#Advanced Treasure Hunting

[ismailfazil1-blog]

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[the-pigeon-queen]

Obsessed with your ghost takes. Give me more headcanons I beg. I’m on my knees. Let us see but a fraction of the beauty in your mind.

Truly I am honored and I'm happy to provide :]

Sorry for the delay, I had to cook these up

Again, per usual, these are just personal head cannons :0 And I got 10 for each papa and for ghouls!

Copia:

Grew up doing acrobatics and ballet to be more like his Auntie, Marika. He chose to focus on ballet pretty early on.

Referred to Markia as Auntie but Mr. Psaltarian as Mr. Psaltarian.

Has a complicated relationship with his emotionally distant father figure, Mr. Psaltarian, but an even more complicated one with his actual father, Nihil

Marika babied him - grew up a little spoiled

The 666 mark on his chest is a birthmark lol not a tattoo

Has a lot of mobile games on his phone, and he has used the company card to make microtransactions for them

Picked up boxing because he was a little insecure about his arms and to stay 'fit' as he says

Executive dysfunction - eventually the stress of doing a task trumps his procrastination. When he does work, he does it well - he did get 2nd best employee of the month, after all

Prefers sci-fi to fantasy, with Star Wars being his favorite. He has models of all the different space ships in Star Wars. And a lightsaber (canonically)

Has pet rats (this is cannon to me across all AU's, I can't help it)

Perpetua:

Raised as an orphan in the catholic church after being kidnapped as a baby (will it be cannon? 👀 we'll see)

They were convinced he was possessed by the devil, and they performed multiple exorcisms on him there. Each one was traumatic, for obvious reasons.

One common punishment was having his knuckles/hands smacked - that's why he wears gloves/metal gauntlets, it makes him feel safer.

The mask, too, is worn because its comforting to hide behind it. He only takes it off when he has to.

He's trans. He goes by he/him but still doesn't confirm to any gender roles, especially not when it comes to fashion. He wears anything he wants. This includes the claws.

Whereas Copia has issues maintaining eye contact, Perpetua is the opposite. He stares. A lot. It is unnerving after a while.

His natural smile just happens to be very toothy and very wide.

Genuinely desires familial connections, and desperately wants to meet and befriend his twin, who he looks up to.

Has not confronted how he feels about the Ministry only seeking him out when he was needed for something. Right now, he's just happy to be wanted.

Has a pet bat :) no, it doesn't have rabies. Probably.

Primo:

Hates Nihil the most out of any of the siblings. He really brings a 'kill your dad' energy to the function (or a kill your older brother energy, take your pick)

Collects ancient occult or 'cursed' books. He has a copy of the Necronomicon. One of his most precious treasures is a copy of the Codex Gigas. He is currently hunting down a copy of the 'King and Yellow' because it's not a cognito hazard, people just don't get it like he does.

His mother was a witch - it's where he picked up a flair for gardening and tea. And bones. And magic.

He's an alchemist. Self-taught, and good at it.

Definitely had a homunculus at some point

Made a deal with an undisclosed demonic entity to keep his hair into his advanced age (I just like long hair Primo,,,)

Also hates the executives that run the Ministry. He has a strict idea of how the cult should be run and is endlessly frustrated that he doesn't have more say in its activities.

The executives in the Ministry fear him - no one knows what is keeping him in line, because it's obvious he would and probably could unleash some real harm to them.

Loves Secondo and Terzo dearly. He cared for them as if they were his own children when they were younger and loves them still. Game night started at his request.

As soon as he met Copia and Perpetua, he knew they were related, and he does his best to make the two feel welcome.

For more Primo headcanons, check out a previous post: {Unhinged Primo}

Secondo:

Can and does make pasta from scratch. He bought an extruder and everything.

He's actually a good cook - the only one in the family

People think he's a big, scary dog guy, when he's actually a purse dog guy. (I was making a comic about this but) He adopted a small, fluffy dog, and it wears a spiked collar and a pink bow. He walks it with one of those big, fake chains. Her name is Psycho Killer and he's training her to attack Terzo's ankles.

He recognized the Ministry suffered from same corruption he criticized in the catholic church - but is unable to do anything about it.

Only grew bitter when he realized how powerless he actually was within the Clergy.

He partied so hard as Papa as a way to sort of get back at the Clergy - but it was also a coping mechanism.

Considers himself a fine connoisseur of whiskey, and he is. He's got fancy tasting glasses and everything.

Same with cigars.

He also enjoys a good cocktail, too, though, and can mix a good drink. He's a good bartender.

Actually pretty good at pool/Billiards and darts. He's terrible at UNO, though - absolutely terrible.

Terzo:

Actually an introvert.

After parties, he has to have quiet alone time (this alone time can include Omega)

Enjoys reading - everything from dense books about ethics to trashy romance novels.

Absolute cinephile. He will host viewings of historic/rare/obscure films, and he will provide a slideshow presentation before the viewing. There is a mandatory discussion after.

He's a very talented visual artist - prefers black and white charcoal and graphite work.

Genuinely wanted to take over the world with the Clergy and turn it into his idea of a utopia. Unfortunately, the Clergy didn't like his vision, didn't like how comfortable he was getting with them, and didn't like how ambitious he was.

Once removed from Papacy, he realized how powerless he actually was within the Clergy, and grew even more reclusive, for a time.

Was insecure about his height when he was younger, but came to accept it, and is now perfectly fine with being a "short king."

Thoroughly enjoys messing with Secondo. The two bicker and tease each other all the time.

Keeps in contact with his Polish mother :)

Ghouls:

A ghoul's mask is a physical representation of their contract, but it also helps them maintain a humanoid form.

They can remove the mask, but only for brief periods of time.

If they remove their mask for too long, their magic will begin to destabilize, and they will inevitably revert back into a feral, demonic monster.

They do not have to eat or sleep, nor do they reproduce sexually

However, their physical bodies are 'equipped' to experience all the pleasures of the mortal realm (food, sleep, pleasure) It's a perk of the job.

The physical upkeep of their corporeal forms is dependent on emotional/mental state (can only be injured when emotionally compromised, only show scars if there are negative memories associated with it, ect.)

Musical ability is directly linked to their magic, so it's linked to their element, so it's linked to their emotional state.

This incentivizes the ministry to keep them happy.

They are forbidden from sharing any knowledge of heaven/hell/life after death with humans.

Unlike demons, they don't have true 'names.' It's up to the summoner to give them one.

[solemnvelvetangel]

"Everybody wants a piece of you..." - Jealousy head cannons pt. 2

Characters Included: Osamu Dazai, Michizo Tachihara, Nikolai Gogol

Content warning: Mention of a gun in Nikolai's section

When you forget to post on tumblr for almost a year lmao.

___

“It just isn’t fair, what you put in the air. I don’t wanna’ share…”

Osamu Dazai

This man is into you.

Like… really into you.

I strongly believe that once Dazai truly falls for someone, that person will be the only one for him.

He’s had plenty of fleeting romances and flings, but you’re his first serious relationship. His first love. The first person he has ever let in. The first person to still love him despite all of his faults.

Because of that, you’re the light of his life, and he will do anything to keep you.

Despite his goofy and nonchalant demeanor, Dazai is very much a jealous man.

He doesn’t mind someone touching you, as long as it is completely platonic.

He doesn’t mind people being attracted to you. After all, you’re beautiful, of course there would be people who appreciate your looks and personality. Little crushes never hurt anyone, anyway…

However, it’s if they choose to act upon their crush and make advances on you that strikes a nerve with him.

Naturally, Dazai craves closeness with you. If anyone openly threatens the bond that you share, he gets protective.

In other words: he is deeply offended by the sheer audacity of someone coming on to his lover knowing that you’re with him.

Most would tend to think he’s whiny and loud with his jealousy, but he’s the opposite.

He shows his feelings of jealousy so subtly, you almost wouldn’t notice a difference in his demeanor.

Almost…

He’ll purse his lips, crack his knuckles and neck (a nervous habit of his), he’ll shift closer to you, he might interject into the conversation and try to change the subject.

He’ll only say something if you’re clearly uncomfortable or the person is upsetting you somehow.

As much as he’s jealous, he doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s trying to take away your autonomy.

He values your good opinion, and he wants nothing more than for you to feel safe and comfortable.

“I’m sorry if I get protective, need these boys to get the message…”

Michizo Tachihara

Tachihara is naturally protective of people he cares for, but he’s most protective of you.

He’s seen a lot of messed up stuff during his time as a Hunting Dog and being undercover in the Port Mafia, so he has always felt unsafe one way or another.

You were the first person he felt truly safe around.

Because both of his jobs are so demanding, he often fears that you’re unsatisfied with what little time you can spend together.

You best believe that he tries his damn hardest though. He puts a lot of effort into your relationship.

A lot of times he feels that your bond is delicate like a fraying thread, it could snap at any minute.

So when he feels someone is trying to get in between the two of you, they’re immediately on his radar.

Honestly, Tachihara will only notice if someone is interested in you when they’re being upfront and very flirtatious towards you.

Tachihara becomes a guard dog when anyone tries to get too close for his liking.

Typically he will just give dirty looks or throw in a few sassy remarks if someone hits on you in front of him.

If it goes on for a while, Tachihara can and will be aggressive.

His mindset is: “If you keep hitting on my partner, I’ll just take it as an invitation to beat your ass.”

He can and will fight people who disrespect you or your relationship.

“I get reckless, I’m obsessive. I’m pathetic and possessive…”

Nikolai Gogol

Oh, good lord…

This man is obsessed.

How can he not be? You allow him to be himself and let him have his fun.

You’re also the first person he has formed a genuine bond with, so he treasures you like a lost man in a desert treasures an oasis.

He’s very, very attached to you.

He always wants your attention, so anyone who takes up your time is often met with some hostility.

Depending on his mood, he will be passive-aggressive or he will be straight aggressive

He knows that you love him and would never cheat, he just doesn’t trust other people.

He also just doesn't like when your attention is on someone else for long periods of time (he's kind of an attention whore).

He can and will force himself between you and whoever you're talking to that's making him jealous.

“Why, hello! I'm Nikolai, their partner. And who might you be? What's your name?”

He will ask them a lot of questions and have a very unsettling smile on his face while doing so.

This is in hopes that they will get really uncomfortable and walk away.

When it comes to situations like this, he will use his mischief-making tendencies to his advantage.

He will find many ways to inconvenience them.

There's nothing stopping him from opening a portal above their head and dumping a bottle of ginger ale on their head.

Or, depending on how fiercely and shamelessly they were flirting with you, pointing a gun at them.

He's a little trigger happy when it comes to you.

[strawberry-bubblef]

hiii could i ask for headcanons for pomefiore with a s/o fem who loves to sing and dance flamenco? It's like her strong point sjsbjs and to get some coins at school she even made like a mini presentation where at the end the students who liked the presentation would give her some coins :')) I'm sorry if it's a bit long jdbdj but it would be something like that ~ thanks in advance ^^

Pomifiore with a flamenco dancer s/o

Vil Schoenheit

The lights are low in the auditorium, but a single spotlight follows your every move as your heels strike the stage with rhythmic force. The shawl you wear flows like flame, every twist of your body controlled, powerful. You’re performing for the school’s little fundraiser showcase, and the coins clink into the box at your feet with each dramatic pause.

Vil watches from the first row, arms crossed, expression unreadable,until the performance ends.

When the crowd claps, he rises slowly, walking backstage with practiced elegance.

“You’ve improved your balance,” he says without preamble. His eyes meet yours with that usual intensity. “The precision in your wrist flicks,it was captivating. But your posture during the zapateado was off by exactly two degrees. Fix that.”

You’re used to his critiques, but then he does something rare: he reaches out and adjusts your posture with his hands, gently, guiding your spine with his fingertips. His voice softens.

“Still... I couldn’t look away. You’re stunning when you dance.”

You feel warmth bloom in your chest. Vil may strive for perfection, but you’ve found he treasures raw passion too,especially when it’s yours.

Rook Hunt

The courtyard is bathed in golden afternoon light, warm and honeyed, the perfect stage for your impromptu performance. You’ve laid down a piece of wood to protect your heels from the stone path, the castanets in your fingers clicking in perfect rhythm. Your body moves with grace and power, the sway of your hips hypnotic, your expression commanding.

Rook had promised he wouldn’t come today,he wanted to “preserve the mystery,” as he put it.

But you feel his presence before you even hear him.

When the final beat echoes and you dip into a dramatic pose, you spot the flash of his feathered hat behind the ivy-covered columns.

“Rook Hunt,” you call, turning with mock sternness, “You said you’d stay away.”

He strides toward you unabashedly, clapping slowly, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “Ma colombe ardente! You cannot expect me to resist such an irresistible performance. You are a storm of passion, a tempest in human form!”

You can’t help laughing. “You're lucky the students liked it,I made enough to afford actual lunch.”

He steps closer, lowering his voice to a theatrical whisper. “Forget lunch. I would pay a hundred coins just to witness your dance again. No stage, no crowd. Just us.”

You tilt your head. “You like watching me that much?"

“Mais oui. It is the raw truth in your movement, the soul in your song. You wear your spirit like a crown, and I—” he pauses, placing a hand over his heart dramatically, “—am but your loyal admirer. Helpless.”

You roll your eyes fondly, knowing that behind the poetry and theatrics, Rook means every word.

“I’ll let you be my private audience,” you offer, smiling. “But you bring the lunch next time.”

“Deal,” he says, already bowing low like a knight before a queen. “C’est un honneur.”

Epel Felmier

It’s nearly dusk when you find an empty classroom with a smooth wooden floor,perfect for some practice. You set up your music, lace your flamenco shoes, and start slow. The rhythm builds, and soon you’re stomping, spinning, singing under your breath. Every step echoes your strength. Every beat carries your pride.

You don’t notice Epel until you finish.

He’s standing awkwardly by the doorway, holding a bottle of apple juice and a little wrapped snack. His mouth is slightly open like he’s unsure what to say.

“That was... dang,” he mumbles finally. “That was real good.”

You grin, catching your breath. “You spying on me again?”

“I wasn’t spying!” he says quickly, cheeks red. “I was passing by, and then I saw you start dancing, and... I couldn’t look away.”

He shuffles closer, fiddling with the juice. “You looked strong. Not just pretty, but like... fierce. Like you’d knock someone out with a heel if they talked trash.”

You burst out laughing. “I have stepped on someone once.”

“I knew it!” He grins proudly like that’s the coolest thing ever. “No wonder the guys in my dorm say you’re kinda scary.”

“Scary?” you repeat, raising a brow.

“In a hot way!” he adds, panicking. “Like, badass scary!”

You laugh again, heart light. He sets down the juice and suddenly steps forward, puffing his chest out.

“Teach me?” he asks. “Just one step. I wanna be able to dance with you next time. Even if it’s just the basic stuff.”

You take his hand and guide him, showing him the footwork slowly. He messes up, almost trips, but doesn’t stop trying.

As the sun sets behind the windows, you two move awkwardly together in rhythm,a tiny, clumsy duet but one that makes you smile more than any stage performance ever has.

English is not my first language !

[kit-williams]

Leandros

I love him so fucking much

I really do blame space marine two

tw: some smut

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae

@sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina @the-californicationist

@beckyninja @superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon

thank you to @bispecsual for helping me brainstorm for this as half of this is her help with her lovely brain worms

thanks to @squishyowl for the ultramarine borders

And special thanks to @kumratart for their recent pictures of Chaplain Quintus to actually to get me to write about Leandros he has been hunting me for so fucking long

There was a Chaplain named Quintus of the noble second company of the Ultramarines... who had fallen in love with a serf under his care. He had so desperately wished that she was the one actively and eagerly seducing him so that he could reject her advances and dismiss any temptations that she offered him. But no it was not like that she simply existed. She existed for many many years in service to maintaining the second company chapel. A rare honor for mortals in this sacred space for only Astartes.

She helped craft the ornate candles that burned during his sermons and other special days, having an eye for detail that he lacked and delicate hands for delicate work. She was far too friendly and smiled too much at his brothers when they came to seek his help. The feelings that flaired in his chest whenever he would watch her talk with his brothers, parroting his sermons, smiling at them... the nasty possessive feelings in his chest when he would find them knelt before her with their head in her lap as she offered them comfort in such a painfully human way.

Though there was a panic he held when he had caught Lieutenant Titus having her attention and all she said of her interaction with him was, He's good hearted but sad... I hope he feels better soon. He was her shadow in a way she either she did not say anything about it or was oblivious to his presence with her. Having watched her pray time and time again with a simple metal Aquila and feeling jealous of the metal when she would bring it to her lips to kiss as she prays. Oh those ravenous thoughts of his that rush through his mind of wishing to know what her lips feel like against the metal... would she whisper such devoted words to him? In his deepest most fevered thoughts he wonders if her lips are as soft as they look, curled around holy words and warming the frigid gold of her rosary. Pressing such words against his own lips and reverent, supplicant kisses to his skin.

"Chaplain Quintus I've finished the tasks assigned to me. Is there anything more you need of me?" She says tilting her head with a smile on her lips that from this angle were unobscured by her hood and she was smiling at him. She smiled at everyone he reminded himself but he treasured those smiles greedily. 

"No." Please stay with me longer... he so desperately wanted to say... but instead what came out was, "Do you wish to pray together?" 

He swears he could see her eyes light up and once more that smile of hers... "Yes. I would like that my lord." 

It would have to do for now...

Her voice fluttered like a soft sigh compared to his passioned sermons... but he knew how she was with him. She hung on each word. Her hands clench tightly together as she was as caught up in her fervent passions that he could incite into his brothers... how her eyes glittered under her hood as she watched. But here with just the two of them her voice was not drowned out by the calls of his brothers.

He touches her without speaking untying the rosary around her hip. The panic jump of her heart as her hands shake with forcing herself to remain clasped together and to not question the good chaplain. He pulls out something he had been working on for her and wraps it around her hip instead. Her Rosary and the Aquila on her person was lacking in his eyes... he opens her hands, silently wishing that he could feel the flesh of her hands against his as he placed the hand carved aquiline eagle into her hands as its talons clutched the ultramarine omega. She deserved to be draped in the symbols of the chapter.

The gasp that leaves her lips as she runs her fingers over the eagle's breast, all carved by his own hands. "My lord Quintus... it's beautiful."

"It is far more befitting of your station as my personal serf and the Prioress of this chapel to have this." He swallows the lump in his throat as he pulls off his helm, placing it on the stone in front of them. She had adverted her gaze, to respect his station as Chaplain. He gently moved her chin up to have her gaze at him, "You may call me Leandros when we are alone..."

He savored the way she spoke his name. Of course she would say his name he was the chaplain and her master. But... How she said it sighing with a smile as she prayed for his protection because that's how often he heard her say it... No he did not lurk outside of the prioress' room near the chapel... He certainly could not hear the wet churning and the way his lip curled back as he ran his tongue over the top of his mouth tasting the air... He certainly did not hear her whimper out his old name in a climax.

His eyes did not dilate when she opened the door... he was done with this ritual of listening to her reach that completion moaning his name. Swapping between Quintus and Leandros... he was tired of returning to his room and pleasuring that sinful flesh of his until it hurt.

He did not purposfully cause her such bodily betrayal by doing things that she subconsciously enjoyed... the way his voice would dip lower with her... his hands, though armored, would brush away phantom candle ash or fix the 'skewed' rosary on her hip. Though tonight was a blessed night as she had tripped and his hand shot out wrapping around her waist, his armored thumb resting under her breasts and the rest of his hand splayed out over her stomach. He pulled her back to him asking if she was alright... and she was quite flustered.

She looks up at him opening the door as she tries to remain calm in her post climax haze as her legs feel weak and her robes disheveled.

"My lord what do you need?"

"I heard my name." Leandros speaks wearing robes and a cloth covering over his face.

She pales before clearing her throat, "I can assure you Lord Quintus that I had not said your name and when I had it was during prayer."

She was ill prepared for him to rush into her room and close her door, "You cried out Leandros. And I can smell the stench of sex upon you."

She shook afraid of what was going to happen as she stuttered and tried to explain, he did not want that and simply pulled her into a kiss as their hands quickly pulled and tugged at their robes leaving bare flesh against flesh.

His hips stopped with a shutter as his seed sputtered into her warm opening. She panted clearly tired from their bodily union. She gently moved him out going to collect something to clean the both of them with. Leaving Leandros to another internal panic… what had he done? He caved to the temptations of the flesh and while he felt better no longer feeling that gnawing craving… he had dragged her into this. He had sullied her with his wanton longings… he had overstepped the bounds in being her master and her being his charge to partake in the mortal decadence. "Do you wish for me to clean you my Lord?" She asked but there was such a difference as she said my Lord it was in that tone she took when instructing him during the copulation. His eyes focused on the bruising that would be hidden under her tunic as she walked with a slight limp and yet her mouth still curved into a smile.

"Yes." He said as she offered him some water placing his mouth on the rim of the cup where hers had been once again feeling as if he was pressing his tongue against her mouth again. He could feel the damp cloth against his cock as she cleaned him.

"I suppose this was a one time thing that you needed?" She asks.

He is silent for awhile... "I am unsure." There was nothing in the Codex Astartes about this and this was not the clear degeneracy of Slaaneshi corruption... he was certain that if it was he would want more of it so why did he feel shame.

"Master Leandros?" His eyes darted to her now concerned face, "Are you alright?"

And for the first time in a long time… he was honest with himself, "No… no I don't think I am." And he melted into her embrace as her fingers moved over the top of his head brushing his short hair as she tried in her very human way to soothe him.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Yes,more please!

More Yandere Beast stuff? At your service, three short headcanons for each one

SHADOW MILK

Has one specific Pure Vanilla puppet that he treasures and never brings any harm to. It's the most well-crafted and detailed one of all. He calls it his Mini Silly-Vanilly and he makes it and the puppet he also made of himself kiss and do NSFW things

Tries to be A Bro™️ and help his fellow yanderes win over their respective loves. He eggs them on when they feel like ranting and raving about their love lives (or maybe he just likes gossip and drama idk), helps mastermind courting plans, gives romantic advice of dubious quality, solicited and not (mostly not). His help gets mixed reactions. Tough crowd :/

Already planned their wedding way in advance, but keeps making changes because he's always hit with new inspiration (making them playfully chase each other all the way up the stairs of the Spire of Truth and Deceit, and publicly executing their enemies in increasingly ridiculous ways are staying put, though)

ETERNAL SUGAR

Got Shadow Milk to make her a Hollyberry body pillow. It's nice, but she ended up tired of it really quickly. She wants the real Hollyberry to snuggle and squeeze and use as a pillow. (She still uses the body pillow though)

Would very much like to steal Holly's dresses and wear them herself, even if they might not fit. Would also like a lock or two of her hair to put in a necklace, or make into a bracelet, or weave into the strings of her harp (wtf lol)

Has mastered dozens of love songs on her harp, both written and composed by others and by she herself, all to be played and sung to Holly. A significant portion of them are very dark and unsettling, but she either doesn't notice or doesn't care

MYSTIC FLOUR

Once thought of the concept of playing "strip Go" (like strip poker, just with Go) with Dark Cacao. No one has ever seen her turn so red before. She immediately barricaded herself in her room and did not come out for almost a whole week

Keeps replaying that moment where he was beaten and on his knees and she was caressing his cheek, tempting him to look up and into her eyes, in her mind over and over and over and over and over and over again. It has practically tattooed itself to the insides of her eyelids. She can't make it stop nor does she want to

Ends up wandering along the exact same path through the mountains that Cacao took while he was lost and alone whenever she leaves the Ivory Pagoda. Some deranged part of her insists that she might find him again if she keeps looking, and the other, equally deranged parts of her seem to agree...

BURNING SPICE

Absolutely fucking loses his shit if and when any of the Wild Spices speak ill of Golden Cheese at all. He can roast her all he wants, but the second anyone else tries, he 180s to "KEEP MY WIFE'S NAME OUT YO FUCKIN MOUTH" mode

Is so out of his goddamn mind that he's already attuned himself to both Golden's aura and her scent, so he can literally track her and hunt her down like a ravenous animal no matter where she goes. He is a predator in the truest sense of the word

Also often fantasizes about marrying Golden, like how Milk wants to marry Vanilla. But what he thinks the most about is the wedding night... and the night after that, too. And the night after that. Every night is going to be their wedding night, once he gets his hands on her... Every single fucking night

SILENT SALT

Keeps trying to write White Lily letters and poems detailing his feelings. They keep coming out wrong (aka they are extremely long and rambling, not to mention fucking weird and creepy), so he keeps throwing them away and starting over repeatedly

Has considered learning magic to impress Lily, but can't get the hang of it. (Has also tried to brew a love potion for her, but can't get the hang of that, either)

He never takes that helmet off, but his stare is nevertheless so damn pointed and downright oppressive that Lily can sense whenever he's watching her, even if he's dozens of feet away and she can't even spot where he is. He comes out when she asks him to, at least...

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

Y'know how a lot of people didn't know that the scavengers were humans when they first read the series? So... I personally did realize it right away, but I also had another crazy thought.

When I first read wof, I thought that scavengers were literally us, as of the 21st century. Like, those strange little dens that the dragons wonder about? They're actually modern homes equipped with internet, electricity, running water, any and every essential that's currently in your house right now.

So while the dragons are stuck in medieval times with a complete lack of technological advancement, the scavengers are cooped up at home binge-watching whatever's on TV, eating microwave dinners, and scrolling through everyone's favorite blogging website (don't deny it, you're using it right now)

Oh, and the scavengers rarely leave their houses, lest they want to get eaten by the huge freaking fire-breathing lizards outside. Some do go out for studying or treasure hunts, though. Those lizards be rich.

So basically, they're kinda in the apocalypse, but they're taking it one day at a time.

Y'know, like we are.

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[ghrgrsfdesfrfg]

I had a lot of trouble writing her story but i hope you'll like it, i'm not satisfied with some part of the story so it will maybe change in the future.

As always, i'm open to critics and tips, if you want to request anything in particular, be my guest !

Credits to @gaziter on twitter for the image, i do not own it.

Massive change n°1, i asked some people and got advice on what to change, i'm making changes to eudora's role and personnality

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Archived information about  ‘‘Eudora’’, the Train Driver

-Experiment 1448 alias ‘‘Eudora’’ was created in 1993 to serve as the train driver of the Game Station to put groups of children and adults on it to drive them around the factory and be the commander of a unit dedicated to logistics in order to deliver equipments to the needed department of the factory.

-She measure 1m60 or 5,2ft in height, her body is almost entirely made of wood while small amount of porcelain were used for her eyes while her hair is a hybrid of yarn and silk giving it a solid yet soft texture.

-Like Baron Bon-Bon she is reluctant to inflict violence but this is due to her traumatic past rather than a side effect of the procedure (although this comes into play as well) however she managed to work through her guilt and fears and is now dedicated to protecting other toys.

Early life:

-Clara cindram grew up in a loving family in a calm neighborhood, her family was known for being the cliché perfect family, this shaped her into an adorable yet slightly timid girl who enjoyed the company of plushies and toys rather than other children. She was doing good at school, her friends liked her and her family loved her with all theirs heart yet this all changed one day.

-One night a robber broke into the house and was taken by surprise by her father who fought with the robber until he was shot which woke up her mother and Clara, both of them were horrified by the scene and were taken hostage by the robber.

-The police was quick to arrive on the scene, and panicking, the robber took Clara’s mother as a prisoner and shot her in an attempt to dissuade the police from advancing on the house instead the robber was taken out by a sniper and Clara was quickly taken by the police and the ambulance.

-Shocked and traumatized after the long and grueling ordeal she was sent to the orphanage of Playcare due to having no known relatives to take care of her, this new environment was difficult to adapt to and the other children made it tough for her.

-She was seen as a crybaby and an easy target for bullies who wanted to take her money, toys or even lunch for themselves. Her only true friend was Thomas Freuer, an older child at Playcare who took care of her and was the only one to calm her down during her numerous breakdown, nightmare or other PTSD induced traumatic episode.

-While at Playcare she would often visit the Game Station with Thomas and would even befriend the Baron who took the girl under his “protection” by often looking after her or offering one of the best reward in the “Treasure Hunt” which was a brass compass.

-She was also in need of extensive psychological treatment due to the memory of the robbery giving her frequent and intense night terrors, psychological breakdowns and severe PTSD, while none of the psychiatrists managed to cure her, she did manage to have less-frequent nightmare and played with other children more often thanks to the encouragement of the counselors.

PROCEDURE:

-She was supposed to be taken for the procedure but Thomas stopped the scientists and offered himself to the utter shock and puzzlement of the staff who was stunned as this was the first time someone volunteered for the procedure.

-His noble sacrifice ended up being for nothing because 3 month later Clara was taken because the scientist wanted to use her to make a Train Driver (because the higher-ups needed a dedicated team to be used as logistics expert) while the counselors were sad to see such a smart child leave the orphanage (some were glad to not have to deal with her mental issues anymore) .

-Her intelligence was a trait of hers which was highly sought after and hoped to be amplified in order to make her a skilled Driver and commander to run the train like a well-oiled machine.

-Her procedure was a success due to the simple materials and her body structure, she could use a mix of meat consumption and rewind mechanism to keep functioning however it took a long time for her to get used to her new body as she kept screaming for her parents or crying for hours at a time, sometime complaining about her lack of lungs to breath or the intense phantom pain she was experiencing.

-After two weeks of constant breakdowns she was forced out of her state by Harley Sawyer and his threats of violence on her if she didn’t start to work.

-Despite the threats she took her training as a Train Driver while being constantly threatened to work better or face the consequences with remarkable speed and serious.

-Harley noted that electric shocks were the best to pull her out of her fragile state and force her to obey the scientists, starvation was also used while rumors of limbs removal also appeared (rumors claimed a random limbs would be chosen and taken then replaced if she didn’t obey although said rumors were denied by Harley Sawyer).

Work for Playtime.Co:

-Her training was rather easy thanks to her understanding instructions rather quickly and efficiently, she was also given some combat training as her rewind key was sharp enough to act as an estoc, she was a very precise and quick fighter with a lot of dexterity.

-She was assigned to the train of the Game Station and used her whistle to tell people when a train was about to leave, she was also in charge of delivering adults, children and sometimes the scientists to their chosen station which included the Lobby, the Game Station and Playcare.

-Driving people was only half of her job, the other half was delivering various goods and equipment to the part of the factory who needed them like the labs or the prison with her team whom she commanded with the precision and efficiency of a general.

-While strict when organizing the train and it’s passenger she had a soft spot for children and would often play with them or let them try her hat whom she was really attached to.

-She would avoid the various scientists but would try to help other toys such as Mommy Long-Legs or the mini-critters by giving them food or toys stolen from the train to try and lift theirs spirits.

-She could start the train via the numerous command in the cabin or her rewind key who was tailored to jump-start the train.

Hour of Joy:

-Heavy involvement as she was horrified by the Hour of Joy but spent a lot of time helping various children and adults escape, she hid them in the shipping compartments while fighting off waves of mini-critters and mini-huggys to distract them and give time for people to get on the train.

-She teamed up with the Baron to escort them to safety and was then hunted down by Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Long-Legs because they perceived her help towards the adults as a betrayal, she hid with the Baron for a while then moved toward Playcare and was later saved by the Rat King who took her with his pack and gave her a home in “the depths”.

-She took down numerous Mini-huggies and mini-critters thanks to her rewind key that she used as an estoc, said massacre of mini-toys earned her the ire of Catnap who tormented her relentlessly with the Red Smoke in Playcare before being saved by the Rat King.

-The Rat King took her to “the depths” an area near the Prison and the Labs in a series of unfinished rooms who served as the Rat King’s small kingdom, she was put there as it was far away from any toys seeking revenge on her.

-The King also took care of her mentally thanks to various music boxes and tape recording voices of children who spoke of her and how amazed they were of her, she was in a much better place mentally than her orphan days but the weight of all the toys she killed despite saving numerous people brought back her strong survivor guilt.

-Her survivor guilt first appeared after surviving the robbery and was amplified after the Hour of Joy, despite saving lots of people she felt guilty about killing the toys who tried to harm the people on the train.

Design and abilities:

-Her body is made of wood, using wooden balls as joint for her legs and elbow which made it possible to turn any of her limbs at 360° at will, her hair was a delicate mix of yarn and silk making it solid yet majestic and soft.

-Curiously, her legs were pointy and presented no feet or ankles to speak of, just two pointy ends which to inexperienced people made it difficult to use but but gave incredible mobility and balance to whoever knew how to use them.

-Her insides were divided between a simple digestive system and a rewind mechanism to function in case no meat was available, if she wasn’t re-winded she would be in a state between shutdown and sleep.

-Her outfit is reminiscent of old-school train employees while her colors weren’t as flashy or childlike as other toys like Mommy or the Baron, giving her a somber red and dark-brown color who marked her as more important and experienced than an entertainment toy.

Trivia:

-Before becoming the Train Driver, her only friends were Thomas Freuer, Baron Bon-Bon and a teddybear she took from her home, children at Playcare often stole it from her or damaged it much to her sadness.

-Her mouth as the Train Driver cannot move like a normal human and instead only go up and down, forcing her to use her eyebrows to make any meaningful expression like joy, anger, sadness and many more.

-When she wasn’t working or needed to drive people around, she was often seen holding her hat in a mourning position, she would also be seen playing with other toys or talking with the Baron and Mommy.

-The Baron took an immediate liking to her due to her fragile state, she was gifted a Brass Compass from him and took care of it ever since, she was also a huge fan of his game and would often come to the Station only to play his game.

-Thomas Freuer was often seen reading to her or playing games like Hide and Seek or watching puppets show with her.

-While she was afraid of the scientists she often opposed parents who were too harsh with other toys or children.

-The Star insignia on her hat and chest were made by the Rat King at an unknown date while the 3 others were earned after significant milestones in her logistics career such as having delivered 100 cargos in the factory or handled difficult equipment numerous time without needing a special team.

-Eudora harbored a deep fear of electricity because of the treatment used by Harley Sawyer to force her to work, whenever the train malfunctioned or something broke due to electricity she would hide in the cabin of the train and wait until it worked again.

-When it came to food she was a fan of burgers and various junk food, however her favorite drink was orange juice, she would also ask to eat chicken and vegetables when junk food wasn’t possible.

-Somehow contact between her and the Rat King was made and his fury was such when he found out that Clara was indeed Eudora that he killed 4 employees in front of her and went on a rampage in the prison before being subdued, imprisoned for 2 days and asking to see her.

-During the Hour of Joy she fought against Huggy Wuggy when she was escorting adults and children to safety, while she couldn’t do any real damage she managed to delay him enough for a lot people to escape to safety.

-The scientist were intrigued by her drastic change of personnality from a cry-baby to a serious and dedicated commander, she would only say she wanted "to do good and help whenever she could".

-Despite her strictness regarding the train, her team came to love her thanks to the caring side she would show to a child or toy in need of comfort.

-Amazingly, she didn't sustain many injuries despite fighting Huggy-Wuggy for a prolonged period of time.

-After being saved by the Rat King she was placed in charge of half of his pack for the protection of his kingdom, organising patrols and supply runs.

-A picture of her damaged state after her fight with Huggy-Wuggy

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[hisui-dreamer]

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge

Notes: pick your fav from above when you read this hehe

Masterlist

imagine transmigrating as yuu in twisted wonderland, waking up in your favourite game with the fictional love of your life standing, breathing, alive right in front of you, not so fictional anymore.

every day is like a new adventure, you try your hardest to get his attention, trying to woo him in any way possible, striking up conversation, joining him in his hobbies, or just simply staring at him in fondness from across the room.

he's flattered, immensely, but it's also slightly overwhelming for him. it's not every day someone you barely know puts so much attention on you. he can't quite understand it, you don't give him a very good reason why you'd have such feelings for him, and of course, he wouldn't know how hearing his voice in the morning would give you the energy to make it through the day, how you emptied your wallets just so you could have his cards, how you longed to feel warmth in his arms in those lonesome moments. you don't expect him to understand your intense admiration for him, but it still pricks your heart when he puts up barriers between the two of you, when he turns down your advances or turns away from you.

still, you persist in your efforts. your feelings for him would never change, but you do try toning your advances down. you keep your fangirling more hidden, putting up polite smiles and nods when you pass by him in hallways, even though your heart would be thumping so loudly you almost couldn't hear him.

slowly, but surely, he starts seeing you as a friend, and maybe even something more. there's something irresistible about someone who always stands by your side, whether or not his actions were right or not, you'd be there to offer him support, cheering him on in whatever his goals were.

he decided you were growing on him, but he still couldn't fully trust you.

but then came the overblot battle. you knew it would happen, you tried to stop things from going out of hand but there's very little a magicless prefect can do to stop teenage boys from provoking each other until someone's untapped trauma gets unleashed. it's different than the games, it's not just tapping characters on a screen to fight, you're standing there next to everyone, next to him, feeling the overblot air weighing down on your body, the overblots attacks are unpredictable and you keep having to dodge at the last minute.

and when you see an attack going towards him, you don't even think about yourself, your body moving on its own to shield him from the incoming blow because you want nothing more than for him to be safe.

you feel the sharp pain in your head, you feel yourself falling, then cradled by strong arms. the pain is mind-splitting, and you barely manage to open your eyes to see if he's injured

his pupils are dilated, worry written all over his face, but he seems unscathed

"you're okay..."

you find some comfort in that fact, and everything fades to black

he can't believe he even doubted you for a second. how could he not realise you were genuinely attracted to him? to the extent that you, defenceless and inexperienced in magic, would shield him from the attack?

when the overblot ends, he takes you to the infirmary as soon as possible. he nurses you, visits you every day, bringing you flowers and such hoping you'd recover soon. he promises himself he'd be truthful this time, he'd treasure you and be there for you just like you were for him.

he never expects the words that come out of your mouth when you wake up.

"...who are you?"

you had forgotten the one person who was the object of your affection.

[blueiscoool]

$1 Million Worth of Gold Coins Stolen From 18th-Century Shipwrecks Found

After an extensive investigation, Florida officials recovered dozens of gold coins valued at more than $1 million that were stolen from a shipwreck recovery nine years ago.

The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission announced in a news release Tuesday it had recovered 37 gold coins that were stolen from the 1715 Fleet shipwrecks.

The fleet of Spanish ships sailed from Havana, Cuba and headed to Seville, Spain on July 24, 1715. The journey was short-lived, as a hurricane wrecked the fleet just seven days later off the coast of Eastern Florida.

The first ship was discovered in 1928 by William Beach north of Fort Pierce, Florida, about 120 miles south of Orlando. Since then, gold and silver artifacts have been recovered offshore for decades following the first discovery.

In 2015, a group of contracted salvage operators found a treasure trove of 101 gold coins from the wrecks near Florida’s Treasure Coast, about 112 miles west of Orlando. However, only half of the coins were reported correctly. The other 50 coins were not disclosed and later stolen.

The years-long investigation by the state’s fish and wildlife conservation commission and FBI “into the theft and illegal trafficking of these priceless historical artifacts” came to a head when new evidence emerged in June, the news release said.

The evidence linked Eric Schmitt to the illegal sale of multiple stolen gold coins in 2023 and 2024, officials said. Schmitt’s family had been contracted to work as salvage operators for the US District Courts’ custodian and salvaging company for the fleet, 1715 Fleet - Queens Jewels, LLC. The Schmitts had uncovered the 101 gold coins in 2015.

During their hunt for the coins, investigators executed multiple search warrants and recovered coins from private residences, safe deposit boxes and auctions, the news release said. Five stolen coins were retrieved from a Florida-based auctioneer, who unknowingly purchased them from Schmitt.

Investigators used advanced digital forensics to nail down Schmitt as a suspect in the case. In most cases, digital forensics can recover data stored electronically on devices such as a cell phone, computer system or memory module.

With the help of advanced digital forensics, investigators identified metadata and geolocation data that linked Schmitt to a photograph of the stolen coins taken at the Schmitt family condominium in Fort Pierce, Florida.

Authorities said Schmitt also took three of the stolen gold coins and put them on the ocean floor in 2016. The coins were later found by the new investors of the fleet’s court custodian and salvaging company.

Throughout the investigation, the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission worked closely with historical preservation experts to authenticate and appraise the recovered coins sold by Schmitt.

Schmitt is facing charges for dealing in stolen property, the release says.

The company commissioned to salvage the shipwreck said in a statement it “was shocked and disappointed by this theft and has worked closely with law enforcement and the state of Florida regarding this matter.”

“We take our responsibilities as custodian very seriously and will always seek to enforce the laws governing these wrecks,” the statement read.

Recovered artifacts will be returned to their rightful custodians, the news release said. But the investigation is far from over: 13 coins remain missing.

[soylent-crocodile]

Bird Ape (Monster)

(Jape by @evolution-incarnate)

(This was scheduled for yesterday, which was my birthday, but uhhh i ran out of tumblr posts. So here it is now.

The bird ape here is a monster created top-down to be a monstersona of mine; the specimen above is Jape, a sunset bird ape or "junggalo", but there are less... clowny species, like the brown-with-purple-skin russet bird ape. They have their own phylogentic history, too; they're basal Ornithodiran archosaurs in an alternate history where the Permian extinction never happened. If that all was jibberish to you, don't worry about it lol)

(CR3 TN Medium Animal)

Bird apes, or "primaves" to scholars, are large, furry reptiles that live in tropical and subtropical forests, where they live in matriarchal family groups of up to a dozen (although usually less) and hunt for arboreal game. Of the bird ape species, only one- the sunset bird ape, the largest- regularly attacks humanoids; most prefer smaller prey and rarely, if ever, descend into the forest floor.

Bird apes are relatively intelligent animals, and their dexterity, ferocious appearance, and exoticism mean many outsiders seek to capture and train them as entertainment. Some bird apes take better to this than others, but all are wild animals, and a primave that has found itself in a traveling menagerie is always one missing key and a hungry night away from breaking out, whereupon it will frequently hunt livestock like goats or chickens. Particularly large- and particularly mistreated- animals appear to have the capacity to hold grudges and seek revenge, however, and a truly pissed off sunset bird ape falcon could kill a dozen people before being put down.

People who live alongside bird apes, however, tend to treat these animals with little concern, particularly the smaller species. Their meat is tough and gamey, and only the sunset bird ape is a threat to people. These animals are best left in peace.

Bird Ape Companion

Starting Statistics: AC: +3 Size: Small Speed: 20ft, Climb 30ft Attack: Bite (1d4), 2 Claw (1d4 plus Grab) Ability Scores: Str:11 Dex:18 Con:11 Int:2 Wis:16 Cha:8 Special Qualities: Arboreal Ambush, Impale (See below)

4th Level Advancement: AC: +2, Size: Medium Speed: +5ft, Climb +10ft Attack: Bite (1d6), 2 Claw (1d6) Ability Scores: Str +4, Dex -2, Con +2

This shaggy animal has long, muscular forearms that end in sharp claws, a long powerful tail, and a crocodilian grin.

Misc- CR3 TN Medium Animal HD4 Init:+7 Senses: Perception: +7 Stats- Str:15(+2) Dex:16(+3) Con:13(+1) Int:2(-4) Wis:16(+3) Cha:8(-1) BAB:+3 Space:5ft Reach:5ft Defense- HP:22(4d8+4) AC:18(+3 Dex, +5 Natural) Fort:+5 Ref:+7 Will:+4 CMD:18 Special Defenses: DR2/Bludgeoning Offense- Bite +1(1d6+1) 2 Claw +6(1d6+2 plus Grab) CMB:+5 (+2 Racial bonus to Grapple) Speed:25ft, Climb 40ft Special Attacks: Arboreal Ambush, Impale (1d6+2) Feats- Improved Initiative, Weapon Focus (Claw) Skills- Acrobatics +10, Climb +14, Stealth +7, Perception +7 (+4 Racial bonus to Acrobatics, +8 Racial bonus to Climb) Ecology- Environment- Forest (Temperate) Languages- None Organization- Solitary, Troop (3-6, 0-3 Young Bird Apes) Treasure- None Special Abilities- Arboreal Ambush (Ex)- When a bird ape makes a successful charge attack by jumping from a higher position, it deals an additional amount of damage equal to the appropriate fall damage for the height it fell. If it succeeds, the bird ape takes fall damage as though its fall had been 15 feet shorter. If the attack fails, the bird ape takes fall damage as normal. It may make an acrobatics check to further reduce its own fall damage as normal. At the end of this attack, it lands on a square adjacent to its target. Impale (Ex)- The long, piercing claws of a bird ape sink into its target when grappling. Upon making a successful grapple attempt with its claws, a bird ape deals 1d6+2 damage, as with the Constrict universal monster rule. The damage bonus is strength-based.

[petermorwood]

How to say "I didn't read the book"...

...in one image.

Boy and wolves, yes.

Boy and bear, yes.

Boy and black panther, yes.

Boy and python, yes. (For that, forget about Disney and read "Kaa's Hunting", "The King's Ankus", "Red Dog" and "The Spring Running".)

But boy and tiger?

No and never.

*****

Here are Gutenberg links to "The Jungle Book" and "The Second Jungle Book".

Advance warning to the sensitive - the "Second" link is to a facsimile of the 1895 / 1905 edition, and there's A Certain Symbol as Kipling's cartouche. It was an innocent symbol of good luck back then. Treat it as such.

If you find the room gets dusty near the end of the final story, I won't be at all surprised.

*****

I don't think there'll ever be a Proper Jungle Book movie.

As happened with Kipling's lucky-symbol cartouche, Disney's clammy hand has corrupted it, and besides, screenwriters invariably think they can do better than using prose, plot, story and speech that have stood the test of well over a century.

*****

For a good example of how to do this properly, track down the Charlton Heston / Oliver Reed / Christopher Lee / Christian Bale version of "Treasure Island". It's excellent and in @dduane's and my opinion, the best so far. Soundtrack music by The Chieftains does it No Harm At All.

*****

Here's what I posted about 10 years ago when the last Mouse-House Jungle Book was imminent. The thing was box-office successful, though we didn't contribute to that, waiting - not very long - until it appeared on TV since despite the way it was talked up in advance, the end result was no more than a "live-action" reworking of the cartoon.

(How is something "live-action" when every character except Mowgli is mo-cap CGI?)

The current "Snow White" nonsense and everything associated with it suggests that nothing's been learned since then.

Good Hunting!

[welcomingdisaster]

grandkids of Finwë + what kind of artwork they did as small kids:

Feanorians:

Maedhros: extremely proper drawings with green grass, blue sky, one yellow tree and one white tree. Elves with the right numbers of fingers and toes. Very particular about getting everyone's eye colors right.

Maglor: lots of swirls and bright globs of paint just because, big believer in making everything purple because he likes purple. Suffers Maedhros repeatedly 'correcting' his artwork to be the 'right' colors and shapes. As he gets older he becomes interested in telling a story and often draws comics/sequences. These are kind of rushed; he is more interested in conveying a point than the art itself.

Celegorm: loud scribbles of guys with extremely cool hunting bows wearing really bright outfits. Usually a minimum of two tigers/drawing.

Caranthir: prefers coloring in pictures to drawing his own. Likes subject matters he feels he is 'good' at; flowers, snakes, trees.

Curufin: very into designing and coming up with ideas even as a small child. Likes to both draw on and copy Feanor's work. As he gets older, big into costume design and jewelry diagrams.

Amras: animals animals animals animals. Bright and huge and labelled. Not particularly precise about giving everything the right number of eyes and feet.

Amrod: likes to write his name in Tengwar bubble letters. Also precise about using the 'right' colors. Often draws what he thinks his mom would approve of/praise rather than his own interests; a lot of clay sculptures, drawings of people.

Nolofinweans:

Fingon: his paper is full filled to the brim because he kept thinking of things he wanted to add to the drawing. "What are you working on?" "This is dad and two horses and a very big lizard and eight blooming flowers and half of a lion." Extremely enthusiastic about gifting his art to people. Wants to draw on himself.

Turgon: precise sharp drawings of buildings and carriages. Very advanced for his age in terms of recognizing aspects of architectural design; does not draw people at all until he's the elf equivalent of around 8. Often trades off with Fingon (by then quite a bit older) where he will draw buildings and carriages and then Fingon will add in the people and horses.

Aredhel: draws the bare minimum she might before going to play outside. Eventually gets into drawing buried treasure maps and floral sketches.

Arafinweans:

Finrod: perfectionistic as a child, to the point where he often starts over the same drawing 4x times. Likes to draw flowers, animals, eyes. Often mixed media, and fond of collages. Likes to trace and copy several times before trying things on his own.

Orodreth: draws extremely small in the corner of the page. Makes a lot of little animal and elf characters.

Angrod: Likes to cut and glue. Has Finrod cut out his drawings to make them into puppets and toys. Fond of sticking leaves and book-pages onto his art. Also big on drawing on himself.

Aegnor: really into shapes. He will draw people, animals, etc if he's in the mood but he's most fond of brightly colored triangles and circles. Likes to copy letters; really nice handwriting for his age.

Galadriel: Advanced, as she is with everything. Likes to draw elves out doing different activities; hunting, dancing, playing. Their faces are expressive and a little creepy. Also a fan of everything being the 'right' hue.

[s-4pphics]

moth. teaser. (e.w.)

SYNOPSIS: knights of the devil, you all are to be conquered. 

WORD COUNT: 881 

WARNINGS: vampire!ellie, vampirekiller!oc, a lot to come FUCK, violence… so blood(drinking), death, murder, gore, religion briefly,

A/N: yasss yaaas taglist?

prolouge

1809

“Oh, my precious darling…” 

Red, similar to her hair; palms painted from the tips of a finger to the points of elbows; knees sunk into begrimed pili drenched with fresh maroon. Panicked breaths are accompanied by prayers, wishes of denial. Desires for death. 

“… What I would give to protect you…” 

“F-F—“

Tortured hollers are directed towards the pouring skies. Bodies. Bodies everywhere; surrounded by decay. 

She sobs, deep from the pits of her stomach, “Father, for-forgive them! For they do not—“

Thunder claps. Lightning is being used as weapons from the Lord above, all meant to discover her and strike. The beams in the sky are intended to punish her discernment. It was a mistake. It was a mistake! Her eyes refuse to meet the battered corpse of the young babe, no more than three. Her crime was committed in a haze, blinded by starvation, all at the cost of the family before her. Villagers would deem the view a savage attack. A mutilation only made possible by the ravenous wolves after dark. The bears that protect the trees at dusk.

All on horseback, the strangers paused their ventures to inquire guidance. She swiftly became an aid for navigating the path, instructing them with a trembling finger and a blistering throat. Follow that trail to the end of the woods. Unbeknownst to their gracious eyes, she followed. Stalked after their mount for miles like the thoroughbred they ride, carried by the wind. Urged by bloodlust. 

Her vision blurred when they tied their horse’s lariats to a nearby post that barely passed the trees. Her vision was shrouded in darkness, a substance so thick that her limbs felt trapped, even in frantic movement. They’d reached the end, just like she’d promised. 

Their screams satiated her hunger, but never hindered her guilt. 

Demons, I tell you! All of them, demons! Witches destined to be set aflame for the masses! 

And now she crouches over them with remorse in her chest. Remorse that will wash away her like the rainfall that pounds on her shoulders. Much like it had in the past when her purity was stolen. Another fatality. 

1919

“Hunting requires bouts of unwavering dedication. If the entirety of your being doesn’t relish in the suffering of the demons walking, then you are to be shunned.”

Being the youngest hunter-to-be amongst legends, historical monuments that leave trails of prosperous victories wherever they advance, is humbling. Your mother pestered you for as long as you could remember: never, never become a hunter, being her only protest for you, her only child. She used to pray beside your bed at night when she assumed you to be asleep, praising the Creator for forbidding you sickness or poverty. You were her only treasure, a gift from the frosted heavens. 

And the demons took her. 

Hunters searched the unoccupied lands that surrounded your home relentlessly, but no traces of the Devils’ were ever discovered. They attended your mother’s burial for your protection, and prepared to assist your transition into the orphanage, but you denied. You were permanently vexed. Forever vengeful. 

I wish to become a hunter! 

Your recruitment was immediate due to the shortage of volunteers, and that same day, you witnessed all of the treasures and memories of your childhood home — of your mother — get burned to the ground by the Hunters. No trails for the demons should go untouched by fire. 

“If you hesitate for even a second, you’re dead. Either by their hand…” 

Something unsettled you that morning as you prepared for school. Something in the air, something underground. A heaviness in your home that you couldn’t trace. Your mother ironed your skirt and pinned your hair up, brushed down the small curls around your hairline, and she eased you. The weather is changing, dear, she’d said before wishing you well. You studied relentlessly, all while she was shredded by teeth sharp as knives. You want the Devil’s lifeless heart in the palm of your hand, risks be damned.

“Or mine. And I will not hesitate.” 

The overseer of your battalion, who slowly paces before his future prodigies, aura menacing, pauses in front of you. With your gaze locked forward and a lump in your throat, you gawk right on the crescent on his belt — the hunter’s insignia — your feet shuffle, shoes slightly squeaking above the wood. 

“Are you prepared, child?” 

His tone is disparaging, and you swallow. Your head bobs and your breathing stutters. 

“Yes, sir.” 

He crouches before you and your cells stiffen, elbows perched on his knees, eyes finally level with yours. You appear stoic due to the grinding of your teeth, inspecting the stitched scar that sprouts at his right brow and crosses his eye.

“You are nothing,” He hisses, and your heart clenches, “You are not a child, and I am not your elder. Any identity you held prior to your arrival is worthless, now. We are vessels for the greatest power above. Hunter is your only name, do you understand?” 

No verbiage escapes you. It couldn’t with how your breath trembles, so you nod once; Quite mechanic. 

“Stand straight.” 

His conviction forces your shoulders into alignment, and snickers from the older prodigies erupt from behind you. Your cheeks warm and your palms drip. The overseer rises to his feet once more.

“That goes for all of you!” He shouts, and the room is quiet.

The crescent sparkles under the yellow candlelight. Your palms grow clammy at his viperous swear. 

“I will not hesitate.” 

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The Last Guardian

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There was once a legend of a dead world called “Terra” that held a vault so ancient that even time could no longer fade its surface. It was said this vault contained the last vestiges of a species that once strode across the stars like gods and shaped the very fabric of reality to their liking on a whim.

The Vault was said to contain not only the collective knowledge of this species but several of their most advanced machines they had ever created. Jump drives that span entire quadrants instead of systems, portable dimensional storage spaces, templates for artificial life forms both mechanical and organic, and so much more beyond the vast depths of a universe’s imagination.

For years treasure seekers hunted this legendary world. Called to it from across the stars every manner of species came in search of the lost world with no luck until finally a lone survey team stumbled upon it while searching for fresh mineral deposits.

Terra was just as described in the stories; an entire planet covered in cities and empty buildings reaching forever into the sky for the heavens they will never touch. Only a single power source was detected on the planet and the mineral team made straight for it.

Set in the center of a decaying city the mineral ship set down and began prospecting while several of their number went to investigate the energy readings. They had not traveled far when a strange figure appeared before them. It was a bipedal robotic figure caped in a cloak to protect itself from the harsh wind and eyes as bright as the sun that shun between the clouds.

It spoke in a tongue that none of the crew understood or their translator units and allowed none to pass. When the crew ignited their mining equipment to begin harvesting some of the rare metals still found in the decaying buildings the robot’s eyes turned red and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Not much is known after that as the teams recorders terminated one after another until finally the entire contingent was killed. This was only known as the ship’s emergency systems activated and the autopilot took the ship back to headquarters to report the loss of crew.

When news broke of the events that had transpired additional crews were dispatched to investigate, yet all shared the same fate as one by one their empty ships returned home to report entire crew deaths. From then on security details and treasure hunters flocked to the mysterious death world in search of the promised fortune.

They lasted only slightly longer than the mineral teams.

Even with their advanced weaponry, the lone figure would appear before them and dispatch them as if they were nothing more than children. Plasma fire bounced off its polished exterior, quantum rockets were caught midair in its grasp and flung away like playing balls, an even the strength of a Omega class war droid was nothing as it ripped its arms off and impaled the droid on them.

Attempt after attempt was made until finally the body count had reached such an extent that the galactic powers took notice and dispatch their mightiest warships to the planet to investigate from orbit. They had no sooner arrived in high anchor when a beam of dark energy shot up from the planet’s surface and simply erased them from existence. From then on a quarantine procedure was placed around the entire solar system on pain of death for crossing it until the galactic powers could determine what to do next.

This lasted a year before one of the powers suggested opening diplomatic talks with the entity on the world. In truth none had considered it given its innate hostility to intruders, but they soon realized that in the previous attempts no one had actually attempted to communicate with the robotic being.

A small delegation was dispatched, comprised of the finest diplomats and linguists, and made landfall at the same place as the original mining team that had discovered the world.

In short order the lone robotic figure appeared before them mysteriously and spoke again its strange words.

As before no one could understand them, but since the original first contact other locations had been discovered in the universe that bore many similar markings as the Terra planet. It was theorized that these had once been colonies or other worlds controlled by the same power many millennia ago and through careful study a working translation had been achieved.

When activated the figure’s words finally became clear.

“Tread with care, for you stand on the greatness of my creators.”

“They….create….you?” the translator replied. It was not a complete translation but it could pass for the minimum understanding.

“Yes.” It replied. “I am the guardian of this world and the legacy it contains.”

“Why…attack?”

The robot cocked its head to the side in an unnaturally life like pose of confusion.

The robot stood to the side and held up a hand towards the entrance of the vault. As the dust winds finally dissipated the gathered delegation could finally make out the surroundings and wept in fear. Before the doors of the vault now stood row upon row of corpses, shoved on to stakes or mounted to walls in numerous horrific fashion each more grotesque than the last.

“The fate of thieves and pilferers is not one of kindness.”

It clasped its hands behind its back once more and addressed the gathering.

“Shall you share theirs?”  

[styrmwb]

References to Previous Final Fantasies in Dawntrail

Or, how 9 + 11 + 6 = 14, somehow. (SPOILERS, OBVIOUSLY)

I've played every mainline FF, plus a few others, so one of my favorite things about playing XIV is seeing what they do with previous FFs, and how they incorporate it into the world/story. Dawntrail very very much did this, to the point that I could literally predict plot points before they happened. (THIS IS NOT A COMPLAINT I LOVED THIS)

So I figured I would put down my fanboying in text form, for people to read the insanity of a madman who has played too many JRPGs from a single series.

Note: I have not completed every single side quest, but I have done the entire MSQ, every dungeon, and 3/5 of the role quests. This isn't a complete collection, just what I noticed :)

V

Krile's "real name" is Maya. The original Krile in FFV was Krile Meyer Baldesion. (XIV might also have the middle name but I don't remember! I'm gonna put it here regardless!)

VI

Valigarmanda is the first Esper you encounter in VI, right at the start of the game. Its summon attack is Tri-Disaster. I really liked how they kept it frozen in ice, just like the original, and because Tri-Disaster is a SMN ability, they changed it to Tulidisaster to fit the Tural location.

Pictomancer was first in VI as well, being Relm's job. She even got to be in XIV as well, being credited as the Archon who created the art (HA). Shoutouts to the Relm reborn joke it needed to happen

IX

One of the two most important games in this expansion. There is A Lot here.

The preorder bonus/deluxe edition had a Wind-Up Zidane and Garnet, the two main protagonists of FFIX.

Alexandria is lifted directly from IX. The name, the style of the buildings, and even the castle with the crystal popping out of the top, shown in the dungeon and in Yesterland in Living Memory.

(This is the Dissidia NT version, but I wanted a picture that showed the castle and the roof architecture)

Solution Nine is named after one of Zidane's Dyne abilities. While not direct, Living Memory, the final zone, is very reminiscent of Memoria, the final dungeon of IX. I wonder if you can get a special sword by completing the entire MSQ in under 2 hours?

Living Memory also features quite a few locations from IX. The Canal Town looks very similar to Treno, and features a location called the Daguerreo Medical Collection, named after the city as well. Underneath Proto Alexandria in Yesterland, where the data terminal lies, looks very similar to the part of Alexandria Castle where Steiner can grind to level 99 (I don't know how else to describe it if you know you know). In the Windspath Gardens lies the Cleyra Museum of Nature, also named after the IX city.

Some quest text in Living Memory tells you about other locations in the Unlost World. Lindblum, the city that holds hunts and is very technologically advanced; Conde Petie, where the Dwarves are from (mentioned by a Milalla who said he was from there), and the Iifa Tree. There might even be more here, that I either missed or haven't done yet.

Another quest has you go on a treasure hunt for a password. This password? "I Want to Be Your Canary", the play from FFIX.

Solution Nine has a couple buildings with monsters from IX as signs. One building features a Mu (Which is also mentioned in Living Memory), and another building features Yans, both friendly and not friendly.

Another monster that I noticed a reference to was the Gimme Cat, which is featured on the popcorn in Living Memory. It's also mentioned as an energy drink, but called a "Gimme Bat" instead? I guess it does have bat wings.

While XIV doesn't have any direct plot important characters from IX, the ones we do have are very reminiscent of its cast, and clearly are done like that on purpose.

Otis is Steiner (with maybe a little tiny bit of Beatrix depending on how you look at it). Captain of the Knights of Alexandria, he speaks in an older fashion, similar to Steiner, and is very loyal to his princess.

Sphene is an interesting mix. The most obvious one is Garnet, both being Queens of Alexandria, being named after stones, and loving their people. The other one, which might be argued isn't intended, is Garland.

(No, not those guys. The other one.)

Garland in IX is an artificial being whose purpose is to continue his world's life. To do this, he would try to fuse Terra (his planet), with Gaia (the main planet), and control Gaian souls for Terra instead. What did Sphene do? Try to fuse her reflection with the Source, to use their souls for her own people. I personally think this is a very clear similarity.

In general, because of this similarity, the latter half of Dawntrail shares very similar themes with IX's plots, dealing with death and souls. I also think it's pretty funny that both start out pretty happy and cartoony, and end fairly depressing and existential.

Another plot point used in the MSQ is the play sequence. While IX's is based off love, and XIV's is the history of Alexandria, both feature a sword fight scene. (99 out of 100 nobles approve).

Finally, several songs from IX are used in Dawntrail. In the above mentioned play, Swords of Fury plays, just like the original. And a few scenes later, Vamo'alla Flamenco (previously used for the DNC quests) plays, though it should have been during the sword fight!! Prima Vista Orchestra and Fleeting Life are used in several scenes, usually involving Sphene. Something to Protect also appears, but in a scene I can't recall. Finally, the Court Jesters' theme gets a remix as the main song in the Strayborough Deadwalk.

X

There is a singular joke in Heritage Found made about dodging lightning bolts right before the flash so they don't hit you. The person who wrote this line wanted to induce PTSD in as many people as they could with only a single line of dialogue.

XI

The other most important game in the expansion. In a way, Dawntrail FEELS like it could have been an XI expansion in another lifetime. I might be looking too much into it, but I feel as though this was foreshadowed back in the first patch of Endwalker, as Dawntrail takes A LOT from the Treasures of Aht Urhgan expansion.

In Endwalker, the Alzadaal's Legacy dungeon was based off of the Alzadaal Underwater Ruins in Aht Urhgan. The dungeon used many models from XI, such as the Rampart, the Xzomit (hell yes!), and the Acrolith. The dungeon had a visual similarity, as well as the areas in the dungeon being named after zones in Aht Urhgan (Bhaflau Thickets, Arrapago Reef, and Mount Zhayolm). I know this is Endwalker and not Dawntrail but trust me it's important for the foreshadowing.

Gulool Ja Ja was a boss in the Besieged mode of ToAU, leading the Mamool Ja Savages to assault Al Zahbi. Both incarnations of this character are VERY different from each other.

Similarly, Gurfurlur was also a boss in Besieged, leading the Troll Mercenaries. It's very funny to me that both of these warmongers became such nice people in Tural.

The Yok Huy as a whole are actually Trolls from XI. The different name I assume coming from the fact that Trolls are already an enemy in XIV, in Labyrinthos.

While this isn't direct, and is probably unintentional, the fact that the final boss in Vanguard was a naga/lamia like entity only makes me wonder if it was somehow a callback to Medusa and the Undead Swarm, the last remaining Besieged invaders.

Zoraal Ja is a Notorious Monster in the areas around Aht Urhgan.

To continue on with Mamool Ja facts, Mamook is an area in ToAU. They don't look very similar, but they do both share the title of Autarch as their ruler. Mamool Ja in general come from XI, so it's no surprise that in the expansion that well, expands on them, it uses XI for inspiration.

This next one might be a little insane. The general plot of Treasures of Aht Urhgan, is that after killing Promathia, a god that wishes to end all life, the Adventurer goes to a completely different area to have a relatively calmer adventure. Here, they meet a female member of royalty named Aphmau. Her brother, Razfahd, unable to rule over the country, has a conquering nature, and uses an Automaton body to control Alexander for his goals. This... can't be a coincidence, right?? We kill the Endsinger, who wanted to end all life, go to a completely different area to have a relatively calmer adventure with our female member of royalty, Wuk Lamat, and we fight against Zoraal Ja, her war hungry brother that is unable to rule, so he uses the power of Alexandria (a mech suit) for his goals. You... you see what I'm cooking here right??? RIGHT!?!?!

To piggyback off of this, Wuk Lamat very much fits the role of the XI heroine. A girl who is very clearly the main character of the story, and hangs around you more than anyone else.

Edit: one last thing that I forgot to put down before posting, one of the hunts uses the Magic Pot model from XI. We love Magic Pot.

I THINK that should be everything I found? I know for a fact we're going to get more since the Alliance Raids are based of off XI (I'm so excited)

XIII

A couple enemy models were used from XIII.

The Silver Lobos in Urqopacha use the XIII model. I'm fairly sure they've never been used in XIV yet, but I could be wrong.

Similarly, the Strayborough Deadwalk uses the Gremlin/Ahriman enemies. I do not think they've been used before this, feel free to yell at me if I'm wrong :)

Type-0

While not like, direct, the concept of erasing the memories of anyone who has died (especially seen as a blessing) was a major plot point of Type-0's world.

I think that's everything? My memory isn't the greatest, so I'm sure there's something I noticed that I missed, and again; I haven't done everything, so there might be even more out there that I've yet to find!

Please, feel free to comment anything else that you may have noticed, and hopefully you enjoyed reading :)