#and fighting and raise those skills since i usually neglect combat

[moeblob]

Uno Reverse

[fluffer5]

Humans and childrearing

My 3rd entry to humans are space orcs and dang am I seeing our species as the odd one out with all our quirks.

Again, my basis for this would be the movies and stories I've watched or read. So, most information I've got on alien child rearing center on quirks that can be considered as the constant for their entire specie. Like, a new behavior exhibited by the parent towards their young that doesn't conform to the norm is absolutely rare to the point that other parents or those who are old enough to care for a child would immediately go to rescue the youngling who seems to be in danger or in pain. Some who couldn't afford to keep the child would at least have this decency to put the child in foster care where someone could raise and shelter them till they're strong enough to leave or go on an adventure on their own.

Humans though? We're absurdly complex creatures with a malfunctioning sense of familial love on our youngs. We love them one moment, and hate them next. We'd be filled with adoration for this new life in our arms, then feel disgusted and annoyed at them for making too much noise, taking up too much time, taking up so, so much of us until this supposed guardian spirals down into the neglectful, angry person some kids know.

Of course, not everyone reacts that way. But it happens often enough that we have medical interventions, guidelines, and even agencies or social groups that deals with that particular problem.

There are parents or guardians who would hate this unknowing baby for killing their wife, sister, daughter, or mother in the process of their birth. There are mothers who would neglect and feel resentful of the precious bundle they gave birth to for taking up the attention of HER husband, HER family, even though she knows that it's wrong to feel that way with her baby. There are siblings who feel the ugly crawl of jealousy up their stomach, heart, and lungs to the point that they work towards sabotaging the growth and milestones of this new child they see as competition. Heck! There are parents who would continue to give birth even though they KNOW that they're not financially secure and their children might suffer from starvation or a sickness that they can't afford to pay off medicine.

The children? We grow up carrying the scars of survival. Be it visible or not, we have it.

Hearing this information upon opening the topic on how each race care for their young (each one giving the usual rearing they have in a clan and how they always pull out younglings who are more sickly and fragile to be given thorough love and care but never one that is nagging or suffocating because instincts and talent needs to be given time to develop), the Unified Intergalactic Council, one made up of elders, warriors, healers, historians, builders, star-readers, and other reknowned professions would stare baffled at the human representative with horror and worry.

"You say that your kind treasures your young but punishes you for the smallest mistake?" a healer asked looking confused and displaying anger through the minute movement of his brightly colored frills. "Punishment for not finishing food when the hatchling has declared that they are full?! And they had the gall to be offended for this young one for wasting precious resources?!"

"I was too young to question it," the human representative, Kara, relayed the information, not seeing the practice as… punishment, but more of an experience that most kids her age shared. "When I got old enough… Well, I never thought to revisit the wrongness of such practice again since I moved out of our house."

"Well, I, for one, am far concerned when you said some of your wars were fought by children? Did your leaders lose a part of their heads to think that children could fight for their battles? And you said some of those children were trained with the bares of skill and would learn most of it on actual live-combat?!" a veteran General was left in confusing garble and grumbles that is most probably a jumble of curses and profanities if she reads right into the indignant face of said General's wife, a War Strategist.

"I'm concerned for you, child," an old star-reader (their version of a prophet) gently laid their hand on her arm, eyes swirling with the birth of new stars and the death of others, their voice fluctuating from masculine to feminine, pitch becoming a scramble of highs and lows. "You have told us of the joys in your planet. How happy it is to be a Terran. How you love this deathworld even with its harsh seasons and mighty predators and lurking sickness. Yet now that we are speaking of caring for your young, you've been growing more upset, distant."

"Children are considered as gifts to all species," Kara would bitterly remark to them star-reader. "That's what you told me… That's what I've been told by the adult Terrans."

"What do you think then, child?" the star-reader asked even though they already know the sad truth of this youngling's life. And she is a youngling. Kara is 20 cycles old. Still so young since Terrans do not stop their brain development between their 30th or 40th life cycle. They shouldn't have pushed their children to this. Terran young should've been learning new skills and not rushing at that age… and yet….

"I think… I'm tired of working so hard for others and not living for myself. I'm tired of being not enough. I'm tired of having to give a piece of myself to everyone who needed me. I'm tired of being the eldest sibling, Myrtzhg. I'm tired of giving up a lot of opportunities I want because my mother, my bearer, would tell me to give these opportunities to my younger siblings! It's never me, Myrtzhg! And I'm so tired of thinking it never will!"

That was the exact same day the UIC panicked, trying to sooth the Terran youngling from their pent up emotions. Even the strictest of the council members had a mild panic attack when Kara full out wailed and didn't seem to be consoled by their usual Terran sweets and treats. They later learned that Kara got a message from her own bearer to hurry up and give them money because Kara's siblings need it for a celebration, even reprimanding Kara how should stop being such a greedy, ungrateful child.

Earth was but one intergalactic missile away from destruction if not for the swift swat to the head by a fuming Matron saying they should kidnap all the children and good parents first before blowing up the planet… Kara, of course the sweetheart that she is, disagreed to the plan.

[celestines]

                have   you   seen   JUNG   SOMI   around   campus   ?   i   hear   they’re   a   SECOND   YEAR   ,   SUMMER   witch   with   a   specialty   in   FORTUNE   TELLING   .   i almost   never   see   them   without   their   FENNEC   FOX   .   if   they   ever   want   to   be   a   FORTUNE   TELLER   someday   they   should   ease   up   on   being   OVERSENSITIVE   &   POSSESSIVE   .   at   least   you   can   say   they’re   ANIMATED   &   LOYAL   ,   too   .

              hello  angels    !    im   xan   and   im   late   as   usual   but   that’s   just   the   way   it   is   …   😔   im   22   ,   from   the   est   timezone   &   i   go   by   she   /   her   pronouns   !   i   truly   …   never   know   what   im   doing   with   intros   they   just   turn   out   super   long   &   messy   so   aha   …  are   u   ready   for   this   ?   here   is   intro   number   one   out   of   two   baby   !   😋

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     QUICK  STATS  !

full  name  :   jung   somi   .

nickname(s)  :   mimi   .    

zodiac  :   leo   sun   ,   sagittarius   moon   (  click   !  )

sexuality  :   bisexual   .

alignment   :   chaotic   good   .

pinterest   :   (   tba !   )  

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     BACKSTORY  !  

she   was   an   accidental   pregnancy   ,    born   shortly   after   the   marriage   of    her    parents   ,   but    they    were   far   from   mad   about   it   .   her   father   was   a   well   regarded   summer   warlock   ,   a   famous   entertainer   known   for   his   long   and   successful   career    in   the   spotlight   with   his   sister   ,   a    man   who’d   been   the   object   of   many   summer    witches’   affections   .   it   was   a   shock   to   everyone   when   he    retired    from   show   business   to   settle   down   with   his   old   academy   sweetheart   ,   a    soft   spoken    spring   witch   with   a   passion   for   healing   .   

somi’s   father   was   delighted   that   their   first   born   was   a   summer   witch   ,   but   her   mother   intended   to   raise   all   their   children   with   a   blend   of   beliefs   from   both   the   spring   and   summer   covens   ,   and   that’s   exactly   what   they   did   .   since   her   father   had   been   a   famous   entertainer   ,   his   social   circle   extended   far   beyond   just   the   summer   coven   .   although   it   was   obvious   he   had   pride   as   most   summer   witches   and   warlocks   do   ,   he   was   never   the   type   to   discriminate   even   against   those   from   the   winter   covens   ,   a   habit   he   learned   from   his   wife   .     

somi   was   their   only   child   for   the   first   half   of   her   life   (   as   her   parents   were   relatively   young   when   they’d   had   her   )   .   because   of   this   she   was   spoiled   by   the   excited   new   parents   ,   attention   and   support   never   lacking   at   home   .   she   was   raised   to   believe   she   could   do   whatever   she   put   her   mind   to   ,   no   matter   how   big   those   dreams   were   . 

  however   ,    once   she   entered   her   teenage   years   and   her   baby   fat   was   gone   ,    and   she   could   no   longer   rely   on   being   “   that   cute   and   friendly   girl   ”   to   get   her   where   she   wanted   to   go    ,    things   got   a    little   harder   .   she   had   no   problem   with   confidence   ,    but   motivation   was   not   one   of    her   strong   suits   ,    unintentionally   growing   up   with   the   mentality   that   things   would   just   magically   fall   into   place   if    she   wanted   them   hard   enough   .

this   was   also   around   the   time   her   parents   had   their   second   baby   ,   a   boy   born   in   the   spring   .   naturally   he   became   the   object   of   her   parent’s   attention   which   only   made   somi   feel   more   lost   ,    like   maybe   she   wasn’t   as   special   or   important   as   her   parents   had   made   her   feel   .   but   when   her   parents   had   another   child   a   little   over   a   year   later   ,   another  summer   witch   ,   somi   realized    it   was   pretty   dumb   to   be   jealous   of    babies   ,   and   that   it   would   be    better   if   she   focused   her   time   on   becoming   the   type   of   older   sister   her   siblings   could   eventually   look   up   to   !

once   she   started   at   arcane   somi   vowed   she’d   take   her   studies   more   seriously   and   not   get   too   distracted   by   her   social   life   .   while   her   talent   for   fortune   telling   had   manifested   pretty   early   on   in   her   life   ,    and   while   she   was   good   at   it   ,   she   would   be   lying   if   she   said   she   was   interested   in   studying   it   in   a   scholarly   way   .   (   she   has   way   more   fun   sneaking   off   the   island   with   her   best   friend   and   fortune   telling   for   humans   for   some   quick   cash   )   .   still   ,   she’s   trying   her   best   to   keep   her   grades   up   ,    all   the   while   making   sure   she   doesn’t   miss   out   on   a   single   party   ...   and   boy   are   there   lots   of   parties   ...                 

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     PERSONALITY  +  TIDBITS  !

she’s   a   leo   and   it   shows   JWDBJWDBJWDW    full   of   energy   and   confidence   at   almost   all   times   so   it’s   pretty   easy   to   tell   when   she’s   upset   because   she’ll   finally   be   quiet   .   a   big   social   butterfly   with   no   real   opinions   about   house   rivalries    ,   BUT    she’s   super   proud   to   be   a   summer   witch   so   if   you   try   to   put   her   down   because   of    it   that’s   when   she’d   be   upset   /:

she   might   be   the   oldest   sibling   in   her   family   but   that   definitely   doesn’t   show   .   has   big   i’m   baby   energy   and   is   quite   literally   the   embodiment   of   this   emoji   🥺   at   all   times   but   especially   when   she’s   trying   to   get   out   of   trouble   .

blindingly   loyal   to   her   friends   and   the   people   she   loves   to   the   point   where   if   they   murdered   someone   she   would   wholeheartedly   believe   they   were   right   in   doing   so   .   friendships   are   very   important   to   her   and   so   is   getting   back   the   energy   she   gives   out   .   she’s   the   type   to   drop   anything   to   help   a   friend   in   need   !

struggles   a   lot   with   acting   out   when   she   feels   neglected   or   like   someone   doesn’t   care   about   her   as   much   as   she   thought   .   usually   it’s   short   lived   dramatic   bursts   of   anger   ,   and   she   might   give   you   the   silent   treatment   for   an   hour   or   two   before   finally   confessing   how   she’s   feeling   (   and   yes   ,   asking   you   for   reassurance   )   .

she   can   also   be   a   little   possessive   at   times   both   platonically   and   romatically   .    absolutely   loves   the   thought   of   being   everyone’s   favorite   person   but   she’s   also   aware   it’s   highly   unrealistic   </3   still   ,   that   won’t   stop   her   from   being   a   little   dramatic   about   it   ...   as   a   treat   .

she   has   a   huge   heart    😌    and   it   would   be   easy   to   just   cast   her   off   as   a   softie   because   in   lots   of   ways   she   is   one   .   eliciting   real   anger   from   somi   is   pretty   rare   ,   but   hurting   someone   she   cares   about   is   the   quickest   way   to   get   you   there   .   she’s   100%   the   type   to   not   like   someone   because   one   of   her   friends   has   a   problem   with   them   which   can   sometimes   be   hard   considering   she’s   also   the   type   to   try   and   be   everyone’s   friend   ...   it’s   complicated   😭   

she   hates   bullies   😡   will   threaten   to   fight   them   despite   having   no   combat   skills   .        

her   love   life   is   also   complicated   ...   she   gets   crushes   super   easily   and   her   infatuations   are   always   super   consuming   ,    like   she   swears   she’s   gonna   marry   the   person  consuming   ,   but   her   attention   is   always   broken   by   someone  else   so   they   never   last   .   she   wants   to   find   her   true   love   at   the   academy   the   way   her   parents   found   each   other   🥺   she’s   a   romantic   and   proud   <3     

gets   grumpy   when   she’s   hungry

her   familiar   is   a   fennec   fox   named   pancake   and   they’re   the   best   of   friends   except   when   somi   is   acting   up   JDBWJDBWJDW 

 she’s   in   the   art   club   !   originally   joined    because   she   thought   she   could   be   a   muse   and   sit   in   the   middle   of   a   circle   and   have   everyone   paint   her   ...   but   she   stayed   because   she   really   does   love   art   !

so   lazy   and   she   says   she’s   trying   but   she’s   probably   rotated   through   at   least   3   different   tutors   because   they   couldn’t   stand   it    /:   she   just   thinks   the   classroom   isn’t   the   right   place   for   her   and   that’s   ok

will   tell   you   your   fortune   even   if   you   didn’t   ask   ...   it’s   her   party   trick   she’s   still   going   strong   

nothing   good   happens   when   she   drinks   .   is   a   lightweight   AND   a   chaotic   drunk   but   it’s   pretty   fun   to   watch   

has   a   lot   of   respect   for   anyone   older   than   her   in   grades   above   her   UNLESS   they   use   their   seniority   to   be   assholes   ,    then   she’ll   no   longer   look   up   to   them   </3      

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     WANTED  CONNECTIONS  !  (  all  open  to  all  genders  )

tutors   !   past   failed   ones   who   tried   to   help   her   out   &   maybe   a   current   one   whose   patience   she’s   testing   SJDBJWDBJWW

someone   she   defended   once   and   ever   since   then   she   keeps   asking   them   if    there’s   someone   they   need   her   to   fight   even   though   they   literally   did   not   ask   and   they   both   know   somi   would   lose   

unlikely   friendships   !    maybe   your   muse   usually   steers   clear   of   summer   witches   ,    or    maybe   your   muse    and   somi   just   have   opposite   personalities   ,    either   way   they   became   friends   despite   their   differences   

maybe   an   ex   or   two   .   their   relationship   would   have   been   short   lived   despite   how   into   it   somi   seemed   .   maybe   they’re   still   kinda   resentful   about   it   ,   or   maybe   they   feel   as   if   they   dodged   a   bullet   .   or   maybe   an  ex   that   dumped   somi   before   she   could   dump   them   and   she   hasn’t  been   able   to   let   it   go  

current   infatuations   !   her   list   of   crushes   is   ridiculously   long   ,    but   there   would   be   a   handful   of   people   who   have   surpassed   crush   status   and   she’s   full   on   head   over   heels   for    .   i   feel   like   this   would   work   really   well   with   3rd   or   4th   year   witches   since  somi   already   tends   to   idolize   them   ,   but   it   definitely   isn’t  exclusive   to   older   witches   !   maybe   they   have   no   idea   how   she   feels   (   although   she   makes   it   obvious   )   ,   maybe  they   pretend   not   to   notice   to   tease   her   ,   maybe   they   try   and   use   her   feelings   to   their   advantage   ,   or   maybe   they   just   think   it’s   cute  the   possibilities   are   endless   hehe

second   years   she   can   bond   with   🥺   maybe   a   first   year   she’s   taken   under   her   wing   despite   only   being   grade   above   them   and   acts   like   she’s   showing   them   the   ropes   SJDBWJDBWJDW   but   they’re   realizing   her   best   places   to   nap   and   not   get   caught   tour   won’t   really   help   them   ...

people   who   only   really   know   her   from   parties   !   maybe   they   don’t   really   hang   out   outside   of    parties   so   it’s   kind   of   awkward   when   they   bump   into   each   other   ,    but   as   soon   as   they’re   in   a   setting   with   alcohol   it’s   all   good   again

sibling   like   friendships   !   i   would   definitely   love   some   older   sibling  figures   in   her   life   since   she’s   never   had   one   🥺

people   who    were   big   fans   of    her   dad   JWDBWJBDWJ   since   he   was   well   known   i   think   it   would   be   funny   to   have   people   know   her   because   of   him   and   even   more   funny   to   have   them   be   fans   because   somi   would   pretend   to   be   grossed   out   if   they   ever   tried   to   tell   her   how   awesome   they   think   he   is   </3 

enemies   (:<   she   tries   not   to   have   any   ,   but   she’s   bound   to   butt   heads   with   people   .   she   can   definitely   be   a   lot   ...   maybe   it’s   a   personality   thing   ,   or   a   we   have   different   values   thing   ,   or   maybe   there   was   an   unfortunate   incident   where   your   muse   stole   somi’s   favorite  pen   then   lied   about   it   to   her   face   and   to   this   day   they   are   her   sworn   nemesis   because   of   it   ...

a   sub   point   to   the   enemies   ...   JDWJDBWJD   i   think   it   would   be   so   funny   to   have   someone   she   started   out   as   enemies   with   but   who   she’s   starting   to   realize   she   might  actually   have   a   lot   in   common   with   and   actually   get  along   with   but   they   both   try   to   deny   it   because   they’re   so   used   to   hating   each   other   although   it’s   clearly   not   the   case   anymore       

i   wont   lie   to   u   this  got   longer   than   i   thought   it   would   😭😭😭   im   sosososo  sorry   for   the   length   …   also   i   feel   like   my   charas   always   change   a  lil   once   i   actually   start   plotting   &   writing   so   sorry   again   if   u   see   me   finally   writing   as   somi   on   the   dash   and   ur   like   literally   who   is   that   …  JSDBWJBDWBDJ   PLEASE  come  message  me  on  discord  to  plot   !   if   u   prefer   im’s   that’s   perfectly   ok   too   im   just   warning   u   now   it’s   gonna   be   a    much   slower   process   so   if   u   want   speedier   replies   …  u   can   message   me   @ glo lovecore ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172   maybe  …   give   this   a   like   if   u   wanna   …   plot   hehehe   thank   u   for   reading   all   this   im   sorry   again   ur   so   brave   for   making   it   x   

[cavalier-estes]

A ‘Friend’ to Be ☪ (Alucard x Estes) Intro ship

At a certain heroes chamber, a group of members being the team allies was gathered namely with the members Zilong, Miya, Roger, Alucard and Estes.

Zilong as the recent top best fighter along with Miya, was currently giving out instructions to everyone pointing out at each and every members to take charge of the lane according to their skills and abilities.

"Alright there, team. We can do this if we just cooperate together with a great amount of team work. So, Alucard, you'll be in the top lane, Miya you can go to the middle, Roger and I will be at the bottom lane... Everyone got it?"

"Yes."

Miya, Roger and Alucard nodded respondingly towards the 'leader's' delight, however stood particularly away from the circle of heroes, there was one unnoticed being, unmentioned, most likely not included to the list at all towards the 'team work' plan so called.

If the hero has visible eyeballs, he would roll his eyes, facing almost the same neglect from a group, it's something he grown so accustomed to, otherwise to be blamed for unable to contribute any help to the team desPITE its some reckless people whom so eagerly charge 1 v 3 situation.  Is he to be blamed at all? And not like it's his fault to be born as a slow runner. At times, he just tolerated all this unfair treatments bearing in quietude, despite being spited and ignored all the time. Casted aside, being that one least helper of a team, a mere extra that functions only as the tiny amount of support.

He is Estes. The Elf King of Moon. Being at first famous for his looks and abilities, slowly eventually his fame went down the hill, with more worshipping Zilong the striker hero. And him, a supporter rather used and avoided to build a team and fight. Well...as fate leads it. He can only quietly accepts the fact he's just used as a weak supporter, and friendless fighter.

Charge ahead and die. Or else be there to side for a certain ally, doing such as ensuring the hero's safety (weak chance), mustering the littlest speck of aid, otherwise on behalf earning credits which he doesn't deserve and all, in return to be faced disgruntlement by the heroes claimed to have their credits stolen by a helpless hero.

.. Sucks to be him sometimes.

But not like anything can be done to change the poor verity of the low life hero, Estes the moon elf King.

More like, 'The useless hero who can do basically nothing but run slow and be killed'.

"Alright, all set? We go!"

All this while throughout the recent tournaments that he had undergo, Alucard was quite the lone fighter with neither partners joining the lane which he was forced to cope. Being the said pronounced durable hero and marksman in the saddle.

Nodding in silence even though he knew the leaders wouldn't even bother to notice it. He followed behind the rest until they had to eventually split up into their assigned lanes.

He was always left to his own when assigned to a lane. Ever since the misunderstanding and break up between his previous partner, Ruby. All thanks to the Valentine's Skin event he agreed to go with just to gain extra credit. He never expected Ruby would take it so seriously and grown upset to the fact of the mismatching, which had them gone to emotional hardships, eventually as it led to an end of their affair, leaving the fighter lost and alone in state for long together being looked down upon and rumored by the other heroes of what a disloyal, playboy he is.

From there on no one wants to side with him as a team. It was something that never worked out since he had always ended up dying most of the match because of the depression and brought down self esteem he was facing, causing him to feed the enemy team and making the rest lose the round.

He used to call out for help but as always no one would come which over time he just gave up asking for it and instead continued to try on his own.

Much as how his life deserved right now. He never bothered complaining, and let the flow go as brutally upon his future route.

Doing so as usual, heading to the one and only unoccupied top land as the rest of the four members moved separately accordingly to the middle and bottom lane, all set with a helpful backup. As for him?

Smirking with a sense of bitter, call him pathetic. Or just outwardly pretentious and /strong/. All he can do is try by his luck and buff as many without being ambushed in the process. They say enemies fear him, in fact  more of the opposite it happens, they all aim and counter him first. Woe is he then?

Sighing in forlorn, lifting his head to eye dully at the now deserted spot ahead, soon to be filled with the enemy team coming for him for the kills.

As fate leads,  or rather, his group abandoned the choice to him, one way that he can only go on the flow without any complaints, since 'their hero' he is. Ought to prove a better image for the sake of winning.

Speaking of enemy, there comes Argus the imperishable creature and Gord the Beam killer of the enemy team lunging towards his main target--Him.

Alright then. Let's do this.

Grimacing

--

Meanwhile in the middle lane, Estes who had randomly gone to side with the arrow shooter Miya had already taken down quite a few kills and close to taking down to turrets.

However at the top lane...

An Ally has been Slain

An Ally has been Slain

An Ally has been Slain

An Ally has been Slain

"Hey Estes."

 Hidden in the bush ready to cast his stun ring every time an enemy approached,  just so Miya can have a better strike. He didn't quite do much, running back and forth into and out of the bush, healing the archery's health and throwing his small shots by the very least of assistance. Having most of the takedowns owned by Miya alone, he was only the main not quite benevolent assistant thus so far.

"Yes, Miya?"

The archer flashed him a tedious look, before her gaze shifted and directed towards the top lane, where the announcement of deaths are mostly sounded.

"Go help that guy in the top lane, he's alone and can't seem to handle by his own. I'll be fine."

He bears no doubt upon that insistence, Miya is as a matter fact in full controlled that she might as well take two enemies down at the very same time. She won't be needing the help of a healer, possessing since a pair quick legs to escape and her swift shooting skills.

She's going to be just fine on her own. He does have faith in that.

Nodding quietly since the archer had gone back being busy shooting the half corrupted turret, lurking from one bush to another in a sloth mode, eventually ending up to the top lane, revealing slowly, as he starts to make his way to the half destroyed habitual turret, flashing a fleeting look at the now empty front land before cranking his head to see the young fighter catching forward from the rear with that mega sword that has yet seem to take down a single enemy, who seemingly flashed him a look that was both a mixture of confusion and a scowl, winding up to stand beside him in quite an awkward stature as that look as though given to a monster never really change, causing him to raise an inquisitive brow wondering why or what interesting combat moves did he do to deserve the look.

"Estes? What are you doing here?” the hunter asks, annoyance coaxed his voice.

"You don't seem to be handling the lane alone well, so I am here to assist you."

Replied Estes in his usual unfeeling tone of voice, not sparing a glance towards the constantly skeptical looking demon hunter looking forward as he proceeded to cast a stun spell on the few enemy minions approaching ahead before striking them with his slow attacks.

Assistance? Alucard frowned slightly at the notion. It had been quite a long while since he had been offered some help. What's more particular about it, by a healer.

He didn't need anyone's help, especially not from someone weaker than himself.

"I don't need your assistance. Go help someone else."

He huffed out at the elves offer before turning to attack one of the enemies that had gotten close to them. As he was about to take a step forward with his sword, the enemy was knocked up by a flash of magic.

Sparing not even a glance towards the one who had spoken to a stubborn reply, the healer persisted on his actions with an unaffected look as he eyed the minions seriously while his wrist shoot spells at them. Clearly ignoring the egotism protest of the demon hunter.

Needn't assistance even when slain in an amount more than the opponents.

He doubted strongly.

"Go deal with some nearby jungle creatures, you'll need it to enliven the hidden strength you possess. I'll watch over the lane for now, just don't go too far into the enemy's lane to avoid being ambush attacked."

With a provoked huff, the demon hunter made his way over to the healer who had just told him what to do. Moving to stand in front of the half head taller build, thus blocking his way as he glared deep into those glowing pair of sockets.

"You have no right to order me around. I am the fighter here and you are the healer. You follow me."

He explained as he poked at the elf’s chest, his features showed a hint of annoyance towards the elf.

Heeding to those words, the healer only reacted with a raise of brow as the rest of his expression maintained just as unaffected.

As a supporter, he possess his own will of actions, free of commands of the others, being a benevolent majesty and Lord of healer much as he is.

But, he won't need the time to debate with the others on that, glancing over the others shoulders and caught the approaching sight of a duo from the enemy team charging forward with faces so ready for this battle of death and alive.

His hands shot out and grabbed the fighter’s shoulders hauling him to stand behind turning his back to face the fighter as he threw a stun spell towards the opportunity to slow down the enemies ahead.

“Stay back, they are coming. I'll hold them down for a moment while you go charge yourself some regaining energy by killing some jungle monsters.”

“Now go!”

Stunned on the spot as he was shoved back, before finally snapping from his trance as the fighter bucked up in posture, sparing one glance towards the elf before heading towards the nearest jungle monsters dutifully doing so as he was given the command.

Anyway, it is what he was going to do in the first place.

“Be careful then. Know that you have a squishy form and will be countered easily in no time.”

“Just shut up and farm.”

If visible the elf would be seen rolling his eyeballs, sick of being underestimated as a powerful and durable support what is more careful at all times, unlike some aggressive fighters who charge without bothering that their health are low and that with more than one full health opponents at one reckless go.

He’s not that weak actually, just slow. And sacrificially submitting.

--

As the match endured on, in the long run, more and more turrets had been taken down and the chase of death and survival had just begin to start.

In the middle lane, where two turrets were taken down, Miya and Roger were struggling to counter enemy Argus and Zhask whose health never seem to decrease despite the numerous shootings of Miya’s arrow, her health is partially wasted while Roger who seemingly had buffed enough gained more health and was trying the best to protect Miya from the front.

While at the bottom lane, Zilong is doing a stable performance, managed to protect as many of the turrets and took down two of the enemy’s while avoiding the brisk attacks of Moskov. Among all the heroes, his health is just as secure as Rogers, opposing the enemy with a broad confidence smile towards the route of victory.

As for the topmost left lane….

A complete disaster, a turret is what left in the farthest close to the main base, while the others were brutally destroyed much as the little health left for the two currently escaping heroes, Alucard’s health was by far 5% left to survive as Estes was anywhere but good, yet 10% who lacks behind the faster pace of fighter, closing in from the rear was Karina and Lancelot with the fiery looks of that a predator running after two sore preys at the brink of death.

Soon about making in to the unharmed turret, a safer spot to shield from being attack, the fighter suddenly tripped by his own wobbly feet and fell upon the ground two feet away from reaching the turret, wincing and panting, by then unable to get up from the spot, covered in scars and bruises that the healer didn't have the chance to heal, looking just as damaged as a victim of a violent boxing ring. His face weary and agonized, finally shown forlorn, foreseen his own approaching decease as the healer is already so closing followed by the none mercy sparing enemies behind. Dropping his head in defeated, silently as he admitted his conquered.

“STOP!”

A voice roar ahead which doesn't belong to any of the enemies made his head snapped up in shock, much to his surprise to see the healer of before that was running towards himself, suddenly halted at a spot a stone throw away from where he sprawled, arms and legs spread wide stood in a bold stature with his back faced towards the clueless fighter. Even as the enemies are howbeit running forward with those bloodthirsty expressions.

The healer, however shown no sign of trepidation.

“SPARE HIM!”

“You shall not hurt him anymore.”

The fighter's brows furrowed, seemingly baffled upon the others words by that he means.

Him. Is the healer referring to Alucard himself?

“Take my life instead!”

That voice, so stern and unwavering, for a spell a very heated sensation pierced the blonde’s chest like an arrow as he stated with winded eyes and a very foggy state of look, eventually as the person that stood before finally cranked his head as their gaze dawned to a intent connect thereby.

“Run, Alucard. Just go! HURRY!”

Run.

His mind yelled at him. Breaking away from the trance immediately as he struggled and picked himself off the ground and battle towards the safe land of turret without looking back.

Watching as the male at last fade from his sight, feeling the pain possessed him all at once in the next minute he was transmitted to the resurrection chamber, where his health slowly progress to charge. A small smile formed upon his lips as he watched from the pale screen of map before him, the hero that he had used his life for the sake to rescue managed to make it to the turret, as the enemies then back away, leaving the poor fighter to be, settled down to sit as he begins the mode of recalling to regain full health transmitted to the main base.

Just then a hook suddenly sprouted out and hinged against the ground next to the corrupted male following out comes  the half left health but of the enemy argus from the hedge situated closest, given no chance for the other to react, and slay him before his recalling can brought him back to the main base.

“Noo--"

“*Sigh*”

Cranking his head he comes to face with the fighter who he was expecting rescued ended up right next to him.

Guess the plan of escapade failed? That damn Argus…

“Hey, you. Why did you stop mid way running just to be ambushed. Are you out of mind there ?”

Turning to the fighter, whose face shown a baffling frown, a look likely described as confused, yet disgruntled at the same time. Or perhaps just a odd out demeanor directed towards the elf.

Well, isn't it obvious?

“I'm trying to save you, of course. I stopped so they can stay distracted to aim on me sparing you the chance to escape. Is it that hard for you to see? Although...I never foreseen Argus jumping out from the bush and ended the last bit of your health right before you reach to the base…”

His voice grew quietly apologetically in the end, despite knowing it's not his fault to blame. Yet he still feel the sense of lost achievement, failing to save the other. Looking down as his face displayed guilt. As a support he failed the mission, pretty a dejected evidence…

Everything had went quiet beside him, assuming the other clearly ignore his genuine conscience stricken, just as everyone did. No one actually appreciate his on time healing, as though it's something he ought to contribute, and when he failed to, he's the one to be blamed. Never once he spite a complaint towards the factual unjustness either. All along as he had just bear with it. And grown to accustomed to the situation of being matched up with occasional criticising teammates.  

“.. But still, it's not necessary to just stop in front of enemies and get yourself killed, you idiot. Everyone die and resurrect anyway. Why lose that one life of yours and drop the opportunity of getting a gold medal. You contributed pretty much assistance to the others and might even gain yourself as an mvp reward in the end even if we didn't win.”

He just couldn't understand why of all others, this healer had insisted to betray his life and try to save him…

Like, is it worth it? If the one he saved is Miya then that's not a surprise rather since most do see them related romantically a way. Yet the truth is unsure. And he's not one to invade to both of the elves’ lives.

Also why of all others again, this healer chose to go and assist him…--Was it because he was pitied from being killed so many times. To be seen as such a loser with no one willing to help him so this all times kind hearted elf reluctantly submitted to help him. He bitterly smiled, probably that's the main reason. Which is so damn pathetic.

“If sacrificing myself can help save your life from taken away for once and for all. Even if that takes two or more of mine."

“I would gladly give away what I have just to save you, My friend.”

His eyes widened, head snapping up immediately to meet the warm yet sad smile of the elven king. That compared to all the others, it's an expression so purely genuine. As though the healer was actually feeling sorry for his poor encounters. And so willingly to help him. And by that, mean all that he had said.

“Why?”

Yes. Why. The question floods his mind. How does he deserve such a empathetic treatment from someone so sacrificially selfless. When he used to also backfire the other for not be able to heal him in time, joined with the other teammates to criticize the sole healer.

“There's no why to it. It is my desire. To keep everyone safe and secured and  you being not an exception towards my guard of protection.”

“But I am a terrible person. I used to scold you, remember? Insult you for your slow escaping pace. And even left you to fight an enemy alone when my health was low. Why do you still want to help me??”

“I am meant to do so to distract the enemies from going after you so you can make it to the base. I did so with a willing purpose and no regrets-”

“I had also been a frail fighter. Because of how my emotions had attacked me all the time. I wasn't able to concentrate on the battle and cause numerous teams to lose just because of being team up with me. Don't you just feel as unlucky like everyone else ? I'm clearly a waste and loser, a sore teammate that had led bad luck to the team. I deserved no help. I don't even deserve to be qualified as a hero. I really am just a loser. The dog of misfortune that is better off de-!”

“SNAP out of it, Alucard!”

The sudden roar broke his train of relentless rant as his eyes opened to realize that he was spilling out self-loathing thoughts that revealed a part of his weaker side. He inwardly cursed himself at the thoughtless and unaccounted action and made a mental note to not do that again.

It just happened to triggered him to spill out his true feelings about himself. With no one to share his dilemma with, he subconsciously took the words of the elf king as a cue to spill out his concealed emotions and thoughts.

A horrible person to live of both relationship matters and as an existence of a op hero.

Suddenly a pair of arms shot out from behind and encoiled themselves around his waist quite unexpectedly, feeling the chest of a certain presence pressed against himself, those arms entangled soft yet inescapable an embrace around him, that brought a sudden flash of solace seeped inside his heart and had him close his eyes.

“...I’ll stay by your side and assist you from now on. You won't be fighting alone after today’s match.”

“I will always be there to assist you at all times and heal you. Be your shield, so if anyone is to be blamed. It'll be me. Not you.”

“You're not a terrible person either. I can tell you're going through something bad which I won't pry but know that I'll always be ready to heed your rants and correct you.”

“With me by your side, I assure your chance of being perished will be less and opportunity of countering an enemy successfully will be definite.”

“So don't blame yourself. Nothing is ever your fault. Everyone makes mistakes and learn from them..And I will be there within the process you learn to be better. “

“You can rely upon my words. I won't ever let you down..”

And it subsided to silence, the elf went quiet though as his arms remained never once loosened around the fighter, his face pressed close into the other's shoulder, acknowledging that the fighter wasn't at all alone then, heart pierced by an unspeakable feeling so warm and incredibly solace of that he never felt before, it moved his cold heart, such powerful words managed to break away a portion of the strong wall the hunter had put up as protection from the harsh truth of untrustworthy people. For once possessed by the warmth only a sun can provide. Feeling his torn up heart had began a process of healing bit by bit, eventually as he starts to calm down in that not leaving embrace. Opening his eyes, realizing they had been out of the resurrection chamber since don't know when, his cheeks heated red eyes meeting Roger sparing him a weird look before rushing off.

“So, are you ready to fight again?”

Cranking his head he was faced by that previous smile he now finds so heartwarming. A confident smirk appears on the hunter’s features, heeding the question with restored self esteem. His azures evidently showing determination for victory.

“Yes.”

“...Thank you, Estes.” “No Problem, My friend.” “...I’ll never be your friend.” “....Very well, I shall be your healer instead.”

[myriadsofcorpses]

Summary of the cast? For DnD?? Maybe???

Original Content does steal. I have not much clue about DnD for now tho.

My go-to option. Siusaidh Riona/Susan Edevane/Shou Shukuya

Hopelessly gay bard/druid hybrid Protector Aasimar as I’ve been told.

In the original story (further: Naglfar-Lore) she‘s an angel, reborn from a human that ended an alternate/original timeline. She had false memory implanted to protect the new mind from trauma and believes to be from a mountain village monastery far up north, having been sent to the plot by visions.

Her goal in Naglfar Lore is to keep her original from screwing the timeline again. If that isn’t applicable, her goal is simply to reach happiness for herself or maybe others.

Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral

Someone I should work out: Aldea Shirasagi

Something of a bard / Con-Artist, in Naglfar Lore she’s basically a half- aarakocra with all the downsides - no talons, and a pair of wings instead of her arms.

Without any means to hold weapons, her skills consist of charming people, lesser wind-based magics and trickery.

Born unfortunate as she was, she was eventually left behind at an ambush - much to the distraught of her parents. Sold to slave-traders and later a brothel, she believed herself to have been left by the gods in a prayer. As answer, she was given the ability to manipulate empathy, which she since then used to amass a following and, one day, rise to the rank of a god herself.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

My favourite girl, also originally Yuki/Haku’s OC: Niamh “Nieve” Seonaid!

Technically a Protector Aasimar as well, but has Aquakinesis-abilities to qualify her as Water Genasi as well? Also technically a water-based sorcerer that uses her abilities to wield a giant-ass sword? How does this woman work.

[MUSIC ON]

What is it you want to accomplish with your life? Find a lost love? Fight for JUSTICE to prevail in this world? Whatever the means to instill LIGHT and HOPE deep within your soul, this woman will give her life, body and all to inspire and FIGHT for those she and others care about!

Her body might be weak and frail, but her soul of RIGHTEOUSNESS drives her further and further beyond her limits. What is Heroism if not surpassing your fears? Your nightmares? A true HEROINE wouldn’t be limited by nonsense like that! You do the good you can do today, and if not, you do it tomorrow as well! That is the duty you live for!

Uhh... yeah, that.

Originally a human and lover of the one who caused the timeline-end mentioned in Shou’s section. The -in her eyes- unrequited love made her long for a protector and thus, her soul was split intwo, to create her Brother, Caireall. And so split were their abilities and personality, it’s a long story in total which shall be mentioned another day.

Alignment: Lawful Good

The other half and, finally, a boy! Caireall “Cai” Seonaid.

Race: Whatever Niamh is. Class? Probably Monk??

While Niamh got the ability of Aquakinesis from THE ORIGINAL™, Caireall can create water. With his weapon of choice being a staff, he mostly focuses on physical combat and occasionally throws his opponents off using spontaneously created spikes of ice or steaming water to throw them off. Even without that he’s a force to be reckoned with, however, since he can also control Ki to an extend.

He is a stoic, serious man whose peace of mind is admirable, unlike his tongue, which spits and spites in every conceivable direction. At his core, he doesn’t really care all that much about anything except his sisters’ safety. To protect her is a purpose that was burned into his soul, after all.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, bordering to Chaotic Evil

More boys while we’re at it! Glennoth is the name.

Race: Half-Ogre/Oni in Naglfar, Likely Half-Orc in DnD Class: Barbarian

Ogres in Naglfar are a humanoid race that’s been imbued by the elements of earth, which by itself makes small and stury dwarfs, and fire, which inverts and twists the elemental characteristics, making Ogres powerful and volatile giants. Half-Ogres however are known to lose much of their fiery characteristics, making them small in size and clearer of their senses, however not much less powerful than the full thing.

Glenn’s hometown has been destroyed in a raid while he himself was out on a journey. Ever since coming to know of his homes’ fate, he has been steeling himself and challenging powerful warriors around the continent, while on the search for his mother, whom he deems too cunning and powerful to have fallen just like that.

Despite his battle-thriving nature, he follows his own code and has an immense interest in craftsmanship, especially blacksmithing.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

And back to the girls! This one is Helen Ragnfrid

Race: Human (Ghost? Lich?!) Class: Warlock

Using means like summoning and voodoo in Naglfar Lore, this little girl learned most of these things by self-studying.

Having been born the last of 5 children, she has usually been somewhat neglected. The first 3 children, women, were born and raised to be married off, they were haughty and snobbish, not having to carry the burden of the fourth child, a man from the family-head and a lowly housemaid. When Helen was born from the third mother, the family-head had decided to call it a day and name his only son his successor, raising him from servant-status to one to learn how to lead and be his successor.

Having been the only one who shared her sorrow of being only second-choice, a neglected kid, her brother was the only one to whom she could actually have a connection that could be called “friendship”.

As her teens approached, her brother was sent off to learn how to become a Knight, mayhaps even a Paladin. This distraught Helen, making her become a shut-in, further ignored by her father and mocked by her sisters. Turning deeper and deeper into the family library, she one day found a hidden-away room with books on demonic invocations and summonings...

Her youthful mind succumbed to hatred and with newfound knowledge, she burned her manor of birth to ash, enslaving the then-residents and their souls in their afterlife.

...how much of this could even be applied to DnD?!? I don’t even smoke when writing.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil, but young and capable of growth

Finally an Elf! Sarriah is this ones’ name and she’s emo.

Race: Emo Wood Elf Class: Ranger

Hailing from a tribe that has chosen the maximum-seclusion option: Brainwashing. Hear me out, there’s a tribe of forest-protectors who patrols the outskirts of their territory for invaders and the Elder of the tribe who occasionally does weird mind-memory tricks on everyone to help keep them not interested at all in the outside world.

Sarriah’s husband was one of the protectors, however this was a secret and she believed, they were simply out on trips into the forest, gathering food and supplies. One day however, her husband didn’t return home and she became curious... until she was made to forget. However, it didn’t work as her love for her husband was too strong. What happened? Something isn’t right! Who am I missing every evening beside my single-bed?

After her mind has been proven too strong, she was assigned a protector-post herself, but gradually remembering the features of her husband made her leave and look for the truth in the outside world.

A longer drabble about the days of the elves can be found here.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

[necromatador]

A quick hypothetical story because I wanted to.  Warnings for fairly strong but still just mentions of childhood physical abuse and neglect, injuries, and childhood bullying (only the injuries are described, nothing explicit).

“What happened to them?” Daymeon asked suddenly from his seat in the tavern as he watched Sal re-string and tune his collection of stringed instruments.

“Hm?” Sal responded, half-listening and half-focused on making sure the dang banjo dulcimer hit the correct open chord.

“Your hands,” Daymeon continued, in a voice that Sal had learned meant that he was trying to word things in his head before he spoke to avoid them coming across meaner than he meant them (it was a good skill, but he didn’t always use it and it didn’t always work when he did, so Sal braced himself anyway).

“What d’you mean?”

“They’re so...rough?  Weathered?  Your skin, features, even your hair is soft, except that scratchy scruff you call a beard.  Your hands, though, are covered in calluses and several of your knuckles are...knobbly.  Were they broken?  From what I’d heard, I didn’t think instrument-specialty bards ever put their hands at risk.”

Sal sighed and put down the half-stringed dulcimer, leaning back against his chair and looking up at the eladrin.

~~~ 19 years earlier ~~~

He was 11 and his nose was broken again and it hurt to breathe but his dad was yelling so he had to at least pretend to pay attention or he’d get in more trouble.

“Salakesh…” his father finally sighed, frustration and disappointment not even disguised anymore.  “This is the fourth time in the last year you’ve come home with a broken nose and it must be the twentieth or thirtieth that you’ve had a black eye or bruised knuckles or a split lip.” He paused as if waiting for some response from the boy standing tense in front of him.  Sal remained silent, he knew better than to talk back at this point, so his father continued.  

“We’ve tried talking with you about this.”  He had gotten a lecture on the damage he was doing to the family name and reputation; the reputation that his younger brother (newly turned 6 and watching with a look of worried curiosity from a seat beside his mother across from where Sal stood) would inherit.

"We’ve tried grounding you.” Since he mostly stayed in his room, reading and writing, this had hardly been an effective change.

"We let you try music lessons and you were doing so well those first few weeks afterwards.”  He had been doing amazingly when they finally let him take music lessons that he’d been begging them for for years.  Until the son of Duke Caicaryn had stolen his lute and smashed it.

"We’ve given you chores!”  He had been basically raised by the house staff since he was 5 years old, so Sal was no stranger to chores and helping around the house.  He got the lists he was given done in no time and was back doing whatever he wanted (usually back to his room to read and write) within a morning.

“What is not getting through to you?  Why do you keep picking fights?”  He stayed quiet, eyes trained on the floor.  He had explained before that he wasn’t the one picking fights, even if he sure as heck was the one finishing them.

“I don’t…I don’t know what to do with you anymore, Salakesh.” He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose.  Sal’s nose twinged slightly, reminding him that it was still there, still broken.

“We’ve signed you up for private combat lessons,” his father spoke again after a small pause. “If you want to fight so badly, you’re going to learn to use a sword and do so properly as befits our house.  Now go see the nurse."  Sal opened his mouth to protest, he didn’t really want to learn to fight, but the look on his father’s face said it all.  The conversation was over.

And so it began.

Later that week and his hands were a mess of cloth and gauze and hidden in the poofy sleeves of his shirt as he walked slowly to his music lessons. His mind raced as he tried to come up with an excuse as to why he couldn’t do anything in class.  At least three of his fingers were bruised and swollen to the point where they couldn’t move. Holding a violin and bow or plucking at a lute would be impossible. How was he going to explain this?  He couldn’t just skip class either, the instructor, Mrs. Reiner, was a family servant so she lived at the manor and knew where he spent his time.

He walked hesitantly into the room that had been set aside as a music room.  Mrs. Reiner looked up from her place at the piano and smiled.

"I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten lost!” She chuckled, her smile as bright as the sun.  She was one of Sal’s favorites of the house staff, always so kind and happy.  But her smile dropped as she took a proper look at her student.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Sal flinched a little and reflexively tugged on the end of one sleeve. Ow, that finger was broken. Shit. Mrs. Reiner looked down and saw his hands, clumsily wrapped in what bandages he could scrounge without letting his parents find out.  In an instant she was at his side, carefully lifting his hands to inspect the damage. Sal began to tear up.

“Mom and dad put me in sword lessons because I get in so many fights,” he sniffled, trying his hardest not to actually cry as Mrs. Reiner slowly unwrapped the mess of gauze.  “I don’t even know how to hold the sword and it’s really big and heavy and Swordmaster Perridan isn’t actually teaching me how to use it he just has me try to hit him and then because he’s better he cracks me on the hands and they’re not sharp but they’re metal and-” he trailed off into a small hiccupping sniffle.

Mrs. Reiner looked at his hands and then up into his face with a look of helpless frustration he’d never seen on her face before.

“Oh Sal…” it shifted to an apologetic look of sorrow that a lot of the servants gave him when they thought he didn’t see. “Have you told your parents about this, dear?” His eyes widened and he shook his head an emphatic no.

“I can’t!  They would just think it’s because I can’t do anything right.”

“Oh, honey...” Mrs. Reiner said sadly.  “I’ll discuss this with your parents.  I’ll avoid bringing this part up, just that I am aware of Perridan’s...reputation of being more injurious than instructional and perhaps it would be wise to seek a different teacher for you.  But as for class today...I’ll let you out early if you can promise me three small things.”  Sal took a shaky breath in, still on the verge of tears, and nodded.

"Sure.”  Mrs. Reiner smiled again, and suddenly his hands didn’t hurt anymore.  She lifted his hands in hers up so he could see that they were glowing.  Magic!

“First, I need you to keep this little power a secret, just between you and me.”  She swung her hands back and forth as the glow receded.  Sal nodded, entranced.  “Second, if you ever get hurt like this again, come straight to me as soon as you can.  You let these injuries sit for a few days if I’m right, and while I’ve healed them pretty much completely, you’ll always have a couple of knots in your knuckles because of this.”  Sal nodded again, and looked down at his newly healed hands, spreading his fingers out.  He could see the three knuckles that had hurt the most still looked slightly swollen, but the bruises and blood was gone and they no longer hurt at all to move.

“What’s the third promise?” he asked, looking back up at Mrs. Reiner.  She gave him a mischievous smile and ruffled his already unruly hair.

“Promise me that if I can’t get you a different instructor, that you’ll learn as much as you can and you’ll kick ‘Swordmaster’ Perridan’s butt.”  Sal laughed.

~~~

“She didn’t manage to get me a new instructor, and I got a lot more broken knuckles, but I did eventually kick Perridan’s ass and Mrs. Reiner taught me almost everything I know about bardic magic so...I mean hey.”  Sal shrugged, spreading his hands out on the table in front of the two of them.

“That...” Daymeon finally spoke up after a few moments of silent examination of Sal’s hands.  “That is not great.”

“No.  It isn’t.  But it’s what happened and I can’t exactly change it now, can I?” Sal shrugged and went back to stringing and tuning musical instruments.  Daymeon leaned slightly over, resting gently against Sal’s side.