#a color scheme. that comes directly from mother nature.

[tea-with--honey]

Happy pride to the folks who live in countries where being queer is a crime and, in some instances, legally punishable by death. I see you, I'm with you, I'll celebrate with you. Hoping ur celebrating online or in your head or in an awesome private place with your queer companions. Maybe youre not! Maybe youre out there fighting for our rights and if you are then hell yeah! But this goes out to the ones who cant because of the risk. We're still queer and we can still celebrate pride in our own little ways. Love yall :)

[hehosts]

if we're being honest, i don't even have a species in mind for goro or a lore that he comes from other than "faceless man" and that's not even derived from myth, it's derived from the "faceless boss" idea that happens when yakuza run hosts clubs (and other businesses). goro originally was supposed to be a man who "seemed" to "lose" his features in the shadows, occasionally changed hair color, and overall was not very present in the story directly, but as a just sort of "a presence" that was "there".

because of this, i'm inclined to think goro is something entirely unique to himself ... which begs a question i personally have struggled with: does he have a mother? a father?

this whole story comes together in the idea of family (fatherhood particularly, motherhood also). goro does fit into fatherhood, as i have discussed he has "children" (both "naturally made" and "created" by him (we must stop them), which will actually be a part of the manga), but where does "he" fit into the scheme of being created over just "creation"?

[phoebe-ofthe-cosmos]

A Court of Thorns and Roses | Recap & Analysis, Ch. 6-9

In which Feyre settles into Spring and I develop my bi!Lucien headcanon.

Spoiler warning for ACOTAR the book and the series.

Chapter 6

Feyre arrives in Spring with Tamlin. She still does not know his name, his title, or where exactly she is in the fae territory. She is starving after days of traveling but does not want to eat the food for fear of the magic in it. Tamlin tells her "Leave if you want. I'm not your jailer, the gates are open," which is... interesting!

Lucien mention Lucien mention! The first description Feyre gives of his character, beyond physical traits, is "Bastard—an absolute bastard." lol.

First hints of Tamlin's nature when Lucien goes "rigid" at Tamlin merely saying his name in a certain tone.

Feyre, being a painter and being poor, can't help but admire the beauty of everything around her, the colors and opulence. She describes "that useless part of my mind that admired lovely and strange and colorful things" which makes me so sad for her, to be so wholly focused on survival that she thinks admiring beauty is useless.

Chapter 7

More asshole Tamlin: sighing sharply, glowering at Lucien, answering for Feyre, snarling with annoyance. Lucien, meanwhile, is being a sassy teasing bastard (we love it).

We get Tamlin's first pathetic attempts at being nice to Feyre, serving her food and complimenting her hair, but Feyre notes the insincerity of it. Lucien is giving subtle signs of encouragement to Tamlin, hinting at an ulterior motive or that this is a Thing they're in on together.

Feyre tries to beg for release so she can help her family. She says that she is "nothing and no one" without her promise to her mother to look after them.

More asshole Tamlin: snarling at Lucien, incredulous laughs at Feyre's innocent questions, telling Feyre that she should be grateful to him and using magic to restrain her in her chair while threatening to harm her family if she leaves, telling her that she should feel lucky to be there because another Fae lord might not be so nice to her. Honestly this is very quickly becoming textbook red flags! Feyre finally eats and when she reaches for seconds Tamlin poofs the food away from her. Knowing how SJM writes feeding someone as an act of love, very literally so in this series... it's interesting! Is all I'll say!

Lucien and Tamlin makes their first attempts at gauging Feyre's chances at falling in love with Tamlin by asking if she had any men back home. Tamlin is clearly not happy about his role in this curse, having to fall in love with a human.

Tamlin waves to dismiss Feyre from the table (ass) and Lucien gives her a lazy smile. When she is gone, she hears Lucien laugh, but Tamlin growls and shuts him up right away. It's clear that Tamlin has a short temper, even with Lucien who is supposed to be a good friend, and keeps tight reins of control on the people around him.

Feyre returns to her room and finds herself missing the cramped bed she shared with her sisters. She imagines that Nesta is stretching out in that bed now that there's more space, and that Nesta is content imagining Feyre being eaten and is using the opportunity to elicit sympathy from the other villagers. Again, Feyre's judgement of her sisters isn't unfounded, but knowing that Nesta is actually trying to get to the Fae territory to save her, this comes off as incredibly uncharitable to Nesta.

Some beautiful writing with Feyre's perspective as a painter giving SJM some great opportunity to describe color, light, shape, and texture in really creative ways.

Tamlin reiterates that Feyre is "not under house arrest." He reluctantly offers to give her a tour. Feyre declines (good for her!) but not before Tamlin gives a little lore about the curse, intentionally vague since he's forbidden to speak about it directly. Knowing what to look for, this comes across as pretty clever writing.

Chapter 8

Feyre is scheming and trying to figure out her escape. She mentions that she isn't adept at "social warfare" like her sisters are. I think we saw some of this with Nesta in ACOSF, but I'm really curious to know how this will apply to Elain. I'd love to see her skill in this arena, and I think there's a great opportunity for her and Lucien to bond over this.

We get the first kind of spooky sign that something isn't right here when two mysterious, shimmering figures sneak up behind Feyre. She can't see them, but she can sense them. If memory serves, this is Tamlin's magic concealing things from Feyre's human sight.

At dinner again, "Lucien seemed to find everything I said to be hilariously human and uneducated." Lucien seems to have a really strong dislike of humans; I can't quite recall his character development (or maybe it's a retcon) in that regard but I'm wondering why he seems to hate Feyre so much and what changes that he ends up living in the human lands by the time we get to ACOSF.

Feyre brings up her dream, of seeing her sisters married and she and her father living together while she paints, again. I'm struck by how forgiving she is of him. Also noting that, despite her life changing so drastically over the series, her dreams remained typically human; by the "end" of her story in ACOWAR/ACOFAS, she still just wants a house, a husband, a baby...

Chapter 9

More interactions between Feyre and Tamlin where she has Nerve and Audacity and he is clearly holding back his temper and is unhappy about the Whole Thing.

Feyre finds Lucien in the stables and he invites her to patrol with him. Lucien makes more comments here that reveal his deep disdain for humans and for Feyre specifically, apparently for killing Andras. I am now headcanoning that Lucien and Andras had a kind of Special Friendship before he went over the wall and got shot by Feyre. This is the only reasonable explanation for Lucien to be so upset by the loss of this otherwise unimportant and forgettable character, obviously.

Feyre, again, looking at the world with a painter's eye, but ending her own train of thought early to focus on how she can survive here instead.

Feyre says that she thinks Andras is more missed than she is. :(

Lucien says that if he had things his way, Feyre would be dead. Again, knowing that the curse is coming up on its deadline and Feyre is kind of their last chance at breaking it, why would Lucien want her dead? Only logical explanation is that his feelings for Andras are leading him to not think logically about the options here.

He says he admires Feyre's "balls, or maybe it's stupidity" which is a great summary of how I've been feeling about our girl since Chapter 4 lol

First reference to Feyre wondering if there's such thing as a High Lady, I'm :')

These first chapters have felt SO SLOW as all the world building is laid out but we finally start to get to some action at the end of this chapter!

[stonedepotau]

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Outdoor limestone pavers and tiles are often durable and soft. It is prone to scratches, but you can fix that using a sealer. The type and finish of the stone affect the stiffness. It is resilient to heat and weather.

Without further ado, let's read! 

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[hzj04]

Libertia et Justitia Masterpost

A story about the gods and their struggletwt

The 3 main gods of the story:

The Judge, he who made a floating island in the middle of nowhere and then built a courtroom on top of it, and has been judging souls dead and alive ever since. He has a liking towards everything black and yellow, and thus, everything bearing his name has that color scheme. Enigmatic and a little whimsical to all who knows him, but Nera prefers to call him "a bit airheaded".

The Notary. Previously referred to as The Scapegoat, but he died and was resurrected, so he has to go by another name. Currently living his life free of destruction and war, and peacefully worked as the court secretary. Has a new hobby of tea-brewing, but he's not very good at it...

The Searcher, one seeking to know how the gods are born, and all knowledge related to the matter. As her tongue is as sharp as her mind, she had gotten herself some enemies, and with a war going on, she decided to ally herself with stronger powers. Her current worry, however, is that her son is being too attached to her.

(oh and they're all married to each other)

And now, the three who works directly under the Judge

The story's main POV character: The Defender. As the only human in the court, Nera Angelica works to defend humanity's actions against the accusations of sin. Outside of work, she is usually found chatting all the other court members and pestering them with whatever she finds interesting.

The Prosecutor, Xavor, inherently believes that humanity is a being born to sin. Naturally, he doesn't get along that well with Nera, but that doesn't stop her from teasing him every so often. Demi-mortals doesn't need to sleep, but he likes sleeping since he's intrigued by the concept of dreaming. He doesn't get dreams, but it's worth trying...

The Vice, Adae, was created by the Judge to stand in for him if he were to leave the court for other businesses, and thus, inherited all his authority and power. She is the one who took care of Nera ever since she stepped in the court as an 8 years old. As such, she comes to see the Vice as a mother figure. A forceful yet elegant woman, even the Judge is a little hesitant to go against her opinions.

The other demi-mortals who works under the other gods!

The Enforcer, Cavi, is the bailiff of the court. A little of a yes-man who blindly follows every single one of his mother's command, resulting in him getting teased by most of the court members. He doesn't mind it though. In his mind, love can do no wrong.

The Guard, formerly a human named Galilea, who died shielding the Notary from the attack of an enemy god. The Judge revived her into a demi-mortal, putting her into a long sleep-walking dream which she had only recently waken up from. Currently enjoying her so-called afterlife as the bailiff of the court.

The Keeper, Sherva, the youngest member of the court who had just hatched from her egg. Still in the process of learning to read and write, her job is to help the Notary manage the Court Library and all the records kept there. Is very confused on why she has a pair of horns while none of her family has it.

The Idiosyncrates, a questionable alliance with questionable members. (personally likes these bunch the most)

The Progenitor, or also known as the mother of humanity. Formerly a human, the first woman & the wife of Adam, she calls herself Chawah. Acting as the leader of the Idiosyncrates, she is responsible for putting the members in line if they ever defied from the plan. May or may not be bribed with fast food and delicacies commonly known to cause heartburn.

The Illusionist, a former human who keeps his identity a secret. A worrywart who easily gets frustrated with the rest of the Idiosyncrates, but sticks with them out of worry. He is fond of everyone with musical talent, and although he doesn't enjoy every musical genre in existence, he can appreciate the effort put in.

The Evader, a catty god who appears wherever and whenever she pleases. Famously known for popping into places she shouldn't be, she has a penchant for meddling in someone else's conflicts and "balancing the scales" by giving information or withholding them, all for her own enjoyment. Likes being given a good scritch and being pat after a good job.

The Punisher, a god of death known for her ethereal beauty and her equally beautiful yet grim domain, the Black Star, where many flock of white crows pick the flesh clean of the mountain of bones of sinners and unlucky souls. Stealing the face of a human girl, she plots her revenge against the one that got away from her maddening grip. Had recently mellowed after given a human name, "Ennui."

The Collector, a lover of all living beings, and a lover of all the dead ones as well. His domain is akin to a mausoleum, with all the taxidermies and preserved corpses decorating every corner. His sense of humor is very morbid and cynical that even the more violent gods doesn't enjoy talking to him very much.

The Arbiter. Previously the former Judge, he was struck down in the war by a stronger power. Mithra kept him in his garden, and now he had been reawakened due to unknown reasons. Allying himself with the Punisher, many thought the marriage is a strange one, but they agreed that if anyone is to go with the whimsical and sadistic punisher, it would have to be the strict Arbiter.

and now a family of gods...

The Protector, who had only waken up again recently. As he had lived longer than all the other gods, they all agreed that he should act as a living preserver of all the history, and be put to sleep. Upon waking up and knowing that the war still has not ended, he asked to be put to sleep again. A cranky old man who had grown tired of the squabbles, and prefers to keep to himself. Unfortunately for him, his son is one of the chattiest god out there.

The Lamenter, the one who sings of all the unfortunate events in the world, and shed tears for the fallen ones. In a twisted turn of fate, she ended up imprisoning herself in her cage and fell into depravity, dragging other gods into her cage to be put into eternal rest. Her husband ended up having to end her life so soon after his reawakening.

The Singularity, owner of the Vale of Dawn, one of the most beautiful, extravagant domains. While most gods decorate their domain as one would to their home, the Singularity decorated them as it was an ecosystem, fitting rivers, forests and mountains into the land he occupies. The resulting place is a castle decorated with greeneries in its nook and crannies, with thinly scattered cloud and mesmerizing blue sky as its backdrop. To him, it was a place befitting to house a dragon, a mythical creature that he adores so much from the human mythos.

The Sheltered Subjects, an alliance of 2 gods of former mortal origins.

Leiten, a crybaby timid demi-mortal who had recently hatched from his egg. A pacifist who would slam his giant battle hammer in front of 2 individuals just to quell their heated arguments, much to the shock of both parties. He doesn't seem to understand that his behavior would be considered weird in the slightest.

Tallula, formerly a sickly orphan girl, her body was exhumed by the Conductor and put into a demi-mortal egg. Though her slightly twisted and bitter personality remains the same, ones who knew her from her previous life claimed she is much happier and a little sweeter now.

Lambda, a former creation of the Conductor, created in the perceived image of his childhood. Tallula and Leiten's egg were never meant to hatch, yet Lambda's care for them every day for the last hundred years had bear their result: The miracle of life from death and nothingness, gaining him the same godhood as his creator. The former demi-mortal has his reservations on becoming a god though, as he liked to be spoiled by even his own "children". The children, on the other hand, are very happy to have a cute "father".

Theta, a creation of the Conductor, created in the hypothetical image of his old age. A reserved individual who often takes a more passive role to Lambda's more proactive approach. Though, when all is said and done, the children thinks he is more mentally dependable than the two gods, and thus, often calls him "mother".

The Conductor, an odd god known for his love of going missing for long stretches of time. His subjects are both pissed at him for his cryptic way of talking, and worried over his secretive nature. It seems that he has a lot of things he wants to forget.

The folks below has a lot of placeholder & blanks since I hadn't gotten around to drawing all of them neatly but have a look if you wanna

The Neutralites, a group of god universally protected by their own capabilities. It would be idiotic to kill them, since they rule over things that are universally needed.

The Decayer, also known as Joxa. Unable to bring himself to use his destructive powers to punish, the kind-hearted god fled from his own rule, choosing to use that power on himself. Living as a human with his husband and a bunch of adopted children, he cares for them deeply while worrying about their future and his own. One of those children had recently found a use for his power: speeding up decomposition to make more manure for her little vegetable garden.

The Oathkeeper, Mithra, presiding over loyalty and promises. His domain is a garden, a little paradise of creatures and animals who lived peacefully without the law of the jungle. Each of those animals bear the soul of a living human. Mithra keeps a number of "dead" gods in his garden in accordance to his promises, with the animals keeping them safe as their presence helps enforce their wavering will to live. And then, he waits for the right time, for all of them to wake up again.

The Giver, Adonis, presides over child bearing and children. All the gods who wanted to create a demi-mortal must first seek his permission before so, as he was the only one who can grant that blessing. As he lives in the human world, his current worry is his cryptid boyfriend got addicted to Pumpkin Spice Latte, and their financial spending for that alone is getting outrageous.

The Devout, formerly a human named Zeyd. He was born blind, and while he could use his godly powers to see, he remains a little unsettled in getting to learn the world yet another time, and chose to keep himself unseeing. As a gentle-natured being, he often goes into areas of disaster and prophesied unfortunate events to try and save as many people as he can. Recently, he's in a sweet relationship with a certain fussy yet caring cryptid mother.

The Uniter, Navashti, is the god of marriage and procreation. A tag-team with Adonis, he gives the blessing of officiating the god's marriages, so they won't be misused. Unfortunately though, as he's easily coerced and weak-willed, his requirements are easily bent. As the god who had lived with humans the longest, he had gotten used to human culture, and thus, Nera claims, is the easiest to teach about the wonders of internet slang.

The Seeker, is formerly a human child named Luri, whose lifelong dream is only to live forever with his godly adoptive father, the Architect. Luri spent his lifetime researching on how to become a god, and achieved that goal with unfortunate consequences. With his father presumedly dead, Luri spent 500 years in isolation, being branded as the unfilial child and a murderer. However, as of recently, that rumor was dispelled with the Neutralites accepting him into their ranks. He spends most of his time with his recently-awake father, and has now begun research on forfeiting godhood per the request of the Decayer.

(The Arbiter formerly belongs in this group, but has since left. Their relationship is still fine though!)

Holy, Elkan

Architect, Conservator (Mios),

Flower of Evil, previously a human crowned as the Defender of the former Judge. In his fall, the future Arbiter granted her immortality, making her neither a human nor a demi-mortal, but something in between. Going by the name Nicole, she spends her time in the human world as a Sunday School teacher to children, and tending to her beloved rose garden.

[solring3n]

Actually this is my tumblr so I decide the posts so i'm just gonna lore drop EVERYTHING of My oc before i implode.

I was actually very careful making her, I like my characters complicated, as a fan of dark fantasy (ASOIAF, The Witcher saga) i could not miss out the potential of including a world in its medieval state with a setting similar to The Witcher (non-humans are lesser, and elves are an alegory to native people)

Because of this, I decided that I would keep the funky hair and eye colors but will not accept white elves, they are native so they should look native, I made my elves mostly dark-skinned or asian, their language is a mix of gaelic and norse, including some of the old words, im still working on it, their culture is directly tied to nature, though it changes with each tribe, the shared thing between ALL ELVES, is their faith. As a historian, I also unfortunately have Arthurian Legend brainrot, because it comes included in my degree i used some elements with my OC.

Ardhine (A female version of Arthur I pulled out of my ass, I saw some use Arthurine, but its ugly, honestly) is young commoner, who is part of the Indigenous Jedi Protocol, a protocol designed by the council to allow indigenous jedi to mantain their culture and regularly engage with their communities; because of this, Ardhine visits her tribe every other week, staying with her grandfather, a lonely blacksmith. (Im still designing it, but I have it drafted)

Ardhine is gifted and troubled, unlike Anakin, she is not impulsive but she schemes. a lot. intrigue and plots are natural to her. She comes from a medieval world which has already colonized its indigenous people, and thus, the horrors we know are commited. Artie was born from assault commited by human soldiers, her mother was practically a little girl when it happened, constant attacks from nearby nomads who especialized in slave trade did not help the situation. When she was three, her mother was taken to Slaver's Bay, her grandmother and uncles killed, just her and the lonely old elf fled to another kingdom whose marshall wasnt useless.

Artie was found by Master Fay, another elf who alongside Darth Revan, is a relic of the times of elven freedom. At age ten, she was picked for padawanship by Master Mundi, a peaceful and patient man that took time to understand her and love her, he is basically her father.

Part of Artie's religious practices include a rite of passage, in which girls, boys, and children that are entering adolescence present themselves to the gods and are given a tattoo that represents the one the high priestess deems accurate, these tattoos normally represent the role they may have in the community (artisans, hunters), or a destiny too big to avoid.

Artie has the tattoo of the Mother goddess, a beautiful tree tattoo that covers her entire face, her forehead has the branches, her nose the trunk and her cheekbones are outlined with the roots. This tattoo signifies a great destiny as per tradition, she receives a dragon's egg (that hatches). Revan had the same tattoo, now here is where we get whacky, the elves also believe in reincarnation, they believe the Mother gives those who tried but failed another chance. Revan got their opportunity in Ardhine.

They are the same heart, same soul, Revan is grief stricken, all they want is finally doing it right, so they can see Admiral Onasi again (im a faithful carth onasi truther ‼️‼️ come at me). Revan believes killing the sith will get them to the Mother's embrace, and thus guides Ardhine to killing Palpatine and Dooku, as tradition goes, Ardhine must go through a process similar to Revan's, which to her horror (she STICKS to the code, she is annoying about it) means falling deep into the dark (it has always been there).

This part is my favorite, Ardhine, who believes so strongly in the rules and the code, breaks absolutely everything and, as the story progresses, becomes more machiavellic, building spy networks and designing deadly plots and assassinations, getting away with them everytime. Assuring the republic's safety, but sometimes, her plots are personal, she has killed those who wronged her birth family, the separatist general who was in Cerea, she has killed for the clones, for the jedi.

Artie has a romantic relationship with Ahsoka, which deteriorates as the Clone Wars progress. Ardhine and Anakin antagonize each other constantly, as Anakin thinks unfair how Ardhine gets away with her intrigues everytime and Artie thinks he is foolish and rash, both Ardhine and her master carefully plan their battles for minimal casualty, Skywalker does it in the fly (one of her lineage-brothers is tusken, Ardhine has little birds that tell her all. She knows). Ahsoka starts to think her own girlfriend a hypocrite (which she is, and thats exactly the point) and Artie thinks Ahsoka is easily manipulated.

Ardhine is a marine, she is ELITE, combining her own people's combat practices and the jedi's, she relies heavily in her connection to the force and she has a fucking dragon, Valyrax, a beautiful male with black scales, a pink belly and eyes, he likes when the clones give him belly rubs and lighting buildings on fire<3 he has a special zone in the Venator (The Revanchist, because, yknow) where he snoozes and rests. She has a handpicked (by Palpatine:///) team of young specialists sent by leaders of all worlds (we have a Kenobi, and a Organa! And also Cassian Andor and Thrawn!!! Its complicated!!!) HK-47 is also here, psychopathic as always.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

Complete your OC Info★:

「 ー credit: @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat 」

( A. Appearance )

Shape of eyes? Length/style of Lashes?

Ryuuto has a hooded eye-shape not too dissimilar to his father, Richter. His lashes are quite long, thick, and possess some decent curl, which he inherits mostly from his mother.

Any piercing? How many?

He doesn't have any piercings currently, nor ever has.

Hair color? Was it dyed before?

His hair colour is green, similar to his father, although distinctly lighter in colour. The tips of his hair reflect his mother, blending into a darker purple shade. Although many wonder if his hair is truly natural, he has never dyed it in his life.

Describe casual outlook/outfit 

Ryuuto's casual outfit is formal in theory; A frilled poet blouse and jabot - which is held in place by his precious brooch - paired with a corset-like vest across his waist. With this, he wears simple dress pants, and brown dress shoes.

Any physical uniqueness?

Outside of his brooch, it would most likely be his hair colour.

Are they confident with their looks?

Extremely. After all, he takes after someone like Cordelia fairly considerably; His eyes, and his hair, blend both into a shade extremely similar to hers.

What kind of expression do they usually wear?

Usually, it is a solemn expression that Ryuuto wears.

( B. Bout them )

Height? Weight? Age? Occupation?

Ryuuto is, physically, an eighteen year old, standing at 5'10" (178cm) tall, and weighing 138lbs (63kgs).

His occupation is as a 3rd Year High School Student.

How would you describe your OC's personality?

Ryuuto is certainly an arrogant teenager, with a generally cold exterior. However, he is known to have quite the seductive side on occasion, if there is something to be achieved through showing it.

Three hidden knowledge or secrets about them.

They wouldn't be secrets any longer if I told you, would they~? Well, I suppose a letting a few slip would be okay--

1. ) He has painted other women besides Cordelia before.

2. ) He isn't a big fan of swimming.

3. ) He enjoys reading his Father's poetry.

Talk about their room design

Most of his room is designed around the fireplace, and the covering painting above it. His bed faces the window, while his desk is tucked into the corner; There is little place in the room to sit where you can directly face the aforementioned painting.

The room itself is fairly dark in its colour scheme, but the large windows allow for a decent amount of light during the day.

Do they have someone that they like?

Cordelia, obviously.

Yui, throughout his route.

Richter, in the sense of having respect toward him.

Azusa, [information redacted].

Do they have someone that they worship?

Cordelia.

What are they skilled in ; What are they not skilled in doing? 

Ryuuto is most skilled in oil painting, most obviously. He is decently knowledgable in baking, too, although when it comes to cooking, he struggles far more. He knows his way around horses, and poetry, too.

( C. Community )

Do they have many friends? 

No. None, in his canonical universe. In regards to other OCs? He surprising does have people to call his friends!

How do they behave towards friends ; How do they behave towards strangers?

Not too dissimilarly to another other person. He might, however, be a little more talkative than he otherwise would with a stranger.

How do they behave towards closer friends?

He is a little more lax with his behaviour. You may notice him flirt a little more, be a little cheekier, whether it benefits him or not.

How do they behave towards their best friend (s)

Similarly to the above; Ryuuto hasn't quite gotten around the concept of friends on a deeper level than just close.

How do they behave towards the ones older than them? 

With respect, usually. This does depend on the person specifically, though.

Do they like hanging out outdoors?

He doesn't really mind, as he enjoys strolling through the garden often, and used to enjoy horse riding in the Makai.

Do they prefer to be alone or with a group of friends?

Alone, certainly.

( D. Diet )

Do they prefer eating rice or noodles?

I can see him being far more of a noodle man, than a rice man.

Do they like soft drinks?

Not at all - Ryuuto finds the fizziness to leave his fangs feeling uncomfortably tingly.

What are their most hated food ; What are their most favorite food?

He doesn't hate any food in particular, but he isn't too big a fan on sour foods or flavours. Again, his fang are sensitive to it.

His favourite food, however, are cinnamon rolls. The cinnamon flavour itself is something he finds himself fussing over a lot when it comes to those types of food.

Are they picky in terms of meals?

Not particularly, no. So long as it is presented nicely, and tastes decent.

Do they like eating junk food?

Outside of cinnamon rolls (if they even count), not usually.

Are they stable in the concept of three times of meal a day? Are they taken regularly in time?

As a Vampire? No, he doesn't require it nor find himself hungry enough for it. Even when it comes to blood, though? He's doesn't get his "three-meals-a-day" worth, but he gets far more than he does with regular, human food. When he does eat food, though, it is at a scheduled time usually, yes.

Do they prefer sweet or salty food?

Sweet!

This was so much fun~! Thank you for the tag!! Tagging: @komori--shoma , @kindan-no-kanojo , @lured-into-wonderland !

[frosted-night]

Little Nature Spirit headcanons

When it comes to nature spirits, they are often born in unconventional ways compared to humans. Some can reproduce like humans but its usually exclusive to certain species like Nymphs and so on. Some nature spirits are born from natural bodies, like rivers, lakes, flowers, trees, clouds and bushes to name a few. You can usually tell if a nature spirit used to be human or has a percentage of human in their line up because the shape of their ears.

Its still unknown how humans turn into such spirits. A pattern that has been noticed over the centuries involves the death of a human but it isnt always the case with every instance.

They can also come in a variety of colors. If they are tied to certain plants, their skin or hair might match the colors of their associated plant. Weather spirits often have white somewhere in their color scheme because of their association with clouds. Winter spirits aren't always white and blue. Sometimes they have darker hair or skin tones depending on where they originally came from. Spring and Summer spirits have the wildest of color pallets but do not see themselves any fairer than their Autumn or Winter brethren. They rather take pride in their work, than their image.

They usually never stay in one place unless they are directly tied to an object of nature. Some even migrate to other parts of the earth that matches their associated season and spread their handiwork through the land. They're described as free spirited nomads. Often times an out of season spirit can sabatoge someone's work (Jack Frost and the Easter Sunday Blizzard, as one example). Depending on the scale, it can affect alliances and the clean up of such an event.

Nature spirits can get cabin fever if they don't get some outside time now and then. The disconnection can cause severe depression for the spirit if they are deprived for too long. They can dwell in homes but often dedicate time to reconnect with their element frequently. It can be a difficult thing to balance.

Their favorite offerings can vary depending on the spirit but fruits tend to be a common favorite. Winter spirits appreciate it greatly, as their season holds little natural harvest. Autumn spirits are accustomed to recieving pumpkins or other crops from their season and are known to swipe old pumpkins from doorsteps if one isn't looking. Even some Winter spirits snatch pumpkins if they feel bold enough. If Nature Spirits are offerred seeds they'll either keep them to plant later or eat them as a snack. It truly depends on who you're giving them to and if they have an associated season.

Not all have a distaste for humanity but they loathe seeing the waste left behind by them. A Nature Spirit would not outright hurt a human out of rage but that isn't to say its never happened before. Mother Nature does not like stopping one beneath her from lashing out and does not see a reason to stop them. She has prevented a few disasters from those who tried to take it too far however. An unfortunate fact for spirits who uphold great natural power, is that eventually a human might fall victim to their influence. This is not something they celebrate, nor do they brag about. Nature Spirits are not materialistic or they often leave reminders so they leave offerings of their own to appease those they could not save. Those who brag about such things are looked down upon, for every life deserves a chance in the majority of their eyes.

[nattikay]

So I saw this post while browsing toa tags the other day. While I don’t think being obsessed with the school mascot automatically makes Toby a furry (though it is funny to joke about lol) since “being a furry” actually just means “being a fan of anthropomorphic animals” and doesn’t necessarily require any form of costuming or interest in such, it did get me thinking, hmmm...if he was a furry, what would his fursona be? 🤔 And from there I started wondering what Jim’s and Claire’s would be as well because y not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

BUT WAIT, I hear you say--haven’t you already drawn the trio as werewolves and wolfwalkers etc.? Wouldn’t those be their fursonas??

Well yes....but actually no.

I guess it’s a little hard to explain, but there’s a nuance between “[person] but as an animal” and a proper “fursona”. While a fursona is an animal character used to represent its person, it doesn’t have to physically resemble them at all as you would expect [person]-but-as-[animal] to. For example, if you were to design me but as a cat, you’d probably give it light brown fur and green eyes like I have irl. But my fursona, unlike my human self, actually has blue fur and purple eyes. You can give your fursona matching physical traits to your own if you want to, and some people do, but most use only a pinch of their irl appearance, if any at all.

The choices people make when designing their fursonas vary wildly from “it looks like me irl” to “it looks like who I want to be”  to “I just really like this color scheme” to “this particular color/marking holds deep personal meaning to me” to “this particular pattern represents a particular defining moment in my life” to “idk it looks cool and i vibe with it” etc. etc. etc. Everyone has different reasons of varying depth for the decisions they make in designing their fursona.

Therefore, to design a fursona for Toby etc., it’s less a question of “what would this character look like as [insert species here]?” and more of “how would this character choose to present himself with his own [animal] character?”

And that’s a much trickier game than just transferring a character aesthetic to a new species. ^^; We have to kinda dive into the characters and makes some guesses about how they, if given infinite creative freedom to design an animal avatar with no rules or limits, would choose to present themselves.

So all that said, here’s what I came up with:

Starting with Toby because he’s the one who inspired the post. I think Toby might choose a wolfdog fursona. A lot of people who choose wolves as fursonas consider themselves to be overwhelmingly loyal to their friends, a trait that fits Toby very well. However, while Toby likes to be “cool”, I don’t think he really thinks of himself as much of an “alpha” type--he’s more of a sidekick, and he knows that, and he’s ok with that. He’s the wingman. So what better way to incorporate that than to add dog into the mix? Man’s best friend=Jim’s best friend. Sociable, humorous, and unwaveringly loyal. Wolfdog it is!

With the species decided, we can move on to the design itself.

I can’t imagine any form of Toby in anything other than warm colors. This is extra emphasized by the flamelike patterns on his legs and tail, which both speaks to his desire to be totally awesome-sauce as well as acts as an allusion to his flaming warhammer. It’s fairly common (not universal, but common) for people to give their fursonas a more “ideal” physique than the person actually has as a sort of way to live by proxy physical goals or fantasies they’ve been unable to attain irl for whatever reason. Given that we’ve seen Toby struggle with fitness from time to time, it wouldn’t shock me to see him take this route. His wolfdog self is still relatively short and stocky, but it’s all muscle, babey. 

This fursona is strong, fun, boisterous, and generally just kicks butt. Concentrated awesomesauce flows through his veins. Just don't mess with his friends, or you’ll feel the flames!

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Moving on to Jim. Jim was the hardest to nail down, and most definitely the hardest to keep my personal biases out of oof. Which I may have failed to do anways because yes, ok, I made my favorite character a blue feline, sue me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  But hear me out first!

For Jim I ultimately settling on a cheetah/lion hybrid.

Cheetahs, in a way, are sort of the underdogs (er...cats?) of the feline world--at least, in their local ecosystems. They are built wholly for speed, not strength--and as such, just about every other large predator in their environment has them beat when it comes to raw strength. Remind you of a certain Trollhunter? plus the long lanky legs. don’t forget those lol

However, because of this disadvantage, cheetahs...usually surrender. They know it’s not worth it to defend their kill from larger, stronger opponents, so they’ll give it up and just catch something else. This aspect doesn’t quite fit our protective, selfless protagonist all too eager to risk everything to save his loved ones--so a pure cheetah may not be the right choice.

So what animal is brave and protective? That’s where the lion part comes in, of course!

Why not just make him a pure lion? Well, a little similar to making Toby a wolfdog instead of a pure wolf. A straight-up lion feels a little too “chad” for our sweet Jimbo. Too much of a jock. 

Jim has the humble underdog nature of a cheetah as well as the bravery and fierce protective drive of a lion. Cheelion? Leetah? idk, but let’s design it!

Like Toby and warm colors, I don’t think I can possibly associate Jim with any color but blue. While it’s never directly stated, given that we’ve never really seen him wear any other color (with the exception of the Eclipse armor), I think it’s pretty safe to assume that that’s his favorite. Blue sweater, blue jeans, blue shoes, even his backpack and bedsheets are blue. So naturally, his fursona would be predominantly blue as well! Plus some yellowish accents to (somewhat) match the natural colors of his chosen species(s).

I imagine he originally designed the character without horns, but then added them after becoming the Trollhunter, since it became such a major and impactful aspect of his life.

His lion’s mane also continues down his back in imitation of the “mantle” found on baby cheetahs. This youthful feature could subtly represent the fact that he’s been forced to grow up too fast and take on so much responsibility so young--so his fursona can still be young and carefree as long as he likes even while his real self struggles with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

This fursona is relaxed, calm, and confident. He’s not just cool--he’s crispy!

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Lastly but not leastly, we have Claire. Out of the three, I think Claire was actually the easiest to choose--or at least, I had the clearest idea of what I thought she might go for.

Claire is a bit of an interesting duck, because while she’s shown to be fairly popular at school, she’s definitely far from the stereotype of The Popular Girl™. Yes she’s smart and pretty, but she’s also a little spunky or even a bit quirky--she’s a theatre kid, she’s a huge fan of hard rock band Papa Skull, and while I wouldn’t quite call her “rebellious” per se, she’s certainly willing to bend some rules if she feels the situation calls for it (not telling her parents that she was going to the concert with Steve, literally sneaking into Jim’s basement to try to find out what was up with him, etc).

That said, I think Claire might go for a hyena fursona--something a little out of the box, but not totally out of left field. (she also shows a slight Gurl Power™ streak here and there “the staff was not meant to be wielded by man--” “I am not a man!!!”) and if you know anything about hyenas...well, yeah lol)

I think Claire would lean into her punk-rock “rebellious” side with her fursona design. This character is completely free of the pressure of being the councilwoman’s daughter and having to maintain her mother’s public reputation, and thus allows Claire to express a less restrained side of herself. She has a bold semi-edgy color scheme with bright accents (and some earrings to match her person’s hair clips) while still remaining feminine and (her own brand of) fashionable. 

This fursona is spunky and sassy; she’s spicy and sweet all rolled up into one. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to chase it down. She lives her own life and she’s dang proud of it.

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....sooooo yeah there’s my take on what Toby’s, Jim’s, and Claire’s fursonas could hypothetically be. And I guess since this post was inspired by a joke about Toby’s infatuation with the school mascot, here’s just some quick thoughts on how they might approach fursuiting to end us off:

Jim I don’t see as much of a suiter. He might try it once or twice if given the opportunity, but at the end of the day it’s not really his cup of tea--he’d rather act as the “handler” for his friends, if anything.

Toby and Claire, on the other hand, I could definitely see as suiters. In fact, with her interest in acting, Claire would probably particularly enjoy it--she’d be one of those suiters who really gets into character, absolutely refuses to break the magic publicly (outside of any actual medical emergency), and popular at cons because she just performs so well. 

Toby, meanwhile, would be the more chill type--uses his normal voice in-suit, isn’t really too stressed about “breaking the magic”, just kinda hanging around like he would normally except “look I’m a talking dog, cool right?”. 

also while I was typing this it occurred to be that since Eli is canonically a cosplayer then he could be a fursuiter as well; in his case i imagine he actually made his own suit it’s a protogen and it’s full of little LEDs and other electric gadgets, it’s not the prettiest thing ever as sewing is not his forte but boy did he try!! good for him. good for him

[dreamer213]

Broken machines: Lights the dark

Chapter 2 Beautiful Night

In dark quiet room a young man sits atop his bed waiting. The room itself is opulent and pristine, a queen size bed with silk sheets, oak wood floor, a gorgeous antique armoire full of designer clothing, a full length mirror, silver trend curtains, an ornately detailed desk, bookshelf filled with materials on business, culture, and the arts and even a bath en-suite. Truly a scene ripped straight from a magazine with it’s presentation and uniform coloring. Nothing but dark blues, grays, and whites as far as the eye could see, it gives off a very chic and vintage feel but such a cold color scheme leaves little room for light to enter. With darkness of night sky peeking through the window It is as though the room itself becomes like snow, beautiful and magnificent in appearance but cold and devoid of life. The same can be said for the boy, smooth white hair set neat and tidy in a simple but elegant cut, a long and slender figure with good posture and a gorgeous face with high cheek bones, full lips, a perfect jaw line, long lashes, and beautiful deep blue eyes. But behind those beautiful eyes lays a cold and empty stare, no youthful joy or warmth to speak of, just the cold stare of empty soul. If not for his breathing and movements he could be mistaken for a porcelain doll, left in it’s display never to be moved or play with but to be held up and admired. But that is not important right now. No, what matters right now is if Weiss’s found the back doors they left open for her and made her escape yet.

It’s been a while she should be long gone by now, if she hasn’t left yet it won’t be long before Father finds her then Gods know what he’ll will do. I mean getting caught trying to escape the city after nearly killing a defenseless woman at a public event over some unkind remarks. Cleaning up this mess is going to be hell on its own but if Father finds her trying to run away He’ll-

Whitley tenses up and grips his biceps through his sleeves, there’s a dazed look in his eyes. He closes his eyes, takes some deep breath, and calms himself.

No, I can’t think like that now. I have to believe that she followed through, that she ran away pre her usually sanctimonious behavior. I mean what did she think she was going to achieve by acting like that. Did she think that was going to change their minds? Did she really think that screaming like a child and losing control of her powers was going to do anything but cause chaos. If General Ironwood hadn’t been there we all could been killed by that monster. But no, even after fighting Grimm and seeing how terrifying they are first hand, she still never once gave a thought to what the consequences of her actions would be for anyone but herself. But then again that just might be who she is now. Doesn’t matter if she to her if she’s right or wrong, if she feels attacked she’ll just lash out either physical or verbal. With all her talk of restoring our family name I never thought she would do something like this. I never thought she would go this far but then again I never thought she’d treat me like an enemy. I try my best to engage with her whenever I could and she accuses me of wanting to her get disinherited and acts like I’ve stolen her role away from her. Really? She thought I would want the life both she and Winter ran away from the first chance they could. Seriously? What do I gain from her failure, living at home with a drunk for mother, a tyrant father, and a staff of people traumatized from working with them. Having my every move monitored and commanded by a man who cares more about money than human life. The enormous amount of work that comes with preparing to take over a company of such great magnitude and whatever grunt work Father doesn’t feel like doing. OH! Let’s not forget the fact that you’ll never truly be in charge as Father will surely keep you trapped under his heel until the day he dies! A life as puppet to a man whose dragged our family name through the dirt trapped in a house colder than the coldest of blizzard. Yes Weiss, I so desperately wanted you to run away to live your dreams so I could live your nightmare.

“WHERE IS SHE!!!” “WHERE DID THAT WORTHLESS BRAT GO!”

Whitley hears his father screaming down the hall, the screaming continues for almost an hour until it’s becomes clear that Weiss has escaped. For moment everything’s quite as though the entire manor has become frozen in time. But not long after the silence there’s a crash then another and another. The commotion grows louder and louder with every passing second until the shirks of manor staff become just loud as the havoc Jacques Schnee is wreaking.

Whitley: Looks like it’s time to clean up the mess.

Whitley gets up and walks out of his room towards the commotion. As he gets closer and closer as follows his father’s path of destruction. Broken glass, fallen paintings, and décor pieces smashed and scattered across the floor the halls are in shambles. When he finally reaches his father the situation is much worse than he expected. Jacques has completely lost his composure, he’s throwing things, screaming wildly, his face is beet red and his eyes are bulging. The servants are trying their best to calm down while trying to avoid getting hit. They try and try but nothing they do seems to calms him. As this struggle continues Whitley approaches them, he quietly walks up behind them. He stands there waiting for an opportunity to grab his father’s attention.

Jacques: AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR THAT UNGRATEFUL BITCH SHE DARED TO DEFY ME LIKE THIS!

Whitley: Father please, you need to calm down the stress isn’t good for—

Before he can get another word out an object goes flying past Whitley’s head. It was a small antique clock a gift from a business associate. His father Jacques Schnee, who was now facing him, had thrown it within an inch of his own son’s head. Jacques stalks over towards Whitley, getting closer and closer until he is standing over his son and stares directly into his eyes.

Jacques: What did you say?

Whitley: Stay calm, stay focused, you have to see this to an end before things get worse. I said you should calm down you shouldn’t be stressing yourself over such a minor issue. It’s not good for your health.

Jacques: And do tell me Whitley, how is your sister running away a “minor issue”.

Whitley: Well she’s already been disinherited and made a public spectacle of herself, there’s no real need for her to be at the manor anymore. That and when people ask about her and how she was punished you can say she was kick out and thrown to the streets for her awful behavior. For most that were present at that party the very idea of being cut off is the stuff of nightmares, hearing that the heiress to Schnee dust fortune got herself thrown out for her reckless mistakes should help calm the ruckus Weiss created.

For a moment everyone pauses, they hold their breath waiting for the elder Schnee’s reaction. After what feels like hours Jacques puts his hand above Whitley’s head. He brings it down and begins to slow pat his son’s head.

Jacques: Good job Whitley, you always have your mind in the right place when I need you to.

Whitley: Of course Father, I’m always thinking of what’s best for the Schnee legacy.

Jacques: Good, now then get this mess cleaned up I need to go have a talk with Klein. I just know that dog had a hand in this.

Whitley: Yes Father, I’ll have the staff get this up right away.

Jacques gives an approving nod then walks away. As soon as his step can no longer be heard and he is out of earshot the servants all breathe a sigh of relief and start cleaning up. Whitley walks down the hall, searching for someone. After roughly half an hour up and down the second floor Whitley finally finds the person he’s been looking for, Mary Shellor.

Mary Shellor has been working at the Schnee Manor for several years. When she first arrived no one expected her to last very long but to their surprise she acclimated to the environment rather quickly. She was also a very diligent worker, never making a mistake more then once. And because of her skill, not long after her hiring Mary was promoted to one of the most important and most difficult positions in the manor, Willow’s personal maid. She’d become Willow’s shadow following and serving her wherever she may go unless dismissed. During her first year as Willow’ maid also sought out and obtained another role, or rather a long term investment. You see after observing the family for a time it became clear to Mary which child would inherit the family fortune. The children, Winter, Weiss, and Whitley, had been raised quite incorrectly for their natures. Like wolves raised as show dogs ,they were trained to be obedient, intelligent, and outstanding but because of their strong willed and fierce natures they could never truly be tamed. First and second born were allowed enough freedom to want for more and seek an end to their captivity even if it meant losing everything. Eventuality they were able to beard their fangs and break free of their chains. But the third born, the son, was not allowed such opportunities, No Jacques had learned from his past mistakes he wasn’t letting this one get away. Whitley was kept closer, his chains made tighter, and cage made much smaller then his predecessors. And yet Mary could still see the wolf in him, though different from his sisters it was still there. Unlike his sisters he couldn’t attack or run from his situation so the boy did the only thing he could and did it well, he played along. He played the role of Father’s loyal dog so well that even his sister believed the act without question but unbeknownst to her or their father beneath that mask Whitley’s fangs were growing strap, he was waiting. Whitley knows when he’s at a disadvantage he knows when to act and when to retreat, he knows how to play games, the game of Atlas politics, his father’s games, and the games of the business world. The day Whitley would strike would be the day everything would be returned to a true Schnee, one who knew how to survive in this world, who knew the mistakes of the past and how not to repeat them. Mary wanted to be on the right side when that day came and so she became Whitley’s eyes and ears in and outside of the manor as long as he promised to keep her in mind when the time came. That was their argument one Mary never doubted would play out in her favor.

Whitley: Mary where’s Mother?

Mary: The Mistress has retreated to the library. After the shouting started she ran inside and hid. I asked her if there was anything I could do and she dismissed me.

Whitley: Thank you Mary, stay here I’ll be back in a moment.

Mary: Yes, Young master

Whitley walks pass her towards the library, once at the doors he pulls them open only to find that the lights are off and the scent of alcohol is heavy in the air. Whitley follow the scent deeper and deeper into the library, gagging slightly the closer he gets, as he draws nearer to the source he finds a trail of wine bottles.

Whitley: They’re all empty, she’s close.

He picks up the bottles as he follows the trail until he finds a blanket covered figure sitting on the floor tucked into a corner. Whitley puts the bottles down and slowly approaches the figure, small sobs escape it as he drew closer, he kneels down in front of them with his hands on his knees. He then gently pulls the blanket off the figure to reveal his mother Willow Schnee, sobbing and trembling beneath the blanket she’s wrapped herself in.

Whitley: It’s over Mother, Father’s gone back to his office. You can go back to your room now he won’t be coming out for some time.

Whitley holds out his hand towards Willow, with a shaky hand Willow grabs onto her son. Whitley grabs onto tightly, wraps his free arm around her shoulders and pulls her up. He steadies her as she gets on her feet, and guides her through the darkness and into the hallway. Once they’re out out of the library he hands Willow off to Mary.

Whitley: Take her back to her room she can barely walk, make sure to leave a bucket by her bed. And don’t let her have anything else tonight she has too much in her system already. She’s also left a good amount of empties on floor again, have someone clean those up before Father’s next reading hour.

Mary: Of course Young Master, we’ll have everything clean and in order before Master Jacques get up for breakfast.

Whitley:Thank you Mary , that will be all for tonight.

This was why Mary chose to put her faith in the boy, for as cold and defensive as Whitley was he was also incredibly loyal. Whenever the Master flew off the handle the Young Master would do everything in his power to calm him down and keep him calm for as long as possible. At first Mary thought this was more his loyal dog act but after a few more incidents it was clear what he was doing. Whitley would never sacrifice another’s safety for his own. His true purpose for playing the Master’s game was not to obtain power but peace and freedom from the chains that bind this manor and the people in it.

With that Mary and Willow depart towards Willow’s bedroom while Whitley retreats his own. Once there he closes the door behind himself and pressing his back against the door. He takes a deep breath then slumps down the door, gets into the fetal position and starts to sob. He cries and weeps for a long, long time, until his face is red and his voice horse. Once he finally he stops Whitley gets up and goes to his ensuite to clean himself up. After a long bath he puts on his sleepwear and lays down on his bed, he stares up at the ceiling until he finally succumbs to his own exhaustion and falls into a dreamless sleep.

[darrowsrising]

The Storm Cousins:

There seems to be a trend of Diomedes will make a better ally to Darrow or at least he can be more easily convinced to understand Darrow and the Rising.

I disagree from many points of view:

First if all, all of this is circumstancial, people simply assume Diomedes' sense of honour will preveil. I frankly piss on the notion that honour is the ultimate virtue - see Cassius' arc for refference (it's not a dig at Cassius whatsoever, it's just that his decidion to turn sides was not linked to honour, at least not mainly )

If I base my arguments around circumstancial evidence too, I can easily point you towards Ajax being a better ally/faster to convince person - just look at the Orion vs. Cadus scene - it's just Pierce Brown's style to create complex characters that make you have certain expectations, while canon naturally pulls them in unexpected directions, while it still makes sense.

One expects Diomedes to open up faster to the Rising, but if he is anything like Cassius - and he is, without being that much of a jerk - it will take solid proof like Atlas leading the Ascomani against House Raa or Atalantia killing Sera to change his mind.

Diomedes still clings to the only life he's ever known, knowing that at least, he is loved, to a certain degree, by his family and they all have a tendency to protect one another. Ajax clings to the only life he's ever known out of sheer stubborness and a desire for vengence. Ajax is not loved, he's dispensable. If you give him love and he accepts it, though...I simply suspect he can learn faster to live for more, but we'll have to see.

We don't know if Diomedes actually believes in Rim principles as strongly as Lysander or other Rim recepients, but Ajax is simply perpetuating whatever makes him confortable and puts him in a position of power, but in reality, his need for validation, his thirst for justice of some kind, his lashing out to compensate...if he manages to adress his issues, do you think he'll care that much about his 'genetic disposition'? He does not fight for Gold supremacy as his main modus operandi, he just wants to be accepted and get revenge. Diomedes does believe to a certain degree in Rim pronciples and does not have something personal or an ambition to shepard the Colors 'for their own good'. If ypu take Darrow from the equation, he'd still be loyal to his family/dominion and way of life.

Ajax has more personal beef with Darrow, because while Diomedes was directly affected by Darrows schemes, Ajax saw his mother massacrated on live holoNet - it's way more personal - Aeneas was killed by debris, Aja was teared apart with her own razor. At the same time, Diomedes feels a responsability of sorts - Darrow harmed his home and people - but Ajax could care less about his home or people, if he could have Aja. That being said, if Ajax lets go of his quest, he could see a path towards a different future, as his 'family' already dislikes him/sees him as a pawn - Diomedes might find it way harder, it will take his own family to turn against him and so far, House Raa might betray each other, but they wouldn't kill or destroy each other.

If Sevro managed to spare Cassius for killing Fitchner, why wouldn't Ajax forgive Darrow if the circumstances are right? For Diomedes to come to the Rising's side would be more difficult, given the circumstances.

Sure, this is all speculation and circumstancial evidence, but why not adress it? After all it's been 2 years since Dark Age and Pierce did not even give a title to Book 6.

[redqueen-hypothesis]

private getaway ➳ victor li (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x victor li (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 3665

➳ GENRE: slightly suggestive, fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: victor abducts you in the name of a holiday and is more nostalgic than you’d expect.

➳ REMARKS: tbh i feel like this was badly written, no smut but we all know victor li wouldn’t just let time alone together go by without doing the dirty. i hope the fluff is enough to make up for it, nonny!! i’m also sorry if you wanted a headcanon and i ended up writing a fic instead. i forgot i can’t write fluff akdjfsdk.

“Are we there yet?”

“No, but we’re almost there.”

That conversation has been repeated for hours now, ever since Victor whisked you away (more like abducted) you from the main entrance of your company building after a long working week and announced that the two of you would be going on a short holiday. Much to your shock, Anna had simply smiled politely at Victor as he bundled you into his car, wishing the two of you an enjoyable vacation and assuring you that your work would be taken care of. It was only later that you discovered that Anna had been roped into Victor’s schemes from the very beginning - the betrayal!

“You’ve said that for a while now.” You mumble, clutching onto Victor’s hand tightly as he leads you down a windy pier. You’re blindfolded with one of your silk scarves, Victor has been careful in ensuring that you haven’t been able to find out the slightest clue about where the two of you are headed. “Are you sure you’re not trying to kidnap me?”

A small snort. “How much money would I earn from doing that? Not enough to make the attempt worth it, I would say.” Victor’s voice is warm and deep, and when you strain your ears just a little, you can hear the sound of waves washing over a beach. Somewhere near the sea, perhaps?

“I’m priceless.” You answer indignantly, pulling at his hand and nearly stumbling when you trip over Victor’s feet. Wood creaks beneath your feet with each step. “I would be worth a lot of money.”

“But I’m the one who’d have to pay if you did get kidnapped.” Victor retorts, and you almost tell Victor he’s actually being romantic... almost. Before the words escape you, however, Victor is suddenly pulling the blindfold off your eyes. “We’re here now.”

When Victor had mentioned that he would be bringing you on a short holiday, you hadn’t expected this.

“Victor, this is... this is amazing!” You gasp, looking over at the view before you. The white sand of the beach runs into crystal clear water that stretches on as far as your eye can see. Connected directly to that strip of untouched beach is he open air villa that the two of you are currently standing in, watching the waves lap gently at the shore. “We’re going to be staying here?”

“No, we’re just passing through - of course we’re staying here, idiot.” Victor answers bluntly from where he’s inspecting the kitchen. It’s luxurious and fully stocked with fresh tropical ingredients, some of which are colorful fruits you’ve never seen before. You hope this means Victor is going to be the one cooking for you. “This place is a holiday beach resort.”

You can’t wait to change into some more comfortable clothes and go splashing in the sea. There’s a small jacuzzi pool carved from shining blue stone attached to the villa that you’re dying to try, but right now the blue of the ocean is much more enticing. It’s been so long since you’ve last seen the ocean for non work related reasons, you think. “This really is the perfect holiday location! And here I thought you didn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘vacation’.”

“My vocabulary is sufficient, thank you very much.” Victor sounds mildly amused as he steps up next to you, one hand shading his eyes from the orange light of the sunset. “I take that you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” You laugh excitedly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tight. Victor lets himself smile at your enthusiasm, if only a little. “It’s a beautiful place, really! Why isn’t it more popular? I don’t see anyone around.”

He turns to look at you with an amused expression, as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. “This is a private resort, dummy. Of course there’s no one else here.”

“Private resort?” Just how much money had Victor spent on this so called small holiday? The sounds of dollar bills flying away echo repeatedly in the back of your mind and you almost feel dizzy just trying to imagine how much this must have cost. “Victor, call an ambulance.”

“There aren’t any roads here, dummy, we’re on an island that’s untouched except for this building and the staff quarters nearby. I thought you should have been able to see that.” Victor looks at you like you’re the silly one. “The resort uses private helicopters in case of emergencies. Why, are you feeling unwell?”

“I just might faint under the weight of all this extravagance.” You mumble, but wrap your arms around Victor’s torso and stand on tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. He shivers ever so slightly in your hold. “Thanks, Victor. I appreciate it.”

“You should.” Victor mutters, but there’s no real bite behind it. “Let’s go see the sunset down by the water. I heard it’s a good view.”

>>>

You’ve missed the feeling of having sand between your toes and splashing about in the shallow water near the shore. Swimming pools have nothing on mother nature, you decide, picking up a seashell and admiring its silvery shine.

“Don’t you think it looks like a small fish?” You ask, holding it up for Victor to inspect when he stops next to you, bare feet in the water. He peers at the shell in your hand, looking like a debtor trying to discern the validity of some assets.

“It looks like a shell.”

“You have no creativity. Some things don’t need to be expensive to be pretty.” You huff, pressing the seashell into his hand anyway. His fingers wrap around it, holding it tightly in his palm. He’s about to open his mouth to reply when you tug excitedly at his hand. “Victor, look! The sun is huge!”

Your eyes are wide with wonder as the setting sun touch the horizon. Liquid orange ripples across the water’s surface, setting the sea alight with flames and washing it in a warm glow, until you can’t tell where the sea meets the sky. The corners of his mouth pull up at your tangible happiness, he’d let you see a thousand sunsets more beautiful just to see you smile like this again. “The sun is always the same size, dummy.”

“Yeah, but it looks big now.” You retort, fishing out the camera that you’re wearing on a strap around your neck. “I need to take a picture and upload it on Moments. Gosh, Lucien would definitely love to see something like this.”

The expression Victor eyes you with almost makes you laugh. “The shady scientist?” If you didn’t know him better, you’d think he’s angry, but you know he’s just sulking. You giggle, a little amused at his obvious dislike for the other man, and decide to tease him just a little.

“Hey, don’t call my friend shady! He’s a very renowned neuroscientist and an important consultant for Miracle Finder.” You correct, taking a few snapshots of the sky before you. You’re no photographer, but you know enough from your experience in filming to take a good photo. “Ahh, the pictures look great. Victor, it’s your turn!”

“My turn? What for?” Victor looks mildly confused, but you tug him to the end of the walkway by the hand. There, the sunset glow washes over his face, the soft light diffusing the sharpness in his eyes, the usual cold set of his jaw. “There, just right! Now, smile!”

“Wha-”

Click!

“God, Victor, I said to smile, not look like I handed up a late report.” You laugh, peering at the bummed out expression that you’ve captured with your camera. Victor looks just a little flustered when you raise the camera to him again. “Come on, smile for real this time!”

“I don’t just smile for pictures.”

“But you look handsome when you do.” You tease, and see Victor’s face soften in response to your words. It’s not quite a smile, but it looks warm, almost happy. “Don’t say stupid things.”

Just before you can take the picture, however, there’s a loud flapping sound and you flinch back in surprise at the flurry of wings. When your eyes blink open, you’re greeted with a totally unexpected sight.

A seagull is perched on top of Victor’s head, squawking loudly. Meanwhile, Victor looks like he’s frozen himself in time with his own Evol, lips firmly pressed together in a thin line.

The seagull peers down at him. Victor looks up to meet its eyes. It squawks again and Victor winces.

“Wow, Victor, I didn’t know you brought me here just to introduce me to your mistress.” You can barely keep the giggles out of your voice. The glare that Victor shoots you is positively deadly. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not.” You say, but your voice shakes. “You know, I can see why it took such a liking to you. The two of you are very much alike.”

Victor looks bewildered. “What? How am I similar,” he gestures at the bird nesting on his head, “to this thing?”

You only pause for dramatic effect. “You’re both known for shitting on people.”

Victor groans in exasperation at your grin. “I do not shit on people.”

Unable to resist, you turn the camera to him, hands almost shaking uncontrollably with suppressed laughter. Victor’s expression goes flat when he realises what you’re intending to do. “Don’t you dare-”

Click!

“That’s it, get back here.” Victor brushes the seagull off his head and bears down on you, while you shriek with laughter and dash back down the beach as fast as you can. Try as you might, however, Victor’s strides are far wider than yours and in no time at all he’s caught up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and lifting you clean off your feet.

“Delete that.” He demands, trying to reach for your camera, but you hold it over your head with both hands, still giggling breathlessly. “No! Do you know how much the paparazzi would pay for a picture like this? I can imagine it on the front pages of the newspapers already, ‘Victor Li finds true soulmate at last’!”

“If they’re smart, they wouldn’t. The LFG has shares in majority of the news outlets in Loveland.” Victor retorts as you wave the camera about. “And so should you, since your company is funded by the LFG as well.”

“You’re too fair to drop us over something like this.” You laugh breathlessly at Victor, who simply sighs. “Don’t think that praising me now is going to get you a bonus. Hand over the camera now, before I make you.”

You arch an eyebrow, still giddy with adrenaline and excitement. You haven’t laughed this much in a long time. “Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”

“How am I going to do that?” Victor repeats after you, voice suddenly dropping to a husky whisper. You swallow at the near predatory look that flashes in his eyes, hesitating for a moment. “Uhh, I mean you could just ask nicely, and if I were feeling generous, I might give it to-”

Before you can so much as finish your sentence, he’s pulling your head down to meet his lips in a hungry kiss. Your eyes fly wide open with shock before you melt against his mouth, camera long forgotten. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, urging his tongue into your mouth and fingers stroking at the bare skin along your ribs. Gasping at the searing heat of him, you try to break away for air, but Victor’s fingers only slide up the back of your head to press you more firmly against him, unrelenting.

All consuming.

It’s only when you beat against his chest with your fist that he releases you, your lungs heaving for air and mouth drunk on the taste of him. “Just like that,” Victor murmurs, his voice a raspy baritone as he plucks your camera out of your boneless hands. You can’t even find it in you to argue, all the fight sapped out of you. “I’ve missed doing that.”

“What are you-” You gasp as Victor lowers the two of you to the ground. Your back is pressed against the sand of the beach, waves lapping at your feet, but before you can say another word Victor’s mouth is back on yours again, hot and wet and desperate, like he can’t wait another second to taste you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him as close as you physically can, the hard planes of his body pressed against yours through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Mmn...” You breathe against his mouth, legs wrapping around his waist, grinding subtly against the hardness in his shorts. Victor lets out a low sound at that, eyes filled with an emotion that you can only describe as hunger as he hovers over you. Just as he tilts his head down to press kisses down your neck, however, you’re interrupted by a strange grumbling sound.

The two of you still at the sudden noise, and your cheeks burst into flames.

“Pft...” You look up to see Victor trying to stifle his own laughter and scowl, slapping both your hands over his mouth. “Hey! Stop laughing!”

“Let’s head in for some food. I have some new recipes I want to try.” Victor is still wearing a smile and damn, because you won’t even get enough of that expression on him. It softens his face, brings out a gentle light to his eyes that is far too rarely seen, and makes your heart stumble in your chest. Still blushing, you grab his hand and pull him towards the villa so he won’t see the colour on your cheeks.

“Hurry up then, I’m hungry.”

He laughs, a clear, boyish sound that doesn’t suit his business persona at all. “I could tell.”

“Oh, shut it!”

>>>

Dinner is a lavish affair of delectable fruits and local spices that you’ve never tasted before. Victor does something along the lines of a hibachi restaurant, cooking right in front of you and serving the food fresh from the pan. It’s clear he’s been practicing in secret, there’s no hesitation to his movements even with all these foreign ingredients. Your heart warms at the knowledge but keep your mouth shut about it, knowing Victor would be embarrassed if you were to call him out on it.

Gods, you love this man so much.

As the sky falls dark, you sit at the kitchen island in the dim candlelight, washing down your dinner with a tropical fruit juice mix that Victor had blended for you while scrolling through a list of activities available to you here on your phone.

“You decide.” Victor had shrugged simply when you’d asked him about your itinerary. You couldn’t be more excited.

“We could go snorkeling tomorrow, oh, or fishing!” You tell Victor brightly as he washes the dishes at the sink. Hopefully in one of these options, he’ll just have to go shirtless, you hum to yourself contentedly. Best vacation ever. He turns around to raise an eyebrow at you, looking dubious. “I doubt you have enough patience to hold a fishing rod for a few hours.”

“I do too.” You pout, setting down your phone to watch him work. The simple white button down he’s wearing only accentuates the strong lines of his back and the broad shoulders he has. “And besides, it won’t take that long for the fish to bite unless you scare them all away with that glare of yours.”

“Maybe if we throw you in as bait we’d be more successful and catch a big white shark.” Victor flicks you on the nose and you whine, rubbing it ruefully as he keeps the pans on the shelves. “Fine... I’ll think about what to do when tomorrow comes. What do you want to do right now, though?”

Victor ponders this for a moment, leaning against the kitchen island next to you. “Hmm... you brought your bathing suit, am I right?”

“I didn’t know we were going to the beach, wait... this is why you were asking for my measurements awhile back, weren’t you?”

He shrugs, although there’s a playful glint in his eye. “You don’t have any evidence. Either way, there should be a bathing suit in your luggage. Put it on and we can go down to the jacuzzi. Or if you want,” the look in his eyes darken ever so slightly as he looks down at you, tracing your body, “you could always go naked. There’s no one to see... but me.”

“I’m going, I’m going!” You beat a hasty escape for the bathroom before your face can spontaneously combust. “You better not have bought something weird for me!”

As you disappear into the bathroom, Victor lets out a low laugh, running a hand over his face. “Ahh... that silly girl.”

There’s a fond smile on his face.

>>>

You sink into the water with a contented moan. “Ahhh, this feels good.” When you look above, head tilting back to look at the night sky above. The stars twinkle back at you, like handfuls of diamonds scattered across the heavens above. “This has been a great start to my holiday.”

“It takes very little to make you happy.” Victor observes as he steps into the water next to you. He’s dressed in nothing but a pair of black shorts, strong arms and well honed physique exposed for you to appreciate. You grin, lacing your fingers with his and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I think I’ve already been given plenty. Thank you for this holiday, Victor.”

“It was nothing, really.” Victor replies, his voice a low rumble in his chest next to you. When you glance up at him, he’s looking at the stars overhead, seemingly lost in thought. “I don’t really enjoy holidays much, except when I visit France, but today with you... wasn’t so bad.”

Victor must be in a nostalgic mood, you think, enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours. The holiday brings that out in him, the fact that there are no paparazzi around and there is no LFG to worry about. You like having him all to yourself.

“Just admit that you like my company.” You laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. The water is pleasantly warm and scented with rose petals, something that you’ve come to realise is his signature touch during your time together. As unromantic as Victor’s mouth is when it isn’t on your body, the rest of him is surprisingly adept and careful when it comes to setting a romantic mood, sparing no expense when it comes to bouquets, scented candles, silk sheets. It’s something that you would never have quite expected from him, and yet it’s part of what makes him so lovably humane.

“Well, I think the fact that I married you says quite enough about that.” Victor snorts. You feel him run a thumb over the wedding band on your ring finger and you grin, lifting it out of the water so that he can see it. “I’m so glad I didn’t swallow it together with your proposal souffle. I might have backed out of marrying you if I had more time to think about it.”

“You must have been in shock when you agreed.” He looks at your joined hands, and suddenly lifts it to his mouth to kiss away the water droplets clinging onto the back of yours possessively. The two of you are already married, and yet it still sends heat burning at your cheeks. “You’re stuck with me now, though. You can’t just break a marriage contract.”

“You mean a wedding vow. You were so handsome on that day I must have forgotten my plan about running away from the altar.” You giggle, and Victor’s eyes soften, scooping up a flower from the water’s surface - a peony, and tucks it behind your ear. “I would have chased after you even if you did.” His eyes sweep over you, painfully tender. “There. Beautiful.”

It’s only then that you realise how close the two of you are, his breath dancing along your cheeks and nose, his cheeks flushed from the warmth of the jacuzzi. He looks so open in that moment, his usual stoic walls down for you to enter and so you do, cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

Victor’s a possessive lover, always has been, and the way he takes your lips for his own is no different. He doesn’t just claim them, he ruins them, tasting your mouth like you’re one of his sweetest deserts, tongue probing every corner and crevice of your mouth so that you know that you belong to him. You sink into his embrace, water swishing around you, and Victor groans, lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“I’m the most fortunate man in the world to have met you.” He says, hoisting you into his lap. In the pool, it takes almost no effort at all, and you’re left straddling his rock hard thighs, bracing your palms on his firm chest. His gaze lands on your bruised, swollen lips, running the pad of his thumb over it gently. “Beautiful.”

“Stop saying cheesy stuff and make love to me.” You laugh, grinding down teasingly on the hardness you can feel against your thigh and your grin widens when Victor lets out a hiss. He pinches your ass in retaliation and you squeal. “Here I was trying to set the mood and you went and ruined it. You had better be prepared for what you’re getting into.”

When he kisses you under the heavens once more, so fiercely it steals your breath away, one last thought crosses your mind before he takes even that away from you: that everything to do with him, you regret none of it at all.

[isaac-morey]

“Color is a power which directly influences the soul.” ~ Wassily Kandinsky

Full name: Isaac Daniele Morey Nicknames: Izzy, Iz; mostly variations from Elliot. DoB: 07/21/92 Nationality: Italian American/British City of birth: Chicago, Illinois  Current living arrangement: Benbow Apartments (2E) Employment: Nursery class teacher at Swynlake Primary/subs for other classes when needed. (Teaches higher primary grades in Camden during the summer/will likely move around teaching other primary in Swynlake eventually) Magick: Chromokinesis* Languages: English, BSL, some Italian  + Extroverted, Optimistic, Calm - Evasive, Cautious, Dependent

Relationships Biological Family

(TW: Stroke) Unlike some of his brothers, Isaac has had contact with his birth parents in recent years. He set to tracking them down online after he graduated Pride U, wanting answers. He learned that his biological father ended up in prison for fraud and his mother still lives in Chicago in the care of his older sister after suffering a debilitating stroke. He no longer stays in contact after his sister requested he not; his mother no longer remembers him due to her condition and his two biological siblings preferred to cut ties with him.

Adopted Parents

 Isaac loves his parents, a bit of a mama’s boy, as he was usually following her around growing up because he hated being alone and she was very calming. His relationship with his dad was driving him crazy with a million questions growing up, wanting to learn everything about the family business, and even now he still calls him for advice when he has to fix something around his apartment.

He doesn’t usually cause a lot of chaos so his relationship with his parents is fairly easy and relaxed, he’s the one volunteering to help if something comes up that needs to be done.

Siblings

Has the typical brotherly relationship with his siblings, he definitely has more of a big brother vibe with most of them and loves them but will get into bouts of teasing over things, in a much milder way than some of them. Very supportive, he thinks his brothers will eventually all figure out where to go in life; he believes in them! 

He also cringes when they do things that are potentially a bad idea, but is more the type to help fix the mess after than argue their ideas at the time if they don’t listen when he suggests a little more caution. While he is fairly mellow by nature, which is a plus given some of his siblings, he is prone to speaking up in their defense; again that big brother vibe sneaking up on him. 

General Info Apartment

Glamorous Benbow apartments, where he has lived the past three years. He has a two bedroom apartment (because he also has brothers who show up at random), that tends to end up redecorated fairly often in color scheme whenever he gets some stray whim.

But it’s neat, fairly well organized, populated by the typical things (his TV is always on so his magic has something to keep it sparked when he’s alone), along with shelves of books, he loves to read and most of his library is either art-related, education, or pertaining to his cooking hobbies, or reptiles and fish, and of course whatever other hobby he may have picked up at the time because he does go through a lot of various ones. (The current one being trying to learn how to knit - he’s still pretty bad at it.) His kitchen is, admittedly, the most used and lived-in area of the apartment (and mostly his favorite cheerful color yellow), as he loves to cook. He’s mindful of his brothers, yes, with his anti-allergen air filters and habit of keeping things clean.

Pets

He has a habit of ending up with fish; he adopts them from Ruff to Fluff whenever Greg doesn’t end up doing so first. That’s why, along with his four Betta fish (Alabaster, Indigo, Cobalt, and Carmine), he has several aquariums around his apartment and in his bedroom with other colorful fish. He has an aquarium headboard on his bed, actually, because he likes to listen to music and watch the fish. He also has a rescued leopard gecko, Citrine, that he absolutely adores and takes to work with him most days until it starts to get too cold for her to go back and forth. And puts little hats on. She leads an interesting life.

Biography

TW: Child neglect and verbal abuse, depression What would you do if all you saw in the world was shades of gray? How would you live if the color had been stolen right from your grasp before your first breath? Life would be cruel, and people ignorant.

Nobody knew what to do with Isaac, or as the name on his birth certificate read; Isaac Daniele Moretti, when from the moment of his birth he was a problem. Too loud, a shrieking infant who never seemed to calm, who constantly wailed for attention, not the easy child he was meant to be. Two older siblings had already given their parents expectations of what their ideal family was but Isaac didn’t fit that. He was not, by any means, perfect.

His parents had taken on too early the responsibility of a family; it had seemed like the expectation, again, the push from their own families. His mother was a first generation immigrant and father no more than the foolish lovesick boy so enamored with her. It could have been a love story, but life wasn’t very kind.

Always on the cusp of survival day to day; with very little help to be found in unsteady employment, her parents in poor health and his dismissive of his choice to marry young, a great deal of stubborn pride remained on all sides. Resolutions often came with arguments or frustration, and needy children went ignored.

Isaac learned to not to ask for anything, because there was never much to give in the first place and the risk of angering people was too frightening. Learned to be afraid of slammed doors and brace for nights when he just had to cover his ears and wait until the morning to step around broken bottles and the scattered reminders of the night before in the shuffle out to school. The less he spoke up the less he had to suffer the screaming anger of his mother or the berating words of his father, the harsh rejection from his older brother and sister; he was the mistake they all just had to deal with.  

They didn’t even notice how despondent he was, how withdrawn into his own world, at least not at home. If not for the saving grace of his teachers and counselors it might have gone unseen, he might have; but something was clearly wrong. He never complained, what was the point in trying to? At age six Isaac saw a doctor for the first time since leaving the hospital as an infant, and finally understood he was different. His parents didn’t take it well.

“So there’s something wrong with him? Of course there is; he was such a difficult kid, always crying, figured something was screwed up in his head.”

But wrong and different were not the same; even though either took him yet another notch down in his family’s eyes when Isaac was diagnosed with an uncommon form of full spectrum color blindness that didn’t simply steal one or two hues from him; it took everything. His world had only ever existed in lonely shadows or blurry grays and nobody had even seen that struggle.

It puzzled the doctors though; his vision was otherwise sound, he wasn’t light sensitive, he had excellent tone perception, but simply could not see color. It was a mystery, finally written off as atypical symptoms. They had the wrong answer, but back then and in the closed-minded community they hailed from? Nobody even considered it wasn’t a flaw, that it was magic trying to emerge too soon.

The addition of medical issues on an already strained financial situation? The possibility that Isaac might lose his sight entirely and leave the family with that burden to adapt to?

In the end his biological parents never really understood, but maybe they just couldn’t see beyond the problems he personified. Abandoned is a cold word, ask the system and they’ll call it being given a chance at a better life, but it was easy to feel so small and so alone when the people who brought you into the world no longer wanted you, when they couldn’t look at you and see the same value as they did in your siblings.

He was never really in any trouble, his social worker insisted, such a sweet kid, just quiet, so intelligent, just desperate to be noticed. Quiet kids simply get overlooked but the loud ones earned scrutiny and disapproval.

Where was the midpoint he just couldn’t find that would prove he was trying his best? Every foster home he couldn’t find that magic key that made him worth it to them, he was always the indistinct, unimportant kid just passed onto the next place. Every year his chances lessened, and he was very aware that the last ditch effort to place him with a family overseas was just one final push before he was left in some group home where, not nearly anything special and with noted medical issues, he wouldn’t stand a chance of anything but aging out of the system.

Isaac didn’t hold much hope when he arrived at the Morey home; it was just another dull black and white chapter that would end the same way. He knew too well how it would go; nearly nine years old and he saw no reason left to think he was good enough to be wanted.

His social worker insisted that he was a special case, a hesitant child staring at the world in monotone acceptance and an emotionless presence, the unfortunate product of neglect. He could recover, she argued his case, but Isaac didn’t even believe her anymore when she spoke so highly of him to his new foster family. He was resigned to figuring out life on his own.

Then, everything changed.

He was urged to speak up, to ask for the attention he had always craved, coaxed out of the shadow of cringing at every loud sound. It wasn’t easy to undo the past, some things still stir in the back of his mind even now, but understanding and patience can do wonders. He felt like they saw him as a person rather than a burden. For once he didn’t have to fight to earn the love they offered so freely.

Issac was happy, grateful beyond measure for the kindness, and happiness was beautiful.

He thought it strange at first, when he began to see flickers now and then in his vision; then frightening with the possibility that maybe it meant his world would finally go dark forever like doctors had speculated. And worse, that it would convince the Moreys that he really was too much trouble as an imperfect child; the possibility of having so much good only to lose it was crushing even after only a few months there.

Thankfully, they listened to his fears.

Trying to explain the bizarre sparks of difference often fell so flat because how does someone explain colors when they never knew the words? What Isaac learned was the feelings that went with those enchanting hues. Happiness had a color, a dozen colors, joy and sorrow and every emotion that Isaac had been afraid to express he saw around him in ways nobody else could. He was a Magick, the Moreys realized, a very strange and wonderful sort of power that they encouraged him to embrace. It was special, he was special; they didn’t push him aside, they accepted him, they adopted him; they gave him the family he needed.

Isaac felt, finally, that he truly didn’t have to fear being unwanted anymore.

Even better, as his real parents, because the Moreys could be the only ones in his wide eyes that truly deserved that title, taught him to understand the colors and his gifts he found something amazing.

Isaac could watch the world light up in the glow of the emotions around him, he could test and toy with every shade at his fingertips and recolor it brightly for everyone else; for the first time he could drive the dull sadness away.

After so long living in the monotones of depression he knew that his gift had purpose. He could help, he could be kind in ways he had never been shown before being granted a real family; he could try to help other people find happiness too.

Magic

So just what does Chromokinesis do? 

It’s the ability to manipulate and read colors, to see spectrums outside the norm, and apply that to magic. And for Isaac this manifests in two primary ways; seeing colors via emotions and control of colors. 

The first is simple; he can only see colors in the presence of emotions projected from outside forces to stir his magic. Interestingly this ability works in the presence of any emotive force; be it spoken in words (recordings and television shows apply here but are a pale substitute), intense energy or any other communication. He can, for instance, see limited and fainter colors when speaking on the phone with someone, compared to not being able to by texting or seeing full range vivid colors in a face to face conversation.

 Basically, Isaac’s whole world lights up in color by interaction with people in one form or another. Far beyond seeing only natural colors, Isaac’s vision sparks and flares with intense shifting hues; life is very much a neon glow for him. He actually has the ability to see the full spectrum, a trait that baffles doctors as it isn’t possible for humans, but he sees hues that other people don’t even know exist. 

He is still learning to read emotions through colors. If he’s very focused and pays attention he can learn the specific colors of a person; something he likens to a visual fingerprint that helps him gauge their mood.

The other aspect is color manipulation. While he cannot produce color out of thin air he can change the hues of anything he has contact with, organic or otherwise. In cases of inorganic matter the changes remain; after all even a grey lamp post is still a color, so turning it bright purple still counts. With organic materials the effects are physically harmless and last anywhere from a few minutes to a few days as the magic fades. 

This magic often visually happens with a swirl of tones as he changes it, and with concentration he can manipulate more than a single hue, very specific spots or designs, a bit like liquid color. He must be in contact via touch with the object to manage this manipulation. 

When his concentration slips though it’s very much a multicolored explosion; very messy and unpredictable. Even dangerous potentially given how he could blind someone with intense enough hues.

Misc. TW: Child neglect, mention of prison/crime, abusive relationships

Isaac has an excessive amount of games on his cell phone. It’s practically an addiction and he, naturally, has a preference for colorful, nonsensical ones that burn time rather than involve strategy. He’ll devote hours of his free time just tucked away in a corner entertaining himself with whatever game has caught his attention that week.

Isaac is very much waiting to be an uncle, even though his stubborn brothers keep making that difficult! He’s entirely on their mom’s side in most things (a bit of a mama’s boy) but especially about that grandkids idea. He loves kids! He specifically rushed into Uni right out of Secondary to study education for exactly that reason. Of course when she points out that he could be working on that too he just grins and makes the same promise he has for years; ‘some day’.

One thing he has never forgotten was how his teachers growing up had listened more than anyone else, so when it came time to leave Secondary it was an easy choice; he studied education, earning his QTS and doing his NQT year as a Year One teacher at a private school in Camden. And while he loved his job enough to stay for an additional year, he finally decided that being so far away from home was too lonely and returned to take up the open position of the Nursery level class at Swynlake Primary, using the past three years there to teach and continue his grade levels certification during his summers both returning to teaching higher grades at the Camden private school and attend classes in the area himself, to cover other Primary classes as well. Currently he’s certified to teach all Primary level grades, and has a degree in early childhood development.

He has a notable habit of being terrible at maintaining a romantic relationship for long. Not for lack of want or trying, he very much wants the sort of happiness his adoptive parents have together, but his formative years were spent watching the emotional abuse of his bio parents’ marriage and that left scars. A particularly bad relationship of his own in his early twenties also reaffirmed his caution. He has a harder time trusting people in that regard than he likes to admit; it’s easier to just have friends and the occasional date or hookup, even if he really does want more than that.

[mybeingthere]

Modernist painter Arthur Dove (1880-1946)"Arthur Garfield Dove spent his early years in Geneva, New York, where his father was a building contractor and brick manufacturer. He attended Hobart College before transferring to Cornell University, from which he graduated in 1903. He then moved to New York City, where he worked as an illustrator for various popular periodicals for several years. In 1908–9, Dove and his wife Florence traveled to France; in Paris, Dove associated with other young American artists such as Alfred Maurer and Max Weber, and his work was included in group exhibitions. Returning to New York, Dove met Alfred Stieglitz, who invited him to submit work to the Younger American Painters exhibition, which also included work by John Marin, Marsden Hartley, and Edward J. Steichen, and was held at his gallery at 291 Fifth Avenue in 1910. Dove’s first one-person show was held at 291 in 1912; by then, his place in the artistic avant-garde of the Stieglitz circle was assured.

In 1910 and 1911, Dove created a number of inventive works of art that used stylized, abstract forms at a remarkably early date in American art; he is considered the first American artist to have created such purely nonrepresentational imagery (49.70.77; 49.70.72).

As the decade progressed, he was further influenced by Cubism, by the Expressionist work of Vasily Kandinsky, and by the writings of the French philosopher Henri Bergson (1859–1941), who stressed the importance of a mystical, rather than analytical, understanding of the world. Bergson proposed the existence of an “élan vital,” a spirit or energy that constantly animates all living things in their fight for existence. This idea appealed to Dove, who himself was fascinated with natural cycles of growth and renewal and sought to make those universal harmonies visible in his work. He was also frequently inspired by the parallel between the visual arts and music (49.70.77).In 1921, Dove left his wife and son for the artist Helen Torr, nicknamed “Reds,” the wife of the illustrator Clive Weed. Dove and Torr (who would eventually marry in 1932) began living together on a houseboat docked at Halesite, on the north shore of Long Island. Dove’s primary subject for his art was the local landscape, which he simplified into its essential forms with expressive color and line (49.70.40). His first-hand experience of the ocean tides, weather patterns, and seasonal cycles also informed these works, as did his quest for a symbolic color effect that he called “a condition of light.” As he described the latter idea in an autobiographical essay (published in Samuel M. Kootz, Modern American Painters, 1930), “It applied to all objects in nature, flowers, trees, people, apples, cows. These all have their certain condition of light, which establishes them to the eye, to each other, and to the understanding.” During the 1920s, his experiments with various subjects and materials also resulted in a series of collages, several abstract portraits, and still lifes of domestic objects and agricultural machinery (49.70.36). After 291 closed in 1917, he continued to exhibit his work at Stieglitz’s later galleries, the Intimate Gallery (1925–29) and An American Place (1929–46). Through Stieglitz, Dove also established a productive relationship with the patron and collector Duncan Phillips.

When Dove’s mother died in 1933, Dove and his brother became co-executors of the family estate in Geneva, New York. Dove, who had been struggling financially, moved to Geneva with Reds and lived on his family’s property while settling the debt-ridden estate. Despite his reluctance to relocate to Geneva, which he considered provincial, Dove remained there with Reds through 1938. Geneva provided him with new subject matter for his art, including the family farm, the local barnyard animals, and nearby lakes, as well as the city’s more industrial downtown area of warehouses and railroad tracks. Dove made only one trip to New York City during these years, although he maintained a close correspondence with Stieglitz, who would remain a lifelong friend and supporter. In the relative isolation of Geneva, he concentrated more than ever on themes of interdependence between living creatures and their environments (49.70.37; 49.70.75) and on the purely formal appeal of natural objects’ shapes and lines, which he emphasized to the point of abstraction with organic shapes and unexpected color schemes (49.70.96; 2006.32.14). He shared these interests with Georgia O’Keeffe, who was perhaps his closest ally among the other artists of the Stieglitz circle.

In 1938, Dove and Torr returned to Long Island and rented a small house, a former post office that stood directly on the shore of a mill pond in Centerport. Forced to live a sedentary life after a heart attack and a diagnosis of severe kidney disease, Dove found his view confined to the immediate neighborhood around his home. However, he transformed this limitation into a period of experimentation with form and medium. In a diary entry for August 5, 1942, Dove directed himself to work at the “point where abstraction and reality meet” (Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution). Some of his works of the 1940s drew inspiration from the local landmarks of his town on the Long Island shore (1992.24.5; 1984.536.1). Coming full circle, he also produced a number of paintings and drawings that are as purely nonrepresentational as the innovative works of his early career.

Dove continued to work into the last year of his life; he died after suffering a heart attack in 1946, only a few months after Stieglitz had passed away. Until his final days, his diary entries recorded his artistic goals alongside observations of the natural surroundings. His reputation continued to grow after his death, and he has been credited with exercising an indirect influence on the first generation of Abstract Expressionists, such as Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko, who placed similar emphasis on the artist’s subjective experience of his surroundings and on the intrinsic emotional power of color and line."

https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/dove/hd_dove.htm

Jessica MurphyDepartment of Modern and Contemporary Art, The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

[fandomdrawinganddoodles]

I uh, made a crew member for @insecure-kitten‘s caravan palace crew!  I guess I’ll just list some basic information and some fun facts [:> 

(Small note, I’m bad at drawing them but the things coming from the helmet and boots are cotton plants!) 

Name: Cotton F. Caput (caput meaning head in Latin)

Age: 10 (they say their 21, they will never admit to being a kid)

Height: 4′10

Birthday: 7th of October!  blood type: O-

Pronouns: they/them (this little friend is non-biney :]) 

Song: cotton heads

~add on information under the cut~

-is a very chatty person, most likely to the detriment of the crew (if an opposing crew member asks this kid a question they will probably spill out ALL the information this random crew member wants)

-adding onto the last one they speak a crap ton with run on sentences, they explain EVERYTHING before answering what you asked

EX: “where were you at 5 AM again?” “Well at the time I was heading to greenhouse cause you know how nice it is in there but then I thought I saw something so I tried to go over there to look but then I didn’t see it but I did see something like a,,,, hmm,,,,,, a statue! Yeah, which was normal, so then I-” and so on

-they tend to stare at paintings and pictures, they don’t seem to like them very much to say at the least.  (Add on: they don’t like people taking pictures of them, they will cry if you do or they find a picture of themself.)

-they don’t like staying still for to long, they tend to run around quite a bit and quite enjoy having many tasks to do all over the place! They do tend to be a bit more still in greenhouse, it’s a bit of a more resting place for them

-GRASS, love that stuff, they enjoy laying in it face first, and dirt! Both are very nice to them, overall they seem to really like nature! And tend to sleep greenhouse because of it, if questioned their response most likely would be,  “Reminds me of the fields! The only thing that’s missing is my momma, but that’s alright.”

-they never take their helmet off, no one has seen their hands nor any part of them, they don’t seem to take any part of their suit off, and will scream if you try! Which, doesn’t do much, but they of course would also try to run away and hide.  (Add on note is that they have really long sleeves that cover their ‘hands’, they hold things through the sleeves and everything!) -the cotton plants coming out of their helmet and boots are able to be picked! BUT, this is only the case when their ripe! If you pick them before the plants are soft and ripened it will hurt a TON, well for Cotton, not so much the person picking them. It’s best to just ask the kid when their ripe if you want to pick the plants.

-they loved being picked up :]! If you see them being a little nervous or sad just pick them up for a second and set them down and they’ll feel a little better.  (I’ll say this was something their mother used to do, so it reminds them of the times she did it. It’s why it brings them comfort now) 

-if you were to hug them tight enough bits of cotton might pop out from their helmet, and you’d feel the fact that their suit feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton as well.

-if you were to ask them about their family they’d mention ‘momma’, ‘mom’, and ‘mother’, for fun I’ll type out what they’d say about each

“Momma was really nice, she went out into the fields to visit me! She brought me treats sometimes! She made all sorts of pastries, they were really tasty, I should of got the recipes, but she got injured before I could.”

“Mom taught me how to sew! She was super talented at it, she made all sorts of sweaters, dresses, suits, it was very fun to watch her make all the different things. She taught me other things too, like how to dig up plants! And how to count! She didn’t like me at first, but she got used to me I suppose”

“My mother was the one who got me out of the field, she held me over the crops to let me be able to see the sunset sometimes, was the first time I was able to see it! I didn’t see much of her after the incident though, I hope she didn’t get injured too.”  -they think tall people are extremely cool :] will look up at them in awe! And then run off, they were in fact taught that it’s rude to stare

-they whistle/hum randomly, it makes them happy to do so :] -last thing is that they can sew really well, no matter the fabric they could probably easily make a nice outfit, it just would take awhile since they do it by hand and not with a machine.  -they avoid electrical tasks, for as they do have plants coming from their helmet, and that could easily go very wrong

-they drink A TON of water, and if they don’t their way more lethargic, not as happy and perky until they get their needed water

-their cotton plants do die, but they tend to just remove the dying one (out of sight from others of course), of course it hurts, so if your near enough you can probably hear them Yelp in pain. The removed plants grow back of course

And,,, that’s mainly it! I do have their backstory all set out and stuff but this kid is meant to be a bit more,,,unknown I guess? Mysteries all around :]! I hope you like them!  (Extra fun fact I guess is their color scheme is directly pulled from a picture of a Cotton Field)

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: DIO

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Finally. After leaving this sitting in my drafts for a year, I’m finally going to tackle the big one, the man, the myth, the legend that is Dio Brando, or as he would be known at the height of his power… DIO.

DIO is one of anime and manga’s most famous antagonists, and quite frankly it isn’t too hard to see why. The guy is flamboyant, dramatic, oozes sexual charisma, and is just in general a formidable foe. He’s everything an evil vampire should be. But more than that, he’s everything a great antagonist in general should be. He’s hammy, he’s deliciously evil, he’s overly-dramatic... other villains wish they could be as delightfully extra as DIO. And even on top of all that, he continued affecting the series and pop culture long after he bit the dust.

Motivation/Goals: DIO simply starts as a selfish man who wants the sort of life he feels he is owed; to this end, he goes out of his way to screw Jonathan Joestar out of his perfect life and make him miserable while supplanting him as the golden boy in the eyes of the Joestar patriarch and become the sole inheritor of his fortune. But as time goes on and Jonathan begins to unravel Dio’s schemes, he utilizes an ancient stone mask to become a powerful vampire, and shifts his goal from merely inheriting a fortune to conquering the world. Even a silly thing like decapitation doesn’t stop him; after Jonathan ends up beheading him, he simply attaches his head onto Jonathan’s corpse and after many decades returns more powerful than ever to create the ideal world: one where he reigns supreme with the power of The World to squash all opposition.

Frankly, DIO’s motivations are incredibly standard supervillain stuff, but it’s the way he does things to achieve his goals that make them cool. Much like every great villain in the series, DIO is incapable of going a single moment without doing something either flamboyant or awesome, and much like everyone in the series he often combines the two. This is the man who figured the best way to kill a guy is to drop a steamroller on him and decided becoming a vampire was the logical response to being cornered by the police, so it stands to reason that no matter what he does he would do it with the over-the-top style of the series he hails from.

Performance: Anime voice actor extraordinaire Patrick Seitz voices DIO, and he makes him just as insane, over-the-top, and hammy as you would expect from a vampire who dresses like he had the raw essence of the 1980s injected into his veins.

Final Fate: DIO made one very simple mistake in the midst of all his scheming during the events of Stardust Crusaders: he pissed Jotaro off. It did not end well for the vampire. However, even after his death, DIO’s influence continues to effect the series in numerous ways, particularly Vento Aureo and Stone Ocean, both arcs that deal with characters that have strong ties to the man himself. Even Diamond is Unbreakable would not have happened the way it did if not for him.

Best Scene: The entire final battle with Jotaro is one of the defining moments of the whole series, but considering it takes up several episodes it would be cheating to put it here; if this were the OVA from the 90s, where his fight took up only about eleven minutes, I’d cheat and put it here. But there is a truly iconic moment that stands out even among a battle filled with standout moments: Dio, finally tired of Jotaro’s crap, decides he’s going to “roll all over” him, and drops a steamroller on his head in stopped time.

Best Quote: Are you kidding? Everything out of this man’s mouth becomes a meme. I truly cannot single out one single line from the man to say is his best. EVERYTHING he says is awesome, especially his quotes when he pulls off his super move in Heritage for the Future.

Final Thoughts & Score:  DIO is fascinating because he actually changes and adapts as time goes on. At the start, as a human, he is a bratty, monstrous, self-serving young man, one who was quick to blame his actions on his upbringing under his cruel father Dario. After Jonathan befriends Speedwagon and catches on to Dio’s scheming though, Dio’s justifications fall apart, and so Dio rejects his humanity, becoming a vampire who plays with his power like a child plays with his toys on Christmas. He begins to revel in his evil, and fully embraces his inhuman nature.

Then after his first defeat, Dio changes even more, becoming more self-aware of his limitations. Stardust Crusaders in particular shows that he has outgrown his immature belief of humanity’s inferiority to vampires; he has far more human followers in that arc, and it is even revealed in later arcs he sired quite a few children with human women. Still, with that in mind, it is quite apparent that he still views himself as the peak lifeform. He’s a lot more cautious and manipulative this time around as he heals and becomes accustomed to his new body. and while he is obviously dangerous, until the very end his role is far more passive.

Of course, once he finally gains the blood of a Joestar, he goes off the deep end, and his old persona rises again only far more mad than ever before, with his contempt for humanity, massive ego, and overwhelming arrogance inflating to the point that his defiance leads directly into his ultimate downfall. And it’s not like this was missing prior; these traits were very much present before he drained Joseph. But when he thought his victory was assured, he dropped all pretense and revealed his true colors.

The one thing true of DIO across all of his appearances is that he is charming, he is cunning, and he’s not a force to be taken lightly. It’s so interesting that he gets such a noticeable character arc that goes across several storylines and even expands long after he is killed. His staying power and the depth of his personality transcending his lifetime is just another element that adds onto the staying power of his character.

DIO is one of the most enjoyable anime antagonists ever made. The fact that he acts as an overarching villain for nearly the entire series, with his presence being felt even in the three parts directly after his death, is a testament to just how depraved and powerful DIO was. It’s so easy to see why DIO is so wildly popular; on top of being a powerful formidable threat, he just oozes style and charisma, with every little thing he does being the sort of insane over-the-top craziness you could want out of the series.

11/10 is the obvious score for DIO. He’s easily one of the best vampires in all of fiction, and definitely one of the coolest. The fact that even through all the craziness surrounding him, he had a well-defined character arc and managed to effect so much after his death just manages to make him one of the more successful villains out there, even if only inadvertently. The manga has already shown us all the pain that’s to come from DIO’s actions, so when it’s finally animated it will only further solidify DIO’s ranking as one of the best villains ever crafted. And that’s not even getting into his playable outings in games such as All-Star Battle and Heritage for the Future, the latter being one of his most iconic appearances ever and the source of dozens of his most famous memes. He’s such a prominent figure in popular culture that you may have seen something inspired by him without even realizing it; I was aware of many of his iconic quotes years before I ever comprehended what JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure was thanks to memes and videos online.

The fact that even through the hamminess DIO is just an unrepentantly evil bastard is incredible. He dresses like an 80s pop star, he gloats like a petty schoolchild, he’s extremely dramatic, and yet he is one of the cruelest, most evil villains ever created. He killed a dog just because he got rightfully beaten down, made a mother eat her own baby, forced a senator to run over innocent bystanders, blasted a hole through Kakyoin, and relished in every single one of those actions. And even from beyond the grave, DIO’s dark shadow still plagued the Joestar’s. Evil such as DIO just never dies, and I certainly wouldn’t want it any other way.

Before we go… All together now: