#b) are close enough friends to know such deep lore

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[jazeswhbhaven]

Agares Origin Story Event: Hidden Lore | React/Summary Spoilers

Okay so it took me a few days on this because I like to stack up, considering the chapters for each day is rather short this time around on top of there not being two parts in the beginning as usual. I think because Agares is not a major part of the main story and more of a "here's your rootin' tootin' orange lovin' man and his backstory finally!" kinda thing.

So far, there's....alot to digest for his past because let me start with my original theories from when we first met him in the previous Niflheim event:

🍊He was the OG ruler of Niflheim but gone rogue due to an angel attack that wiped out his subjects 🍊His eye was damaged during that battle 🍊He and Vassago were the only ones left and their dynamic is based on that traumatic experience 🍊He is a part of the 72 and so is Vassago, but their loyalty will never belong to Belphegor due to their past and Agares' royal lineage

So it turns out that I was sorta correct in my theories, but there was a lot of things I was off about upon starting this event including the strange reveal of "him being an illegitimate child of an angel". But we'll get more into that!

Grab ya snacks and tissues, get comfy, it's time to go over the first 5 days of the event!

So it turns out that Beleth, Gusion, and Bathin are doing some cleaning duties around the palace of Niflheim. Normally, it appears that Belphie wouldn't really give a shit about any of that, but here lately Agares and Vassago have been complaining about the trash surrounding the area.

It was agreed between Agares and Belphie that Agares would be recognized as the ruler of the castle, but Belphie of the land itself. Fair, right?

considering most of the fucking country is covered in trash and not the castle.

"Lawd" pffttttttttttttttttttttttttt

I say that a lot, so it makes me laugh. I'm lovin' the speech patterns and dialects chosen for this specific country of Hell as I feel like I'm right at home.

(Quick yap about that: I know when y'all think of 'country' southern speak you think of maybe "King of the Hill" or hick, deep woods "YEAP BILLY BO O'RE YONDER" stuff but not everyone speaks like that depending on where you're at. Texas (gawd awful as it is) has a pretty good variety of Southern dialects due to all the different people that move there. Georgia, specifically "Atlanta" has a very specific dialect too. And don't get me started on anyone trying to understand Creole, normally heard in Lousianna (just listen to Gambit from X-men). This is why you see Belphie call MC/US "Sugar" a lot as this in a general term not really used to show interest or "doting" on you. Any nice southern belle is bond to call ya "sweetheart" "hun" "honey" or even "baby" just because or an older man saying "darlin'" or "ma'am" "little lady" depending on where you go. A lot of people tend to like it, others either feel it's too personal or get offended when it's used because they think they're being hit on. Trust, you'd rather hear that than "bless your heart" because have fun guessing if they actually sympathize with you, or if they're insulting you 💀)

also peep that I call Beel and Belphie "boo" this is usually a term of endearment and can also be used between close friends!

But enough about that. Lol B A C K to the story

So it's always funny to me that devils gossip just like humans do and just as they described them standing around smoking and just talking about Agares randomly has me being like do they do this often? like...really? What's funnier is Beleth's nosey ass was trying to see what they were talking about, Bathin joined in, and Gusion even though pretending he didn't wanna...did it too lol

But we get the scoop on Agares' eye the one that was sliced and diced and how the land was almost sold off to the angels. Apparently this random guard devil's grandaddy from like 4 family lines ago saw it with his own eyes (i'm starting to wonder how considering what we're about to find out...)

So we find out that Agares' left eye (when he's facing us on his right) is the mark of angel, a single silver feather. This marked him as an illegitimate son of an angel, his mother being a devil and living in the palace before she passed. The rumor was that she had an affair, and thus Agares was born. Even Agares had a deep feeling that this was all a ploy by his political enemies that didn't want him to rise to power that is until the mark appeared one night just out of nowhere.

Oh no! Poor bby :(

so since the rumor started he's been having to hide his eye, ashamed that he was the last to know, and his stepmother isn't on his side at all, refusing to even acknowledge or defend him in anyway (because she probably hates him let's be foreal).

Leave him alone????? LIKE *punches air* PROTECT HIMMMMMMM

Everyone ganged up on him, all of them being grown adults and I wanted so badly to fight for him. Even if he IS mixed with angel, the other half of him is STILL devil and he shouldn't be treated like he was.

In particular there was a devil that said "we had our doubts" when we learned in the main story that devils don't doubt each other at all. This leads me to believe that since this is very early Hell, the devils at this time had a different set of practices and rules for themselves, meaning that doubt was not off the table.

A damn shame too, because even his evil bitch of a stepmom told him that only his dead mama would know if he was truly the rightful heir. Also we learned something else that seemed to throw a loop....she...gave birth? (I'm going to assume this meant she got her baby from Lilith and they just called it a "birth" just for face) Also, his dad was conveniently just not there for whatever damn reason so there's that.

So young Agares was thrown to the streets, covered in filth and trash and the background pretty much resembles a typical slum neighborhood. The citizens treated him like filth, the CHILDREN were throwing stones at him. Like...THIS ENTIRE THING HAD ME SCREAMING FOR HIM.

Now this scene right here had me wanting to...I'll refrain from saying it but yeah I was not happy with those kids doing that to him which it was indeed on fucking purpose!

Agares was starving at this point, begging for food, something he never thought he'd do and barely having strength to move or think. Plagued with thoughts about his true parent, why his father wasn't coming to save him, couldn't even cry because it would make him even more hungry. Hell, even finding rotting food was scarce in the part of town that he was in.

These random kids found an orange, and while mocking him gave it to him. He accepted it, thanking them and even offering to repay the "kindness". Only to truly be fooled. The orange was poisoned, causing Agares to puke and pass out on the ground as the children ran away in disgust.

But he's saved by none other than Vassago! He wakes up in an abandoned temple, where Vassago introduces himself. He's the leader of what I'm calling a "cult" because that is what this looks and sounds like honestly, that had been waiting for his arrival. All of the devils have the same horn to the side with jewelry. All of them. I will say that they weren't born that way like Agares was, but perhaps cut off their other horn(s) to match.

We have a small pit stop in the flashback, Gusion wondering why he's just now learning everything about this which to Beleth reminds him that he works late nights so never has time to study about the history of the land. (lol gotta put in those hourssss) They also talk about how Agares wouldn't appreciate his business being told like that and he would strike down anyone he hears gossiping

i mean i would too, like what y'all talkin' about me for? lmao

Also the difference between Beleth calling Agares' temper a "nasty attitude" vs what Gusion considers a nightmare is hilarious to me. It's probably because I mean Beleth used to be in Heaven...there's three HUGE manifestations of a nightmare of a temper living up there and he's probably had to deal with it more than once.

though Beleth mentions the reason is becaue he's always near Belphie, so I'm like yeah that attitude of his because he doesn't feel like doing shit is horrific lmao. Agares is mild.

Btw the dynamic between these three, including Bathin is always so wholesome. They seem to care about one another a bunch especially their workloads, rest, and just wellbeing. Reminds me of those coworkers who are always looking out for you instead of trying to one-up you by being a faux manager looking for a reason to snitch on whatever you're doing.

So we're back to the story, Vassago further explaining himself and we get a peek into what Agares thinks of them.

What I found interesting is that he mentions that he didn't suspect them of being devils based on how they looked but they definitely were angels. He even half expected that angels would be coming to rescue him since he's half angel right? Well...there's a thing about that. They don't obviously and Agares gave up that hope just like his hope that his own father would come and save him.

Vassago goes to explain that the temple is the only thing not covered in trash, but everything else around them is, and only Agares can clean it up. He mentions that Agares is the true King that he and his clan have been waiting for. His clan specifically exists to offer sacred rites for the rulers of the land, but after the incident with Agares being kicked out, they waited silently at the temple for the perfect moment to rise to see him once more.

yup this is a dang cult lol meaning they'd DIE for him, live for him, no matter what it is. giving me Douma from demon slayer vibes or Geto from JJK.

So after some thought, Agares accepted them, had Vassago and his clan be his ears and eyes as they worked to clean up the land.

Now here, I've been trying to wrap my head around it myself on what was trying to be illustrated by seeing him in his "matured" state.

"It was the face of someone who had lived consumed by rage, humiliated and betrayed. A face that now looked nothing like the beautiful young prince everyone once admired."

They mention that this wasn't a face simply shed from boyhood or age or growth. Agares himself doesn't even recognize his own face anymore.

How I interpreted this is, yes time has passed and Agares has gotten older, but that youthful, bright and beautiful face that once had hearts flutter and gain respect and admiration from other devils in the royal family was completely gone. The hopeful, caring Agares that was raised to be a King caring for his people had vanished. It was now replaced with this shell of a man, beaten and bruised and filled with distrust and angst. Was this truly his face? Did he even know what he truly looked like? Or was this another trick of the cruel life he was dealt in his time?

But Vassago comes in just in time to reassure him, and Agares shows that still softer side of himself, grateful for all that he and his clan has done for him this far.

Sweet king. Live and breathe on.

AND THEN we get smacked in the face with another twist around.

Agares ain't no divaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (JOKING PLEASE DON'T SIDE EYE ME)

That's right folks, he's not half angel AT ALL. It was a scheme planned between the devils and angels they were scheming with against Agares....JUST how he suspected in the beginning. Vassago had his point, that this power would had shown at birth.

Now I have a counter argument to that logic, that perhaps since there is no angel/devil hybrids as of yet in that timeframe, that no one can truly know when his or hers powers would show. Sometimes things take time. Though, usually yes...in this case it would have shown up very early and Agares would be a powerhouse. At the same time, we really didn't know what rank of angel his mother interacted with, could have easily been a lower level angel such as Beleth, Leamas(Samael), Jophiel where the powers are so low it probably wouldn't be significant enough to be considered a power. Now if he were part cherubim, that may be more immediate of showing up!

No possible way for him to be part of any higher rank, considering the circumstances.

But knowing Vassgo's background of being over sacred rites, and how much older he is than Agares so knowing more things just from knowledge/experience alone, it is a high possibility that someone just simply put a curse on Agares (similar to how MC has a cursed angel mark on them from Gabriel)

Here we get a cameo back to Mammon's origin story

*waves at Mammon's daddy* heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ;)

we also get to see a nice remember of Mammon's fine ass longer hair and his back....mmmm (had him locked in that prison for so long too like how dare...)

The purpose of mentioning Mammon's lore was to have Agares be reminded that angels do whatever the fuck they want essentially. Back then they didn't even bother to hide their unhinged behavior, legit playing in your face kind of way.

IN the end though, this led to Mammon's rise to being a King, a powerful angel being locked away and peace being restored to the land. This story motivates Agares to do the same thing, crawling from the depths of the trash of Niflheim and to rise as it's rightful heir to the throne.

Now, uh he went a bit overboard thinking he was one of the chosen 7 kings, (he didn't know so it's alright) Vassago also mentions that the royals have pretty much fucked the country to all depths of fucked. Law is pretty much nonexistent, money drained, and the devils had become so lazy that they don't want to work, making money by allowing other countries to dump their trash there basically Niflheim is one big damn landfill for hell.

Let me just say that I think this is hilarious that out of all supernatural creatures, demons would have one use items and trash in the first place. But I mean in most forms of media I do see that Hell does function very similar to Earth if not a damn 1:1 mirror. And in WHB's universe Mammon and some of the nobles have always reminded MC that some way or another "Hell did it first" and that it was shown to Earth on how to make their living situations better because that's how they did it.

Neat.

who the fuck invented taxes and showed someone here then like take property taxes away...i know somebody in Tartaros did it.../joking

Now we've reached the part of the story where it gets pretty gorey and fucked up. They explain pretty much everything in detail for this...so if you didn't read it for the event, brace yourself!

Let's start y'all off with a smile from this sweet man. Sigh....oh how I wish that smile could stay on your beautiful face for just a while longer because this next thing is about to become fucking depressing.

The first day out in months, Agares decided to go clean up the trash around the land on his own for the day, determined and motivated. Only to come back...seeing that his beloved new family and loved ones have been crushed. Vassago's clan was completely wiped out.

What happened is that assassin's were sent to get rid of them and Agares in one swoop. The clan knew of this attempt, creating a fake Agares to trick said assassins, taking the hit. As I said before...they were ready to sacrifice themselves FOR him to protect him.

But this...awakened something in Agares.

Before that though I will share what he saw:

"Beneath the fallen structure, scattered like discarded debris amongst the dead, were the bodies of Vassago's clan. Their clothes were torn, and their faces were so disfigured they could no longer be recognized."

He found Vassago thankfully amongst the wreckage, the wisps of smoke that surrounded him being the main thing that led Agares to his location.

After speaking with Vassago about the demise of his clan and learning that those who truly loved him and looked out for him had passed on while those who raised him casted him out....

Yeah...when I said awakened....I meant it. A well fucking deserved crash out.

He is pretty much gone to the point of no return, the Agares that we see now that's nothing but a hollow ball of cruelty and anger. He had been pushed so far the monster brewing inside him was released. Any forms of Agares we've seen prior to this point were now lost in this deep rage.

Oh there's a storm comin' alright....y'all really in for it.

Literally me pretending to not see him comin' if I was asked to guard the gate. Go on right through sir, I ain't gonna stop ya.

That concludes the first half of Agares' origin story, y'all! So far, it's been fucking angsty, and just as we've seen in previous event stories, a bunch of the nobles have been through some kind of traumatic event even as children (Andrealphus being the most memorable so far) and damn like the writers for this stuff are on the same level as me when I start getting into my "lets write the most traumatic ass back story for character growth and have them wonder if I truly love my OCs or not"

So there's three days left as of now for the event, and I'm just wondering how it's all gonna climax or what's going to happen in the end. There are things we know now that we didn't before

🍊Agares is not half angel 🍊Vassago is older than him, and is a leader of a clan(cult) 🍊Agares' dad has fucked off somewhere and left him with an evil stepmother 🍊The angels learn from mistakes, meaning they get more crafty each time the devils find ways to stop them from scheming 🍊Agares did have a soft side to him, it's buried in there beneath all of the trauma. Though it's probably going to be damn near impossible to get that out from him again

I know I don't see too many folks talking much about this event, probably due to being more interested in Asmo's card, or just the "eh" mood of not really being into Niflheim's lore as much as the other nations in Hell. Well either way, I'm over here still trying to do a mental timeline for when all this shit happened in the first place. Lol.

Anyways, thank y'all for sitting through another event react! Stay tuned for the second part here in the next few days. -> Click here for the second part!

[fbfh]

Curiosity is a Wonderful thing ch. 10

wc: 1.8k

genre: slow burn, little angst, childhood best friends to lovers

pairing: slow burn bff!ben x fem daughter of alice!reader, previously audrey x ben, mal x ben???? yikes!

warnings: political lore and descendants world building from yours truly lol, I think that's it??? minor angst???

summary: determined to figure out what's going on with ben, you remember that many paws make light work.

song recs: dirty paws - of monsters and men, hartebeest - yaelokre, a world of my own - kathryn beaumont

a/n: HI HELLO DADDIES HELLO MY DADDIES HI HELLO also I started watching it's always sunny and every goddamn thing out of charlie's mouth is a vocal stim. I can't go more than two seconds without going HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY. LOOK AT ME GIVE ME EYES. COOL YOUR JETS. NOW GET OUTTA HERE. I love him.

ALSO!!!!!!!! happy 23rd b-day to meself!!!! does a little jester dance while I simultaneously give a thumbs down from the king chair, opening a trapped door and throwing my jester self into a deep dark pit full of lions and poorly made iced americanos.

tags @yesv01@magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sunshineangel-reads @dustyinkpages @inejsknifes @tulipmagnoliaisme @ev3ningrain @yokolesbianism lmk if I missed you and I'll add you to the tag list yell at me in the notes /j (also my dearest yokolesbianism!!!!! thank you so fuckin much for the feedback!!!!!! based on your tags I assumed you'd wanna be tagged?? just shoot me an ask or message if this is not the case lol <333)

You haven’t given much thought to anything besides your research since it began, but if you had, you suppose you would notice you’ve been holed up in the library for every hour it’s been open for a few days, at least. Each waking moment has been spent pouring through text after text, desperately seeking anything that could prove useful in answering the question of Ben’s behavior. 

The first few books proved to be utterly useless for anything besides sharpening your researching skills. You slam the most recent book closed and lean back in your chair, letting out a sigh of frustration. As much as you hate to admit it - even to yourself - you must begrudgingly admit that you need help. 

You let out another sigh, and stand up. A good long sigh seems to be your only weapon against the inconsolable frustration burbling within you turmoilously. You stretch your aching legs and arms, hoping your blood hasn’t stopped circulating entirely, and throw the window open. You take in a big, deep breath of spring air. 

The scent of gardenia and hibiscus floats along the breeze and into your chest, and you glance down at the flowering culprits below the window. 

Your mind wanders and races in a blurry stumble. There must be some way for you to get information, to get some extra hands on this without getting anyone else directly involved. You never expected to find yourself facing such a fragile, treacherous situation, much less having to navigate it yourself. Without Ben. 

You rub at your aching head, trying to make heads or snails of all this. Your mind reels in a blurry stupor at the dangerous situation your country has found itself in without even realizing this to be the case. You take another big, deep breath. 

“Alright.” You tell yourself with a note of finality, like perhaps if you say it enough things will be just that. Alright. 

There are two heads to this chimera of a situation you’ve found yourself in. Firstly, you have to figure out how to monitor Ben. His words, his actions, if he suddenly decides to shave his head and run about nude. Whatever it is, you must be the first to know. Perhaps if you find a way to stay on top of whatever his next erratic decisions will be, you can find a way to smooth things over, to fix things before they have a chance to snowball wildly out of control. 

The other thing you must consider - arguably, of more importance - is why? Why is he acting like this? As much as you resist confronting the feeling, you can’t shake the sense that this is some sort of political sabotage. It wouldn’t be the first time Ben was caught in the crossfires of political unrest. There was a very tense 8 days when you were both nearly too young to remember where Ben had been kidnapped by a group of radicalist former henchmen. They were convinced that Chernabog was sending them secret messages, and were responsible for the next villain uprising.

This, of course, was untrue and Ben was returned unscathed. The henchmen were understandably sent to the Isle, and Chernabog’s whereabouts are still unknown. There’s some debate over the nature of his crimes, if he’s truly evil or just appears to be scary. You and your mother know right where you stand on the issue - while he appears terrifying, and has incredible amounts of power, you have yet to find any evidence that he wants to cause harm. 

You understand why Overlandians are so quick to fear what they don’t know, but one cannot control their size nor the strength of their power, so your mother has urged the Auradon government to let sleeping gods lie. Besides, Chernabog hasn’t been around for half a century, and won’t be seen for another half century at least, so it’s really the least of anyone’s worries right now. 

You snap from your train of thought, returning to the matter afoot. You must keep tabs on Ben, and find some explanation for why he could be acting like this. You already have so many bites that are far too big, and you have no clue how you’ll chew your way through this by yourself. You’re about to go back when you see a bluebird sitting on the tree branch outside the window. She preens her feathers, enjoying the warm sunlight dappling through the lush green leaves that partially hide her from view. You lean out of the window, your sleeves rippling in the breeze. 

“Excuse me!” You call out. She chirps inquisitively as you get her attention. 

“I do hate to bother you, but I’m stuck in quite a muddling lurch. It’s all quite convoluted you see, and as much as I hate to admit it, I fear I’ve reached a point where I simply don’t have enough hands to handle it all.”

She quirks her head at you, hopping a little closer and lending an ear as you begin to explain the whole kerfuffle. You try to be as concise and clear as you can, but you take after your mother quite well. You get a little sidetracked here or worked up there, and find yourself rambling a great good deal more than you would have liked to. 

By the time you’re just about through with your explanation, you’ve had to pull out a lacy embroidered handkerchief, then soon after, another one for the bluebird. She’s grown quite invested in your woes, and it feels so good to be able to weep wetly over this with someone who shares your feelings. You try in vain to dry your eyes, and she holds her hankie tightly with her feathers, blowing her beak with a loud noise. 

“So you see, this whole thing is quite unusual. I just don’t know what to do, or how to fix things.” You look at her compassionate face, nodding and chirping in sympathy. 

“Do you think…” You begin, “Do you perhaps have any friends that could keep ears and eyes open for anything odd, or relating to all this? If you could possibly keep an ear to the ground - or sky - and let me know if there’s anything unusual, I would be most grateful.”

She nods, tweeting in agreement before you can even finish your proposal. She fluffs her feathers and wrings out your hankie, sprinkling salty tears onto the walkway below and hangs it up on a  branch to dry out. She salutes you, and you wave at her as she flies off to spread the word. 

“Thank you!” You call after her. She chirps back at you, and you watch her land a few trees over, discussing the topic with some other birds in the branches. You grip the windowsill resolutely. This is good. This was a good plan. Animal communication takes a great deal of work on both ends, so as long as no particularly gossipy stoats or chickadees get a hold of this, you’ll be alright. 

Besides, animals generally tend to prefer gossiping with other animals rather than humans. Overlandians never seem to understand the gravitas of the social politics of the forest. Despite the word traveling fast, you can’t shake the feeling you need more. More eyes, more ears, more furry feet and paws and claws spreading the word. You straighten up abruptly, returning to your table. You scribble a hasty note on a piece of paper, and prop it up against your stacks and stacks of useless - in this instance, anyway - books. 

gone for tea, be back in three 

You’re known for ducking in and out for tea now and again, and you’re sure this will come as no surprise to the librarians. You rush down the steps and out of the library, into the grassy courtyard. It feels like forever since you’ve been outside, and you miss leisurely strolls and reading in the dappled sunlight. But regrettably, now is simply not the time for leisure. You walk around for a few minutes, searching and looking until you see a cat lying on a garden wall, bathing in the sun. 

 “I beg your pardon,” you start, and the cat opens one sleepy eye. You take a breath and begin explaining the situation all over again. You’re pleased to find a little bit of the sting is gone this time. Just a little. Soon you have his full attention, and his tail flicks in sympathetic irritation for you, for having gone through all this. 

“So if you could spread the word to some friends, keep me informed on anything you think might prove useful” You ask hopefully. 

He pretends to consider for a moment, then agrees, hopping down from the wall and arching his back in a big stretch. He scurries off to spread the word as you make your way into the gardens for similar reasons. You traipse through the hedge maze, feeling a momentary solace in becoming lost so quickly. Soon you find just what you’re looking for, and after a similar conversation with a mother rabbit, you allow yourself to return to the library. 

You return to your research with more gumption than you had had before. You feel a sense of reassurance - a much needed one, at that - that all these kind animals and their friends and relations had agreed to help you and your cause. Soon after, nearly every cat and rabbit are doing reconnaissance for you. Dozens of bluebirds follow students and linger by windows in hopes of overhearing something useful. With all these ears to the ground and sky, you lose yourself in your fruitless research once again. 

When the words begin to look jumbled and meaningless (and not in the good way) you know you absolutely must call it a day. You close your books and place them neatly in the return cart, scratching out titles from your list of Potentially Helpful Books in your journal. More and more pages have become dedicated to this heart aching mystery, though you have few clues, and fewer leads. You ruminate on this as you begin to head for your dorm, nearly tripping over a speckled rabbit. 

He thumps his foot loudly to get your attention, and you startle. “Oh, hello,” you say apologetically, crouching down to speak with him. You listen intently to what he tells you, your stomach dropping in the early evening light. 

Ben and Mal are on a date at the enchanted lake as you speak. 

[kuuchaos]

I hope it’s alright if I throw my two pence in for Nexus’ treatment. I don’t really have anyone I can talk to about this and I just want to get something off my chest that’s been bothering me.

I don’t get why they (writers and characters in the show) kept trying to write off his grief and obsession. I mean, how many times has someone come back? Eclipse himself has come back… is it three times now? More? I lost count, and that really shouldn’t be said for something like resurrection. NewMoon has SEEN Eclipse come back. It isn’t far fetched or a reach to think, and hope, and work towards trying to bring your best friend back when someone who has been an enemy gets second and third chances. Solar didn’t deserve to be perma-erased, NewMoon/Nexus didn’t deserve the abuse, neglect, and vilification, and I’m just tired of people brushing Nexus’ grief away.

I’m glad you understand, and I’m so glad for your backstage AU. Give the poor boys the love and healing they deserve. <3 Keep being awesome and thanks for healing not only the boys, but also us fans.

Thank you, I full-heartedly agree with you on this.

Yes, Nexus did horrible things by pushing everyone away and by threatening Earth, I'm not saying he is flawless. But I'm saying he was clearly not acting like himself.

I'm currently watching some of the lore episodes to kinda catch on where things were starting to roll downhill, and so far I still see no reason for the family to treat Nexus like they did.

Nexus has never lost anyone close to him before. His best friend died in his arms and his first thought was to bring him back. He is frustrated and angry at himself, because he can't. He can't meet the expectations he has for himself. He is grieving for someone who was very close to him. He is hurting.

He talks with Old Moon, who feeds even more to this feeling of failure he has for himself. He feels like he has failed on everything: he isn't good enough to fill in Moon's shoes, because he can't figure out a way to being Solar back. He isn't good enough at the only thing Old Moon had wished him to do; to protect his family. He couldn't protect Solar.

And then, after he's giving up hope, having a couple of easier days with his grief, he spirals back and starts having hallucinations. He no longer knows what is real, what he is supposed to do, and it is driving him mad.

He becomes obsessive to fix his mistakes, fix himself, just to prove HIMSELF he is good enough. He is quite literally going into psychosis.

He knows something is wrong with him (and I try to emphasize this in my AU as well). But he has no tools to fix himself, as the deep, dark thoughts just keep taking more and more over his mind.

He drives everyone away because he either a) knows himself to be dangerous in the verge of this psychosis, or b) tries to still play the role as the "head" of the family, because that's the role he has been so hard trying to fill. And by that he is trying to solve the problems himself, because he feels like he is supposed to.

What I simply don't understand is that the whole family seemed to disown and abandon him after what he said to Earth (I have to watch that episode to know what exactly happened) but even I don't genuinely understand why it was such a big deal when over the half of the characters have been in each other's throats spitting death threats...

I feel like especially Earth, who keeps insisting being the family therapist, should've seen that Nexus was mentally very unwell at that moment.

Then they just lock him in a cell... They could probably see how broken he was in there. Barely no one visited. He was just alone, with his worst enemy - his own head.

Wasn't Sun also locked in a box by Old Moon at some point when Sun wasn't feeling mentally well? How did he not have any empathy for Nexus and basically just did the same?

I'm still theorising Evil Sun has been manipulating Nexus for a long time. And it is evident in the Backstage AU too. The brainfog, not feeling quite himself, the pressuring feeling of something being wrong, not being able to figure out what's real and what's not...

We're gonna fix that. Give Nexus a life he deserves... Even if it starts with Sunset's manipulation...

[snoozequest]

huge oc lore dump bleeh

so my dandys oc thing is just stuff i made up when i started playing the game LOL like explanations for the runs, characters, mechanics etc

gardenview has been long abandoned after its closing and the society knows about the toons and everything. they live like normal poeple and are out and about, but the fascility still stays. crumbling. some say strange creatures crawl inside.

deep at night the place seemingly comes to life and groups of poeple venture down into its depths down the dingy elevator. those are extraction groups of illegaly (well, not entirely, gardenview isnt owned by anyone but still) employed by people who wants variety of things from gardenview. maybe the leftovers of the now illegal ichor, research, merch or simply see the place.

most of those groups are made up of those who once lived closed behind its walls. maybe they too want the same things as their employers or something personal drags them down to the deep.

our group (well mine but bear with me im playing storyteller here) is one employed by dandy himself. the once lead star of the show means nothing to the world and now simply sits as a pretty-much conartist and scammer. he works side-by-side with vee who helps him ensure the group is somewhat safe (elevator properly working, electricity not killing them outright, etc)

the group is made up of: looey (main distractor, longest in the team), sprout (backup, healer, sort of leader of the group), cocoa (extractor, support), yatta (extractor, newest addition to the group) and astro (extractor, support).

my main selling point of this universe type thing i guess is that the twisteds are prototypes of the "proper" toons. theyre old and scrapped designs or simply tests on how ichor worked. they were kept around and not outright disposed of as a sort of "ichor bank", easier to store rather than vials. most of the time they werent made to be the "final" or even stable enough. now with the place abandoned and empty they roam about corrupted by the ichor inside them.

the team has a hard rule against harming them as they all see them as living beings who will meet an untimely end anyway (other teams dont see it that way but thats a story for another day). but not yatta.

she, as the newest addition to the team, doesnt have the same perspective and doesnt know a lot of this stuff as the rest , thus she sees the twisteds as the same as her - equals. she sees them and doesnt think of them as pitiful things, she sees them and thinks 'that could be me'.

overall she gets pretty traumatized. whether it be by overall stress of things or the tragedies that happen in the team when dangerous twisteds are around.

yatta's also in the team bc shes searching for her best friend looey. well, not searching, but it became that way after yatta found out that the team looey isnt "her" looey. hes a prototype. and if the "real" looey isnt anywhere on the surface hes got to be somewhere down there. better get to him quick.

the whole kind of "story" would revolve around yatta's experience in the team and her struggles with identity and the twisteds. some gardenview lore sprinkled in.

the team looey is just the looey vintage skin LOL but his story is that he was almost the 'final' design, thats why he was able to stay uncorrupted for so long and well. looks actually normal. he was supposed to be a balloon dog mime (thus his b&w coloring) but was scrapped at the last minute and his design was split into the 'real' looey and blot.

ig reading this youd think "woah i wonder how he feels about the twisteds and why he came back to such a painful place for him anyway !" and to answer you that well sorry i dont know yet LOOOOOOL he definetly feels fucked up about it. maybe a little superior that he was one of the prototypes to be made in such a stable way and make it out of there. in fact he feels guilty about that but lets not talk about that.

the rest dont feel superior to them they more of.. realise that the twisteds are pretty much animalistic to slightly concious creatures who will die if not for the ichor supporting them. its more of pity and respect for the life there.

oh besides proper lore the toons (and looey) outside garden view have their own little lives. sprout runs a flowershop, vee.. something idk shes still on her feet popularity wise tho, aaaand idk about the rest LOL but they live normally

(theres definetly some more drawings in my sketchbook but i dont feel like grabbing it.)

[cookie-arts]

OC Introduction: Elyssabeth Alcyone

Template by @pearlwhitecats

"Me? Mad...? So what if I'm mad? All the best people are too, you know?"

Personality:

She have a calm and composed personality and gives off a mature and standoffish vibe for her age. But beneath this mask lays a warm, innocent and curious character.

She is the leader figure of the Ramshackle Dorm. Her leadership skills were formed during her term as the Student Council President of RAD. As the Ramshackle Dorm prefect, she is a bit strict but also compassionate towards her dorm mates.

She is quite protective of her dorm mates and her close friends, using her skills to ensure their safety especially when it comes to overblots.

She have a flirty and teasing side to her, but this facet of hers only appear when she's around people she considers close enough with her.

But on the flip side, a manic and crazed persona comes out whenever she's very engaged in a fight, not stopping until she's satisfied. This is the reason why she tries her best to resolve an issue with diplomacy.

Character Lore tidbits:

She is a half-demon, half-human!

She is the daughter of my OM MC Margarette Camellia, and Lucifer.

She has a twin brother named Eris Alexander. She is the older twin.

She is the Avatar of Madness. With her twin brother, they bear the moniker "The Harbinger of Madness and Chaos".

Her special ability "Mental Corruption" lets her dive into a person's mindscape and use it to her advantage to create a vision/illusion disturbing enough to make that person crazy, although it does take a lot of time for it to fully take effect. A lot of effort is needed to properly control this ability, otherwise it would affect the ability bearer themself.

When out of control, Mental Corruption can affect anyone within a 6 kilometer radius from the ability bearer. Until the ability bearer regains their control over it, the affected people will hallucinate and see disturbing illusions powerful enough to push them to the brink of insanity. It is important to note that it is hard to dispel an illusion created by Mental Corruption and even powerful mages/sorcerers have trouble dispelling it unless they have a deep understanding of the ability.

Her being a halfling has caused some... issues when she was a child. She had trouble controlling her ability and was subjected to torturous nightmares.

The brooch pin she's wearing is charmed to reduce the nightmares she's having and for her to have better control over her ability. But she liked it so much that she kept wearing it even though she can perfectly control her ability now.

Her control over her ability weakens when she's: a.) Terribly sick, and b.) Experiencing strong emotional distress.

She has a hellfire fox familiar named Rouge.

She can summon a magic sword called the "Blade of the Falling Star". She calls it Vega for short.

She is the Student Council President of RAD, and was elected when she was a freshman (16 years old). She takes her role very seriously. Her vice president is her twin brother.

Facts about her:

She likes gardening because she finds plants soothing. The same can be said for the sea.

She likes sweets and is capable of making them. Sometimes, she joins Trey when he bakes. They share recipes with each other.

She is a HUGE bookworm and is a bit irritated when she's interrupted from her reading.

She can play the piano and sing.

Her best subjects are: Potionology and Practical Magic.

Her best subjects in RAD are: Curses and Hexes, Magical Potions, and Devildom Law.

She's not a morning person. This is because of her binge reading habit causing her to stay up late at night.

Her favorite flower is the Chinese hibiscus.

She hates being alone in a room with nothing to do.

She likes teasing Riddle and has a soft spot for him.

She considers Grim a massive headache but also has a soft spot for him.

She's close with the tweels. She says they remind her of her twin brother.

She spars with Silver and Sebek occasionally.

She dislikes the headmage and has openly shown her disdain towards him in multiple occasions. She may or may not have threatened him using Vega or Rouge at some point. Despite that, she does respect him as the administrator of the school.

She dislikes raisins because it leaves a distasteful aftertaste in her mouth.

She is talented at strategy games.

Her love language is Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

She may seem extroverted but she's actually an introvert.

She uses the moniker Morningstar as her surname on documents.

She does the dorm's budgeting (there's not much to budget though).

Her dream occupation is to become a lawyer.

Final Thoughts/Character Development Facts:

Her character was formed for the first time when I created the unfinished Timeskip AU that is still stuck in my notes.

Her name at that point was not Elyssabeth Alcyone but Luna Clementine Alcyone. But her name is too long so I changed it :)

I was fixated on Greek mythology at the time so I based her on Lyssa. I think it's quite neat to have a prim and proper-looking gal only to discover that she's batshit insane on the inside.

But what if she is also quite protective of her friends so much so that she is willing to do anything to keep them from harm, even if the danger is herself?

She's originally an OM character, so how did she became my TWST MC?

Well, it's simple, really. I got lazy to think of a name to use when I played TWST so I used one of my existing OCs as my character in TWST lol.

Then I fell into a little rabbit hole and kinda tweaked her information to better fit the narrative.

In the original narrative I created, she and her brother were the ones who got transported to Twisted Wonderland. But if that happened, then no one will be left to manage RAD's student council, so I scrapped the idea.

But I don't like the idea that she's alone in Ramshackle Dorm with just Grim, so I created two more characters as her companions (their character sheets will be posted later on).

For her love interest, I chose Riddle. At first, she disliked him due to his tyrannical attitude. But after she discovers his past, she can't help but relate to him a little, as she too has been subjected to pressure from people around her due to her being the Avatar of Pride's daughter.

After he overblotted, they've gotten closer to each other. They still clash with their beliefs sometimes but they've learned how to compromise.

She's aware of her fondness towards the Heartslabyul housewarden, but she hasn't told him about it due to... certain reasons. She likes teasing him with it though (like how Ikevamp Arthur is with the MC in his route).

I've always liked the trope where two characters have some similar experiences but those experiences have different effects on them, so it kinda manifested here lol.

Gallery:

In-game sprite:

Picrew link

I kinda like this picrew of hers, although it's not as accurate as her character design.

NRC Uniform:

I don't have a nontransparent background drawing of her, so if you activated Tumblr's dark mode, you might not be able to see the lines.

Dorm Uniform (Dorm Prefect/Housewarden):

Demon Form:

Casual Outfit:

RAD Uniform:

(sorry for the low quality ;w;)

That's it for her introduction! Thank you for reading till the end :D

[jourquet]

for the 'get to know your fic writer' prompt — 3, 17, 43, & 56 🫶🏼

GET TO KNOW YOUR FIC WRITER PROMPT

3. describe the creative process if writing a chapter/fanfic

usually, i base it on the franchise's genre. for example a halo fanfic, i would follow science-fiction rules about writing the fanfic. such as long chapters, complex or expanded lore, military, politics, and so on.

i'll use maybe half a year studying the plot, characters, and lore. and game it myself if possible. just take my time to reflecting on how i interpret everything.

first at the third stage, i begin to talk to other people in fandon, read others fanfics and headcanons etc. without the groundwork, a proper fanfic can't be written. my spn fanfic readers knows this better than anyone.

i tend to mix half plotting and half pantsing the story with the three main plot not changing. the characters have normally free reign, i do not chain them down as long they get from plot point A to B.

17. what do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

i take a break from writing entirely. indulge in some other fanfics either in same fandom or others. sometimes i play games on my ps5. or watch documentaries, read books (usually classics), manga, cartoons or draw.

i sometimes take fanfics breaks by roleplaying online instead. that way, my writing skills remain sharp.

other times, i go on hikes or travels IRL. or go to the cinema, to the mall to buy stuff or just eat at Baker Brun (mini baker place).

i don't force my writing, ever. that only makes my block worse. i like to write out of habit; that's why i'm dependable about it when i've the energy capacity for it.

43. do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

i do enjoy hurting my characters. i wouldn't have been known as 'the evil writer' without reason. though, for me, is more of a catharsis than actually sadistic enjoyment, because they reflect my own struggles most readers wouldn't pick up on unless i told them about it.

is for a reason my headcanons are rarely, if any, self-inserts. i like to stick to as close to canon as i possibly can. and if that means i've to write scenes the whole fandom will witch hunt me for, i'll. because i write my fanfics to be AS IF THEY WERE ACTUAL CANON from an outsider.

56. what’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

that my readers never in my full life of being a fanfic writer, have complained of my canon characters being ooc. that i've great unique concepts which i actually pull off and do my own research on (though, i still daydream of the day i get to have my own beta readers), and that i've no issue taking criticism about my writing and correct where necessary. only from trusted writer friends and readers, ONLY, however.

that my first two fanfics are completed with 50+ chapters. one of them with 13K reads on wattpad too. 🤍

the praise i've gotten from multiple native speakers over the years, that they could've never guessed i was not american or british because i write well enough to be considered as one of them. this means a lot to me, considering i'm mostly self-taught in english. used so many years reading books far above my age range not understanding anything, and barely passing my english grades. the constant judgement i got for not knowing how to write "i'm" or "you're". to now people sometimes asking me if i live in new york, texas, or london. 🥺 for most of my childhood most of the psychologists believed i had dyslexia too (i never did, i just learned to read by complete/recognize words instead of letter for letter, which was greek to me).

also that i combine my knowledge in classic books and the fact i understand many languages into my writing. it creates an unique writing no AI could ever dream about mimicking. is hard; but i always go the extra mile of deep research. my fanfics are meant to be read for anyone outside it too. and all the extra hours i spend just doing research so the characters feel like real human beings. it's worth it in the end.

and that through all my hardships, i found solace in my writing. i don't know who i would be without it. i found friends, i found community, i found people who genuinely care about me. all because i chose that one night on the plane trip from the US to norway, to learn english. i still have the book i read on that plane trip too ... that propelled to where i'm today in skills.

thank you, all my friends over the years. thank you, all my readers who has stuck by and never lost faith in me. thank you for everything. 🤍

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 3/?

Pt. 1 / / pt. 2

A/n: cannot believe we made it to pt. 3 I’m sksksksksk,,,, they finally get together! Pt 4/5 will b them all together and adjusting and then it’ll b readers bday so 👀👀

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

Warnings: swearing, omegaverse, mad pining, Katsuki get exposed for going to therapy lmao, Izuku is kinda a shithead, Katsuki b mad insecure, reader is still dumb- everyone except for Izuku is bad at feelings

The two of you had gotten sidetracked, really quickly, it wasn’t even twenty minutes before you were putting a horror video on the tv. That was almost an hour ago, and you were about to doze off now, laying on your back with your head on the arm rest, Izuku right on top of you with his head tucked under your chin. You didn’t know how you got into this position, but you weren’t complaining, it was… nice. Perfect, almost, but something still felt like it was missi-

“Y/n- why the fuck are our stupid friends asking me about your new- Deku?” Katsuki burst through the door, already yelling, and his scent took on a burnt tinge that almost had you gagging when he slammed the door behind him.

“Kacchan! I didn’t realise you were Y/n’s roommate!” Izuku perked up almost immediately, sitting up so he was straddling you with his eyes fixed right on Katsuki.

“Wait, you two know each other-“ You tried to sit up, barely managing to turn your head to see Katsuki, Izuku was stronger than he looked, and he obviously didn’t want you moving-

“Yeah we go way back, childhood friends, right Kacchan?” Izuku’s tone was light, but you couldn’t see the feral look on his face from where you were trapped on the couch.

“Right… that doesn’t explain what the fuck you’re doing here, Deku.” Katsuki snarled, and Izuku giggled at the blonde. What the fuck kinda thing were you stuck in the middle of-

“What does it look like, Kacchan? We’re courting now! And Y/n’s already been such a good alpha, I’m surprised you didn’t ask them-“

“What does he mean you’re courting?” Katsuki’s tone was something you’d never heard before, and your heart twinged at it. “Get the fuck off of them Deku.” He walked closer to the couch, until he could grab onto your arm and haul you off, Izuku sliding back to the couch and pouting.

“He asked me on the way home and I accepted-“ Katsuki’s heart sank, he’d been too late? “I didn’t think you’d care, aren’t you courting Kiri?” Your scent was far too comforting, and the way it accompanied Izuku’s had Katsuki feeling something he definitely didn’t want to. Deku was a stalker! A creepy little nothing stalker! With great hair- no! And you looked so cute when you were confused like this-!

“Katsuki, are you okay?” You waved your hand in front of his face, and the blonde only let out another snarl. What if you found out about what he’d done to Deku, you’d never look at him the same, and from the way Deku was smirking the bastard knew it too.

“Whatever- I’m fucking going to bed.” Katsuki pushed past you, and you could only gawk as he disappeared down the hall and into his room.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, you were meant to be with him, it had been the two of you for years! Why were you such a fucking idiot! Katsuki was fuming even as he hugged the pillow he’d stolen from your room, how dare Deku come back and steal you! Still, the nagging thought that coming back to the two of you… had felt like home wouldn’t get out of his head and it was only making him angrier.

“Katsuki? Izuku went back to his apartment, do you have any requests for dinner?” Your voice floated through his door and Katsuki opened his mouth to respond on instinct. No, if you wanted to be with Deku so badly you clearly didn’t care about him, and so he would stop caring about you.

“Katsuki? Please come out, I don’t understand why you’re upset but I want to.” You tried to keep the desperate tone out of your voice. It didn’t work, and Katsuki was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself crooning in an attempt to calm you down.

“Okay… I’ll uh, just be in my room if you want to talk.”

This was getting out of hand, it was like you were living with a ghost. It had been three days of Katsuki ignoring you, three days of no contact whatsoever, and even though you had Izuku, and he was just… amazing, it still felt like something was missing. You actually didn’t think you’d gone this long without talking to Katsuki in- well since the two of you had met. But, it was finally the weekend, you’d have to run into him at some point, and then you could finally talk, even if he didn’t feel like it.

You were pulled into Izuku’s apartment before you could even knock, the omega giving you a deep kiss before quickly tugging you into a hug and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland.

“I missed you, Y/n! What took so long?” Izuku only pulled away when he couldn’t smell anything except you, and pride filled him when he saw you were wearing his sweater.

“Sorry Bub, I was trying to get Katsuki to talk to me but he’s still giving me the silent treatment.” You shrugged as he walked you over to the couch, something already playing in the background, and Izuku pushed you down without hesitation. You let the omega position you how he wanted, wasting no time wrapping your arms around him once Izuku settled down next to you with his head on your chest and your legs tangled together.

“You know… it does seem like he likes you, maybe you could suggest a triad? I know I wouldn’t object.” Izuku’s tone was so nonchalant you’d expected him to ask what you wanted to watch, not suggest bringing Katsuki into the relationship.

“You’d be okay with that? Really?” You hadn’t even considered that, you felt kinda stupid, honestly. Why hadn’t you- oh, right.

“I think he’s courting someone else, actually, I’m sure that’s why he’s being so weird.” You pushed any hope you had down when you remembered how much time Katsuki actually spent with Kirishima, and how close they seemed to be.

“If you say so, but I wouldn’t write the idea off, Kacchan’s always been good with surprises.” Izuku shifted to press a kiss to your scent gland, before he grabbed the remote and returned his attention to putting on a show.

It was Sunday, you hadn’t seen your roommate all weekend, this really wasn’t going how you planned. A sigh left you as you pushed open the door to your apartment, you’d been with Izuku for most of the day, and you were so, so ready to just go to sleep. You’d been exhausted for the last few days, and Denki kept commenting about how snappy you were and asking why your scent was ‘so weird man’ when the three of you had met for lunch. It was sweet how much they cared, but annoying as fuck nonetheless. You were wide awake outside your door though, almost missing the sweet caramel smell that leaked out until you had your hand on the handle. Your room didn’t usually smell like that, not unless-

“Katsuki-? What’s going on?” You pushed open the door to a very, very startled Katsuki, like a deer in headlights, really, and your confusion only grew when he was holding onto an armful of your clothes. “You could have just asked if you wanted something for your nest, but isn’t Kiri helping with that?” You closed the door behind you, and Katsuki’s eyes darted from you to the door. Fuck, you weren’t supposed to be home for another twenty minutes, you’d usually spend at least two hours at Deku’s place, why the fuck had you come back so early? Katsuki clutched the clothes tighter against his chest as neither of you spoke, you really still thought he was with shitty hair when all he really wanted was you?

“Katsuki? This is ridiculous- what’s going on with you? Why won’t you talk to me?” You stepped forward and Katsuki growled when you got within a foot of him, the sound setting you on edge and making you release a growl of your own on instinct.

“We’re gonna talk about this, I’m not letting you ignore me anymore, it sucks! It feels like there’s a piece of me missing-!” You stepped forward with every word, flinching at yourself when you heard your voice crack at the end.

“What does any of that matter? You have Deku now, the two of you are perfect together, you don’t need me anymore!” Katsuki yelled back, everything that happened the last day and the confused puddle that the state his feelings were in finally bubbling over. It was too much, he’d barely seen you and now here you were, reeking of Deku of all people, and accusing him of liking someone else.

“How could you say that? I need you, Katsuki-! I always need you! These last few days have been hell without you! It’s bad enough I have to deal with you courting Kiri, but now you don’t even talk to me and I don’t understand what’s going on!” Tears kept welling up in your eyes, and Katsuki dropped the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands balling into fists by his side.

“Because I don’t know- I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling!” Katsuki’s voice broke, and you barely had time to open your mouth before he continued. “I thought that we- that we were set in stone, and then I come back to you and fucking Deku on the couch and fuck that hurt! But it fucking- it fucking felt like home, and all I wanted to do was join you and I don’t understand why!” He turned around to wipe his eyes, and your jaw hit the floor as you tried to process. He wasn’t… courting Kiri…?

“You’re such an idiot- you couldn’t just tell me this?” Exasperated didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.

“How could I say anything? I was horrible to Deku in school because I couldn’t deal with my feelings, why would either of you want to be with me after how awful I’ve been?” There was no anger in Katsuki’s tone anymore, and the guilty scent he was putting out was just putting you on edge.

“You regret it though, don’t you? And I know you’ve worked really hard to be better, and you even go to therapy now-“ Katsuki snarled at the last part, he hated whenever you brought up therapy, but at least you weren’t yelling.

“We actually talked it over and… Izuku and I both like the idea of a triad with- well with you, if you wanted.” You reached out to grab Katsuki’s shoulder, though he refused to look you in the eye when you turned him to face you. You had to be lying, you had to, you couldn’t mean that and he didn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing.

“Katsuki, you gotta talk to me, I can’t read your mind.” Your cards were all out on the table now, and your anxious scent was a dead giveaway to your feelings. What if you’d ruined everything? What if you’d gotten everything wrong- you were never good at guessing-

“You’re being serious? This isn’t some kind of payback?�� Red eyes finally met yours and you could only nod, you still got caught of guard by how pretty he was. “Okay, I’ll join your shitty fucking triad.”

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[frostbite-the-bat]

Part 2/3 of art of this guy, the more detailed/lore/serious drawings!

Rambling about their lore below the cut - it also describes who/what they are better! Just a quick warning for some b/dy horror mentions and all that.

Please remember they have no name yet as I struggle really badly with naming my characters

WILL CONTAIN TYPOS I AM WRITING THIS AT 3:30 AM!! I also did a word count at the time of me writing this it's gotten past 2k words

Well, I will not go into a deep explanation about my Swatchling mask headcanons and how they work. Read my #swatchling hcs tag or ask me directly, because if you are reading this I will assume you are knowledgeable about it already to save me some time here. I will ramble about things I believe I have not explained publically yet, though. So look for blue text if you want to go straight to reading SPECIFICALLY about this OC. You might not have some small context, but yeah. Just saying I write all over the place, so... Y e a h.

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Well, with there being an official Swatchling mask market by Swatchlings FOR Swatchlings started by Swatchlings who know how to make their own "fake" masks without the need of it being from a real Swatchling who is expecting chicks soon. Made for those who need an extra mask for multiple chicks if they had them, or if their horn mask didn't grow enough. They also serve a purpose to help aid Swatchlings to get a specific job - this also alters their appearance so many Swatchlings like the butlers look similar if not identical.

Well... With an official market, of course, there's an illegal one. These are legitimately dangerous, as hacking masks is difficult and is NOT allowed. Most of the time, these end up being corrupted, and even easily detectable by developed detectors. If you are detected with a hacked Swatchling "mask"/the data that comes with it you are in trouble as that means you did something illegal.

Other compatible species, like the Addisons and the Plugboys are also rarely seen in their transformed, "masked" forms. They can obtain them legally through friends who are Swatchlings. They can apply these masks even as adults, even if a bit awkward since they are VERY TINY suited to fit a baby Swatchling. Some parents grab extra masks for their young to grant them the good things that come with it.

-The data, since the mask is literally an installer

-The stronger, transformed body

There are discussions about this, though, if it's morally right to give a non-Swatchling who could've have had a different purpose in life a specific datapack mask. Stripping them of their choice. If it's a "normal" mask then there is more wiggle-room. But some still see it as a bit cruel to give a kid a mask at such a young age. Since it isn't normal for them unlike Swatchlings. Their bodies aren't built for it.

Even a specific datapack Swatchling can learn to do something else than what they were given the data for. It is a bit harder, yes, but they can. For a masked non-Swatchling it is going to be HARD.

A bit easier for Addisons and Plugboys, who are close enough to Swatchlings that they are decently compatible. The most common masked types. (Tasque Manager is a masked Plugboy!! Amazing HC FOR my HC by gatorbeast, I love it so much I'm including it in my HCs as canon.)

Other species, if given a mask... They may have issues.

Keep in mind, it becomes your face. It downloads information into you. It's not just a mask you can take off. Once it is on, it's permament. The masks were not made for other Species, so if you take one it is a risk. However, it basically being free knowledge/ability to learn/strength... Is very appealing to many. So there is a market for this.

There are more reliable ones. Buying masks from Swatchlings who bought them legally, and then reselling them to non-Swatchlings. Forgot to mention, an adult Swatchling cannot attach a mask to itself, but adults of other species can. Adult non-masked Swatchlings have a specific code that stops the mask from downloading any new data, which baby Swatchlings and other species lack.

There are also the less reliable ones. The ones which have been taken away and "hacked" with too good to be true abilities and knowledge. Even many Swatchlings do not know how to "hack" a mask. This often leaves them flawed, or even worse - badly corrupted.

Only a truly desperate fool would go this low to fall for this.

Well, that's the story of this fella right here. (Edit blue text here later </3)

He was an Addison like any other. The one thing I have not thought up fully yet, was what they sold/specialized in. But chances are they sold art supplies and such, and theater related things which they were very interested in. Big fan of movies and musicals and all things theater.

Well, they did quite well. Maybe not as well as some others, but still pretty well. That still wasn't enough for them. They wanted more. They tried VERY hard at trying to be even more successful and selling more, but it never worked. They had some friends who were involved with the darker corners of the Cyber City, which were filled with crime. (Basically an equalivant for the dark and even the deep web. With their illegal sales and such.)

He also knew of masked Addisons and all that already, but he absolutely could not afford a reliable mask. Plus, he was a little scared of what he'd tell the others if he did get one.

But the constant promises of instant success... More knowledge... In a specific field, if he wanted to... With little to no effort (other than the price) ... Amazing.

He had no Swatchling friends so he had to look elsewhere. It wasn't his only thing on his mind. He had other things to deal with. However, that quickly changed when he saw Spamton rise to the top. He migh've not known him in person, but words spread fast. And Addisons are definitely going to have a slightly different opinion to someone of their own kind becoming famous like he has.

Well... He was mad. He was jealous. How can THIS lousy little jerk get all of this? He didn't work for it at all! I deserve this more! I work so hard everyday!! (Not wanting to admit they want to do the same through the Swatchling mask. Easy success with no effort. This guy is a very hypocritical asshole.)

They projected their anger and jealousy onto Spamton. I still haven't decided if they ever knew him personally before, but if they did this justifies their anger a little bit more. It is still fairly nonsensical anger, but it'd make more sense why they'd target Spamton specifically.

Shortly before Spamton's downfall, they snapped at Spamton's (still VERY high fame and success). They were done of seeing his face everywhere. People talking about him. Seeing his products... He was tired of this. His own sales were going down so he was done.

He finally decided to get a mask, and out of sheer impulse and strong reactions, he did not care much for what he got. He was desperate. He was going to become GREATER than any other Addison he knows. He bought a mask advertised to be fairly cheap, but with a high amount of knowledge. A hacked one. He took it and didn't put it on right away.

They walked away from the person they bought it from, into a more populated, safer area of the city. They were going to put it on at home. (Which is a bit awkward, the mask is tiny.. The first thing it has to do is expand fast so it can attach easier.)

But... They got imaptient. They wanted to show off how great they are. Well... They weren't very educated on how the mask installation process works.

They put it on while walking through some street shortcuts where not so many people pass by. Mostly just some Addisons as it leads to a very populated shopping area - all mostly being Addisons, of course.

Immediately they pass out, since that is what the mask does. Usually to stop you from feeling pain if there is any, and to ensure things go safe - like it being stripped off which would cancel the process which... Leads to very, very unpleasant results.

It being corrupted, his transformation and installation was...Unpleasant to say the least. He was on the floor, visibly glitching out. But not only that, the corruption also caused black ooze Swatchlings have to ooze out of him. An Addison friend who knew them passed by and freaked the FUCK out. Seeing the mask attaching itself, they do the most forbidden thing (to Swatchlings) they could do. Attempt to take it off. They pull on it and it SNAPS off partially.

It wakes the transforming Addison up. He immediatelly feels the pain, and his body glitches out more, the corruption taking over his body, while being confused wheher it's being cancelled or not. He probably got a few electrical shocks from it, too. His body was already turning into a more charcteristically Addison Swatchling one, ahe he pulled away the other Addison and put the mask back on.

He needed this to be complete. He was realizing how painful it is, and that he fucked up, but... He needed more. There is no going back.

The mask being momentarily taken off, and them using one of their hands to pull the other Addison away and put it back on (causing them to pass out again) made them turn incorrectly. Making one of their arms WAY BIGGER compared to the other one. Also their split face thing, and the fact their face is *usually* stuck in a smiling expression on one part, no matter how they feel. The Addison is scared as HELL so they run away from him, since they were scared this corruption was contagous and that they could hurt them.

When their installation is complete, they are horrified of themselves. They know they fucked up. They know they are wrong. But... They feel more powerful. Even if they are now corrupted, forever (both physically and mentally) they did not care. They didn't want to admit being wrong. Only losers do that.

Still, they were aware that... Well. Their new appearance may scare people away, so they went into hiding. He now resides in the dark Cyber City, still going out to lurk in the less populated parts of the surface Cyber City on occasion. They made up a new cover-up name... They were almost unrecognizeable, so they wanted a new name for at least a while. If anyone was looking for them, new people they meet wont be able to report them by recognizing the name. Now, they use both names, giving their real name to people they trust.

They know how badly masks fucked them over but... They became a part of the business. It is almost like they want to corrupt more people out of spite. Blaming everyone else for what they are now. Everyone but themselves.

Especially Spamton. He has never done anything to them, but they despise him even MORE. They blame Spamton for making them snap and causing this to themselves.

Eventually, Spamton had his own downfall which they noticed and learned about. They know how he ended up. They both laugh at him for his failure, saying he got what he deserved. But also comparing their own pain to his, making it a fucked up contest of who suffered more.

He claims he suffered more than Spamton, that he is more corrupted, to make himself the "poor little guy" in the situation. While... At the same time, they also bask that they're more successful than him. They make occasional sales, and they know some people. Maybe not as a close friend which they DEFINITELY need, but they aren't completely alone.

Of course, they aren't thinking of this 24/7 but when reminded they will get angry. If they ever saw Spamton in person, hoo man things would not go well. Good thing both of these hide in their own trash areas.

Anyways, they also have a temper. A pretty bad one. They WILL lash out violently and use their strength against you. Who would've known having one giant arm would give you a powerful advantage? Well.. And some unbalance and a slouch, but that doesnt stop him.

He WILL physically scare people into sales. If you aren't scared by his face and appearance alone, if you try to leave his shop without buying anything he will MAKE you. He'll rise from his seat and puff up his hair to be more intimidating. If that does not work he will literally not be scared to beat you up or threaten to. If he threatens he is being nice that day.

He has... A lot of issues. His biggest one obviously being his anger, projecting, jealousy and the fact he is unable to accept himself as being wrong. Making someone responsible for his suffering is the only way he keeps himself up. Getting corrupted screwed over his thinking somewhat as well, so that does not help.

They also have their own speech quirks, both if they had a voice and as possible in-game dialogue. Their text would be very glitchy and corrupted. Often repeating words, some words missing, using different fonts, text going out of bounds, random glitching and even zalgo-esk corruption. Him becoming more Swatchling-like seemed to have phased out his Addison urge to advestise constnatly. It is still very much there, but it hs been mellowed out. This explains why his speech is different to Spamton. They are both corrupted in different ways, too.

There is little helping this guy, but if someone has the patience with him and guide him better he might start getting better and let go of some things. But with how violent he is and how he often denies and lies that something is wrong with him... It's going to be a very hard task. Don't count on it.

Bro I am so tired writing this. Hyperfixation poppng off but I am going to pass out so bad the second I stop writing it's almost 4 am.

ANWAYS ONTO RANDOM FACTS as you can see my seriousness is fading out as chaos enters my body once more

Erhem.

His face leaks the same goo I mentioned earlier. When calm, it leaks less or not at all. When mad, crying or upset in some way, it leaks more. The stronger the emotion is (usually negative) the more their face is going to leak like that

They preach Swatchling masks, even saying things like "Look at me. Don't you see how beautiful I am? How great my face is? How great I AM? Don't you want that as well?" (but glitchy lmao) to make you buy it

He probably knows he is contradicting himself and scaring you off. He knows he is very scary. He just does it anyway.

Uhh.. Design thing. He is inspired by theater masks - but also ENA! Mostly his expressions and split face thing. He even has a uick dumb expression chart thingy I made:

anyways my brain is deteriorating i forgot most of what i was gonna say but this covers it all. dont be like me and dont write stuff like this at 3 am!!!

[a-for-alternative]

Hello, A! So I was wondering do you have any headcannons about how you and B were like at Wammy's together? PS. I thought dead men tell no tales lol (sorry about the joke if you didn't like it)

// Oh do I ever... Alternative has such potential to highlight things about B’s character that develops him into the killer of Mello’s novel. The lore surrounding the first generation (and the notion of Mello writing about a dead successor that previously filled his position - his predecessor) is more poignant than I think it was intended to come across but here are some headcanons~

Wammys House:

A & B are the first to receive their secondary alias after which it becomes a kind of right of passage for other successors, choosing their own (though often not official) - to A & B, only theirs will ever be legitimate.

A is introduced to B after only 1-2 years of being at the house

A, before becoming a letter, was taken into Wammy’s due to his intellect but only later is selected as the first attempted L-backup, probably pulled from a satellite home 

Alternative & Backup (A’s perspective):

His introduction to B is a pivotal moment for him. After so much loss, he sees this as an opportunity for redemption and a return to a clear path forward, and now it is under threat. B represents for A the physical manifestation apathetic fate, he is foreign in every sense, they cannot even communicate when they are initially introduced. His presence signifies A’s disposability - B is the backup plan for when A fails, like a vulture circling over head, it looms over him like a prophesy he is trying to outrun..  though, B can also overtake him at anytime, relegating him to a future that, from A’s perspective, is neither known nor the success story that he has put so much hope in. The world for Alternative at this point in his life is an unreasonable and precarious place. All he knows, up to this point as a seven year old, is that everything is fragile and must be hard won - and there is no guarantee that one can keep what they have fought or sacrificed to obtain. --- after all, he is in line to replace L and L is about as far from vulnerable as he believes a person can get --- Maybe, B also represents a challenge that requires a level of maturity that he does not yet possess - the inevitable dilemma, that this position is of such consequence to the world, that it needs the best person for it, — and that may not be him...

There is nothing genuine in the sweet smile.

The way he extends an open hand, how his soft, his boyish voice offering “ Hello, Alternative ” …  

A feels an unpleasant sensation snake up his spine like a fever’s chill, empathetic aptitude ringing in his ears with all the incongruence rolling off this boy.

His gentleness feels scripted, words trilling out of his mouth- practiced and angular; absolutely, wholly contrived. A has never meet anyone with such an emptiness in their words and actions…

A returns the greeting with a stony, silent stare - I know what you are. 

They slide up from the open palm to meet the foreign boy’s gaze - Blue eyes resting soft, knowing and stormy, heaven’s skies empty of angels. Alternative is standing his ground, refusing to pretend they are not here for a reason, telling himself, “I’m not afraid…”

 But,  he has never seen anyone with such deep eyes.

 They are the windows into an empty soul, a black abyss,                                                                                             absolutely apocalyptic…

Alternative is capricious in his treatment of B, vacillating between animosity and empathy- at times he’s even conspiratorial , allying himself with B and undermining their superiors- beginning to identify with B (even in spite of the language barriers). Backup is clever and naïve and careless, and unreserved in a way that A wishes he felt safe to be. B is the only one that can truly grasp what he is going through but he is also very strange... -- Alternative struggles with trials & setbacks that roll off Backup’s back with ease. B is several years into his understanding of his eyes and it shapes how he moves through the world, what he feels is worth his pain, what ultimately just doesn’t matter. A is, in some ways, what B might have become if he were a little more ignorant, spared the ever present reminder that this is all so temporary.

Alternative has many faces that none are as acutely aware of as B- it is why he doesn’t take the quips and backhanded apologies personally. Alternative’s identity has been tailored to his circumstances — so much of it he had to leave behind to become this -- to his superiors, he is mature, disciplined and motivated -- exemplary if not a bit too austere. To those that benefit him, he is considerate and trustworthy- and honest. To those that he fears will take advantage of him, he is an arrogant and harsh - conniving and spoiled. When he is caught without a persona on hand, he is awkward, reclusive, and reserved. Despite this, his cardinal traits are eloquence and persistence, he thinks deeply about his place in the world and who he should be but not enough on who he is — Only B is audience to moments when he is short sighted and immature, when he is undone or humiliated - when he is elated or truly.. afraid of what lay ahead of them. When he is sick or less than who he wants to present himself as, B has been there whether he wanted him to be or not.

Alternative is attracted to B though it is initially a disquieting realization, one even he doesn’t entirely understand. It isn’t that B is unusually good looking or charming — though perhaps A has peculiar tastes that B unintentionally satisfies (I can’t imagine him actually trying)... The level of intimacy involved in knowing someone this long, on such a personal and inescapable level has made B a source of unwavering acceptance, — because he had to be. The alternative would have been sleeping next to someone he would gradually come to despise any who really wants to live that way? Yet, B comes to represent stability and unconditional regard that feels a lot like love. There is a fraternal element to it in that B anchors who he is. B is someone that has a history with him that hasn’t been erased or eroded -- that contradicts A’s perception of the world as fragile or finite - it is comforting to have something seemingly permanent ... and terrifying that he cannot start anew, if he doesn’t like who he is and cannot be hidden in the obscurity that L enjoys.

When B begins to insinuate an interest in something more, A is not initially receptive and becomes genuinely distressed. This doesn’t translate with any logical sense to B, who believes it’s born out of A’s latent fears of realizing his own sexuality...  But, by the time they are entering late adolescence, A is more concerned with the prospect of romance and that becoming L is destined to be a lonely path. He sees their childhood in it’s twilight as a tragic loss that cannot be reclaimed or rewritten, and B’s subtle advances as destructive to the purity of their friendship -- but he can’t stay a child forever even if he feels a sense of unfinished business surrounding it and he can’t keep B there either... It takes B’s attention shifting elsewhere for A to begin softening to the idea that B isn't ruining what's between them but expanding on it.

Alternative has experienced depression -- at some point he was prescribed SSRIs, as a part of basic care for successors. While it does alleviate the depth of his lows, he begins to worry that it is dulling the sharpness of his mind, which he has come to see as central to his self-worth. It may have no foundation in reality but A develops an inconsistent relationship with any medication prescribed to him out of those fears. In the end, - there are some things medicine cannot fix...

A few other small things:

- A loves the smell of lavender and grass, it reminds him of his home though as he gets older this memory is more elusive and he begins to wonder if they memories from funeral flowers or even if they are impressions left over from a dreams.. did he even attend his parents funeral?

- A knows they aren’t allowed to take pictures of each other in Wammy’s for good reason but when Y sneaks a camera into the house one summer evening, he is can’t deny there is something precious about having pictures of B perched on the railing of the back steps - his hair sweep by the wind just as he turns his eyes to look, soft unfocused, — like the tender look he gives him just as he wakes up in the morning before he remembers who they are. A traces the lines of his face while lying beneath his bed, where he tucks it between the boards. It’s only a few years later that he will see how much his friend has matured. -- B hates photographs and will place them face down when they go into Roger’s office. Roger has never understood why.

- A drinks his coffee and tea black as tar. B thinks it is terribly bitter but will bring it to him anyway, unaltered. There is something uniquely enjoyable in knowing that B doesn’t need to be told what he likes~

- A is borderline masochistic though perhaps only B has any inkling of it. He would probably never acknowledge it openly... it is degrading to get a charge out of being hurt.

- A loses his faith around age 10 but still believes that he might as well act as though there is a purpose in being good and not just adept and ruthless. The only alternative, from A’s perspective, is to believe that everything he has been through meant nothing and he will ultimately change nothing. And, that may be too painful a philosophy for him to embrace. 

- A’s worst injury occurred when he was deliberately shoved off the roof by an irate B ( thatvhe provoked). While it was a watershed event for A coming so close to death and experiencing the consequences of pushing B beyond that point of caring about consequences... For Backup, this a was also critically informative event, an exercise proving the numbers were infallible -- he was genuinely surprised that A survived the fall and, to a greater degree, surprised that he felt regret in having done it ... left alone in their room to wonder for days, searching for the contraband pictures from that summer A had hidden that could prove if A was even still alive....

[celestias-right-hoof-mas-au]

WARNING: Although this particular chapter does not depict violence or cursing, future installments will. As this story is based on an adult parody of MLP called The Mentally Advanced Series. I would encourage that if you had not watched it to do so to get a grasp of the world in which this takes place. Many of the jokes, lore, and otherwise are in reference to MAS, not just simply My Little Pony. I have also made a supercut that includes every reference and appearance of Celestia in the series. In case watching the entire MAS series maybe too time consuming. If you find Celestia, or other canon characters, used in crude and unpleasant depictions offensive, this is your warning. However, I would appreciate that you take a look anyway with an open mind.

Celestia Supercut Link

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  “And here’s your armor and weapons. You should be able to start working tomorrow, but take it easy when you can. Magic works wonders, but if you’re not careful you’ll black out from exhaustion.” The front desk nurse recommended sliding over Valiance her belongings.

  “I will. Thank you, ma’am. It feels great to stretch my legs after being in bed all week.” Valiance chuckled as she quickly put her body armor on, hooking her helmet and weapon onto her side.

  “I could only imagine.” the nurse smiled, “There’s a soldier waiting for you in the lobby. I’m sure it’s important, so I wish you luck.”

  Just as the nurse had instructed, a soldier in royal guard uniform awaited for Valiance at the medical bay’s entrance.

  “Valiance Ascalon?” he gruffly asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Well come on, soldier. I’m here to take you to your quarters.” the soldier informed as he began leading away with Valiance in tow.

  The walk was mostly quiet, but in time, Valiance noticed the regality of her surroundings. Banners and painted glass of the sisters’ various achievements adorned the halls with very little modesty. As they continued, one photo in particular caught Valiance’s attention enough to stop in her tracks. The photo contained Celestia wearing a suit with a leather overcoat hanging from her shoulders.

   Valiance raised a brow dumbfoundedly. ‘Huh. Not the kind of attire I’d expect her to wear… but not bad at all.’ she thought to herself while gazing into the picture.

   “Come on, you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the scenery on your days off. Don’t fall behind!” the soldier called from further down the hall.

   Snapping out of her trance, Valiance trotted back up to the soldier as they continued. Although, the scenery did spark some questions in her mind. After a moment, she finally decided to ask, “What does an acolyte do anyways?”

   “That’s just a fancy name for a personal assistant. Though, judging by your particular skills, my guess would be being a personal bodyguard and just generally following her whim.” the soldier pondered as they approached a door and unlocked it.

   Stepping into the room, Valiance softly muttered, “Wow, this is… lovely.” It was spacious with a large bed resting at its center, accompanied by a nightstand on each side. To the far left was a personal restroom along with a panoramic window with a beautiful view of Canterlot. To the right side of the bedroom rested her wardrobe and a bookshelf.

   “I’d say I’m jealous of you, but in reality I can’t.” the soldier commented while handing the keys over.

   “Why do you say that?”

   “Acolyte’s are hard to come by. The last one that worked here was before I was old enough to get a job. Let’s just say he didn’t have the heart for it.”

   Valiance was perplexed by the soldier’s warning. However, she knew that no matter the task, it would be done in Celestia’s name.

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  Back at the medical bay, a small pink pony with a satchel and large tight curled hair briskly made her way to the front desk. In a soft spoken voice the little mare asks the front desk clerk, “Hello, Nurse Flatline.”

  “Hello, Mentee. Can I help you with something?”

   “Um, do you know of a large pale mare who was committed here recently after the attack? She wore a purple and gold set of armor, not like the castle guards.”

  “I'm sorry to say that the patient you're looking for was released earlier today.” The clerk replied, looking the pink horse up and down.

  “Oh, well, can you tell me where she is then?”

  “No Mentee, you know I’m not at liberty to release that information.”

  Mentee groaned, “Pleeease, I really have to talk to her. She saved my life during the changeling attack, can’t you just give me a hint where she might be?”

  The clerk pony pondered momentarily, letting out a deep sigh, before firmly answering, “If I give you a hint, you didn’t get it from me, is that clear?”

  Mentee eagerly nodded with a small smile as she leaned in closer.

  “She’s a castle employee as well, if you ask around you could probably find her.” Flatline whispered.

  Mentee gasped and shouted, “Thank you so much, Flatline!” Only to be shushed and shooed away.

  After asking around, Mentee had finally made her way to Valiance’s room. Her body began to rattle as she grew ever closer to the door. Closing her eyes to compose herself, she finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door… nothing. Maybe she just hadn’t heard the knock on the door. Mentee tried again, this time louder… still nothing. She pressed her ear up against the door only to find absolutely no noise on the other side.

  “No one is in there, miss. She left for a walk.” a disapproving voice slated.

  Mentee flinched and quickly spun around to see a blue coated maid sneering at her. Rather than attempt to explain herself, Mentee panicked and bolted.

  Sweat gathered on Mentee’s brow as she came to rest in an empty corridor. Running a cloven hoof through her bangs she uttered to herself, “This is ridiculous, I just wanted to thank her for saving me.” She glanced down to the satchel dejectedly, “Maybe I can find her tomorrow once my shift is over… I need to get some air.”

  The cool evening air was a blessing that gently kissed Mentee’s face. She had made her way to the castle courtyard and basked in its soft serenity. Plopping on a nearby bench next to a batch of daffodils, she gingerly took off her satchel to lean back and relax. Their light aroma invited Mentee into picking one and absentmindedly twirling it around. Taking a light whiff, she smiled and placed the flower in her hair. Stars twinkled in the strawberry sunset while a few ponies walked the courtyard to head home.

  ‘Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.’ Mentee thought, as she scanned her surroundings. Suddenly, a glint caught her eye. When she focused, she could swear her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Before her was her knight in shining armor, casually walking around the courtyard smelling flowers.

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   Valiance took comfort in the beauty of the flowered and marbled plaza, having spent the entire day getting to know the castle’s layout better and what would be her new home. The giant fountain gently ran in the center, soothing all who heard it. Giant hedge sculptures, vivid red roses, and yellow daffodils were all perfectly nurtured to be a sight for even the sorest eyes.

   “E-excuse me.” a small yet eager voice called from behind. Valiance turned and was greeted by a small pink pony, with thick ringlets for hair, and spectacles. The mare shuffled slightly closer and gently continued, “Uh, h-hello. I don’t mean to disturb but… um, well, you probably don’t remember me but-”

   “Oh! You’re the mare that was almost carried off during the attack!” Valiance blurted out with a smile.

   The little unicorn blushed, surprised that Valiance had even remembered her at all, “Yes, that was me. M-my name is Mentee, Mentee Prim.”

   Valiance’s face softened further, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mentee. My name’s Valiance Ascalon.”

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   Valiance and Mentee were not alone, the God Princess, Celestia, too had wished to enjoy a stroll to revel over her recent success. True to her word, the Princess oversaw the remainder of the changeling hive eradicated and their maggots turned to fertilizer. With that, and the acquisition of a new acolyte, Celestia had almost considered relieving her favorite student of her friendship studies for the day. Almost.

   Voices had tickled at Celestia’s ear from the courtyard. Since the sun had set, most ponies would have gone on their way to the dining halls, barracks, or home at that point so she had a small interest to inquire the purpose of the conversation.

   It didn’t take long for Celestia to find the source of the whispers. She easily spotted her new acolyte talking to one of the castle’s library assistants, Mentee Prim. The conversation itself was harmless, with small talk abound and a few thanks sprinkled in. However, when Mentee pulled her gift out of her satchel, Celestia’s cold stare stabbed at Mentee’s glimmering eyes. Celestia scrutinized deep into Mentee’s heart, seeing through her feeble façade. This was no mere thanks, the pink mare’s soul pounded with infatuation. The way she kicked the dust and tugged at her hair all the while coyly glancing at Valiance left no doubt in the Princess’ mind; and it filled her with vile intrigue.

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   “I, uh, wanted to let you know how thankful I am for saving me. I really thought that I was gonna be a goner until you came along.” Mentee said, rubbing her neck. She tapped her hooves together in thought then reached for her satchel, “This isn’t much, b-but I hope you still enjoy it well enough.” Encased in periwinkle blue magic, Mentee unlatched her satchel to reveal a small pink box tied in a red laced ribbon.

   “Oh! Well thank you, Mentee. You really didn’t have to do that.” Valiance assured, gently taking the gift.

   “You know, I’ve been working at the castle for a while now. There've been plenty of acquaintances I’ve made… but no one to really call my friend. I was just wondering… if you would… maybe…” Mentee sheepishly stalled.

   Valiance chuckled heartily, “Of course we can be friends. It’d be nice to have company with someone who knows their way around here, not to mention someone so sweet.”

   Mentee’s stomach twisted into a knot, her already flushed face was now blistering red. In an act of feverish joy, Mentee sputtered, “T-t-thank y-you! Y-you too!” With nothing holding her back she sprinted away, nearly tripping over herself as she spun around a corner and out of sight.

  Perplexity gripped Valiance’s thoughts, ‘I wonder where she ran off to, I hope I didn’t say anything stupid. That would be embarrassing.’  Turning her attention to the box, Valiance pulled the ribbon and peered inside. Her benign smile graced her lips again. Inside, were cookies in the shapes of flowers, hearts, and bunnies. Each one was carefully decorated in a shiny pastel colored frosting, some were adorned with cute smiles to top it off.

  As Valiance innocently popped one in her mouth, a sudden chill ran up her spine when she felt the looming presence of some wicked soul behind her. “And what have we here?”

  Valiance twisted around to see the owner staring down at her through biting amethyst eyes. The moon’s rays illuminated the roses in the garden, bathing Celestia in the color red. Although initially shocked, relief washed over Valiance as she sighed, “Oh, Princess Celestia, it’s you. This is just a little thank you gift from a friend I saved.” Valiance passed the gift box to her majesty to see personally.

  The Princess shook the box slightly with a sneer, and with her magic, pulled out a heart shaped cookie. “How sweet.” she hummed as she jaggedly pulled the cookie in half. Without giving Valiance time to think, Celestia jammed one of the halves into her acolyte’s mouth before turning and walking away.

  Bewildered by Celestia’s actions, Valiance chewed her half and absentmindedly reached for another cookie, but was only met with air. It was then that she snapped back to her senses, realizing that Celestia had taken the entire box for herself. Conflicted, Valiance chose to keep her mouth shut. It was Celestia’s will, after all. But that doesn’t mean that I’m happy about it.’ Valiance huffed to herself, having really wanted to enjoy her gift. “Forget it.” Valiance groaned, throwing her hooves into the air, “I’m just gonna go to bed.”

[parachutingkitten]

Season 5 Analysis

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I am going to be applying the concept of criticism to a TV show you presumably love and adore as much as I do. If you do not want your idea that the show is immaculate to be challenged, I would not advise reading past this point.

Additional Disclaimer: This includes criticism of Nya’s arc, so if you’re the type of person to get catty about this subject, turn back now.

Mood for this season: It’s spoopy time.

You don’t need to, but if you are interested, and haven’t seen my analysis of past seasons, you can find those here:

Pilot - Season 1 - Season 2 - Season 3 - Season 4

You can also find all of these, and future installments, on my blog using the tag #analysis 

Hey everyone! I’m still doing these things! Let’s see, when was my last one? Over two years ago...? Yikes, I owe y’all an apology. I really didn’t mean to put these off that long. Anyway, get ready to hate me, cuz although (for the most part) this seems to be the fandom favorite season… I think it’s overhyped. I know, don’t kill me. I’ll explain myself. I don’t think it’s bad or anything, it’s very well structured, but I definitely wouldn’t rank it among my favorites. First, for a little context, I am making a one second of every ninjago episode video right now, so I’ve been binging the series and all it’s shorts back to back, so I think I’ll have a bit more to say about connective tissue between seasons, and hopefully you guys can look forward to more of these analyses between now and the new year when I’m releasing that video. I’m also officially a film major now so… sorry if I come of as extra pretentious or get too deep. Anyway, let’s jump into the thick of it, shall we? 

Plot

This is probably the area I have the fewest number of complaints about. This season has a breakneck pace and it keeps everyone busy. I think that’s why people like it. Everyone’s favorite has something to do. Which brings me to the question… which ninja’s season is this? Lloyd is on a lot of the promotional stuff, but he’s possessed and out of the picture for over half the season, so that can’t be right. Cole turns into a ghost, and the season is a ghost season, but that can’t be right cuz I don’t know that I’ve ever heard anyone claim it was his. Nya reaches her true potential, maybe it’s hers? Well, she does have a large b-plot, but she is consistently not a part of the a-plot. Kai has a whole thing with being protective of Lloyd, he has his fear of water, maybe it’s just another Kai season? Thing is, it’s no one’s. It is an ensemble season, and I think that’s a healthy thing for ninjago to keep doing. The more we label certain seasons for certain ninja, the more complaining we’ll get about who’s turn it is for screen time that we’ll miss out on telling a good story. Also, If the season is focused on a ninja you don’t like, you are less likely to like the season (see my next analysis for that can of worms). Again, this season tells it’s story really well. Morro directly ties into the ending of last season, and Nya’s getting water powers was foreshadowed the season before. That’s some cool connective tissue to start. The opening episode establishes the three different things the ninja will be looking for, and for once they’re actual tools instead of a series of weapons, blades, masks, whatever. I like that. Jay has some really good humor, Zane has his speech changes, Kai has his irrational fears and protective instincts, Cole has his ghost angst, Lloyd has to deal with his father’s passing, Nya is a new water ninja, Wu has a shop to run and a student to reconnect with, even Ronin has an arc about developing morals and gaining friends. There’s the mystery about how to deal with the ghosts, what the rules are, there’s the leader subplot, the ninja’s money situation, and lore of the different realms, they even worked in Skylor and Borg, there’s a lot of cool stuff going on. This is a tightly woven script that manages to include a lot of new concepts that you get pretty quick. I don’t feel like there’s even that much fat to cut. The opening is a little slow and strange, and the cloud kingdom episode feels a little unnecessary, but I do like the idea of visiting a different realm early in the season so the audience isn’t caught off guard in the climax. Again, the plot all works for me, it’s the other stuff I find myself pretty meh on.

Characters

Ronin

I’m pretty sure Ronin is the only new (non villain) character introduced. I like him a lot. Ninjago needed a true wildcard to shake things up and be unpredictable. I also think he’s pretty nicely woven into the action of the plot. I think his introduction is a bit strange. Like, the ninja already know him, but we’ve never seen him before? Just the way they talk about him sounds like they’re quickly recapping who this guy is for those who missed previous episodes. It’s fine if the ninja already know him but either 1) Introduce or foreshadow him a season earlier or 2) Introduce their dynamic to the audience before it becomes plot relevant. Maybe the ninja are grumbling about him being a nuisance while tea shenanigans are going on or something. Or maybe you have a scene of him stealing the scroll and making snarky remarks about the ninja while he does it. Idk. just something so his sudden plot relevance isn’t out of nowhere. Also, I don’t hate his and Nya’s dynamic, but I know a lot of people love it, and I’m just not totally here for it. Is he supposed to be a father figure for her? Mentor? Frienemy? Just plain friend? (love interest???) it’s not super clear and I could have used some clarification. I also like his use and tie to the next season, so overall, well integrated character.

Nya

I’m adding in Nya here cuz she goes through a major character change, and how she’s handled is one of the things that rubs me the wrong way about the season. A lot of people will probably disagree and/or hate me for this section of the analysis so… here we go! The thing she has to get past to reach her true potential is fear of failure (supposedly) and the solution to that is to just… not care as much? First of all, I know this isn’t supper important, but the fun thing about the ninjago elements is that every elemental master matched up personality wise with their element. Jay is the energetic master of lightning, Kai is the hothead master of fire, Zane is the calm and calculating master of ice, Cole is the strong and dependable master of earth, Lloyd is the literal child master of energy. This especially goes for all the new season 4 masters. So what qualities are often associated with water personalities? Well, serenity, control, flexibility, elegance, patience… calm. You know, like a Zane type character (the element directly adjacent to hers). These are things that Nya isn’t - or at the very least don’t define her. (there’s also something to be said about water and its ties to more feminine qualities, which Nya has been actively shown to reject, but I won’t go into that rant here.) She was designed as the fire master’s sister, and when you try to fit a fire personality into a water shaped character mold… it doesn’t exactly mesh well. It doesn’t make sense. But, like I said, whatever. Maybe that’s the point? Like she has to change her personality to be more in tune with water? Sure. But let’s talk about this fear of failure thing. Because that’s the stated thing that dialogue tells us she needs to overcome. But when has Nya ever been afraid of failure? Fear of failure means avoiding doing something because of fear. Nya is ridiculously persistent, always has been (you know, fire personality). She tries training when no one tells her to, she makes her own alter ego to try and be a hero and save the people who would constantly tell her she wasn’t ready. Wu says she only wants things that come easy, but that’s never been her character before now, she has carried the team with her tech, research, and covert ops that no one forced her to do, all things which are not easy. Fear of failure is usually characterized by what if questions. If Nya is so afraid of failure, why don’t we hear her saying stuff like “but what if I’m not strong enough, what if I can’t save them in time, or worse, what if I lose control of my power and end up hurting people?” Cole shows much more of a fear of failure this season surrounding his insecurity about being a ghost. He wants to sit out from missions because he’s not sure he’ll be able to do it - he’s afraid of failure. But whatever, the writing isn’t clear at expressing her true setbacks, but she does display a real problem that a lot of people have and I think could have been well done if set up correctly. She shows an undying persistence that gets her too close, and makes her increasingly incapable. She lets her frustration hinder her progress (again, fire personality trait), and I think that’s interesting because I don’t think ninjago has done this character arc yet. The supposed solution to this problem is that she just needs to… care less? And yes, I kind of see where they were going with this, we sometimes cloud our natural potential by thinking about it too much, but saying “you need to stop caring” is the absolute wrong way to word it. Caring is not her problem, the problem is her control over the emotions that come from her caring. Caring is a good thing, and teaching kids that if you’re ambivalent about your problems, they’ll go away is not a good message. What she needs to do is take a step back. She needs to take a break, stop to think, and look at the big picture instead of hyper focusing on the roadblock directly in front of her. The usual and much better wording of the moral I think they were going for is “stop overthinking things”. Teaching kids to look at a problem from a different angle and give themselves time to cool down is a great thing. And just think of it, in the climax she could have this ah-ha moment where she steps back and looks at the bigger picture - the whole town, surrounded by the ocean - and gets the idea to sink the preeminent into the water, you could even easily tie that back into the bucket exercise, and that’s what triggers her true potential rather than the current… I’m honestly not sure what. Random flashbacks and the end of the season approaching quickly. Alternatively, you could tie it more directly into samurai x, and make her struggle with letting go of the past and allowing yourself to give up something good in your life to progress to something better. Anyway, I don’t think this was a bad decision long term, she needed to be solidified on the team as a full fledged ninja, I just think this season doesn’t handle the transition that well. Anyway, whatever, I’ll be waiting for your hate comments in the notes.

Romance

Um… there’s none this season? Like there’s a few Wusako moments that are still as weird as they were in season 2, but they’re really not prevalent. There’s also the Jay seeing the future thing which has some weird implications next season (again, some interesting connective tissue between seasons), but that’s about it. Maybe that’s part of why I don’t love this season? Like where’s the pixane? Lol, I’m kidding. But maybe that’s why a lot of people do like it. If you don’t like the canon ships… this is a nice little safe haven for you. Rare for a majority of the series.

Villains

So Morro is a good idea… in theory. I know he’s the fandom’s favorite edgy boy, but idk I think the brand of angsty teen they ended up with was more of an angsty 13 year old than 17 year old. His voice is really grating and I always want to yell at him to just… go get some cough drops. Stop throat screaming, use your diaphragm man! Also, everyone goes on about his last minute redemption, but as far as season 5 goes, he has like half a second of a change of heart. Literally, when Wu comes over and he’s drowning, he’s still being a persistent little idiot like “you never cared about me nooooo!” and it’s only at the last possible second that gives him the crystal, and even that he does it kind of saltily. The preeminent is pretty cool, I like her concept, her design, all that. All the other ghosts are fine I guess. Nothing super memorable out of them, although their aesthetic, especially when there’s a bunch of them swarming around is pretty cool. One last thing was I never understood how Morro “becoming the green ninja” worked and what exactly it was that… did for him? Like he didn’t actually get the power of energy, right? I don’t remember him using it. Did just him defeating Lloyd make him the green ninja? How does that transfer work? And why did he need it to take over the world or realms or whatever? Like I get that it’s supposed to give him more power and what not but idk, it wasn’t super clear. That’s a minor thing though.

Climax

Pretty cool. I like the ATMOSPHERE. Green light is a hard thing to use and justify correctly, but it works really well here, especially with the dark kinda gray blue sky complimenting it. When the preeminent starts walking into the ocean, it’s genuinely terrifying, but you understand exactly how it works and why she’s strong enough to do it. Nya’s true potential is again a little out of left field and could have had some better motivation put behind it. Like what is it Nya learned in that instant? To not be afraid to protect people? She’s… been doing that. Idk. I’ve hit on that enough for now. Overall, there was good variety. I like the green ninja fake out, I like the realm hopping, I even like the little Garmadon visit and Lloyd getting the robe. I feel like we didn’t need a part one and two, you could have had different titles. I mean come on. But hey, now we know, if Pix had only been there, the whole climax would have been wrapped up in like 10 minutes apparently. Pix for the win.

Humor

Really good. Like I’m surprised how much I laughed. Jay wasn’t annoying humor, it was good stuff, there were some good running gags, there’s a solid fourth wall joke about who the lead ninja is at the beginning of the season. Overall, I am pretty impressed. My favorite joke was perhaps the bit where Jay is sarcastically positive, the voice acting is just really solid. Then again, there’s also the whole Borg scene where he roasts half the ninja, that’s solid stuff right there. There’s just some really solid character interaction this season and the humor feels a lot more natural and less forced.

Drama

Okay, we’ve got a lot this season. Y’all know how I feel about Nya’s arc by now. It does not work for me. Ronin’s relationship with her is alright, but kind of comes out of nowhere. Ronin’s solo plot about kinda working for the ghosts works. Cole’s ghost angst works for the most part, although I wish he would have actually skipped a mission and then gone in to help save his friends once they can’t do it without him. That was probably the most solid drama of the season. The other main thing we have this season is Kai’s whole… fear/protective streak. This also doesn’t really work for me. Like, I get that Lloyd and Kai are friends and stuff, like his whole true potential was centered around Lloyd. But like, why does it have to be framed so weirdly? Sometimes in trying to make it seem like Kai is protective of him, it seems like the other ninja just like… don’t care about him? Not all the time, but there are some weird vibes. Also, it doesn’t really go anywhere. No one learns anything about themselves from this subplot, nothing comes of it, there isn’t really a payoff. Also, Kai has yet another irrational fear, this time of water, which really comes right the hell out of nowhere. They try to explain it away like “Oh, Kai feels powerless and so water can get to him” but like… what? That’s the exact situation he was in at the end of season 2 and he seemed perfectly content to literally swim across the ocean (which um… what do you mean the sworn protector of ninjago can’t swim?). Where is this coming from?! Again, it doesn’t really go anywhere, there’s not a point where he has to learn to confront it or he grows because of it. It’s just pointless stuff added cuz the writers like giving Kai vague trails to try and develop him. The cloud kingdom is kinda cool. That last minute twist about them working with Morro is… stupid and unnecessary though. 

Spotlight Episode

I really like the Spinjitzu master tomb episode. Some cool riddles, I like the first two rooms a lot. I do think the third room is a bit strange. Like, the clue was “don’t look ahead” and the solution was to look beneath them, which is the exact same solution as the previous room. Like, you already have magic ice that shows the future, why not play into that? Don’t look ahead could maybe mean don’t look to the future, the opposite of that being the past. Maybe they have to draw on their past adventures to solve it somehow? Learning from the past is a good lesson, right? But overall, I really like it. Some real solid humor this episode. This episode has the sarcastic Jay optimism, Kai totally stalling for time, Zane dealing a pretty sick burn on Cole, just a lot of fun stuff. I like it. It just has great energy and nothing feels like it’s drawn out for too long.

Misc

The aesthetic this season… can be inconsistent, but the main ghost vibe displayed in the opening theme is really solid and I really like it

Speaking of the opening, Ghost wip is great and the opening in on par with last season’s (which is my fav) for sure

Ice age references… okay.

Chima references…. OKAY...

Okay, but like Deepstone can… kill ghosts? Or not? Is it just something ghosts can touch? It’s supposed to be like water in weapon form, right? Like that’s how I understood it when they first introduced it. Wouldn’t the deepstone bars kill Ghoultar then? And then like, Cole’s bike is made of deepstone. He uses it as a weapon. Wouldn’t it kill him? It kills other ghosts when they touch it. How… how does it work?! I need answers!!!

The captain of the steam boat says they’re going as fast as possible, but later Ronin comes in and cranks it up like twice as fast… that always bothered me like, why would he lie about that? Who is this captain and why is he so chill about everyone’s lives?! And then later Wu cranks it up yet again, like the ship had slowed down to it’s previous speed. What the hell is happening with the controls of this ship???

So pissed that the nasty CGI nightmare cloud monster that chases the ninja is named Nimbus. Totally forgot about that. I have an OC with a cat named Nimbus… I promise, there is not going to be a stupid twist bout the cat being the monster thing in Mists of Fate. That would be very stupid.

I was all excited that season 13 gave us minecart chases, but I totally forgot season 5 gave us one first. I really like the return to the caves of despair btw, good reuse of a known location.

How many times this season did we do the: 

Kai: Oh, I don’t like water, I can’t do it uwu  Cole: ...You serious?

Thanks for reading! And if you got this far… I don’t know. I would love to hear your thoughts if you have any! These are just my opinions, so don’t think too much of it if you disagree.

-Kitten

[sharks-are-friendly]

Headcanons for Lore olympus characters.

Post one - Athena. (this is a long post, and some things might not make sense)

She keeps a diary.

When she was younger, Hades would often have to babysit her so she's close with him.

Oddly enough, she's afraid of the dark.

She cut her hair by herself.

She looks up to Hades so, she emulates him often, (Hades finds it kinda annoying but he doesn't say anything because she's really emotional)

She doesn't give an ordinary bear hug. She gives koala bear hugs where she just clings to the person who's receiving it. She's done this since she was a child.

She sees Hera as a mother figure, she used to call Hera "mother" or "mum/mom" but she grew it of it.

Despite having grown out of called Hera mother, she doesn't actually know she's a product of Zeus's infidelity (affair), she just sensed that Hera didn't see her as a daughter so she stopped.

Despite being taller she's 2 years younger than Hestia.

She stopped physically aging around the age of 26 (she looks like a 20- something to me)

She has a weak immune system so she just gets sick easily.

She has to hype herself up to take cough medicine, pill or liquid.

She hates Apollo. She gets creep vibes from him.

She's really emotional. Like this girl is sensitive. Get her a therapist now.

Ares and her have a "child of Zeus" truce. No one knows what it means.

She doesn't have a 'resting B face', but, she did while she was a teenager, but she grew out of that too. Why because situations like this-

Ares: okay I have to talk to Athena about something-

Athena: *resting bitch face intensifies*

Ares: oh shit she's mad.

Athena thinking: *Hmmm what am I going to have for dinner... Hmmmmmm*. Oh hey Ares... What's wrong??

So essentially, everyone thought that she was in a bad mood, when she was just thinking.

Zeus let's her stay with him and Hera. He occasionally sends her away because he finds his own daughter annoying.

Athena and Hera have more of a "aunt and niece" relationship.

She trusts Hades with her secrets the most.

She joined TGOEM so everyone, and I mean everyone would stop pestering her about marriage.

She's now considering leaving it because well, she's in a relationship and it'd be hypocritical of her.

She likes scary stories. Sure they give her nightmares and her fear of the dark doesn't help but she just like them.

✨GIRLS✨

She had to witness Aphrodite trying to cut her own hair for 3 hours because and Athena qoutes Aphrodite on this "if YOU can cut your own hair and have it look nice then. So. Can. I.". It didn't look nice it looked bad, not that bad but Aphrodite hid herself away for 2 months.

She also had to witness Aphrodite trying to find her earing that fell out at a gathering at Hades's place. It was basically "my diamond earing fell out blah blah blah". "Aphrodite there's people that are dying"

She's basically Aphrodites go to while complaining. Like that bitch has broken into Athenas room while she's trying to sleep purely because "your uncle chased me and my friend through a fucking parking lot so help me Zeus I'm going to kill him".

She one time went to Aphrodite for help and all she got was " uh huh okay that's great sweetheart".

She hates Zeus, why, because the amount of times she's caught him cheating on Hera is just depressing. (she was intimidated into silence)

During arguments with Ares, she's often the calm one while Ares just screams so much that his voice goes high pitched. This often makes her cry out of laughter. (I headcanon Ares with a kinda deep ish voice but when he gets mad I can't help but hear it in a high pitched screechy way)

And that's the last one.

[revengeworld]

Meat V

Werewolf! Flip x Reader - Medieval AU

Word Count: +3.100

Warnings: SMUT - Still hate writing it :B

AN: This  will be a six Part series. It has nothing to do with the movie and is a  complete medieval AU with it’s own lore about werewolfs. I thought it  might be an interesting turn on it :>

MY MASTERLIST ♥

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The day before the Full Moon ritual the mother of the gang of pups returned and for once their hut was silent again. Flip needed to admit that he actually had enjoyed the days while they had been visiting but he was also excited to share some privacy with his human again.

Tomorrow he would finally be in his own human form again, a form were he wouldn’t be able to harm her, be able to show her how much he adored her. Kiss her, cherish her and love her how she deserved.

And still, he wasn’t even sure if she would want that.

Since Flip had told her what he was feeling for her, none of them had ever mentioned it again.

But at least her behaviour towards him hadn’t changed, he thought to himself while he had buried his snout against her chest, while she calmingly brushed with one hand over his head while they were sitting outside the hut, enjoying the few rays of sunshine that were shining through the opening in the cave ceiling.

“I will have to go soon. I should make sure if it was true if they want us there at the ceremony.” 

If it really was true, Flip found it a cruel way to show their dominance over Y/N who would endure a slaughter of one of her own people.

“Would it be alright if I would join you? I would like to talk to them myself.”

“I don’t think they would have anything against that, but why?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since I've been living with you, but maybe there is a way which would benefit both your and my people…. I.. I’m not sure if they will like it, but it would at  least be worth a try right?”

Slowly lifting his head, he looked closely at her hopeful expression and softly licked over her lips.

“They will at least listen to your request and who knows, maybe they will listen to it. I could.”

“Then… could you ask the wolf whose turn it is to come as well?”

Raising his brows, he found it a bit odd but soon shrugged with his shoulders. It couldn’t hurt to try. “I will let them know.” reluctantly he escaped Y/Ns warm embrace to stand on the edge of the cliff that dropped down to the edge of town.

When Flip let out a loud howl, Y/N quickly laid her hands over her ears and waited until her beasts booming call stopped and she slowly walked towards him.

Stretching out her arms, she soon felt Flips strong ones wrapping around her waist before he carefully pulled her into a hug.

With a relaxed sigh, she rested her head against his broad chest while they waited for an answer that soon came echoing from the other edge of the wolf town.

“All of them will be waiting for us.” he translated the howled answer to his love before he nudged her with his snout.

“Well, then we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” she smiled up at him, even though he noticed the nervous tone in her voice.

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Standing in front of the three elder wolves, Y/N tried to hide the trembling of her hand while she was clutching at the cloth of her red cloak.

“We heard of the selfless deed you did for our pack to look after our youngest. We like to thank you for that.”  one of the elders spoke and a shiver ran down Y/Ns spine than it was an even deeper voice than Flips. It was frightening but also fascinating how much their wolf forms distorted the voices they had in human forms.

“It was a pleasure to look after them.” Y/N slightly bowed to acknowledge their words of gratitude.

“It is good to see that you are welcoming to our kind as much as we are accepted of you.” another spoke, this time it was a women’s voice, Y/N noticed.

“Which shows that humans and wolves could work together.” Flip suddenly joined the conversation and she could feel her beasts paw on her lower back, knowing that he wanted to support and calm her.

“In a way. But that was to be expected since she is a part of our pack now since you decided to even mark her with your sigil. Making her a member of your own bloodline. It was a clever move, even if she would stay blinded.”

“I didn’t know! It was to-” he could feel Y/Ns hand suddenly hold onto his and with a sigh, he gently tightened his grip.

“But it still proves that even a human could live among us in peace! Even if she is one of our pack, she still stays human just like we turn into ones when the full moon stands at his highest point.”

“What is the point you try to prove with your statement?”

“That the sacrifices could be much more benefitting to both sides.” before Flip could answer Y/N had already stated the mayor point why she came with him.

“And how is that, human?” Flip watched in surprise while the elders made themselves more comfortable, which meant they were actually intending to listen to her.

“I … would like to wait until-” but she didn’t came any further since another wolf marched into the cave with wet footsteps that were echoing from the stone walls.

“What did I miss?”

“The human, Y/N, seems to have an interesting proposition to make. Which would involve your choosing before the ritual.”

“Oh? So, the little tidbit has something to say?”

“You better choose your words more wisely.” Flip instantly growled at the other. He wouldn’t let anyone from the pack show his human any disrespect.

“Or what, Flip? Don’t you call her ‘meat’? You should think of a better nickname then yourself.” the wolf sat down right next to Y/N and she could feel his breath fan against her skin while he took a whiff from her.

“So, start yapping little maiden. I have a village I need to be at.”

Y/N was confident and thorough with her explanation about her plan. How there were enough old people in the villages here in the valley that would be welcoming death with open arms in their old age. How they had already fought against the beasts themselves and how it would be smarter to get rid of them first since they knew the truth and how to fight the beasts in the woods. And even though the wolves looked quite interested in her plan, Flip knew exactly that it wasn’t to benefit the wolves perse but to relieve the old and sick from the torment of keeping on living even though they would greet death like an old friend.

“The younger villagers already believe in the tails that gods of the forests are choosing them to bring them to some sort of paradise, they wouldn’t fight against it. I believed those tails as well until I got to know the truth.”

“She has a point.” the wolf next to her yawned. Even though he sounded bored it sounded like he was on her side, which was reassuring to know for Flip. Looking up at the three elders, they were still letting that information sink in before the one with the deepest voice started to nod.

While they whispered to each other, the other wolf stood up. 

“I will accept your method, little maiden. I will be on my way!” he called to the elders and vanished out of the cave.

“We as well, will rethink your method and might rethink out methods.” the elders stated and Y/Ns legs almost gave out under her, then her knees got weak with relief.

Feeling Flips arm around her hip, she started to chuckle before she wrapped her arms around his torso.

“There is something else I like to ask. Abby appeared the day we took in the pups, How did no one notice that she made her way back into the mountain. She lied that you send her to remind us to attend the ritual.”

“She was banished. Of course, we didn’t send her to send a message to you. We will let the Soldiers search for her. And no, you don’t have to attend it, but until the next one we might want to see you there..”

“Thank you, Then we will take our leave.” bowing the slightest, Flip already had his arm around Y/Ns hip before he lifted her up to quickly leave the mountain layer.

He hated it here, all the older wolves who were throwing him accusing glances since he had taken in Y/N. They disagreed with his choice. He knew that from the start and it made him even more aware under which circumstances he finally got to have this wonderful human by his side.

Out of reflex, he nudged with his snout against her cheek to seek comfort and she gently let her hand run over it, which calmed him.

He wanted nothing but the best for her, but was he really the one who could make her happy?

-

Standing in front of a roaring fire, Y/N was humming while she was swinging her pan over the hot flames.

Since they had talked with the elders, she was in a good mood since everything had gone way better than she had ever imagined it would.

But she had also noticed that her beast hadn’t said a word since they had left the depths of the mountain.

“Would you like your meat seasoned for tomorrow?” she called over her shoulder but didn’t get any answer.

Listening closer, she could hear the oh so familiar gnawing while he probably bit down on the same bit of dried meat since he had put it in his mouth.

With a deep sigh, Y/N placed the already hot pan towards the side in the stone oven before she turned around and made her way carefully towards her silent beast.

Suddenly feeling her two small hands on his shoulders he looked down at Y/N who was climbing onto his lap before she cuddled up against his chest.

“You are quiet....” she noted when he gently leaned his head against hers.

“Just thinking.” laying his arm around her waist he took a deep breath.

“Is it because of the Fullmoon Ritual tomorrow? They said we didn’t need to go. So there is no need to worry.” it was the first thing that came to her mind when she had noticed that he wasn’t his usual self.

“It’s… it’s not just about that.”

“What is it about then?” she asked while lifting her head, trying to turn her head to look barely at him.

“It’s about the last one...”

For a moment, her brows furrowed, not being able to place why the last one would have been so important until she realized. It was her ritual. Her sacrifice. The night she was supposed to die before Flip saved her.

“I don’t understand, do you regret-”

“No! I don’t regret that you are with me, but… It is my fault that you are still blind. My fault that you can’t even leave the Forest… This is not what I wanted for you. And the only way is to kill the one who cursed you, so you could finally be free.” he scoffed out of frustration.

Listening to his words, Y/N needed a moment to understand what he was implying. If he would kill the wolf who had placed the curse onto her, he would immediately sign his own death sentence. And he would do it, she could tell by the tone of his voice how serious he was. Her beast really was in love with her but was too blinded by it to see the love she had for him.

“Who said I wanted my sight back?” she suddenly asked, surprised.

“Wha-”

“And who said I don’t have my freedom? The day we scattered my dress at the edge of the forest for my family to find it, I chose to be with you. I want to be here … ”

“But-”

“No, there are no ‘but’s’. I want to be here. So, stop your pouting and tell me what you want to be prepared for dinner tomorrow when you will be human again.” when she wanted to slip from his lap again his arms around her waist tightened so she couldn’t get away from him.

“Stay… we can just do it tomorrow together...” he mumbled pleadingly, scared that she might refuse his request.

With a soft smile, she lifted her arms back up to wrap them around his neck.

“I’m not leaving you. I Promise.”

-

The next evening, Flip was quietly sitting on his chair, watching Y/N while her hands worked on the dough for the meat pastries that she wanted to prepare for when he would turn human for a day again.

Taking a relaxed and deep breath he leaned his head on his paw while he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He would watch her for hours if he could but he already noticed that little smirk on the corner of her lips.

“You’re staring again.” she hummed, sweetly.

“Noo~.” he said innocently before he let out a long yawn which ended into a little yelp, his ears twitching slightly.

The howling had started, the sign that the Full Moon RItual would begin soon.

“Wh...What’s happening?” Y/N asked scared and Flip leaned over the table to nudge her head.

“The ritual has started. No need to worry.” he reassured her while he started to nibble on her ear and she quickly pulled her head away with a chuckle.

“Perfect timing then.” forming the dough into a ball she laid it into one of the clay bowls and laid a piece of cloth over it.

“Mhmm, what are you doing? Don’t you have to make the pastries?” he asked, a bit disappointed but she only smiled at him.

“No, the dough needs to rise. I know you never actually saw how I did them and only ate them, but they need a bit of time.” suddenly cupping his snout, she pressed a gentle kiss on its side before he let out an excited howl and started to lick her face.

Trying to avoid his attack of kisses she quickly laid her hands on his snout to softly press it down so he would listen to her next words.

“So, since we won’t be going to the ritual… Can we go to the hot springs again?” Y/N asked sweetly and how he could say no to that pleading expression.

Even though he wasn’t really in the mood, he nodded the slightest and again he heard that lovely chuckle of hers which was melting his heart.

“Let me gather our stuff then.” he offered, while she clapped her hands together with a giggle. Maybe it was just his imagination, but while he had packed her cloak and some clothes for both of them and even now when they were walking together on the stony path, her heart was beating fast with excitement this entire time.

Glancing down at his arm where she was cuddled up against, it seemed like she had a constant smile on her lips, even her expression seemed flustered. Was he missing something? Was today a special day, besides the Full Moon ritual? He really couldn’t place why he was in such a nervous and giddy mood.

While Flip placed down their bags, Y/N was occupied with loosening the string in the front of her dress.

Calmly watching her, the beast suddenly felt that familiar sting in his heart. Clutching his chest, he was thrown on his knees by the amount of pain he was feeling right now. It was worse than normal, which made him anxious that something might be wrong. Digging with his claws into the dirt under him they soon turned into fingers while he tried to endure and manage his breaths. His growling and yelping soon turned into strained breathing and groaning until it was as suddenly over as it had appeared.

Quickly lifting his head to make sure that Y/N was safe, his eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him.

Y/N had already entered one of the big pools of the hot spring, her body completely naked and exposed while she had her back still turned towards him. He watched while she let her fingertips run through the hot water that was around her hip.

Without wasting another moment, Flip pushed himself off the ground and she could soon hear his hectic footsteps wading through the water to reach her.

As soon as she turned around to him, she could feel his rough human hands cupping her face before his plum lips gently laid against her smiling ones.

Finally, she thought, he must’ve realised that her feelings were the same as his. She was giving herself over to her beast, completely.

Softly grabbing onto his wrists, Y/N just as eagerly returned his kiss and pressed her body closer against his.

It didn’t take long that Flip finally lost his patience, his body had ached for her for so long that he didn’t want to wait another moment if she would accept.

“Y/N… ” desperately whispering her name, he gently leaned his forehead against hers.

“It’s okay, my loving beast.” she reassured his unspoken words and softly rested her hand against the side of his face.

Before she could even say another word, Flip had already sealed her lips with his again and tightly wrapped his arm around her waist to pick her up. Laying her arms around his neck, her legs had already found a hold on each side of his hip, neither of them being able to stop their hunger for the other.

Carefully making his way back to the edge of the hot spring, Flip gently laid Y/N on the stony ground, letting his lips explore her feverish warm skin, trailing over her neck and collarbone.

Soon she was mewling under him, one hand buried into his black locks while the other was holding onto his big one. His raspy breath was fanning against her ear before he dug his teeth softly into her neck. Nibbling on her hot flesh while he thrusted his hip into hers with more force.

He felt her fingers grabbing his hair tighter and her nails digging into the skin of the back of his hand before she whimpered the words he so desperately had wanted to hear from her.

“Flip, I love you ...”

“I love you too, my precious little human.” he whispered against her lips.

[cynical-amphisbaenia]

hello! this is going to be kind of long, so i apologize in advance! i’ve been trying to find my class & aspect for years now since i got into homestuck. for reference, i’m an enfp & an enneagram 6w7 (tritype 6-4-1/6-4-9, can’t decide which one fits me more). i’m also a gemini sun, cancer moon, & gemini rising. while i’m not the biggest fan of harry potter my hogwarts house is ravenclaw.

a bit about me:

i’ve never understood the dichotomy of “science versus art” because in my opinion both are so deeply intertwined and both are a huge part of my life! i enjoy both the sciences (specifically biology, ornithology, and natural sciences) and the humanities (history, art, literature culture, etc) i love gathering information, learning new things, and sharing it with others. since i was a kid i enjoyed classifying animals (specifically birds), plants, and to this day i consider myself a hobbyist bird watcher.

some of my other interests are tolkien (lotr, the silmarillion, & the hobbit, as well as tolkien lore in general), star wars, jojo’s bizarre adventure, the MCU, demon slayer, theatre, stufio ghibli, pokémon, and fashion history/design history. whenever i get into a piece of media that i care about, i want to learn as much about it as i can! in the past as a kid i would get super obsessive about my newest interest. i also love to draw, sew, paint, cosplay, write, dabble in animating, study art history movements, train my pet parrot, and just be creative in general. i also did martial arts and theatre in middle school and high school. i guess you could describe me as a generalist or a jack of-all-trades? i want to know everything there is to know about things i’m interested in. and i’m always working on side projects, creating stuff, and just putting my ideas into action.

because of my vast amount of interests i’m able to easily relate to other people and form acquaintances and friends but i only have a few very deep, very close friendships. like, i’m very social and make friends easily but while i have a big circle of people i know there’s like >5 people who i consider to be my best friends.

despite being outgoing and extroverted i am also a very analytical and inquisitive person. researching, overthinking, and overanalyzing is my jam. i’m not afraid to confront harsh realities and discuss solutions to social issues, how to make a project more efficient, or doing copious amounts of research when writing essays/reports. people who are just meeting me perceive as being a friendly, fun, extroverted person and nothing more, but there’s more than what meets the eye. people who know me better know that i love to pick apart huge concepts like ethics, philosophy, etc. and tend think about “the big picture.” while having a type B personality i’m a high-achieving student with clear set goals for my future. if i care about a topic i’ll write an essay about it for fun XD

Looking back, a “character arc” i’ve gone through in the past is developing maturity. i was kind of a late bloomer in middle school and high school so it took me a while to start really “acting my age.” it might be due to undiagnosed ADHD (considering getting tested for it) but it took me a bit longer than my peers to “grow up,” if that makes any sense. i had to learn to become more open to change and realize that growing and changing is good and important.

so i guess the reason why i’ve struggled to find my aspect is that i see myself equally creative and equally analytical. i enjoy creating things as much as i enjoy learning new things, & i would consider myself as both a creative and a scholar.

i have no idea what aspect i could be. maybe light or space? but it might be something else entirely. XD

as for classes i haven’t the foggiest either. i’ve juggled around sylph, seer, and even knight at one point in the past but i still don’t know lol.

as for blood color, bc of my zodiac i’m a goldblood, but i’m curious what alternative hemotype i’d get based on my personality!

lastly, i have no idea what my lunar sway is bc i have gotten both derse and prospit different times in quizzes.

again, apologize for the length of this message. thank you so much! :) 🤍🤍🤍

Your most likely classpect appears to be a Seer of Space - your class reflects your desire for knowledge and researching, whereas your aspect covers your creativity, focus on the big picture and the main sciences you enjoy also fit into it (especially as it relates to nature). Overall you appear to be searching to know and understand Space. In some ways your focus on knowledge does suit Light and your focus on interests suits Heart, but as these easily fall under Space they are less likely.

If you think your aspect is Light instead, you may want to consider Heir rather than Seer - it would better describe how it surrounds you and why your interaction with it may make it seem like another aspect at times. However, considering that you do consider Space as a possible aspect for yourself you probably don't need to consider this. Feel free to ask me questions about it if you are uncertain though.

As for blood colour, you haven't given me enough information based on what I use to determine it to be certain. However, considering enneagram can reflect your desires I'll make some suggestions based on that: Bronze (craves support and safety), Olive (values familiarity and others) and Indigo (suits the inward energy of 6 and outward energy of 7).

You could be a dual dreamer, but it's also likely that your class or aspect is skewing it. Based on what you've stated here, it's likely class is affecting it and you are a Prospit dreamer. Asides from a couple of things like being analytical, you do consistently suit Prospit and even how you act as a Seer mirrors a Prospit Seer rather than a Derse Seer.

[bluemoonhounds]

For the ask game! 🌱 and 🥀 for Comet, 🌾 for Winnie, and 🍂 for anyone! -the sanctuary pack

:D ty for the ask. /cracks knuckles let’s go deep into the minds of these guys.

🌱is your wolf where they want to be in life? if not, what would they be willing to do in order to accomplish their goals?

For the most part, Comet is satisfied with his life. He has faith in his packmates and no true worries, though he is nervous about the pending winter and how they’ll fare. Sometimes, he wonders about what it would have been like if Meira had been the one to find him instead. Would he still be the leader? He doesn’t think so, and he would gladly let her take the reins if that was the case. He is a good leader but it still feels unnatural to him. He’s the type to step up if there’s no one else around to do the job, but he wouldn’t be one to challenge someone else. A long term goal he has in mind has to do with who will succeed him. He’s still young, but he doesn’t know if he wants his pack to be ruled by his bloodline or who is the most worthy. He feels weird about the prospect of choosing an heir with the limitations of his own pups. 

🥀 what’s the worst thing your wolf has ever done? what’s their biggest regret?

This is a deep regret for Comet. Figaro, a newer addition to the pack, had three brothers. Comet’s original intention was to take the four of them in, as they were all pups at the time, but tragedy struck in that moment. He was patrolling with Kid, who he sent back to the camp earlier than expected - he was going to go foraging for herbs and figured it would be boring to anyone else but Moth - and he discovered the pups close by to a cougar’s hunting ground. He was only one wolf, so he grabbed Figaro and began to head back to the camp when he came face to face with the cougar. He escaped, though just barely, with Figaro in tow, but by the time he was able to round up some of the other wolves to head back for the other pups, there was no sign of them. Really, there was nothing he could have done in the moment - he was lucky to get out of there alive with Figaro at all - but he can’t help but wonder, if he’d kept Kid around, or gone in a different direction out of the cougar’s territory, would he have been able to save them all? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hopes that the pups made it out of there, but the reality of the situation suggests the opposite. His guilt makes him avoid Figaro most of the time, because he just can’t face the only one he saved.

🌾how does your wolf feel about their pack? about their pack leader?

Winnie doesn’t have much of an opinion about Comet, per say, but she, like some others, usually turns to Meira first in a time of crisis. That’s not to say Comet’s a bad leader, but Meira’s wisdom and approachable demeanor make it easier for Winnie in particular to discuss any worries she may have. About their pack in general, Winnie is very proud of her position as a scout, and though she’s still learning the ropes, she really doesn’t think any of the other wolves would do any better in her place. She kind of thinks she’s the bee’s knees, in that aspect. Something she’s pretty sour about though, is that she thinks Condor has special treatment as a lone hunter. Everyone else has to travel together - Meira still joins her when they’re entering new places - but Condor gets to do his own thing and it really rubs her the wrong way. She also doesn’t really like how willing the older wolves are to invite newcomers into their pack. She feels that no one gets vetted thoroughly enough, even though she herself was taken in without any show of worthiness. Winnie likes to keep her circle small, and the growing pack can make her a bit uncomfortable, at times.

🍂 tell me something about one of the wolves who’s less prominent in your lore!

I’m gonna talk a little bit about Slate here, because a) he hasn’t been introduced yet and b) he doesn’t have any backstory as of now. Slate is a pupsitter alongside Fern and Bronze. He’s a very shy and sweet wolf, and he’s good at his role. He isn’t close to anyone in the pack, but currently he is taking care of Winnie’s daughter, Poppy (SPOILER :D). He’s in truth a bit lonely, and while he loves raising the pups and the comfort of the pup den, he has a deep longing for something greater. When he’s not taking care of Poppy, he sneaks off to the furthest mountain, and climbs up high so that he can clear his head. He imagines his future a lot of the time. Will he have a mate someday? Will he have pups of his own? Would he ever be asked to change roles? If he was more open with his pakmates, he’d probably find that he has a lot in common with Tanicus, and I could definitely see him becoming close friends with Figaro once he’s older. In all honesty, if it wasn’t for his apparent wolfishness, he’d probably make a good pet. He isn’t a fighter by any means. Even though he knows basic defense moves, the younger wolves absolutely destroy him in practice fights. :P