#and seyren... just seyren

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

Ok ! So, questions for Amali Seyren:

Why did she decide to become an assassin ?

How old is she ?

What are her hobbies ?

Fav people/ animals ?

Ok that's it for now :)🧡

1. She faced discrimination from Fae leaders in her area for being a hybrid and human-passing. She trained with other hybrids who had similar experiences, working with poisons and her power to kill or maim. She's my morally grey, would kill without hesitation. (Also she's Esryn's lover which is nice cause Esryn needs someone who would kill for her)

2. She's 28 as are Esryn and Leore, each of them thirteen when the culture wash happened. Amali wasn't sold or enslaved because she was human passing, and living as a human to cover for her being an assassin. When the war comes, an underground ring of hybrids with insane fighting talent will rise.

3. She likes caring for her (and Esryn's eventually) hair. She's not just good at poison, she's also just generally good at making potions. Most healers don't use physical forms of healing, only their power, but Amali is trying to discover new ways to help and heal whenever she isn't assassinating slave owners and abusive men.

4. Her favourite person is Esryn. They are gonna have the most adorable acquaintances to lovers arc, along with a healing arc for Esryn before she can enter a relationship. Close behind is Leore, the total gentleman who teaches her to love herself. Leore has a pet called a cloud bear, I'm not sure what his name is yet tho.

They are hand sized bears who are dark blue or white with silver patches called moonspots. They can rain, thunder or lighting, and are generally adorable.

Thanks for the ask!!

[tytosoup]

new blorbo from my mind just dropped

i started playing dnd again recently heres my half elf monk seyren

bonus:

[halvatir]

move along, prince charming;

requested by anonymous!

right there’s a damsel dressed in scars // she’s not in distress, she’s fought her own wars

so. doing your duties, huh? she asks. his eyes are still set straight ahead, but he does spare her a glance. what do you mean? she snorts rather loudly before answering. carrying damsels in distress in your arms like they’re spoils of war.

i.

she should give her croce staff a good repair.

or better yet, pull it out to stop it from digging any further into her bloody thigh.

margaretha chokes out a laugh and damn does that hurt, the mere attempt of breathing does too - there’s the metallic taste of her own blood in her mouth and it isn’t the slightest bit funny of how much the taste spreads on her tongue like wildfire. she mumbles a couple of prayers and other complaints to up above such as good god spare me it’s like i’m having a dinner of rust in mouth, how awful is that before she attempts to raise an arm - any arm would do.

she just has to raise a damned arm.

(it’s a sad day for margaretha sorin, really - first she gets cornered by a group of adventurers without backup and there were four bloody warlocks in there, what was a poor high priestess to do on her own? a couple of well-aimed whacks to the head and some holy lights later she manages to stay alive but battered like hell, so much for brushing her hair for at least thirty minutes before guard duty, her hair’s fallen to the state of a bird’s nest - and then when she was about to leave, another group saunters in and catches her unguarded... how peachy.)

her attempt to raise her left arm sends a terrible jolt of pain that starts from her fingertips and slithers quickly up fingers, hand, arm and even until her shoulders and it leaves her breathless, tears stinging her eyes and nails clawing desperately at the cement floor. she bites her lower lip to keep her from screaming, and maybe it’s a good thing that her staff’s keeping her pinned down to the floor to keep her from writhing.

(but good god above, what would she give to writhe badly because it hurts, it stings, it burns, it’s agonizing -)

he finds her in one of the floor’s corridors in that state, sitting on the floor with her arms limp at her sides and her head downcast. the gruesome sight of mutilated bodies and copious amounts of blood splattered on the floors, walls, and the ceiling aside; his eyes widen at the sight of where her weapon stands.

it’s right there, tall and blood-stained, its heel digging through the flesh of its wielder’s thigh like a sword set in stone.

(the mere analogy is horrifying.)

he rushes to her side, bent on one knee and hands landing on her shoulders. gingerly, he shakes her a bit and it takes a while before margaretha raises her head.

her eyes are closed.

seyren doesn’t bat an eye when he sees the scar that runs diagonally across her right cheek, a long and narrow cut that’s bright red like the splotches of blood that decorate some areas of her face. his eyes are set on hers and when she flutters her eyes open, he can see traces of tears at the edges.

her eyes - they’re green, and they’re supposed to be a bit brighter like emeralds - take some time to focus on his face. she licks her lips, and boy was that a bad move because she tastes her blood on her tongue again.

(what she’d give to get that taste out of her mouth, teeth, and tongue, too.)

he says her name, voice tentative and soft.

she laughs dryly in response.

you’re late, damn it.

ii.

it’s him who found her, and honestly she can’t help but groan. both of his hands are still on her shoulders, keeping her steady while he assesses her condition with narrowed eyes. her outfit’s a mess, her hair’s a mess, her face is a mess, her limbs are a mess, she’s a mess - but yet he says nothing and asks her nothing.

absolutely goddamn nothing.

she leans her head against the cold wall and squeezes her eyes shut.

oh no, don’t get her wrong, she’ll make a trip to the makeshift chapel in their floor later and thank god that someone came to help her out when her inhuman regeneration abilities weren’t kicking in as fast as she wanted it to and instead she might have nearly bled to death. she’d probably ask though why it had to be seyren of all people, since she couldn’t help but become unnerved at how his eyes - they’re a natural red, how quaint - would scour her body in silence. she still has a good amount of clothing on, torn and burnt in some places but still intact, but his eyes are sharp with such focus and he gazes at her so thoroughly that she has the impulse to run her hands over her clothes to see if they’re still there.

she wills herself not to squirm, despite the sensation that she was naked under his scrutinizing gaze - how does he even do that?

(how he manages to hold her shoulders gently despite the heavy gauntlets that he wears on his arms is beyond her, too.)

she lets out a small gasp when his right hand drifts away from her shoulder to land on her lower right thigh: a jumble of the ripped white satin of her stockings, blood, torn skin and muscles, and the area where her own staff’s heel has dug itself deep. when seyren pushes away a little of the satin, margaretha could feel the cool of the metal gauntlet scratch lightly against her bare skin, and she hisses.

i’m sorry. i didn’t hurt you, did i? he asks. he isn’t facing her, and his gaze is still on her thigh.

watch it, she growls, and she means it. to hell with the pain, there’s another pressing matter. those fingers better not drift elsewhere.

he nods, and his hand goes from her skin to lightly grasp the staff’s shaft. the movement shifts the staff’s position on her thigh a bit - she lowers her head and winces when a dull, throbbing pain courses through her leg.

she swears a bit, and somewhere along her whispered curses he hears his name and something along the lines of when i’m fine and dandy again, watch me pull my staff up your -

he apologizes, the word sorry tumbling out of his lips quickly - and she groans again.

as if your sorry makes me feel any better.

... i’m not here to make you feel better, though.

what was that?

... i’m here to help you.

she laughs at him again, and this time it sounds like ringing bells to his ears.

i didn’t realize help comes when you’re near death.

iii.

seyren clears his throat before he looks at margaretha - her gaze on him is still unfocused but there’s a small smile that plays on her lips, despite her irregular breathing, disheveled state, and numerous injuries.

i’ll have to pull your staff out to get you to safety, he says.

at this she blinks a bit, before he sees her shoulders raise slightly to fall down again. was that a shrug? you might as well cut my leg off, she replies, voice flat.

seyren glares at her. margaretha raises an eyebrow, and her lips curve downward.

we both know it will grow back.

but that doesn’t give me the excuse to hurt you any further.

how sweet. but i’ve lost both legs, an arm, and oh! the whole lower half of my body before, she laughs at the memory briefly. losing a leg? it doesn’t make a difference, really. even if it’s by your hands.

the grip on her shoulder tightens.

i wish... he pauses to angle his head away from her to close his eyes and draw out a sigh, voice a distant whisper. i wish that you wouldn’t treat yourself this way.

(it’s unspoken in between them for so long, but she’d be lying if she said that she hasn’t seen him clench his hands into fists and keep it at his sides away from her sight or see his jaw tighten and eyebrows furrow together when he’d hear of the umpteenth time that she had or forced an unfortunate floor mate to amputate a part of herself due to dire injury. but still, all she gets from him despite what she sees is a stern voice that only tells her to be careful and not to be so aggressive most of the time, and she would reply with laughter, a wave of the hand, or the roll of her eyes.)

i wish you wouldn’t treat me like i’m still human either, she says, a wry smile playing on her lips.

seyren opens his eyes at her words, and margaretha holds her breath when the fingers on her right shoulder scratch at her skin when they form themselves into a fist.

(those scratches might’ve left bruises.)

he looks at her again, slowly this time and she can see sunken red eyes that resemble glass (they look like they’re going to break), furrowed brows (come on - convey anger, disappointment or whatever but its different now, why is it different now), and lips in a thin, subtle frown. 

(he looks like she broke him.)

  iv.

they’ve had a similar conversation before.

(the only difference is that before, the topic was loud and clear and staring at both their faces.)

it starts off simple and civil, and maybe it turned downhill when she mocks him for his humane concerns.

she makes it crystal clear that she won’t bother to heed his advice about being careful when engaging in battle or about caring for her body because for starters she’s practically immortal, a godforsaken blasphemous entity brought about by science and fueled by sheer power and hatred. no matter what the adventurers do, the result’s the same - she can fall, lose, and die but only to rise again. so what the hell’s the big deal if she doesn’t take care of herself? 

it’s like she’s been blessed by god.

arm burned even up to the ligaments, cut off by heavy and enhanced blades, cursed with magic, or completely immobilized?

(it’ll cure itself.)

leg frozen till its gone numb, stepped and stomped on repeatedly, rendered useless because of poison, or caught in a trap?

(it’ll sting like a bitch, but it’ll cure itself.)

insides jumbled and threatening to spill out onto the floor, eyes pecked out, heart pierced through, head struck by arrows?

(good god and angels above, she’s still breathing.)

she tells him all that with a lilt to her voice and twinkle in her eyes and she even laughs as she proclaims that death’s a fucking joke - she’s lost too much of herself, oh so much of her damned self every single bloody day that she has long forgotten how to fear death when every day her life hangs by a damn thread, every day her body is torn apart by them, those that she used to be, and she gets to witness it with her eyes wide open.

(because what better way is there to experience your own death other than witness it? watch how the sword goes through your heart, count the seconds that passed by since you held your breath, watch your murderer thrust their sword even deeper and even twist their blade, grinning like they’ve killed the fucking devil - )

but despite all what she said, he still stood tall.

he would stand there in silence, his face a blank slate.

no words of reprimand. no words of distaste for her monologue. no lectures about her well-being, of being human, or of being humane.

was this - their current - conversation so different from what they had before?

... no, it probably wasn’t.

(then why does he look so broken?)

     v.

... i will take the staff out, whether you like it or not.

point is, i don’t care if you cut my leg out. that option’s way better.

... margaretha.

are you pleading? this is rich.

... please. just this once.

you know what? doing it your way is much more painful than actual amputation. are you some sadist? do you want me to suffer longer?

you know that isn’t my intention.

your intention of going through human motions to ‘save’ me is sickening.

sickening as it is, you have no other choice. i doubt that your regeneration is flowing smoothly due to the number of injuries you have.

nice try. i can wait for myself to repair myself, thanks.

and risk being discovered again?

if you’re that worried, then you can fend them off while i sit pretty and recover.

... no. i’ll be pulling out the staff at the count of three.

jesus christ, margaretha hisses. you’re desperate.

seyren breathes out a sigh. one.

i didn’t agree to this -

two -

wait! 

he raises an eyebrow at her sudden outburst. she’s glaring at him now, and she mumbles a couple of curses under her breath before addressing him again.

lean closer, she says.

seyren does what he’s told - he leans in, his face a bit closer now to margaretha’s and he can smell faint traces of lavender amidst blood and burnt flesh. closing her eyes, she purses her lips as she lifts both her arms up - she winces and he sees her biting her lower lip as her shaking hands find the back of his neck, and slowly, she moves forward to lean her forehead against his.

(her hands and forehead are lukewarm and shaky against his skin.)

get on with it, damn it, she says.

(her voice is a little shaky.)

seyren does, without counting three - and when he pulls the staff out with all his strength there’s a gruesome noise as it’s freed and a rasp from margaretha - he could feel her whole body shiver, her nails clawing at his neck almost desperately as if they’re trying to ground themselves, and her forehead pressing closer to his.

(he’s not so sure of what he saw, but he says nothing of the tears that trickle down her cheeks.)

vi.

they’re halfway to the infirmary when she speaks. he cradles her in his arms with one holding her shoulder and the other under her knees, and her face is almost flush to his breastplate. her hands are positioned over her stomach, tapping away idly.

it’s only when she’s been carried that she sees the exact mess done to her clothing: the front flap of her robe has been burnt up to her knees, and the sides were torn apart at various lengths but not reaching higher than her lower thighs. her silk stockings were frayed, ripped, and horribly discolored, but the garters holding them up were still intact. he protested at first, but he eventually gave in to making the sleeves of her robe into a makeshift bandage, tied securely on her right thigh. 

(it’s not like her sleeves were in a good condition anyway, so why not?)

so. doing your duties, huh? she asks.

his eyes are still set straight ahead, but he does spare her a glance.

what do you mean?

she snorts rather loudly before answering. carrying damsels in distress in your arms like they’re some spoils of war.

seyren frowns.

you’re no spoil of war, margaretha. you’re not an object that’s just to be won or left behind in battle.

damn right i’m not, she replies, then scoffs shortly after. or maybe i am - ruined by battles and then left to rot.

... i don’t know if that’s true. but believe me when i say that you are never in distress.

she raises an eyebrow, and she looks up at him.

no matter stubborn you may be... you find your way to victory, no matter what the cost. in the face of death, you find it in yourself to laugh. in extreme pain, you will yourself to hold back your tears.

seyren pauses to look at her, a small smile on his lips.

your strength is what makes you a damsel, and is what puts distress to shame.

(she finds herself at a loss for words.)

vii. (bonus)

... you consider me a damsel.

shouldn’t i?

both of us know i’ve fallen too far from grace to be called one.

... i don’t think that matters any longer.

what was that? speak louder.

... it’s nothing.

(perhaps he’ll just keep it to himself, that memory - - the memory of her knelt in front of a makeshift altar, back set straight, head tilted downwards, lips almost kissing the knuckles of her clasped fingers.)

(the memory of her voice, the drawing melody akin to that of a siren, a siren who pours her soul singing to angels and heaven above her; despite them forsaking her - )

(a tortured soul still singing her love and worship despite everything she’d been through, 

if that was not was not an act of grace,

then what else could it be?)

1: stylistically lowercase bc eyy i did it while at work and i’ll never see it ending - tho i will edit + check for typos later... maybe... when i get time... idk i think i butchered the ending so much for buildup uggggh  2: i have other ships for both seyren & margaretha but who am i kidding i always go back to these two whether platonic / romantic??? pls find the closest garbage can and shove me in, i’m trash 3: on another note talk about maturity rating + vague implications + formatting deficiencies wowee this escalated quickly than usual

[siuxii]

doodles

[lovely-feral-mistake]

HOPPY B-DAY! I'm sorry, I kinda realise today was not 7 (??) and I don't have any kind of gift to youuuuuuu, I'm sorry UnU, anyway hope you're having a rad b-day and YOU ARE SPECIAAAAAAL

:0000000000000000000000000000 OMG YOU REMEMBERED?????????????????OMG THANK YOUUUUU*-* IM SUPER HOPE YOU TOOthere’s no need for gifts, just by remembering i feel very special UwU

[amatsudesserts]

General Guide for Support Professor

Making sure the kids are safer when you are around.

Your stats

97 Vitality

To ensure that you are tanky enough to not get one hit by high-level mobs. This will also help you be immune, or almost, to certain Negative Buffs like Stun, Blind, Poison, Curse, etc.

135 Dexterity

Note that this is before the Blessing Buff. This helps you have shorter skill cast time that would be very beneficial during threatening times. Also, the reason it is before the buff is HPs normally do not pay that much attention to you so let’s be realistic here and take care of ourselves. Let’s be almost Instant Cast before their buff. 

60 Intelligence

Note that this is just the minimum recommended amount of Intelligence so that your SP pool is around 1500. Having a high SP pool would greatly benefit those you give SP to. Just remember that giving SP to High Wizards is very disappointing as their Intelligence is triple yours... 

10 Strength

This is so you can carry the consumables you need to carry without being 90% Overweight. Unlike High Wizards and High Priests, Professors can function well even when 89% Overweight.

Your consumables

5 Green Potion

While you are immune, or almost, to most negative buffs due to your high Vitality, you are not immune to Confusion. Confusion is that negative buff that makes your character go everywhere but that cell you intend it to go to. To remedy this, a quick chug of Green Potion helps.

100 Condensed White Potion

For that emergency Heal like when you need to wear GTB or when you were just resurrected and mobs are still all around you and you need to run. Since I am writing this, I recommend you buy Milk Chemist's Condensed White Potions. As of writing, she is not number 1 but she's up there.

200 Grape Juice

Why bring Grape Juice when you can just convert your HP to SP? Well, sadly, you cannot convert your HP to SP when you absolutely do not have SP. Also helpful when you really need to give someone SP and converting would take longer.

300 Cobwebs

Never forget to bring cobwebs when you are a Professor. This helps you save yourself and the party from rogue mobs. Good to note that when going to GMC Saen, having 500 is not crazy and highly encouraged.

10 Yggdrasil Leaves

Always bring these to resurrect the High Priests or people that died too far from the party to help out.  

30 Fly Wings

This is for GMCs as you cannot teleport in the Endless Tower. You need to keep yourself alive so when everyone is dying and you’re about to die, fly. Save yourself so you can save others. I also recommend to purchasing the Infinite Fly Wing from the Eden Group shop as you would probably need more than 30 for the worst of cases or you can purchase a Teleport Clip (Any accessory with Creamy Card) to help manage your weight.

Your gears:

Lord Kaho's Horn

Any Midgear Int+1 [Mistress Card]

Pussy Cat Bell (Recommended but not a requirement)

Any armour [Marc Card]

Lucius' Fierce Armour of Volcano [RSX Card]

Any staff that gives Dexterity and Intelligence is recommended such as, but not limited to, Dark Thorn Staff or Survivor’s Rod or Any book that gives the same status points

Any shield [Medusa Card]

+7 Stone Buckler or Valkyrja's Shield [Alice Card] (Recommended but not a requirement)

Any shield [Golden Thief Bug Card]

Any garment [Deviling Card]

Any shoes [Eddga Card] (Recommended but not a requirement)

Any shoes [General Egnigem Cenia Card]

Any accessory that gives Dexterity is recommended such as, but not limited to, Celebration Rings

Your Main Skills 

Cobweb

Soul Change

Health Conversion (Minimum Level: 3)

Monster Property

Land Protector (Minimum Level: 3)

Safety Wall Level 10

Deluge

Violent Gale

Volcano

Wall of Fog

Dispell

Gameplay

Keep an eye out for Biolab mobs. Make sure you web them especially Lord Knight Seyrens to keep the party safe. For High Priest Magaletha, cast Land Protector under it so that Snipers will not have a hard time hitting it as it casts Pneuma when receiving long-ranged attacks. Cast Land Protector on the party upon encounter of High Wizard Kathryne so that her Storm Gust does not kill the party. Lastly, after successfully trapping Paladin Randel using your web, Dispell him as he casts Defender, making Snipers’ damage low.

Give the Snipers SP whenever you can. Ask for High Priests to lay Sanctuary under you so that you can continually convert your HP to SP.

Always ask the High Wizard and the High Priest before trading SP as their SP pool is much higher than yours. If you trade when their SP pool is a quarter or so full, you would actually be taking their SP rather than giving.

When the Champion is tanking MVPs that suck SPs (like Kraken), or with mob spawns that suck SPs (like Thanatos Dolor), coordinate with them as to when they are about to re-cast Steel Body so that you can trade SPs for it.

Cast Deluge when the MvP or mob is weak to Water, Violent Gale when it is weak to Wind, and Volcano when it is weak to Fire. If unsure what it is weak to, use Monster Property.

Be mindful of where and when you cast Land Protector as it also prevents your party from casting Pneuma and Safety Wall, and even casting the Teleport Skill. Sanctuaries are also rendered useless on top of Land Protectors

Cast Volcano under the Snipers all the time only if all the Snipers are wearing Lucius’ Fierce Armour [Gloom] as it amplifies their Attack greatly.

Make sure to use your Safety Wall whenever to tank mobs from behind the party or to save party members from dying.

I don’t remember what I had written before I accidentally saved the older version over the newer version so...

[halvatir]

textposts ft. manhwa labs + ch.3 - 3/???  others: 1 // 2 // 4

bonus, pt.3:

wait what are we looking at

[lacrymae]

last night i had a weird vision and now i can truly say, i can go back to write my trademark biolabs fanfiction

[lacrymae]

Seyren Windsor

B) what a good therapeutic ask! took a good day to complete, though

(also for favorite moment, most might be in-game stuff LOL but also a lot will be based on my own interpretation, so, let’s get going?)

what i like about them: i guess i cannot deny my roots, but i’m very much in love with swordsmen! (my first love was isaac from golden sun, fact) but there’s something special in seyren? i honestly have trouble point out what exactly, i guess it is just… his protective streak? i find him to be genuinely a very endearing, adorable character - and also, his sorta awkward streak towards his superior, from what it seems to be on this manhwa! turns out, the concept of seyren being constantly scolded by other knights isn’t as much as headcanon as we thought. ;)

what i dislike about them: the fact he seems to be implied to be too headstrong for his own good. just pay attention to his emotes in-game - if i remember correctly, he practically goes autoberserk on the player and does the angry emote as he slams his sword on you. really, that’d make a very good character flaw - even his fatal flaw, if you want to believe so - but the mere implication of seyren being angry and why he is like that in first place… damn, i’d be upset and furious in his place, too. he’s so stubborn, and sometimes, it feels his own determination hurts him more than it offers him comfort…

favourite moment: his SWORD BEAM OF DOOM. seriously, he’s so hardcore he literally does a kamekameha with a sword. jokes aside, i think he legit has one of the best regular biolabs card illusts! it has a lot more of personality, in my opinion

least favourite moment: WHEN HE LITERALLY MASSACRES ME. DUDE, WE WERE IN LOVE. I LOVED YOU?

a situation with this character that i want to see explored more: i know a lot of his character revolves about his desire of protecting the others but i’d love to see his own internal conflict; how he sees himself in this situation, what his family life is like (he does mention his dad, but i feel he is… rather strict, that weird gut feeling…), and his relationships too - not only margaretha, but all the bios to different degrees. exploring his character not just as trying to protect the others, but also how he fails to protect himself, makes sense?

an interesting AU for this character: modern aus are my favorites. seyren as a cop who is constantly put through weird events after weird event, scolded by bosses? PECO-PECO MOTORBIKES? IMAGINE. also, bonus for randel being partner and scolding him like WINDSOR WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOK WATCH OUT WE’RE GOING TO CRASH and having to pull over eremes/gertie constantly for drunk peco-peco driving… lol

a crossover: dorohedoro, i love dorohedoro crossover LOL i haven’t decided what kind of character he’d be like though… surely he wouldn’t be a magic user, maybe magic user/human? sorta like… shin! but of course not as morally grey but if we go by seyren’s own berserk…. yeah

otp: kathryne

other ships: howard and my joke ship succubus + my oc HAHA

brotp: egnigem, armaia, flamel, sir herman, most of bio3 actually but particulary howard and cecil 

notp: eremes and any of the 1st jobs romantically… sowwy

an assortment of headcanons 

although he’s used to waking up early due to his life back on the knights order, he isn’t a morning person, and is in fact pretty grumpy when he wakes up. and god save your soul if you dare to awaken him abruptly. he’s also very much a light sleeper, and if he’s awoken at night, he cannot go back to sleep

he’s not really much a social person himself - he is most of time cordial, sure, but he doesn’t really considers many as close friends. however, he’s rather relaxed around animals (mainly cats + his own peco-peco)

related to the above - part of not considering himself a social person is because of both being awkward at times and having his own temper. he isn’t a jerk, he‘s just… well, him

because of his status and upbringing, he’s used to speak formal even in the most mundane situations. it’s a habit that sometimes people poke fun at because it comes off as hilarous awkward outside formal context. that’s why it’s terrifying when he goes berserk - it seems like he drops polite/calm speech altogether

his hair is naturally messy. he actually takes a long time brushing it and it doesn’t work at all

he might have grown up in a heavily religious enviroment - family + the knight orders, for example - but as for now, seyren has drifted too far away from his faith. partially because he feels like a failure and feels that he’s sinful. partially because, unlike randel, he was never that deep into his faith in first place

[lacrymae]

Armeyer and Howard

HEHEHEHHE….

armeyer dinze

how I feel about this character: i actually love armeyer very much! for reasons i cannot explain yet, i thought she was… really adorable? and the love hasn’t stopped at all - in fact, she’s on my top 5 bios! :3 and she’s rather pink, so it’s a plus!

all the people i ship romantically with this character: i don’t have many pairings i enjoy among bio2, but i’m a sucker for kavach/armaia! it’s a rather cute “toy”(aren’t they technically teens?) ship of mine of quietness and naivety. 

my non-romantic OTP for this character: i like to imagine flamel and her having a weird big brother + sweet lil sis dynamic! or maybe howard giving her a piggyback! i also like to think of the three 1st job girls as a wonderful trio of friends engaging into adventures. errende as a senior friends works for me, too

my unpopular opinion about this character: i feel she’s the most unpopular biolab girl and that she often is either reduced to really aggressive or just lolicon bait. i wish that didn’t happen, her character striked me very differently…

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: with all the biolabs updates, i’m still angry the kiddos get next to no content about them :”) i wish we got more info of her and of bio2 as a whole!

howard alt-eisen

how I feel about this character: related to the above, the three merchants are on my top 5! i liked howard the moment i saw him, as a i have a thing for big brother-esque, laid-back characters, and hey! he’s actually pretty cute ;)

all the people i ship romantically with this character: my otp for him is with kathryne, because i’m a sucker for pairings of energetic + languid that still bases around mutual support/complement! cecil counts too, but it fluctuates between broship and ship

my non-romantic OTP for this character: everyone who knows me knows that i love to think of howard/seyren as a funny but sweet duo of friends! to the same extent, i enjoy him being akin to a superior/big brother figure for the other two merchants. i have too many for him because i feel he’s very friendly, loud and carefree as he is

my unpopular opinion about this character: i think he’s far more skillful and passionate than anyone gives him credit for! the fact he seems to be only considered as a dumb musclehead makes me sad… he’s one of my favorites

one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i wish we could see his elder sister in-game! i remember he mentioned her, implying they’re rather close or at least that he idolizes her. the idea of little big brother howard is just too cute and sad

[lacrymae]

So... any Bios ships you enjoy?

i like waaaaaay too many and i have updated the list because i believe i was asked this before? but anyways! nowadays there’s a few i stan (i assume you just mean the ghosts sooo)

bio2: armaia/kavach, wickebine/errende, egnigem/errende, errende/armaia, egnigem/kavach

bio3: all the possible f/f pairings, seyren/kathryne, howard/seyren, howard/kathryne, howard/cecil + eremes/krishna

bio4: gertie/celia, flamel/chen

mixed: gertie/cecil, cecil/celia, margaretha/chen, flamel/seyren, flamel/cecil

… and  how to forget the true biolabs otp: wolfchev x glass beads

[lacrymae]

king of pain is a song that makes very sad, and not just for the lyrics themselves and the melody, but also because ever since i had this one talk with my best friend, i cannot stop associating it with seyren windsor?

and curiously, i put this song as part of the new playlist i’ve put on my blog HAHA

so, seyren, is a really important character to me? like, sure i knew he was tragic a character, but never stopped to think how - what kind of toll his fate would have weight on him, what could have been like when he was alive? just, why was he condemned to such hellish fate? why his companions, too?

he just looks... so angry and miserable? although in my headcanon he was a knight with a pseudo-deliquent streak, neverthless he did was he thought was the right thing - a headstrong person, yet rebellious, following what the jro canon suggests

though i reject the idea of a+ leader because drama AM I RIGHT

even in terra gloria, the truth of his fate gets so much worse and TO BE HONEST I’LL NEVER BE DONE CRYING OVER MY FAVE, MY HUSBAND, MY LOVE, BECAUSE HE DESERVES MUCH BETTER THAN THIS HORRIFYING DESTINY HE WAS CONDENMED TO

but ok what if he feels so much guilt for, in his own vision, having brought down everyone with him? all this pent-up rage and guilt, slowly turning into suicidal despair... ok, i’m getting angsty

(and i mustn’t throw my otp in the way because lol nana don’t be biased)

and yet, seyren windsor is such an important character to me, he has brought me so many emotions - anger, sadness, happiness, melancholy, nostalgia - this can apply to all the biolabs characters of course, but... seyren has something special to me, and he means much more than anyone will ever realize

and armaia/kathryne/flamel too but i’m just centering around seyren now

and going back to the song, king of pain by the police, i’ll refer to these set of lyrics for a moment:

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

perhaps he’d like it to be over? this awful torture he and everyone has been through for god knows how long? sometimes, in my head, i picture him looking at the labs he’s confined it - that horrible place he’s stuck in - muttering to himself: “i cannot take it any longer”

trying to put up a strong facade, plus “bearing” the title of leader, i feel he’d have a lot of pressure on his shoulders, a pressure than can break even the toughest of the people

hell, even in my headcanon i can picture him crying

ugh, anyways, my silly rambling fueled by boredom and intense creative mood and listening to the police non-stop for half an hour or so

[lacrymae]

SEYREN AND ALL BIO3 GIRLS MAYBE

OH YEAH. let’s go on it, then!

seyren/margaretha.

i consider this ship’s feelings: mutual | mixed | strange | awkward | platonic | sibling-like | one-sided | they don’t really like each other |

i’d consider the relationship: healthy | awkward | abusive | doesn’t work properly | they’d never get together |

children: no | yes | they’d think about it

general opinion: hey, is it me or 90% of the biolab fans ship or at least have some fondness for this pair? i don’t blame you, this was baby nana’s first biolab otp, after all. if you want my opinion, they’d understand each other’s moral dilemmas very well - margaretha with her faith, seyren with his knightly code. i feel they’d get along well, but if you prefer romantic/platonic, take your pick! personally, my favorite scenario is like unrequited love or strong friendship nowadays, but romantic is also GREAT.

seyren/kathryne.

i consider this ship’s feelings: mutual | mixed | strange | awkward | platonic | sibling-like | one-sided | they don’t really like each other |

i’d consider the relationship: healthy | awkward | abusive | doesn’t work properly | they’d never get together |

children: no | yes | they’d think about it

general opinion: did you mean - my bio3 otp? i’m extremely surprised i have never seen anyone consider this pairing because, it’s super charming to me. though, going by canon, i have the feeling it’d end rather one sided - from kathryne or from seyren, take your pick. personally i think they make a super cute pair and i really love them lots and i have a few stuff from them saved on google docs. i just like seyren with cute girls… hehe.

seyren/cecil.

i consider this ship’s feelings: mutual | mixed | strange | awkward | platonic | sibling-like | one-sided | they don’t really like each other |

i’d consider the relationship: healthy | awkward | abusive | doesn’t work properly | they’d never get together |

children: no | yes | they’d think about it

general opinion: although i’m someone who tends to ship seyren mostly with ladies, cecil is… a rather complicated case to me. at best, i see it as ‘cecil is probably too bubbly for seyren but he still checks on her because companions at all even if there’s a few arguments here and there’, at “worst”, an unrequited crush. either way, i like to think them more as companions/friends than anything, whoops!

[lacrymae]

You mentioned you liked Seyren. Have any headcanons for him?

yes, yes i do! i really love seyren so i can spend hours and hours talking about him! (besides, i dumped way too many on my best friend, so, it’s time to finally let them shine)

just a small thing but i believe that my own vision of seyren perhaps differs a little to what the fandom usually agrees upon? and maybe it’s a little emo + only tidbits of canon info here and there, but, i hope you enjoy neverthless!

onwards on the post.

to sum up my own interpretation of seyren, it’d be something like ‘upset outside, VERY depressed inside’ and i believe this where i differ from many - sure he does have a temper (if going by his in-game illust, at least, the first) but for some reason he gives me this vibe of being rather miserable? hm, this is making no sense, let me sum it up quickly

to me, seyren puts on a tough face since he technically has the ‘title’ of leader of the third floor (my main basis is because he has a sword, because, WELL, don’t heroes always prefer swords? lol) but with all the crap and pressure in a situation as hopeless as theirs, such stuff would take a toll on anyone, no matter how tough. the position of leader isn’t something easy, and if he breaks down - or so he thinks - what will happen? what will happen to his companions?

seyren is like the hero of the floor - mostly going by how, out of the entire biolabs, he’s right now the only one who gets a dialogue image and stuff - but since i’m mean, i love to twist it for all its tragedy worth; think of him as being sorta of an older character but also as a deconstruction of “hot-blooded hero with a heart of gold underneath who puts up with a lot of crap”, then add severe depression on the mix:

he’s very headstrong. if he has an idea on mind, he will lock on it. also, a point i make here that in my own take of seyren, he’s ironically the most emotional and hot-blooded out of the bio3 guys - howard reads more like a level-headed pillar of support, eremes can keep a cool head due to the nature of his job - seyren? seyren’s pride can be hurt easily, despite the fact he oh so not wants to appear as that. 

going by that point, seyren is more temperamental than howard and eremes. the latter points it out all the time as his main flaw - and probably his fatal flaw, if you like to go a step further. it angers him a lot, but in a begrundgily way, admits that he is right.

seyren also has problems with personal bonds, and catches up with jokes somewhat slower than others. he doesn’t really have bad intentions - rather, he means the best - it’s just that… he’s awkward in the worst sense possible. 

however, if you managed to break through the layers of self-loathing and self-imposed pressure, he isn’t a bad guy. sure, he needs to work on his temper, but he really really tries to do the right thing and genuinely fears that he isn’t strong enough. maybe he’s just a very troubled man.

the next headcanon implies seyren has a very poor image of himself, and probably never had many close friends growing up. he’s sorta afraid of strong bonds, as he really doesn’t like showing his vulnerable side more. he feels more at ease with animals - peco pecos and cats, mainly - to everyone’s surprise.

once he finally starts a bit more comfortable with the others, though, he shows other facets of his personality - who knows, maybe he can be quite the gentleman at times… or so he tries, and comes off as an adorable dork. 

for his relationships, while i think he is rather close to howard - since howard reads like a nice guy and the kind of reliable friend - i like to think he’s also close to margaretha and kathryne - the latter who is, while honest and true to her beliefs, a good listener and rather calming. cecil and him, while not exactly close, eventually reach a common ground and respect/value each other despite everything, but eremes is… a special case.

i hope you enjoyed! i know this made no sense but... i might make a better post one day!

[lacrymae]

4 and 8

yay! (/^▽^)/

what are some themes you love writing about?

i mostly write about sad themes (the dark side of human psyche, loss, self-loathing, lack of communication, loneliness, existentialism, atonement) but the catch is - i prefer to mix these ones with happier/heartwarming ones (friendship/romance, acceptance, forgiveness, solace, victory, loyalty, wonder). they tend to give out nice results, and i’m not bitter enough to make hopelessly depressing stories.

is there a character you love writing for the most? the least? why?

faves.

if it’s fanfiction, i love writing about any of the biolab denizens but specially seyren, armaia and kathryne due to awesome storyline + how much these characters mean to me + biolabs being an, eh, special interest of mine. 

if it’s original, then robin nise because he’s probably my favorite oc i’ve ever created because screwy logic + cockiness/sarcasm to deal with awful things, octavio is also a second close one because kindhearted simpleton who is also an esper + heavy motorbike enthusiast.

least faves.

if it’s for fanfiction, then uh, frankly the only biolab peeps i really do not like writing for are eremes and randell. they’re just really hard characters to grasp to me? there’s other stuff i’m not going to delve about. also, i loathe moonlight flower so yeah.

if it’s original character, maybe victor but only because, compared to gloria and robin, i have to yet develop him extensely.

[lacrymae]

Yo any Bioships you like

IT’S TIME FOR THE TALK.

can i include those i only like as friendships? i’ll include them as well. just so you know, i’m preeeeetty sure i have a bad taste... hehe,,,

bio2: armaia/kavach, egnigem/errendebio3: seyren/kathryne, seyren/margarethabio4: chen/celia, celia/gertiemix-match: seyren/flamel, gertie/cecilfriendship-only: celia/trentini, seyren/howard, egnigem/armaia, laurell/errende, seyren/egnigem, armaia/flamel, chen/alphoccio, gertie/flamel, gertie/wickebine, cecil/wickebine, kavach/any of the other archers, margaretha/errende, howard/armaia, alphoccio/flamel, randell/laurell

there’s a few i’m curious about - like howard/margaretha or errende/wickebine. 

... and can i add seyren/succubus here? lol