#wanted to draw the chimera.... so... ya :]

[raindropren]

oh whats this!? a digital drawing! ooooooo

Falin!! Chimera!! woo!!

I got a new tablet :'3 i can ddrrawwwwww fully again <3

[bittersweet-jack-of-no-trades]

A world where Stan, newly mistaken for his brother and fumbling for something, anything to show these 'visitors' (cough, cough, marks), grabs the first thing he can get his hands on, which happens to be---

A rat.

Now, Stan's not unfamiliar with rats. He had his fair share of rodent roommates while living in less-than-savory places, and he honestly doesn't mind the little critters too much, as long as they don't steal his food. He's still not quite sure what to do after reaching into a pile of his brother's dirty lab-wear and pulling out an honest-to-God three headed rat. His visitors are, obviously, appropriated horrified but--- they're paying to be horrified, aren't they? What's more mad science-y than crime-against-God animals?

He's got one of his brother's journals, which has a few strange characters, but he doesn't want anything too alien, or anything that can speak enough words to demand a salary. Turns out, there's a lot of odd animals in the woods that aren't quite fantastical, but definitely are not normal. (Isn't that what he is? Not amazing and mystical like his brother, just... weird?)

Turns out, he's also pretty good at handling them. He's got... whatever the chimera-like animal equivalent of a green thumb is. He finds that he likes taking care of them, too: figuring out their diets and enrichment and which species can live with each other and who's solitary and which ones turn bright fuckin' purple during mating season--- he's good at it. The bright and wild sounds of his animals cover up his sounds of distress when he's working on the portal, too--- it's a win-win. He pretends he's just using the animals for profit, and as a distraction, but the way he names them and learns their personalities and cares for them betrays him as the soft-hearted animal caretaker he is.

So when Mabel and Dipper come to stay with their grunkle, it's not the Mystery Shack they visit, but the Mystery Menagerie. Mabel falls in love instantly, and makes friends with every animal. Dipper is a little intimidated, but he likes to draw and write about them all. Stan's a flashy sort of zoo-keeper, but still vehemently denies there's anything otherworldly about his animals: "just how evolution works, kids. Didn't ya go to school?"

And when Ford steps out of the portal, he's greeted by a jungle within his home. He tries to be angry at the mess, but underneath the hay and grass and home-made enrichment toys, there's a level of care he had never seen his brother display. Better to be obsessed with animals than a triangular dream demon, he figures, and can't find it within himself to judge.

They do put the Bill statue, at Mabel's request, in the venomous goat fields (they develop highly acidic saliva to dissolve minerals), and let them go at it like a salt lick. He deserves it.

[fumifooms]

hey i have a lore discussion for ya. so. basilisk chapter: laios is like 'wow monsters that are a mix of multiple animals are so cool! i used to have this fake monster that had all these cool attributes. but i've realized now that i'm older that it's better if a chimera only has two or three animals, instead of a bunch.' however, the Ultimate Monster has about 12 animals in it. and because chilchuck says 'i thought he grew out of this', it's clearly not a continuity error. 1/2

So. Do you think this Ultimate Monster transformation was influenced by the Winged Lion, and it's evidence that the Winged Lion was specifically preying on the fantasies of laios when he was a kid dreaming about being a monster? i've never seen anyone talk about how odd it is that despite laios saying 'chimeras are better if it's just one or two monsters', he still likes his Ultimate Monster design, and even adds the third head to it during the story. 2/2

You’re right that this is a layered topic, but no I don’t think it’s a fantasy he only had as a kid that the WL had to dig for. Below we have a EverydayHeroes Scans glossary page plus the final chimera sketch. As you said, the third head is added during the story. "That scylla sure was cool, let’s add a wolf head in there." Something which he has to note down before going to fight the Winged Lion.

Notice the emphasis on "cool". I think the familiar chapter is the other major relevant bit for this plot thread. It shows us with no ambiguity that Laios does care about aesthetics. It shows us that he can build a monster through logic and be reasonable about it, but he’s also not immune from getting carried away.

Ultimately, it’s still Marcille who builds the perfect familiar that succeeds for the situation, and Laios undermines it for its looks before seeing it in action. Marcille here ALSO mentions how he ‘should have grown out of this phase’.

So yes I mean, I think it’s clear that Laios’ fantasy is a fantasy, it’s not rational or logical or even something good that would work out, and even he knows that. Kind of like how when the winged lion showed him visions of a golden kingdom he reigned over during the succubus-induced dream he ended up saying "yeah… Things wouldn’t be so simple". The winged lion draws from deep seated desires, wether or not the person knows it’s stupid or that they shouldn’t, morally or otherwise, doesn’t matter. The winged lion is brute forcing through enticement for them to cave in. I don’t think Laios thinks becoming a monster would be all that he’s hoped for rationally, especially after seeing the whole chimera Falin situation. It’s like people irl saying they’d like to be a housecat and lounge all day; it’s a fantasy but not something that would really work out, as most people can acknowledge while nevertheless still keeping that pleasant daydream. The winged lion calls it out too! "If you’d wanted to be another kind of monster instead of animal, you’d be invincible right now". His preference for chimeras itself is a matter of taste and not practicality. It’s not well thought out, it’s a craving. Laios wanting to be a chimera is a soup mix of comfort fantasy and childhood coping mechanism and special interest hobby and idealization, and more.

And!!! That’s the point! What saves the world, how Laios saves the world, isn’t a flawless plan! What saves the world is Laios’ most authentic most flawedly human desires, ones he couldn’t control or repress. It’s the weird interest that everyone shamed and denigrated, his uniqueness and feeling of disconnect towards humans, that ultimately saves humanity. Because he genuinely desired becoming a monster, genuinely had that hungry curious nature in the deepest corner of his soul.

The Winged Lion doesn’t work through thoughts and the brain but through wants that are more primal, in your guts, in your heart. It doesn’t seek to checkmate you through logic, it wants you to surrender yourself willingly through manipulating your wants, your weaknesses, your emotions.

It’s like Laios’ curse at the end too, and even the succubus. If Laios were to rationally go through these desires-based trials, it’d reflect his actual wants, instead of just desires and cravings: the curse would have been that Falin can’t be revived, and his most alluring form would have been Falin safe. Dunmeshi in this way is kind of about the struggle of rising above our animality and these deep seated desires that go against productivity and what we actually want, like say, always feeling physically hungry even if you’ve eaten more than enough and knowing you should stop there. Like, it’s why we’re talking about allure and enticement.

Like aughhhh!! Why Laios got to eat desires is because he genuinely wanted to see how it tasted so bad, it wouldn’t have been granted by the lion if it wasn’t something he truly desired, like <3 it’s not something he could have simply strategized he needed to genuinely want it. It wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t plan A or B or C.

Laios my favorite fucked up cinnamon roll who saves the world through his authentic selfish desires

But no I don’t think Winged Lion was preying on his kid fantasies as much as like. The remnants of it that are still there and repressed in him. Kinda like how Marcille’s desire is also about childhood trauma, but if it’d been processed better it might have been different. I do feel like irl we carry a lot of stuff with us that was shaped in our childhoods, often some level of unhealthy and irrational that we have to kinda work through and be like ok that’s enough of that let’s be serious now. And yeah! Yeah. You’re very right that his chimera is strongly associated with his childhood desires though. It’s just that these desires really do stick, and sometimes they can overtake logic, wether or not you’re an adult and wether or not you have a demon on your shoulder telling you to let yourself be tempted.

So yes! Laios knows that a chimera with fewer animals is logically better, but a True Heart’s Desire isn’t always rational or good and his heart yearns for the Rule of Cool.

It’s, again, like the succubi! Laios is interesting for this because the thing with succubi is that they freeze people: they make the prey freeze and not want to resist/run away, but they don’t make it reciprocate either. They don’t- they don’t usually have to reason with them and be like "no i swear we’re totally real <3". Like no one in the party thinks there’s any chance of hot naked blonde women, general Hareus or Izu’s mom actually walking out of the darkness in the dungeon, especially since they were already on guard and knew succubi were going to attack. But with Laios it was more complex than that. And I think it’s way less "oh haha yeah what you’re saying makes so much sense" and more "I want to believe this is real so for a lack of a better reaction I’m just going to not do anything, maybe just maybe it might be". Again it’s enticement, it appeals to your desires. Again it doesn’t operate on a rational level, and that makes sense because the succubi are monsters who seek to trigger your fight or flight or freeze instinct and make it land on freeze; it doesn’t operate on a rational level but a deep seated one that seeks to shortcircuit logic and better instincts. And part of that was Laios’ succubus going "oh your party members have 4 heads each!!!! Ain’t that cool!!!" like, his desire for chimeras and many headed monsters is so not rooted on a logical level.

It’s a silly fantasy. He thinks several heads are cool and he wants them, like the familiar he makes with Marcille. He chooses aesthetic over practicality becahse he wants to try and believe it’ll work out so bad, and truly I can’t blame him.

[hellishgayliath]

Helli hellooooo! I have been stumped at what to draw this weekend and drew this sketch of myself. (Really wanted that mysterious kinda dread, yet whimsical feel of the gaze of Medusa)

and remembered that we've yet to do that art trade idea

so whenever you have the time, I was hoping for you to do the finish this image! If you want to do line art you can, I usually use my sketches as lineart lol

And you can send a sketch/lineart of your Chimera ver. of yourself to me to do!

I was feeling the same way lately too of not knowing what to draw (was also thinking of the trade as a way to combat that lol) but yeah that sounds like fun! I even adjusted my chimera form a bit to help ya with the design, i added some goat features like the horns and eyes and switched the blue-greenish snake for a coral snake instead cuz i love them :3

I did go all out with my lineart cuz that’s just me lmao You are also welcomed to adjust/erase the lines if need be

[drawlody]

Wip of my Overlord!Adam n Sinner!Adam designs:D

Update: Now Overlord!Adam is more chimera-ish, I saw an idea bout him staying at a cathedral n wanna use it so bad damnnn. Sinner!Adam I decided agaisnt the wings n opt for a tail, would be funny if he was to sneak stuff with his tail n shit

Why 2? Cause i cant decied if having the mask morph into his face or just regular human face is cooler :DDDDD

Overlord: is not at the hotel, is doing relativecally fine through hell, he will get redeem albeit slower n more fucked up. Im thinking bout ripping off half the wings so he cant fly but can still use them to appear larger (plz i hold on this idea for 4y already i want to use it so bad). I'll give him some tattoos representing Eve n the kids cause DADAM IS THE BEST ADAM (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also should i give him a tail hmmmmm???

Sinner: is at the hotel redeeming n is miserable, yes that is a skirt i saw that idea in 2 fics n it havent leave my mind once, it would be the closest thing he got to a robe, was thinking bout like a garderner apron but it look off so leather jacket it is. Off-coloured wings or no wings? On one hand having him curl up crying but unable to wrap himself in the wings is a delightfully painful ass image i would love to use but i also feel like without the wings it feel like its missing smth (cause technically it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) maybe really small wings??? like enough to lift him off ground but not enough to fly around n be use as a blanky how r we feeling bout that hmmm. Also idk if ya can tell but he only got 1 horn, cause he ripped off one:DDDDD

A lot of these design choice is the result of the 400+ adamsapple fics i read which btw update slow as hell today man i cant go an entire day with only one 2k word chap man plzzzzzzz (if ya want those fics do tell me ill try to find the ones im talking bout here)

Fun fact: i learn to draw chubby people specifically for this man (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) like i wanna learn eventually but never really comfortable stepping out of my comfort zone. That is until this fucker came along n i will hate myself if i draw him as a twink

(as much as i love twinks this aint the char for that)

Plz go ahead n tell me bout ya own interpertation of Adam designs in hell:D!!! Like what hc r ya using here? i saw many go with robes, many go with the rocker vibe which obvs love that , litterally using that for mine (*✧×✧*) one even go full whore mode n i gotta say ✨slay✨

I'll go through each design choices once i finished the thingy so watch out for that :DDD

[kudzucataclysm]

15 character questionz!!!

got tagged by @afoolandathief and so iiiii tag @vacantgodling @atlasllm and @calicojackofficial if y'all want!!!

obviously for this i'll do dez and frank cuz....theyre the blorbies..tis long so im putting it under the cut

1 - Are you named after anyone?

Desmond: My middle name Oswald belonged to my grandad!

Francis: How the fuck should I know that? I'm pretty damn sure that my mom didn't even name me.

2 - When was the last time you cried?

Desmond: Last night :D

Francis: What the fuck kind of question is this??

3 - Do you have kids?

Desmond: I'M 14?!?!

Francis: *hyena laugh sfx crumpling to the floor etc* (no) (authors note: she's infertile and even then...really? both these kids would be horrible parents)

4 - Do you use sarcasm?

Desmond: I don't think so? Mostly because I don't really understand when it's being used or why.

Francis: Only when I'm pissed off I think.

Desmond: But you're always pissed off?

Francis: REALLY.

5 - What's the first thing you notice about people?

Desmond: Usually what they're wearing, or their facial expressions! I get told that I stare a lot actually-

Francis: Posture, anything they're carrying, the way they walk and talk. Anything they have could be used as a weapon and someone who walks all intense-like could be a threat.

6 - What's your eye color?

Desmond: Dark brown!

Francis: Mine uuh squints are pink?

Desmond: It's like an intense magenta :3

Francis: What the fuck is 'maj-en-tah'?

Desmond: It's a pink! uwu

7 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Desmond: Happy endings! Life is kinda like a horror movie anyways, so I like to watch something that ends good for the characters…it kinda makes me feel like there's hope for me ya know?

Francis: I don't watch movies.

Desmond: You don't? I thought you'd kinda be a horror movie fan, 'cause violence and gore-

Francis: They freak me out anyway NEXT QUESTION

8 - Any special talents?

Desmond: I can take apart almost anything and know how it works right after. And, um, can eidetic memory be considered a talent?

Francis: Piano.

Desmond: Really?!

Francis: I hate playing it, so don't fuckin' ask.

9 - Where were you born?

Desmond: A small town right outside the DUSA, called Carbonville- its not on any maps, 'cause its considered uh, 'shattered' or 'black earth' by people here. I don't think the town exists anymore actually…

Francis: The NEC, so, here? Yeah here. Right on the fuckin' pavement.

10 - What are your hobbies?

Desmond: K'nex and erector sets, I also like reading comics and collecting figurines…oh! I also farm goldfish, my setup isn't as big as it was before but I have Oranda golds, Ranchu golds, and Black Telescope golds!

Francis: ���I don't think I really do anything that can be considered a hobby…is drawing a hobby? I do that.

11 - Have you any pets?

Desmond: MY GOLDFISH-

Francis: FUCK no, I don't like animals. Besides its hard to have a pet when they all look like food to you, donchya think?

12 - What sports do you/have you played?

Desmond: I, uh, I don't like sports…

Francis: I WANNA DO *chants* MURDER COURSE, MURDER COURSE, MURDER COURSE-

13 - How tall are you?

Desmond: 5'0" last time I was told…I think I'm a bit of a late bloomer hopefully…

Francis: *shrugs*

Desmond: She's 6'2"! Super tall :3

14 - Favorite subject in school?

Desmond: Biology! Its my best subject, next to chemistry.

Francis: I dropped out in like…1st grade. So…

Desmond: Chimera don't really have a lot of support in the education systems here- they're more like juvenile detention centers from what I've seen.

Francis: SHITTY juvie centers.

15 - Dream job?

Desmond: I think I'd like to be a biomedical engineer. I wanna make things that help people! If not then…I dunno. Is goldfish ranching a thing?

Francis: Pfft, I don't think about the future like that. I'm not gonna be here long anyway.

[hteragram-x]

Remus Sanders is an artist HCs

I think that there are too many people who sleep on the fact that Remus is an artist. I mean… sure… his creativity is probably mostly spent on creating disturbing thoughts and coming up with lewd jokes. But I refuse to believe that he does not make art just for the cool aesthetic or to put his ideas into a tangible object (or performance). I’ve seen more stories where Virgil was an artist for some reason... and Remus wasn’t even if he’s a literal embodiment of Creativity. Gotta fix it.

We know that Roman is an excellent singer and actor. He can draw (Mona Lisa) and write (gift for Logan; songs; poetry) as well. But he couldn’t really play an instrument (see: Moving On) and he mentioned that Thomas probably shouldn’t show his dancing skills, so maybe he’s not the best at that too. He’s good at costume design and tried interior design as well. The list goes on. He clearly has his strengths and weaknesses in this department.

So what about his brother? (get ready for that Creativitwins content… and maybe some hints at Intrulogical and Dukeceit too)

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1. Remus is great at playing instruments. He can play almost everything he tries if you give him a few minutes to check how it works. But being his chaotic self he most often plays instruments that are super loud and annoying.

2. When no one listens he sometimes tries instruments that are more soft and romantic, but you’ll lost your ears and eyes if you ever discover it. Deceit once did. He promised to not tell anyone, but he still remembers the sight of Remus with a silver harp, singing some angsty ballad like a dramatic bastard he is.

3. He likes to make his own instruments too. From everything. And I mean everything. Which includes vegetables, bones, soil, parts of furniture or dirty laundry. Don’t ask.

4. He’s good at singing, but prefers playing.

5. So he often plays for Roman and since they both enjoy coming up with their own songs they regularly perform something one of them wrote.

6. They sometimes try rap battles, so Roman can practice for his eventual rematch with Logan, but rapping is really not their style. And most often than not they end up laughing too much to perform and just add as much nonsense and disgusting jokes to the lyrics as possible.

7. And maybe when Thomas was younger they had a very “hardcore” band called: The Empire Has Fallen. And maybe they sang about not being loved and appreciated. So what? None of our business.

8. Remus is great at sewing (yes, sometimes it means visiting the sewers). And costume design (have u seen his clothes?!). At first most of his drawings were inspired by Roman’s – he just wanted to do something that was a complete opposite. But later he gave himself more creative freedom.

9. Remus designed and made Janus’ costume. I mean… the snake boy is fashionable and all. But it doesn’t mean he can create something on his own. He just said “black and yellow… and I want a hat” and Remus was like: “ALREADY ON IT!” (at first he gave him a bee costume with a top hat as a joke).

10. He’s not great at interior design, because he values the creepy aesthetic over comfort and practicality. So his room was mostly created by Roman who kept the colour scheme and the atmosphere of a damp and weirdly luxurious basement, but added a lot of pillows and greenish lamps in various corners. (There was a long argument about keeping the artistic bloodstains on the walls.)

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11. He’s excellent with make-up. But he does not try too hard while doing his own, because he likes to look like he has not slept for two weeks.

12. He can dance, but doesn’t do that often. Especially since part of his charm is being intentionally ungraceful and positioning his limbs at weird angles. However, he dances with Roman or Janus if they want to. (With Roman it often ends in a playful fight; with Janus dancing can turn into a semi-romantic, passionate performance to some villain songs.)

13. He’s just as good at drawing as Roman, but obviously their inspirations are very different. Remus most often draws people… with way too many details and a lot of attention to anatomical correctness. You know exactly what he draws. I’m not gonna say it.

14. Logan taught Remus a lot about anatomy of both humans and animals so he can draw as realisticaly as possible. And if they dissected a body in the basement to be extra sure how the liver looks that’s also none of our business.

15. When they were kids Patton promised he will put his drawing on the fridge next to Roman’s if he promises to not draw blood and corpses. Initially he drew some disturbing pictures of naked people to mess with the rest of the sides, but only Logan could look at them without being too grossed out. And since Remus really wanted some validation, he showed Patton his designs of new weapons and pictures of deep-sea creatures (some real, some fictional). A few of them were on the fridge for so long that the ink has slightly faded.

16.  The pictures of sea creatures were partially responsible for Logan’s fear of the bottom of the ocean. But it’s a phobia fuelled by curiosity and scientific fascination so he does not complain and often complements the most terrifying designs.

17.  His weirdest creative outlet is creating new animals. (Roman’s manticore-chimera was heavily inspired by Remus’ mush-ups). And maybe he sometimes invites a certain local nerd to admire his work and help him with coming up with Latin-based names for his dear abominations. And maybe they enjoy adding antlers to fish a little bit too much. And then giggling about it. Stop judging. Gosh…

18.  Remus is unfamiliar with the term minimalism. Or rather he pretends it does not exist. With his ideas the concept of “less is more” will never apply.

19.  He loves sculpting. He’s not great with it, but you can make a big mess with clay, so he finds it relaxing. Sewing is also relaxing, but in a more “I’m already calm so let’s do something tame” sort of way. Sculpting is better to vent. Ya know… create a face out of clay and then punch it real hard. Or smash a block of granite with a mace and see what interesting shapes you end up with.

20.  The art he’s most embarrassed with (if he’s capable of such a feeling at all) is his doodles. He thinks they’re too soft and cute. But he draws them anyway, because sometimes he’s just tired, but still needs to do something with fidgeting hands and all the ideas buzzing in his head like a swarm of hornets.

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More to be added. I myself am full ideas.

[I did part 2. It’s HERE, if you’re interested.]

[hiddendreamer67]

A Slippery Slope pt. 1

Summary: Logan, a graduate student studying the local ecosystem, discovers that the mystical creature populations are dwindling. He proposes a new theory, of a creature larger than life hiding out in the forest. Logan searches the forest for the beast, forgetting one important detail- in order to find a dangerous apex predator, the predator has to find you. 

(Also quick credit- I’ve been brainstorming this world with the wonderful @delimeful who suggested the initial idea. :D )

Check out more of my work at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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Logan stared at his notes, running a hand through his hair distractedly as he looked over the numbers he had practically memorized. “It doesn’t make sense.” He murmured, blinking suddenly as a thought occurred to him. “Or perhaps… it makes perfect sense.”

“What are you on about, Sanders?” His mentor asked, glancing up from his own research work.

“Sir, I’ve been going over the numbers of harpy populations again.” Logan explained, looking up as he tried to work out the logistics of his new theory. “It doesn’t add up. Based on the observations of subjects in captivity, their lifespan is averaged to be fifty years. With the birth expectancy rate being what it is, and conditions being optimal the past few decades, the population should be twice its actual size, if not more.”

“So I take it the Chimeras have been busy.” His mentor shrugged, both of them sharing a brief grim look. Chimeras were awful beasts that dominated the surrounding forests, giant monsters with a lion’s head, goat’s body, and snake tail. They were known for breathing fire and decimating clearings, feasting on whatever creature was foolish enough to cross its path. 

“That’s where the anomaly occurs.” Logan adjusted his glasses, pulling together his papers. “The evidence of Chimeras in the area has… decreased.”

“Migrated elsewhere?” 

Logan shook his head at the suggestion. “No, evidence has not appeared in any of the surrounding areas. In fact, based on the reports from various rangers, there’s even evidence of deceased Chimeras, in the form of discarded partial remains.”

His mentor hummed, considering this new information. “So then, what, the Chimeras are growing territorial? Beating each other up?”

“The chances of such behavior being the case are infinitesimal.” Logan negated. “Chimeras are known to welcome pack tactics. Even with the decrease in harpy populations there are plenty of other sources of food in the area so as not to necessitate violence over resources, and certainly no reason to resort to cannibalism.”

“Cannibalism?” The mentor’s eyebrows raised.

“Why else would a whole corpse not be discarded?” Logan supported his statement. “These reports indicate only small portions of the Chimera’s structure being left behind. In several accounts the horns were discovered, as well as the snake tail looking as though it were severed.”

“Hmm.” His mentor slowly turned in his chair, facing Logan head on. “So you have a theory then?”

“I do.” Logan nodded, taking a moment to straighten up. He took a deep breath. “I believe there’s a larger apex predator hunting them.”

Unsurprisingly, his mentor looked at him in disbelief. “What? What do ya mean, you think there’s something bigger than a Chimera? How the hell would we miss something like that?”

“I have no idea.” Logan admitted. “Perhaps it is new to the area, or especially skilled at camouflage. It’s exceptionally possible that there have been previous fatal encounters chalked up to be caused by one of the other several dangers of the forest. But regardless, all the evidence points to-”

“To a disease.” His mentor cut him off. “The Chimera’s likely developed some virus that’s working through their system and driving ‘em all mad. It would explain their behavior and is more plausible than a giant man eating beast nobody’s seen.”

Logan pursed his lips, never a fan of being told he was wrong. 

“Look, Logan, you’re a smart kid.” His mentor explained gently, hitting another one of Logan’s buttons by calling him a child. “I think this research of yours is really admirable, it’ll make a fine thesis. You’re really onto something here. But don’t go blowing it by hypothesizing outside the realm of reality.”

Logan did not deign him with a response, appearing a bit huffy as he began to pack up his papers. It almost appeared he was a pouting child, if not for his business attire indicating his seriousness.

“I don’t want to discourage you.” His mentor continued. “This is truly remarkable! If you could discover the disease that’s infecting the Chimera population, your research would be published for certain. I can help you gain the necessary resources, it may be difficult to gain access to live samples but until then I have some friends down in the lab-”

“Thank you.” Logan cut him off with a curt nod. “I… appreciate the assistance. But I want to re-investigate my own claims before I pursue this route.”

His mentor sighed knowingly. “I know, your first discovery is always difficult. Take your time, if you want to look into this ‘apex predator’ thing by all means don’t let me stop you, but remember that your thesis needs to be built on hard evidence- not just theories.”

“Yes, I understand.” Logan gave him a soft smile. He gathered up the last of his belongings, bidding his mentor farewell before heading out the door. As soon as he left the room, Logan’s smile faded. Evidence. How was he supposed to gain evidence of a creature thought to not exist?

Well, there was only one thing to it, Logan supposed- Logan would just have to find the apex predator himself. 

Now Logan was no fool, he’d grown up in the town of Sireville and knew the dangers as well as any inhabitant. It was a risky business, traversing into the forest, but Logan also knew that numbers would attract unwanted attention. He knew these woods well enough to recognize signs of danger as well as any anomalies that would prove he was on the right track. Logan was also intelligent enough to wait until the following morning, not venturing out at a time when night could befall him. To be caught in the woods at night never ended well. 

It would be perhaps wise to let someone know where he was going, but if something went wrong to the point where Logan couldn’t handle himself the only thing a rescued party would discover would be his remains. Logan shuddered briefly at the thought as he entered his kitchen, giving his mother a wave before gathering the necessary supplies for his trip.

“What’s got you all dressed up?” His mother asked, peering over the counter at his attire. Logan had changed from his usual business casual into something more fitting for the forest, equipping a sturdy set of boots over his hiking pants and throwing on his tactical long sleeved shirt. 

“Field study.” Logan explained, purposefully being vague as he finished packing his backpack. 

“Alright, be safe.” She frowned lightly at him. “Don’t wander too far, alright? And stay on the paths.”

“I’ll be alright.” Logan reassured her, purposefully avoiding making any promises as he stepped out the door. This certainly wasn’t the first time he went out to gather evidence, having done it on several occasions throughout his studies, but it would certainly be the furthest journey yet if his expedition proved successful. Logan had taken the necessary precautions, packing extra rations should the day grow long. He didn’t pack anything for camping through the night, intending on hiking back before nightfall. At the very least he wouldn’t be foolish enough to fall asleep in the middle of the woods with so many creatures patrolling.

Logan took a deep breath, stepping in amongst the trees that had grown so familiar. He made a quick pace, wanting to get as deep as possible before the light faded. The college student took note of his surroundings, waiting for any sign of the extraordinary that he had not viewed before. The further he traveled the less familiar the trees became, growing further apart- a sure sign that larger beings had pushed them aside and nature adapted to the creature’s whims. It was truly terrifying the things that some beasts could accomplish, the impact they could have on the world around them possibly without even noticing it.

What sort of beast was Logan tracking, anyhow? He began to ponder this, growing tense as the background chattering of birds became accompanied with the low shifting of some great beasts far off. Logan paused, observing his surroundings and trying to pinpoint the noise. Could that be his target? Surely not, it wouldn’t be so easy. And yet Logan hardly recognized this clearing, and the markings upon the trees were different from any left by a harpy taking flight. Instead the limbs seemed… weary, as if something of great weight had been draped across them.

Observing further, Logan grabbed his journal and began to take diligent notes of his surroundings, adding accompanying drawings when necessary for illustration purposes. Now keeping a keen eye out for details, Logan spotted a familiar slithering track upon the forest floor. A lesser field scientist might have dismissed it for that of a Chimera’s tail, but Logan noticed there were no accompanying footprints. Furthermore, the track was far too thick to belong to a Chimera snake. 

No, whatever creature laid these tracks was larger than a Chimera. Logan was practically giddy with excitement, scribbling frantically into his notebook. He was right! Some disease, indeed. Curiosity overtaking him, Logan wasn’t thinking clearly as he blindly followed the tracks deeper into the forest. The trees began to twist and curl in unnatural patterns, bent out of shape to make shade or revealing clearings of sunlight in others. Logan leapt over a fallen decaying trunk, pondering what other evidence he might discover. Perhaps some of the Chimera pieces? A discarded scale or feather? Or perhaps…

Logan froze, hearing a soft whistling noise coming from further up the path. It had a familiar pattern to it, slowly Logan recognizing the sound as faint snoring. He crept closer, now incredibly mindful of where his feet were placed. Logan peeked through the underbrush, barely holding in his gasp at the sight that awaited him.

Or perhaps the creature itself.

Logan couldn’t comprehend what was before him. At first, all Logan could process was the gigantic, ever so slightly shifting wall of red scales before him, aligned in the familiar pattern of a reptile. Before he even made an initial hypothesis Logan’s head snapped up at the sound of another snore, a hand going to his mouth at the sight. It seemed that this giant reptilian beast had a homo sapien upper half, not unlike a harpy or the merfolk. A naga. 

Logan had only heard tales of them, always assumed to be mere legends or perhaps having gone extinct ages ago. But looking at the sight before him the notion of going extinct seemed ridiculous. What could possibly wipe out such a gargantuan creature, clearly bred to dominate the ecosystem? Certainly nothing less than another meteor shower.

Entranced, Logan was ever cautious as he raised his pencil to his notepad, giving one practice skritch across the paper. He flinched at the noise, but the clearing remained undisturbed. Logan gave the tiniest sigh of relief, knowing that at any moment he could be in very imminent danger.

But what was the harm in staying one moment longer to observe? If the beast were to wake this moment, Logan would certainly be unable to outrun it should the naga pursue. He would be in harm’s way anywhere, so Logan took advantage of this opportunity and began to expertly sketch the creature. He had come this far after all. Best not to waste it.

Logan stuck his tongue out in concentration, not wanting to miss a detail even in his haste to finish and get out before the creature woke. His eyes glanced up every few moments, taking in the monster’s posture. It’s position was languid, relaxed back upon its own tail as if using it as a bean bag chair. It appeared to be quite pleased, likely taking pleasure from soaking in the sun that poured through. One arm lay across its forehead, the other straight back so its fingers just grazed the ground. Logan took careful note of these appendages, aware of the sharp claws on each one and how they twitched every so often in sleep. 

His drawing was beginning to take form, having captured most details he could from this angle. Logan was debating the pros and cons of attempting to move to get another angle when the naga let out a large yawn, briefly displaying its fangs. Eagerly Logan flipped to a new page, jotting down a new sketch before the sight disappeared entirely. Why, by his estimations one of those fangs could easily dwarf his entire arm in length. 

So enraptured in his work was he that Logan failed to notice the yawn was only the beginning of a chain of events. The creature’s claws left the ground, coming up to stretch above its head with a creaking of bones that got Logan’s attention. He froze, watching the intimidating beast stretch skyward as it lifted its torso and basked in the sun for a moment more. 

Slowly it dawned on Logan what a precarious situation he was in; his research would all be for naught if he died before presenting his findings. Logan clutched his journal to his chest, heart pounding as he watched the naga sniff the air. It didn’t take a student fluent in animal behaviors to know exactly what scent the creature had picked up as it frowned, tongue stuck out to sniff the air again.

Under normal circumstances, Logan would hope estimate that, being so small in comparison, a naga would pay a human no mind. There were much larger creatures in the forest that would make more filling prey. However, half-humans always seemed to have a dangerous curiosity about their counterparts, and Logan had trespassed into this being’s territory. 

Logan gulped, all color draining from his face as those piercing red eyes bore directly down onto him. Immediately Logan turned to run (a fruitless effort), but before he had even fully turned Logan felt himself yanked backwards and into the air, eliciting a cry from the startled human who frantically tried to keep a grip on both his glasses and his book as he found himself dangling painfully upside-down, only the grip of those claws on his left leg keeping him from falling to a quick demise. 

Logan found himself feeling a bit dizzy as he was brought before the naga’s face. Those fangs were perhaps a bit less intriguing as they cruelly smiled at him, the naga’s eyes boring into his soul as he was turned this way and that like a curious bauble. 

“Why hello there, my little morsel.” The naga’s statement rumbled with dangerous curiosity, sending a wave of warm breath over Logan that made the human shudder. If he were not so entranced with those perilous teeth (was that a venomous sac below the rearmost fangs?) Logan might have noticed the alarming glint in its eyes. “I don’t think one of you has ever wandered this far, not without my rancid brother getting a hand on them first at least.”

Oh good lord there’s two of them. Logan jolted at this newest realization. Two? No wonder the populations were dwindling so drastically.

“So what makes you so special?” The naga tilted its head, poking Logan with a single claw, eliciting a startled breath in from the human who was very surprised he hadn’t just been torn to shreds. For now the naga seemed amused enough to watch as Logan slowly began to rotate, clearly toying with him in its ‘playful’ demeanor. “Well? Go on then, does the meager human speak?”

“I-I-” Logan cringed, loathing the sound of his own voice as it had raised an octave. It didn’t help that all the blood was rushing to his head. He cleared his throat, holding on to the minuscule hope that such a beast could be reasoned with. “Yes, I can speak.”

With a flick of its wrist Logan once again found himself airborne, letting out a high pitched noise of protest before finding himself one skipped heartbeat later once again within the monster’s clutches, this time right side up.

“‘Squeak’ is more like it.” The naga chuckled, prodding Logan’s side. The human winced away from the touch, though it was difficult with how tightly the claws were curled around him. Logan could feel his journal digging into his side. 

Still, Logan couldn’t help but frown, feeling that he was being mocked.

The naga hummed, seeming to debate with itself for a moment. “So what were you doing spying on me anyhow?” It asked, its expression betraying a hint of confusion. “I heard your heart racing a mile a minute in that bush.”

Logan cringed. “You… you did?”

“Why I would have expected to find a hummingbird, I could hardly have missed it!” The naga scoffed. “And yet for all your jitters you didn’t move a muscle. Did fear make you freeze? Are you simply stupid?”

“No.” Logan answered, perhaps a bit too petulantly for dealing with a gigantic predator. He coughed, checking his temper. “I mean, ah, I was perhaps too absorbed in my own jubilation, as I had been looking for you.”

“For me?” The creature seemed to almost purr, its smile returning as Logan felt the grip around him loosen ever so slightly. “Oh, how you flatter me. Then of course you must have appreciated what you found?”

“Well...yes?” Logan turned a bit red, unaccustomed to this line of socialization. T’was a true pity his life was resting on his perilous social skills. “That is to say, you’re certainly extraordinary, surpassing all my initial expectations.”

“Hmm.” Pleased with this response, the naga settled to lay stomach down on its own scales, holding Logan out before it. The claws shifted again, now forming a sort of basin so that Logan could sit freely. “How so?”

By all of Logan’s calculations, this was going well. The creature seemed entertained enough to spare his life, for now. Logan just needed to keep the conversation going until… well, Logan preferred to focus on the present even as those perilous jaws loomed so casually above him.

“I suppose, firstly, your very existence was an unexpected surprise.” Logan adjusted his glasses, the frames having become skewed in all the excitement. “Very rarely are my assumptions incorrect, so I knew there was some manner of apex predator roaming these woods, but as to your exact classification I admit that was a mystery. There is a common understanding that nagas are creatures of legend, or perhaps long extinct. Certainly…” Logan paused, realizing perhaps this wasn’t the most logical point to bring up. “Certainly if others have discovered  you, none have returned to tell the tale.”

The naga gave a scoff. “That’d be my brother’s doing, no doubt. Did you know we used to be worshiped apparently? Back in the golden days we were like gods. That was before people like him started experimenting with other uses for humans. Wasteful, if you ask me, disposing of such large numbers so quickly-”

“I wholly agree.” Logan spoke up too soon.

The naga snorted, clearly amused by the human’s timing. “I, on the other hand, prefer to play with my food.”

“...ah.” Well, that was a less than ideal response. Logan cleared his throat, trying to hide his nerves as he curled a bit in on himself, readjusting the grip on his journal. “So, ah, you mentioned a brother twice now, as well as hinting at others. How many of you are there?”

The monster frowned slightly, and Logan immediately regretted his question. “...Well I hardly think it matters, we nagas keep to ourselves well enough. Lucky you for stumbling upon the best naga of them all.” This last statement was accompanied by a very cocky smile.

“Hmm.” Logan wasn’t certain he agreed, but naturally he had no subjects to compare. “I was merely curious as I conduct research on local wildlife and wanted to compare behavioral traits between your kind and the Coachwhip species, of which your scale pattern most resembles.”

The naga blinked, glancing down at its tail as if for the first time. “It does?”

“As far as I can tell, yes.” Logan turned to his journal, flipping back through the pages. He cursed, realizing his reptile notes were in a different book. “Alright, my apologies, I forgot my scale reference sketches back home, but see?” Logan pulled up the sketch of the naga himself instead, pointing at the tail pattern. “The pattern of your scales represents a braided whip-”

“Is that me?” The naga cut him off excitedly, Logan’s stomach lurching as he was raised higher. 

Logan blinked, glancing between his drawing and its inspiration. “...yes?” 

He watched the naga’s reaction very carefully, hoping the monster was pleased with what it observed. At first Logan worried that the beast would be enraged at the fact Logan had been spying for an extended period, or worse yet perhaps it would feel the need to destroy his notebook to remove any evidence of its existence. To his relief, the creature seemed to be almost pleased as it took in the intricacies of the drawing.

“You made this?” A careful pair of claws pinched at the journal. Logan tightened his grip, before realizing that in a strength contest either the naga would win or his book would be shredded. With this in mind he reluctantly released, watching the massive being lift the journal ever higher to view it above its head as if to shine light through counterfeit currency. 

“Yes, I have always been known for my attention to detail, and illustrations have been proven to assist in comprehension of reports-”

“Can you do it again?” The naga cut him off, handing Logan back his notebook.

“I, yes, I suppose.” Logan furrowed his brow, confused. “Right now?”

“Well it hardly appears as if you’re doing much else at the moment.” The naga gave a loud, purposeful yawn, displaying its fangs. “Of course, I’m certain I can find other, tastier ways to spend our time together…”

“Understood.” Logan grimaced, the monster’s subtlety lacking. “Very well then, is there a- particular feature you want me to illustrate?”

“Don’t go cutting any of my gorgeous figure off!” The naga scoffed. “I best be seeing my beauty tip to tail, you hear me?”

“It would be impossible not to.” Logan tried to hide his growing irritation. “But to create such a piece, I’ll need to be placed on the ground so as to have an appropriate vantage point.”

His request was considered. “Very well.” The naga agreed, setting him once again down on the ground. 

Logan stumbled, surprised to once again feel solid ground under his feet. It was astounding- just moments ago, Logan would have doubted his ability to experience this ever again. 

“Tick tock, come now with your tiny talents.” The naga poked him with an impatient claw. Quickly regaining his composure, Logan pulled out his writing utensil and opened to a clean page.

“Is there a particular angle you’d prefer?” Logan asked.

“I am a priceless gem, I sparkle from all angles.” The creature purred, striking a pose where it was once again draped over its own tail as if lounging on a fainting couch.

Logan huffed, fighting the urge to rant about how light reflection actually works. He glanced around, taking a few steps back and debating only for a moment if he should turn tail and leave.

“I hope you’re not thinking of running off on me.” The naga seemed to read his thoughts, raising a taunting eyebrow.

Logan jumped, focusing back to the task at hand. “I’m not.” He lied, finally putting his pencil to the pad. “Just finding the best setup location.”

The naga hummed, clearly not believing a word, but seemed satisfied to watch Logan work. A bit too satisfied, as it leaned up and attempted to watch over Logan’s shoulder.

“Stop looming, you’ll cast shadows.” Logan huffed. “And if you keep moving about I’ll never finish, sit still.”

“You’ll never finish regardless.” The naga pouted, but flopped back amongst its coils. “You’re taking forever.”

“It has hardly been a minute.” Logan debated in his head how slowly he could draw without generating suspicion. He wanted to drag this event out as long as possible, having full knowledge that if the naga was satisfied with Logan’s work he might deem Logan’s task- and thus his life- as finished. Logan shuddered at the thought.

Clearly bored, the naga’s attention was once again focused solely on Logan, preventing any escape attempts. It was quite distracting, having those piercing eyes staring down at him so intently. It was especially infuriating that Logan couldn’t guess as to what it was thinking. 

Why make him draw the creature again? Surely one drawing would be enough? Perhaps it merely wanted an illustration where it could be alert and poised. But what would come next? Would the naga request more illustrations, or would the monster be satisfied? What would occur if Logan’s pencil broke? Or perhaps the creature grew hungry before Logan was even finished? Would it bother to wait around long enough for Logan to complete his depiction, or would Logan be sent down its ravenous throat at the first sign of an appetite?

“What’s your name?”

Logan blinked, stumbling out of his thought process. “...pardon?” The question felt far too mundane considering the circumstances.

“Humans have names, don’t they?” The naga tilted its head. “What’s yours?”

Logan was still perplexed that it had thought to ask. “Logan. Logan Sanders.” 

The naga nodded, giving him a smile that might have been intended to be encouraging. 

“...and what is your name?” Logan asked finally, realizing that’s what it wanted.

“You may call me Roman.” The naga- er, Roman- introduced himself, accompanying the statement with a little wave of his hand and a half bow.

Under normal circumstances, Logan might be expected to say it was a pleasure to meet Roman. “Stop moving.” Logan reminded him instead.

“Well aren’t you a barrel of fun, Logan.” Roman paused, rolling the name around on his tongue as he tried it out. “Logan. Looooogan. Logan! You know, once you get used to it it’s not all that terrible.” 

Logan paused, once again feeling utterly perplexed as he peered up at Roman. “My name differs from yours in only three letters.”

“And what difference those three letters make.” Roman breathed an imaginary sigh of relief. He teasingly grinned at Logan. “Oh come now, I jest, live a little, Lo!” 

“My name is Logan, not Lo.” Logan corrected immediately, loathing when individuals shortened his name. Roman snorted. “What’s so amusing?”

“I just realized my choice of phrasing.” Roman’s grin turned sly. “‘Live a little,’ and you are also yourself little- should be quite easy then, eh?”

Logan refused to acknowledge the jab for several moments, eventually caving with the urge to defend himself. “I am above average height for a human being, actually.” Logan felt the need to inform him. 

“Well good for you.” Roman teased, and all of a sudden one of his knuckles was ruffling Logan’s hair. It startled the human enough to make him take a step back, pausing his work to readjust his appearance. The naga seemed to be finished toying with him, for now, and allowed Logan to fall back into the quiet lapse of his work. Unfortunately, with the naga’s round of questioning, Logan found his thoughts drifting elsewhere until he felt compelled to ask a few questions of his own.

“Why did you inquire about my name?” Logan asked, knowing he was venturing down a dangerous topic bringing up his own future. “It seems a bit sadistic to ask if you intend to… if you have ill intentions for myself.” 

It was a bold risk, but Logan was curious if perhaps this was similar to the phenomenon of humans becoming attached to animals after naming them. If Logan could market himself in just the right way, perhaps the naga would be more taken with the novelty of his artistic talents and find he was a valuable enough individual to not end his days within Roman’s stomach.

“Hmm, I like to know.” The naga’s noncommittal shrug squashed the hopes right out of Logan. “Speaking of, are you done yet?”

Logan’s blood ran cold. “Ah, no, not quite yet.”

“Hurry up, I’m growing famished.” Roman groaned, not encouraging Logan to hurry up in the slightest. “You take much longer and I’ll just have to settle for you.”

“Settle?” Logan refused to let himself perk up too much at the peculiar word choice. “So you’re...not going to….?”

Roman laughed as if Logan was a fool. “Oh please, you’d hardly be filling. I feast on Chimeras, you’re nothing.”

Logan had never felt more elated to be told he was nothing.

“A snack, perhaps.” Roman gave him a pointed look. “A tasty one at that, if you don’t get a move on. So chip-chop, Mini Muse.”

“A muse is a source of inspiration, not the craftsman.” Logan corrected, hurrying up all the same. His heart had begun to pound with a mixture of excitement and nerves. “There, it’s finished.”

“Oh do let me see.” With a great amount of slithering the massive tail began to unravel, curling around Logan as it stretched out. Before Logan could be constricted amongst the coils Roman reached down and once again scooped up the human. Logan lost his balance briefly, settling into a safe sitting position before presenting the journal to be viewed. “Why, it’s gorgeous!”

“I’m certainly grateful it’s to your liking.” Logan conceded. He never looked at his drawings with an artistic eye, focused solely on being anatomically correct for his diagrams. 

“Oh indeed, it’s amazing you can make out all my tiny features.” Roman squinted down at the paper. “A shame your works are so small, I wish to appreciate them more. You’re so fortunate to be graced with the real thing.”

“Indeed.” Logan deadpanned. He glanced at the sky, noticing the sun beginning to sink lower in the horizon. “It appears to be getting late, and I’ve likely wasted enough of your precious time. I’m certain you have several tasks which you must complete, so if you’ll just set me down-”

“Set you down?” Roman raised an eyebrow. “Why Logan, I think you and I have different ideas of how this evening will go.”

This was all the warning Logan got before Roman lunged, and a sharp pain shooting up Logan’s side. Logan hissed, completely in shock as his tense form attempted to process what just happened. His mouth gaped open, stuttering as he tried to react to the situation even as his mind clogged up.

“Shh.” Roman’s rumbling voice was right in his ear, the sound all encompassing as Logan’s vision blurred. The last thing he was aware of was Roman murmuring for him to “-just give in.”

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@dolcetters​ needs some help: 

"hey. kid." this was fucking embarrassing to say the least, but he wasn't about to ask the shop-keep. it'd warrant too many questions. not to mention, the guy could easily lie to him if he thought he could make a better sale. dol thumbs toward the nearby flower stand, careful to keep his voice low. "that guy have anything that comes in orange? ...--before you get smart, i can't tell. so just. yes or no?"

It’s Tuesday but he’s still out shopping regardless. The sound of Hey Kid and a familiar voice draws his attention until golden eyes are meeting the sight of a face he wasn’t expecting to see today. 

It’s a simple request and for a moment he’s lingering on it. Something orange? Can’t he - oh wait - right - the chimera thing. He never stopped to think about colorblindness but it is a common problem even in unaltered humans isn’t it?   He allows his sight to be directed to the flower stand only a few stalls across the way and investigates from a far.  He can see a few things on the man’s stand in the color being requested. 

“Yeah ‘e’s got a few things. Some Marigolds, some poppies and some daisies I think. I c’n go ov’r there n’ git’em fer ya if ya want. I ain’t raggin’ on ya Dol. I got chu, whaddaya want?” 

[one-happy-silent-geek-girl]

Greengrass Family Stuff ! (Inexplored HP, for fics)

Okay so to be able to do thing that doesn’t affect the canon to much when I write/imagine fics I tend to use inexplored part of a univers of a story. And let me tell you something !

HP is just full of that ! So I decided to share some of that, ‘cause why not !

Starting of with a very important family in my timeline :

The Greengrass Family

(And let me tell you I have things to say XD)(Also rememeber this are mostly fanon and headcanons of mine, you can completely diseagree)

Things there known for :

Being tall af

Litteraly accidentaly creating Inferius and cursing themselves as a secondary effect

Cursing that makes them being followed by goshts everywhere

Having reproduct with AT LEAST one wizarding family from every important country

Being extremely socialy ackward and probably all having anxiety...

Being nice to muggleborns (okay that one is canon :p)

Having a pretty long time rivalry with the Rosier Family

Having split at one point because two sisters got into a fight and the rest of family took sides...

Being kleptomaniac

Being litteraly invisible, like since they almost never talk and have a very little presence people generally don’t see them...

Having very weird birthmarks thats looking like something, generally related to astronomy

Being the “weird family” and being kind of too curious

Having burn a part of the Voords (Invented Family from Norway) Manor

There beautiful messy brown hair and perfect green eyes like foliage on summer, with sometimes some golden glitters

Believing that we never really forget anything

Having some sort of "Butterfly Effect Philosophy" : "Anything you do will cause succession actions and has been cause by a succession of action. This is how your futur will be decided, be careful..."

Things they are :

Slytherclaws (always UwU)

If the 28 sacred was a family they’d be that one weird uncle with it’s basement full of weird stuff that spends his time making experiments and only shows up at the christmas party

Tall Necromancer Sherlocks (and there coming for ya)

Or there your Sassy Best Friend or there your Calm, Listener Best Friend

From Scotland

Significant Members (mostly OCs XD) :

(Also I'm only doin the characters wich last name is Greengrass, cause otherwise this would be too long...)

Cassandra Harmony Greengrass

Description : "A young girl littler than most of her family with a constant smile"

Life Dates : Unsure

Known for : Being the girl who accidentaly created the firt Inferius and cursing her all family.

Hermes Lior Greengrass 1

Description : "A young men with horriblymessy hair and a general bitter sweet expression"

Life Dates : Unsure (like her sister)

Known for : Being Cassandra's older brother and making the two medallions to remember there dad and that protects the family.

Athena Ettie Greengrass

(I wanted to put an image but couldn't find someonelooking like her and I never finished her draw sooo... X3 Yeah...)

Description : "A tall girl with brown hair in a braid with strict green eyes, that looked like that judged anyone and anything they saw. She lloked cold and a smile on her face was a possible as finding a Chimera in a british garden"

Life Dates : 1921-1991

Known for : Being one of the brightest witch of her time.

Hespérie Keva Greengrass

Description : "A girl with messy/curly dark brown hair, generaly in a ponytail, and ligth green eyes like foliage on summer. She was pale because shedidn't really went out. Her birthmark is on her right shoulder blade and looks like a full moon."

Life Dates : Formally : 1959-1980, AU : 1959- Not dead yet (Ahaha, I wished ;v;)

Known for :

Fighting against the Dark Lord during the First Wizarding War and killing herself to protect The Order of Phoenix and her friends and Family.

Being a medium

Being the mother of : Formally : Violette Greengrass-Black (here and here) AU : Violette, Hermes, Helen and Lyna Greengrass-Black

Astoria Aphrodite Greengrass

Description : "A girl with dark brown wavy hair and beautiful green eyes."

Life Dates : 1981-2019

Known for : Figthing in the Battle of Hogwart, Being considered a blood traitor by other families, Being a Legilimens, Marying Draco Malefoy and dying because of a "blood curse"

Daphne Leelou Greengrass

Description : "A tall girl with dark brown wavy hair and beautiful green eyes."

Life Dates : 1981-Not dead yet

Known for : Marrying Frank Wright a half-blood who's now in Azkaban for several crimes and is completely crazy, Being an Occlumens.

[arentwelost]

reactions to the bnha: heroes rising film

spoilers alert !

(i risked coronavirus to go to the cinema for this but no regrets because we all want to die anyway oof-)

the film was very 1a centred & that’s gr8 and all especially since we got to witness the bond they had between them & just. how incredibly amazing their teamwork is

but i really ,,, miss,,, aizawa (my fave, my tru love)

he had a total of 3 (?) scenes, each of them lasting like less than 10 secs - even toshinori had more scenes than that : (

but you know who even had less screen time (aka none),,, our boy,,, the valid purple son,,,, shinsou hitoshi : (

the person who had the most screen time was this new villain called nine and i really wanna yell begone thot at him because he was like “i want to create a utopia where the powerful rules” and i was like thinking,, yo that shit sounds like capitalism & neoliberalism

his character design was really pretty, but it didn’t make up for his ideology that came outta nowhere with no backstory - so it was really hard to empathise/sympathise

what makes a villain good is 1) sufficient backstory 2) being so damn predictable and familiar that you actually prefer them over every other new villain because better the devil you know than the devil you don’t know

anyway, what really slaps is kacchan’s fuckin character development !!

lil gremlin is still gremlin but ,, he’s working with other kids,, he’s minimising damage done to the area while fighting villains,, there was a scene of him all calm and shit while eavesdropping on izuku and katsuma (which once again proves that most of his anger is just a front he puts up in front of other people rather than a perpetual state, and ya know what, i love that introvertedness that he has),,, him being protective over the bakusquad and not blasting kaminari for teasing him,,, he and izuku fighting together like a hero duo ,,,, eye-

this movie really said bakugo character development hUH

anyway in the beginning when endeavour showed up and dabi and endeavour had this whole showdown with their fire quirks and we got this close up of endeavour’s thicc thighs and i was like :           ) we don’t stan for this here but at the same time i was like @ hawks damn ur daddy really be like that, huH

which reminds me of my whole spiel about dabi/hawks and endeavour/hawks : ‘ ) 

but yea. dabi was unfairly attractive and i just want death to consume me

okay so the plot was like,, the hero commission (aka the dodgy ass institution): how about sending the 1a kids to an island where there are no active heroes ??

so the 1a kids get yeeted off to an island,, and they are having fun helping the locals out !! (this is the wholesome content we all deserve)

jirou and yaomomo asdgjhskgjahkj

kacchan who stays at home the entire day because he’s on ~villain duty~ and there weren’t any villains so he just sits at home and read manga asdfghjkl that’s a hard Mood

kirishima looking like the cutie he is eye-

the bakusquad teasing kacchan by calling him “kacchan of bakugo”

how is maharo & katsuma so damn cute *angery fists*

but izuku really be adopting children left and right hUh

dadmight and dadzawa whomst i only know dadku

ochako & tsuyu are so cute wtf eye-

these villains are overpowered af wtf

wow i love 1a having each other’s backs their teamwork,, was ,,, so good,,, so smooth ,,, (*whispers* poly 1-a anyone ??)

everyone be losing until kacchan comes blasTing in, saving kirishima & kaminari with sheer determination and stubbornness and manages to defeat one (1) villain

not going to lie though i feel like mummy got done dirty like that

but i like the little nod to the provisional exam arc

the inflated izuku mahoro projected was the Cutest

anyway what really clapped was you know,, both izuku and kacchan being the smort cookies they are: “DIDN��T I TELL YOU THAT ONCE I’VE SEEN YOU USE IT, I HAVE A WAY OF COUNTERING IT?!" 

like oof

also i love how izuku is established as the image of hope (the saviour) and kacchan is established as the image of victory (the victor) - this whole “win to save” and “save to win” really got laid down really heavily

but we’re all hoes for that i guess

touga in her winter gear !!! eye-

yaomomo delivering the Goods (i.e. the cannons) 

a o y a m a : (

the moment i realised that tokoyami was in the cave, i knew the villain there was Done For 

i haven’t forgotten our resident eldritch abomination, dark shadow, y’all

i just ?? love ?? mina ???? so much ??????

ngl i didn’t know chimera was literally a chimera until this part i just thought he one big furry

oof

that flashback to endeavour’s advice when shouto was fighting chimera ?? the symBoLisM wow

shouto being able to rationally separate endeavour the hero and endeavour the shitty dad & using the advice endeavour gave him to empower himself -

- wipes tears

sero and ochako getting blasted away really badly by nine,,, and izuocha happens but we’ve all seen that before

it is kacchan,, ,, being protective of sero when he got yeeted,,,,, that is the Point 

THE BEST PART ABT THE SECOND LAST FIGHT WAS LITERALLY BKDK BEING SO IN SYNC WITH EACH OTHER’S MOVES THAT THEY WERE FIGHTING LIKE A HERO DUO ??

LIKE IZUKU KICKING THE VILLAIN, REBOUNDING OFF THE SHIELD,, AND THEN FLYING OFF JUST FOR KACCHAN TO GRAB IZUKU’S HAND AND FLING HIM BACK AT THE VILLAIN FOR A SECOND ATTACK

THE WHOLE HANDHOLDING THING IS STARTING TO COME OUT AS A MOTIF

AND I JUST WOW ,,, BKDK,, (platonic or romantic or otherwise) OUT HERE,, HOLDING HANDS AS EQUALS,,, SYMBOLIC OF THEIR CHANGING RELATIONSHIP,,,,

s h o u j i : ( protecting mahoro and katsuma with his body : ( big cuddle boy doesn’t deserve this pain !!!

don’t think i didn’t notice the film using the same bgm as the kamino rescue

it draws such a powerful parallel ??  back then it was kacchan who needed to be ‘saved'  but now it’s kacchan doing the saving & the winning - once again, such character development asdfghjkl

this film,, making me appreciate kaminari 10x more

also fellas is it gay to stare at your rival and being able to communicate non-verbally

bkdk detroit smashing the storm together & making a damn fucking hole in the stratosphere like all might,, dispelling the damn storm and letting sunlight filter in ?? that was some really obvious symbolism but regardless,,,, wow

this is the part where the whole twin stars motif really came right in kicking our houses down

kacchan breaking both of his arms because of one for all & all i can think of is ,, izuku,, stop sharing your bone breaking juice with people

i’m just thinking about how people @ izuku: wtf how do you deal with this bone breaking bs all the time

and izuku, pure bean: oh yea haha i thought it was normal ?? like everyone has to get used to their quirks like this ??

a concept: quirkless izuku not understanding how quirks are supposed to feel

anyway, dadmight cradling izuku in his arms only to leave kacchan a metre away ?? favouritism that we’re all here for

izuku : ( apologising : ( for : ( being : ( a : ( bad : ( successor : (

i just want to shake izuku’s shoulders & tell him that he did super well and that he shouldn’t be ashamed of himself and that he deserves everything good in this world

also imagine being so gremlin that all the one for all predecessors were like "nope we’re not dealing with this gremlin child, we prefer the pure broccoli” 

disappointed that hawks didn’t get enough screentime

but we got some hawks & tokoyami and ryuukyuu & ochako time

kacchan ~conveniently~ forgetting what happened ?? i smell something fishy

our local crusty boy shows up & ahh yes, there it is - the close up shot that like to remind us that he needs to Moisturise

everytime i see red shoes on shigs i just think about the parallels between shigs and izuku and my heart breaks all over again

the scene where shouto got hugged super uncomfortably by endeavour ?? oof. the entire cinema just simultaneously laughed and heard the shouuuuutooooo

katsuma being like like “i’m going to become a hero like deku & bakugo !” and kacchan’s acting all cool and shit, telling him “you better” while izuku is like “katsuma, you can become a hero !! we’ll wait for you at ua !!” because he saw himself in katsuma and wanted to be the person he wanted someone to be for him when he was young

breaking my own heart like this

imagine the first years in ten years though

they’re just going to be a bunch of teenagers izuku or 1-a saved or adopted

and they’re going to give aizawa so many more grey hairs than the current 1-a

[splendidshinobi]

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 21-25

almost halfway done lads how we feelin'

episode 21: the red glow

ah yes barry

"i'm alphonse elric!!!!!" yes u r baby!!!

who just popped over the wall

scar im assuming

"i kill therefore i am".....barry spouting descartes rn

it was scar haha

um

hi greed

thought i saw you earlier

WHY DID THEY DRAW HIS ARMS THAT LONG

ope he found the chimera crew...

jerry jewell's evil laugh gets me every time lmao he's so great

ed has deep philosophical talks bro

also ed is chaotic but his personal morals are unshakeable

who are these prison guards gonna release

oh hey kimblee

oh hey squad

ed take out ur pokeball

um wth is that

OH MY GOD TUCKER WHAT

EW

I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIANT YODA OR A SWAMP MONSTER

he looks FUCKKEDDDD

bro of all the things i was not expecting him

oof ishval flashbacks

young scar why is your hair brown

why is it white now

WHY IS HE NAKED

whos her

lust 1.0 im assuming

ew omg tucker is literally so fuckin nasty lookin idk

idk why but he's worse than rod reiss titan for me

wait a damn minute

wait a damn fucking minute

goddamnit

what is GOIN ON

i need tucker to stop whispering he sounds like fucking voldemort on the back of quirrells head

jesus

episode 22: created human

hughes' pajamas look like armin's futon from aot junior high

the bad place???? was that greed's prison gluttony was lookin at?

im still shook af over tucker and tbh its been like 24 hours since i watched episode 21

STOP WHISPERING TUCKER

driving me up a wall

my poor son looks so tired :(

those moral principles at it again

bradley.......

ewww the way tucker walks STOP

hi envy!!!!!

so all of those prisoner guys gonna get flattened by some alchemy

hey kimblee!!!

so did greed escape with the homies???? cause i feel like he would have made his presence known already....

i feel like im missing a lot because im a ding dong

musty prison kimblee is kinda...hot....physically speaking..oops..personality wise obviously there's MUCH to work on

so envy knows hohenheim

ED BABY

he won't do it

oh no alphonse

oh god memory implants

al's identity crisis CONTINUES

they wanna become humans??? huh....doesnt really make sense for their characters...(maybe envy but more on that at 11)

is ed gonna kill these guys for al

some1!!!!!! hold!!!!! me!!!! im so stressed

is he pretending to do it and he's got another plan up his sleeve!!!!????

honestly he's so depressed i cant even tell

those unshakable moral principles at work again i see

the red water can turn ed into a god???? wtf ed doesnt want to be a god he wants to punch god

oh theres the greed squad! i found them!!! is kimblee joining up with them

maria girly!!!!!!!

THE HOMUNCULI IN THEIR STUPID UNIFORMS I--

who's the lady. i need 2 know.

episode 23: fullmetal heart

alphonse is destroyed again

poor kid

"edward sir" brosh pls!!!

oh excuse me--- ***Bloch

The Ross Slap™

winry <3

pinako takes no prisoners

ed didnt you JUST tell brosh and ross they might be right that you needed to trust adults with more shit and now youre blowing off hughes

ed's DRAWINGS im-

hi sig hi izumi!!!

al is so sad over there in that corner

poor baby son

sometimes i feel like hughes and mustang are ed and al's divorced dads

the little arakawa avatar cows in the back im CRYING!!!!!!!

“bean”

snappy al

ooffffffff

omg hughes plz

elicia is precious though we love her

"dad's friend the bookworm" omg sheska

awwww gracia made edward a cake!!!!!!!

god catch me cryin in the club

CONGRATULATIONS

"whatever" al im crying he's so sad

AL MADE BROSH OR WHOEVER CARRY HIS DESTROYED ARMOR TO THE ROOF IM ACTUALLY YELLING

"you goof"

yes winry you are correct boy is a goof

sir you are being so dramatic

give that baby a hug

"so called brother"

so we all know that was a knife through the heart for ed

al just jumped off a FUCKING ROOF and ED TRIED TO FOLLOW

so im crying

i liked this better when they HAD A CONVERSATION ABOUT AL'S FEARS AND MADE THE FUCK UP

episode 24: bonding memories

guess we're gonna play w my emotions again

sometimes like....one bit characters talk...like villager b ya know? and im like who are you i know that voice

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again

and barry for some reason

aww poor al

youre real you are!!!!!!

i just feel like people would know people that wear sunglasses in the rain would be ishvalan

but what do i know

obviously they dont have the white hair thing in this version

poor ed is so sad

these boys need a hug 

let me just *pulls out adoption papers*

well if scar doesnt have queen mei to adopt in 03, he’s got this little toothless boy

dont lie al you do care

ew i dont like her

the drama of this boy

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again part 2

apparently they are *mercenaries??? excuse me

i have some questions regarding this kid’s mom

well you know i can see why this kid feels this way about his mom

it does look like she ran off...

al and scar dream team up

HEY ED!!! HEY WINRY!!!

bout time

yall gonna have this talk now????

barry STOPPPPPP

brotherhood barry is the true king there i said it

damn scar you baddie

barry like....you already knew him

anyway

WHAT THE HELL

NO RICKKK!!!!!!

someone save this boy!!!!

oh good his mom “saved” him

ah damn thats pretty tragic

she didnt know they were right in front of her

ow

well my questions were answered

so she attacks with grape fanta. thats one way to do it

ed looks like such an angry gremlin right now this is a heartwarming moment sir please

why are ed and scar being so civil right now this is so weird

bye scar

we’ll see him again

see you later scar

episode 25: words of farewell

maes who let you buy that awful pink suit 

gracia please it better not have been you

mustang ew please

dont open the door lookin like that

what the hell are you doing in here 

so hughes WASNT in ishval here?

i think that takes a lot away from his character but anyway

bradley hangs around like a creep at every possible instant

why would bradley care about ishvalan refugees like hughes cmon

“unspeakable crimes” BRADLEY YOU LITERALLY CANNOT TALK

juliet douglas is this lady’s name

only took me 1000 episodes to figure that out

ED AND AL??? NOT DEALING WITH DANGEROUS THINGS??????? dont make me laugh assholes theyre lying thru their teeth

izumi time lets go

wow we’re still going to rush valley? wasnt really expecting that tbh

elicia i LOVE you!!!!!

ew kimblee “hi”

how did he lightning himself like that

if i were ishvalan i would not go to the south....yet ANOTHER war torn region of amestris but ok

okay

an amestrian desert biker gang rolled up to wreak havoc

HUGHES AHAHAHA 

tbh i wouldnt want to tell roy anything either stupid bitch

anyway

um why do i feel like its hughes’ death episode

he would not be shown tucking elicia in to bed otherwise 

please im not ready to be hurt again

oh no

yeah he just learned something about our girl juliet

ive been waiting for this information 

he’s gonna die before we learn anything helpful

yupppppp

hey lust figured you’d show up sooner or later

i too wish i could look that sexy pulling a kunai out of my forehead

SLOTH????????

did girly just say SLOTH

i- nothing about her seems particularly slothy but ok

u know what!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENVY HEYYY

DUMBASS ROY JUST HAAAAAD TO LEAVE

haha famous last words

oof it hurts every time

not the FUNERAL scene no!

time for me to go 

peace out homies im dead inside

yes my brigadier general 

NOT THE RAIN

COME ONNNNNN

hughes is sneezing six feet under

was ed supposed to be looking at hughes’ ghost

um....right

[allyisabrat]

Conpletely down for a bnha full metal alchemist au where midoriya and bakugo grew up together and mirdoriya always wanted to be an alchemist.

So he founds a special transmutation circle after studying all his dads books that were left behind. But once he draws it out it doesnt work at all until his mom steps in and it uses Inkos soul to give him transmutation abilities. Her bodies still alive but slowly dies off leading to bakugo and midoriya to decide to train/eventually try human transmutation which if ya seen fullmetal dat bad

-they train under Yagi who is secretly the famous General All Might but he retired due to him losing his organs from trying to transmute his sensei

-aizawa is the badass ishvalan based off of Scar

-Bakugo is still a dick but he has a soft spot/is protective or Midoriya

-Bakugo is half ishvalan but you can only tell when ya see his red eyes, both his parents died when he was young so Inko raised him

-Hawks/Touya are in charge of them and are basically Roy/Riza

-Hawks is secretly a chimera creation developed by his father during the war but hides this with the help of Touya

-Shoto also works with them and is considered the perfect protegy (also crush/romance with Midoriya)

-Uraraka is Midoriya/Bakugos outmail person/a lil angel that Bakugo has a crush on

-Iida with automail legs

-Enji is a general who married an ishvalan woman (Rei) in an attempt at peace between nations before the war but that didnt work bc hes a violent dick

[princeescaluswords]

Fandom: "Scott should've just listened to Derek from the beginning!" Derek shouldn't have been so shady (ya know, the way you accuse Deaton of being) and maybe if he was like, consistently present, Scott could've but Derek stalked and assaulted and threatened him.

One of the things that frustrates me is how often parts of the fandom think in tropes, which isn’t bad in itself until they begin to think only in terms of tropes.  Doing this extracts a story from its details, renders a character down to only the expectations of the trope, and then generates fandom nonsense when actual plot and characterizations don’t follow tropes exactly.

At the beginning of Season 1, the introduction of Derek and his amazing good looks and what little backstory we got lead people to believe that he was going to be a Fallen Prince, a noble inheritor down on his luck that will reclaim his status, like Harry Potter.  He was also good looking and white, so he had to be the protagonist.

But Derek wasn’t a protagonist.  He wasn’t destined to rebuild the Hales.  He was an antagonist, but the fandom had already extracted him from the story, so the details of what was happening on the screen didn’t matter to their expectations.   That’s why they completely missed that he was an antagonist.

That’s why they interpret Derek stalking Scott to Lydia’s party in terms of tropes – Derek’s looking out for Scott.    They don’t take into account that if Derek could manhandle Scott the way he did in the first episodes, why not stop him from going to the party in the first place?   Because Derek didn’t stalk Scott on a full moon to protect him.  Derek was hoping the alpha who killed his sister would show up.  He was using Scott as bait, which was he also lured him out into the woods with Allison’s jacket.  

It’s for the same reason that Derek didn’t warn Scott about the alpha in Second Chance at First Line, when Derek attacked Scott in his bedroom.   Because Derek wasn’t doing it for Scott’s own good.  He wanted Scott to be unaware of the alpha, essentially bait, but also he didn’t want Scott to draw the attention of the hunters.    None of these actions were for Scott’s own good.

But that behavior didn���t fall within the confines of the Fallen Prince trope, so the fandom just ignored it.

Same with applying the supposed Best Boy archetype to Scott.   When is Scott the Best Boy ever in the story?  Yes, he’s moral, but he doesn’t start off a paragon of virtue.  Yes, he becomes a good alpha, but at the beginning he was clueless on how to fight and clueless on how to win.  He wasn’t selected by Peter because of his talents or virtues or his secret hidden inheritance.  He was a common dude who was in the wrong place and in the wrong time and had trouble adapting to what happened to him.

When you extract Scott into the Best Boy trope, of course he looks boring.  Tell me if this sounds like something you’ve heard in this fandom – “he gets the girl, he gets popular, people follow him.”  Except that’s not actually what happens in the show.  He doesn’t get the girl because he’s a werewolf – he loses the girl(s) because he’s a werewolf.  He never becomes a sports hero – we never see other team mates surrounding him like they surrounded Jackson, for instance, and he never wins the big game like Stiles or Liam do.  

This extraction is also the origin of the pervasive idea – not supported by the show – that Scott is against all killing by anyone ever.   He opposed being forced to kill to serve other’s agendas.   He opposed killing innocents like Lydia and the Dead Pool targets.  He opposes killing victims, like Jackson and the chimeras.  He didn’t object to killing Peter to correct the injustice done to him, and he didn’t object to Derek killing Peter beyond the fact that it was Derek going back on his word to him.  He didn’t throw a fit when Derek snapped the oni’s neck before they discovered that normal weapons wouldn’t kill them.  He didn’t object to Argent using an assault rifle on Berserkers and Kate Argent, Satomi killing that assassin in the hospital, or everyone gunning down rogue hunters in Monstrous.  

But the actual details of the show are unimportant when you’ve already turned everything into tropes.   By saying Scott’s a Best Boy, then he has to be against all killing everywhere, even when he never said that.  And thus it gets promulgated like a virus through fandom.  

It’s a disservice to characters like Derek and Scott and the actors and writers who breathed complexity into them.

[jemwolf]

Guardian

Soooo here’s a little Devil’s Nest!Sev oneshot that would not leave my brain! (Devil’s Nest Sev is the one with little wings and an automail leg who was taken in by Greed’s crew just in case ya' forgot!)

Will I continue this?? Idk maybe? Will I draw more scenes from this?? It's very likely.

tw for child abuse

-

The uneven sound of someone with automail walking around could be heard in Dublith one night. One of the chimeras from The Devil’s Nest was taking advantage of the darkness to take a stroll outside. This chimera wasn’t quite like the rest, however, this one walked comfortably on all fours and had a much more animal appearance than human.

It was Sev herself, happy to finally be given some time to herself. It was late enough at night that she could comfortably walk where she pleased without worry of anyone being awake to see her... or so she thought.

She padded around, humming softly to herself. Other than her own voice, the only other sound was the quiet tap, tap, tap, clank of her footsteps on the stone roads.

The little chimera had been thinking that perhaps she’d been out long enough and started to turn back towards the bar when she heard something unusual. Her ears twitched up and she stopped to listen better.

Voices. A man and a woman, from the sounds of it... they didn’t sound happy. Sev made to slink into an alley and head back to The Devil’s Nest when her sensitive ears picked up another sound. Crying. A child’s crying. Pleading, apologizing.

Her hackles raised as logic and instinct started arguing with each other in her head. Whatever the agreement they came to, Sev found herself running towards the voices.

With her speed, she got there in no time at all, just in time to see a woman raise her hand to strike a child, curses and insults on her and the accompanying man’s lips.

That simply would not stand.

With a noise akin to a barking laugh, the chimera made her presence known, launching herself towards the couple and the kid.

Startled, the humans looked over. In the dark, with only a few dim street lamps, the adults panicked at the sight of some creature laughing and making a break for them.

Sev threw herself between the adults and the child with a growl, long tail lashing and hackles raised as far as they would go, wings raised and feathers fluffed, eyes reflecting bright red in the small amount of light they caught.

The couple hesitated for only a moment, glancing at the child before apparently deciding they weren’t worth it and running.

Sev stood her ground until she was certain they weren’t coming back. Only then did she relax her stance and allow her fur to lie flat again. She turned to look over her shoulder at the kid.

He was still crying, and looked terrified, but he was sitting on the ground, clutching his leg with one hand and trying to wipe away tears with the other.

She backed away a couple of steps and sat down, curling her tail around her paws and lowering her head to appear non-threatening. Her nose twitched. She smelled blood. Sev had to bite back another angry growl at that realization.

“A-are you g-gonna hurt me t-too?” The kid whimpered.

Sev blinked almost comically shocked, and layed down to appear even less threatening.

“No,” she said, “Protect.”

“P-Protect...?” the kid echoed; he was still young enough that an animal talking seemed a perfectly reasonable thing.

Sev nodded, “I protect.”

The kid sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, “Are y-you an angel?”

Sev’s ears twitched in surprise and her small wings fluttered as she chuckled softly, “Don’t think so... You have name?”

The boy sniffled again and nodded, “I’m Walter...”

“Walter,” the chimera repeated, and she lifted a forepaw to her chest to gesture to herself, “Sev.”

“It’s n-nice to m-meet you, Sev,” Walter said.

Sev nodded a little at the greeting and scooted closer to the kid, “You hurt. Walk?”

He shook his head and his lip trembled, “My l-leg...”

Sev whined sympathetically and inched closer again to sniff at his leg. There was a big gash in it and Sev’s ears went back a bit before she softly licked the wound to clean it as best she knew how. Once it was as clean as she could get it, she licked the salty tears from Walter’s cheeks, making him giggle ever so slightly despite how much he hurt.

“We’ll stay. Friends will find me,” Sev told him before curling herself protectively around him.

He sniffled once again and nodded as he gently stroked her head, “Ok...”

Sev sighed and purred ever-so-slightly. Now they would wait.

-

“Hey, has Sev come back yet?”

Martel looked up at Dolcetto from the card game she was playing with a couple other chimeras, “I haven’t seen her. I’m sure she’s fine though.”

Dolcetto frowned, “She’s been gone a few hours now; I wouldn’t usually be concerned, but it’s almost time for sunrise and she knows better than to stay out in the daytime.”

Martel set down her cards and sat up slightly, “You think she’s in trouble?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “but I’m starting to get concerned.”

The snake chimera sighed and nodded, scooting her chair back and standing up, “Alright. Let’s go find her then.”

“Thanks Martel.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she pointed at the chimeras she’d been playing with, “I don’t trust you guys not to cheat while I’m gone, so I want you to know I was going to win anyways.”

She flipped over the cards she’d set on the table, revealing a royal flush. Martel and Dolcetto left the bar at the sound of their complaints.

-

Dolcetto followed Sev’s scent through the streets, quietly aware of the slowly lightening sky.

Martel had started to look worried as well, “What do you think happened?” she asked after it had been silent for a while.

“I don’t know,” Dolcetto replied, “but she wouldn’t stay out without good reason.”

They continued to follow the trail through Dublith.

“Scent’s getting stronger,” Dolcetto paused and took a couple hard sniffs, “...I smell blood.”

He and Martel looked at each other in worry before hurrying up in their search.

Despite how she looked and what she’d been through, Sev was still very much a kid. If she’d gotten hurt, there were going to be dire consequences for whatever caused it.

They turned another corner and they saw Sev. She was curled up around something, but she didn’t seem any worse for wear.

“Sev?” Dolcetto called softly.

Sev’s ears perked up and she lifted her head, “’Cetto! Martel!”

Though she’d greeted them, she didn’t get up. Dolcetto and Martel glanced at each other again before making their way over to her. Upon seeing a kid leaning on her shoulder, they both blinked in surprise.

“What uh... What’cha got there, Sev?” Martel asked.

“Walter,” she responded, “They hurt him. Help?”

They looked at the shivering kid. He didn’t look too good. Walter couldn’t have been older than six or seven, and he was covered in bruises and scrapes, not to mention that gash in his leg…

“Was sleepy,” Sev continued, “Won’t wake up.”

Martel frowned and crouched down beside her, “Sev... I don’t think-“

“We can try, can’t we?” Dolcetto interrupted, “I mean... he’s still breathing...”

The snake chimera gave him a Look, but at the sight of Sev’s hopeful gaze, she sighed and relented.

“Alright, we can try,” she gave a serious look to both Sev and Dolcetto, “but understand that there might not be anything we can do, okay?”

Sev whimpered, but nodded and carefully uncurled herself from around Walter.

Dolcetto stooped down to pick up the kid, and then the four of them made their way back to the bar.

[tactyl-ymon]

dnd session recap - Dragons and Divinity

Straight into it this time, because ya boy prewrote most of this just after the actual session which was still like a month ago. Score one for excessive note taking in advance for once.

We open the session with everyone exhaustedly rallying together between the centre portal and the camp to buy everyone time to secure the civilians and Sukaren shouting for all her men to evacuate back to the camp as the portals shudder back to life for the second time in a day and spews forth a new threat in the form of a Manticore and a Chimera that explode out towards the group blisteringly fast. A thrilling battle that I don’t have the energy to transcript ends with Septima having shifted into a giant anaconda and systematically breaks each of the chimera’s necks while Tornur ends the Manticore with a well placed firebolt as it was trying to escape, everyone silently watches as the Manticore drops from the sky and bounce off a nearby cliff into the ocean below. With everyone on edge, we worriedly wait for a couple minutes to make sure the portal is properly closed as Sukaren orders some of her men back out to pick up and begin harvesting the creatures that came through for parts. Eridol asks if they can get in on this because he has a burning need to take trophies and after a heated exchange Sukaren begrudgingly hacks off one of the chimera paws and throws a couple of Manticore barbs towards Emmi and Whisky as personal trophies and orders us all to get the hell out of her camp and not come back. Eager to not annoy the commanding dragonborn anymore than they need to everyone starts hobbling back towards their horses to head back to the keep, Septima confirming he saw what he needed to calculate how everyone fights together. As we make our way towards the large wooden gate that separates the military complex from freedom, we find ourselves surrounded by guards with several extremely large siege weapons pointed at us. With a collective shrug because of course this would happen, we are barred from leaving by several guardsmen who recognised Veiraen as a butcher who murdered multiple people on coming out of the portal so obviously we’re all criminals for being with him and need to face justice. Despite our pleas to just let us leave before Sukaren notices we’re still here and kills us, Veiraen is put into chains while we contact Core and ask if he could come out to confirm that we work for him. Core arrives, we get squared away while Sukaren takes notice of the only person she currently hates more than us and stomps over to totally not try to choke Core for entering her camp and after our customary prodding she confirm that something is happening with the portals, they let something else in. This gets Core's attention and him and Sukaren go to talk in private while we are finally let go to gather the horses and wait outside. On the way outside, Septima slows down from the group and animorphs into a gecko to go back to listen in on the conversation between Core and Sukaren, seeing Core try to appeal to her that they're working towards the same goal before the sorcerer notices the out of place gecko watching them. He tries to throw a magically imbued rock at the lizard but only succeeds in beaning the angry, armor plated dragonborn directly in front of him. Core feebly apologises before pointing out the lizard to Sukaren as well and with something that she can finally murder without getting a stern talking to from the council she draws her sword and starts advancing towards the gecko Seeing his chance to escape, Septima books it around a corner and into the dark tunnel out towards where we all are as he shifts back into himself before a hasted Core and Sukaren burst into the scene screaming something about a lizard and asking if anyone had seen it. A round of no's come back before Sukaren returns to the camp muttering things best not repeated and we all head back to Principium for various errands and to sleep. Whisky and Tornur head out to continue work on branding for the ale they're making back at the keep, Septima and Emmi return to our old barracks to rest along with Eridol's dog, Veiraen goes to make more poison with his new brewing partner and Eridol goes to speak with the owners of the city fight pits, the brieg brothers about a necklace he received as payment for his last fight along with questions about how it was made. Veiraen finds his brewing partner has expanded from just making poisons to also brewing elixers and potions for anyone who can pay. They discuss the fine art of business and killing people while finishing an elixer for an elderly couple and then another vial of bloodfire poison with the remaining materials Vaeraen had on him Eridol learns that one of the brieg brothers is also a follower of Tyr, one who sports an impressive gnome sized back tattoo of Tyr's holy symbol and scripture. This brother, Doug, is responsible for enchanting the death wards necklace that he received and after Eridol mentions that he had broken a connection to Bhaal on one of his travelling companions and was looking for a way to hide them from any future divine interference Doug takes him down to his workshop to begin the prayers and rites to change a ring of mind shielding that Eridol had taken from Drackuss into something that would also hide him from the divine. It takes four days of non stop prayer to layer the needed divinity into the item, ensuring that it would soak into the wearers soul as a shroud of protection. With that, we jump another 6 months into the future, Septima and Veiraen have created a viable and sustainable potion brewing company called "Gone today, here tomorrow" to outfit the military manning the portals, Whisky and Tornur have been selling their ale to anyone who would buy it as well as creating a mostly automated process that any of the keep staff could handle to maintain production for when we are away, Emmi had spent her time fishing and training with her new swords and Eridol spent his time refining his new ability to enchant divine magic into mundane items. Working with infusing divine light into glass rods to make what is basically fantasy glowsticks. In a dark prison cell somewhere in principium, for the first time in 13 months, intelligence and understanding return to Drackuss' eyes. Taking in his surroundings and the burst of memories that he can now process, he begins trying to break the chains holding him which alerts the guards who come to investigate. With a softly growled "Get Core" Drackuss informs them the feeblemind spell he has been under is broken, the guards tripping over themselves to get away from the prisoner and inform Core of what happened. Core arrives to talk to Drackuss, they discuss how Drackuss fell to Bhaal's incessant whispers and promises of power and that what he had done was still his choice to make in the end. His choice to kill a former ally to deepen the connection, his choice to listen to the messages Core and Eridol sent to try and get him back and not kill a child as bhaal wanted, his choice to try and kill another ally. Core mentions that Eridol had severed the connection to Bhaal and had been working on a safeguard to stop this happening again, they both agree that Eridol cares too much and that's what they like about him. Core leaves temporarily to inform the rest of Tacty'l Ymon and gets one of the guards to bring some stew for Drackuss as he hasn't been able to eat anything that wasn't baby food for the past year. After receiving the confirmation, Eridol gears up and goes to tell Veiraen that Drackuss is awake and wanted to speak, Eridol wants Veiraen to come as well before informing everyone else and they all set out for Principium. They all arrive at the cells Drackuss is being held at to see Core enter and remove the bindings from Drackuss' arms and while Eridol slinks to the back of the room, everyone else has their fill of berating Drackuss for the attempted murder and everything else. Drackuss takes it all in stride. Eridol steps forward and without actually looking at him begins telling Drackuss about how he was too powerful a divine champion to let fall into the hands of an evil god and how he's been working to break the connection between Drackuss and Bhaal before offering a choice, take the ring he helped enchant to make sure this never happens again, hide your presence from the gods to make sure that they cannot interfere with your search for power and be offered a chance to work away your crimes. Drackuss says he will accept the offer with one condition, when the time comes he would seek out Eridol's assistance to kill Bhaal. After a tense moment, Eridol accepts the terms and offers up the ring which Drackuss slides onto his finger, the magics taking hold in his soul and making him practically invisible to anything beyond the divine gate. Drackuss asks about his other rings Eridol took off him when he found them all in the feeble mind stupor. Eridol silently gives the family ring and ring of cold protection back to Drackuss and goes to leave, asking Core if he could see him outside when they're done.  With eridol's departure, Core lays out a rough plan for what happens next. Drackuss will remain in solitary confinement for the next month or two to finish his sentence before being enrolled as a combatant on the front lines to protect the country against whatever comes out of the portals for an undisclosed period. Once confirmed, everyone filters out of the prison and Core goes to talk to Eridol. Eridol tells Core that he's paid his debt to Drackuss and doesn't want to see the dragonborn again, but when Core trusts him enough to outfit him in armor and weapons that he would need something and gives Drackuss' tarnished flametongue longsword to the sorcerer to put with whatever remains of the armaments Core had waiting for him. Core takes the sword and nods as Eridol turns and begins leading everyone back to the spooky fun bone room to talk to the skeleton they all found when the tower arrived. Everyone dings to level seven after a quick break for emotions and they set off to talk to a skeleton loudly proclaiming how much Eridol loves this sort of thing to Eridol's general dismay. After a grossed out eridol casts speak with the dead on the bones they learn more about the Slyph and the world outside Osteria. Namely that of the three destinations they've been told of Jaunted Pillars would be the safest and that the skeleton used to be a wizard named Falfer Osman, this triggers a memory for Septima. He knew Falfer back when they came through the portals together so many years ago with a third. They ask the wizards skeleton what were the names of everyone who travelled with them to Ostaria and receive confirmation that Septima was there along with another, Fulgür. With the magic depleted, Septima begins describing his original travelling companions, he can't remember what Fulgür looked like and when he tries it is just an ever changing mass of features, but Falfer was a halfling with curly hair and glasses which matches the description of the local shop owner who had disappeared several months ago from one of the magic shops Veiraen and the rest would frequent. But he's been dead for centuries so the standard Tacty'l Ymon freakout begins, was he a ghost all along? Some kind of changeling? 3 goblins in a trenchcoat? we may never know. Septima has the idea to try and cast locate person but with it's limited range and our landlocked speeds, nothing initially shows up. Another idea is had, Septima has the ability to transform into an eagle and with Eridol concentrating on the locate spell they could cover most of the small country in under a week. Eridol protests, mentioning his general fear of heights before someone reminds him of the featherfall ring he's got on that would stop him from becoming a gnome pancake if he fell. With no other defence, eridol pouts before agreeing. Everyone sets back to the keep while Core helps set up the optimal search pattern for Septima and Eridol. The two set out and spend several days with Septima acting like a flying taxi for the terrified gnome cleric before they finally get a ping, near the top of a mountain far to the south of the country. Septima glides in towards the mouth of a cave and they see what had pinged the spell. A large adult bronze dragon frantically carving things into the stone at the back of the cave before it digs its claws into its head and temporarily reverts to the halfling form we were searching for, this happens again and again while Septima and Eridol look on horrified. Eridol asks Septima what they should do, they can't fight a dragon on their own, before they can say anything else the dragon reacts to Septima's name, violently turning and stalking towards us. Septima asks Eridol to not mention what he's about to see to anyone as he drops his hood and mask, showing his wooden warforged face for the first time since joining the group and calling out to the dragon like old friends. This gets the dragons attention and it stops charging towards us before clawing at it's head again and shifting back to the halfling momentarily before returning to it's draconic form. While Septima tried to sooth his friend, Eridol decided he had to do something, mentioning he had an idea and for Septima to trust him. With septima's blessing he announced himself to the dragon and started moving forward, reciting a prayer and asking for Fulgür to cooperate he attempted to dispel whatever magic was affecting the dragon. After failing and realising the nature of the magic was more akin to a curse from the fey Eridol tries again, this time praying for Tyr to help him remove the affliction. Not wanting to see his friend in any more pain, Septima helps guide Eridol's hand. As vines and flowers weave through Eridol's armor from Septimas' connection with nature to help guide the divine energy into Fulgür, Eridol breathes and opens himself up fully to Tyr's divine energy for the third time in his life. Willing it through himself and into the dragon. cleansing the dragons curse and as a reward for his continued dedication, Tyr claims another sliver of Eridol's soul. The magic fades and for the first time in centuries, Fulgür the adult bronze dragon is himself again. He takes flight into the thunderstorm that had set in and enjoys his freedom as Septima thanks Eridol and Eridol, still reeling from Tyr's gift, numbly mentions that it was the right thing to do. They watch Fulgür twist and dance in the sky in silence until he lands, thanking them both before Septima asks why he was using the form of their friend and after Fulgür's prompting, about the tower we had found and the issues with the portals we had witnessed. We settle in for a lore dump. Ostaria was created to be a prison of sorts, located behind a protective barrier outside the material plane, an amalgamation of chunks of different countries with one entrance through the carcare tree portals and a now not so hidden exit should things get too bad. About a hundred years into their stay, a culling of the population was needed, with Falfer doing the deed before dying from the lingering effects of the magic. Unable to find their friend, Septima shut down and Fulgür began using Falfer's appearance as a way to monitor the remaining people trapped here without giving away his nature, over time he began forgetting who he was and believing that he had always been Falfer. With the rituals completed to reopen the tower, Fulgür states that we had set a series of events in motion that required action to ensure that the country does not tear itself to shreds when the barrier drops. With the time we had already taken to complete the rituals, there was little more than 11 months remaining. We all agree that the rest of the group needs to be told and Eridol contacts Core to get to the keep along with anyone who isn't already there and Septima and Fulgür work out the best way to traverse the sizable distance back to the keep. Flying is obviously the best option, but Fulgür being the proud dragon that he is refuses to carry us on his back, to end the discussion he reverts back to his halfling form. A spell is cast to let them all fly, once again against Eridols wishes because at least last time there was something to hold onto and he could shut his eyes to concentrate on the locator spell. After a brief prodding from Septima and Fulgür, Eridol psyches himself up, he just faced down a dragon and helped break it from a centuries old curse, this was nothing. With laughter and vaguely gnome shaped screams, they set off through the storm. Septima and Fulgür deciding to have a race like old times and Eridol not wanting to spend any more time in the air also partaking. They rocket through the air, each trying to slow down or stop the others in their tracks, Septima throws up a wall of wind to stop the smaller two and with a laugh shoots into first place. As they continue to trade spells and places for the winning spot, Fulgür waits will the last moment and dispels the fly spell on Eridol, making him fall short of the finish line by about 20 feet as both Fulgür and Septima secure an easy win between them. We wait for everyone to arrive in our war room and as everyone fills in Fulgür questions Septima and Eridol on how much everyone can be trusted. With a small "I trust everyone in this room with my life" from Eridol and affirmation from Septima, Fulgür mentions he should show them something before continuing so that they will know he tells the truth. Everyone filters outside and in an instant the halfling form is dissipated and the intimidating frame of an adult dragon stands before everyone. Cue the freak outs from everyone, especially Veiraen at the implication that he basically brought a magic hand grenade into a shop run by a massive dragon and oh god that could have ended so poorly. After everyone calms down, Fulgür turns to Core and they share a moment, the gigantic head of the bronze dragon swooping down to rest in front of the Draconic sorcerer as Fulgür recognises something inside Core. Whatever they seemingly shared was too much for Core and our government sanctioned patron teleported 500 ft away and started running back to town, away from Eridol's confused yells about needing to talk to everyone. With the remainder of Tacty'l Ymon still here, Fulgür began explaining what needed to be done next to safeguard Ostaria and to bring down the barrier to the material plane. We would need to enter the portal between realms to find a key and break it. Those of us touched by magic would have no issues using the Slyph, but those without would need something cast on them as a safety to avoid being ... consumed by the Slyph. Emmi speaks up at this point as one of the few unable to cast magic which gets Fulgürs attention, he remarks with a sad smile that she looks a lot like her father, a sea captain of high renown, which Emmi refutes. No, her father was a noble who never spent time on the seas. Confused, Fulgür peers into Emmi and notices traces of the same magic that had kept him a prisoner in his own mind. Asking Eridol if he can break this curse as well. Without hesitation, Eridol moves up to Emmi and asks her if this would be alright and with confirmation he begins reciting his prayer to remove whatever curse is holding Emmi. With Septima's vines and flowers once again creeping over his armor and guiding his hand, Eridol has just enough energy to weaken the bindings enough for Emmi's real memories to come to the surface and shatter the curse that had been put on her. Emmi begins remembering her life growing up on the ocean, with her father, the captain of the Shepard and her Mother, her mentor and now member of the ruling council, Sharona. She remembers the laughter and love they all shared and she remembers when the shepard sank. They had been travelling out to sea, along a thin strip of ocean said to funnel out of ostaria, when it happened. The barrier was coming down on them, with moments to spare, her father had flung Sharona and Emmi outside the effects of the barrier and towards the back of the ship. Like a match, the ship splintered and broke where the barrier forced itself down and in an instant the ships bow is ejected into the horizon, taking her father and several crew members with it. The remaining parts of the boat shot back from the force of the barrier, now unbalanced began to upturn and break away. It is a miracle that any survive at all to make it back to land. Whatever remains of the ship sinks to the sea floor in pieces. Emmi spends the most of her teenage years stealing or commandeering whatever floating thing she can get her hands on, desperately trying to make her way out to find her father despite her mother's pleas for her to stop. Sharona can't bear to lose Emmi as well. In a fit, Sharona calls on one of her friends, a wizard currently residing in Principium with curly bronze hair and glasses to help protect them both from the heartache of loosing the beloved captain. A spell is cast on them both. Memories shift and drift away like dreams, Emmi's family shifted to a noble household that she can acutely remember, a life spent dreaming of adventures and pirates and a calling to the ocean that left her disowned and a runaway. A life then spent working under the tutelage of Sharona, her mentor and definitely not her mother. The spell ends and Emmi unable to process everything stammers out a response and turns back to the keep to drink and collect her thoughts. Fulgür, apologises and starts back towards the city, there is much to prepare if they are to succeed in protecting the country and it's inhabitants. We end the session with Septima walking his friend back through the forest towards Principium, talking of times long past. Tornur returning to his brewing workshop to tinker with the machines and Whisky, Veiraen and Eridol all meeting outside Emmi's room, with booze, distractions and companionship to help their hurting friend.