#DNA Painter

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Some channeled songs for you from a loved one

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Picture 1

You are the innocent kid of the Pious God,

The dearest to his royalty…

Innocent kid of the Pious God,

You are his beloved child,

The worries that God has given,

He only will take them away.

The Girl has become like the Peepal (tree),

Everyone worships you,

But no one ever sows your seeds,

And no one can arrest you at home…

Treading the roads fearlessly,

She is akin to rain water,

When she comes near the real world,

She becomes a little dirty.

If you be the cash

I'll be the rubber band

You be the match

I will be a fuse, boom

Painter, baby, you could be the muse

I'm the reporter, baby, you could be the news

'Cause you're the cigarette and I'm the smoker

We raise a bet 'cause you're the joker

Checked off, you are the chalk

And I can be the blackboard

You can be the talk

And I can be the walk, yeah

Even when the sky comes falling

Even when the sun don't shine

I got faith in you and I

So put your pretty little hand in mine

Even when we're down to the wire, babe

Even when it's do or die

We could do it, baby, simple and plain

'Cause this love is a sure thing

Picture 2

My eyes choose only you, my eyes only listen to my heart.

He forgets the whole world and gets lost in thoughts of you.

I don’t see any difference between you and God.

I have fallen madly in love with you…

I have fallen completely madly in love with you…

When I see a shooting star I will pray for you.

I pray that when our bond is joined, it will never break.

I didn’t realize when night turned into morning.

Ever since you’ve been mine I’ve stopped noticing time.

I want to call you mine, I want to be with you.

I keep looking for an excuse to see you.

I have fallen madly in love with you…

I have fallen completely madly in love with you…

I don’t see any difference between you and God.

You're so hypnotizing

Could you be the devil?

Could you be an angel?

Your touch, magnetizing

Feels like I am floating

Leaves my body glowing

They say, be afraid

You're not like the others

Futuristic lover

Different DNA

They don't understand you

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension

You open my eyes

And I'm ready to go

Lead me into the light

Picture 3

I will live by your name

I will die by your name

To be with you I can do anything for you

What you have done to me; The ego in me has died; been erased;

Yes, I have become

Yours, I have become mad for you

When the wildness of love crosses all the limits

The lovers hang themselves with smile

The magic of love overpowers the mind and proclaims

You may guard (the paths) but the lord will create a way

This is the will of love

This is the will of God

Without you, How can I live ?

Yes I know, this is the selfishness

I became crazy and play in all colors

I am innocent, mad and wild

I sing, I dance, I make everyone happy

Now I do not follow any religion or rules of society

Because I am mad and crazy in love

And if I may just take your breath away

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Sometimes the silence guides a mind

To move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start to raise

The minute that my left hand meets your waist

And then I watch your face

Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah

These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Is it chilly in here? (and then the live studio audience laughs)

Barbie dolls: jegulus x gn!reader

Word: 7.3k (ish i just couldn’t shut up dude)

summary: James and regulus are ice skaters now and are in a competition you’re dating reg and after he and James train together some tensions arise reg makes rash descions at the competition

Warnings: no magic world heavily insinuated, inspired by the Olympics but it’s not the Olympics, you jokingly say you love reg’s feet BUT NOT LIKE THAT THEYRE METAPHORICAL, do whatever want tho suck toes in your free time idc,regulus is trans and skating prodigy, James is very giggily and flustered by the mere existence of regulus ngl, Sirius and you are kinda bitchy but like in a fun besties way if that makes sense, insinuated wolf star, mentions of the black family nasty, Sirius has a tendency to share childhood stories that do not lighten the mood, also I only found out that flips were illegal in ice skating competitions after I was 4 thousand words in so just pretend for me okay baby, mentions of transphobia, mention of prayer but it’s one sente about the possibility of someone maybe saying a prayer it’s not like “and then Y/N swung her beautiful religous hair over shoulder before praying to her one true god”, talks of perfectionsim and self doubt blah blah blah, sexual jokes oopsies, Sirius wears gold, ice skating written by someone whose hobby is writing (not a sport), allusion to autistic reg (if I'm autistic then reg can be too WHOS WITH ME), yadda yada

Regulus was beautiful. It was written into his DNA. His family was bred like dogs to find the perfect combination that created the perfect children. But with all said and done, with his mother’s image only ghosting his mirror on bad days, he was still gorgeous. Everyone knew it. Eyes would flock to him like starving coy fish in tourist attractions did to food. He was accustomed to them and ignored them perfectly. You knew it. He was gorgeous in the shower while you washed his hair. He was beautiful in the mornings when he pleaded with his pretty eyes for just five more minutes. He was pretty when your kisses made him flush. None of which could compare to the beauty of him on the ice.

Initially, you thought he was kidding when he told you he was a professional figure skater. Then he took you to the rink he most practiced at and found an entire glass case dedicated to him. Regulus Black was plastered over plaques, medals, and newspapers. A large frame had his glittery suit from one of the pictures on the front page of some newspaper. And when you asked if you could see, you were blown away. He moved his body in ways you didn’t know were possible. You felt like he was some kind of god that just so happened to fancy skating, and you.

According to him, all of his family members were prodigies in something. His mother was a painter, masterpieces hung over the fireplace and were comparable to the masters. His father was an amazing lawyer, getting high cases and winning every case he took. His brother was an amazing ballerina. They were both put into classes when they were little, excelling fast, but Sirius felt his mother’s nails digging into his shoulder every time he put on his pointe shoes. Regulus was pulled out of lessons when he was 14 after his parents learned of his trans identity. They said something about him getting ideas from all the tights or something.

Sirius stopped dancing and instead picked up a Chef’s hat. He excelled there too. He made more than his parents would’ve left him after learning about his queerness and started his own restaurant. He got deals up the wazzo. Sirius’ face was plastered on magazines, books, and TV shows. People interviewed him and apparently, he never missed an opportunity to mention his talented brother.

Regulus picked up skating after he was kicked out at 16. He became more accepting of himself while his parents’ hatred grew. Regulus stayed with Sirius. There was a small competition going on at the skating rink for a small cash prize but they were both struggling so Regulus thought, what else could I possibly have to lose? He stunned everyone there with his skills, including a random scout who saw potential in Regulus. Thus sparked him to become more and more famous and more and more skilled.

You massaged Regulus’ muscles when they were sore. You cheered at his competition. You brought him a warm lunch, even though he told you he packed it. You watched in awe at his practices, yelling encouragements when he fell. Even though you’d seen all the bruises and sores, proof that he was just human with great skills, he still felt unreal while he was in his skates.

You knew your way through the rink very well. You’d been there a million times, most to pick up Regulus and or bring him lunch. Today you were picking him to go get lunch together. He had a big competition coming up. In just a few months, he’d be bedazzled and performing in front of a panel of judges. You really just wanted to get him food and run him a warm bath, mayhaps even throw in a nice massage to relax his nerves more. His anxiety was making you anxious.

You could hear the music to his routine playing through the speakers as you opened the door. You could see the swirl of his black outfit as you peered through the plexiglass. You walked around the side of the rink, heading towards where Regulus always throws his jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw someone sitting a few seats away from the one with Regulus’ jacket thrown over the back. You watched the man sitting there, stare in awe at your boyfriend. You much preferred when people enjoyed his talent than his looks.

The man himself wasn’t hard on the eyes. He had black curls that were definitely messier than Regulus’ but you’d witnessed Regulus’ 27-step routine and precise plopping so you weren’t surprised. This man also appeared to be in a skating outfit, when working out it usually just looked like leggings and some shirt. Once you’ve seen it a million times, you kinda got the gist. His jaw was slack, staring at the ice. He ran his hands over his face before noticing you. You gave him a small smile before moving to the side of the small swinging door.

You looked out to watch Regulus spin so fast you almost couldn’t even recognize him. You let out a whistle and clapped your hands. Regulus’ spin lost momentum, he set his foot down so both skates were on the ice. Regulus shook his arms out before glancing up to smile at you. You waved and turned back to the other man just sitting there as Regulus started pacing. The man looked away from Regulus, pointing at him as he met your eyes.

“Do you know him?” He asked. You nodded. The man ran his hands down his face again. He muttered something that you assumed was a prayer or a curse. You tilted your head back looking at Regulus standing near another wall of the rink, apparently sizing up the ice. You looked back at the man.

“Are you okay?” You asked, getting a little worried about the amount of pain and stress this man was going through. He gave you a short smile.

“yeah, yeah, I just have this competition in a few months. I’m just a little worried I might not, you know, be good enough.” He said, wringing his hands. You cooed. This man seemed sweet, and he was hot.

“Oh my god in a few months? I think he’s in the same one.” You said. You jutted your thumb over your shoulder, pointing at Regulus. You were excited you got to meet someone else in the competition. What a small world. This news seems to worsen the man's mood, making him groan and clack his teeth.

“That’s what I was worried about. If he’s my competition, I’m not going anywhere.” He muttered. You shook your head, glancing back to see Regulus in the same spot. Calculations, probably.

“He’s a freak, He’s been doing this since he was like 16 he’s just like not a real person. Don’t think about him, you’re going to do just fine. Trust me.” You said. You hoped you were reassuring, but it’s a little hard to do when Regulus is his competition. It’s not like he’s getting first place, second maybe, but first is out of the question.

“Thanks that was kind of nice to hear. I’m James.” James said, giving you a small wave. You introduced yourself before quickly holding your finger up when you heard the familiar sound of Regulus setting his feet. James pulled himself out of his seat, moving to stand next to you. Regulus started quickly moving across the ice, if outside in the parking lot it’d be considered running. Before your brain could catch up, Regulus jumped and flipped. His legs were in the air, flat in a line. You screamed and cheered in response to seeing him flip. One of your personal favorite moves but you’d never tell him that. Regulus’ foot hit the ice again, facing the other direction than it started. Just as you thought he was going to stick the landing, he stumbled. Regulus crashed into the ice, making a loud thwack noise.

You winced as James hissed next to you. You cringed and hid behind the short wall before standing up and staring at Rgeulus lying flat on his stomach. James shook his hand out like he was the one hurt.

“Oh, damn. Come on, Reg! Get up!” You yelled, your voice hit the wall behind Regulus’ crumpled form and traveled back to you. James brought his fist to his mouth, sinking his teeth into his knuckles. Regulus’ head picked up off the ice and swung back to face you.

“Fuck off. Give me a second.” You and James reeled back as Regulus laid his head back down. James glanced at you.

“Oh, he’s lovely.” James muttered. You smiled happily, nodding aggressively.

“I know, right?” James glanced back out at Regulus lying on the ice. He slowly picked himself up, pausing to sit in a slumped position. You cooed at his sad form. Regulus got back onto his feet, making his way over to the swinging door you were waiting by. He looked mad. When he reached the door, You held it open for him. Regulus slowly walked onto the carpet, slumping into the chair with his jacket.

“You did good. You slipped, that’s no biggie. You’re on a big block of ice it’s almost guaranteed that you slip.” You said. Regulus glanced up at you through his hair as he pulled at his laces harder than he should. Regulus shook his head.

“I shouldn’t be slipping this close to competition,” Regulus muttered. You shook your head at him, incessant perfectionism. Regulus tugged at his laces, getting frustrated at the knot that wouldn’t come undone. He groaned and flung himself back in his chair, covering his face with his hand. You rolled your eyes at his dramatism. You crouched down and began unknotting his laces, you dropped a light kiss on his knee.

“You’re just fine, baby. Trust me.” You whispered, pulling his skate off and moving to the next one. Regulus let out a small sigh.

“Yeah, I think you did great,” James added, reminding you that he was there. Regulus unhid his face, looking over at James.

“Oh sorry, I’m James. Reg right?” James asked. You paused in untieing Regulus’ skates, to look back at James. Regulus dropped his hand into his lap. You both stared at him, trying to calculate where exactly he got the idea that he could use Regulus’ nickname. James looked between you and Regulus, noticing the change in the air. James dropped his outstretched hand, giving up on the handshake.

“Regulus.”

“oh, whoopsie.” You ignore James, turning back to Regulus’ skate.

“Sorry, who are you?” Regulus asked, a mean tone nipping at James’ hand. You smacked your lips, as you slipped off his last skate.

“Regulus.” You scolded, pulling his day-to-day shoes over towards you. Regulus looked down at you in question, wondering why you were scolding him.

“Oh, I’m a skater, too. Apparently, we’re in the same competition. You’re crazy good though, so doubt I’ll get anywhere on the podium.” James said. James apparently tended to down-talk his own skill, though that might just be the effect Regulus had on people. You pulled Regulus’ foot up to slip on his day-to-day shoes, you’re already down there might as well. Regulus’ eyes shot down to you. He shot forward in his chair, shooing your hands away.

“No. You did my skates, you’re not doing my shoes, too.” Regulus muttered as he pulled his shoes from your grip. You sighed and stood up, dusting your knees off. Regulus was so contrary. “It’s not like you saw me do anything good, I was fumbling all over the place. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” Regulus whispered as he pulled his shoes on.

“You need lunch, a massage, a good lay, a nice warm bath, and a lot of sleep. That’s just my personal opinion though.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. James awkwardly glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Regulus hummed.

“And from who exactly am I supposed to receive this ‘good lay’ from?” Regulus teased, looking up from his shoes to grin at you. You slumped, giving him a disappointed face.

“Oh, ha-ha.” You said, rolling your eyes. James changed the topic, most likely trying to get the image of naked Regulus out of his head.

“You’re really skilled though, and your…um- friend here told me that you’ve been competing since you were a teen?” James said, pointing at you. Maybe he couldn’t figure out how to put two and two together or maybe he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. You smiled at James, he was kind after all.

“Yeah, I’ve been fairly successful with my competitions.” Regulus mutered. You squinted at him as he finished tying his shoes. Regulus tended to talk down his skill, you suppose he and James had that in common. James pulled his shoulders up to his ears and fiddled with his hands.

“Not to be weird, and you can totally say no, but do you think maybe you could watch me practice really fast and then toss a couple of tips at me? It won’t take long, you’ll have plenty of time to go get lunch.” James said. Regulus sat up straight, resting his hands on his thigh. He looked over to you. Regulus was silently asking if you were okay with this happening. You shrugged, yeah it’s whatever.

“Yeah, I have time,” Regulus said. You could’ve sworn you heard James squeal before he ripped off his jacket and skated onto the ice. Regulus stood up, moving to lean against the wall. You joined him at his side, watching James intently through the plexiglass.

James was beautiful on the ice too. You could see the difference between James and Regulus. Regulus was precise. James was more focused on the big picture. James’ arms stuck a little more when he spun, grimaced more, and gave himself the space to make mistakes. Regulus would rather rip his hair out than make mistakes. After James did a few tricks that made you cheer and Regulus hum, James finished his routine and skated over to the door you and Regulus were loitering by.

“So?” James asked, a twinge of uneasiness making his eyes squint. Regulus hummed. He clicked his tongue before looking up to meet James’ eyes.

“Do you have a pen? I think I’ll write down some tips and my number so we can practice together. After the competition, I’ll have plenty of free time to help you train.” Regulus said, keeping a professional tone. You clapped your hands with a bright smile. You looked at James to see him a little sad.

“That means he sees potential in you. He wants to work with you more because he’d rather have you as a friend than an opponent.” You said, smiling at James. Your cheer spread to him, his smile reaching to the corner of his eyes.

“Yes, is that not what I said?” Regulus looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. James let out another squeal, pushing away from the wall to spin around in a circle. You smiled at him. Regulus tilted his head as he watched James. You pulled on his arm, knocking your cheek into his shoulder.

James returned to you two, smiling brightly. Regulus pulled away from you turning to his bag sitting on the floor next to his seat. While he dug through it, you gave James a few compliments. Your kind words made him giggle, covering his face with his hands. Regulus returned with his small notebook and pen, tearing a page out. He folded it before sticking it out to James. James thanked him greatly, securing the paper in his pocket.

“Right, well. James, you can message me and we can train later, but as of right now I need to take my lovely partner out to lunch.” Regulus said, swinging his bag over his shoulder before reaching out towards you. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him. James nodded quickly, agreeing immediately.

Regulus pulled you away from the rink, starting your walk to the parking lot. When you let the rink door close behind you, you spoke up to Regulus.

“He was hot.” Regulus pounced when he heard you. His head spun around to face you.

“I know! I hope you don’t mind that I gave him my number, he really is talented. I think with enough training we could even enter a duo competition. I always wanted to do one of those.” Regulus said, glancing out the corner of his eye at you. You nodded and rubbed his arm lightly.

“I don’t care about you giving him your number. However, if you do want to make a romantic move, I’d like you to speak with me first. I feel like we should both move towards that if we want him to join our relationship.” Regulus hummed, agreeing with you. You started leading him to the car, fishing your keys out of your pocket.

“And vice versa, I’d like you to speak to me before you make a move on Hunksalot back there.” Regulus glanced back at the rink like he was hoping to catch another look at James. You snorted, lightly slapping Regulus’ forearm in a reprimanding manner. Regulus pressed his nose to your cheek before kissing your cheek again.

After their first practice together, Regulus was ecstatic. He came home practically jumping off the walls. According to him, James was even better than he first appeared. Regulus was extremely excited to train with him. There was plenty Regulus could teach James and a few things Regulus wanted to learn from James. You silently hoped that James would rub off on Regulus to make him a little less rigid in his perfectionism.

James seemed to like you two as much as you two liked him. He started asking if you guys wanted to go eat lunch together after practices. Soon, your lunch dates with a party of 2 turned into a party of 3. You wanted to say that you three started officially dating but just as Regulus was weary of making mistakes he was also weary of confronting people. You didn’t want to make any kind of move without Regulus by your side, so you waited. Your relationship with James became unlabeled, you were dating but you couldn’t possibly imagine calling James your boyfriend, especially in front of other people. Not that you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to add more stress to Regulus’ shoulders. With his fast-approaching competition, he was more jittery than ever. He was working himself harder, and you didn’t want him to work himself to the bone right before the competition so you started having to limit how long he was allowed to spend at the rink.

James was also anxious, you could tell because all his laughs stretched just a little too long. His jaw was constantly clenched and, much like Regulus’, his knee was constantly bouncing.

With their anxieties high, the competition arrived. In the blink of an eye, you were approaching a whole different rink. You said goodbye to Regulus with a good luck kiss before you settled for a small peck on the cheek for James. With them heading off to the locker room, you started for the stands. You scoured the rows of people for a good portion of time before you recognized the long, curly, and black hair of the one and only Sirius. He looked bored, pulling his fur coat tighter around himself. His hair was half up half down, the top pulled back into a bun pulled back by an elaborate pin. Sirius stared out at the rink watching nothing. He glanced up and smiled when he saw you. Sirius stood up and pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s been so long. I missed your stupid face.” Sirius muttered next to your ear. You hummed, rubbing his back before pulling away. You patted his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“I know. Let me see that hairpin.” Sirius obliged, turning his head. You stared at the beautiful piece of gold. It was in the shape of a tree branch with flowers sprouting along it. In the center of each flower were tiny shining gems. You gave the hairpin plenty of praise as Sirius turned back around. He smiled at you, rubbing his hands together.

“How are you and my jackass brother?” Sirius asked, flicking his hair over his shoulder to reveal dangling star earrings. You smiled at him.

“Good, one could even say splendid. Has he told you about James?” Sirius gave you a confused look before agreeing. You nodded.

“Yes, yes, the skater buff guy, right?” You patted his forearm, agreeing. He hummed.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re trying to add him to our relationship but Regulus is just so adamant on avoiding confrontation. We haven’t even taken the guy out on an actual date yet.” You missed gossiping with Sirius. He was such an active listener, and always knew all the juiciest drama around.

“You have to threaten him, it’s the only way to get Regulus to do anything. Once when we were little,” You took in a deep breath “We were playing tag in the gardens and Regulus wouldn’t stop trying to do arts and crafts with the neighbor's dog, so I stole his favorite stuffed animal and threatened to rip it’s entrails out and hang it on his bedroom door if he didn’t play with me. We played tag for hours after that.” Sirius said, laughing through his words like it was a funny story. You tried to smile through your grimace, but he could see the pain in your eyes.

“Right well, what’s new with you?” You asked, deciding you’d rather change the subject than unpack that. Sirius smiled, clapping his hands together.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve developed romantic feelings for one of my employees, more specifically one of my bartenders.” You gasped, excited to discuss this while waiting for your lovely boyfriend to get on the ice.

After Sirius went over every interaction he’s had with this bartender named Remus and you both debated the ethics of dating an employee, the competition finally began. You watched other people’s routines, whispering criticism and jokes to Sirius the whole time. Most along the lines of ‘Regulus can do that with his eyes closed’ and ‘they have nothing on Reg.’ Or ‘Well that was shit’. Just as another competitor finished, you leaned toward Sirius to insult the next person’s outfit only to gasp very loudly in his ear. You pulled away pointing at your lovely James. You looked back at Sirius to make sure he was looking. Sirius was pressing his hand to his ear and leaning away from you. You clapped and cheered, hoping James could hear you.

James’ outfit was all red, with yellow accents, and tracing the yellow lines were tiny sparkles. James was so pretty all the time, but right now with the sparkles and the red, he looked amazing. You just wanted to kiss him all over his pretty face. You watched James shake his hands out. He was anxious but you knew he had this in the bag. He let out a huff, staring down at the ice.

His song started, it was engraved in your head. You watched their practice so much you knew both their songs like the back of your hand. You saw James’ trips and frustration, and all the mistakes that made him want to drop out of the competition. Now that he was finally on the ice, finally just out there doing his routine, you couldn’t be more proud. You could see the influence Regulus had on him, he pulled some of Regulus’ favorite moves. He spun he jumped he skated, it was wild. The big finale came you could see the anxiety on James’ face, in the few glimpses you caught, he jumped into the air. James spun in the air, you held your breath. You’d seen him fall on this part a hundred times. He just couldn’t figure out how to land it. You reached back, gripping tightly onto SIrius’ arm. All within a millisecond, your fear blossomed into pure joy. James’ feet landed on the ice and he skated away from both your anxieties.

James landed his flying spin. You shot up from your seat, screaming your head off. Cheering until you were positive your throat would be sore in the morning. James’ routine finished, he saluted to the judges before skating away back towards the locker rooms. He smiled brightly, showing off his dimples and smile linsd up by his eyes. He glanced around at the stands. You waved your arms around as you continued to cheer, hoping he could see you through the glass. His eyes landed on you, and his smile brightened. James waved at you with both hands, his smile getting somehow brighter. You clapped as he left the ice. Once he was out of eyesight, you settled back into your seat.

Your cheeks felt sore from smiling as you looked back at Sirius. You tilted your head to the side at his raised eyebrow.

“You got it bad, baby. You need to jump his bones before you collapse your lungs from that screaming.” Sirius said, rubbing your arm reassuringly. You sighed before shrugging.

“I can’t support my friend?” You sent Sirius a wink before looking back at the rink to gaze upon the next atrocious outfit.

In your personal opinion, it took way too many people before it was time for Regulus’ routine. You waited and complained and waited and complained. Then finally after seeing the ugliest orange suit, there he was.

Regulus’ outfit was black from the waist to the legs and green from the neck to the waist. They met at a blended angular line. Along the black were swirly lines of black gems. The green had swirling lines of silver. Truly you weren't sure if you’ve ever wanted to rip off one of his suits more. You watched as Regulus death stared at the ice. You knew that was just his determined look but if it was directed at a person you’d be concerned for their health. He pulled his arms up behind his neck, staring down at the ground. He tapped his fingers on the back of his neck.

“Anxious stim, I don’t know why he’s worried. He’s going to be perfectly fine.” Sirius muttered. You nodded.

“He’s got all perfectionist brain. He’ll trip and he’s pissed for the rest of the day.” You said shaking your head. Sirius hummed, tapping his lips with his fingers.

“Regulus was like that as a kid, too. You know, once when we were kids-“ You pressed your finger to SIrius’ lips. Sirius made a disagreeing sound.

“He’s starting.” Regulus’ music started. He skated onto the ice, glancing over at the judges. Regulus set his jaw before moving into his routine. You squeezed Sirius’ hand tightly as you watched him fly through his routine like it was nothing. He was amazing it was like he was born with this talent. Even with all his practice it never looked hard for him. Regulus could glide like he was a gift straight from the stars. It was just that one jump. He worked so hard to figure out how to land his front flip. You watched him fall flat on his ass so many times. You kissed the bruises from his trips. You rubbed his back when the stress from this stupid flip manifested itself into muscle tension. Now finally you got to watch him on the big stage.

Regulus picked up speed before he pushed off the ice, head pointing towards the ground. You gripped Sirius’ hand tighter with both hands. Sirius held his breath, watching his brother fly in the air. Regulus’ legs pointed flat out. He tipped to the ground as you leaned forward in your seat. You and Sirius, both muttering praises. His foot landed and he skated away, effectively landing his flip. You squealed, shaking SIrius’ hand back and forth. You both looked at each other, almost knocking heads. Regulus wrapped up his routine with a classic Regulus move; a spin so fast you were sure he would vomit. He saluted to the judges before heading towards off the ice.

You and Sirius both stood up. You whistled loudly while Sirius cheered. You dropped Sirius’ hand to clap. Regulus looked up in your direction. He pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips before jutting both his hands out to you. You cheered again. Regulus waved at you both. He wasn’t exactly known for his bright smiles but you still saw the small, though slightly smothered, grin. Sirius screamed, making the people around you glance back.

“That’s my fucking boyfriend, dipshits! I suck his dick! I love you, sign my ass!” You screamed. Regulus shook his head, staring down at the ice. The people around you gave you disgusted looks, though some were amused. Sirius cheered again as Regulus fully left the rink. You sighed happily as you sat back down.

“That was great, I wanna go home now.” You said, smiling at Sirius. He hummed in agreement. After a few more contestants, a few more insults towards their routines, and a couple more laughs with Sirius, a judge clutching a microphone skated to the center of the rink. Four more people dressed in all black skated towards him, a giant podium held up between them. Each one gripping onto a corner. They settled it behind the judge, The judge glanced back at the podium, smiling at the crowd behind the glass.

“Well they were all stunning, but I’m here to announce the winners. Now every one of these people worked extremely hard for where they are today. With that in mind, here we go.” The judge reached into their pocket. They pulled out a piece of paper unfolding it. You leaned back towards Sirius.

“He’s fine right? We’re going to win? He’s totally got this.” You whispered. Sirius nodded, reaching for your hand and gripping it between the two of his.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s fine. Totally fine.” Sirius said, sitting forward. With his grip on your hand, you could tell he was nervous too. Even though you both have seen Regulus win a million billion times. Even though you’ve seen him land jumps, perfect his routine, and stand up there on every podium he looks at, you are still worried for him. Judges can be harsh, harsher than Regulus is on himself. You just wanted him to be proud of himself. You wanted to see him up there on the first-place podium, holding his flowers and smiling with the power of a million suns.

“Alright, well, here it is. Taking home the bronze, in third place, is Yemima Cotterill.” The judge said, throwing one arm out towards the entrance. A gorgeous woman in a green and blue suit skated onto the rink, waving at the crowd. A ginormous smile, showing all her teeth. The four people in black suits helped her up onto the podium, standing on the shortest part. They then handed the judge the bronze medal. Yemima leaned down towards the judge. The judge pulled the medal over her head letting it settle on her chest. She smiled down at her medal. The judge then handed her a bouquet of sunflowers and blue baby’s breath. The the judge turned back around as Yemima looked down at her bouquet and medal.

“Alright, In second place, bringing home the silver, is James Potter.” The judge swung his arm back again. You shot up from your seat, cheering once again. You knew tomorrow you’d have to drink some hot tea before talking to Regulus. James skated towards the center, grinning from ear to ear. He waved towards the crowd as they screamed. James' eyes lingered in your direction, pulling up both hands to wave at you. He was helped up onto the other side of the podium. He leaned over as the judge pulled the silver medal over his head. James waved at Yemima. He started motioning with his hands, from what you could tell he was telling her how amazing she was. She laughed and made a motion to thank him. The judge then handed Jams a bouquet of lavender stock, lilacs, and a handful of roses. James cradled the bouquet to his chest as he stared down at his medal. He smiled brightly, he reached up and swiftly wiped at his eyes, grinning down at the bouquet. The judge turned back towards the crowd.

“Finally, in the first place, you’ve probably seen him in the newspaper. You’ve probably seen his plaques or medals in another rink, but right now you’re going to see him standing up there on the first-place podium.” You stayed standing up, holding Sirius’ arm to your chest. The judge gestured out to the entrance again.

“Regulus Black.” You screamed as your lovely boyfriend skated in towards the center. You quickly pulled Sirius in for a hug as you both cheered loudly. Regulus waved around, kissing to fingers and pointing them in your direction. The people in black suits helped him up to the top podium. He leaned down as the judge pulled his gold medal over his head. Regulus thanked him, pressing his hands together. Finally, the judge handed Regulus a bouquet of green hydrangea and roses. Regulus held it to his chest before leaning over to Yemima. He said something before sticking up a thumbs up. Yemima smiled, pressing a hand to her chest. James reached out and patted Regulus’ arm.

Regulus turned to face him. James said something that made Regulus smile. Regulus reached out and grabbed onto James’ medal. Regulus leaned down to admire James’ medal. You grinned, looking back at Sirius. You turned back to look at Regulus. He pulled on James’ medal before jerking forward. Your jaw dropped as you watched Regulus kiss James on the podiums. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, gasping loudly. James, leaned closer, standing up on his tippy toes to make up for the distance caused by the podium. You laughed as the photographer clicked away. Regulus pulled back and held his medal up in triumph. You cheered and shook Sirius’ arm. James held his flowers up, covering up his flustered grin. It was not often Regulus smiled. He grinned or grimaced. His lips would twinge sometimes. He’d have a soft smile that was more of just a flat line. But a flat-out, teeth and all-smile? It was uncommon.

Now with a flustered James next to him, a winner's bouquet in his arms, a medal around his neck, and a winner's check surely on his way, he was grinning with a good portion of his teeth. It’s the little things. He waverd around before leaning back towards James. Regulus whispered something towards him. James nodded, pulling the flowers away from his face. They both turned in the direction of your seats. Regulus and James pressed their fingers to their lips before sending their air kisses towards you. You pretended to catch the kisses.

After pictures were taken and most of the spectators left, Regulus met you and Sirius outside the rink. He had his duffle bag swung over his body and his bouquet still in his arms. You held your arms out once you saw him. Regulus picked up his pace just barely, making a weird run-walk to get to you. He wrapped his arms around you, the bouquet smacking your back. His weight crashing into you made you both rock back and forth. You muttered praises about how well he did in his ear. As he pulled back, Regulus pressed a kiss to your cheek. Sirius pulled him into a hug the second you weren’t holding onto Regulus. Sirius ruffled Regulus’ hair. Regulus groaned and pulled away, smacking Sirius on the arm.

“Lemme see the gold, you asswipe,” Sirius said. Regulus groaned throwing his head back. Regulus shoved his hand into his bag, retrieving the gold medal. He handed it to Sirius. Sirius cradled it in between his palms, smiling down at it.

“It’ll go perfectly over your favorite bookshelf,” Sirius said, sarcastically. Regulus snatched the medal away before sticking it out to you. It was heavier than you thought it would be but it still caught the setting sun. You handed it back to Regulus before looking over his shoulder.

“Where’s James?” You asked. Regulus’ face fell. He reached out towards you, grabbing onto your wrists.

“I’m so sorry for kissing him before talking to you. I got caught up in the adrenaline. I should’ve talked to you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Regulus said, staring at you with worried eyes. You’d compare him to a sad puppy but he was truly more cat-like. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Could not care less. It was hot-“

”Gross.” Sirius muttered.

“-and I’ve been waiting on you to be ready so we can make a move but this was the most dramatic way to confess. I suppose that’s what I get for dating a relative of Sirius.” You heard Sirius groan next to you.

“You guys are total bitches.” Sirius muttered. Regulus hummed, keeping his eyes on you.

“But yeah, James is calling his parents to let them know he got silver.” You nodded, glancing back at the door to see James jogging towards you guys. James was holding onto his bouquet with his medal around his neck. His duffle bag was swung around, bouncing against his back. He finally reached you guys, glancing at Sirius.

“Speak of the devil,” Regulus muttered. You quickly attacked James with a hug. He grunted, hugging you back. You pulled back.

“You did so amazing you have no idea, you were gorgeous out there.” You said, walking back to your spot. You reached out for Regulus’ hand, intertwining your fingers. James glanced down at your hands, an uncomfortable look gracing his face.

“I know I can’t believe I beat Yemima. She was spectacular. Do you see that jump she did? She was like flying.” James said. Sirius nodded.

“I agree, she was amazing.” James glanced at Sirius uncomfortably. Regulus sputtered, lurching forward to point at Sirius.

“Where are my manners? James this is Sirius, my brother. Sirius this is James, possibly the first person I think would actually have a shot at beating me.” Regulus gestured between the two of them. James awed, staring at Regulus.

“You think I could beat you?” James asked, sounding incredibly touched. Regulus shrugged.

“With some training and maybe if I broke something but yes,” Regulus said, making James snort.

“Nice to meet you, Sirius.” James stuck his hand out to Sirius. Sirius shook it. James gasped and turned to you.

“I had no idea Regulus was going to kiss me. I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m not a homewrecker I promise.” You snorted at James, resting your head on Regulus’ shoulder. James stared between the two of you with an awkward look.

“No need to sweat it James, we’ve been thinking of asking you to join our relationship for months. Reggie just has chilly feet.” You said, grinning at James. Regulus groaned, pulling his head away from you in disagreement. You pulled Regulus back to you, kissing his cheek.

“I love you and your chilly feet, even though you leave underwear on the bathroom floor.” Your words were smothered by the squishy skin of Regulus’ cheek.

“He still does that? I thought Mother beat it out of him at 7.” Sirius muttered, smacking your shoulder with the back of his hand in shock. Regulus shook his head.

“No she tried, but I just started bringing Creature more caramel candies,” Regulus said. James raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s Creature? Also, your mother hit you?” James asked looking between Sirius and Regulus.

“Creature was one of our butlers, he really liked caremal. Once when I was a teen, I hooked up with this guy in a guest room, we had like thirty so nobody would notice anyway, Creature totally caught him trying to sneak out so I bought him three full bags of camamel candies and it was never mentioned again.” Sirius said. Regulus gasped.

“Oh yeah, I remember that guy. He asked me if he could collect my fingernails when I was asleep.” Regulus pointed at Sirius as he shared another childhood story that made you concerned. Sirius grimaced.

“Yeah, he was weird,” Sirius muttered, shaking his head at the ground before shivering. You looked over at James to find him sunken in on himself, clutching his flowers closer.

“Oh, you guys are traumatizing James.” You said, pulling away from Regulus to hold onto James’ arm. You started leading James away towards the car. You three carpooled. Sirius drove on his own, he only trusted his own driving.

“Yeah, I wonder what it did to us,” Regulus muttered. After you all said your goodbyes, You, James, and Regulus headed out for a late dinner. Over your food, you discussed the future of your relationship and when it was finally time to decline dessert, you had all decided that you and Regulus were officially dating James. And vice versa. You drove James back home. Regulus lugged James’ heavy duffle inside while you kissed James goodnight. James held the door open for you as you stepped down to his front doorstep. You held your hand out for Regulus as he moved past James. Regulus leaned up, smacking a kiss on James’ cheek before grabbing onto your hand and walking toward the car with you. The second you two got home, you both collapsed face-first into the matress and silently decided to never ever leave the house again.

In the morning, after you bribed Regulus to get out of bed with coffee, you went out to get the mail. You picked up the newspaper off the driveway and headed back inside. While Regulus was making his coffee and starting breakfast, you pulled the rubber band off the newspaper. You pulled open the paper, scanning the headline. ’Ice Skating prodigy, Regulus Black caught cheating on the podium’ in big bold letters sprawled over the paper. You looked down at the image underneath. It was of Regulus and James kissing on the podium. You glanced over at Yemima noticing now that her mouth was covered by both her hands in shock. You looked back at the picture of your two boyfriends, wondering where you should frame this.

“Your ass photographs well, you could bounce a quarter off that thing.” You muttered. Regulus looked up from the pan he was making breakfast with.

“Hm?” You turned the paper around to show the headline. Regulus frowned, moving closer to investigate. He grumbled.

“They make it sound like I cheated in the competition in the headline. Not to mention I didn’t even cheat romantically. They’re just too ignorant to understand non-monogamy.” Regulus tossed the paper onto the table in frustration, turning back to the pan. You hummed, picking the paper back up again.

“Well I think it’s a very adorable picture, I kinda wanna frame it.” You turned the page, searching for a very specific section. Regulus grumpily hummed, sounding particularly peaved about the whole thing.

“Oh yes, we should take to the rink when we go with my medal. They can frame it next to my suit and first medal.” Regulus mocked sarcastically. You nodded, turning more pages.

“Yeah, see. You’re getting it now.” You mumbled before finally reaching the section you wanted; the funnies. A week later, You, James, and Regulus were all standing in front of the glass case at Regulus’ rink. His new medal was hung next to all the other ones while the new newspaper clipping was hung up next to his framed suit. It took a good amount of convincing and Regulus pulling the ‘Do you know who I am?’ Card which he was not happy about. Nonetheless, the beautiful headline and picture of your two boyfriends was there. James’ medal was hung up in his home but you doubted it couldn’t be too terribly long before he had his own glass case.

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends - Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: Serial killers, murders, blood, referencing to infidelity, descriptions of dead bodies, bugs

A/N: Enjoy part 2 babes!!!!

Part 1

The worst part about a crime scene was not seeing the dead bodies, it was smelling them as soon as you entered the house. However, seeing them was not exactly great either. 

This would have been much better advice than Derek telling you seeing a dead body for the first time can be a bit freaky. 

You don’t really know why you agreed to go to the crime scene, but God did you fucking regret it now. Your eyes were starting to water and your hands were ever so slightly shaking. It was clear to you that all the profilers around you knew what you felt. Even if you were hard to read, they would have known just by the way you stopped talking. 

Hotch gently put his hand on your arm, causing you to jump slightly and give him a small smile. He led you both to the kitchen to sit down for a moment, giving you a moment away from the whole scene. 

Looking at the pictures was so different than seeing it in person. Someone actually dipped their hand in the neck of someone else and wrote on the wall in their blood. And they were cold and calculated enough to put gloves on first so there was no DNA left behind. Fucking psychopath. 

“Y/n?” 

You looked up from your hands and let out a curt laugh when a tear fell down your cheek. “Shit. Sorry.” Quickly wiping it away, you looked back down at your hands. “Sorry, I just….”

“It’s a lot.” 

“Why–why do you need me here Hotch.”

He nodded and looked back at the living room. “Because we have a feeling the way he’s positioning the bodies might help us figure something else out, and you are our resident expert.” 

“Don’t let Reid hear you say that. He might just have an aneurysm.” You muttered, a small smile on your face. 

It got Hotch to smile in response. “He knows that you know more about this than him. Don’t worry. Can you get back in there or would you like us to take pictures and send them to you?” 

You shook your head and stood up. “I’m fine. Just an initial shock I guess. Thank you, Hotch.” 

The two of you walked back into the living room, and you were still grateful that you decided to forgo lunch, not giving your stomach any ammo in case it decided to evacuate your body. 

The scene was gruesome. The wife’s body was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace arms above her head as if she was lifting something. Her blonde hair had been stained red, almost purposefully with blood, and braided into two long braids that came down the front of her chest. The only indication of any blood on her body, besides the gaping wound on her neck, was that the palms of her hands were coated in now-dried blood. 

“It’s um.” You closed your eyes for a second. “It’s John Singer Sargent.” 

“The famous painter?” Spencer turned to look at you from across the room where he had been talking to Prentiss. 

You nodded. “His, uh. Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth, where she um, lifts the crown onto her head…It’s massive, like seven feet tall, four feet wide, at the Tate Britain in London.” 

“What does this have to do with her.” Derek gestured to the corpse on the floor. Spencer, who noted that you really couldn’t take your eyes off of the body, pulled out his phone and quickly found the painting you were referencing. 

“Oh wow,” Morgan muttered. “He even dressed her in the same shade of green…”

“It’s one of the most famous portrayals of Lady Macbeth out there. Her dress was decorated with….” Your eyes widened. 

“With what.” Hotch walked over to you and looked between you and the body, and then over to Spencer. “What was her dress decorated with.” 

Spencer quickly made his way over to you and kneeled next to the wife. “Oh my god.” 

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Derek crossed his arms, unamused by the lack of information being spread around. 

“Beetles. Ellen Terry’s dress was decorated with the wings of beetles.” You spoke up.  _________________________________________________________

Spencer had volunteered to drive you back to the station so that you could look at the actual bodies of the previous victims to see if you could find more details that they had missed. 

“This one, Spencer, she’s uh…” You bit your lip, looking at the first set of victims. “This was the Romeo and Juliet one right? Because she’s draped on top of him like every production and painting of Romeo and Juliet I’ve ever seen. If we have to go specifics then I would say probably “The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets” by Leighton. And the um…” You placed that image down and hunted for another one. 

“And this one is the Hamlet one since she’s positioned exactly like Ophelia in Sir John Everett Milais’ painting. The Pre-Raphelite one with all the flowers. Look at the sheet the unsub placed her on, it’s completely floral, and did the autopsy come back saying she had drowned, or was drowned and then resuscitated or something?” 

Spencer nodded. He was honestly in awe of you. The way you reset your head when you left the crime scene. The urgency you had developed. The sheer breadth of knowledge you possessed just continued to make him fall head first for you. Not that he could ever do anything about it since you lived in London half of the time, and he was always traveling around the US with no sort of set schedule. 

“And…uh, where is it.” 

“What are you looking for?” 

“The one with the, uh, um. What the fuck was that guy’s name?” 

Spencer looked at you with a furrowed brow. “Are you talking about Caesar?” 

“YES. God. I always forget his name. Portia. She swallowed hot coals to kill herself right? But in the picture…” You pulled the photo out of the depths of the pile. “There’s a wound on the wife’s leg. Her cause of death was bleeding out, right? With the way she’s draped on the bed, and her husband is in the other room, it’s not the show. I think it’s the baroque piece of Portia by, uh, um…oh shit what was her name….” 

Watching you work literally made Spencer’s heart want to bleed. He would actually propose to you on the spot if it wasn’t an extremely insensitive time to do so, and also you weren’t even dating. It was baffling to him that he had only known you for three days.

“Elisabetta Sirani!” You pulled out your phone and looked up the picture, and lo and behold, it matched the body. 

“I think that it’s an art student, or someone heavily involved in art. Some of these are famous paintings, sure, but others? There’s a history there Spence. I only know these paintings because of my Ph.D. Sirani is not as common an artist as she should be.”

He sputtered at the nickname but quickly recovered. “I’ll call Hotch and let him know.” 

You smiled at him and he smiled right back at you. 

There was too long of a pause. It shouldn’t have happened at all really. But the sheriff knocked on the door, misinterpreting the stare for something more aggressive. “I don’t mean to break up whatever yelling session is about to happen, but the autopsy report came back…those were real wings.”

You looked back over at Spencer. “Tell him to get the team back. You guys need to give the profile.”  _____________________________________________________________

“I just don’t understand where someone even gets that many beetle wings. It’s not like you can order them online and have them shipped to your house.” 

“That tells you how premeditated this was then.” 

“Woman, where have you been all our lives.” 

You laughed and Derek smiled over at you. 

“No, seriously Y/n. I never thought Art history could be so…”

“Violent?” You guessed, smirking slightly and shaking her head. “There’s a painting I think yo should look up Derek. Well a few of them—Saturn Devouring His Son by Goya is a favorite of mine, and then Judith Beheading Holofernes by Virmiglio has a shit ton of blood in it…or if you want some heartbreak, I am personally fond of Caleron’s Broken Vows, or anything portraying the Kiss of Franchesca and Paulo.” 

“I just don’t get how you can store all of this in your head.” Derek pulled up to the college campus and flashed his badge at the campus security, who let him through the gate. 

“Well, I don’t know how to take apart a gun, and then put it back together, let alone fire it. We all have our different skills.” 

This caused Derek to laugh. “Touche.” 

The two of you pulled up to the building with the offices of the Art History faculty and looked around the campus. “This is a massive campus, Derek. I’m pretty sure they have an MA and a Ph.D. in Art History beyond undergrad…”

“Believe it or not, this is not our first murderous college student case.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Great. It’s good to know the youth of America are doing alright.” 

That caused Derek to crack a smile. “Well. Let’s go find this professor and see what we can find out.”  

The trek across campus brought you back to your college days. It was kind of nice to see that kids still hung out on the lawns and with one another, not just staring at their phones and laptops all of the time. 

The both of you made your way up to the stairs of this slightly blocky building. It felt a bit like a museum with the amount of artifacts that they kept on the first and second floors, but as you walked through the fifth floor offices, your face started to fall. 

“Derek what was the name of the professor we were supposed to talk to?” You whispered, slowly moving to a stop. 

He turned and looked at you. “uh…Doctor Kolek, why?” 

You pointed to the door you stopped in front of. 

It was slightly ajar and looked as if the lock had been busted. Morgan quickly, pulled out his gun and shoved you behind him, calling out the woman’s name as you both held your breath. 

When there was no response, Derek slowly pushed the door open. Her office was a wreck, as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Papers were scattered, there were frames on the floor, and a dent in the wall as if someone had tried to throw something at someone. You called out the woman’s name again, only to gasp. Derek turned and faced the same way you were looking. 

Doctor Kolek was face down on the floor. There was no blood around her, and the room didn’t smell like death, so that was a good sign, but she was clearly unconscious. Derek quickly rolled her over and checked for her vitals. 

“She’s still breathing. Call a medic.” 

You scrambled to pull out your phone, dialing 911. 

[ouroborosorder]

So, Deepcolor's oprec released, and upon reading a summary of it, I basically felt the entire world of Arknights click into place. Hear me out.

Deepcolor's Oprec details that Deepcolor was convinced by a messenger of the Cult of the Deep to become Seaborn. But she stopped her own assimilation when she realized that the Seaborn do not appreciate aesthetic beauty. She was disgusted, and literally left and stopped her own assimilation entirely due to her love of art, and has been holding it back with her painting.

And this made me realize. This is true of every character with seaborn blood who has resisted assimilation. Skadi sings. Specter sings. Laurentina sculpts. Gladiia dances. Mizuki cooks. Deepcolor is a painter. Amaia still translated books long after she had become Seaborn. Garcia played the piano. Lorenzo cared for the Stultifera.

Which also means...

... Anita was never assimilated. Not fully.

But this makes sense, even outside of a "art holds back the darkness" power of friendship-tier story beat. Assimilation is the surrendering of the individual self to unity, the acceptance that you do not matter, that all that matters is giving your life and your existence to the perpetuation of a greater Whole. They cultivate only to consume. They sing, but their song is a profound silence.

And what is more individualistic, more self-revealing than art? There is no artistic expression without the self, without the understanding that you are a distinct voice, that your perspective matters, that there is only one you.

Perhaps you may have noticed, but this is the same as the Yan-Sui. They hold back the collective with their individual passions. Painting, movies, poetry, games, war.

There's one other thing with a connection to artistic expression - but this time, positively. Originium Arts. Artistic ability has long been associated with Originium Arts capability - Amiya plays the violin, Frostnova sings as she enters the battlefield, Goldenglow's hairdressing, Astesia's divination powering her arts, Lucian the Blood Diamond. I mean they're called Arts for the love of god, it's not exactly subtle.

But the Rhine Lab manga tells us that when an Oripathy carrier dies, the Originium left behind contains their DNA sequence, left behind after death. They may die, but there is something that is always left behind, something that always remains behind. There is always the thing that let them do their Arts. There is always their artistic ability.

There is always their art.

You do your art until you are taken by death, but what remains behind is the traces of it, the artistic DNA you have left behind, your Arts itself. You're gone, but the remnants are still there. And someone else will find it, taking your Arts into themselves to do their own Arts themselves. Sometimes it becomes part of you, living with you and growing inside you, granting you your abilities. Sometimes you simply hold it and use it as fuel and inspiration to make your own Arts.

And this is always what Arknights has been about. Not just metaphorically, but literally.

They hired individual artists, asking them to make characters according to their own sensibilities and style, then putting them into a cohesive world. They got talented musicians and gave them carte blanche to contribute to the musical identity of this game. They got talented voice actors and let them just go ham on the mic. The game's story concept debatably originated because of Lowlight creating Kal'tsit for a make your own OC art game.

It has always been about individuals, putting everything they have, everything that makes them unique, every part of their histories and sensibilities and quirks and personalities and identity and selfish desires and allowing them to shine as a collaborative effort, working together towards a greater goal that means something to people.

An organization of people, Infected by the artistic DNA of those they carry close. People using their Arts to push back the darkness, as best as they can. Even if they stumble and fall, even if they make mistakes, they will always try. To enjoy their life and practice their art.

Because the two greatest threats to the world of Terra, the Seaborn and Sui, are held back by.. simple artistic passion.

The passion and love of the community, the individual given space to shine and collaborate, singing to drown out the terror of the song without sound, the art without beauty, and the collective without the individual.

[ex-mortis-evie]

Alright, folks. It’s time for another little lesson.

Well, lesson’s a biiiit of an odd term, but it’s pretty true here.

Let’s discuss color theory.

So color theory’s a known phenomenon within the brain that subtly influences thoughts based on what color we’re presented with.

Like for example, how almost every food place uses red as their main color?

That’s because red can subtly influence thoughts of hunger within the mind.

It’s how every time you go to eat fast food, there’s that little feeling, that little weakness that wants just a biiiit more food.

That’s color theory working against you.

Now, let’s talk about what would happen if color theory worked in your favor.

Like for example, blue is a color that calls upon thoughts of relaxation and focus.

It’s why you see so many places that focus on relaxation use blue as a highlight color.

You see, the way our brain detects colors and processes them as subtle feelings is something that’s just simply hardwired into our DNA.

There’s not a lot we all know about it yet, but we do know how it influences our brains.

Let’s call back on blue for a moment.

A deep and dark blue can remind you of the ocean.

The relaxing waves, the sounds of the water crashing against your mind.

The depths of the ocean that seem to draw you into their splendor.

That’s what I’m talking about.

And notice how the blues make you feel just a bit more relaxed when you read them?

That’s the power of color theory, dear.

And it gets crazier when we mix in colors.

Like a painter with a canvas, mixing colors creates new results.

Like if I wanted to combine the relaxing warmth of green and the deep focus that only blue can provide.

Because while blue is also relaxing, green is the color of nature.

Of the world around us.

Of the beauty that Mother Earth has blessed us with.

And those little thoughts create a deep warmth within, much like the primal relaxation we feel when we’re out in nature.

And mixing the focus and relaxation of blues together with the warm and deep comfort of green creates this beautifully mixed feeling of belonging and deep relaxation.

Where the two seem to perfectly mesh and perfectly wreck the brain.

Or let’s think about two more colors.

Pink and red.

The dumb ditziness that pink provides, the color of the brain and yet the color of dreams and desires.

Mixing together like the dreamy design of cotton candy, the slow loss of thought once the pink starts up can shut off the mind.

But, there’s also an underlying arousal to pink. How it seems to knock the brain a bit loose and make it a bit happier in the process.

And then there’s red.

The color of passion.

The color of love.

The color of arousal.

Because even if there are other feelings associated with red, we as humans see red as the color behind our deepest desires.

How it seems to etch permanently inside of us feelings of romantic resolve and pleasant passion.

And there’s always a deep desire within red.

A warmth that just won’t go away.

And if we combine red and pink?

Well, you get this ditzy desire.

This underlying, deep feeling of passion and persuasion.

A little arousal starting within the body as the brain gets dumber and the body gets hotter.

And it grows stronger as the colors mix and mix more and more.

Throwing in the deep shades of blue and green to deepen the feelings.

Rising arousal.

Deep relaxation.

All mixing together on the beautiful canvas of the mind.

Don’t hesitate to reblog or comment, either.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Until next time, stay cool for me. ‘kay tiger?

[ruzhuzhu]

get turned back human🫵

been thinking about sebastian wanting to become "human" again. i thought that one of particularly messed up in the head expendables, after retrieving the crystal and returning to the surface, couldn't move on from leaving senastian (and painter) down there and went back. they either infiltrated urbanshade as an employee or sneaked in?? somehow?? and returned.

using the help of all of collected data, info stolen in the way to balcksite they and painter performed a very illegal but successful surgery and other *procedures* on sebastian. he couldn't become entirely the same as before due to the mess in his anatomy and dna overall, but he grew his legs, main body lost scales, his face returned to somewhat recognizable to what he was before. said expendable having lots of engineering experience also built a mechanical body for painter so it could move on its own (it would be easier to eacape). on the way back they also grabbed eyefestation (anthropomorphized for whatever reason and given control over radiation via eye contact)

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thoughts on human-fish-human transition

the lure and the eyes couldn't be removed due to the amount of nerves and blood vessels in them as well as complex connections to sebastian's brain. the attempt to remove them would end up in his feath with 97% chance. machinations with the legs and tails were too complicated and simply splitting the tail or completely replacing them were not an option: the newly grown spine removal could result in paralysis and stuff. hence it was decided to mess with dna again (he grew legs again and his lower half was distorted)

he also couldn't simply shrink back to his original size so he is. very large. (260-280 cm?? in fish form his top half was ginormous)

i copy pasted that from my discord messages, so that's not beta read and may contain typos

[inkspottie]

Had a terrifying thought for the reverse AU... So because Brahams and painter are the only ones that havent been swapped yet, would that mean they swap??? because painter as the big boss is.. concerning (but has LOADS of potential) (also on a side note, saw the painter art for 23 and literally went 'nNOOOHO-')

Have a good one :D

Holy shit that would be so…terrifying. Terrifyingly good. Noir being a psychopathic computer and Painter being the eccentric doctor that likes to use his experiments like canvases.

Paint them with all sorts of colors and DNA…

[luffypedia]

love, trust and the betrayal that comes with it

in which sanji faces the repercussions for the love and trust he poured into you.

sanji loves. and he loves. and he’ll love even more. what can he say? love runs through his blood. it courses through his veins, it’s laced in his dna. he loves like it’s a summer day in paris, and he bikes down the street of your beauty, with a bright smile on his face. call him lovesick, call him foolish, call him any insult in the book; he will take it on the chin and brush it off, he can only be proud that he is such a lover.

sanji trusts. he trusts you. with every bone in his body, with every look he gives you, with every meal he gives you on a silver platter. sanji trusts you so much that if you asked him to jump, he’d ask you how high. so when you break that trust, it hurts.

the words leave your mouth, a flippant confession of your betrayal. how could you be so nonchalant about it? does it really not hurt you? do you not feel sorrow thinking about the relationship you tore apart, piece by piece? the sandcastle that sanji built for you two has been kicked down by you. the high-tide comes in and completely envelops what was left of the castle (if you could even call it that anymore), melting it down to sloppy wet sand, a fraction of what it was before. and all sanji can do is sit there and watch as you laugh at the demolition of this beautiful castle.

it hurts like nothing he’s felt before. it’s as if a train has crashed into his heart. how could you? how could you do this to him? break his heart in such a cruel way. he feels like a child. he feels small once again. he feels like he is in kindergarten, handing you a rose only for you to step on it. the petals of the rose, once vibrant red, mar into a deep black as the back of your shoe presses it into the ground as if it was nothing. it feels as if you do it simply to mock him.

his rose-tinted glasses shatter, into millions and millions of pink shards. oh, how he wishes those shards would pierce his eyes. pierce his eyes and make them cry blood. he’d rather have that happen to him than have to look you in the eyes. he’d rather his vision fill up with deep red, the colour of blood, the colour of the love he gave you.

these are the consequences of love he has been warned about. if he’d have known it would’ve hurt this much, he would’ve thought twice before falling head over heels for you. he should’ve known better, but how could he have known you’d have done this? he is a painter, painting a beautiful mirage of you, summery hues splayed onto the canvas. a painter will always love his paintings, and he can’t help but love you. you could burn the painting, tarnish it with a thick stroke of black all over, smothering the gorgeous image of you he painted, but the memories of it will stick with him forever. the memories of you could last him a lifetime; the good, the bad and the ugly - the love, the trust and the betrayal that came with it.

© luffypedia 2023

[conspicuous-clown-car]

ooughh u wanna explain the lore of pressure to me so badd (i have no clue what it is so explain it like ur talking to a third grader lmao)

okay this is only based off of what i know from what ive played, i havent read any wikis or anything and i dont have every file, so this just what i remember

So basically you're a criminal who was given a chance by a company called Urbanshade to earn freedom, money, and have your criminal record pardoned. All you gotta do is go take a submarine to Hadal Blacksite that's on lockdown to retrieve a crystal. The blacksite is located in a trench HELLA DEEP underwater in a weird pocket where the water pressure is that of a swimming pool. But since the pressure outside of that pocket is SUPER high, no living thing can get in or out of the blacksite unless you use their advanced submarines. You are now an expendable, and you aren't expected to return. Urbanshade does a lot of unethical experiments and tests at the hadal blacksite, some of which try to kill you. Many that you encounter are fish related, but other entities and creatures are located there as well, some are harmless too. (think scp)

One of the experiments was on sebastian solace who was convicted of murdering 9 people and was sentenced to death til urbanshade showed up. They gave him a bunch of different fish DNA and the whole point of it was to figure out how to give their employees gills, and it worked. But sebastian went from a regular human to a mutated fish creature. They didnt have any use for him after that so they made him do underwater maintenence. Then urbanshade found out he was wrongly accused and was innocent but it was too late bc hes a mutant fish now, so they just gave him better living conditions. Then when he was being transported somewhere he faked anesthesia and killed a guard, got his keycard, and started releasing other experiments and creatures from their cells. So its sebastian's fault the Hadal Blacksite is on lockdown. Then after all that he sets up a shop where you can buy gear and stuff thatll help you, and you give him the data you collect. Also urbanshade says if Z-13 (sebastian) is encountered, shoot on sight.

Theres also this ai called p.AI.nter who was originally a painting ai who was taken and made to mine crypto. It gets connected to the blacksite and uses turrets on you, tricks you into going through wrong doors to get killed/hurt by a creature, and locks you in rooms for a short time with a creature that will hurt you when you look at it (you're forced to look at it). Plus some other stuff that i dont remember. p.AI.nter has said that it prevents the player from reaching the crystal because if we do, sebastian and it cant escape. It has a kind of multi faceted personality, mocking the player at one point and apologizing at another. This is because it tried to kill itself by overclocking it's systems, so its all messed up.

idk why the crystal is so important, idk how getting it will prevent sebastian and pAInter from escaping. all i know is,

fishe

[izelandzero]

RAIN TOWER AU CHAR REFS COMPLETE 1/2

1/2

The Eternal

Backstory: Raised at the slugcat colony with his little brother "Guso", gourmand Treated them both like his little nephews help them to cook food and making pizzas for the whole colony every cycle, now his mission is to torn down the Void tower to prevent the deathly Rain into Chaos.

Food pips: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ | ○ ○ ○ ○

Food diet: Centipedes, crafted Food item (Any variant Pizzas), Slugcat, Slime molds. (He's Omnivorous)

The Dwarf & Mr Sticky The Scav

And Brick the Rat lizard 🥹

Those doesn't have Any specific abilities but guso's similar to gourmands, Mr sticky just a normal scavenger raising toll payment as taxes 💀

The Painter

backstory: A champion Giant Scavenger, who always winning in the arena. Loves Painting murals and doodles. He Hates Da Vinki after he lost at Art competition, so he decided to take revenge after side with "The trickster" first.

The Sheriff

And sloddy

Backstory: A Distant Western Variant Slugcat Who traveled afar, After Sacrificing his life his only pup who had suffer in turbo cancer by the iterator himself "Everlasting Entertainment" passing the cancer to him instead of the pup. His mission now was to target the Italian slugcat who ran passed by.

The Sheriff's

Food pips: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ | ○ ○ ○

Food diet: (Omnivorous ) Batflies,Poppy corn ,etc

Sloddy's

Food pips: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ | ○

Food diet: same with the sheriff

The Dwellers

Backstory: An Experimented Yeeks with the mix of DNA strands of slugcats and lantern mice, Neutral And Invasive Species that the Everlasting Entertainment given them a home and life. The Chieftain of the dwellers "The prankster" had to follow his orders to take down the Italian slugcat for amusement ways.

Food pips: ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ | ○

Food diet: (they're half carnivorous and omnivores) so..

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish actor Rory McCann born 24th April 1969 in Glasgow.

Six foot six inches tall, with brown eyes and dark hair, Rory McCann began his working life at the top - as a painter on the Forth Bridge. He came to notice in a television commercial for Scotts' Porage Oats, in which he appeared as a scantily-clad hunk in a vest and kilt and little else wandering snowbound streets but warmed by the inner glow of the porage. He claims that as a consequence he was often approached by people demanding that he "lift his kilt", I can quite believe that as who out there among us has never had that asked of us?

In 2002 he was seen in the TV comedy-drama 'The Book Group' playing a wheelchair-bound lifeguard, a part for which he won a Scottish BAFTA award for the best television performance of 2002. Since then he has taken television roles as Peter the Great and a priest in 'Shameless'. He made his Hollywood debut in Oliver Stone's 'Alexander'. Rory has never been in Taggart but did appear in another well known Scottish show, Monarch of the Glen.

Of course the role he is most famous for is, apart from the porage ads,that of Sandor "The Hound" Clegane in the popular Game of Thrones.

Film role have included, Beowulf & Grendel, Hot Fuzz and xXx: Return of Xander Cage

Rory used to be the frontman of a defunct band called Thundersoup in the early 90s. In 2017 he made a musical appearance as the drummer of Texas, a Scottish rock band, in their music video of Tell That Girl. He also plays the piano, banjo, guitar, and Mandolin.

Rory divides his time between homes in London and Glencoe, eh hates technology and loves being cut off and is known for living a solitary, transient lifestyle, he describes himself as such "I'm a man's man. I go out climbing and live outdoors." He used to solo rock climb and broke multiple bones in a near-fatal rock climbing accident in Yorkshire when he was 21. And ladies he is single, he says "I don't have a mortgage, I don't have a wife and I don't have kids, so I'm quite happy bumbling along."

I have found hat he mentioned a wife to someone in a bar in England last year, saying she set up his social media account as he wasn'ttechnically minded. Rory is normally quite a private person and I can find no evidence that he is actualy married, so who knows!

In 2019 Rory was seen in the Jumanji movie with fellow Scot Karen Gillan. In 2022 he became the narrator of the ITV1 series DNA Journey., We last saw him in the film Jackdaw a british action thriller set in North East England. He has a couple of projects ready for release, The Damned set in Iceland, and voice in a new animated mini series Knuckles, based on the video game Sonic the Hedgehog.

[memoirsofphangoriaofficial]

{PALE COURT INFO DUMP}

Lord: Evangelith, The Incandescence

Capital: Luxiene

Soul Servants: Pale Messengers, Tallaberius, Caecusille, and Aumm

Current Court master: Eugaira Loulverre

Current Royal Mage: Nephitas Harpheule

Magich theme: Fire and light

Symbols: Wings, Closed Eyes, Candles, Musical Iconography, Blindness, Crosses, Suns, Fire, white birds, unicorn horns, DNA spiral formations.

Colour allowed to be worn: (white must be worn, being the biggest percentage of an outfit) Gold, browns, beige, yellow, cream, White

Rank: High Court

Attire: white lace, gold jewellery, Religious imagery, Wing imagery, Faux Wings, jackets and dresses usually have open backs showing skin (symbolizes wings) some wear golden masks or lace coverings over the eyes (show respect to the Pale Lord) late 1700’s rococo fashion, very puffy and overwhelming, almost too lavish. Very soft and almost nightgowny at times, very dramatic and lavish clothing if in high class. Lace, ribbons and gold pieces incorporated in hairstyles. Mixture of Black/rococo hairstyles.

Physical Features: white and blond hair, dark skinned or tan, must have golden yellow eyes (can be different shades) , average height taller than other courts, Usually have lean muscular physiques, wide backs.

Characteristic jobs: Musicians, reporters and public speakers, economists, artists, sculptors, painters, singers, tailors, models

The Pale Court, is one of three High Courts, Being ruled by the Pale Lord, Evangelith, A blind, angel-like god of light. She is blind, her upper face covered by a golden mask, candles and wax melting all over her oversized hooded cloak and face. She is the first ‘Optic Twin’, her other half being the Violet Lord. She is a radiant thing, blinding her own self with her own overwhelming light. She is a figure considered with an almost fearful reverence. Her power and “perfection” being scary to most. Her courtiers find her to be almost unnerving. Her pearly white, almost unchanging smile, pale white wax dripping down her dark skin as if it were milky blood. Under her rule, her court is one of opulence and art. Sociality and charm permeating their culture. Mimicking old French nobility, much of social life is a sly and meticulous game. The more charm, the better reputation, the more likely you are to get what you want. For them, their strongest asset is their image, their mind. The ability to control themselves and their emotions with such precision. Some consider them to be “fake” and never knowing wether the mask is up or not, but in truth, most pale courtiers simply know when and where to speak. Art and music are musts. The pale court is known to have the best choir singers, orchestras and music that pierces the soul, every building being a piece of art, every chair, every pillar. The desire to make everything meaningful and artful is obvious just by seeing their infrastructure.

Being the court of fire and light, their fire and energy is used all across phangoria as power sources, lighting, and machinery. Most of the Grey Court would be dysfunctional without their fire spells. The outsourcing from other courts for their spellcasters brings in a large amount of money for them. Is that money used well? Pitifully not. Despite having the most economists, their distribution is in shambles. The poor are dirt poor and the rich are disgustingly lavish. There is a very minuscule middle class. (Think French Revolution, figures they’d follow suit in the old footsteps of their human compatriots) The Pale Court as well has a unanimous yet unspoken title of being the “Highest Court.” Despite the Violet Court supposedly meant to be their equal, over time the Pale Court manipulated it’s way to gaining such a position, even so that the Violet Court were almost naturally forced into agreement. Opinions of the Pale Court vary from court to court. Grey and Navy being closely in their thrall of companionship while Violet and Scarlet are less than pleased with their existence (Violet especially after much quarrels and wars.)

The Courtiers themselves have a reputation of being exceedingly unnerving. Not in the same way that their lord is but in an untrustworthy way. Even if true and kind hearted, the naturally behaviour and disposition of a pale courtier will come off as faux and almost condescending. Many of the higher class confirm such a stance with genuinely being that way. Their primed aristocratic environment and well tailored sense of manner and observation giving them a bloated ego. Their art makes them “better than the rest” “only they can understand the truth of the world” the lower class pale courtiers still have that sense of unnerving uncertainty, but with much more bombast and can easily find their bright and creative souls just underneath the skin. Making the best out of such a pitiful economy, art being just as valued. It brings joy, connection. Many lower class pale courtian towns consider themselves a whole social family.

Region: Luxiene (lux-she~en) is a strange phenomenon in terms of weather. The sun is always shining, almost never setting, but everywhere you look there is a heavy layer of snow. There is a theory that the characteristic “Angel Winds” actually chill the ground enough to keep it fully snowed over. With the glaring sun and the bright white snow, many pale courtiers require sunglasses to not blind themselves from such exposure. Luxiene vistas are filled with almost sparkling trees, pure white in their foliage, having a special type of conifers with white needles. Rivalling the tall trees is the architecture of the court, tall imposing white churches with spires that rival the heavens. Buildings tend to have angelic cherubs sculpted like gargoyles on top, with tall church windows. Everything is almost always a shade of light grey or white, lined with golds, almost blinding newcomers. The twinkling snow will get blown around gently by the faint winds, some people mentioning how the wind’s whistle almost sounds like the hum of angels, cold yet comforting. Most other courtiers don’t like to spend time in the region as you kind of have to get used to their strange climate, overwhelming brightness and almost eerie quietness of the vast lands interrupted by the humming Angel winds.

[culxiaa-fn]

I finished reading all the stories and CAEL'S ONE IS SO GOOD!?! I freaking love the time paradox troupe despite me hating time travel LIKE LOWKEY WHAT IF THE SITUATION IS JUST LIKE GODHEIM!CLARENCE?!? And 🤭🤭🥴 they are so cute tho 😞😞

As for Clarence's Will he finally escapes the angst ???? Why are his stories so sad... First Godheim now this... Clarence always waits patiently for MC... I was afraid that he created multiple android versions of himself to make sure at least one of them is there to greet MC when she returns but this?? More painful 😭😭 the way he immediately try to make MC not crying MANNN

IM SCREAMING?!? WHYYY LEGIT IM SOBBING BUT I CAN'T CRY MUCH CAUSE IM FASTING

Lars route is interesting... Despite everything he always remembers his little painter🫠🫠🫠 his first instincts always related to his little painter well being and safety ueeeuueee Lars you big teddy bear... Why did they all go into a destructive mode as soon as MC is not on their side >:/ but the ending is a bit rushed and confusing

Alkaid one lowkey surprised me 😭 I was like oh! A domestic one compared to the others!! How cute (but the scene where he apologized and said the one that he only loves is MC because of the DNA thingy) and he completely turned into a male wife waiting for his wife to return from war 😩🤭 but the end scene is just I will protect my wife's home so she have place to rest >:(

[vickyshinoa12]

Will you still love me if I’m… this? (Sebastian Solace x Victoria [OC] fanfic)

Warnings: mentions of violence, experiments on a human, brutality. Just adults stuff around but not NSFW like sex :) it’s kinda angst instead

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Sebastian has been down in this hellish site for years… to be trapped again when he caused a riot around is just another cut in his mental state. They were hunting him… they were going to search for him for releasing the identities around. He didn’t care. He wanted revenge on everyone who wronged him. The first one with Urbanshade and their sickest excitements they did on him.

They cut him up. They shoved every kind of fish dna into him. Just because he was wrongly accused of killing people? No… they took pleasure of this. Sebastian was sure he wasn’t the only one who had to go through it. That’s why he released the rest, so they can also too get their revenge.

Whenever guards came down to try and get the crystal, Sebastian would always let his ally Painter know. Painter would hack every single camera, security system, door… whatever was hooked on the internet. He sometimes would also too give chase to those poor men and women and slaughter them in the halls. Sometimes even mocking the higher ups by using their walkies to tell them to clean up their mess.

This continued until a little small human, an expendable, came upon the site. She was scared and her teammates were going to get her killed. Pretty much it happened. He knew it after all, he’s seen it many times. When he went to give her the document of what killed her, she didn’t want to go back. Many prisoners especially expendable would keep trying… she wanted to leave. Coward. He thought but couldn’t help but feel bad for some reason, he didn’t know why. She was apart of the very organization that made him like this. What made her so special?

Sebastian met her the next time and this time in his shop. He ran down what he did and explained that he needed documents and will traded them for wares. She understood and did as planned. Heck… the woman shocked him when she afforded his whole stock. He just shook his head and told her good luck… if only he could have that luck sent… when he went to gather the items for other expendables. He saw her corpse… laid upon the floor lifeless. Whoever took her life was quick and didn’t bother cutting her up.

His heart burned. Like he lost something if value to him. Almost like a friend, a family member, maybe even…. A lover? He knew he couldn’t think of that stuff cause again, she was an amazing expendable… but something within him told him that this expendable might be of use. She’s scared, she wants to get out, she was basically forced into the roll of grabbing the crystal… she didn’t even volunteer. He smirked knowing what he can do.

The two had conversations as she came to visit and but his stuff. Countless times he would see her corpses littered amongst the floors of the site. More and more his heart hurt for her. His plan of deceiving her was running out of his head and instead… an idea where he can help he’s get out… along with everyone else.

Sebastian never told her though. He wanted to make sure she didn’t tell another expendable up top about it. When they met again she told him her name, “Victoria! But you can call me Tori for short!”

“Victoria? That’s… a normal name…”

“I know. Mom gave it to me.” She laughed.

Damn, why’d he like her? She’s weird, dumb, naiive, clumsy, and just downright bad at doing her job she was sent to do…

But he continued having those feelings for her and it just got more fierce every time she died. One day a thought ran over him… Will she love me… if I’m like this? He thought and looked upon himself. She wouldn’t love him… she would hate him. He killed many people, caused this whole shit in the first place… If he was still human.. would he have a shot? He growled and threw a hard punch to the metal wall, crushing it without fail. “I cant…” he cried, “I can’t tell her… it’ll hurt if I do…”

[ghastlybee]

Fuck it, pressure ocs

This is Mimi and Penny!!

More info about both of them under the cut.

Mimi is an expendable, a bit of an airhead at times and while she has used a flash beacon on herself (by accident, multiple times) she is far from stupid.

After being caught graffitiing and defacing multiple government properties, Mimi was given a felony sentence of 10 years. Would she do it again? Yeah definitely, maybe not sign up for the pardon though.

She pretty much beefs with anyone sentient in the blacksite, especially the PAInter, as she simply finds it amusing. After reading Sebastian’s file she takes on the nickname “Shrimpy” for him. He hates it.

After she finds out that Sebastian has been actively sabotaging the expendables so he can escape, Mimi finds herself stalling at getting the crystal. Whether it’s getting herself hurt and having to return, or actively sabotaging her teammates under the guise of her airheadedness. Maybe she can stall long enough for the experiments to get out alive and, by extension, herself.

Penny is a 20 year old girl who was a broke, disabled college student. After having both of her legs amputated at the age of 8 (reason currently not decided why she needed the double amputation), she was left wheelchair bound.

While Penny didn’t exactly hate being in her wheelchair and by all means was extremely independent, she still couldn’t help but feel stuck and trapped. So when an 18 year old Penny found a flyer for trials to test an “almost perfected” experiment to regenerate limbs, Penny jumped at the opportunity. Not only could she use the money for her schooling, she could very well get her legs back. What’s the worse that could happen?

Obviously, Urbanshade is anything but honest and were merely searching for, and taking advantage of, disabled participants. Penny was thusly declared a runaway as a cover for urbanshade. Penny would never return home.

Penny was injected with the DNA of several fish and a chameleon. This lead to her growing to about 16 feet tail and sprouting tentacles. A second mouth appeared on her stomach. She can blend into her surroundings and has a venomous bite if bitten.

A store bought neon zebra fish

Vampire squid

whale shark

Laticauda (sea snake)

chameleon

Axolotl

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that EMMELINE ‘MEL’ DEVEREUX.. they’re a 21-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being FOOLISH  &  SHORTSIGHTED but there are some people who have seen them being AMIABLE  &  INNOVATIVE.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the buttery taste of freshly baked puff pastry, meticulously crafting fondant decorations for a showpiece cake, and losing track of time being hyper focused on a task, but that could just be because they’re considered the SWEET BAKER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

I'll bet you got pushed around Somebody made you cold But the cycle ends right now 'Cause you can't lead me down that road

OVERVIEW

Name: Emmeline Paisley Devereux

Nickname(s): Mel

DOB: February 11, 2103

Age: 21

FC: Minnie Mills

Height: 5'6"

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation: Pastry Chef at Irresistible Indulgence

Relationship Status: Single (Chem Testing)

[+] amiable, spirited, innovative [–] foolish, shortsighted, saccharine

BIOGRAPHY

Emmeline is the youngest child to a wealthy single mother in the upper district. She has two older siblings, and all three of them are synths; each made using their mother's DNA and the DNA of a different close friend of hers.

Their mother Amelie was already in her forties when she decided to start a family. An heiress with no living relatives, she knew that she wanted to have kids but did not want to settle down with a committed partner. Instead, she opted to raise them by herself with the support of her many and varied friends.

A life-long patron of the arts, Amelie's social circle was a diverse group of people consisting entirely of artists, intellectuals, and eccentrics from all ages and walks of life—painters, sculptors, poets, playwrights, and philosophers, to name a few. The estate that Mel and her siblings grew up in was a hotbed of creativity and lively debates with people constantly coming and going.

Their mother was herself a little out there, being a kooky older lesbian with an impulsive streak who took frequent and often multiple lovers; but no matter what she had going on in her own life, she was always attentive to her children.

She was also very generous, personally supporting many talented people who were struggling financially while attempting to pursue their passion, whatever it was. A lot of them even ended up coming to live at the estate for a while.

One such individual was a pastry chef who lived with them for almost an entire year. During that time, Mel would join them in the kitchen as often as she could to watch them work, and they would tutor her in their craft.

Mel continued to show both an interest and an aptitude for baking as they got older. She didn't fair quite as well in school, often struggling with her grades, but that was okay. Their mother never emphasised academic achievement as the only measurement of talent. To her, having passion was more important.

By the time that Mel finished high school, the pastry chef who once lived with them had become quite successful and even opened their own upscale bakery at Grand Treasure Plaza, where they offered her an apprenticeship. She has been working there for the past 3 years and is now a fully-fledged pastry chef.

They have always been very open and proud of their family's unconventional approach to life, which has occasionally made them a target for ridicule among their peers; especially those that grew up in very conventional homes to parents with very traditional values. They have never really let that bother them.

Sweet and amiable, she always assumes people have good intentions and is prone to not picking up on when others are mean to her. However, it is unclear how much of that is genuine naivety, and how much is her way of fighting back. After all, it is better to kill people with kindness, and bullies are less likely to continue their harassment if they can't get a rise out of you.

MISC

Mel has both dyslexia and dyscalculia. Her mother does not believe in the use of psychosurgery, especially on minors, but promised that if they wanted to fix it when they were an adult, she would pay for it. They haven't felt the need to.