#c: kasper

[cloverpurr]

i think what people don't think about when it comes to whether moonpaw is a real chimera or not is

no of course not all cats with a split face are chimeras, regular torties can also have the split face marking (this applies to heterochromia too, not all cats with heterochromia are chimeras)

that being said a split face marking in cats CAN be a sign of chimerism. just because its not an exclusive marking doesn't mean it isn't possible at all period

im only saying this because people seem to believe that only one or the other can be true. that all split faced cats are always chimeras, or that split faced cats are never chimeras, when in reality, some chimeras can have a split face, but not all, and some torties can also have a split face. moonpaw CAN be a chimera because chimeras can have split faces. at the same time, not all chimeras have the split face marking, and regular tortoiseshells can also have a split face without being a chimera. make sense? good . stop fighting about it

[hellkitepriest]

divorce — scratch your metal

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character profiles ;

[twotimefromforsaken]

ever since i was little i always knew i wanted a giant propeller hat and a comically large lolipop

[childrenofcain-if]

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Wealth. Power. Death.

The Ballad of the Young Gods is a dark academia interactive fiction story, with dark fantasy and psychological thriller themes. Some of the romances also contain tropes and storylines which may be disturbing to some readers.

It is based on media like “Ninth House” by Leigh Bardugo, “The Secret History” by Donna Tart, “Masters of Death” by Olivie Blake, and SYFY’s “Deadly Class”.

It is rated 18+ for depictions of swearing, sexual themes, violence, and death.

Getting into an Ivy League school is a dream that thousands of American students nurse from a young age. Luckily for you, that dream is your reality. Four years of continuous hard work and pressure have made you a proud freshman at Yale University. And as if that wasn’t enough, you have been handpicked to attend Rathore College, whose selection process is revered across all the nation’s top educational institutions. But you should’ve known this stroke of luck came with a catch.

Yale is a crucible of power, where secret societies wield arcane magic and the dead are far from silent. The illustrious House of Styx wants you and this is a situation that not even your money can get you out of.

They are powerful, elite, and most of all, controlling beyond recognition. They are also the heart of the eight secret societies that attach themselves to Yale. From the White House to Hollywood’s most acclaimed stars, their influence reaches farther than anyone can dare to imagine.

A sinister conspiracy brews under Styx’s watchful gaze, one that threatens to unravel the fragile balance between the living and the dead. But in a graveyard of secrets, you and your accomplices are the ones with the shovels. You’re now in a world where the past is never truly dead, and the lines between life and death blur with each passing day.

But some secrets are better left buried, and some prophecies are destined to drag you to hell.

Cédric Armand Lacroix / Céline Armelle Lacroix (M/F)

Vindictive. Conniving. Ruthless.

As the heir to the Lacroix fortune, C is every bit as arrogant as their bloodline demands them to be. Even after the messy divorce of their parents which further led to their disownment by their father, Alain Lacroix, they refuse to give up on their dignity. They’ve vowed to destroy him one day and take what’s rightful theirs, brick by brick. The world bent to C’s whims, what money couldn't buy them, those pale green eyes probably did.

There is nothing that they can’t have, especially if they set their mind to that. That is until you came along and stayed one step ahead of them every time in everything that mattered. It wasn’t just the fortune or the legacy at stake; it was the bruising of their pride, the constant reminder that someone—anyone—could outmaneuver them. But beneath the layers of resentment and anger, there’s something more—something darker, even more dangerous.

An obsession takes root, one that blurs the line between hatred and fascination. And they vow to spend their whole life despising you for everything.

Romance trope: Enemies / Academic Rivals to Lovers.

Vance Kasper Næsholm / Vanessa Karina Næsholm (M/F)

Pious. Haunted. Disillusioned.

Raised under the oppressive influence of a rigid, fire-and-brimstone faith in a Danish Catholic orphanage, they were taught to see demons in every shadow and sin in every touch. Forever haunted by the visions provided by a wrathful God they can neither fully grasp their mind around nor escape from, their only reprieve came on the day they got adopted at the age of six and diagnosed with schizophrenia. But the truth of their ‘psychosis’ may be far more sinister than any medical diagnosis could account for.

As the tides become even stormier and their medications become ineffective when they arrive at Yale, all V can do is hold on to the last threads of control over their lives. Your first meeting almost makes them teeter over the edge.

Now that they’re your roommate, they’re bound to you by fate or folly, but whether they’ll be a stable ally remains to be seen.

Romance trope: Roommate Romance.

Wilhelm Johann Ostendorf / Wilhelmine Johanna Ostendorf (M/F)

Exhausted. Abandoned. Lost.

What does the world think of you when you’re a product of brilliance and neglect at the same time? With an Oscar-winning filmmaker for a father and a mother ensconced on the American board of directors at the Louvre, their pedigree is undeniable, yet it is a legacy more hollow than it appears. While their parents sculpted their careers into masterpieces and amassed accolades, they left W to be raised by their paternal aunt and uncle. A sizeable trust fund and periodic checks served as their parents’ only gestures of care, a shallow substitute for the love and attention their only child so desperately craved.

The only times they had felt more than someone who was deeply unlovable were the summers you spent on rusty swingsets and fast bicycles with training wheels. But the swingsets have long been dismantled, and the bicycles have been traded for cars.

The only questions remain—are you the same kid who saw them, really saw them, beyond the reality of being unwanted and the suffocating looks filled with pity that came with their name? Or will this reunion only serve to confirm their deepest fear—that they are, and always have been, truly alone?

Romance trope: Forgotten Childhood Friends to Lovers.

Dumitru Constantin Diaconu / Dumitra Constantina Diaconu (M/F)

Charismatic. Reckless. Guarded.

D’s name is the one that comes up in almost every conversation about Yale’s wildest parties. A natural-born rockstar charmer with a magnetic presence, they effortlessly draw people into their orbit, collecting hearts and bodies with the ease of someone who’s always been in the center of the gold rush. Despite the countless admirers and the trail of broken hearts left in their wake, you’ll always find them with a Marlboro between their lips and a new person in their arms to warm their bed at night. Their smile is a promise, and their laughter a siren call. In the haze of flashing lights and the thrum of bass that pulses through the walls, they are a heartbreaker in every sense of the word.

Feelings are a complication they don’t allow, a line they never cross. They’ve perfected the art of detachment, of keeping their connections strictly no-strings, because to let someone in would be to risk the vulnerability they’ve long since sworn off.

Will you be the only person they'd let peel back the barbed wire surrounding their heart? Or will you be left with nothing but the faint scent of cinnamon and a tale that wasn't meant to be?

Romance trope: Friends with Benefits / Sex First, Feelings Later. [You will only be able to unlock their romance route through a hookup.]

Maxwell Edmund Whitlock-Singh / Maxine Edythe Whitlock-Singh (M/F)

Duty-bound. Noble. Untouchable.

Politeness and decorum are second nature to M. They are the embodiment of manners, a living testament to the art of subtlety in a world where spectacle often trumps substance. They are the sort of person who commands attention without seeking it, a product of both royal blood and rigorous self-discipline. Dubbed the “Paragon of Styx,” M is a modern Plato, someone who finds as much solace in philosophical debates as in the classical texts they’ve devoured in multiple languages. As the second-born child of the Crown Princess of Wales, they have always understood that their life would be one of service with every action scrutinized, and every word weighed.

Their intellect is vast, but it is their passion for the esoteric that sets them apart. For all their convictions, there is a restlessness within M that even they cannot fully articulate. It is the paradox of their existence—a life of privilege that feels at times like a gilded cage, a role that demands both reverence and obedience. Indeed, heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Will you make them realize that life is more than duties and expectations? Or will you become yet another figure in the background, another reminder of the golden cage they were born into?

Romance trope: Forbidden Royal Romance / Secret Relationship.

Step into the shadows as the wealthy heir apparent to a billion-dollar industry who is just starting at Yale University as a freshman.

Be a part of Yale’s most enigmatic secret society, the House of Styx.

Fully customize your character including: pronouns, gender, physical appearance, personality, sexuality, and more.

Romance 1 out of 5 love interests (all of them are gender-selectable).

Study forbidden knowledge, practice dark magic, and try not to fail at your actual coursework.

Test your mind, body, and soul in rituals that blur the line between reality and nightmare.

Learn about the secrets that your mother took to her grave. Is she really the same woman you remember so fondly from your childhood?

Will you rise to navigate the sinister plans brewing under the nose of the House? Or will your actions drag you and your companions to the fiery depths of Hell.

W̶̗͖̝͆h̷͕̲̑̎̓̍̄̎͠͝a̵̢̛̫̾̓͗t̴̙̫͛̐͆̾̀̓̔̊͝ ̴̪́́̈́͛̂̉̀͒̊́ạ̸̗̯̲̘̬͗̀ͅr̸̢̪̜̭̼̠̟̜͚̂̈́͋͋̅͑̉́̎͝e̸̩̯͉̿̊̔͛̃̎͝ͅ ̵̢̹̜̤͍͙̩̬̰̜̏̃͝͠y̷̢̨͇̘͍̌́͐̍̆̓̑̐ǫ̶̢̧̡̛̥̤͉͎̟̃̏̍̓̒ͅu̷̓̂̾̇̇͜͝,̸͎̖̮̲̳̻̱̬̎̒͑͝ ̸̡̛̰̌͐c̶̛̪̗̰̻̜̲̘̺͗͊h̴̡͔̦̘̤̖͊̿̓̇i̵͉̘͙̥͍̼̜̐̐̄̅͝͝ĺ̶̡̧̧̼̦̦̗̰̝̼̓̊̀d̸̡͎͔͔̰̖̿̐̈́̓͊̌̃̓͜?̷̩̗̲̫̮͕̍̈́́̽͜͝͝

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[hlfmoonshine]

"i know for a fact i can take you. i've never lost a drinking contest in my life. never." clementine had bowed out of a few, only because the stakes got too high, but she never quit because she couldn't hold her drink. "i'm not a whisky girl, whisky is too simple. i'm a tequila girl." she'd switch up her drink based on the occasion, palomas for drinks and dinner, tequila sunrises on warm afternoons at the lake or the tennis courts, and shots of tequila paired with cinnamon sprinkled orange slices for a get together at her apartment. salt and lime had nothing on orange slices and cinnamon. "the idea of pickle juice and jack is almost as strange as my orange and cinnamon thing though. i'll rise to the challenge though. i don't think you have considered how much i used to party in university." she admitted with a laugh, which was only cut short as they entered the bar. the room was thick with the scent of stale beer and onion rings, the floor sticky enough for her shoes to stay just a split second longer than they should but they were finally here, spending time together, admitting their mutual attraction to each other. she'd damn well spend time with him at a landfill at this point.

kasper would have waited forever for clementine. if they wanted their first date, or whatever they had on the cards, to be intentional, he didn’t care whether it was next week, next month or next year. so long as he could spend an evening with her, perhaps in a fancy restaurant—or a greasy pizza joint–or at a cocktail bar that had little lit candles in the middle of the tables. he would have fixed her car a million times over between that moment and then. “well, hey, now i know. we can go from here.” whatever they were, they were good together. a lapse in communication opened the doors for something purer, something honest; being upfront with clementine was like ripping off the band-aid. he stood from the car and closed the door, a more gentle action than his rugged grease-stained exterior called for. kasper would have been expected to be rough, to throw car parts around as though they were trash for the heap–instead he was delicate, with the inside knowledge of what he could disrupt if he was too violent in his movements. “oh, is that so? you reckon you can take me?” his tongue flicked against his upper lip in contest. “game on, molina, game on. i'd like to see you sink as many whiskeys. you ever heard of a pickle-back before? jack daniels and pickle juice in a shot. i reckon you should try one of those and then try and walk straight.”

[if-childrenofcain]

DEMO ✝ ORIGINAL BLOG

Wealth. Power. Death.

The Ballad of the Young Gods is a dark academia interactive fiction story, with dark fantasy and psychological thriller themes. Some of the romances also contain tropes and storylines which may be disturbing to some readers.

It is based on media like “Ninth House” by Leigh Bardugo, “The Secret History” by Donna Tart, “Masters of Death” by Olivie Blake, and SYFY’s “Deadly Class”.

It is rated 18+ for depictions of swearing, sexual themes, violence, and death.

Getting into an Ivy League school is a dream that thousands of American students nurse from a young age. Luckily for you, that dream is your reality. Four years of continuous hard work and pressure have made you a proud freshman at Yale University. And as if that wasn’t enough, you have been handpicked to attend Rathore College, whose selection process is revered across all the nation’s top educational institutions. But you should’ve known this stroke of luck came with a catch.

Yale is a crucible of power, where secret societies wield arcane magic and the dead are far from silent. The illustrious House of Styx wants you and this is a situation that not even your money can get you out of.

They are powerful, elite, and most of all, controlling beyond recognition. They are also the heart of the eight secret societies that attach themselves to Yale. From the White House to Hollywood’s most acclaimed stars, their influence reaches farther than anyone can dare to imagine.

A sinister conspiracy brews under Styx’s watchful gaze, one that threatens to unravel the fragile balance between the living and the dead. But in a graveyard of secrets, you and your accomplices are the ones with the shovels. You’re now in a world where the past is never truly dead, and the lines between life and death blur with each passing day.

But some secrets are better left buried, and some prophecies are destined to drag you to hell.

Cédric Armand Lacroix / Céline Armelle Lacroix (M/F)

Vindictive. Conniving. Ruthless.

As the heir to the Lacroix fortune, C is every bit as arrogant as their bloodline demands them to be. Even after the messy divorce of their parents which further led to their disownment by their father, Alain Lacroix, they refuse to give up on their dignity. They’ve vowed to destroy him one day and take what’s rightful theirs, brick by brick. The world bent to C’s whims, what money couldn't buy them, those pale green eyes probably did.

There is nothing that they can’t have, especially if they set their mind to that. That is until you came along and stayed one step ahead of them every time in everything that mattered. It wasn’t just the fortune or the legacy at stake; it was the bruising of their pride, the constant reminder that someone—anyone—could outmaneuver them. But beneath the layers of resentment and anger, there’s something more—something darker, even more dangerous.

An obsession takes root, one that blurs the line between hatred and fascination. And they vow to spend their whole life despising you for everything.

Romance trope: Enemies / Academic Rivals to Lovers.

Vance Kasper Næsholm / Vanessa Karina Næsholm (M/F)

Pious. Haunted. Disillusioned.

Raised under the oppressive influence of a rigid, fire-and-brimstone faith in a Danish Catholic orphanage, they were taught to see demons in every shadow and sin in every touch. Forever haunted by the visions provided by a wrathful God they can neither fully grasp their mind around nor escape from, their only reprieve came on the day they got adopted at the age of six and diagnosed with schizophrenia. But the truth of their ‘psychosis’ may be far more sinister than any medical diagnosis could account for.

As the tides become even stormier and their medications become ineffective when they arrive at Yale, all V can do is hold on to the last threads of control over their lives. Your first meeting almost makes them teeter over the edge.

Now that they’re your roommate, they’re bound to you by fate or folly, but whether they’ll be a stable ally remains to be seen.

Romance trope: Roommate Romance.

Wilhelm Johann Ostendorf / Wilhelmine Johanna Ostendorf (M/F)

Exhausted. Abandoned. Lost.

What does the world think of you when you’re a product of brilliance and neglect at the same time? With an Oscar-winning filmmaker for a father and a mother ensconced on the American board of directors at the Louvre, their pedigree is undeniable, yet it is a legacy more hollow than it appears. While their parents sculpted their careers into masterpieces and amassed accolades, they left W to be raised by their paternal aunt and uncle. A sizeable trust fund and periodic checks served as their parents’ only gestures of care, a shallow substitute for the love and attention their only child so desperately craved.

The only times they had felt more than someone who was deeply unlovable were the summers you spent on rusty swingsets and fast bicycles with training wheels. But the swingsets have long been dismantled, and the bicycles have been traded for cars.

The only questions remain—are you the same kid who saw them, really saw them, beyond the reality of being unwanted and the suffocating looks filled with pity that came with their name? Or will this reunion only serve to confirm their deepest fear—that they are, and always have been, truly alone?

Romance trope: Forgotten Childhood Friends to Lovers.

Dumitru Constantin Diaconu / Dumitra Constantina Diaconu (M/F)

Charismatic. Reckless. Guarded.

D’s name is the one that comes up in almost every conversation about Yale’s wildest parties. A natural-born rockstar charmer with a magnetic presence, they effortlessly draw people into their orbit, collecting hearts and bodies with the ease of someone who’s always been in the center of the gold rush. Despite the countless admirers and the trail of broken hearts left in their wake, you’ll always find them with a Marlboro between their lips and a new person in their arms to warm their bed at night. Their smile is a promise, and their laughter a siren call. In the haze of flashing lights and the thrum of bass that pulses through the walls, they are a heartbreaker in every sense of the word.

Feelings are a complication they don’t allow, a line they never cross. They’ve perfected the art of detachment, of keeping their connections strictly no-strings, because to let someone in would be to risk the vulnerability they’ve long since sworn off.

Will you be the only person they'd let peel back the barbed wire surrounding their heart? Or will you be left with nothing but the faint scent of cinnamon and a tale that wasn't meant to be?

Romance trope: Friends with Benefits / Sex First, Feelings Later. [You will only be able to unlock their romance route through a hookup.]

Maxwell Edmund Whitlock-Singh / Maxine Edythe Whitlock-Singh (M/F)

Duty-bound. Noble. Untouchable.

Politeness and decorum are second nature to M. They are the embodiment of manners, a living testament to the art of subtlety in a world where spectacle often trumps substance. They are the sort of person who commands attention without seeking it, a product of both royal blood and rigorous self-discipline. Dubbed the “Paragon of Styx,” M is a modern Plato, someone who finds as much solace in philosophical debates as in the classical texts they’ve devoured in multiple languages. As the second-born child of the Crown Princess of Wales, they have always understood that their life would be one of service with every action scrutinized, and every word weighed.

Their intellect is vast, but it is their passion for the esoteric that sets them apart. For all their convictions, there is a restlessness within M that even they cannot fully articulate. It is the paradox of their existence—a life of privilege that feels at times like a gilded cage, a role that demands both reverence and obedience. Indeed, heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Will you make them realize that life is more than duties and expectations? Or will you become yet another figure in the background, another reminder of the golden cage they were born into?

Romance trope: Forbidden Royal Romance / Secret Relationship.

Step into the shadows as the wealthy heir apparent to a billion-dollar industry who is just starting at Yale University as a freshman.

Be a part of Yale’s most enigmatic secret society, the House of Styx.

Fully customize your character including: pronouns, gender, physical appearance, personality, sexuality, and more.

Romance 1 out of 5 love interests (all of them are gender-selectable). Or not. Platonic relationships are valid too.

Study forbidden knowledge, practice dark magic, and try not to fail at your actual coursework.

Test your mind, body, and soul in rituals that blur the line between reality and nightmare.

Learn about the secrets that your mother took to her grave. Is she really the same woman you remember so fondly from your childhood?

Will you rise to navigate the sinister plans brewing under the nose of the House? Or will your actions drag you and your companions to the fiery depths of Hell.

W̶̗͖̝͆h̷͕̲̑��̓̍̄̎͠͝a̵̢̛̫̾̓͗t̴̙̫͛̐͆̾̀̓̔̊͝ ̴̪́́̈́͛̂̉̀͒̊́ạ̸̗̯̲̘̬͗̀ͅr̸̢̪̜̭̼̠̟̜͚̂̈́͋͋̅͑̉́̎͝e̸̩̯͉̿̊̔͛̃̎͝ͅ ̵̢̹̜̤͍͙̩̬̰̜̏̃͝͠y̷̢̨͇̘͍̌́͐̍̆̓̑̐ǫ̶̢̧̡̛̥̤͉͎̟̃̏̍̓̒ͅu̷̓̂̾̇̇͜͝,̸͎̖̮̲̳̻̱̬̎̒͑͝ ̸̡̛̰̌͐c̶̛̪̗̰̻̜̲̘̺͗͊h̴̡͔̦̘̤̖͊̿̓̇i̵͉̘͙̥͍̼̜̐̐̄̅͝͝ĺ̶̡̧̧̼̦̦̗̰̝̼̓̊̀d̸̡͎͔͔̰̖̿̐̈́̓͊̌̃̓͜?̷̩̗̲̫̮͕̍̈́́̽͜͝͝

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[cloverpurr]

hey i dont know if this is a hot take in the tumblr warriors fandom (i know its a . pretty . weirdly hot take in other parts of the warriors fandom) but um . maybe dont . name your oc's after their disabilities . . . ? as in something along the lines of "lostface" or "crookedjaw" or "deadfoot" . . . i think names that are a bit more subtle and aren't directly relating the cat to their disability (such as a deaf cat who's named something like "whiteear" or a blind cat who's named "feathersight" or a cat with an injured leg named "copperfoot" or smth) are fine but like . come on now . you don't need to name your oc with a burn scar "burntface" or "mangledface" .

the only exceptions to this , i feel like , are naming a character that for plot reasons or in a way that's like . this is clearly bad . this name is bad , this is ableist in universe , and is changed later on , etc . similar to how bluestar named brightpaw lostface after her injury , but later firestar renamed her to brightheart . i think narratively , that's fine , if you want to explore themes of ableism and disability in universe . i don't necessarily think it'd be right for said character to want to keep the ableist name they were given (in the case that you, reading this, are like "oh but what if i want to talk about ableism and disability in my story but then have my character redeem themselves and keep the ableist name as a sign of confidence???") , but . that's something that probably depends on the person writing the story . if you yourself are physically disabled and relate to something like that , that's Completely fine , obviously i can't like . police what you do and don't do .

but to the general warriors fandom , especially to those without a physical disability , Maybe Don't Name Your Ocs After Their Disability ! ! ! it's kind of . dehumanizing . it boils them down to having no personality outside of their disability , or only being seen as their disability and not as a person . just a thought !

[angelvendingmachine]

may we get a level 3 mixtive of either a scream ghostface and any heathers character or a scream ghostface and any south park character. whatever you feel fits, leaving this very open

HEATHER M + STU MIXTIVE

Level 3 . . .

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Heath, Kasper, Stu

AGE : 19

PRNS : He/him , She/her (if close) + pill/pills, split/splits, sharp/sharps, bitch/bitchass, cunt/cunts

GENDER : Bi-gender, lesboy

ORIENTATION : Bidyke

SPECIES : Human (dog kin)

ROLES : ED holder, prosecutor, social alter, bitch

SIGN OFF: 💛,🔪,💊

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: Stoner, ED (ana), bully, harmed, SHaddict

TRANSIDS: Masculine, skinny, SHEDtwt, worstself

MISCIDS: Tris-harmful, trisbully

PARAS: Anophelorastia (ravaging and defiling), asphyxiaphilia (choking), autassassinophilia (being in life threatening situations), barysadism (inflicting extreme pain and harm), dacnolagnomania ( murder), emapihtophilia (gore), epistaxiophilia (nosebleeds), hematolagnia (drinking or looking at blood), krouophilia (beating someone), phygephilia (being a fugitive)

PERSONALITY: Usually friendly but also extremely mean

AESTHETIC: Grunge, preppy

♡ Lvl 3 ≻

TYPING QUIRK: “I TYPE LIKE THIS!!”

SPEECH: Valley girl accent but slightly deeper voice , uses 90s slang terms

MEMORIES: Remembers being obsessed with Billy/Heather c. + being treated like his dog, also had memories of playing soccer as well as planning murders with his friend group

LIKES: Cheerleading, soccer, horror movies, weapons, 80s and 90s fashion/aesthetic

DISLIKES: Eating, lame people

[lucid-daydreaming-archive]

EVERYONE SAYING MY KASPER TEAM SHOULDVE BEEN POISON HAS NO COMPREHENSION HES NOT INFECTED YET HES KASPER. HES POISON TYPE WHEN HES INFECTED USE YOUR BRAIN GOD sorry that was mean im so mad i put so much thought and effort into those teams bc pokemon is my special interest how dare you think i did not think it through enough I KNOW WHAT IM DOING. he has pikachu because yeuc-c confirmed thats his favorite pokemon he has mudkip because so i herd u liek mudkipz he has skitty bc pink and poptart he has jolteon because he would have an eeveelution and it was between jolteon and umbreon and i rlllllly thought jolteon fit better he has shiny hisuian zoroark because fucking look at that thing its emo with purple hair and way better than shiny unovan zoroark and he has toxtricity because you cant fucking tell me thats not kasper as a pokemon fucking electric guitar playing electric poison thing sorry im so fucking mad

if anyone wants the infected team its toxtricity weezing gengar pikachu mudkip shiny hisuian zoroark

[pebbleisgay]

@re-alku 's Kasper finally gets a tarot card from the party tarot collection C:

[dxrkenedheights]

The way into the museum had been easy. Too easy. A side door already unlocked, swinging open with just a gentle nudge like it had been waiting for someone to step inside. But Kasper barely has time to register the how. That thought vanishes as soon as he crosses the threshold. The air inside is heavy, thick with a hum. It's loud, constant, like a bell struck over and over. His magic feels strange in his veins, but his instincts hone in on the sounds. A gunshot cracks through the air, followed by shouting, then the grind of stone dragging against stone. His pulse spikes, and without hesitating, Kasper bolts toward the noise.

He moves quickly, feet skidding on the polished floor as he nearly slams into the path of someone else. He feels it instantly. A vampire. He stops short, the tension between them instantaneous, but there's no time to assess whether she's a threat or an ally. There's no time for anything. A scream tears through the museum, sharp and unnatural, rattling the air around them. Glass shatters in the distance, shards raining like jagged stars and the ground trembles beneath his feet. Kasper meets the vampire's eyes for only a split second, and in that glance, an unspoken agreement passes between them. Tonight, there won't be questions or suspicions.

Before he can move again, someone stumbles into view, colliding with the light of his path. A woman, frantic and panicking and waving a blade wildly in the air like she has no idea what to do with it. Kasper's instincts kick in before the vampire can react. He closes the distance almost out of instinct, his hands coming up, steady, though his mind races. Her words are a frantic jumble. Half sentences that are barely coherent but his attention locks onto her hands, the blade. Jakob's blade. He recognizes it instantly. "We heard it, I heard it, okay? I believe you, I believe you!" Kasper says with an encouraging nod, reaching out to take the weapon from her trembling grip.

"Shit." he mutters and doesn't wait. There's no time. Kasper is moving again, bolting in the direction the small woman came from, the path already feeling more like chaos than anything else. The air shifts as he runs, colder, sharper. His heartbeat and his magic pulse in tandem, driving him forward as the sounds ahead grow louder. He rounds the corner just in time to see Jakob, wielding a medieval sword of all things. "What the f-" but across from the older Ranstrom stands the monster. Twisted, gaunt, like it's crawled out of a nightmare.

Kasper doesn't stop. He shouts to make himself known, the sound cutting through the chaos for just a moment, and the creature's head jerks toward him, its shriek building again. But Kasper is ready. With a quick flick of his hand, his magic surges forward, forming a shimmering barrier that blunts the ear piercing wail, the thing's jaw unhinging to drop low with the scream. The museum trembles under the force of it, but Kasper holds steady. "Now!" Kasper shouts, his voice sharp for Jakob to strike.

@gloriouswhispers

“Seems like it!” Jakob shouted in return, his focus on getting them to safety. He had half a mind to simply pick up the shifter and tuck her under his arm like he might Liora. But he didn’t have time to get that far as stone cracked and scraped against marble floors. Like nails on a chalkboard, the hairs on his arm stood up as they sprinted into the next gallery.

Ordinarily, he would have laughed at her attempt to keep the door shut. But given the seemingly life-or-death situation they found themselves in, Jakob settled for a smirk as he leaned against the door beside her. “You’re really making a difference here.” With all five feet nothing of her. Five foot five his ass. He ran a hand over his face, gritting his teeth as the door rattled a bit and shook his head. “I don’t fucking know. But that humming is really starting to piss me the fuck off.” They had to figure out where it was coming from.

After a moment, he pressed his good ear to the door. There was no sound from the other side. “We gotta keep moving, that’s how. Can’t go back.” Which would have been the closest way to an exit. “Think this is karma for breaking in?” Jakob snorted at his own humor before remembering that he wasn’t with Felix and that whatever her name was might not find it so amusing. “Hey,” he nudged her shoulder. “We’ll be okay.” Jakob reassured and adjusted the podium by the door to ensure the blockade held. He was running through a myriad of possibilities in his head. Maybe rogue witches had lured them here? No. This felt different from any witches he’d encountered. 

The humming still reverberated through the museum and Jakob was convinced it was something worse. Something more sinister than any magic he’d encountered before. He had just finished inspecting the door when she tapped him repeatedly. “One sec, I just–” but the tapping didn’t stop and Jakob frowned, turning to see the stricken look on the shifter’s face. His neck prickled as his senses set off warning bells and he followed her shaking hand. Jakob’s eyes adjusted to the dark corner she was pointing at and he froze. For the first time since his parents died, he felt a surge of genuine fear turning his blood to ice. 

The figure was tall and gaunt, weathered skin stretched over bones. Grotesque in every way, its mouth flashed with large teeth as its emaciated frame shuddered with pain. Very slowly, Jakob’s hand went to his side and he extracted a curved knife. Just as slowly, he extended it to her, placing the hilt in her hand.

“When I tell you to run, you fucking run. Get out of here. Break a window. Find an exit. Anything.” It was a warning and a plea as the creature opened its horrible mouth and Jakob didn’t have time to think. He moved faster than he ever had, practically tackling her to the ground as the monster let out an ear-piercing scream. Jakob reacted, covering her ears with his hands and bracing his good ear to his shoulder as glass shattered around them and armor fell to the ground in a loud explosive clang. 

His vision swam slightly as the ringing in his bad ear grew louder but he clambered to his feet, firing his gun at the beast. “RUN!” Jakob shouted, head pounding as he sought to draw its attention for the little shifter who was scrambling to her feet. “NOW!”

[vampisn00dle]

C@n y0u b£ m!n£??~ I l0ve y0u @nd br@d!!~ pl£@$e b€ m!n£ - ⭐️

Didnt u send this shit to kasper? You sent them like 4 of the love threats and then u sent me 8. Leave us alone dude. We both have partners.

[washeduprockstr]

sorry for the mild spam, the way you draw infected/kasper makes me claw at the walls

i like spam. and thank you!! more to come :]c

[infections-computer]

"1 d0n7 kn0w."

[I don't know]

Infected frowned and fixed its beanie, it had slid up a little and now was sitting uncomfortably on his head.

"H1 l4mp3Rt !!"

[ hi Lampert !! ]

{HI, HELLO, EXPPLODES < mod}

- @infections-computer

[his eyes widen a bit, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.]

"oh.. hey, Infected. How are you feeling?" [He asks, fidgeting with his hands.]

(WAVES HELLO HELLO)

[regretakin]

OKKAY POOB MEMORY DUMP >:3

Okokok so starting off

- I wuz non-binary, pansexual, nd polyamorous!!

- I wuz in a relationship wif both Infected / Kasper and Pest :3

- Me n Pest were in a relationship b4 we started dating Kasper, Pest expressed hiz feelingz towards Infected 2 me n I wuz okay with Pest being poly ^_^ ..I later also figured out I had feelings for Kasper sooo we became a polycule :3

(also uhm pls let me know if I'm using any wrong termz!!! I'm not very educated on polyamory nd i don't wanna use wrong the wording or terms!!!! Ty!!!)

- I almost exclusively used they/them, but I also didn't mind he/him sometimes

- I carried around a sketchbook and I would draw stuff around me. I drew a doodle of everyone (meaning every npc I knew of) labelled "my frienz! :D"

- I LUVD PEST'Z PIEZ... I alwayz asked him 2 make them fur my partiez:3 my favorite one that he always made was lemon meringue pie...

- SPEAKING OF LEMON PIE!! I loved lemon flavored stuff anything!!!

- I had a nubbin tail. It sorta looked like a deer tail but also not rlly a deer? If that makes sense?

- I had curly-ish short hair. I was also fuzzy ^_^

- I tried to make Infected take medication for his infection several timez with no success :c

- NOT ABOUT ME BUUT Pest deffo has two sets of arms.. he waz soo cool 2 me ..!!!

- I wuz constantly energetic.. convinced I didn't sleep liek at all!! (I MEAn I diid but like only when Pest and Infected came over n we snuggled... GAHH HOMOSEXUALITY!!!!!)

- I LOVED STICKERZ SO MUCH RAAHHHH!!!!!!! I stuck em EVERYWHERE!!!

- I had an oral fixation cos of the party horn...

- I had ADHD and possibly autism!!

- had a vocal stim where I'd meow.. blowing the party horn wuz also a stim of mine!!!

- I had paws / paw pads !!

- was terrible at determining if ppl were my friendz or nawt.. so I jus thought everyone wuz my friend :3

AIII THINK THAS ALLL??!!?!!? ,:3c