, they have most of the parts from when he fell apart at the party.

Tails notes that, if he could get into Eggman’s network, he could find the cipher for the blueprints and fix Omega. Rouge is happy about the news and decides to leave. Cue Sonic jumping inside and telling them about the Egg Base at Windmill Village, inviting Amy to join them. Amy, while certainly wanting to go along with Sonic, is not happy about the idea of going to the dark, cold underground dealing with rusty Badniks. Tails also adds that he needs a part-set from an E-100 series to properly rebuild Omega, so Rouge volunteers to get him one.

She explains how one can find Eggman tech at the White Park, and knows a guy who can help them: Clutch, who is also the park’s reigning champion of the White Park Chao Racing Circuit. Rouge adds how they’ll have to go undercover, and notes how they should participate at the Chao Races. Amy is reasonably suspicious of Rouge’s plan, but they still make the call to Cream.

Vanilla answers the phone, with Amy asking her for permission to let Cream and Cheese tag along for the Chao Races in White Park, explaining the situation. Amy also adds how they would do the same in Gemerl’s situation, so wouldn’t Omega deserve a chance as well? Vanilla agrees with that sentiment, adding how Gemerl is damaged, and Amy assures him that Tails can fix him. Cream then asks her to let them go help, with Vanilla agreeing, as long as Amy and Gemerl are with her. Cream is quite happy about that.

Speaking of which... Treasure Team Tango anyone? We got Rouge, Amy and Cream working together again.

Meanwhile, near Windmill Village, Sonic and Tails are visiting an old Egg Base, which Sonic had spotted during one of his runs. Tails looks a bit nervous, so Sonic teases him about the base being haunted by ghost Badniks.

Well, it certainly seems to be haunted by a Badnik.

They find a room with a computer, with Tails being happy to get it started. Sonic is a little unnerved by the dolls of himself, Tails and Knuckles scattered around the base. Honestly, I would to. We know what the Tails doll is capable of.

Meanwhile, Amy, Rouge, Cream, Cheese and Gemerl are on their way to White Park. Amy figures she could enjoy a bit of a vacation, only to almost run someone over! That being? Shadow!

Okay, buddy, I know Sonic has a thing for dramatic entrances, but I didn’t know you shared the same sentiment.

But, no, seriously, what the hell were you doing in the middle of the road?

Amy voices my question, but Shadow notes that it doesn’t concern her (while trying to climb over a guardrail (dude, just jump over it; it doesn’t look that tall). Amy then asks him whether he wants to help them with fixing Omega, but Shadow refuses, saying he’s not interested.

According to Ian, Sega says that Team Dark is no longer a thing and the name is strictly a marketing term. The three members are not a team and they have never worked for G.U.N. (despite the fact that Rouge has been depicted as working for G.U.N. in several games, such as Sonic Adventure 2 and Shadow the Hedgehog); Shadow also doesn't even consider them friends. (Sonic the Hedgehog (IDW)/Executive Meddling)

I’ll just leave it at that. I’ve been bitching enough about Team Dark’s circumstances and the fact that their dynamic from Sonic ‘06 isn’t canon anymore. Honestly, I just wish Shadow would show at least some concern regarding Omega.

Still, I’m not done with this discussion.

Amy notes how Shadow is a grump, but Rouge tells her that he was just being polite and that they’ll probably see him again. They soon arrive at the chateau, with Rouge telling them to call her Facet, revealing she got Omega in her trunk. We also see a certain figure wearing a heavy coat.

Their attention is drawn by Omochao, a robotic Chao who serves as an announcer, telling them to register for the Chao Races. While Amy goes to find a good spot for them to watch the race, Rouge, Cream and Gemerl go to register Cheese for it. Omochao points out that Cream is underage, but Rouge quickly saves the situation by claiming she was referring to herself. Omochao explains the rules, with Cream wishing Cheese good luck.

Cream questions Rouge about lying, but Rouge assures her that a little lie won’t hurt anyone. Gemerl just registers that Rouge has a disposition towards deception, with Rouge saying how he’s not fun. Rouge then points out Clutch, and I have to say, the villain of this arc looks rather intriguing.

The race starts, with Cheese getting kicked in the back by a Dark Chao who looks like Shadow. Amy and Cream cheer for him and Cheese manages to make it to the finish line, registering for the race tomorrow.

Cream and Rouge celebrate Cheese’s victory, while Cheese suspiciously observes the Dark Chao, who just grins back.

Amy admits that it was pretty fun, only for them to get ambushed by Clutch. Rouge quickly takes over the conversation, with Clutch giving her his card, noting how he wanted to meet up and talk with all new Chao trainers, calling Cheese exceptional. Rouge accepts the invitation.

Amy is suspicious, noting how it was too easy, but Rouge assures her she can handle things and she already knows Clutch is up to something. Rouge tells them to go ahead and book a room, while she and Omega go talk to Clutch. They find the penthouse, which is cluttered with all kinds of stuff.

Clutch is happy she found him, calling Rouge by her real name. Clutch points out that he’s sitting on a fortune, while she’s a world-famous thief, so this was bound to happen eventually. Rouge prefers the term “treasure hunter”, with Clutch offering her a deal.

Being a Chao trainer, he’s interested in Cheese. If Cheese can win the race tomorrow, he’ll give Rouge anything she wants from his collection, but in exchange for Cheese himself. He also adds how he treats his Chao well, as long as they’re winning for him. Rouge doesn’t look to happy about the offer, telling him she’ll think over it. Clutch tries to convince her by offering some of the gemstones and honestly, while we know that Rouge would love to have them, she isn’t that greedy... or stupid.

Omega questions her, with Rouge telling him how she won’t give Cheese away, but Clutch doesn’t know that, deciding to give Omega (or rather, his head) a job to do.

She then exits the room, only to see someone standing at the end of the hallway (why does this scene remind me of The Shining?). The figure takes their hood off, with Rouge being stunned to see them.

We then cut to outside, with Shadow standing on the top of the building, overlooking the amusement park. Apparently, he’s still after Eggman, searching for a bot-trader. He considers joining Amy, Cream and Rouge for a moment, only to decide against, noting how this isn’t his problem.

He suddenly sees a figure running across the rooftop... and it’s Starline. We know it’s Starline as he’s using the Tricore. Shadow is suspicious, figuring the rumors are true after all and lands right in front of Starline.

Starline speeds off, catching Shadow off guard, but Shadow follows him. However, just as he catches up to Starline, questioning the latter whether he works for Eggman, only for Starline to grab a piece of a wooden beam and whacks Shadow right across the chest with it. Man, that has to hurt!

The last we see is Shadow falling off a building, Starline standing over him. It is a neat cliffhanger, but let’s be honest here, we know Shadow will survive this fall.

Oh, and speaking of Shadow, I do have some things to say about him, but I’ll leave that for another time.

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