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wasteland, baby! | x.mh

⭐starring: xu minghao 💌 genre: angst | wc: 1.4k 💬preview: they say love can cure infection.

cw/tw: character death, heavy angst, true love and soulmate trope, descriptions of suffering and wounds, a countdown of time, apocalyptic world

🪽fic rating: pg

☁️ masterlist & a/n: i only have one thing to say: @studioeisa (kae), this one’s for you. thank you so much to @lovetaroandtaemin (ally) and @chanranghaeys (haneul) for beta reading <3

now playing: wasteland, baby! by hozier

this is an addition to the angst olympics: click here to read the masterlist!

They say love can cure infection.

Scratch that—true love can cure infection.

The silent countdown had started in Minghao’s head five minutes after the first bite. It burned and smelled of rotten flesh, as he peeled back his tattered shirt to reveal the charred teeth marks embedded in the side of his chest.

Minghao keeled over and threw up at the sight. What was the longest survival rate for infection again? Minghao couldn’t think straight.

Right. 10 measly days.

As he stumbled out of the ruins and onto the grassy field surrounding him, Minghao tried to gather his bearings. Turning left, towards the oncoming horizon, would take him back to base—towards the medics and his best chance of survival.

But Minghao was never an avid believer of science. He knew the millions of dollars the government had put into finding the cure was a hoax.

10 days to live. The countdown in his mind ticked on.

Minghao stubbornly turned right and began his trek to you.

“You love me, right?” Minghao’s battered and bruised face enters your line of sight. His lips are cracked and tinted with blood, his left eye sporting colors of purple and blue—yet he had never looked more handsome.

“I do.” It was a fact, as plain as could be.

“Then we have nothing to worry about.”

Minghao was resilient and strong-willed, all great characteristics for surviving the ongoing spread of disease, a strange infection that was eradicating humanity, nation by nation. He had ranked top of his class in the military, and his commanding officer had given him a 98% chance of survival.

But Minghao was also filled with misguided hope and optimism. And that cut his chance of survival down to 0.03%.

After all, the infection was brutal, cruel, and left no space for such futile things.

“Of course.” You reply, threading your grimy fingers through his own blackened ones. “We’ve got true love on our side.”

Your commanding officer had given you a 78% chance of survival. You were a realist, weak-willed but full of wit and life. Then he had given one glance at the way you looked at Minghao and changed your chance to 0.01%.

The infection might have no space for hope and optimism, but it actively choked out love.

9 days. Minghao had always been a patient person, yet with his journey still leading nowhere close to you, he began to panic.

He used to laugh at the prospect of dying, saying he’d welcome death with open arms and laugh in his face. But everyone says they’ve made peace with death until it’s actually time to go. Minghao stares at death’s face before falling asleep, and the laughter chokes down his throat.

He passes fields of flowers and drying grass on his trek towards you, the sun beating down torturously on his back. He stops only to sleep.

He sees your face in his dreams.

8 days. Fighting past a pack of the undead barely drained his energy. He plows on, through the snaking river and across the rickety wooden bridge.

He hallucinates your figure walking ahead of him and nearly falls in the water trying to reach you.

“Y/N!” He calls, and the birds on the trees fly off from the sound. It echoes, and Minghao is suddenly too aware of how he is utterly alone for miles.

He watches as you run towards the edge of the bridge, your summer dress flowing in the wind. You lean over, and his heart catches in his lungs.

He’s about to warn you to be careful, but you turn and smile, and Minghao’s brain goes quiet. No loud thoughts. No annoying drone. No hum.

“Come look.” You beckon to him with your hand. The ring on your finger catches the light and glitters. It becomes the only thing he can focus on. You bring him next to you, and he watches the ducks follow their mother home on the rippling water.

He blinks and remembers the waters have long since been dry.

7 days or so. Minghao can feel that he’s close to home, to you. He wonders for a moment if you’re missing him, and a weak laugh escapes from him. What a silly thought. Of course you miss him too.

The landscape around him has transitioned from the drying fields to a cracked desert. He’s parched but hardly feels it. One foot in front of the other. Again, again.

Minghao counts down the days left in his life and when he can see you.

6 days, or is it 5? He can hardly remember anymore. He whispers your name in his sleep, his lips cracked and his throat as dry as the world around him.

He counts the amount of breaths he takes and wishes he could store them in a bottle for later. He doesn’t know how much of those he has left.

He feels your fingers run through his hair like phantom pains.

“We’ll see each other again.” He had promised you before leaving. “I’ll return to you.”

You nodded, running your hands through his growing hair. “I’ll be waiting.”

One of the undead growls from behind him and interrupts your parting. Minghao barely flinches when you aim your pistol over his shoulder, and a gunshot rings out.

You frown up at him. “That could’ve killed you.”

He smiles. “But you had my back. You always do.”

“I won’t be with you out there.” You shake your head at his easy going nature.

He presses a firm kiss to each of your hands. “Don’t worry about me. I beat you in training, didn’t I?”

You nod. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close.

Neither one of you mentions how 97.8% of people who leave the encampment don’t ever return.

Minghao hates statistics. They’re never in his fucking favour.

4 days. Minghao continues to walk, ignoring the fact that he’s utterly lost. Somewhere along his journey he had lost nearly half of his vision, and he could no longer see more than a few steps ahead of him.

He could feel it so very clearly that he was dying.

“It’s just wasteland, baby.” Minghao murmured into your hair as the two of you laid down on your bunk. “Just wasteland.”

“I miss all the pretty things we used to have.”

He hums. “You’re the prettiest thing in this wasteland, baby.”

You laugh, smacking his arm gently. “That’s cheesy.”

He laughs too. “No, but I’m being serious. The world might be ending, but at least it’s ending with me next to you.”

“Just wasteland.” You echo his words from before. His finger draws circles on your arm. “True love can cure infection, anyways.”

That was his lifeline. He had to believe reaching you could save him.

Minghao stopped to gather his bearings. He turned around. It was a wasteland all around.

3 days.

“Minghao!” He hears his name coming from you and spins around to greet you. He spins too fast and stumbles, falling to his knees.

“Y/N?” It comes out as a hoarse whisper, barely uttered. “Y/N?”

He wants to believe you’ve come out to find him– that you’ve met him halfway, because he knew he was nowhere near home.

Minghao uses the last of his energy to raise his head up towards the sky. The clouds are dark and unmoving. He doesn’t see you.

He doesn’t move.

2 days.

You’re waiting by the castle tower. You haven’t moved from your spot on the lookout for the last 5 days, eagerly looking out towards the stretch of barren land for your lover.

“He’s not coming back.” Someone gently places a hand on your shoulder.

You raise your gun as a warning. “Shut up.”

They leave.

You keep waiting.

1 day left.

Minghao gets up from his spot on the desert floor. He keeps walking. He walks and walks until he sees the outline of a decrepit castle.

You see him from afar before his face is even visible. It’s a speck of a person, stumbling towards the castle, their steps uncoordinated and slow.

You squint, and you can’t tell if it’s really him.

You run out to meet him. Just in case. You know from the way he’s moving that something’s wrong. You know you’re the only one who can save him. If it really is him.

You skid to a stop a few meters away.

An undead stares back at you and continues to walk closer. He has the growing locks of hair and eyes of your lover.

And for the first time, you don’t raise your gun.

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patolemus · 10 months ago

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Sterek fic recs: ABO/Mpreg AU Edition

As per @oldefashioned's request, since this is for her, here you go. I tried to filter my bookmarks, so these are more about the plot than the smut. There's probably a lot of ABO without mpreg, but I hope some of these change your mind about it!!

1. Fire, Fury and Flame by IAmAVeronica

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Notes: this is Jane the Virgin if there were werewolves and abo. It’s absolutely phenomenal. That's it, I have nothing else to say, 10/10. It's completed!

2. I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?” He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur. Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Notes: Stiles does something he's not supposed to. Derek is... confused. It ends up pretty okay. Also kind of an office au?? Anyways they're both dorks and I love them. It's completed, but you need to have an account to see this work.

3. Take Me Away From Here by Hedwig221b (also @hedwig221b here on tumblr!)

Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf. The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable. If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him. He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.

Notes: of course I had to rec at least one Hedwig abo fic, they're the best! Don't you worry, there's a lot more in this list. This is a historical au... sort of. If history had werewolves and omegas. Don't worry, it works out fine. The whole world building in itself is interesting, because it treates omegas like a different species. Derek, my beloved, always and forever obsessed with Stiles! It gets dark for a little while, but don't fret, all is okay in the world. It's completed!

4. Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep

In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens. Derek has slept with that faded red hooded sweatshirt every night since he got it in the mail. It’s calming, that scent; it’s everything to him. So it’s strange now that Derek is smelling it wafting from the end of the subway car as it careens towards the L line, lights flickering on the passing platforms.

Notes: imagine meet cute, only Derek is too socially awkward to actually enact the necessary steps to make it a meet cute, and Stiles has to do it instead. Also using the good old trope of Stiles' scent being like cocaine to Derek. It's very wholesome, and it's completed.

5. Never a Hardship by Julibean19

“Derek, meet Stiles, your new bodyguard,” Talia says. Derek doesn’t get up. He’s frozen to his seat on the couch, staring at the man who will now be hounding his every step. “What’s a Stiles?” he asks dumbly, finally budging when his mother smacks him on the shoulder. “That’s Chief Stiles to you,” his mother says, scolding him. Derek huffs in annoyance, wondering how this could possibly get worse. “Senior Chief Stilinski is a Navy SEAL, Special Operations Forces, and has been handpicked by me, out of several hundred options. You will treat him with respect and do what he says.” “I’m a grown man, Madam President,” Derek says through clenched teeth. “You can’t expect me to listen to this guy. I don’t know anything about him."

Notes: I love First Family aus! And Omega First Son!Derek with Alpha Bodyguard!Stiles is just delightful. There's a lot of omega politics, and Stiles gets to be a total badass when he and Derek are not pining after each other. Also, Chris Argent, surprisingly, is the best. I don't know what else to say without spoiling everything, so just know this is amazing! It's completed.

6. A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing by dumpac

"What the fuck, Stiles, what the fuck?!" "No, no, you don't understand, Scotty, this is the best idea ever!" "Because you think registering as a fucking alpha to college when you're actually an omega is the best idea ever? It's not even a good idea!" Or : Being an omega, Stiles has few chances to be accepted in the college of his dreams. Registering as an alpha seems like a good idea... until his new roommate, hot-as-the-sun alpha Derek Hale, comes in the equation.

Notes: I know I say this a lot but this fic is SO GOOD!! Stiles pretends to be an alpha and IT WORKS because he's a badass, only things go a little bit sideways because he's not an alpha and Derek... well Derek has no idea. My poor man is confused. Also has a dash of good old discrimination against omegas and nepotism. One of my favorite abo AND college au fics. It's completed.

7. Untouchable by Hedwig221b

The day Stiles Stilinski entered the Berkeley campus was the day all the alphas went absolutely fucking nuts. See, omegas were rare, even more than redheads. Got to be extremely fucking lucky to even see one in a lifetime. They were supposed to be these ethereal creatures of beauty and elegance, irresistible and blinding. And Stiles Stilinski was exactly that.

Notes: another Hedwig fic hehe. This one makes me go feral EVERY TIME. Literally one of my favorite fics to ever exist, I think I've read it three times in the last month and a half alone. If you're looking for unhinged sterek with absolutely besotted Derek, and pretty omega Stiles who has only eyes for him, this is the fic for you. They are literally so great!! 10/10, please please please go read this. It's completed.

8. You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha's head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek's never felt any of that. He's just not that kind of alpha. Then he meets Stiles.

Notes: I love Derek in this, he's trying SO HARD to remain nonchalant over Stiles, but he never stood a chance. One whiff of Stiles' scent and he was a goner, pathetically entranced. Good thing Stiles wants him back hehe. A sprinkle of Enemies to Lovers (and really, can we say it's sterek if it doesn't have enemies to lovers who are inexplicably drawn to each other despite their best efforts to appear indifferent?). It's completed.

9. His Only Defence by LunaCanisLupus_22

Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

Notes: I honestly don't know how to explain this one. It's a modern au, only archaic abo rules exist and Stiles and Derek... well, Stiles is Stiles and Derek is Derek. They work it out. It's completed, but you need to have an account to read this work.

10. cheer up, babe by graveltotempo, SpringlockedSpectre

He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.

Notes: Derek is pining and makes a fool of himself all the time in front of Stiles. Stiles, thankfully for Derek, finds it charming. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed. I also recommend checking up graveltotempo's other works, they're great!

11. Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted. Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek. Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

Notes: this makes me go feralllll it's so good. The Sheriff is imprisoned for what basically amounts to bullshit charges, and he and Derek share a cell. When Derek is freed, he looks for Stiles to make good on his promise to the Sheriff to take care of him. Somehow, they end up running from the law lol, my little criminal babies. Their relationship here is so uuuuuuughhhhh so wonderful! There's also critics to the system and talk about abo politics. It's completed.

12. Side Character by Hedwig221b

He should’ve kept his mouth shut. He should’ve smiled like always. Now everything was ruined, crushed, destroyed. Dust, shards, and the remnants of his pride. Love that no one needed. Derek’s gaze scalded the side of his face but Stiles refused to meet it. He had already revealed too much.

Notes: Hedwig, as always, writes such good stories! Seriously one of my favorite sterek writers! Stiles is oblivious and pining, Derek is also oblivious and pining, only in a completely different manner. They still end up together because they are meant to be in EVERY UNIVERSE. This doesn't have the traditional Alpha/Omega pairing, since Stiles is a Beta (really, the root of all this issue in the first place) He is very insecure in this one, but Derek is here for him. It's completed.

13. Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Notes: this is a very sweet one. Pretty light hearted, especially compared to canon. The bullying does get a little intense at some points, though, so if that's triggering proceed with caution. Jock Derek, my beloved. Stiles is a loner, and also very insecure on this one! But Derek is an absolute sweetheart and a real champ, so love conquers all. Has some Bad Friend Scott, too, so if that's something you're interested in, this is your fic. It's completed.

14. We Gotta Hide What We're Doin' by CharWright5

As a Bodyguard within the Stilinski Rodzina, Derek's one and only job is to watch over the Omega son—and only child—of the Family's Head, Stiles, a task that is easier said than done some nights. It's just good that the Alpha knows the best way to punish the little troublemaker when his bratty behavior threatens to expose a secret that could get the Bodyguard killed.

Notes: this one has a lot of smut, and the premise is absolutely killer. I'm actually very sad it's not 200k words long, but what can you do? Stiles is the heir to a Mafia Empire, and Derek an enforcer and Stiles' personal bodyguard since he was young. Stiles is a spoiled brat here, but Derek likes that hehe. It's also a secret relationship. It's kiiiiind of dark, since this is a mafia au, but nothing too terrible. To be honest the most explicit part is the smut. It's completed.

15. Survival of the Species by Lissadiane

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him. “No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.” Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.” “So, so much worse,” Scott agrees. * In which Derek's pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha's children.

Notes: honestly?? One of the best fics I've read about mpreg, not just in the Teen Wolf, but in general. It keeps things real, everyone is the appropriate amount of freaked out, for a while no one is having a good time, and there's enough to hint at body horror that my angst thirst is satisfied. Don't worry though, everything's fine! And there's no actual body horror, Stiles just has a very wild imagination. There's also not actual mpreg either, it's just discussed. It's complete.

16. before the world catches up by negativelyme

Stiles is a beta, so he’s never been a part of the annual Winter Mating Rituals that take over his high school. Or so he thinks.

Notes: this one is so wholesome! Derek truly is trying his very best, you can do it, Derek! Stiles' I'm-a-Beta-no-one-wants-me issues are getting in the way of true love. All ends well. It's completed.

17. All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by orphan_account

Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate. And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did. (Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they're neighbors.)

Notes: it's pretty much what it says in the summary. Overall very wholesome, made me laugh. Derek is absolutely precious here. It's completed.

18. You Want Me Back by graveltotempo

Stiles and the Hale pack come back to Beacon Hills for a High School reunion.

Notes: classic 10 year reunion fic (or maybe it's not classic in this fandom?? Tbh, most of the reunion fics I've read are from KHR), Stiles comes back to BH married and with a child. He, Jackson and Isaac are the best of bests, and Derek is, of course, wonderful. Peter is also pretty great, even if he appears for like 5 seconds. Canon Divergent from season 3b, bad friend Lydia, bad friend Scott. There's an epic smackdown and the Hales are basically top dogs. It's completed.

19. Over the Moon by likeshipsonthesea

Stiles and Derek spend a night together, and Derek, thinking he's protecting Stiles, tells him it was a mistake. Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He also leaves behind 6 letters to say goodbye to the pack. From his letters, the pack thinks he's killed himself. Meanwhile, Stiles is in NYC, living with Jackson, going to Columbia, oh, and he's pregnant.

Notes: Derek is an idiot, but his heart is in the right place. Misscomunication ensues, basically, and it escalates way too much. Jackson and Stiles' broship is literally the best thing ever, I love them!!!! We should have more fics with them being the best duo ever.

20. the Jurisdiction series by elisera

John is a pretty level-headed guy. He wasn’t always, back during his own Sturm und Drang period, but he married a firecracker of a woman and got a kid with an affinity for trouble like he got payed for ending up in it, so someone had to level out or they would’ve ended up living in a treehouse or Lapland doing god knows what. Anyway, getting a hold of his temper is one of John’s better life achievements. It makes him a good sheriff and it kept him from blowing his lid too badly those last two years when Stiles started acting out in a way that John had never seen before. But the temper is still there. He’s reminded of it when he comes home on a random Saturday in March after spilling his milkshake all over his uniform shirt only to notice he didn’t have a spare in the station and finds Stiles bend over the kitchen sink with hunched shoulders.

Notes: the first part of the series gets, admittedly, pretty violent. Everything after that is very wholesome though. The Sheriff is an absolute gem in this one! Also, the mpreg is a very important factor after the first part of the series, but the first part is mostly just sterek pining and the aforementioned violent events. I'd mind the tags. It's completed.

21. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

Notes: a wonderful accidental pregnancy fic. I love the Sheriff on this one, he's so supportive and actually has a hold of every single braincell because he is just THAT great. Stiles is also lovely, and while Derek is missing for like the first third of the fic he's great, too. This are pretty fluffy all around! It's completed.

22. I Don't Blame You for Being You (but you can't blame me for hating it) by LadySlytherin

Derek hits Stiles with his Camaro - 'Dammit, Stiles, it was an accident!'...'Why don't I believe you?' - and hilarity ensues.

Notes: do you know how there are fics that make you go 'I LOVE STEREK SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAH'? Well, this is one of them. Derek hits Stiles with his car, Stiles ends with a broken leg, Derek gets to take care of him while he recovers as payment. Oh, and there's a fight about which pack Stiles actually belongs to, but that works itself out. It's pretty great. It's also completed.

23. Predators by Hedwig221b

He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles. And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.

Notes: to be honest, I thought I'd be putting this on another section, since this is a creature!Stiles fic (and it'll definitely go there when I make that fic rec list), but if it has mpreg then it has mpreg. This is actually one of my favorite fics ever!! I feel like I'm always saying this but it bears repeating, so: Hedwig always makes such great stories (as proven by the sheer amount of Hedwig fics I have in my rec lists lol). Stiles is so uuuuuugh in this one, I love him! And Derek! Oh lord, Derek makes me go feral here. Honestly, so good! It's completed, but do mind the tags because it gets... intense.

24. Disposition by Tulikettu

Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? Derek needs a partner for his rut. What a coincidence.

Notes: alright so this last one really veers off track from the rest of this list. It's basically pure smut so if you're not into that, don't read it. It also doesn't actually have mpreg, it's just discussed (and barely as a subject, since in their current present it isn't possible). Also, the kinks are... well, they are. There are some pretty triggering stuff in here so please mind the tags before you read, because if it's in the tags, you will read it, in detail. Other than that, it's pretty great! Stiles and Derek are very obsessed with each other, as they should. It's completed!

And this is everything. I honestly surprised myself with the amount of fics that ended up here, I hadn't realized I'd read that many sterek fics with ABO and mpreg. I hope you like these, Shar! And of course, anyone else who bounds finding this, I hope you enjoy these too.

#for oldefashioned #fic rec list #fic recs #abo #abo dynamics #mpreg #sterek #eternal sterek #teen wolf fic rec #teen wolf #eternalsterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #ao3

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communist-hatsunemiku · 10 months ago

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Top 5 or top 10 favourite Miku designs!!!

OK im finally going to answer this ask using 100% of my brain power.

I don't actually have favorites generally, but there are some modules I would LOVE to see more fanart of, these modules maybe have like one or two pieces of art out there.

Jersey

just perfectly fits when playing PO PI PO, and Miku with her hair in a bun is always good.

2. Hello, Good Night

I mean just look at Her, She's the Queen of dreams and snork-mimimi. Basically the sandman if he was fucking epic. (this song is so fucking hard tho)

3. FOnewear Style

Extreme video game vibes, and ELF EARS. AND THE BOOTS WHIP ASS!!! I love all the little ball accessories

4. Hello World

I've literally never seen fan art of this module. It's super "sci-fi princess of the galaxy" vibes, it's Miku from the year 2253. It's the Miku that appears as an AI controlling some kind of 'Arc' class spaceship, the humans on board have all died for some reason so when you meet her she's been alone for awhile... I just made myself sad wtf.

5. Dancing All Night

Extremely cool, extremely techo, this Miku knows how to put on a rave, and the little screens on her chest are animated! Plus the black boots, the black skirt, and the black gloves are sexy af

6. Interviewer

This is what Miku wears on a day She has off, the low ponytails, the bike shorts, no shoes, baggy hoodie like whats not to love. But then they go and give Her red eyes? why tf not

7. Racing Miku 2012 ver.

The racing QUEEN, She is presiding over one of those violent 'death race' type of motorsports events and She's sitting in a skybox watching the chaos unfold and laughing. She may or may not be meddling with the outcome of the race with a devious control panel that's linked to all kinds of hazards built into the track. She may or may not have some kinda freakish underling that's just begging to activate his most fucked up traps and obstacles, and She may or may not allow him to set some of them off, if she's in the mood.

8. Siren

I find this module really charming because you'd think the color combinations and the kind of antiquated dress design wouldn't work but they come together in this campy way and it's so good. And the song it's tied to has this great 'twist' where the beginning of the song is this slow ballad being sung in some kinda garden, and then it's revealed that She's ACTUALLY performing in this crazy far off alien-world arena where I imagine all kinds of shady characters and rough types are patrons. And they come from all over to hear Miku sing.

I'm going to stop at 8 modules, ty so much for this ask though! These kind of questions really give me a chance to write about Miku and dive into imagining Her in all kinds of settings and scenarios!

#vocaloid #hatsune miku #project diva

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cryptias-space · 8 months ago

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I finally finished it!

Welcome fully to the world, human Lord's in Black!

My favorite design is probably Blinky and Tinky. The only one I'm not 100% happy with is Wiggly. I wanted to give him more detailed tartan pants but I just gave up. He has Christmas colors though, I thought it was funny. Nibbly having tanlines was a completely random choice. I think him having a bagel in his mouth gave me too much Aoi Asahina vibes and I was compelled for the tanlines lol

The story so far is that Webby got tired of her brothers wreaking havoc and decided they needed to see how hard it is to be human. She sent them all to Hatchetfield, with Wilbur Cross in toe to keep them in line, as human teenagers. She left Wilbur a book of everything they need to know, including new names and semi new human forms. Along with these new fully human bodies comes with human issues, like disabilities and mental health issues. (AKA more headcanons I can force onto them lol)

Individuals and more info under the cut

First up and shortest at 5 foot 4, Nibblenephim.

Nibbly is now named Nikolai Phillips, or Nicky for short. He is the only one of the LiB to have been put in an AFAB body due to his genderfluid identity and more feminine leaning nature. He does not mind this at all.

When Nicky goes to school he decides on joining the Culinary club, desperate to learn how to cook since Wilbur is so garbage at it. He is constantly being hit on by everyone at school and he takes advantage of it to make them take him to Pasqualli’s to get free food.

With Nibblys design I wanted to steer away from the classic Hairstyle. Everyone has his eyes covered, and while I do love that design so much, it would get in the way of his cooking and it isn't practical. I personally hc him as genderfluid and afab so I had to do it to him lol

The "human issue" I'm giving Nicky is ADHD and really bad memory issues. This is going to cause people to tease him for being dumb and while he jokes back about it, the teasing does get to him.

Second in at 5 foot 6, T'noy Karaxis.

Tinky is now named Tobias Kelly, or Tobi for short. Despite being 18 his goatee often makes people think he's older.

Tobi joined band, specifically as a trumpet player (iykyk), as well as joining the robotics club. He spends most of his time clinging to Peter Spankoffski and breaking into Theodore Spankoffski's home and workplace. He is constantly getting in trouble at school for being a class clown.

With Tinkys design I was going for a sort of extremely simple pastel goth or harajuku. Originally I wanted to give him way more of a Decora fashion but I didn't want him to look too complicated. He compulsively buys and plays with rubicks cubes (the colors are supposed to reference the Spankoffski brothers) also, notice the Tobi ♡ Peter friendship bracelet... Peter won't wear his lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Tobi is Autism and BPD. I feel like Tinky being autistic in any way makes sense, so Tobi is autistic with a special interest in puzzles and electronics (and the Skankoffski's but he won't admit that). With extremely sensitive ears and autism, he tends to have meltdowns often. And these meltdowns tend to be in public, causing people to judge him and think of him as a child. The BPD comes in with quick changing emotions, Ted and Pete being his favorite persons and getting extremely jealous and territorial. (I have BPD so I had to force this on him lol)

In the middle and completely average at 5 foot 10, Wiggog Y’Wrath. (He says he's 6 foot)

Wiggly is now named Waylon Webb. An obvious reference to the Waylon's and a painful reminder that Webby is the one who did this to them.

Waylon joined the chess team and quickly became the best player, and the leader. He also ran for student council president and won. He used his siblings skills to make sure he won. He bribed the student body with Nicky's food, annoyed the competition with Tobi's trumpet playing, and took amazing campaign photos with the help of Benjamin (Blinky). Percy (Pokey) refused to help him.

With Wiggly's design I wanted to go very simple and stick with the letterman jacket he had in NPMD. However... I had to give him red pants, I needed him to be Christmas colors lol I wish I spent time to figure out how to do his pants but alas, I am dumb. He wears the crown all the time, and it often gets stolen by Max Jägerman to tease him for being short

The "human issues" I'm giving Waylon is NPD. He views himself as better than everyone, save for a few specific people he views as equals. He struggles with self esteem and even if he would never admit it, what others think of him really matters. He often goes into crashes if the people around him ignore him too much, and he will go into highs when he gets too cocky. When he's in one of these crashes, Waylon gets extremely depressed and either isolates or desperately seeks attention. (I also have NPD so I had to force this on him lmao)

The second tallest at 6 foot 1, Bliklotep.

Blinky is now named Benjamin Thomas, or Benji for short. While he does have a face, his eyes being green if you're curious, he almost always has a phone or camera in front of his face.

Benji joined the photography club as well as the school newspaper. He writes almost exclusively gossip columns but the school eats it up. He does however take amazing photos for his siblings when needed, and also seems to have a strange obsession with amusement parks. Speaking of strange obsession, much like Tobi, Benji is often breaking into the CCRP building, but no one is quite sure why. Whenever asked he just says "an old friend" works there.

Blinky is my favorite design of the group I think. I knew I wanted him to be kinda feminine and lanky, but not as feminine as Nibbly and not as twink body as Pokey. His eye motif worked so well for the overalls and I feel like I managed to make eyes and overals not feel like The Minions lamo I also love the orange hair with the purple in it. The boots are supposed to be the knee high convers but in all magenta. I should have added the white on the toe but I forgot lol

The "human issues" I'm giving Benjamin is Hallucinations. I'm not knowledgeable enough to specify what disorder he has that's causing them, I'm leaning towards Schizophrenia, but again, I don't want to label it until I do more research. He often sees, hears, and feels things that aren't there. Most frequently he sees creepy, disembodied eyes surrounding him. When he hears things he often covers his ears and shouts to get them to go away, causing people to stare at him, which only makes him panic. His tactile hallucinations are almost always the feeling of bugs on and under his skin. (This is the type of Hallucinations I deal with so I had to force it on him lmao)

And lastly but definitely not least, the tallest of the human Lord's coming in at 6 foot 3, Pokotho.

Pokey is now named Percy Martins. He is the tallest and also has the deepest voice of the siblings.

Percy joins the drama club, obviously. He actually manages to get roles despite being a new student. He spends almost all his time in the auditorium practicing for auditions or the roles that he gets. Surprisingly he latched onto Richie the same way that Tobi latched onto Pete. Percy constantly asks Richie if he can come over to his house, and seems to know a surprising amount about Richies uncle. Just like Tobi and Benji, Percy is also constantly breaking into the CCRP building. When asked he will say "his muse" works there. He also has a deep seeded hatred for coffee bur refuses to elaborate on why.

With Pokey's design I wanted it to be comfortable but also elegant. To me he's giving Howl from Howls Moving Castle lol I was really determined to give him locs and honestly? I think I did a really good job for my first time! He has little jewels hanging out of them and also has his own mask as a necklace. The cane is very functional for him, but he definitely should have a different type of cane, possibly a different aid in general but he refuses to use the others because he thinks they're not fancy enough.

The "human issues" I'm giving Percy is chronic pain, POTS, and autism. The POTS and pain is what makes him need the cane. He often has to sit or lie down because of how light headed he will get. Also, he always has lots of water and salty snacks in his bag. He's autistic, special interest in musical theater. He has really bad sensory issues with textures, and much like Tobi, gets easily overstimulated. However, unlike Tobi, when he gets overwhelmed to any degree, he goes non speaking. This is really annoying to him, as he loves the sound of his own voice and hates not being able to speak. This causes him a lot of distress, which only makes him more overwhelmed.

That's it! I'm really proud of these designs, and I really hope to keep writing this fic idea. I love these fuckers so much

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ratlesshonret · 3 months ago

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OC Intro Post: Version 2

So, I'm still in the early stages of drafting that sequel story to my ongoing Pathfinder campaign. And have needed to come up with 9 main characters as a result.

Last post had nine, but I've swapped some out for new characters. Here they. uh. are now.

Tia

Character Song: Through Patches of Violet Likes: Snow, Ghosts, Flowers, Windy Days Dislikes: Romance Novels, Rain, Puns, Jewelry Ancestry: Strix (Songbird) Class: Summoner Age: 19

Hailing from a village deep in the woods, Tia is plagued by a spirit of the winds. Despite being able to summon this spirit, she cannot communicate with it, nor can she make out its appearance. Despite this, others can see it just fine.

Deep in the snow, her secret lies. The grave of the lover she killed. The events of that day haunt her, even now.

Tsukuyomi

Character Song: Static Likes: The Moon, Swords, Combat, Dancing Dislikes: The Sun, Storms, Superstition, Demons Ancestry: Fetchling Class: Fighter Age: 219

A wondering fighter wielding a katana and an odachi, his most defining feature is the indestructible and irremovable oni mask worn upon his face. Raised by his father and now-deceased mother, and alongside his three siblings, nobody knows just what he travels for.

???

Character Song: Poems of a Machine Likes: Math, Science, Chemistry, Magic, Textbooks, Drawing Dislikes: Ignorant People, Witches, Fire, Bullying Ancestry: Human...? [Android (Impersonator)] Class: Oracle (Ashes) Age: ???

Nobody knows her name. A mute girl, accused of evil witchcraft wherever she goes. Her knowledge of mathematics, chemistry, and the underlying magic systems of the world is supreme. Communicates primarily through sign language and inhumanly fast drawings.

She once narrowly avoided death in a sub-aquatic facility, due to her immunity to the rotting disease of the mermaids. This experience brought her even more knowledge as to the true nature of the Second Reality.

Ji-Hyun

Character Song: None Likes: Strategy, Cooperation, Training, Long Books, Sewing Dislikes: Over-Exertion, Loud People, Board Games, Wasting Time Ancestry: Human Class: Swashbuckler, Marshal Age: 59

A master of strategy and fighting styles, this old woman isn't quite past her prime yet. Despite losing most of her power in a fateful battle, her sheer tactical knowledge and battle experience make her a fearsome opponent, even with her now low strength.

Smug and haughty, she knows she's hot shit. Don't mess with an old woman who knows how to use a katana.

Shiruku

Character Song: Bulbel Likes: Art, Children, Meditation, Candles, Fashion Dislikes: Rituals, Corpses, Eyes, Music, Knives Ancestry: Human Class: Magus (Unfurling Brocade) Age: 35

An artist supreme, Shiruku battle with the long sleeves of her beautiful silken dress, magic woven into every thread. The runes carved into her flesh have sealed away her true power, as she wished to go on a journey to discover true art.

Haunted by the perfect painting she once created, Shiruku has tried everything in her power to replicate that perfection, including mastering every possible artistic medium.

Willow

Character Song: ??? Likes: Hitting People, Swearing, Sweet Food, Games Dislikes: Gore, Rudeness, Loud Places, Being Told What to Do Ancestry: Halfling Class: Barbarian (Bloodrager) Age: 10

This young child has grown up in miserable slums, and has learned how to survive as a result. This rude little missy isn't afraid to bash your head in if you annoy her, and to use swears unbecoming of her age if you upset her.

Easily overstimulated, its best to be slow and careful with her. Maybe then, you can draw her out of her hardened shell.

Jen

Character Song: Colorful Likes: Alcohol, Cigarettes, Slacking Off, Winning, Subbing Dislikes: Whiners, Complainers, Slackers Ancestry: Human Class: Rogue Age: 34

The young CEO of the domestic branch of the medical conglomerate Akeso Corp. for the past decade, Jen's strained relationship with her father in her youth has led to her having an immense problem with drinking, yelling, smoking, and generally being an unpleasant person.

Her secretary Izabel is the only one who has remained by her side all this time, but just what happened when her feud with the CEO of the foreign branch got serious?

Hexie

Character Song: Skin-Deep Comedy Likes: Cuddles, Candy, Breathing, Games, Uppies Dislikes: Bedtime, Pain, No Uppies, Dirt Ancestry: ??? Class: Witch Age: 6

A small child who never goes anywhere without her favorite teddy bear. In combat, the bear comes alive, scratching and clawing at everything in its path.

Just what is the secret of this teddy?

Miu

Character Song: Paper Bouquet Likes: Streaming, Idols, Anime, Ice Cream Dislikes: Quiet, Jeans, Guilt, Chicken Ancestry: Human Class: Sorcerer, Starlit Sentinel Age: 30

An up-and-coming streamer, popular for gaming, food reviews, and naughty streams alike. Just what could she have done to get roped into this journey? Maybe it has to do with that event that she still feels guilty over. The event that someone makes sure to still torment her over.

#talkin about ocs

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localsharkcryptid · 2 years ago

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"The Vampiric Bloodletter"

"Out of all the dragons I've seen and studied, along with the one's I've only heard of in passing conversation, the Bloodletter wasn't one I thought truly existed. Tales of a bright red dragon with ten eyes that drank blood...? Seemed too much like an old story to scare children but it seems this nesting year at the colony has proven me wrong.

I noticed the new egg amongst a clutch of Monstrous Nightmare eggs, an odd oblong shape with a dark red shell amongst the pale orange-pink eggs certainly stood out. Moving the egg wasn't an option so I left it. Come hatching day I kept a close eye on the nest, only to find an entirely unique dragon to hatch with the Monstrous' brood. At first I figured it was a case of hybridism but that theory was dropped quickly, after all just one hybrid offspring in a nest of six didn't make sense. Not to mention the tiny-tooth's features, ten eyes that all were a dark black, unique extra digits that I assume are opposable to a degree and a notable blade on the end of it's tail.

So I can conclude that the Bloodletter is in fact a living and breathing dragon species, a colony or nest parasite from what I can tell but also it's behavior is still unique. From what I have observed the nestling has been acting like a Monstrous Nightmare, mimicking their vocal calls and behaviors which is fascinating. For now I see no need to try and relocate the dragon, nor do I think it's surrogate mother would allow me and I personally would like to keep my good record with her.

This will at least give me time to study it and hopefully pull together some proper information, since I fear the number of these dragons may only be in single digits... I've also noted while looking through some other old local legends that the Bloodletter shares some shocking resemblance to the few descriptions of the Lycanwing... I can't help but wonder if they're connected somehow, but that's research for another time." - Excerpt from "The Nature of Dragons", an extensive series of books and journals by a man named Salamander.

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Class: Mystery

Size: 6 to 7 feet tall, with a wingspan of 10-11 feet at Broadwing stage - Titanwings are roughly 12 to 14 feet tall with a 20-22 foot wingspan.

Preferred Food: Dragon blood or incredibly fresh meat along with specifically certain organs of most creatures.

Status: Critical - Maybe only a handful of individuals exist on the surface world, that or they are just really good at staying away from people.

The Vampiric Bloodletter is noted for it's vibrant colors and unique features that assist with defending itself and securing it's specialized diet, due to the low amount of sightings and encounters little is truly known about them by humans. They are parasites in truth, spending a lot of time in flocks or colonies with other species so they can feed easily and also mimicking the dragons around them in terms of mannerisms for survival.

Their numerous eyes negates any blindspot they would normally have, along with this a forked tongue and heat sensing pits along their upper lips makes for the perfect tracking equipment. They have opposable digits on all their limbs that are topped with claws that are much like switchblades, used for further opening the bites they leave on other dragons or for defense - same to be said about the blade on their tail.

It's vibrant coloration is a classic animal warning system of "I'm toxic, stay away!". Seeing as they possess a highly potent venom which actually changes throughout their lives.

Tiny-Tooth to Shortwing: They can use this venom as a projectile to blind much like spitting cobras and generally deter threats to them. It's noted that it also stings if it makes contact with human skin. It has mild anticoagulant properties when administered via a bite along with slight numbing, think vampire bats.

Broadwing: The venom glands develop fully, producing a highly anticoagulant hemotoxin that causes numbing and disorientation even causing dragons to become incredibly drowsy. In humans it causes severe hallucinations, supposedly making one think that they're turning into a dragon.

Titanwing: Not much changes aside from more potency and the ability to even render some dragons unconscious for a certain amount of time after being bitten. Though at this stage they can afflict humans with something much worse, it's unknown how exactly it works but if a human is bitten by a Titanwing Bloodletter there is a chance they will be afflicted with the curse that is becoming a Lycanwing - if they survive the initial bite and the first shift that is...

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WOO! Done at last!!

The Vampiric Bloodletter is one of my very few fanmade httyd species and I love how they came out!! Also if you couldn't tell these guys are my explanation for the Lycanwing legend, basically these guys are the ones that turn people to Lycanwings and somewhat go off of the description of the one in the story told by Gobber in RTTE. I have some more notes on them so uh if anyone has questions I will gladly elaborate on my fellas!

Also I will say: Anyone is free to make one of these fellas just please credit me! The lineart of the image is under the cut and can be used as a base.

#httyd art #lycanwing #httyd fan species #how to train your dragon #httyd rtte #httyd #art #crypts art #art from the crypt #Vampiric Bloodletter species #dragon art #httyd dragons

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ma-lark-ey · 1 year ago

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Lark Liveblogs Literature: THE SUNSHINE COURT BABYYYYY LETS GO JEAN

to begin: THE COVER???

The fucking NARCISSUS/DAFFODIL. Stop stop stop. Nora stop. She said it wouldn’t be a sun but I WASNT READY.

RESILIENCE. FIRST BLOOM AT THE END OF WINTER. NEW BEGINNINGS AND REBIRTH.

warning in advance for how many reaction images will be in this post. Miss Nora Sakavic has a way of making me unable to verbalise how devistated I am so I turn to goofy photos.

Also, just so we’re all on the same page:

it’s 1:20 AM. My roommate IS asleep. I am fighting the demons (downloading this book) but i am winning (it is queued on my kindle)

ITS DOWNLOADED LETS GO

Okay so context is that my Kindle is at 10%

I tried to go to bed and read this in the morning but I am

SO NOW I HAVE FRANTICALLY FOUGHT A WAR (figured out how to get this book) AND I AM READY FOR BATTLE (to cry over Jean)

ONE, TWO, THREE, LETS GO BITCH!!

Also my kindle cord is too small for me to properly lay in bed so im literally about to lay on my stomach kicking my feet like a middle schooler WISH. ME. LUCK.

CHAPTER ONE:

oh we’re jumping right in okay. god. hi baby :((

OH. I am just adding onto my #1 Riko hater agenda right now.

“The golden rule— not where the public can see” DIE. LITERALLY DIE TETSUJI

“The lack of broken fingers this time” THIS TIME??? JEAN. JEAN.

im so.

RENEE!!!

“and he had wasted them texting Renee a heads-up.” Nora please we’re only four pages in bro

Renee i love you im marrying you please give me a kiss. Mwah Mwah Mwah. She said “Bitch. Lay back down.”

currently also reading a batshit raven!neil fic and just. on the ground. about all of this.

stop the way I literally went “who the fuck is Nathaniel” Im too transgender for this.

Me, seeing the Abby content we need in this world:

Jean dont call that hellscape home bbg

Renee beating self worth into this man. ily

“Jean couldnt remember the last time he was allowed to wear color” LITERALLY KILL ME

Nora I need you to be less good at describing pain please and thanks

NOT THE BITING

DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK DADMACK!!

he fr be moving this man like a doll. love you wymack

tied him up with racquet laces I. h. lays on floor softly crying.

NOT THE DADDY ISSUES

Jean fr out here plotting 50 ways to kill his brother. he fr though Neil was the problem. no girl Neil just has no tact and autism rizz. Kevins the fucking snitch

no one:

Jean @ the Moriyamas;

“that man is years overdue for a head-on high-speed collision” YOU TELL EM DADMACK

CHAPTER TWO:

Jean please just sleep like a normal human man. God.

Even Jean be out here like “Kevins a little Chihuahua ass drama queen. Bitchboy. Wet cat man.”

Kevin: look, bro, if the 5’3 twink with enough daddy issues to make riko blush and chugs ‘fuck around and find out’ juice for breakfast can escape the moriyamas and not die, so can you.

Testuji. Testuji when I catch you. Tetsuji

Jean what the fuck makes you think anyone but Andrew Minyard will ever tell Neil what to do. Girl.

“If I am not a Raven, who am I?” A MOTHERCUCKING TROJAN BABYYYY

“I have to go to my next class.” I forgot they were in college deadass. Neil is straight up my age im gonna throw up.

Okay. It is. *checks time* 3 AM. I cannot keep my eyes open, which means i must put Jean away for sleep.

ITS IS NOON THE FOLLOWING DAY. I HAVE SLEPT. I HAVE TAKEN MY MEDICATIONS. TIME TO HYPERFOCUS BABY.

KINDLE SAYS WE HAVE 8 hrs 27 mins LEFT IN THIS BOOK. IM SAYING GOODBYE TO MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. I’LL SEE Y’ALL AT DINNEE TIME. ITS JEAN TIME.

Hiiiiiii Thea….

“Good morning, Paris.” Now, the average man will see this as a reference to his frenchness. but real ones know Paris is prince of Troy, the man who married Helen of Troy & started the Trojan war.

do y’all think Jean has a french accent wait wait wait. obviously itd be very slight at this point but is it there. necessary question.

Assessing Thea like a fucking state exam right now. Neil could not have cared less about your ass I am gaining so much information

Hate of my life Riko moriyama.

CHAPTER THREE:

JEREMY FUCKING KNOW HI BAYYYBY

the way I literally got up and had to pace and stim for a moment even though I fully expected this. autism. my roommate is concerned. not really. she’s used to this she watched me read TKM and dramatically reenact the Ichirou Car Talk.

wow??? AFTG team actually seems happy and well-adjusted and friendly with each other??

Random Note: I’m currently watching Blue Exorcist & one of the main characters is a girl name Moriyama and I’m literally just sitting here like “This girl is way to nice and innocent to have that name.” Because she literally is the nicest girl to ever exist. Why is she cursed with the same name as my mortal enemy (Testuji)

“Tonight’s experiment was the icing on the cake, an invaluable experience no matter how it ended.” Jeremy, my love.

He has empathy… Never before seen footage. Y’all get the cameras!!

He’s so shaken about Jean,,, holding you so gently Jeremy. Here as a guy who knows nothing at all about Jeremy since I’m. so new here. but god.

Jeremy: are you sure a Raven can abide by Troja—

Kevin: Bro Jean is so pathetic he’s a bottom fr. He never disobeys an order

Jeremy: I. Okay you didnt have to say it like that, bro.

I will literally never stop respecting the Trojans strat in the final they really said. “If these fucks can win the championships with nine players, surely we can.” and then willingly got their asses handed to them.

“Xavier stumbled when he got the next serve off, and the Fox guarding him gamely hauled him back upright before running for the ball. It was a simple gesture, but it endeared Jeremy to them” I dont remember if this bit was described in tkm so i’m going to guess that’s Nicky or Matt. Aaron would fucking never.

Nah because like. Yes this proved to the Trojans how resilient the Foxes were, but it was also a message to the audience, yk? Like we know the Foxes were getting shit for their quick rise to the top after they pulled their shit together, but I personally think that the Trojans did this both for their improvement & for Foxes’ publicity. This game proved to the public at large how devastatingly *good* the Foxes were, because of their small size. The second best team in the league crumbled playing the same conditions the Foxes did *every game* and got to championships with. They proved that Foxes were, in fact, a D1 team who earned their keep.

oh hes got daddy’s money. Well. not. officially. yo what I mean.

“it was always best to have a paper trail” Neil Josten would have an anuerysm hearing those words.

Bye Jeremy I’m. Love you so much. Why do you feel like a sixty year old man in your early twenties.

“between seven and twelve students.” yikes.

“unfamiliar and accented voice.” I WAS RIGHT I FUCKING CALLED IY HES GOT AN ACCENT BABY FUCK YEAH

“you ever feel like— like you’re making a choice you cant come back from? But even knowing everything could go completely sideways, you’d make that choice every time?” okay so coming out allegories i could make aside, Jeremy is so… where to start with him. He reminds me of Percy Jackson. Endlessly loyal and selfless to the point its a bit stupid but endearingly stupid.

CHAPTER FOUR:

Okay so we’re alresdy hateflirting. noted.

Its also extremely sunny today in Podunk Hicksville where I live so it feels very On Brand.

“Jean had seen that smile in a half-dozen broadcast… He could picture it too easily, and he dug his fingernails into his own face in vicious warning.” Awww you think you can best the gay worms in your brain. goodluck with that Johnny.

“isn’t that reason enough to keep living? To rediscover simple delight one moment at a time,” keeping this quote for eternity

“enough sunlight to chase away Evermore’s shadows. They are willing to take a chance on you. Aren’t you?”

Kevin Day autistic king. taking this hesdcannon to my grave .

“the conspiracy theorists were working overtime” no girl they just aint stupid.

THEY DESTROYED HIS POSTCARDS…

CHAPTER FIVE:

I want to start keeping record of all the times Jean is like “[name] wasn’t decent enough to [thing]” because its SO funny. We LOVE a petty king.

also keeping track of all the insults he throws at Neil.

Neil likes to think he’s SUUUUCH a loner boy no friends angsty “dont speak to me” resting bitch face ass motherfucker. In reality he is a jack russell terrier — ceritifed jack russell owner who’s dog thinks hes soooo big and bad but said dog literally cries when you dont let him in the bed or say hi to people on the street

Jean is SOOOOOO dramatic 😭😭

Jean: Why would you let Kevin do this.

Neil: let him?? He did that on his own.

Jean: you’re proud of him for being a problem, arent you?

Neil: oh you fucking know I am, bitchass

“but other than his outstanding murder charge there was nothing interesting about that Fox.” i’d consider that very interesting information, Jean. Youre just deranged

“with milk, juice, and vodka dominating one shelf” that’s Aaron, Nicky, Andrew/Kevin in order. Im correct.

“There was an entire drawer dedicated to cheese.” Yeah that sounds like Nicky.

“Half the drawer was full of mini candy bars. Jean threw them all into the trash” bro Andrew is going to kill you in cold blood and not even Neil can save you.

Jean is SO dramatic. Give him Kevin’s crown.

Jean @ Neil during the final: ARE YOU WITHOUT INTELLIGENCE????? ARE YOU STUPID??? DO YOU WANT TO DIE??

Seeing the media coverage of the championship is the food I needed thank you Nora for this. I am eating it up. om nom nom

The sportscasters referring to athletes with their first name is batshit. What. why. huh. Absolutely not.

CHAPTER SIX:

Renee protecting Jean from discovering Riko’s death through media & not through them…

Everytime boys start fistfighting in this series I hear Roxanne from Megamind. “Ladies, ladies, you’re BOTH pretty.”

a) Jeans reaction to finding out was exaclty what I expected

b) I’m FASCINATED to know who called campus security. Jeremy?? Renee?? Someone in Fox tower???

Neil was gentle with someone other than Andrew? I didnt know he knew how to do that…

NEIL. NEIL JOSTEN. YEAH BABY

HES ROOMING WITH CAT AND LAILA??? YES YEA YES YESY

the Jean-Renee dynamic is so fucking important to me. MLM/WLW solidarity. theyre besties.

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME BRO.

Literally snuggling Jeremy

Oh he’s got Fox potential. Hiiii Jeremy. Give me the traumadump bbg

THEY/THEM??? DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME OR IS THIS AN HONEST TO GOD THEY/THEM PLAYER OH ILL CRY. ILL CRU RIGHT NOW

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Oh Jean. you’re about to have such a gay awakening babe i can feel it in my bones.

A FUCKING YOYO??? I LOVE HIM

“A mite bit hecked up” PLEEEASE JUST SAY FUCK /ref

OH HE WAS IN LOVE WITH KEVIN. INTERESTING INTERESTING INTERESTING.

autism coded lookingg motherfucker (stares at Jean.)

The chaos of Cat and Laila’s house is so fucking cute. Its about to be two lesbians and their distrustful pitbull rescue in this bitch and im ready for it.

CHAPTER EIGHT:

watching normal people discover the cult that is Evermore. Finally someone having a normal response to that madness. What the FUCK.

wait theres actually a cardboard dog i thought it was fanon joke.

oh my god there is actually a fucking cardboard dog. i.

jeans brain just got actually shattered by this living room. he cannot comprehend this.

Cat & Jeremy, realizing the cult rumors are real: I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING! I thought it was joke! I even wrote it down in my diary! “Kevin made a very funny joke today!” I laughed at it later that night!

Okay, last night; I went to bed at 2:30 AM 45% through (college my beloathed). we’re back in business.

Jeremy is so disturbed all of the time. goofy ass.

“Loving something is not enough,”

“When was the last time you enjoyed playing?”

“ Irrelevant.”

Whats his shirt look like Jeremy. Jeremy whats the shirt look like. Jeremy. Whats the shirt look like.

Okay so I’ve reached my image limit for this post and I dont have fun reaction images on my laptop. so now I will post this & reblog with the rest of this book.

#lark says #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #In order of men: Jeremy Knox. Neil. EVERYONE ELSE. Riko….. Nathan— /ref

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Martian dust could pose health risks to future astronauts

Don’t breathe in the dust on Mars.

That’s the takeaway from new research from a team of scientists, including researchers from the University of Colorado Boulder. The findings suggests that long-term exposure to Martian dust could create a host of health problems for future astronauts—leading to chronic respiratory problems, thyroid disease and more.

The study, published in the journal GeoHealth, is the first to take a comprehensive look at the chemical ingredients that make up Martian dust, and their possible impacts on human health. It was undertaken by a team from the worlds of medicine, geology and aerospace engineering.

“This isn't the most dangerous part about going to Mars,” said Justin Wang, lead author of the study and a student in the Keck School of Medicine at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. “But dust is a solvable problem, and it’s worth putting in the effort to develop Mars-focused technologies for preventing these health problems in the first place.”

Wang, a CU Boulder alumnus, noted that Apollo era astronauts experienced runny eyes and irritated throats after inhaling dust from the moon. Apollo 17’s Harrison Schmitt likened the symptoms to hay fever.

But scientists know a lot less about the potential harms of Martian dust. To begin to answer that question, Wang and his colleagues drew on data from rovers on Mars and even Martian meteorites to better understand what makes up the planet’s dust. The group discovered a “laundry list” of chemical compounds that could be dangerous for people—at least when inhaled in large quantities and over long periods of time.

They include minerals rich in silicates and iron oxides, metals like beryllium and arsenic and a particularly nasty class of compounds called perchlorates.

In many cases, those ingredients are present in only trace amounts in Mars dust. But the first human explorers on Mars may spend around a year and a half on the surface, increasing their exposure, said study co-author Brian Hynek.

“You’re going to get dust on your spacesuits, and you’re going to have to deal with regular dust storms,” said Hynek, a geologist at the Laboratory for Atmospheric and Space Physics (LASP) at CU Boulder. “We really need to characterize this dust so that we know what the hazards are.”

Into the bloodstream

One thing is clear, he added: Mars is a dusty place.

Much of the planet is covered in a thick layer of dust rich in tiny particles of iron, which gives the planet its famous red color. Swirling dust storms are common and, in some cases, can engulf the entire globe.

“We think there could be 10 meters of dust sitting on top of the bigger volcanoes,” said Hynek, a professor in the Department of Geological Sciences. “If you tried to land a spacecraft there, you’re going to just sink into the dust.”

Wang found his own way to Martian dust through a unique academic path. He started medical school after earning bachelor’s degrees from CU Boulder in astronomy and molecular, cellular and developmental biology, followed by a master’s degree in aerospace engineering sciences. He currently serves in the Navy through its Health Professions Scholarship Program.

He noted that the biggest problem with Martian dust comes down to its size. Estimates suggest that the average size of dust grains on Mars may be as little as 3 micrometers across, or roughly one-ten-thousandth of an inch.

“That’s smaller than what the mucus in our lungs can expel,” Wang said. “So after we inhale Martian dust, a lot of it could remain in our lungs and be absorbed into our blood stream.”

An ounce of prevention

In the current study, Wang and several of his fellow medical students at USC scoured research papers to unearth the potential toxicological effects of the ingredients in Martian dust.

Some of what they found resembled common health problems on Earth. Dust on Mars, for example, contains large amounts of the compound silica, which is abundant in minerals on our own planet. People who inhale a lot of silica, such as glass blowers, can develop a condition known as silicosis. Their lung tissue becomes scarred, making it hard to breath—symptoms similar to the “black lung” disease that coal miners often contract. Currently, there is no cure for silicosis.

In other cases, the potential health consequences are much less well-known.

Martian dust carries large quantities of highly oxidizing compounds called perchlorates, which are made up of one chlorine and multiple oxygen atoms. Perchlorates are rare on Earth, but some evidence suggests that they can interfere with human thyroid function, leading to severe anemia. Even inhaling a few milligrams of perchlorates in Martian dust could be dangerous for astronauts.

Wang noted that the best time to prepare for the health risks of Martian dust is before humans ever make it to the planet. Iodine supplements, for example, would boost astronauts’ thyroid function, potentially counteracting the toll of perchlorates—although taking too much iodine can also, paradoxically, lead to thyroid disease. Filters specifically designed to screen out Martian dust could also help to keep the air in living spaces clean.

“Prevention is key. We tell everyone to go see their primary care provider to check your cholesterol before it gives you a heart attack,” Wang said. “The best thing we can do on Mars is make sure the astronauts aren’t exposed to dust in the first place.”

TOP IMAGE:Justin Wang, left, and Brian Hynek, right, at Turrialba Volcano in Costa Rica. (Credit: Justin Wang)

LOWER IMAGE: Justin Wang at Turrialba Volcano in Costa Rica as part of research to search for analogs for the Martian environment on Earth. Credit Justin Wang

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

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crashnburnharu · 2 months ago

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Hello everyone and welcome too the official page for Twst Fanfiction "The Puppet Prince of Pain" a rewrite of the Twisted Wonderland Canon Storyline featuring my almost offensive number of Twst OCs (Oh my God there's over 100 of them 😮‍💨😐) centered around The "Puppet Prince" himself, before I actually get into the storyline itself I'll post information on my ocs, it won't be DAILY since I'm also running a YouTube channel and an AO3 where I'm posting a less detailed version of the storyline, Today we'll start with my Feral German Shepherd himself, He's a real hit on the other platforms as well the main character, The one and only Puppet Prince of Pain (A crossover character in the fandoms Mystic Messenger, Obey Me, Stargate, Stranger Things, Wannabe Challenge, MLB)

Name: Prince Miles Draconia (Also known as Miles Terrence Crowley)

Nicknames: Snow, Azazel, Tox

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/They

School: Night Raven College

Character: The Disney Princes

Year and Class: 3rd year, Class 3-C

Dorm: Pomefiore but stays in Ramshackle

Birthday: 10/31

Age: About 403 but considers himself 19

Height: 6'5.8

Dominant Hand: Left

From: Born in Thorne Valley but grew up in another dimension in a version of Seoul, South Korea

Club: Film Appreciation club, Lacrosse, Gargoyle Appreciation club, D&D Club

Favorite Subject: History of Magic

Least Favorite Subject: Flight Class

Favorite Food: Berries

Least Favorite food: Bitter Smoothies

Talent: Jack of All Trades, especially good at Singing and Voice Acting

Likes: Vil Schoenhiet, Drawing, Anime, Gaming, BL Media, Hanging out with his friends, Playing Lacrosse, Singing, Voice acting, Spoiling Vil Schoenhiet (Just to name a few)

Dislikes: Seeing people get hurt, Annoying people, being Crowded around, arguing, Rook Hunt, Seeing Vil troubled, his own face, people objectifing another human being (For trauma reasons)

Physical appearance, I have quite a few drawings of my Feral German Shepherd that I'm happy to share however I'll give a quick description regardless

Hair color: Black with a streak of white

Eye color: Baby Blue (Initially Black due to a condition called Aniridia)

Idol smile

Freckles

Tattoos (An intricate Rose couple tattoo without a match on Right arm, Broken Angel wings tattoo on Back, Torn up chest with ribcage and heart showing tattoo on chest)

Muscular

Peachfuzz Facial hair

Wears mostly Black the only exception being a spray painted Jean jacket with grey cotton sleeves and a cream colored hood and a pair of Scooby Doo themed spray painted Sneakers

Idol hairstyle

Starts out the story with extensive scars

Backstory

Born Prince Miles Draconia and the older brother of Malleus, Miles was about 5 years old during the Fae-Human war and while extensive attempt to keep him from doing it he sticks himself in the middle of everything deciding very stubbornly that he was going to help Laverne and Lilia (Baby Dragon Miles is featured quite heavily in Lilia's Book 7 dream) in order to protect his mom and little brother

At some point during the war he gets separated from Lilia, He's found by the angel of death, The Grim Reaper Azrael HaMal'ach HaMavett who takes him in and cares for him in the world between Plains of life and death aka Limbo, until he realizes that having Miles in Limbo is effecting his memories and aging, the toddler isn't aging, despite the time that had passed he was still 5 and his memories had faded, the only thing the 5 year old remembers is his own name and Azrael

in order to stop this degradation of Miles's wellbeing Azrael gives the young prince to the mother of a close friend giving him false memories of the woman being his grandmother and the woman's son being his dad (The man in question being Dire Crowley) to avoid any issues caused by the Dragon Fae nature of his appearance the woman Eliana changes it to the one he has in the post-NRC story going as far as inhibiting his vision to limit the likelihood he'll be discovered, She then moves to a secondary dimension called The Reflected (Since it reflects our world)

Eliana settles into a rich Christian Neighborhood in Seoul, South Korea where Miles meets Choi Hana, the daughter of a friend of Eliana's the two toddlers grow up together close enough that Hana and Miles would always insist they were going to get married when they grew up

A incident with Miles trying to copy some Catholic women who were praying to an Angel statue leads to him becoming a Catholic and becoming Azazel Crowley

At the age of 8 years old it becomes MysMe crossover territory and Miles met two boys in his neighborhood, Kim Jihyun and Han Jumin both boys were 2 years younger than him at 6 years old, Jihyun was convinced that he was an actual angel because he had the name of an angel and Jumin just thought he was interesting enough to develop a crush on him (Jumin Han does is a LITTLE gay)

About a year later a forth member is added to the little friend group Miles has, a little girl 4 years younger than Miles named Emily who was abandoned by her Biological parents, Miles essentially unofficially adopts Emma and raises her himself with permission from his grandmother, the 5 of them (Miles, Hana, Jihyun, Jumin and Emma) spend an EXTENSIVE amount of time together with Jumin's crush on Miles growing

At 12 years old Miles runs into some trouble from a Businessman who really wants to secure a relationship between his daughter and Miles, he absolutely Harrasses Eliana and even kidnaps him because of this whole mess Eliana packs up Miles, Emma and their three cats Alchemist, Grimoire and Aces (Alchemist being Eliana's cat and Grimoire and Aces' Mother, Grimoire and Aces being Miles' cats) and Moves

Miles continues going to the same Catholic church and becomes close with a small Vermillion haired boy named Choi Saeyoung who'd decided sitting next to the Priest's favorite was the most logical choice, Since Miles was always willing to listen Saeyoung would confide in him just about anything, Miles slowly learned about the situation with Saeyoung and his twin brother Saeran and even though he was only 12 he tried his best to help

At the age of 14 it swaps to MLB crossover territory, Miles got his first boyfriend a band kid he was going to middle school with named Luka, since Music was a passion of his Miles had joined Band to be able to learn to play every instrument there was (He was already really good at Piano) Luka and Miles bounded over the fact Miles had been writing his own songs, Luka would play bass in the Background while Miles poured his heart out into a Leather-bound notebook while Playing the piano, that was their relationship they could easily communicate their feelings for each other that way, Just before moving to the next grade Miles got an invitation to attend a highly prestigious academy and Luka found out his mother was going to pack him and his sister Juleka up and move back to Paris in their houseboat as a going away gift Miles gave Luka a handmade Lavender scented Necklace with Don't Cry written on it in Kanji

Around this time as well he meets a Dock bar singer named Park Minho who goes by the Alias Issac Lucette and the Stage named Eden's Garden or just Eden who took Miles under his wing paying him to live out his dreams of being a singer

The Taromishi Academy Arc is.... Something that needs it's own talk however I will say he gets his life irreparably ruined by a Senior girl while there and Eden who becomes his Legal Guardian after his grandmother's death is murdered by a drunk sailor

However he does become an idol Trainee for a time meeting his second adopted Father Lee Seojang ala Firework a Homosexual Solo artist, Miles convinces Seojang to join a boyband like the company was wanting him to and because of it Seojang meets the love of his life Woo-Jae

Miles himself becomes a temporary part of a 6 member boyband called Find The Beat though Find The Beat never actually debuts since Miles ends up quitting the company at 18 due to being in a shitty headspace

At the age of 19 after getting in a huge fist fight with a close Sunbae of his named Taylor Miles discovers a Mirror that causes him to wind up at NRC on the day of Orientation at the start of the Twst story

#twst #oc

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inneedofsupervision · 3 months ago

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In a World full of Color, We only see Black and White (Chapter 11)

Summary:

Being homeschooled until now, Chan stands two days after turning sixteen in front of an actual school for the first time in his life. Chan's plan; keep low and get this done without causing himself trouble. But that's easier said than done when you only pretend to be human. In a society where people split into those who can use magic and those who are not, demons have nearly hit extinction. They are beasts accepted but still frowned upon by society and thus live with their true nature hidden. To this day, demons almost started becoming a myth. Chan is one of them.

Seventeen fanfic; High School AU, Fantasy AU, Demons and Humans AU

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"Hey! Open the door!"

Chan cannot believe this is happening. His hands curl into angry fists before he knocks loudly against the door. He had tried opening it, pulling at the doorknob, but it had been useless. The door did not move an inch. He had pulled with all his might. But apart from rattling in its mounting, nothing happened.

"Hello? Is somebody there?"

Afraid that the loose seeming door knob might rip off, Chan tries knocking again until his hands begin to hurt. The teen stands still, chest heaving while he presses his ear against the door. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot pick up anything from outside. There is no sound coming from the hallway.

"Why is no one around there?" mutters Chan, getting more annoyed with every second. He is partly annoyed at himself for being careless enough to assume that his classmates wouldn't be around building three. It was his fault for walking right into their arms and getting himself in trouble.

Chan turns, looking around the storage room to find anything to help him get out. His eyes scan over folded easels that are leaning against the wall. The wood has seen better days, and the easels got most likely sorted out.

Cans with dried-up blots of colors on them stand on cheap metal shelves. It smells like paint and damp paper. It takes four steps to reach the other end of the narrow room. The single window is too high to reach up to and look outside. Dust particles whirl up as the teen walks along the tightly standing shelves. They dance in thin rays of light that fall through the small gap between metal bars that cover the window.

While searching, the young student finds a light switch hidden by a shelf close to the door.

The button goes down with a click.

Nothing happens.

He pushes the button back to its original position with a sigh.

After he had looked through the room without success, Chan went back to pressing his head against the door. His anger had died down slightly, as the teen had to accept that he wouldn't get out so quickly. He let up with a frown when he couldn't hear anything during the few minutes he persevered next to the door.

What is he going to do now?

The raven-head holds a hand against his cheek to get a bit of warmth back on his face. His face had grown nub from the cold metal. A stack of old newspapers catches his eye. Apart from the layer of dust, they look clean. The teen takes a bunch out of the neatly tied bundle and goes to the place under the window. The paper rustles as he lets himself slide down against the only wall not covered by shelves. He's not sure what he's waiting for, but he won't do it by sitting on the cold floor.

Chan stares at the closed door.

What are the chances of someone finding him here? Their classes are over, and there is no one waiting for him.

He sits cross-legged with his back leaning against the wall as he muses over the options he has left. His phone is in his bag that got taken away earlier. He could force the door open, but if anyone happens to see him, he has a lot to explain. He could try teleporting out of the storage room, but that option is not safe either. Teleporting costs lots of energy and concentration. To teleport meant to deform bodies or objects by using magic and arranging it again in perfect order at the place you want them to be. The range is also limited.

Chan would need to choose a place close by, like the hallway or the classroom next door. But teleporting is unheard off. Chan isn't sure if humans can do that at all. He cannot risk somebody seeing him doing that. He has never trained it, resulting in it not being his best skill.

"I don't like seeing you using dark magic, Chan."

A shudder runs over his body as he hears his mother's voice in his mind. He has got reprimanded enough to develop an aversion against teleporting from an early age. The teen let go of the idea as quickly as it came. Chan frowns as he stares at the door. Guess he has to wait for someone to find him. But it's Friday. He would be stuck here the whole weekend if no one came today. And what if he gets found on Monday? Would anyone believe that he got locked in here?

He leans his head against the wall, and a huff of air escapes his lips louder than intended. The paint on the ceiling is disintegrating in some places, leaving dark traces of something that looks suspiciously similar to mold. Rich school or not, storage rooms look the same everywhere.

Without the lamp working, it gets dimmer inside the small room. Chan has his eyes closed, sitting and concentrating on any sound that comes from the outside. He's not sure he long he is already sitting at the bottom of the slowly darker-growing storage room. The fingers of his right hand are playing around with the ring on his finger.

Would it have been a better idea to pretend to be human and be able to use magic? The question won't leave him since the conversation he had with his new friends.

"How come you are so good at magic?"

The question had let Chan's heart rate spike up until he realized Seungkwan was talking about the result of their last exam. Seungkwan had been sitting in front of his desk with Chan's test in his hands, reading his answers with great interest.

"I got home tutored," answered Chan without looking up from his mobile. He got another text message from his mother. With a frown, he swiped the notification to the side. Seungkwan pointed at the paper. "That does not explain how you get full marks in every subject. You even get 100 points in Mr. Yun's examen. And I honestly believe he has something against you." Seungkwan put the paper down to give Chan a questioning look.

"Doesn't he have something against everyone?" asked Vernon, who stood behind Seungkwan to read over his shoulder. Chan thanked Vernon inwardly for the objection. Mr. Yun had something against Chan the second they met. Chan doesn't know where the dislike of their homeroom teacher comes from, but his friends don't need to know that.

"My parents wanted me to be good at this kind of stuff. Can we talk about something other than studying now?"

"Sure."

The paper gets handed back to him, and Chan stuffed it deep into his bag, not caring about it crumbling. Should he start getting fewer points on his tests? Would that bring less attention? He dismissed the thought after remembering that he shouldn't play around as he is attending through a scholarship. Even if it's one, he only pretends to have.

"There is something I wanted to ask you," begins Seungkwan, spinning his pen skillfully between his fingers. He was sitting straight with a solemn expression, a tad too solemn for Chan's liking. He should have known by the mass of words thrown at him that something is off.

"You don't have to, of course. If you don't want to, that's fine too-"

"Seungkwan, I have to know what you want before I can agree or reject the request," cuts Chan in calmly. Seungkwan stopped talking with his brows drawn together. He pouted a moment with his bottom lip stuck out a little. "Can you help me train for the tournament?"

"Huh?"

From the grave demeanor which Seungkwan had been showing, Chan had expected something serious. Nevertheless, the question caught him off guard. Seungkwan wants his help? He wants Chan to help him train. For the tournament. A tournament solely for showing off magic.

He stared dumbly at his classmate, not sure if he had misheard. When he noticed Seungkwan's face falling at his reaction Chan had been quick to shrug the first shock off.

"Sorry, but what exactly do you mean to help you train?"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed the list on the blackboard?"

Vernon took pity on Chan as he noticed the younger teen visibly confused at Seungkwans reply. The elder handed him his cell phone, and Chan took the device with a question mark drawn on his face. His eyes wandered over the picture of a printed paper. It seemed to be an official document. Even illustrated with the school's crest at the top. Scanning over the list, he found Seungkwan's name on the paper. It stood in third place, and Chan felt genuinely happy for his seat neighbor before something caught his eye.

"What in the world-"

There stood his name.

Lee Chan.

Chan's head shot up, and he stared aghast at his friends.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Seungkwan takes the cell phone and scans the picture Vernon had taken before pointing at Chan's name, that's standing proudly on top of the list.

"That means you managed to get the highest grades of the second-year students. Congrats, nerd."

Chan remembers the vivid feeling of being completely and utterly confused after he frowns at Seungkwan's hand ruffling his hair.

"But I cannot take part in the tournament. Why am I there?" He gestures to the cell phone that got handed back to its owner. Vernon shrugged his shoulders. "Guess they didn't bother changing the rules. Maybe only five students will participate since you are claiming one of the six available spots."

Chan shook his head in denial. How can that be possible? The school must have made a mistake. His friends, on the other hand, looked unfazed by the news. "Isn't that unfair? I cannot use magic. Why won't they take me down from the list and put the next person in line on it?"

His protests got met by Seungkwan, giving him a slightly pitying look. His friends also couldn't understand why the teachers had decided to leave Chan on the list. "Sorry, Chan. Those are the tournament rules. Who know's why they won't pick the next person. But don't worry about it."

He knows the words should bring some comfort, but Chan still feels uneasy about the fact that he takes someone's spot. There will be talk about it, and talk means more attention. Chan feels the urge to facepalm.

"So, what is your answer?"

Right, there was still that question hanging in the air.

Chan pressed his lips together, unsure what to make out of the situation. How is he supposed to be at any help? What exactly is Seungkwan expecting him to offer? He cannot picture how that training should work. He shot his friend an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry Seungkwan. I don't think I am the right person to help you with that."

Seungkwan pushed his idea, trying to sound confident as he saw Chan seeming uncertain about the plan. "Don't say that, Chan. You helped Vernon and me a lot during our work on the project. You don't have to be able to use magic to help."

Seeing that Chan still wasn't convinced, Seungkwan began downright pleading. "I'll give you time to think about it, alright? But please let us try it out once before saying no. Just once. If it isn't working, I will not ask again. Promise?"

A pinky finger got held into his face, and Chan glanced past the hand at Seungkwan. The latter had thrown a look equivalent to puppy eyes directed at him, and Chan let out a sigh before he put his pinky around Seungkwan's, finger curling together.

Chan held up his index finger, pointing at the blond with a stern expression. "Just one time. If it doesn't work, you are on your own."

"Thank you, Chan!"

He laughed as Seungkwan went in to give him a hug that he gladly returned, but he couldn't help wincing inwardly. What has he just agreed to? Thinking back to the conversation, Chan almost regrets having brought up the idea of pretending to be a non-magic user.

If he could use magic like the other students, he could participate in the practical lessons. He could help his friends without having to give excuses to dismiss them.

He wouldn't be the odd one out. He wouldn't be the one student who stands on the sidelines, watching his classmates in silence. But then the uncomfortable, prodding interest of the principal in his magic abilities comes back to mind.

There is no doubt that Chan would get monitored tightly by the principal if he used magic freely. And Chan wouldn't know how much of his abilities he could use without seeming suspicious. He had never been around other magic users, god forbid other demons, and the teachers and servants at home were forbidden to interact with him more than necessary.

His parents kept a tight watch on Chan's existence leaking out of the walls of their home. As a result, he's unknowing of where the norm of human abilities at his age lie. If being honest, Chan isn't sure what humans at any age are supposed to be able to do in terms of magic. Even if someone came to find out that he could use magic, they wouldn't know he is a demon, but what if he overdid it? What if Chan showed just a tad too much? How would he cover that mistake?

"In the end, I would still be the odd one out, magic or not," mumbles the student as he runs his fingertip over the cold silver of the ring. If he is being honest, being watched by the principal isn't his biggest worry.

Would Seungkwan and Vernon still want to be friends if they knew what he could do? If they knew what he was? They would be mad, that's for sure. After all, Chan had been lying to them right from the start.

It is almost unsettling how quickly he became used to calling the two his friends. He had become attracted to Vernon's random thoughts and strange humor. To Seungkwan's nagging and the little banter that ends with amused laughter. Chan grew attached to being the reason his friends rolled their eyes with a grin on their faces. He never knew attention could be something comfortable, but Vernon and Seungkwan showed him how being part of something could change his mind. Seeing how genuinely they want to be his friends left Chan questioning his suspicion towards the two Chinese seniors who were very kind to him. He had planned to find Jun and apologize. Chan doesn't expect to get forgiven for his wrongdoings. He can understand if Jun didn't want to have anything to do with him after how Chan treated him. But Chan wants to, at least, set things right between them. That had been the plan. But here he is, stuck in a storage room.

He buries his head in his arms with another tired sigh.

"What's this? The light doesn't work?"

Chan's head shoots up as it suddenly gets bright inside the small room. He quickly gets up from his place on the floor, newspaper wrinkling and tearing under his shoes. The person who opened the door wears the same uniform as Chan, but he looks a little older than him.

The light of the hallway falling in from behind almost resembles a halo around the teen's short chestnut brown curls. Or maybe that's Chan's mind processing the relief he feels at finally getting out. The student turns at the noise of shoes squeaking on the floor. Chan already has a "thank you" on his lips as suddenly, the other boy's eyes widen in pure terror.

"AHHHHHHH!!"

Chan jerks at the high-pitched scream, and he freezes in his step.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what I did, but I'm deeply sorry. Please spare me. I'm not ready to die!" He helplessly watches as the teen crouches on the floor with his hands pressed against his ears and eyes squeezed shut, trying to block everything out with an incoherent stream of words pouring out of his mouth. His mouth stands open as he stares at the crouching teen, a bit overwhelmed at the dramatic reaction before he unfreezes.

"Please, get up. I'm not doing anything to you." His words fall on deaf ears. Feeling bad for the shock he caused, Chan is about to apologize when he notices the cone of light growing smaller inside the room.

"Look out for the door!"

The student's eyes widen in realization at the words shouted in his direction. He turns around quickly, still looking spooked but lungs for the heavy door that had begun slowly to move on its own. His fingertips brush against the doorknob, but it's already too late. The door hits the frame with a defeating wham, hitting the teen right against the forehead with a dull knock.

As unfortunate as the situation turned out, Chan had to direct his eyes to the ceiling to avoid looking at the student, who was rubbing his forehead with a frown. He presses his lips together and tries hard to keep the laughter from breaking out. Chan leans with one hand holding himself up against a shelf while the other covers his mouth. His shoulders shake as he tries to suppress the laughter. Chan is trying quietly to keep it together. He really does. Fortunately, the other didn't seem to notice, giving him a moment to calm down.

After the incident with the door, there is an awful silence in the room. Two pairs of eyes are staring wordlessly at the door. The brunette is the first to start moving. The student clears his throat, which was meant to happen quietly but turns out loud and painfully awkward before he walks stiffly towards the door. He doesn't face Chan as he bends over to knock the dust off his pants, but Chan swears he could hear him mumble something along the lines of, "damn, that hurt."

Controlling his expression, Chan lets out a deep sigh before he slumps back onto the ripped stack of paper. He watches the student trying to open the door, hitting it, and calling out as he had before the teen turns around. "Looks like we have a problem. You don't have your cell phone with you, do you?"

Although the light is dim, Chan can make out a pretty pointed nose and a strong jawline that blends into an equally pointed chin. The lack of prominent cheekbones lessens the edged features and creates a soft appearance despite the strong display of a cutting jawline. The picture is complete by a hopeful smile that reaches up to almond-shaped eyes that form into crescents. Chan almost feels evil for shaking his head at the question as he observes the pretty smile turning sour.

The other student sinks onto the floor, mimicking Chan's position as he leans against the door, knees pulled up to his chest. He touches his forehead, and his nose scrunches up as his face morphs into a pained expression.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Eyes fall on Chan.

He doesn't know what he expected, maybe a scowl or a frown, but not a bright laugh, although there is a hint of embarrassment blending into the brilliant sound.

"I'm not sure what hurts more, my forehead or my pride."

"Your forehead is pretty red."

The student raises his eyebrow before he breaks into a grin, a light chuckle passing his lips. "It looked funny, didn't it?"

"I had to try hard not to choke laughing," confesses Chan, with the corner of his lips raising as he speaks.

The student laughs at that.

"I'm glad none of my friends saw this. That would be even more embarrassing."

The other is still grinning as he's rubbing his neck sheepishly. Chan doesn't realize until he is already grinning widely at the student that he has fallen for the other's charm. It felt impossible to refrain from smiling back at the bright grin and sparkling eyes. Chan is shocked that he forgot that he's locked in and not even bothered by it as he had forgotten his worries for a moment. How did he end up talking to a stranger this easily?

"How did you end up here?"

The student looks at him from his place at the door with nothing but genuine curiosity.

It's Chan's turn to avoid eyes, a little embarrassed. "I was on my way to apologize to someone. But I got locked in here before I got the chance to."

"Not from the person you want to apologize to, I hope?"

Chan's eyes widen at the innocent-sounding question. "No, no! He wouldn't do something like that," he denies quickly. He does not know Jun well, but he doubts the senior would ever do something like that.

"That's nice of you."

"Hmm?"

"That you want to apologize."

The student is watching him closely. Chan frowns at the words. He glances at his hands. "I don't know about that. It would be better if I didn't have to apologize in the first place."

The other let out a low hum, nodding at the words. A short silence follows, but it's not awkward like before, with both students deep in thought.

"Can I get your name?"

When Chan looked up, the student had been watching him with thin lips curled upwards softly. He feels the urge to smile back. What damage could it do to give him his name?

"It's Chan."

"Nice to meet you, Chan. I'm Seokmin," the still-smiling student replies.

"One time, I got into an argument with one of my closest friends. I cannot remember what the argument had been about, but it started to get heated," begins the student called Seokmin, and Chan doesn't know how to react to the sudden storytelling. He sits on his nest of newspapers and quietly listens.

"We both got angry. In the end, I even threw a towel at my friend's face."

Seokmin chuckles as Chan raises an eyebrow. "I planned to talk to him about it the next day. But I couldn't sleep all night. What he said hurt me, but I knew I hurt him just as much, and I felt guilty for it. I got scared. How would he react when we met the next day?" Although the story doesn't sound like a good memory, the soft curl of lips never leaves Seokmin's face as he speaks. He looks almost fond while telling the story.

"When we met, I apologized. Maybe I cried a little. It was not my most glorious day, but my friend forgave me and apologized. We talked, and I explained to him how I thought it would be better if it didn't escalate to that point. And then he told me something important."

Seokmin clears his throat with a dramatic cough. He makes a great show of putting one knee down and leaning his forearm on the other. With an expression as serious that it feels foreign on his kind features, Seokmin bends forward.

"Listen, Seokmin-ah," begins the older student, and Chan snorts at the bad imitation of a deep voice. Chan doesn't know Seokmins friend, but the copy Seokmin is trying to present to him is hilarious. Chan's loud display of amusement breaks Seokmin out of his character. A smile fights its way on his lips, and the teen takes his arm down and chuckles as he fails to stay committed in his role. It's noticeable that Seokmin isn't upset about getting interrupted. It does not hinder him from humoring Chan by tilting his head with a crease between his brows. He points at the giggling student with a frown, but there is not an ounce of anger in his voice. Instead, he has to fight his own amusement from showing.

"Stop laughing, Chan. I'm trying to be serious here."

"How is that serious?" asks Chan, now outright laughing at Seokmin, who is trying his best to look stern.

"Seokmin-ah,-" starts Seokmin again. This time he's pitching his voice even lower, obviously fishing for a reaction. He doesn't fail. As soon as Chan hears it, he's in stitches, leaning against the wall behind him as he can't stop laughing. Seokmin joins him after he gives up on acting.

"Who in the world talks like that?!"

Chan has tears in his eyes. He wipes them away with the sleeve of his blazer, a few leftover chuckles shaking his shoulders. Seokmin shrugs his shoulders as he wears a victorious grin. "It's not my fault he talks like this."

"That's hilarious."

Seokmin preens at the words. When Chan seems perceptive again, he continues where he left off. "Seokmin, don't get hung up on something you cannot change. The best you can do is reflect on yourself and decide what you're taking out of it. It does not undo what has happened but apologizing and asking for forgiveness is a good approach. You are showing that you care about the other person's feelings. You know you did something that hurt them and wants to work on it so it won't happen again."

"Your friend likes to state the obvious, doesn't he?"

Seokmin pulls a grimace.

"Tell me about it. That guy likes hearing himself talk too much."

Chan laughs at the played distaste.

"But even if what my friend told me had been nothing I didn't know already, it made me feel better hearing it from someone else. After someone told me to accept that it happened, I felt less guilty about it. Why am I putting myself into the predicament of asking what if's if I know there won't be an answer? It will not get you anywhere."

"Thank you for telling me this."

Chan really means it. Like Seokmin had explained, he is well too aware that he couldn't take back what he said. But knowing something and enforcing it are two very different matters.

"Even if it was obvious?" asks Seokmin with a humorous glint in his eyes.

"Yes, even though it was obvious," answers Chan with a grin.

The smile Chan receives is blinding, all teeth and crinkled eyes, and Chan catches himself with the thought of not minding talking to the older student outside the storage room they're currently stuck in.

"By the way, why did you come here?" asks Chan.

"Our art teacher told me to put away the leftover colors from the lesson."

Since when did the students have to clean up after themselves? Sensing the question incoming, Seokmin makes a great show out of avoiding eye contact by letting his gaze wander everywhere but Chan as he explained. "One of my friends tripped and accidentally poured his dirty water over my project. And for some reason, a moment later, there has been blue paint all over his face."

"Out of nowhere, I assume?"

"Exactly."

"So, you are not here 'cause you got punished to clean up?"

"You've got it, buddy."

Their eyes meet, and both teens break out in laughter.

"Last time I saw him, he still had blue highlights in his hair," says Seokmin with a laugh, and although Chan, too, is laughing, he's not sure if Seokmin is joking. Seokmin is about to say something but gets cut off in the middle as he suddenly falls backward. Chan only hears a surprised scream before he cannot see a thing anymore.

"Is that your way of avoiding work, Seokmin?"

The light that floods into the room out of the hallway is blinding. Chan has to shield his eyes to get used to the newfound brightness.

"Cheol?" Seokmin asks, sounding pleasantly surprised.

"Don't you recognize your handsome friend's face?"

Cheol?

Something about that sound familiar.

"Hmm, it's hard to tell. From this angle, you look like a camel."

"Yah, do you want to get a knuckle sandwich?"

Chan would be scared at the sound of the threat, but Seokmin's amused laughter that follows makes him want to believe that it is nothing but empty words. In the door frame stands a broad-shouldered student with short black hair. He's clothed in only the dark blue trousers of the school uniform. Instead of the ugly blazer, the teen wears a black turtle neck that compliments his thin but toned upper body. His arms are crossed over his chest as he looks down at Seokmin, whose head had luckily not hit the floor but landed on the student's shoes instead. Seokmin grins at the teen and gets pulled up by a firm hand.

"Thanks, Seungcheol."

Now it dawned on Chan.

Seungcheol was the name of one of the seniors who were with Joshua. A tinge of panic begins to spread inside his chest. He slowly pushes himself up from the ground. His eyes fall on the bag that lies outside in the hallway. Did Sejong leave his bag there? That's surprising. Chan thought he would never see it again. But that is undoubtedly his bag, carelessly thrown near the windows across the hallway. If he's quick enough, he might make it past the senior, grab his bag, and runoff.

"I'm glad you found us. I don't know how long we could have stood locked in here."

"We?"

"Yeah, me and Chan."

His mouth turns dry as Seungcheol follows the direction of where Seokmin is pointing until his eyes find Chan's. He sees the realization hit the senior when he recognizes him. Seungcheol's eyes narrow. Chan gulps at the intense stare. He feels pinned down by it, just like he had during their first meeting, which he is still trying to pretend never happened.

"You two were locked in here together?" the student asks slowly, eyes never leaving Chan, making the latter fidget in his place. Chan didn't like how Seungcheol was eyeing him. It throws Chan back to his first meeting with Jeonghan at the lounge. While Jeonghan had been searching for something solely fitting his interests, Seungcheol's stare was different. It's scanning him, analyzing how much of a threat he could be. If he gives it a second thought, that sounds ridiculous. The only one who should feel threatened right now is Chan.

"Chan had been there before me, while I might have managed to get locked in too." A short laugh escapes Seungcheol and Chan lets out a long breath of air as the senior finally takes his eyes off him to look at Seokmin. The latter is oblivious to the tension inside the room. Maybe Chan could use Seokmin's presence and get out of there without getting held up by the scary-looking senior.

"I need to go now if you would excuse me."

Those were his words, but Chan couldn't move. He stood frozen, waiting with growing anxiety for Seungchol to go and stop blocking the only way out of the room.

"Ah, right! You still have something important to do," says Seokmin, and clapped his hand together as he remembers what they had been talking over.

"Come on, Chan. You got places to be."

It feels like magic how Seokmin grabs his sleeve and pulls him effortlessly past Seungcheol, who takes a surprised step back. A moment later, Chan stands in the bright hallway, free to go wherever he wants to, his bag back in his hands.

Seokmin pats his shoulder. "It was hard, being in there for so long. You must be tired. I hope we meet again soon, Chan. You have to tell me how it went, alright?"

Chan couldn't deny Seokmin's wish. Not when the older one gives him that kind of smile. "Sure. Should we meet at the usual place?" jokes Chan and nods towards the gray door. Seokmin chuckles.

"I'll consider the offer."

Finally, free Chan quickly sets off to the art studio. By now, the sky is turning from a soft orange into a dark red. It is already past seven when Chan stands in front of the familiar door. He hopes Jun is still inside the school as he slips his cell phone back into his pocket, glad it's still here and functional. He knocks softly against the door.

"Jun?... Minghao?"

There is no answer.

Chan bites his lip, pausing, his hand hovering over the door knob. He pulls at the door. It's locked. The teen leans his forehead against the door, the doorknob still between his fingers, as a strong wave of disappointment hits. Before he knew it, Chan slid down in front of the door, knees pulled up towards his chest and his head buried between his arms. He feels just so incredibly exhausted. Picking himself up and going home sounds too hard at the moment.

"Are you alright?"

He slowly looks up, even though he already knows to who the deep voice belongs. The footsteps following him had been too loud to get overheard.

On the other side of the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over dark fabric stands Seungcheol.

And he looks pissed.

#svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen demon au #seventeen fantasy au #seventeen high school au #lee chan #svt dino #seventeen dino #dokyeom #lee seokmin #choi seungcheol #seungcheol

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kid-az · 9 months ago

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Heya, these are some of my fanmade species for @loominggaia, which is made by The-Greys. So far, I have around 3 of them, 1 for every canon class in the series. Felt like getting out of my (metaphorical) bubble due to @darkwingphoenix ’s post.

Warning: I will say that one of my species (The Tengu) has the same name as your species Phoenix. They have much different lore and are distinct from your own version of the Tengu, but I can rename them if you’d like me too?

Kappa

Class: Commoner

Biology: Most noted for their reflective, dish-like “third eye” on their foreheads, this strange shining soft organ allows the Kappa to detect seasonal changes and the time of day. In terms of strength, they are equal to the strength of Dworfs, albeit less condensed. Compared to other Commoners, they have the highest resistance to toxic, artificial chemicals. The Kappa are also capable of surviving several weeks without food due to their metabolism.

Another notable feature of the Kappa is their shell, which acts as a biological armor strong enough to deflect sword strikes and arrows. However, Kappas are unable to tuck their heads and limbs within their shells, meaning they will have to wear armor on their more delicate parts. The Kappa has decent eyesight and an excellent sense of smell, but their sense of hearing is lackluster.

Kappa’s come in shades of green, brown, yellow, or caramel colors, and their hair usually comes in the shade of red, yellow, and green. For the most part, their hair only grows on their sides & back and never on the top of their heads, as their third eye is located there. Males have a higher body and muscle mass than females.

As a species, they survive very well on both land and water, capable of running and swimming at a decent pace. They however do not do very well in cold environments, as they are a mesothermic species. They also have poor endurance due to their mesothermic natures and the shell they have.

Kappa average around 4 to 5 feet tall, being between the size of Dworfs and Humans. Kappa have a mostly herbivorous diet. Although unable to properly digest meat outside of jellyfish and other soft-bodied invertebrates, they are capable of handling leaves in a pinch.

Lifecycle: The average Kappa lifespan is 150 years, making them the longest-lived among the Commoners. They are a reptilian species that breeds during the late spring & early summer months.

Like the Gaian Gorgons and Tengu, the Kappa lays eggs, typically one or two. These eggs typically hatch within 8 months. Curiously, the gender of the young is determined by temperatures, with males being born at colder temperatures and females being born in higher temperatures.

When born, the Kappa chick is relatively defenseless, needing to be protected and taken care of by parents. They reach toddlerhood at 5, childhood at 10, adolescence at 15, and maturity at 20, though many traditional cultures consider 30 to be the age of true adulthood.

Females and males never lose potency, though they may have higher complications in creating a child. Reaching their elderly years at 120, the Kappa’s body still functions well at that age, although the elderly Kappa gets sleepier and sleepier as the years go by.

Culture: Historically, the Kappa’s ability to traverse the ocean waters and land equally well made them the metaphorical “bridge” to Terrian and Aquarian cultures, often adapting traditions and customs from both worlds. Their ability to handle iron made them very well-liked by the Aquarian peoples, as they could easily rid an area of the substance to allow the Sirene and Cecaelia to colonize the place.

However, their inability to breathe underwater meant that the Kappa could only build cities in the oceanic shallows and coasts, as they could only survive underwater for an hour or two. Their ability to survive industrial toxins and chemicals the other Aquarians cannot has allowed them to either become cleanup men for these peoples… or use these same industries to drive the other Aquarians out.

When intermingling with the Great Kingdoms, the Kappa excel as a cleanup crew, helping in the clearing of pollution and toxins that could harm other peoples. Their semi-aquatic nature also makes them excellent at professions that require traversal on both land and the water. Finally, Their low metabolism makes them decent guards and lookouts due to being able to stay in one place for long periods of time.

Kappa Races

Slegalmise: Native to the Tumbledown Islands near Slegelse. These Kappa have Caramel skin and dark red, kelp-like hair. The Slegalmise lived in an environment in which volcanism was rampant and where they had availability to vast amounts of Pyriad materials due to these Nymphs falling into the ocean. Traditionally, these Kappa would travel to the volcanoes to harvest rare minerals, wearing suits made from the Fire Nymph’s hair and skin. However, due to vicious colonization efforts from Damijana, many have been forced to flee to Zareen and Yerim Mor.

Splinal: Native to the Splinter Islands between Noalen and Wokina. These Kappa have bright green skin and dark green hair. The Splinal were among the first to join up with Evangeline, with many of whom becoming famous oceanographers and navy-men for the Kingdom. Because of their semi-aquatic, explorative natures, the Splinal’s descendants strengthened Evangeline’s naval power compared to OTL. Many of their descendants work in the navy and docks due to the discrimination they may face deeper inland.

Citrina: Native to Citrina of the Crystalline Isles. These Kappa have yellow skin and bright green hair. Unlike in OTL, they, the Feligala Sirenes and the Aiya Elves managed to fight back against Matuzu’s forces since they could counter the iron wielded by Matuzu with their own. Today, the Crystalline Isles are a small, independent nation where the three native peoples still live their traditional lives, wary of their larger neighbor.

Kingla: Native to Kingsfall Swamp, Evik. These Kappa have brown skin and dull yellow hair. When Zareen came to the swamp, their dirty industries would end up polluting the Kingfalls swamp, killing and mutating the wildlife and forcing many of the native peoples away. However, the Kingla were resistant to this pollution, and many would end up immigrating to Zareen to gain high paying jobs as factory workers. Many Kappa still live their (Relatively) traditional lives in the Kingsfall today.

Emerum: Native to Emerald Wetlands, Serkel. These Kappa have dark green skin and dull yellow hair. These Kappa would end up domesticating the native alligators of the wetlands, using them for fishing, hauling cargo, or fighting against other tribes. When they ended up joining Matuzu, they would spread these alligators across the kingdom and beyond. Today, domestic alligators are some of Gaia’s most popular pets.

Drow

Class: Fae

Biology: The first of the Drow groups spawned underground, and therefore their biology is based entirely on surviving underground. Unlike Gaia’s other peoples, the Drow do not have any form of vision or even eyes for that matter, instead relying on their exceptional hearing, sense of smell, 4 fluffy antennae capable of sensing motion & heat, and whiskers that help them detect their distance from surfaces and objects. They are equal to the physical strength of humans.

Their skin comes in different shades of gray, black, and purplish tones. Their hair comes in shades of white, pinks, and purples as well. Just like Elves, their skin does not wrinkle nor does their hair turn white with age. Also like Elves, they are androgynous as a species, albeit females have a higher muscle density than males. Their 6-fingered hands are very sensitive and end in claws.

Strangely enough, the Drow’s body seems to be “cursed” by nature, making whatever being that tries to eat them gain either a debilitating magical affliction or die. They also emit a strange sweetish smell that scares off predators from trying to feast on them, which allows them to better survive on the surface. They are omnivorous just like their Elven cousins

They do not have any facial or body hair around their bodies. Adult Drow stand at a height between that of Elves and Goblins. Their arcane flaw is their aforementioned cursed bodies, as this scares off almost all beasts, including domesticated ones. This flaw also makes physical interactions with non-Drow people dangerous if they are not careful.

Drow naturally excel at Cursed magic and Terramancy. In terms of magic they have difficulty using, the Drow heavily struggle with Perception spells, though it is not impossible for them to learn the schools associated with that category.

Lifecycle: The average Drow lifespan is around 200-220 years. Drow can breed anytime of the year, but they need to consume certain species of psychedelic mushrooms to do so. As stated previously, the Drow’s skin does not wrinkle nor do their hair whiten with age.

After impregnation, a female Drow typically gives birth to a child in 12 months. They almost always birth one child at a time. They follow a similar lifecycle that their Elven cousins do, with the baby reaching toddlerhood at 4 years, childhood at 8 years, adolescence at 16, and adulthood at 30.

Women lose their fertility at the age of 140. Reaching their elderly years at 170, these individuals can be identified by stooped posture, deteriorated voice, stiff movements, and worn down or missing teeth. They may also suffer cataracts and loss of other senses.

Culture: From their creation, every race of the Drow was located deep underground, which had the effect of making them the most isolated peoples on Looming Gaia. If they were to ever meet and intermingle among other peoples underground, it would usually be the Gorgons, Dworfs, and Trolls. It should come as no surprise that they often live alongside those peoples in the modern day, usually in pitch black environments where only they can navigate.

Some Drows (Usually exiles, merchants, and ambitious explorers) would travel to the surface, where they would intermingled with other Fae or the Dworfs due to the vast dangers of the surface, even if most beasts gave them a very wide berth due to their poisonous natures. Often considered “uncanny” by other peoples, these Drow often found themselves in shadier districts.

When the Drow do intermingle with the Great Kingdoms, they excel as jobs which require delicate work and careful, close inspections of something or someone, such as repairmen and doctors. They also excel at search and rescue due to their senses allowing them to find trapped peoples or pets. Their great dexterity also makes them superb craftsmen matched only by Gnomes and Elves.

Drow Races

Losmor, Forgotten Drow: Native to the Forsaken Island, Serkel. These Drow have pure black skin and white hair. These Drow resided in vast cavernous systems under the Forsaken Island, some of which stretching all the way to the Lost Lands. Due to having no competition from other Peoples, these Drow were much more avid in expanding to the surface, where they could harvest shellfish and various plants. Today, their descendants have either immigrated to Matuzu or are the rulers of Zukwaan alongside the Cecaelia, a city that is situated on the surface as much as it is underground and underwater. These Drow seemed to excel at Hydromancy, likely so as to better handle high tides and tsunamis.

Frosmer, Frozen Drow: Native to Elgaland, Halostira. These Drow have gray skin and pinkish hair. Due to the desolate and dangerous nature of the surface, these Drow lived mostly underground alongside a particularly large species of Silkbeast and other strange creatures. The former were one of the few creatures that weren’t scared off by the Drow, and were therefore domesticated for their silk and meat. Today, the Frosmer have made a name for themselves on the soft fabrics and clothing they weaved, selling it to other tribes and even Folkvar occasionally. These Drow excelled at Enchanting, likely to better domesticate the Silkbeasts.

Stonmar, Mountain Drow: Native to a region of the Stonehammer mountains that divides Zareen and Mogdir, Evik. These Drow have vibrant purple skin and hair. Having been situated between Zareen and Mogdir’s borders, these Drow are forced into the crossfires of their conflict, sometimes being press-ganged by either Kingdom to help them. Because of this, the Stonmar are particularly skilled at Terramancy even more than the average Drow, so as to fight off advances from both kingdoms. Some of their descendants have moved to Mogdir however.

Axmur, Axehead Drow: Native to Axehead, Lorrowey. These Drow have a more faded purplish skin tone and gray hair. Much more explorative than the other races of Drow, the Axmur have migrated to various lands across Gaia, such as Wokina, Serkel, and Noalen. In particular, the ones in Wokina befriended the native tribes of Trolls, both peoples fighting off the advances of Evangeline and Bormek together. These Drow excelled at Echomancy, likely to better maneuver through the surface.

Tengu

Class: Gaian

Biology: With the exception of the nearly extinct Sprights, the Tengu are Gaia’s only people who are capable of independent flight… well, with the exception of the Nightalons. Although this comes at the cost of hand dexterity, (Having only 3 fingers at the middle length of their wings) their agility and speed while flying more than makes up for this fact. They have decent feet dexterity though, with their talons providing a very strong grip. Their thin muscles and delicate bones mean that most are as weak as Elves.

Matched in color only by the Sirenes, a Tengu’s wings and feather-like hairs come in all sorts of different colors, all of which derive from various different parrot species. However, their skin tones are the same colors as humans. Their legs are scaly in the same way that bird legs are. They have exceptional vision, one of the best among Gaia’s people albeit their nightvision (Except Nightalons) is nonexistent. Unfortunately, they have lackluster hearing and a sense of smell.

Tengu are unable to grow facial or body hair outside of their abdominal areas, and their teeth are similar to that of humans. Blessed with a powerful respiratory system, the Tengu are able to survive in higher altitudes than Gaia’s other people and are capable of holding their breaths for a very long time. They also had a powerful larynx, allowing them to mimic the sounds of beasts perfectly.

Most Tengu have a height of around 5-5.5 feet, (Nightalons have the same height as Orcs) being slightly shorter than Humans. Having teeth similar to those of Humans, they have a very similar omnivorous diet to them, but they can derive far better nutritional benefit from nuts. The Tengu’s hair can sometimes rise up as a kind of crest. Finally, they can excel at Echomancy or Galemancy if they become magical.

Lifecycle: Tengu live for around 60-70 years, with their main cause of passing away being complications to their advanced yet sensitive respiratory systems. They, unlike many other Gaians, can breed throughout the entire year.

After impregnation, a female will lay a clutch of eggs, typically one to four. These eggs hatch half a year later. Unlike the other Gaians peoples, Tengu chicks are born relatively undeveloped, being hairless and lacking the ability of flight.

It is only at age 4 that they become toddlers, gaining down feathers. Reaching childhood at age 8, they are capable of gliding. Age 12, they may learn to truly fly. Finally, at the age of 18 they finally reach adulthood.

Women lose their fertility at the age of 25. They reach their elder years at the age of 50. During their elder years, the Tengu’s feathers start to become disheveled and gray, reducing or outright losing their ability to fly. They also start to lose their sense of hearing at this age.

Culture: More often than not a nomadic people, the Tengu’s ability of flight allowed them to live nomadic lives, visiting the settlements of friendlier peoples to trade or quickly escaping more hostile settlements. Their lack of dexterity meant that they often bought the tools and clothing they needed in exchange for food and materials they collected.

Traditional Tengu cultures often created large, lightweight baskets and baby swings to carry their chicks with due to their nomadic lifestyles, and the entire community often raised their chicks. Because of their underdeveloped natures compared to other Gaians, Tengu were far, far more protective of their chicks, often fighting to the death for their safety.

If one of the traditional Tengu cultures were ever sedentary, it was often alongside Minotaurs as the two people's strengths complement eachother very well, for few could match the Minotaur’s brawn and the Tengu’s flight. In particular, the Tengu could easily speak and understand the Minotaur’s language, allowing them to become translators for their bovine cousins.

When the Tengu intermingled with the Great Kingdoms, they often excelled as mailman and messengers due to their swift flight. Their exceptional eyesight, movement, and ability to mimic noises made them exceptional trackers and hunters during the daylight hours. Many also became exceptional singers.

Tengu Races

Rainbowings: Native to Dragonguard Island, between Eastern Wokina and Western Serkel. They resemble Macaw species that are commonly found within the Jungle of Scales, and they have a tan and brown skin. One of the few peoples bold enough to brave the Dragons and other creatures of the island, their descendants still live on the surface, relatively independent of Lamai. Many have also migrated to Serkel due to its more pleasant environment.

Conure: Native to Blue Valley, Noalen. Their wings and feathers resemble that of several Greenhearst Parrot species, and they have pale skin with pink undertones. Just as many of the other Fae and Gaian’s of the Blue Valley, they were the unfortunate victims of Evangeline enslavement. Those who hadn’t been thrown into slavery now reside in Eastern Noalen, either as independent tribes that constantly evade Kelvingyard slavers or fighting in the name of Folkvar.

Grayinth: Native to Twisted Canyons, Serkel. Their wings and feathers resemble that of the Serkel Grey Parrot and they have dark-brown and ebony skin. Befriending the Roshava early on during their history, the Grayinth and Tengu are some of the few non-Roshava that are treated as equal citizens in Koeshan. Although this means they must follow the split-soul doctrine, it also means that these Tengu can join Koeshan’s ruling class… so long as they are Unbroken.

Crestwings: Native to South Lorrowey Plains of the namesake continent. Their wings and feathers resemble many different Cockatoo species and they have tan and bronze skin with a golden undertone. The Crestwings lived nomadic lifestyles in the plains, being the only peoples capable of crossing the Scar of Lorrowey. They used this opportunity to sell southern resources to northern tribes and likewise for the south. This fact and their relative friendliness to all the other peoples mean that they aren’t often attacked by other people on the continent.

Nestclaws: Native to West Dryad’s Wood, Serkel. Their wings and feathers resemble the Kea and they have tannish skin. Having allied with the Hookskulls early on in their history, these two peoples together made a powerful force capable of defeating armies that were technologically and magically more advanced than they were. Today, their descendants enjoy a high social standing within Etios, many of whom joining the Kingdom’s Air Force.

Nightalons: Native to Glimbee Island off the coasts of Umory-Ond. Their wings and feathers resemble the Kakapo and they have a skin tone reminiscent of the Ela. The “Black sheep” among their peoples, the Nightalons are unable to fly. However, they are the strongest of their species, equal to that of the extinct Orcs. As well as this, they have nightvision and a powerful sense of smell.

The only peoples of Umory-Ond who heavily utilized iron in their day-to-day lives, they were very well-suited to protect their homelands from Queen Titania’s Monsters, and they are protected by the Green Witch and her forces today. However, some of the Nightalons utilize their strength and usage of iron to become mercenaries for the two Courts.

#looming gaia #fanmade species #fanfiction #kappa #drow #tengu

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starwrittenfates · 4 months ago

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Stats and Info on Ciri in her Hogwarts Verse; The Lion Cub of Hogwarts (Harry Potter AU):

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

NAME MEANING: Cirilla = Swallow

NICKNAMES/TITLES: Ciri, Lion Cub of Cintra, Zireael, Swallow, Ashen One, Lady of Space and Time, The Lady of the Worlds, Lady of the Lake, Ciri of Vengerberg

DOB: May 1st // in her teens (year subject to change depending on things)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female - She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

SPECIES: Human (Witch)

OCCUPATION: Student at Hogwarts

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

FACECLAIM: Video Game & Freya Allan

HAIR COLOR: Ashen-Gray

EYE COLOR: Emerald-Green

SCARS: No Scar

BACKGROUND.

BIRTHPLACE: Skellige (TBA, somewhere in Europe though)

CURRENT HOME: Verse Dependent

LANGUAGES: Common

PARENTS: Pavetta (Biological Mother, Deceased), Emhyr var Emreis (Biological Father), Geralt of Rivia (Adoptive Father), Yennefer of Vengerberg (Adoptive Mother)

SIBLINGS: N/A

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None

CHILDREN: None

OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: Lara Dorren (Ancestor), Calanthe Fiona Riannon (Grandmother)

MISC.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

WAND: English Oak Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, 10¼

BEST CLASS: Defense Against the Dark Arts

WORST CLASS: Transfiguration

QUIDDITCH POSITION: She doesn't play Quidditch

BOGGART: TBA?

RIDDIKULUS: Emhyr dressed as a jester

PATRNOUS: Swallow Bird

MIRROR OF ERISED: Her biological family alive and well along with Cintra again

AMORTENITA (What she smells like): Citrus and floral. Petrichor.

BIOGRAPHY.

Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon (Born May 1st) is an English Half-Blood Witch, the biological daughter of Pavetta and Emhyr var Emreis as well as Calanthe Fiona Riannon's granddaughter.

Being orphaned at a young age after tragedy struck her family and home, she ends up as the adoptive daughter of the wizard, Geralt of Rivia, and the witch, Yennefer of Vengerberg.

She attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, being sorted into Gryffindor House, and discovers she has a very old, rare, mysterious and powerful form of magic long forgotten --- Ancient Magic.

IMPORTANT NOTES:

Geralt is the Care of Magical Beasts Professor at Hogwarts. He was also in Gryffindor.

Yennefer is the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

Triss is the Potions Professor.

Tissaia de Vries is the Headmistress of Hogwarts.

Philippa Eilhart is the Transfiguration Professor.

Emhyr Van Emreis is the Minister of Magic.

Jaskier/Dandelion is the owner of the Three Broomsticks Inn.

Roach is a Hippogriff that belongs to Geralt.

Ciri's abilities with the Elder Blood are presented as Ancient Magic in this verse (much like what was presented to us in Hogwarts Legacy with the MC.)

Ciri has a black pet cat named Kelpie. She was sad she couldn't bring a horse to Hogwarts as a pet.

#starwrittenfates headcanons ;;#𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 || Cirilla #𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ⟫ Lady of Space & Time (𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀)#VERSE ;; The Lion Cub of Hogwarts (Harry Potter AU)

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the-menace-in-pink · 5 months ago

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Chrollo’s a Spirit (a HxH/YYH crack theory)

I propose this YYH/HxH speculation I pulled out of my arse during an another insomniac episode:

‘What if Chrollo Lucilfer is a spirit?’

I speed typed it to a friend and after a good 10 hours of sleep we both came back to those convoluted arguments like

There’s probably more stuff I wanted to say but my mind’s drawn a blank so let’s celebrate with New Years with some good natured delusion. Just silly and good vibes.

Koenma and Chrollo: same person, different fonts.

Let’s start with the obvious. These two look like they could be the same person with a different hair color:

- Purple tattoo on their foreheads.

- Parted, sleek hair that gives off ‘I’m-barely-holding-it-together-90s-pretty-boy’ vibes

- Koenma’s pacifier/ring and Chrollo’s earrings (while a peculiar design, both are subtle symbols of their authority)

- Leaders (that do end up overthrowing a form of corrupted authority in their home the moment they had enough power to do so)

Another thing: Koenma’s human form is his choice. He chose to appear and look this way. Why? Who was he basing that form on? Is it truly random? Any subconscious connection here? Was it intentional? Food for thoughts. (By the time we first see his human form, Chrollo’s canonically 18 btw. And it’s called commonly « teenage form »)

And if it was’t a choice and his actual older physique… siblings much? 👀

Spirit Detectives vs. Chrollo’s profile = chasing Chrollo’s shadow?

Koenma has always had a type when it came to Spirit Detectives:

- Dark hair, dark eyes, conventionally attractive

- Fighting prodigies with insane aura potential

- They’ve never felt like they truly belonged

- ‘Us vs. Them’ mentality with varying levels of extremism

- Rough exteriors masking an idealism and purity that ultimately gets tainted/destroyed

- Felt like they had purpose, were finally making a difference the moment they’ve had the power to kill

- All were first given their mission at age 14

Chrollo fits mots of these, interestingly. And he’s been alive through all 3 detectives’ services.

Also, Kuroko (Kuroro + the only detective who’ve kept it together and is still in line with the SW’s whole stitch about protecting humans from demons out of holy obligation. An ‘angel’ I suppose — cast during Chrollo’s early childhood, his most untainted years), Sensui being dubbed the fallen angel (and the possible year of his fall coinciding with Chrollo’s age when Sarasa’s murder occurred), and Yusuke often being dubbed a fiend (by this point Chrollo’s already deep into the PT business and criminal underworld)

Theory to pile up on top of this crack theory: Koenma was already aware of the way Chrollo’s life would play out, although he couldn’t interfere with its trajectory. And he subconsciously made all those choices with his little brother in mind. Kinda sick of him—

Enma’s shadiness

Enma, Koenma’s father and the Spirit World’s King (former, currently incarcerated as he deserves), is just another example of the absentee father figure in YYH (or Togashi’s work at large). He’s constantly on ‘business trips’ (and learning what a fraction of those entailed makes you wonder what other atrocities he could potentially be behind…), leaving Koenma to handle the SW’s tight and demanding bureaucracy and affairs. When he finally makes his canon apparition, he’s revealed to be rather awful—one of his first major moves is to order Yusuke’s killing lol. And he later on tries again by tasking Kuroko with it (tho she declines. Queen.)

His corruption is well-documented, revelations snowballing after Koenma dug through recordings and falsified reports of human and demons crimes following the Black Chapter tape’s disappearance from the archives.

Now… Enma possible entwinement with Chrollo’s origins….

The manga establishes high-level demons (class A and higher) have the ability to procreate with humans. Interestingly, the demonic genes can stay dormant and literally show up 40 generations later. Depends on what triggers it. That’s what happens with Yusuke.

Now, imo it implies that similarly ranked spirits (such as Enma —who’s an upper class A being) can also engage in such liaisons with humans (and it might be actually easier too since powerful spirits were never bared from accessing the human realm, unlike high level demons). And as we already mentioned… Enma is *always* on business trips. 👁️

Enma fathering a human child would fit well into the myths of powerful creatures engendering offsprings with mortals (the ‘demi-deities’). This pattern aligns with figures like Zeus, Odin, etc. And children from those unions such as Hercules, Achilles, Orpheus, etc.

Children born from those unions also tend to:

- Stand out early on, for their looks and genius/talents. Chrollo’s an extraordinary person, whether you like him or not.

- Have turbulent destinies, and lives shaped by tragedy.

- Cause havoc

(Also, while surface level, worth nothing Enma’s dark-haired and dark-eyed as well.)

(Also, Enma’s corruption over centuries, brainwashing of humans and demons, forged reports on humanity’s crimes, constant attempts to seize more territory in the other two realms, etc… gives some crumbs to link him up to HxH’s plot and Meteor City but that’s a story for another day jkfghvjh)

Spirits and Specialists

Spirits in YYH, at least those active at the Gate of Judgment, have unique skill sets that don’t quite aligns strictly with the standard nen categories in HxH nor even fit the rest of YYH’s own power system. They’re intimately linked to their very existence and nature as spirits: they talk to the dead, control the dead, possess the living, read minds, heal, interact with all planes of the afterlife, etc. This is closest to specialist coded you can get, I suppose.

Chrollo’s a specialist with a rather special relationship with death… thematically, we’re almost there.

Chrollo’s identity crisis(?)

Sheila’s comment in chapter 395 is lowkey what birthed this brainrot lol. This whole line about how Chrollo ‘Should have been born somewhere else’ probably means he’s ‘too good’ for a place like Meteor City, where his existence and life aren’t acknowledged by the rest of the world. But what if it meant something else… 🤡

Doesn’t it line up with the idea of a child abandoned by the Spirit World, left to grow up in a place where his existence wouldn’t attract attention?

With how elistist and carefully structured the SW is, it’s unlikely someone like Enma, whose reputation is on the line, and who wants to maintain absolute control and order, would welcome a half-human up there. Especially someone without obvious use of spiritual energy. I doubt he’d even care about any kid who’s not Koenma.

(And that’s why I don’t see him caring for the Troupe’s criminal activities either. Why would Enma care? He let the Black Black Club in YYH be prosperous for decades, not taking considerable actions as they ran both human and demon trafficking rings, slaughtered demons for sports, and hired some to do their dirty work and spread ill in the human realm. Even though the Spirit World literally had the means to end them on the spot.

His long abandoned offspring (probably one of many) doing shady shit as countless other humans is the least of his problems as long as his own title doesn’t get dragged in it.)

Also, one of Chrollo’s dilemmas is that he doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t understand himself. He mimics others, steals their essence/abilities, incarnates different personas depending on what’s needed in the moment, and builds his identity out of fragments. As the spiders’ leader, He’s played the role of this detached man, this enigma who pretends he’s at peace with putting the careful structure he’s founded over his own life or those of the people he cherishes the most.

There are times when you wonder if he even considers himself fully human (cf. His cryptic thoughts during his fight against Hisoka ‘Humans are so very interesting’)

His full name, Chrollo Lucilfer, compliments someone who’s fallen from grace—or perhaps… from an actual place? Possibly the SW itself? His existential crisis parallels Yusuke’s in YYH, as the latter has also felt out of place for most his life, and when he finds out he’s part demon he also subtly struggles to reconcile his humanity with his otherworldly heritage.

(Though, Chrollo doesn’t have the knowledge on different realms as Yusuke did, so I imagine he’d be feeling more than a little out of place if this theory was canon.)

So what if Chrollo’s identity issues stem from his SW heritage? Whether he’s the descendant of a spirit who’s fallen in Meteor Ciry, a half-spirit child of Enma, or even the result of some darker corruption, it would explain his sense of detachment from humanity (which as seen in YYH, is a rather strong natural trait in spirits lol despite being the self-claimed human babysitters), his constant search for meaning and identity, his fascination with concepts of life and death, his genius…

Bandit’s Secret and the Book of Enma

Once the owner of any ability Chrollo stole passes away, their profile and ability disappear from Bandit’s Secret. We don’t get much context on how the Grade book works aside from containing full on biographies and secrets on the people a shinigami’s ferrying and/or keeping an eye on. But I think there’s a similar mechanism at play.

Imo it’d make sense that as souls are ferried away, their informations would get classified and disappear from the book as those souls are not the shinigami’s responsibility anymore. Once they reach their final destination, they may leave room for new borns or other souls the shinigami has to care for. They’ve fully ‘passed’.

(Also in the 2011 anime, YYH’s Suzaku was in Chrollo’s book lol. I know this particular instance was just a fun Easter egg, but YYH’s ending does hint at a slow merging of all three realms, with demons then allowed to freely roam human and spirit worlds as long as they respect the laws lol. It wouldn’t surprise me if both HxH and YYh’s universe are loosely connected… So yup Spirit Chrollo canon I’m so smart.)

#crack theory #hxh #hunter x hunter #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo #hxh chrollo #yu yu hakusho #yyh #koenma #yusuke urameshi #spirit world #crossover #heavy on the c r a c k part #ramblings #what hyperfixations do to a weakling who can’t articulate her thoughts or make actual sense

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