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animereaderinsertwriter · 17 days ago

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we give what we can give (and take what little we deserve)

ch 5

pairing: alpha!kakashi x omega!reader

tags: omegaverse, arranged marriage, angst and fluff and smut, plot twist!

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Kakashi agrees to marry an omega princess-- the adopted daughter of the daimyo. However, what he agrees to and what he gets aren't exactly the same thing...

Excerpt: “You’re hurting me,” she cried, those glistening tears making glittery tracks down her cheeks. Her pain wrenched at his heart even as he held her fast. “Let go, let go!”

“If I let go, are you going to hit me?”

“No,” she sniffled piteously, and like a fool, Kakahshi let her go.

She poked him in the eye and made a break for the door.

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Kakashi woke suddenly.

Battlefield sharp, he strained his ears to listen to the darkness for what had woken him, but heard nothing. With slow, sure hands, he felt his way to his mask, donned it, and slipped out from beneath his covers. Kakashi moved, shadow-like, towards the door to his bedroom, then down the hallway towards the stairs. He approached his wife’s bedroom door, and found it ajar. Pooled on the floor like a puddle of dark indigo water was her silk robe— odd, surely, because no matter her mood, there was one thing Kakashi knew about (Y/N) for certain from living with her for weeks. She liked things nice and orderly.

After a quick scan of her room, Kakashi descended the stairs. As he concentrated on the sounds of the house, he could make out the tell-tale thwack of hard fists and forearms against a wooden training dummy. A week ago, he had assembled it at (Y/N)’s behest and set it up in the room that she had claimed for her study; now, he crept silently towards the room, feeling watched, hunted.

He slipped quietly up to the door. It was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of golden light to filter through in a long, angular shape on the hallway’s shadowed floor. Even from a few feet back, he could smell the tea-earth-rain scent of his wife, thick and heady in the air from her sweat. Curious, he peeked through the crack in the door, and was not disappointed by what he saw.

(Y/N) was in her own world. She wore a pair of shorts and a mesh armor shirt, no doubt borrowed from Iruka, and her lips were peeled back in a ferocious snarl as she moved through the forms of strikes on the dummy. Had she shinobi strength, it was likely that she would be cracking the hard wood with the force of her blows— but, as it was, she was likely bruising her own flesh more than doing any harm to the dummy. Still, her form was good. After she had trained with Gai a few weeks ago, she had taken up more and more time training, and her form showed it. Kakashi allowed himself a moment more of watching her before he decided to interrupt.

“Yo.”

Her head whipped around, her eyes sharp and chest heaving. Sweat slicked strands of hair to her forehead, and Kakashi was sure he was imagining it, but her incisors seemed to gleam in the low light.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, stepping forward— but the innocent gesture was met with a snarl. (Y/N)’s lip curled upwards in a fierce baring of teeth, and her scent flared sharply.

Interesting.

Kakashi took another cautious step forward. It was one step too many.

Fierce, (Y/N) threw the full force of her body behind a wild punch aimed at his face. Kakashi caught it easily, and managed to dodge a wicked kick to the abdomen in the process. Truly enraged then, she threw a desperate punch with her other hand, but Kakashi caught that too and held her fast. Inarticulate, she snarled again and again, teeth bared and body writhing. At this range, her scent was almost a taste, and, like bowstring bent by a master archer, her body was taught within his grip, poised to unleash death if only she was released.

“Let… go,” she managed, her tongue barely escaping the sharpness of her incisors.

“Why?” Kakashi kept his tone light, but his meaning was deadly serious.“So you can attack me again?”

As he spoke, he leaned forward, and she lunged, snapping with her teeth. She only just missed his nose. For all her trouble, though, she only found herself held in an altered taijutsu hold with his strong arm around her neck, pressing against her windpipe, and his legs tangled in hers.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he groused, pulling her closer when she struggled even harder— but then her ass brushed against his half-hard dick, and she froze. She repeated the movement, trembling, and it dawned on Kakashi that there was a perfectly viable explanation for what was happening.

“Oh… oh.” She moved again, and he groaned, cursing his stupidity. “That… makes sense.”

His wife was in heat.

He moved his hands from her wrists, relocating. One snaked its way between her legs, the other resting at her hip. The hand between her legs began stroking her sex from hole to hood, brushing her clit through her clothes, and she began to shake even harder.

“Do you think you can come on my fingers?” he asked, knowing his breath on her neck would make her shiver. He moved his hand beneath her waistband, feeling the feverish heat of her skin beneath his palm. “I need you coherent, but that’s not going to happen unless you get some relief.”

She whined— it was likely that fingers had little to nothing to do with what she wanted— but then one long digit entered her to the knuckle, and she seemed to find merit in it. She chased her high like a horny teenager humping her lonely pillow, like a sex goddess in the frenzy of her own delight, and Kakashi scraped cloth-covered teeth over her neck as he worked his wrist to finger-fuck her. Losing himself a bit, Kakashi began to rock his hips into the delicious pressure of her ass against him, chasing that almost-fucking feeling until, jarringly, he found himself shoved away and (Y/N) crawling in a rather undignified manner as far away from him as fast as she could manage it.

That wouldn't do.

Kakashi flickered in front of her, blocking her way out. The sharingan, he noticed, was open now, and his pretty wife stared at it with a mix of animal fear, trepidation, and desire. Suddenly aware of his body’s intense reaction, he forced himself to breathe deeply and suppress his scent. He needed to reassure his omega that she was safe, that he would not hurt her. But— how?

An idea came to him. On instinct, he knelt before her. Oh, that heat-scent of hers was already altering his thoughts and desires, making him want to press his face into the apex of her thighs. He was in so much trouble.

“Come, princess.” His voice sounded rough even to him. “Let me make you feel good.”

His wife eyed him warily— as well she might; he wanted her more with every second that passed— but eventually, she lowered herself to her knees as well, seemingly willing to engage in mirroring him.

“That's the way.” He reached out a hand, spreading his fingers wide so that she could see that he was unarmed. For a while, she did not move, taking her time to stare into his eyes, but eventually, she brought a hand up to touch his.

“Good. Easy, now— can you move a bit? Onto your back, maybe?”

She studied him for a only a moment before indulging him, and Kakashi couldn't fight off a grin

“Brave girl.

Moving slowly so as not to startle her, Kakashi began to peel off the spandex shorts she wore, careful that her underwear remained where it was. With barely contained eagerness, he leaned over her, aligning their sexes, and with his masked nose brushing his wife’s bare one, he pushed against her to create that electric, toe-curling friction that would weaken even the bravest shinobi.

“Open your mouth,” he said, aware that he was being increasingly less reasonable and level headed about this than maybe he ought. “I want you to suck on my fingers.”

Moaning, his wife wasted no time in sucking his longest finger down to the knuckle. Caught between rocking his hips into her and trying not to come from the feel of her mouth around his fingers, Kakashi counted it a blessing that she came hard and fast just from that humping, delicious friction, shuddering and shaking and breathless. He held her tight through her tremors, and when her body had stilled, she looked up at him with frightened eyes that broke his heart.

“Kakashi?”

“Yes, princess?”

She blinked hard, as if to dispel some dream. Then frowned more deeply, her chin trembling as though she might cry.

“Did I just…”

She trailed off, then scrambled to sit up, almost slamming her head into his chin on the way up. Kakashi held her shoulders, soft but firm.

“You just attacked me, yes.” Kakashi spoke in slow, easy tones. Best to keep the poor thing on an even keel lest she decided trying to kill him again seemed like a good idea. “And then you just came harder than I've ever seen anyone come before from a little dry humping— though, to be fair, I'm fairly certain— that is, well— you are in heat, aren't you?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, horrified, then she hid her face in her hands.

“Hey.”

Kakashi put his hands gently around her wrists, peeling her palms from her face.

“It's alright. Hormones make everyone a bit strange. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

She boggled at him.

“Kakashi-san!” she scolded him, incredulous. “I attacked you! I took a swing— no, several swings!— at you! And in your own home! I had no right—”

“You haven't hurt me, and this is our home,” he insisted, caressing her face. His thumb brushed over the ridge of bone where her cheek met her eyes. She really was so unfairly beautiful. “No offense, but I doubt you could hurt me. No harm has been done, my wife— and I owe you some care for how well you’ve taken care of me during my recovery.”

She shivered again.

“I should go away. I mean— I shall go away. For my heat, I mean. To— uh, a clinic.”

Kakashi’s chest tightened.

“You’re certain?”

“Uhm— yes.”

Kakashi rocked back, settling his weight on his heels, flabbergasted. Was he truly not preferable to a stranger to her?

“It's settled then— and so easily.” He tried to keep his feelings out of his voice. Sotto voce, he added, “Incredibly easily, it seems.”

She shook her head. The heat was returning, fogging her faculties.

“I… I'm not sure I understand. Are there… are there not… facilities that I might use here?”

Kakashi's teeth ground.

“There is a clinic, and it offers any and all the things you might need. I'll be happy to escort you there.”

Something was wrong. Her scent was sharp with distress, and she began to look a bit sick.

“I have offended you.” It was not a question. “Forgive me, husband, I meant no offense. I don't feel well.”

Kakashi softened immediately, clamping a firm hold over his chakra control for his scent. What the hell was he thinking, letting her know his disappointment? Not that he had meant to— but he shouldn't be feeling it at all. How she wanted to deal with her heat was her business, and rightfully so. They were little better than strangers. She owed him nothing.

“No, I should be the one asking for forgiveness.” He pressed his forehead against her, closing the sharingan. “I’m being selfish. You should spend your heat wherever and however and with whomever you feel the most comfortable. I just…”

Kakashi closed his other eye, exhaling. Bonehead alpha foolishness, all of it.

“What is it, Kakashi?”

He reopened his good eye. Looking at her there, sick and sad and shaking, what could he give her but honesty?

“You’re my wife. It's my responsibility to help you; I'm oathbound to it, not to mention—”

Kakashi didn't need to finish.

“You owe me nothing,” she told him, reaching up to touch his hair. As she twirled a long silver strand around her finger, Kakashi's skin tingled. “I am oathbound to care for you in sickness and in health, and, well— I doubt it would all be, ah, gentle enough with me to safely be with you since you haven’t fully recovered yet. I, uhm…”

The sharingan fluttered open of its own accord, traitorously reflecting the interest that Kakashi was trying so desperately to hide.

“It's sort of always been my secret, but my heat makes me… aggressive. I wouldn't subject you to what I'm like during even a regular heat— but I've been on suppressants for a while now, and there's no way of knowing how bad it will get this go around knowing that I've come off of them. There's probably more of what you got earlier to come, and with you being chakra depleted, I don’t want to cause you any undue… stress.”

Kakashi clung to his chakra control for dear life. His nails bit into his palm with the force of his resolve. He would not lose his composure, no matter how the alpha in him howled for it.

“A secret for a secret, then.”

He lowered his face until his mouth was next to her ear, his voice slow and rough and full of promise.

“I like my women with a little teeth on them.”

She whined again, high-pitched and breathy. Kakashi wanted to lick her all over.

“Please.”

The word was barely spoken, but Kakashi heard it nonetheless.

“Please what, princess?”

“Please. I just—”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung hard to them as if seizing driftwood in a riptide, and Kakashi held her close in turn.

“I know,” he breathed into the skin of her neck, his cock so hard it ached, “I know it's hard, but I need an answer before you slip back into heat-fever. Can I take care of you?”

“I—I don't want to— to hurt you.”

Oh, how the wrongness in Kakashi sang at that dark promise of sharp-edged fulfillment! His hips bucked against his will, and (Y/N) gasped in desperate, surprised pleasure.

“You won't hurt me. I doubt you could.”

“Kakashi—”

“I won't beg you.” Kakashi pressed his mouth against her ear. “I won't— but I want you. Will you have me?”

Her chest was heaving. Wetness slid down her cheek, dripping from her jaw to her neck. Her distress was understandable, but Kakashi hated to see her cry. Through his mask, Kakashi kissed her temple with all the tender affection in his heart, and something within her seemed to shatter.

“Yes. God, please— yes.”

The relief Kakashi felt was instant— but ever greedy, he pressed for more.

“I want to kiss you.”

(Y/N) blinked.

“Wh-aa-t?”

“I want to kiss you— but without this.” He tapped his mask. “Would it be okay if I blindfolded you?”

Her brows knit.

“Blindfolded…?”

Kakashi dangled his hitai-ate in front of her.

“It would just be until I'm done using my mouth. We don't have to, but—”

He cupped her cheek with the palm of a calloused hand.

“I want to kiss you without my mask on.”

“A secret for a secret…” (Y/N)’s voice was soft as her hands found their way into Kakashi’s hair once more. “I've read the first Icha Icha book from your bookshelf— you know, the one with the clones?”

A thousand fantasies flashed before Kakashi's eyes at once, and eagerly, he said,

“Yeah, I know the one. It's my favorite.”

“So… why not make a clone and have him cover my eyes for you? A blindfold might slip, or…” she colored slightly. “In my heat, there might be a temptation for me to remove it that I can't fight. Your own care and attention would ensure your protection.”

Could she be any more perfect? Thinking of his comfort at a time like this, but then— did that mean? Surely she wasn't asking—?

“Don't tempt me,” he said hoarsely. “We haven't had the proper space and time to talk about this kind of thing.”

It was too late, though. The heat-flush was already creeping back into her skin, and (Y/N) was a woman accustomed to getting what she wanted when she wanted it. Kakashi never stood a chance.

“There is nothing to talk about. Give me your clone, alpha-san.”

Kakashi flashed a hand sign and breathed a sharp, breathless,

“Kai.”

Nothing changed. Not a genjutsu after all, then. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side, confused, and Kakashi smiled. A few hand signs and sharp murmur later, and there was a second Kakashi kneeling beside him.

(Y/N) looked at him— both of him, back and forth— suddenly elated, greedily, salivating.

If this is a dream, Kakashi thought, squeezing his cock through his pants, I hope I never wake.

Tired, spent, aching, Kakashi watched as (Y/N) kissed one of his clones, sucking on the poor thing’s tongue while its counterpart fucked her from behind, its too-big hands over her eyes. From his seat against the wall, he had the perfect angle to view her naked body as she took his clone’s cock over and over again until, inevitably, she broke away from the clone in front of her to cry out for more and deeper and harder. Kakashi— and his clones— had learned from experience that nothing could soothe that ache except a knot, and not even then would she be satisfied. Mad with want, she would grind back on his knot, fucking herself with it though it had to hurt, and then, with sobs of dissatisfaction, she would cry for another until one of the Kakashis would give in and let her suck him off just shy of knotting in her mouth. It was a process that had repeated itself in endless iterations for a few hours now, and Kakashi was beginning to get worried.

I'm ruined, he thought, watching his clone knot his wife, overspilling come dribbling onto the dark wood of the floor. I can never go away on missions again for fear of missing this.

Kakashi was glad (Y/N) had agreed not to go to the clinic. He could never share this with anyone— never, never, not ever. The sight of her like this, wrecked and ruinous, was for him and him alone. His wife should never be so wanton anywhere but the home of his clan; her pretty knees should never kneel anywhere but the soft rug passed down through generations of his family, surrounded by luxury bought with bloodshed, raided from the homes of the weak and unworthy. She was a princess, a ruler by nature if not by blood— and Kakashi would ever keep his conqueress in comfort with the spoils of wars won and enemies slain.

“Yes,” she hissed, pulling the hair of the clone she was kissing, keeping its head close to hers. “Mm, fuck— kiss me, kiss m—”

It cut her off with a bruising kiss. Fierce, incisors distended, she bit the clone’s lower lip hard enough to make it groan, and Kakashi shuddered.

Such aggression— another reason to be glad she had decided against the clinic. Kakashi doubted anyone in Konoha, however qualified, could have kept pace with his sweet she-wolf. Kakashi himself was covered head to toe with scratches and bites and bruises, sore all over from the unusual use of his stamina, and it was taking considerable effort to keep his clones from dissipating in poofs of orgasm-induced smoke. By his reckoning, such passion might well kill an ordinary shinobi— and, what was worse, she was so heartbreakingly tender in her moments of brief lucidity that Kakashi wanted to fuck that softened version of her even more than he had her lustful counterpart.

“Another secret,” she had demanded of him, all night and well into the day, chest heaving, eyes full of tears— and he had indulged her, trading those smallest and benign of his unspeakable truths for ones of her own. In the throes of passion, Kakashi had told her things he'd never spoken aloud. Foolish things, things that never mattered, things that had always mattered. Each of them, he unfolded to her in strictest confidence, and in turn, he received the small, writhing confidences of hers: his “I joined ANBU at thirteen’s, ‘my father killed himself because of the village he would gladly have died for’s, and ‘I was a horrible child’s were met with ‘Mariko-san, my piano teacher, was my only real friend until I came to this village’s, and ‘I’ve always wondered if my father really loved me’s and ‘I have never felt like I belonged anywhere’s. The pain of their pasts— the howling darkness of their lonely childhoods— matched each with the other pace-for-pace, his war and her isolation conjoined. Kakashi had never felt so seen, so felt, so deeply understood.

“Kakashi!” his wife cried, half-screaming as she rocked back into his clone. Since he and the clone in front of her were both masked, the clone behind her had uncovered her eyes— and, though she surely did not know which one of him was the real one, her eyes found his across the room as she pleaded. “Kakashi, please, please—”

The Kakashi behind her removed its mask and kissed her lewdly, drawing her back to sink more deeply onto its knot. Kakashi watched distantly as the clone’s tongue plunged into her mouth, and, watching, he felt the phantom of her lips suckle there, as though he could still taste the warmth of her spit. The Kakashi in front of her, unable to help himself, teethed at her bare breasts through his mask, and— Kakashi noticed with shiver— pressed his tongue against the navy cloth where it brushed her nipples. That clone knew damn well that it was only stoking her fire, and that it was nearing its own corporeal limits, but neither it nor the real Kakashi cared. Kakashi watched on hungrily, popping another soldier pill in hopes of recovering faster. Sharing (Y/N) with anyone, even other versions of himself, was only palatable for so long.

Gingerly, Kakashi raised himself to his feet. With slow steps, he slipped over to his clone, touching its bare shoulder with his hand. It looked up at him, curious at being disturbed from its task; Kakashi knelt beside it, touched its neck, its chest, its belly. Reminiscent of his lonely teenage years, Kakashi caressed the copy of himself, following a trail of silver hair to his cock. With a little spit and a firm hand, he stroked his clone; it sighed and shuddered beneath his hand, and, in the shadow of its jaw, Kakashi placed mask-covered kisses that he knew would make himself shudder later.

“You've done well.” As Kakashi spoke, the clone touched him in turn, coaxing his erection from half-mast to full hardness. It was a miracle he could even manage it. “Has she hurt you badly?”

Behind the tiredness, his clone’s eyes were hungry.

“Not nearly enough for my liking.”

Kakashi knew what his copy meant. That feeling was an echo of his own heart. (Y/N) had marked him and used him and exhausted him— but she had not bonded him. He ached for those teeth of hers to sink into the junction of his neck and shoulder; terribly, he longed to have her Mark on him, to be bound to her forever at the very soul. It was a foolish thing indeed for him to want, only having known her for a relatively short while, but then, why shouldn't he want it? On paper, they already belonged together. What difference would it make to give truth to the legality of their marriage?

“I could do it,” said the clone who was knotted, stuck within her. His words were garbled by the swelling of his canines. “She wants it. She would give you her Mark if you initiated the bond.”

This Kakashi also knew— but it was not uncommon for an omega in heat to want things that they may not want otherwise. So she had begged to be bonded an hour ago. Who said she would feel the same way in another hour? She was currently halfway to sleep, poor thing, collapsed against the chest of the clone behind her. She was in no state to be making any kind of life-altering decisions.

Then again…Kakashi wasn’t not under the influence of friendly sex chemicals, and the desire to allow a bonding between them was so strong that he longed to give the thought wings and let it fly. Perhaps she was just responding to a desire that had already been there. Perhaps, in being his constant companion for hours on end, she had found something worthy in him as he had found in her. He’d known of bonds that had come from less. After all, Kushina-san had bonded Minato-sensei unknowingly years before they were married, from a scratch on his arm— an unlikely coincidence, but a happy one. It had not lessened her claim on him, nor her love. It mattered not whether they were in love because they were mates, or mates because they were in love. That love was strong, enduring.

Even at the end, Kushina had loved Minato, and Minato had loved her back.

“It would be foolish,” he sighed. “We can't.”

“We can,” his clone observed, poking his nose rather cutely into (Y/N)’s hair. “You won't.”

Well, there it was. The other clone, eager to put its two cents in, leaned its forehead against Kakashi's.

“You've never done a foolish thing in your life. Aren't you even tempted to try it, just the once?”

Kakashi shook his head.

“You've done well,” he repeated. “Take a break and eat some soldier pills. We’ll take care of her while you rest, and once you're able, she'll need food and water.”

The clone sighed but acquiesced. Its comrade, who was making itself comfortable cradling (Y/N), shifted to allow Kakashi close enough to inspect her and the place where they were joined for any abnormalities. With gentle hands, Kakashi cleaned both of them as best he could,

“Ka—kashi?”

(Y/N)’s eyes cracked open. Though she squinted blearily against the exhaustion Kakashi knew she must be feeling, he could still see the intense dilation of her pupil. With great care, he cradled her face, gently shielding her eyes from the light streaming in through the windows, and answered her quiet plea with the softest part of his heart.

“Yes, my wife?”

He would give her anything now, if she asked for it. Conqueress indeed.

“Can I have… another secret?”

“Of course.”

She closed her eyes then, sinking back into the clone that held her. Kakashi traced the line of her throat with the pad of a finger.

“I've never been in love before,” he confessed quietly, letting his finger rest on her pulse. It was slower now than it had been, but still hard and fast as her heart ached and churned with her heat. “I'm afraid I won't know it when I've felt it.”

For a moment, he didn't think she heard— but then her reply came, and Kakashi wished he had denied her any more secrets.

“Why?”

He pulled his hand away, but the damage was done. Powerless, enthralled by her, he told her the truth.

“I think I might have loved a girl once.” He paused, noticing (Y/N)’s shiver. He touched her come-swollen belly and found it too cold for his liking. Thighs aching, he leaned over to pick up his torn flak jacket and used it to cover her before continuing. “I wasn't in love, I don't think, but… I did love her. I didn't know. I didn't know how to know, and then—”

The words caught in his throat. (Y/N) cracked open an eye, and as though by magnetic attraction, the admission was dislodged.

“And then I killed her. She— I put a chidori right through her chest. I didn't mean to, but I did.”

“Your partner— Rin?”

Kakashi wasn't sure how (Y/N) had come by that name. He also wasn't sure if he wished she had never spoken it, or if he wanted to hear her say it again.

“Yes. I think she loved me, too, but Obito—” how caustic that name was even now, how much it chafed at him that his teammate’s eye, so full of power, was threatening to cry!— “loved her more and better than I ever could. He loved us both more, like only an omega can. To him, everyone was clan, everyone was pack. He never met anybody he didn't love with his whole heart, but Rin— she was special. I wish I could have loved her like he did, with that same depth of feeling. If I hadn’t been a stupid, angsty teenager, if I had just—”

Kakashi cut himself off. (Y/N) had asked for a secret, and he had given her too many. His hand drifted to her jaw, cradling her face; gently, he moved it so that he could press his face against the scent gland at her neck, taking comfort from her presence. As he did so, her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer.

“Love isn't something you feel,” she murmured, stroking his hair. “It's something you do. I think you loved her plenty. I think you loved them both.”

That logic didn't make it any better. In the end, he'd killed Rin, failed to save Obito— the details didn't matter enough to outweigh those facts. How was that for love?

“Don't torture yourself.” (Y/N)’s eyes were fully open now. It wouldn't be long until her heat overtook her again, but for now, she was lucid. “You were a child. You were wounded, grieving. Don't you think they knew that?”

“Doesn't matter. They're both dead now. I'm the reason for it, stood to gain from it.”

“Happenstance.” Her chest heaved with the effort, but she straightened, forcing Kakashi to sit back on his heels. “There was a war on.”

With her movement, the clone behind her shifted. The motion revealed the loosening of its knot within her, and (Y/N), shaky as a newborn fawn, detached herself and began moving on her knees to close the distance between Kakashi and herself. In the process, the flak jacket that had covered her fell off, and the clone, exhausted, poofed out of existence, leaving them alone together— both bare, naked in flesh and in soul. With shaking hands, she cupped his cheeks over his mask. For a moment, she just looked at him. Then, with trembling tenderness, she kissed his eyelids, left, then right.

“A secret for a secret.” Her breath brushed his lashes, and Kakashi opened his eyes, unable to remain bereft of seeing her. She was close to him— too close— and he was struck with the desire to count her lashes one by one. “I have killed before. Not as much as you, perhaps, but I have done it enough to know that there is nothing that it can mend. Rather, it cuts and tears and bedraggles you until you are unrecognizable. War begets killers. Killers beget death. Death begets itself in bastardous, incestuous, selfward unions until there is nothing left. You and your friends… you were shinobi. Killers. Death caught them and missed you in a stroke of chance. Just rotten chance, that's all.”

Her words were a riptide, and Kakashi had lost his footing. He did not know if he should feel hurt or relieved, enraged or soothed.

“Chance?” his voice sounded raw. “You really believe that? You really think that they died for no reason other than—”

“Yes.” She moved impossibly closer until Kakashi could feel the spend that was dripping from her leak onto his thighs. “It could just as easily have been you that died. I might not have been there, and I might not know war the way that you do, but I have seen its face and kissed its hands for a chance to cut its throat. It does not discriminate, not by sex, not by goodness, and not even by skill. So yes, it took your friends by chance. You have nothing to do with it. You are a survivor not from merit, but from pure dumb luck.”

She kissed his brow, seeming to swallow more words that she could not bear to say.

Kakashi didn't understand.

I have killed before.

War… I have seen its face and kissed its hands for a chance it cut its throat.

Just who had he married? What had she been through? He ached to know, longed to ask— but she had truly not asked more of him than he could give, so he would not ask more of her. Instead, he pulled (Y/N) close and held her there, letting her settle into his lap. As she did so, her head rested in the crook of his shoulder, and her weight settled heavily on him, as though she had no strength with which to hold herself. Right on time, his clone popped its head around the doorframe, wearing (Y/N)’s pink-and-green polka dotted apron over its naked body.

“Food’s ready,” it said, eyes drooping more than Kakashi's own naturally heavy-lidded gaze. “Tried to rest, but…”

Its eyes slid to (Y/N). Kakashi understood. He doubted he'd have been able to rest with a heat-scent as strong and lovely as hers either.

“You're dismissed. I've got her for now.”

The clone nodded, grateful, and then it was gone in a puff of smoke. The chakra-being’s memories hit him like a freight train, and he threw his head back as his cock twitched in heaving, dry orgasm. After a few minutes of recovery, Kakashi turned weakly back to the omega in his arms and asked,

“Can you walk?”

He felt rather than saw (Y/N) shake her head.

“My whole b-body hurts. ”

“Alright.”

It took some effort, but Kakashi managed to stand directly to his feet without letting go of (Y/N). Once he was on his feet, her legs wrapped around his torso, he brought her past the shadows of the hallway and into the kitchen. His clone, bless it, had already set the table with bowls of soup, so Kakashi took the nearest seat and balanced (Y/N) on his lap.

“You need to eat,” he murmured into her ear. “Come, sit up. I'll feed you, if you'd like.”

(Y/N) pulled away from him, and Kakashi reached around her to ladle some broth into a spoon. He lifted it to her lips, watched as she drank it, and repeated the process. Once she kept some broth down, protein was next, then the vegetables that she could bear to eat. By the time it came to that, though, her skin was beginning to feel warmer, and her mind was becoming more restless and distractible; there wouldn't be much more time until she would be ready again, and Kakashi hadn't yet eaten.

“M’sorry,” she said as her tremors returned. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes. “I can't con-control it like I u-used to, before suppressants.”

His hands cupped either side of her face, his thumbs moving to collect her tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He held the desire to kiss her, face bare and maskless, close to his chest, refusing either to release it or indulge it. There would be a time for him to reveal his face to her. That time had not yet come. Soon, perhaps, if feelings between them continued to grow— but not now. “I said I would help you, didn't I?”

“Yes, but—”

She looked behind her at the unfinished bowl meant for him. Kakasi drew her back to him with a hand on her chin.

“But nothing. I need less to live on than you think. Besides,” he grinned, “there's always soldier pills and ration bars.”

She scowled weakly at him.

“You hate them. You said they taste terrible, I remember.”

“Sure they do,” he agreed, “but this is an S-rank mission. I've eaten them for worse reasons— and besides, you get used to the taste. It's nostalgic.”

Her scowl deepened, and Kakashi couldn't help but laugh.

“Don't be cross with me, my wife,” he soothed her. “It's best we get the worst out now before the evening.”

As Kakashi saw it, the plan was to glut his wife on her desires until she was exhausted, and then he could wash her and himself both and go to bed for the night. He just hoped his stamina was up to the task.

“You should close that,” she said, nodding at his sharingan, morose. “I’m a mess— do you really want to have this recorded forever?”

“You're beautiful,” he told her sincerely, watching her pretty lips close around the spoon once more. “I wanted a pretty wife, you know. If you weren’t, I thought I’d leave you at the altar.”

(Y/N) gave an incredulous laugh.

“You aren’t serious…?”

Kakashi nodded, grinning.

“Oh yes. But then I met you, and you were, and more. So much more than that, my wife.”

“Oh?” her brows rose, and she perked up slightly. “Say more. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“You're a dream.” Kakashi ladled more soup into the spoon, returned it to her mouth. “You've got a brilliant mind, for starters— not just in terms of wit, but also in terms of wisdom. Don't think I didn’t notice how you ran interference for Neji and Tenten, or how the plans you’re making with Iruka-sensei are to nurture the village, expanding and enriching us with your talents. You’re so kind, too. Even in the middle of your heat, you’ve shown me that. And then, of course—”

He returned the spoon to the bowl, and brought his hand to rest on the side of her face.

“You are very beautiful. And as if that wasn't enough—” he trailed his hand from her cheekbone to her throat, then down to squeeze at the heated flesh of her breast, “—you keep surprising me with the damnedest things, like suggesting the decidedly crude and lascivious use of clones for pleasure. Absolutely obscene, and every pervert’s desperate dream, I'll have you know.”

“Oh?” She shifted, pressing her chest further into his hand. Kakashi rewarded her with a squeeze of her breast, then a gentle pinch to her nipple.

“Yeah.”

“Crude and lascivious, but worth the chakra depletion?”

“Undoubtedly.”

She smiled at him, but in a moment, her expression sobered.

“I owe you a secret.”

Oh, that. Kakashi had quite forgotten. He smoothed stray bits of hair away from her face.

“You don't have to share one this time if you don't want to.”

“No, I need to.”

She studied the floor for a moment, then looked up to meet his eyes once more.

“I think I am beginning to love you, Kakashi.”

Kakashi was silent after that— but if he held her a little tighter, caressed her a little gentler after that, no one else need know save him.

One evening at the end of his wife’s heat, something began bothering Kakashi.

It had been a slow day for her heat, but (Y/N) lay beside him in bed exhausted nonetheless. The windows of Kakashi’s bedroom were open to let in the cool night air, and the moonlight fell softly over her features. He turned under his blankets and propped himself up on his elbow so that he was looking down at her, cataloging the way her lashes kissed the smooth curve of her cheek and the gentle lines of her face as she snoozed. As he watched her sleep in that pale light, he knew she was the kind of woman they wrote poetry about. She was a picture-perfect dream. He almost hated to disturb her, but…

“Princess, are you awake?”

“Yes, darling,” she mumbled, scooting closer to him with half-lidded eyes. Darling— yes, that had slid its way into her vocabulary sometime during the week. Kakashi wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but for good or for ill his blood sang every time her mouth formed the word.

“How did you know Rin’s name? And how the sharingan works, with recording?”

“I don’t know,” she yawned. “I must have read it somewhere or heard from someone, I'm sure.”

With that, she turned over on her side, facing away from him, as if that was all there was to say.

But Kakashi knew better. He knew that could never have been the case, because he had searched desperately for even one clue about how to use the damn thing lodged in his eye socket, and he happened to know that no such book existed outside of the Uchiha compound, if any had survived the massacre. It was little and less that he had said of the sharingan’s ability to record even outside of combat; so guarded was the Uchiha clans’ secrets that he’d had to experiment on his own to discover its full capabilities, and once he had figured it out, he had only told a handful of people, none of whom were likely to have repeated it. And as for Rin… what happened on that mission wasn’t exactly common knowledge. People knew, yes, but discourse on the subject had died long ago. Even the records kept by the village were vague. That information would certainly not have been in any book she was likely to have read… unless she had studied him.

“Princess?”

“Yes?”

As he readied himself to speak, he noticed something in the shadow of her hair. He did not reach out to touch it, but with a sudden, bitter certainty, he reached out with an undetectable tendril of chakra to reveal his horrible suspicions.

A seal. There was a seal at the base of her skull. The lines were faint, almost invisible, but they were there.

“Nothing,” he said, feeling cold and sick. “Sleep well.”

No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the sudden feeling of uneasiness that had overcome him; sleep, when it came, was too long-awaited and too short lived. His dreams were fitful, anxious, and more than once, he woke in cold sweat, shivering and wishing he could be anywhere else in the world than beside the woman he was beginning to feel too much for.

The next morning, when an ANBU woke him gently from his sleep, he did not wake (Y/N). He only left a note saying that he was going on a mission, and when to expect him back. Even as he watched her lovely face smooshed against his pillow, he could not make himself feel the affection for her that had visited him for the past two weeks. The glow of the honeymoon— if it could be called that— was gone, and all he saw was a woman that he did not really know.

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busterkuris-reviews · 1 month ago

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Samurai Jack: The Premiere Movie

4/5

Still a really good intro to the series, doing everything a pilot should. Jack’s training montage is classic, wordless but telling you everything you need to know about his myriad skills and where he got them. And then you go from Jack’s world to Aku’s world, the dark angular city and wild inhabitants showing off the wonderful background work and character design. The excuse that Aku has let all the seedy aliens land means they can just throw anything at the screen now.

From there, it shows you what a typical episode is going to be like: funny, full of adventure, and packed with the coolest action you’re going to see on Cartoon Network in 2001 outside of Toonami. The pile-up of robotic blood and gore is a work of beauty. So excited for this rewatch, especially to finally see the Adult Swim season.

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#tv shows #movies #but only kinda #samurai jack #genndy tartakovsky

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gingerlurk · 2 years ago

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Lovers' Crest | Chapter 6: The Boy

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: You and the Mandalorian are working well together. But as you try to move away from your past, it comes to you.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), canon-typical violence, eventual smut/filth, post season 3, canon-typical violence, it's a cantina scene folks. Reader has a past lover and nicknames. Uhhhh please advise if there's more to add here thank you

A/N: I'll make a master list page or something at some point. Halp. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, A03. Thank you for reading! (Edit: one Masterlist, chef.)

A matrix of dust motes hangs in the doorway of the old cantina, swaying on the hot breeze that toys with the air. A skewed rectangle of harsh sunlight paints the floor of the entryway. The bar is scattered with weary folks, their hardness loosened steadily with each drink poured.

Although not loose enough that every blaster in the place doesn’t swivel to the door as the feared and revered bounty hunter, clad head to toe in armour and bristling with weapons, steps across the threshold. The figure struts passed several readied muzzles and leans against the bar.

A cocky, acerbic bark of laughter erupts from a ferocious looking man in Tuskan threads, who stands from the table he’d been counting credits at. He’s the only one not pointing a weapon at the towering presence, who is looking at him with unreadable intent. The leader just rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck a few times, confident his crew has his back. Every one of them answers to him or finds an unpleasant end.

‘Seriously, man,’ his loyal 2IC spits. He’s closest to their adversary, weapon cocked and ready. ‘To just stroll in and not think 30 blaster sights would be trained immediately on that shiny, pretty kit you’re in? Like we haven’t been watching for you from second one!’

The Mandalorian cocks his head, the angular features of his helmet glinting in the harsh light.

He speaks.

‘It was not me you should have been watching for.’

‘Beep, boop,’ you chime from behind the squared off gang leader, pressing the scanner to the rigid veins of his neck.

‘Ow!’ He jerks around while slamming a huge, grimy hand to the spot. He takes you in, hood pulled low over your hair and a patterned green scarf over your nose and mouth, eyes dancing with amusement. ‘Who the goddamn, fucking, hellish—’ He curses as you check the little read-off and smirk, tossing the unit to the 2IC standing next to Mando.

The guy catches it, checks the screen and goes red. ‘Oh you asshole!’ His pistol swings to point squarely at his boss. The rest of the room hesitates. ‘It’s fuckin’ positive.’ He holds the scanner screen aloft.

Every other blaster makes the same move. The ‘leader’, Kemor is his name, whirls around, taking in the change of situation. So quick, his people have turned. He rounds back on you. ‘You little, fucking, asshole!’ He roars, telegraphing a huge roundhouse swing at your head.

You lean back to let his fist take in the air where your head was. Converting to a light crouch, you take three quick jabs up into the side he’s exposed to you. He exclaims in surprise, rights himself and makes to lunge straight at you. Easy. Feet shift and his momentum is carried across your shoulders and into a stack of stools, pointy ones. He shouts a litany of expletives and threats about what he’ll do when his hands get on you as you hop lightly from foot to foot.

Over by the bar, the 2IC watches, positioning his aim to and fro as Kemor lunges about the place. He leans slightly to Mando. ‘Aren’t you going to, like, help her or anything, man?’

‘She has it handled,’ he replies, amusement in his tone.

In front of you, Kemor sets his stance and grips his hands into a heavy hammer fist. He makes to raise it over his head, getting ready to smash it down onto you. Every single pressure point on his body is laid before you and you move lightning fast to lay waste to his tender joints. You lift a foot to jam into the backs of his knees to help him into a kneeling position as you spin behind him.

‘Beep, boop,’ you say again and drop a mechanical circlet around the crown of his head. It sinks over his ears and eyes and he goes still.

‘What, wha…’ He wrenches around in distress. ‘Help! Help? I can’t see; I can’t, I can’t hear! What the fuck have you done to me!’ He starts to whimper.

You touch a notch on your wrist brace. Kemor straightens up and tilts his head to the side.

‘Oh my god, man. Fine. You can hear now, okay? Just chill.’ The quarry doesn’t even fight you locking a pair of cuffs across his wrists behind his back.

‘Huh, impressive,’ the 2IC huffs out a laugh.

The Mandalorian finally steps forward and hauls the now-captured bounty to his feet. Grogu rises in his pod from the booth you and he had previously been sitting at, munching on a fistful of biscuits. ‘Let’s go,’ Mando says. ‘I assume that will not be an issue?’ He tips his helmet back toward the new leader by the bar.

‘Psh, take him man. Get this fuck out of my sight.’ As you stride past him you motion for the scanner. He tosses it back to you, muttering, ‘Fucking let him stay with my mother with that shit in him. Hope he fuckin’ rots.’

Outside, Din frog marches the bounty in front of him, who’s still whimpering and craning his head to and fro while stumbling every few steps. He’s thinking to himself he should probably give you a more generous cut of the reward on this clown. Seems fair since you handled yourself so well in there.

You two had worked a few jobs together since the agreement. Although you’d been content to hang back and learn the ropes. This job had Din stumped for a while, wondering at the best approach, and you’d had the decoy idea. A very tidy method. Although your sense of style may be something to comment on.

The imposing, beskar clad bounty hunter looks over at you strolling beside Grogu, light-heartedly trying to steal one of the biscuits from the squawking kid.

‘Did you really say… “beep, boop”?’ Din startles as the child bursts into a high-pitched fit of giggles. ‘What’s so funny, kid?’

You’re chuckling too. ‘I told him I bet I could get you to say that.’

The long-suffering sigh and slight shake of the head makes you crack up even more.

‘Hey!’ A shout from behind registers but he takes no notice, watching you wipe the mirth from your eyes. ‘Hey, hey wait!’ Footsteps running. Then Din hears your name.

Your head snaps to him, eyes wide. You punch at your brace. Your bounty startles a little.

‘Lady! Hey lady! I can’t hear again please!’ He’s shut up by Din kicking him to his knees and laying a firm hand to his shoulder. ‘Oh, oh- okay, I’ll just wait here for a minute.’

You both spin, spying a figure with an arm raised jogging from the direction of the gang’s cantina.

He comes to a stop in front of the three of you.

‘So…’ The figure straightens up. ‘That was cool back there.’

The hubbub of the town centre floats around your little group. You’re stood stock still. Din waits for your move.

‘Oh, come on, you recognise me don’t you? I know it’s been a long time but still.’ He pops his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels, a gesture Din seems to find loathsome on instinct. ‘Although,’ the guy continues, eyeing you from head to toe, another motion that scratches at Din’s hate reflex. ‘It seems things have changed a bit for you. You’re a friggin’ bounty hunter? Wow.’

Din looks to you, clocking your rigid shoulders and narrow eyes. He bets if he checked your heart rate it’d be thundering. He makes to manoeuvre into an angle beside you for ease of leaping forward in defence. But you take one massive stride toward the stranger, so forcefully the guy steps back a little.

‘Yep,’ you grit. ‘So it would be wonderful if you didn’t shriek my name in the street like an asshole?’

Hands go up in a surrender gesture. ‘Shit, right. Yeah, sorry. That was pretty stupid. But damn was I floored when I saw you in there. You! Miss Five-Dresses-Per-Season-Party, rocking a Kevlar jumpsuit and going all hands with this fucker here.’ He makes some weak martial arts motions then points at Kemor. ‘You know I knew he was stimmin’ that shit? Was waitin’ to make my move, but oh well.’ He shrugs.

‘I almost didn’t believe it was really you! But,’ he leans in, ‘I’d recognise that feisty little voice of yours anywhere.’

Din kills out of necessity. Could eliminating skeevey leerers bothering you be considered a necessity?

You step back.

‘Well, we’ll be on our way, you ready?’ You turn to Din and stride forward, brushing arms a little. He hadn’t noticed he’d been edging closer to you. He hauls the bounty up again, who gives a little yell of surprise.

‘Woah, woah, wait! Hey, hold up!’ calls the stranger who knows who you are. You don’t stop. ‘Heyyy, hey, hey, hey, come on. I could have a job for you!’ You pick up the pace and Din shoves your prisoner forwards. But the creep just keeps hopping along behind you both.

‘Come on, this is serious! I guarantee just listening to me for a few minutes will be worth your time!’ He singsongs, ‘Just a few minutes of your time!’

Then, ‘I promise you’ll want to hear about this job Mando.’

That scheming, hopped-up, irritating jerk. What the hell would he want with Mando? Why’s he here? What’s his play? What are the odds? Gods, you didn’t think your old life would go and track you down out here.

And wow, he hasn’t changed one bit. Still those boyish curls and sparkling eyes… All this and more rushes through your mind as the three of you face each other again.

Torre has the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen. And you’ve seen him serve plenty of smirk.

Mando seems to be waiting for you.

You turn to him. ‘Do you want to hear what he has to say?’ you ask. He looks between the two of you.

‘It may be wise,’ he says, voice dangerous. ‘I would like to know what he knows of me.’

Torre – the prick – waves a hand. ‘We can get to that. But I’ll cut to the point. How would you like to join me in pulling off an awesome, honest to riches, fucking ship heist?’

You scoff. Mando regards him steadily. ‘We are bounty hunters,’ he says. ‘Not loth-cat burglars.’

That makes you give a ‘Ha!’ and you both move away again.

‘Huge score! Massive!’ Torre calls.

‘Not interested,’ you toss over your shoulder, turning into an alleyway cutting up to the marshal’s house.

‘You’ll be set for good! The old life, huh?’

That will not get a response out of you, although the temptation to turn back and knock his shit in is strong.

He’s stopped chasing after you though, so you prepare to breathe a sigh of relief and start to wonder how you’re going to explain this encounter to Mando.

‘How about a not insignificant cache of imp-minted, genuine article beskar?'

Fuck.

When you reluctantly turn around, the quarry is standing motionless on his own in the middle of the street. Grogu hovers uncertainly by your side, humming in concern. The Mandalorian is already right in Torre’s face.

‘What ship?’ His modulated voice is deadly low but still carries to your end of the alleyway.

‘I will be happy to tell you all about it,’ Torre says easily. ‘And more. If you agree to partner with me.’

You can see Mando shift his stance, moving into one of violent intent. This can’t escalate right now.

‘Hey! Heyyy! Fellas?’ They both look at you, one steely visor and one infuriating grin.

‘We have to get this guy in and settle up,’ you motion to the loan figure now swaying like he will tip over any second. ‘Can we talk about this someplace else?’

‘Great idea! Here,’ Torre takes a fob from a pocket and lofts it over Mando toward you. You catch it and look, a villa key. ‘That’s where I’m staying, come find me when you want to hear what I have in store.’ He takes a few steps backwards, out of Mando’s range, and pivots to saunter off.

Great.

When you are later standing on the steps of the marshal’s house, the mood is quiet and pensive. Mando is looking off to the side, still as midnight. He hasn’t said a thing since walking out of that alley. You had to do all the talking in there just now. It was weird. Grogu seems unsettled by the atmosphere as well, staying quiet. You sigh, just get into it.

‘We have to do it, don’t we?’

‘Who is he?’

‘We have to at least try; it’s too important to your p—Sorry?’

‘Who is he?’ His intimidating visage swivels to you.

Butterflies erupt in your belly. You feel a fresh burst of sweat on your neck that has nothing to do with the hot evening air. With your mouth suddenly full of cotton you decide to just burst the bubble.

With a heavy sigh, you say, ‘Ex-lover. From the Estate. Years ago I fucked him over, and he vanished. Thought I’d never see him again, to be honest.’

A stony wall of silence.

‘His name is Torre. He was a, they called it minsoliar, a highly skilled undercover house guard, acting as an artist in residence. I didn’t know it was an act, but precious heiress niece shouldn’t have been fucking with either anyway. Chose the Estate over him in the end.’

Is that all you should say?

‘He’s a born schemer, making plays and fancying himself a real spycraft agent. Won’t let go of a plan if it’s suitably juicy either.’

Stop now. Stop there. Just stew in the silence for a bit.

After a not insignificant portion of stew, Mando finally speaks up.

‘You are right,’ he says. You wait. ‘We do have to obtain that beskar. It is sacred to my people.’

Even though you knew it was coming, your shoulders slump a little. But you straighten quickly, hoping he didn’t notice. He gives nothing away.

‘You don’t trust him,’ he states.

‘Gods, absolutely not.’

‘Then we have to be careful.’ He stands and waits for you to head in the direction the fob indicates. You think nothing’s for it and get going.

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lazy4dreams · 1 month ago

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Guidance: How the Species Work

Omni Mutants

• Omni Mutants are a unique, immortal species that resemble humans but possess gem-like stone patterns embedded in their chests, symbolizing their essence and powers.

• Their abilities are diverse and extraordinary, ranging from shapeshifting to elemental control. They do not age or die of natural causes and cannot be destroyed by conventional means.

• Omni Mutants are born as they are, not created or transformed from other beings.

Costume Species

• Costume Species are a separate group of powerful, immortal superhumans created by magically transforming ordinary humans. Each type is defined by a specific costume theme.

• The main types of Costume Species include:

• Clown Species (kind, peaceful, and silly)

• Punk Species

• Kabuki and Geisha Species

• Joker Species

• Half-Clown and Goth Species

• Corpse Paint Species

• Mime Species

• Jester Species

Permanent Transformation & Disguise

• The magical transformation is permanent, forever altering the human’s appearance. Costume Species can only maintain a human disguise for up to 5 hours at a time; after that, their true form is revealed until they can recharge this ability.

Magical Outfits

• Costume Species summon their magical outfits through concentration. These outfits are made of cosmic energy material, making them completely indestructible and immune to all forms of damage.

Makeup & Hair Features by Type

• Punk Species: Rockstar-inspired makeup with bold, angular lines and cool, edgy hairstyles.

• Clown Species: Colorful and expressive makeup, ranging from happy to sad or pastel themes, often paired with funny, exaggerated hair.

• Joker Species: Neon, colorful, and edgy makeup with a lazy or angry expression. Their glowing, fire-like hair stands out in any crowd.

• Mime Species: Dark purple lipstick, purple and white patterned markings, and gradient hair that shifts in color.

• Goth Species: Edgy, dramatic makeup with spiky or wavy, anime-inspired hair.

• Corpse Paint Species: Scary, edgy makeup with fire-like or ocean-like spiky hair and distinctive pattern markings.

• Geisha and Kabuki Species: Traditional Japanese hairstyles adorned with pattern markings of flowers, butterflies, or wind motifs.

• Jester Species: Intricate patterns and markings, shiny hair, and ponytails decorated with bells.

Additional Details

• For all Costume Species, makeup is a natural part of their bodies and cannot be removed. For Clown Species, their noses are real and not artificial.

• Costume Species are not born; they are made through an irreversible magical transformation process.

Cyberhumans

• Cyberhumans are cyborgs who do not age but can die from system damage, mileage, or depleted power sources.

• They mostly appear human but possess features such as metal horns, glowing eyes, metallic lower jaws, jet thrusters, wheels, rockets, and gun-mounted shoulders.

Beasts

• Beasts are half-human, half-animal mortals. They have animal instincts, pointy ears, and tails, but otherwise resemble humans. Beasts are not immortal.

Spiritwalkers

• Spiritwalkers are beings revived after death, existing as half-zombie and half-ghost. They are immortal but lack human emotions and empathy.

• They possess immense strength (comparable to a car) and speed (like a train), and can fly by channeling their spiritual aura.

Guidance: How the Species Work

Part 2: Powers and Abilities

Costume Species

Each Costume Species has powers that reflect their specific type. They can shift between their themed form and their “real” magical form, but cannot revert to a human appearance except for the limited 5-hour disguise window.

Below is a list of the main Costume Species types and their signature powers and abilities:

Species TypePowers & AbilitiesClownElasticity, slapstick resilience, emotional aura manipulation, comedic illusions, healing laughter.PunkSonic blasts, sound manipulation, rebellious energy projection, enhanced agility, shockwaves.Kabuki/GeishaIllusion casting, beauty-based hypnosis, pattern-based elemental control (wind, flowers, butterflies), graceful movement.JokerChaos magic, neon energy projection, fire-like hair manipulation, emotional confusion, light-based attacks.GothShadow manipulation, edgy illusions, emotional dampening, spiky or wavy hair weaponization, dramatic dark aura, enhanced stealth.Half-Clown & GothA blend of clown and goth powers: shadowy slapstick, dramatic emotional manipulation, edgy comedic illusions.Corpse PaintFear aura, darkness manipulation, fire or water elemental attacks, pattern-based camouflage, intimidation.MimeInvisible barrier creation, silent movement, telekinetic mimicry, gesture-based control, silence fields.JesterAgility, pattern illusions, confusion magic, luck manipulation, bell-based sound attacks, shiny hair manipulation.

Shared Abilities:

• Cosmic Outfits: All Costume Species can summon indestructible, cosmic energy outfits through concentration. These outfits enhance their powers and cannot be damaged.

• Permanent Transformation: Their magical transformation is permanent, with only a 5-hour human disguise limit.

• Makeup & Hair: Each species has unique makeup and hair features that reflect their powers and theme.

• Form Shifting: They can shift between their themed form and their “real” magical form, but not fully back to human except for the limited disguise window.

Cyberhumans

• Weapon & Technology Physiology: Cyberhumans are equipped with built-in weapons (e.g., arm cannons, jet thrusters, gun shoulders) and advanced technological systems. They can interface with machines, upgrade themselves, and use energy-based attacks.

• Durability: While they do not age, they can be damaged or shut down if their systems fail or batteries deplete.

Beasts

• Animal Instincts: Beasts possess heightened senses (smell, hearing, sight), agility, and reflexes based on their animal heritage.

• Physical Traits: Features such as claws, tails, or enhanced strength reflect their animal side.

• Survival Skills: Natural hunters or trackers, they excel in wilderness or combat situations.

Omni Mutants

• Demonic & Angelic Powers: Omni Mutants can have abilities inspired by both demons and angels, such as flight, elemental control, or supernatural strength.

• Aura & Energy Manipulation: They can sense, channel, and manipulate auras and various forms of energy for offense, defense, or healing.

• Innate Immortality: Their powers are tied to their gem-like chest markings and cannot be separated from their being.

Spiritwalkers

• Regeneration: Spiritwalkers can rapidly heal from injuries, making them nearly impossible to destroy.

• Intangibility & Flight: They can phase through objects and fly using their spiritual aura.

• Supernatural Strength & Speed: Comparable to the force of a car and the speed of a train.

• Lack of Humanity: While powerful, they lack human emotions and empathy, operating on instinct and spiritual drive.

Species Guide – Part 3: Traits, Limitations & Weaknesses

Costume Species

What They Have:

• Rubbery skin and bodies made of hardlight

• Clown Species only: Real, bulbous rubber noses that look and feel like classic clown noses

• Colored, stylized hair

• Magical, summonable outfits (like magical girls)

• Markings that look like makeup: Each Costume Species has unique, permanent facial and body markings resembling makeup—these can be colorful, patterned, and expressive, reflecting their species type and the transformed human’s core emotion. For example, clowns have expressive face paint, jesters may have intricate patterns, and goths might have dramatic, dark designs356.

• Forms and features influenced by the core emotion of the transformed human

• Can taste and eat for pleasure

What They Don’t Have:

• No organs, bones, or flesh

• Do not age, sleep, or feel hunger

Weaknesses:

• Can feel pain and get bruises

• Vulnerable to emotional and mental pain

• For Clown Species: Honking their clown nose surprises and distracts them

Omni Mutants

What They Have:

• Appear human but are made of hardlight

• Demon-like forms may have horns, wings, and glowing eyes (fire, blue, pink, green, yellow)

• Angel-like forms have four wings

• Can taste and eat for pleasure

What They Don’t Have:

• No human flesh or bones

• Cannot sleep or feel hunger

• Do not age

Weaknesses:

• Can be harmed (but not killed) by ancient powers or weapons

• Can be damaged by sufficiently strong supernatural forces

Beasts

What They Have:

• Animal ears, tails, wings, or extra limbs (insect/arachnid arms)

• Heightened animal instincts and senses

• Half-human, half-animal appearance

What They Don’t Have:

• No fur

• Do not become feral

Weaknesses:

• Can die (though not easily)

• Share the same weaknesses as their animal counterparts

Cyberhumans

What They Have:

• Plastic, human-like skin

• Regenerative capabilities

• Built-in guns and advanced technology (composting stomachs, taste bud sensors, advanced eyes/ears)

• Some powers unique to future tech

What They Don’t Have:

• No organs, flesh, or bone

• Do not age

Requirements:

• Need sleep and food

Weaknesses:

• Can die from system damage, mileage, or dead batteries

• Are waterproof

Spiritwalkers

What They Have:

• Can return for a second chance at life

• Immortal, half-zombie and half-ghost

• Intangibility, flight, spirit aura, detachable limbs, regeneration

What They Don’t Have:

• Do not heal their bodies

• Do not die permanently

• Cannot feel pain

Weaknesses:

• Can break apart (though not easily)

Special Devices & Items

Psycho Implant Device

• Turns the user into an unstoppable weapon

• Corrupts through deceit, betrayal, or heartbreak

Ancient Bullet of Malice

• Cannot kill but can severely damage Omni Mutants or Costume Species

• In the body: causes intense pain

• In the heart: causes temporary emotionlessness and sadness, with risk of permanent trauma/flashbacks

• In the brain: causes amnesia and loss of omniscience, leaving the victim uneducated and unable to speak

## Species Guide – Part 4: New Species & Hybrid Mixes

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### Mask Species

- **Description:** Similar to Costume Species, but their magic transforms humans into beings that resemble living masks. The entire body becomes a manifestation of the mask’s design.

- **Composition:** Made of rubber, hardlight, and cosmic material.

- **Abilities:** The mask can fully transform a human into a magical, mask-themed entity with unique powers and appearances.

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### Gundam-like Robot Species

- **Description:** Towering, sentient robots inspired by mecha designs. They possess advanced weaponry, flight systems, and can merge with technology or vehicles.

- **Traits:** Metallic bodies, modular parts, and pilot or AI cores.

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### Shy Guy-like Species

- **Description:** Mysterious, masked beings who rarely speak and prefer to hide their identities. Their faces are never seen, and their voices are soft or muffled.

- **Traits:** Always wear masks or hoods, move quietly, and often possess stealth or illusion abilities.

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### Bandage Species

- **Description:** Entities wrapped in magical or living bandages. The bandages can move, heal, or reshape themselves, and sometimes hide the true form within.

- **Traits:** Regenerative abilities, can unravel or re-form, often associated with mummies or healers.

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### Animal-like Species

- **Description:** Anthropomorphic animals with magical or supernatural traits. They combine animal instincts with human intelligence and culture.

- **Traits:** Fur, tails, claws, and animal senses; some have elemental or spirit powers.

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### Mascot Species

- **Description:** Living mascots, often cheerful and cartoonish, designed to spread joy or represent groups. They may have plush, foam, or costume-like bodies.

- **Traits:** Exaggerated features, high durability, contagious positivity, and sometimes magical luck.

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### Object Head Species

- **Description:** Beings whose heads are objects (e.g., TVs, clocks, lamps) instead of faces. The object often influences their personality or powers.

- **Traits:** Object-heads function as sensory organs, communication devices, or even weapons.

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### Fusion Species

- **Description:** Entities formed by fusing with objects, animals, or other beings. The fusion creates unique combinations of abilities and appearances.

- **Traits:** Hybrid powers, unpredictable forms, and often greater strength or versatility.

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## Hybrid Mixes & Unique Fusions

- **Clown Species Hybrids:**

- **Vampire Clowns:** Prefer sweet candy over blood, combining clown magic with vampiric traits.

- **Spiritwalker Clowns:** Immortal, intangible, and able to perform ghostly circus acts.

- **Mask Clowns, Omni Mutant Clowns, Cyber Clowns, Animal Beast Clowns:** Each hybrid inherits traits from both lineages, resulting in unique powers and appearances.

- **Other Costume Species:** All can have hybrid fusions, mixing their core traits with other species for endless variety.

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## Psycho Implant (Robotic Parasite)

- **Description:** A robotic parasite that attaches to the back of the neck, forcibly connecting to the host’s nervous system. The implantation process is extremely painful.

- **Effect:** Grants the host enhanced abilities, aggression, and resilience, but can corrupt the mind with negative emotions and past trauma.

- **Removal:**

- Must be removed by the host’s own will, a stronger force, supernatural intervention, or by healing mental pain and resolving past mistakes.

Species Guide – Part 5: The Mask Species & Limitless Fusions

Mask Species

How They Work

• Transformation: When a human puts on a magical mask, they are transformed into a Mask Species entity based on that mask’s design. This transformation can be permanent and is deeply tied to the mask’s genre, aesthetic, or theme.

• Entity Form: After transformation, the being cannot return to a human form, but can shift between different entity forms inspired by various genres or aesthetics (e.g., horror, fantasy, sci-fi, comedy, etc.).

• Cosmic Powers: Mask Species can wield cosmic powers, including the ability to summon anything out of existence, manipulate their surroundings, and perform reality-bending feats.

• Material Composition: Their bodies are made of rubber, cosmic material, and hardlight, giving them a flexible, otherworldly appearance and resilience.

What They Have

• A mask and suit that define their appearance and powers

• Entity forms based on different genres, aesthetics, or themes

• The ability to summon objects, creatures, or effects from nothing

• Cosmic-level abilities and magical versatility

• No need for sleep, food, or aging

What They Don’t Have

• The mask and suit are not part of a human body and are not made from human material

• They cannot look like a human or return to human form

• They do not age, hunger, or sleep

Appearance Variations

• Entity Forms: Mask Species can appear as anything from elegant masquerade figures, eerie horror icons, whimsical festival masks, to futuristic or elemental beings—limited only by the mask’s design and the user’s imagination.

• Genre/Aesthetic Influence: Their form, powers, and even personality can shift depending on the genre or aesthetic their mask embodies.

Hybrid Fusions

Mask Species and Costume Species can fuse with:

• Cyberhumans: Creating tech-masked entities with advanced abilities and digital powers.

• Beasts: Resulting in animalistic mask entities with primal and cosmic traits.

• Omni Mutants: Producing reality-warping, hardlight-based mask forms.

• Spiritwalkers: Generating ethereal, ghostly mask beings with spiritual and cosmic energy.

Fusions between Costume Species and Mask Species:

• These hybrids combine the magical, theatrical flair of Costume Species with the cosmic, reality-bending power of Mask Species, resulting in limitless forms and abilities.

• Limitless Potential: Omni Mutants, Costume Species, and Mask Species—alone or in any combination—can take on any form, power, or genre that the user desires. Their only limit is the imagination and preferences of the user.

Final Notes

• Permanent Change: Once transformed, Mask Species cannot become human again.

• Limitless Forms: The fusion of these species allows for endless creativity, unique powers, and forms tailored to the user’s favorite genres, aesthetics, or dreams.

This is a guide about my series circus of lost hearts.

And I'll add this to my 2nd blog

#circuscore #clowncore #aesthetic #fantasy #anime and manga #clownification #cartoon

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kariachi · 10 months ago

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Okay, we're gonna try to make an ace fakemon for my oc Monette...

Nilxy (from 'nix' and 'selkie')

The Luring Pokemon

Fairy/Water type

Base Stage

A small, chubby quadrupedal pokemon; a round head with a short muzzle and seal-like nose; eyes are very large, round, soulful, and red; ears are long and elf-like; possesses paws; is typically found sitting with it's forelimbs raised up by it's chest like it's fidgeting; has extremely long 'hair' that splays out around it as it sits, forming a visual 'puddle' beneath it; main color is medium blue; has pink bags under it's eyes; pink band runs under the jaw from corners of the mouth, forming a 'smile'; has pink dappling at it's sides; paws are pink; hair is silvery-blue

Evolution- Level 35 at night

Ability- Water Veil/Tangling Hair (Hidden Ability- Magic Guard)

Height- 2' 7"; Weight- 42 lbs

BST- 348 (HP- 52; Atk- 65; Def- 54; SpAtk- 68; SpDef- 48; Spd- 61)

"Nilxy sit on the surface of streams at night and sing, their voice never breaking or tiring. Composers will search for this pokemon on new moon nights, when their song is said to be the most beautiful, in hopes of gaining inspiration." "This pokemon sings sweet songs to lure in prey. Many trainers covet Nilxy for it's cute appearance, only to be caught unawares by it's difficulty in training and destructiveness when unhappy."

Booglash (from 'boogeyman' and 'glashtyn')

The Stalking Pokemon

Fairy/Water type

Final Stage

A quadrupedal pokemon with a vaguely simian body plan; hindlegs notably but not extremely longer than forelegs; hindlimbs end in paws; forelimbs end in four-fingered hands, with the pokemon walking on the knuckles of the three non-thumb fingers; possesses a long muzzle with two sharp teeth poking from the bottom lip on either side; ears are long, floppy, and 'tattered' into three points; eyes are large, angular, and red; a long mane grows down the neck and back, hanging to one side and obscuring most of said side from view; mane transitions to long tail which takes on a foxtail shape held high behind the pokemon in battle and spreads out like a train when idle; body is very dark teal; silver throat and chest; three large silver spots on flank; mane is desaturated medium blue; bold red stripes going down from the corners of the jaw; fingers and paws red; tail ends in red

Ability- Water Veil/Intimidate (Hidden Ability- Magic Guard)

Height- 5' 3"; Weight- 267 lbs

BST- 525 (HP- 65; Atk- 120; Def- 70; SpAtk- 110; SpDef- 60; Spd- 100)

"In the shallows of lakes this pokemon lies in wait, tracking prey's movements from the shadows. Booglash are extremely protective of their territories, and enact harsh vengeance on those who threaten them." "Folklore claims that Booglash disguise themselves as humans to lead trainers to their doom. This pokemon has occasionally been recorded chasing children and young pokemon from the water."

#achi's fakedex #and lo monette gets a boogeyman water fae thing to throw a light against the darker side she mostly keeps hidden #also i ran to a battle calculator because it is Important to me that marian is always able to beat monie #and yes given their battle styles mari would still win #a +1 volt tackle by eludra is a guaranteed ohko while an unboosted play rough from booglash is only 56% odds #fuck even if eludra lost it's +1 to intimidate it'd still be a guaranteed ohko #and eludra is faster

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topazadine · 11 months ago

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Siblings and Questions Tag!

Thank you for the tag, @mysticstarlightduck! Your post was lovely, especially the part about your characters' worst habits.

We'll look at Cerie and Uileac, because of course we will.

1. Who looks the most like Dad?

Cerie, actually. Papa Seorus had a rougher look about him.

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Uileac. Mama Caoimhe was a very slender, foxish woman, and Uileac has her angular bony figure.

3. Who eats the most?

Uileac lol. I mean, it makes sense; he spends most of his day riding and training, so of course he's going to need more fuel than lazy-ass Cerie.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Cerie to be sure. Later on in The Eirenic Verses she is kidnapped by their country's mortal enemy, Sina, and forced to help them. Uileac's shenanigans cannot compare.

5. Who sleeps the most?

Cerie. She's such a useless lesbian. Uileac is up at the crack of dawn, a very Type A person, whereas Cerie would nap all day if you let her.

7. Most stable romantic life?

Uileac. He's been with his partner Orrinir since they were 18, whereas Cerie just kinda ... gets around a lot in her teens/early adulthood. Not to the extent where Uileac will have to chastise her, but some flings here and there.

8. Worst habit of each one?

Cerie: Acting like a martyr and thinking she has to do everything by herself, even though Uileac and her brother-in-law Orrinir would always help her if she needed it. Uileac: Stubbornness and pride. He can't handle any damage to his reputation.

9. Who's the most dramatic?

Neither of them are very dramatic in general, but I'd have to say Cerie. She can howl like a dying animal if she has the least bit of discomfort whatsoever lmao.

10. Who had a weird phase?

I guess Cerie? I don't think either of them really had a weird phase, to be honest. But Cerie definitely had a defiant teenage angst phase.

11. Best cook of the family?

Both of them are shit cooks and hate doing it. If Uileac's husband, Orrinir, was not there to feed them, both of them would die. However, if you put a sword to their throat and forced them to cook, Uileac's food would probably not kill you.

12. Best memory together?

Probably Uileac's wedding to Orrinir. They danced all night, got super drunk, and then came home to their brand new house in Goldnin <3 Of course Cerie was allowed to live with the newlyweds. Wasn't even a question.

13. Worst memory together?

Their parents dying in the raid on the family farm in Quirnis. I'll let Uileac take it away with his explanation from Funeral of Hopes:

14. Dream trip together

Heading out to The Windswept, where the nomadic tribes of Breme still do their typical nomadic things. Uileac has always wanted to get a Windswept pony because they're much sturdier than the horses one can get in the settlements (sorry, Erix, it's true). Cerie wants to hear their oral traditions and learn more about their folk religions to better understand how it differs from High Poetry. She's also always wanted to meet people from the Seinn tribe, which produced the first saint of her religion, Saint Luridalr. Being strictly nomadic, the Seinn don't visit the Bremish settlements like some of the other tribes do.

15. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

Cerie: Shower. She could probably deal with having the same clothes for a month, though she'd complain about it the whole time. Uileac: Same clothes. No one said you couldn't wash them, right? He'll just go naked for a lil bit.

16. Who's the older one?

Uileac is older by about four years.

17. Describe each other in three words

Cerie would describe Uileac as: Prideful, composed, protective Uileac would describe Cerie as: Stubborn, intelligent, loyal

18. Role model?

Cerie's role model is her mentor, Irith Druidinn. Irith has been her teacher since she was incredibly young and has taught her everything she knows about High Poetry. She hopes to be half the poet that her teacher is. Uileac's role model is their late father, Papa Seorus. He strives to always make his father proud, but unfortunately, he doesn't really know what his father would consider honorable, given that Papa Seorus died when Uileac was just 11.

19. Who usually has the worst ideas?

One would think it would be Cerie, given that she's younger and more stubborn, but it's actually Uileac. His bad ideas are generally about protecting his reputation and/or his loved ones, which doesn't always mesh well with what he's supposed to be doing.

20. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

Uileac for sure. Cerie is screaming and waving her arms as if that will make the bug go away. Meanwhile, Uileac is pulling out his bow and trying to do a trick shot. A moving target! How exciting! (Hey, you said it was GIANT, definitely big enough for him to hit.) Then, of course, Cerie yells at him for shooting a fucking arrow through the wall while he shrugs and says it's good practice. Never know when the Sinans might learn to harness insect warriors. If he misses, the hubbub has attracted Orrinir, who does the intelligent thing and takes it outside.

If you enjoyed this, maybe you'll consider purchasing 9 Years Yearning, which is all about Cerie and Uileac growing up <3 There are some really cute scenes of them together.

Tag list: @kuebiko-writing @ryns-ramblings @cain-e-brookman @halfbit @macabremoons and Open Tag!

#writing tag game #tag games #tag meme #siblings #writing stuff #original characters #original character #original fiction #original story #fantasy fiction #creative writing #my writing #fiction writing #tumblr writing community #writing #am writing #writeblr #writing life

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lgcminsoo · 1 year ago

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 || 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 || 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁 || 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

"Being alive means embracing the highs and lows, the joy and pain, for it's through these experiences that we truly come to understand the depth and richness of life."

𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 : kang minsoo

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 / 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚂 / 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : cis ― male , he / him , demisexual / demiromantic

𝚉𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙲 / 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : libra sun , cancer moon , capricorn rising / chaotic neutral

𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂 : confident, assertive, tenacious, determined, rebellious, manipulative, introspective, vulnerable, creative, passionate.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂 / 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙱𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 :

tested IQ of 132

stands at an average height of around 5 feet 9 inches

he has a lean and athletic build, with well-defined muscles from his training and dance practices.

minsoo has naturally dark brown hair, which he often styles in a trendy and versatile manner. He might experiment with various hairstyles and colors, from a sleek undercut to tousled waves, depending on his mood and the occasion.

his eyes are a captivating shade of deep brown, often reflecting his emotions with intensity and clarity.

minsoo possesses sharp and angular facial features, including high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a straight nose. His expressive eyes and full lips add to his charm and allure.

his skin is naturally fair and smooth, with a healthy glow from his active lifestyle and skincare regimen.

minsoo has a distinctive sense of style, often opting for edgy and fashionable clothing that reflects his bold personality. He might be seen rocking streetwear-inspired outfits, featuring statement pieces like graphic tees, leather jackets, and stylish sneakers. However, he also knows how to clean up well for formal events, effortlessly pulling off tailored suits with confidence and flair.

𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃 : (tw-bullying & arrest)

despite his confident exterior, Minsoo harbors guilt over his past as a bully during his early teenage years. He bullied classmates out of insecurity and a desire to fit in, but he deeply regrets his actions and has worked hard to make amends.

at the age of 15 he was arrested for vandalism, an incident he keeps hidden from most people. He was caught spray-painting graffiti on public property with a group of friends and was caught fleeing the scene.

minsoo's strained relationship with his mother weighs heavily on him. Despite his confident demeanor, he feels a deep sense of abandonment from her decision to prioritize her career over her family, leading to a lingering resentment.

behind his assertive facade lies a deep-seated fear of failure and inadequacy. he grapples with self-doubt, questioning whether he's truly capable of achieving his dreams and living up to the expectations he's set for himself.

𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂 :

Rivalry Turned Friendship: a fellow trainee or performer who Minsoo is threatened by and initially views as a rival, but discovers they have more in common than he initially thought.

Friendship Betrayal: Minsoo's ambitious nature led him down a treacherous path and he betrays/betrayed a close friend.

Provocateur: he derives a twisted sense of enjoyment from getting under your muse's skin. with a biting word or insult he relishes in the challenge of unraveling their composure.

Shadowed Rivalry: Minsoo suffers from resentment and jealous towards your muse who he feels overshadowed by. Their rising star is eclipsing his own and he can't hide his avarice.

Past Loves: due to a case of the roaming eyes, minsoo's relationships never end well. Your muse is one the many people charmed by his smile only to be betrayed by the notorious "Misbehaving Minsoo".

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revvnant · 2 years ago

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dead by daylight verse information.

GENERAL.

role: survivor / 'the night guard' home map: the pizzeria killer counterpart: springtrap

PERKS.

unique perk: parts and services 'you've been working with machines since you could get your hands on the tools.' when repairing a generator, the following effects apply: ∙ before the generator has been repaired by 20 %, michael can activate this perk to set off a false explosion, notifying the killer. the generator is not damaged and does not regress in this state. ∙ every successful check after 20 % total repair speeds up repair progression by 5/10/15 %; this effect stacks with additional players and is only reliant on michael successfully completing his checks, but is lost if michael disengages from the generator. ∙ a failed check after 20 % halts repair progress for 5/7/10 seconds and will cause michael to cough loudly for 5/7/10 seconds.

unique perk: adrenaline junkie 'workout suggestions? run five miles. run faster. take a self-defense class.' ∙ after successfully stunning the killer with a pallet, sprint speed is increased to 125 % of michael's normal running movement speed for 3/5/7 seconds. ∙ causes the exhausted status effect for 60/50/40 seconds. adrenaline junkie cannot be used when exhausted. ∙ when in an injured, dying, or deep wound state, the exhaustion status penalty will be reduced to 55/45/35 seconds.

unique perk: door master 'i also want to emphasise the importance of using your door lights.' once the exit gates are powered, this perk activates. ∙ when opening an exit gate, michael can rig the gate to jam if the killer attempts to trigger a collapse. ∙ this can only be used on one gate, and chances of the gate jamming begin at 100 % with 0 % opening progress, but decrease by 20 % for every 25 % of opening progress made. ∙ additionally, there is a 30/20/10 % chance of the gate jamming if a survivor attempts to open the rigged gate.

ALTERNATIVES.

default ∙ mike: long brown hair and angular features. it's easy to mistake this face for somebody else's - until you start counting piercings. ∙ security shirt: a pressed white shirt, a black tie, and a badge. ∙ security pants: plain black pants, with a belt for all the necessary equipment.

prestige ∙ bloody mike: long brown hair and angular features. rotting skin and glowing eyes. ∙ bloody security shirt: this shirt used to be white. ∙ bloody security pants: plain black pants, and a belt for tools that won't save you.

afton robotics ∙ uniform hat: a purple cap sporting the afton robotics logo. he made you wear it the first few nights, but didn't complain when you lost it. ∙ uniform shirt: the top half of a purple jumpsuit sporting the afton robotics logo. he said it would be an easy job, and that you didn't have many - any - alternatives. ∙ uniform pants: the bottom half of a purple jumpsuit, with a belt for repair tools. he told you where you would find her, but never said why you were looking.

motormike ∙ goggles: a pair of goggles made for biking. how much good will they do you without a helmet? who cares, when they look this good. ∙ biker jacket: a black leather jacket over a red shirt. driving offered you a certain sense of freedom. the aesthetic was a fun bonus. ∙ biker jeans: ripped jeans and tall boots. your father never understood the point in buying your jeans pre-ripped. you never had to; they'd end up torn one way or another, with the way you act.

big brother bully ∙ foxy mask: a plastic mask made to resemble foxy the pirate. it was safer not being yourself. it gave you some breathing room while you trained yourself not to cry. your brother never mastered this art. ∙ cut grey shirt: a grey shirt with the sleeves cut off. to show off your muscles. you began to enjoy looking threatening to others. the best person to practice on was only ever down the hall from you. ∙ shorts and sneakers: a pair of plain blue shorts and sneakers, speckled with blood. you didn't mean to kill him, but you did mean to hurt him. with intent to harm, should there really be a difference in just punishment?

carny ∙ neckerchief: a plain red neckerchief, a little sweaty from setting tent pegs for the big top. you're supposed to be stage crew, but in this circus, you often feel like the pierrot. ∙ cotton shirt: a plain, off-white cotton shirt, a little sweaty from moving boxes. to the ringmaster, you're just another one of the freaks. an optical illusion in human form. from this angle - dead. from that one - alive. ∙ suspenders: plain brown pants and suspenders, a little sweaty from working around open flame. your life is a little bit like a performance. everyone loves seeing you walk the tightrope, but you can't shake the feeling that some of them want to see you fall.

glam mike ∙ face paint: sparkly face paint, purple stars and red lightning bolts and heaps of glitter. put some red in that mullet for good measure. ∙ vest: an understated black leather vest, left open to better show off that body paint. leave nothing to the imagination. ∙ platforms: flared purple pants and red platform boots, with extra stars and lightning bolts for good measure. how exactly do you plan on running for your life in those?

archetype: whore ∙ mascara: you put braids in your hair, pull it back into a ponytail, and slather on mascara. there are five types of characters in a horror movie, you know. you've seen a lot of horror movies. seen a lot of people naked, too. ∙ crop top: a white crop top with spaghetti straps, might be a little chilly at night. you learned to love your body by letting other people love your body. your sexuality is the only thing that's ever really been yours. ∙ short shorts: the shortest of jorts, pockets hanging out the legs; you hate to see him go but you love to watch him leave. if you're the whore, why are you the only one left alive? isn't that supposed to be another archetype?

#V10. WELCOME TO THE FOG #W3. HEADCANONS #|| THIS TOOK. SO LONG.#|| HIIIIII.

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cimmeriana · 2 years ago

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{ Character Sheet }

Full Name: Melinoë Ja'don Tavaras ( Mel-in-OY jah-DON tav-ARE-as ) Nicknames: Tav, Lina (friends), Noi (closest loved ones), Nell (closest loved ones) Titles: The Black, High Priestess of Murder, Lady of Dread, Favored Daughter of Bhaal, She Who Has Been Redeemed Race: Tiefling - Subrace: Asmodeus - Category: Bhaalspawn Class: Druid Monk - Subclass: Circle of the Moon / Way of Shadow Background: Dark Urge - Age: 32 Height: 5ft 5in - Weight: 56kg - Size: Medium Father: Bhaal - Mother: Elisheva Tavaras - Bloodkin: Orin, Sarevok Anchev

STR: 13 DEX: 22 (+3) CON: 20 (+2) INT: 12 (+5) WIS: 20 (+6) CHA: 19 (+2)

Feats:

Duel Wielding Martial Adept

Conditions:

Loviatar's Love

Appearance: Her skin is that of the falling pale ash, shades of a shadow weaving and swirling like a whirlpool as if veins of magic. Or perhaps darkness itself gifted from her Lord God father, Bhaal. From her mother she was gifted her tiefling ridges, angular and eerily beautiful, as all of her kind are.

Eyes white like the flash of lightening in a stormy shy, and twice as fierce when she pierces you with her gaze. Eyes of a Royal Dead, made all the more bold by the scar that paints over her right eye like a warning. A warning from her beloved sister. A parting gift and a mocked "thank you" for the throne in which she was tossed so hatefully. Enchanting and terrible.

You may think her a devil with her twisted horns that jut like sharp cliffs over rough seas, decorated in sharpened silver with the stain of blood upon the tips. Her claws match in ferocity, well-kept and perfectly sharp enough to tear flesh when she is angry or to entice the sweetest of surrenders when she caresses. The silver ring that decorates her septum is a trophy, one plucked from the mangled body of a minotaur who's crime was to belittle and sneer.

She is not weak, picturesque in the way her lean muscles curve as she twists and contorts to slip a blade between ribs or command fire into her palms. That ash-colored skin covered in thick leathers of a beast we dare not question, a companion piece forged to symbolize a sisterly bond that has long since been broken and betrayed.

Wild, dark curls tamed into two braids, a remnant of her childhood when she once adored that sister and was so sure the two would never be parted.

She cannot remember, and yet a look of loss and sadness flickers over her face in the light of the campfire at night when she believes no one watching.

History: Born to a Druid Cleric of Bhaal, the child was raised in the woodland outskirts of Baldur's Gate to be trained as a Druid. Her Dark Urges began in adolescence and culminated in the event of the brutal murder of an unsuspecting family of travelling merchants. Basking in the gore and horror, Bhaal rose from the red, sticky ichor to proclaim his parentage and decree she take her place within his court in Baldur's Gate.

As children, Melinoe and Orin were inseparable little beasts that reveled in pulling wings off of butterflies and pour water into ant hills. Melinoe, being younger than Orin, admired and adored her elder bloodkin. She wanted to be her. To have her braid. To have her armor. To show her admiration and show her love through imitation.

Orin the Red and Melinoe the Black. It's said that these titles came from the saying: black like the shadows in which they creep, and red like the blood they will spill when they take hold of you.

They would have likely continued to be close, had it not been for the fact that Bhaal himself split between them, sporing a rot as he so cruelly declared that he would only acknowledge a single heir to his legacy. Both desperate for the acknowledgement and love of Bhaal, loving sisters turned enemies and rivals. It was to Orin's misfortune that Melinoe rose as the favored and most trusted Bhaalspawn.

To be the Favored came with responsibility. She was to take the Sword Coast and every soul within, a gift for her God-Father. The capital to a world enshrouded in darkness and engorged with blood. Bhaal did not expect that his most beloved daughter would stray.

This was the beginning of her downfall, her descent into disenchantment. Melinoe's adorations and loyalty flickered to the ever insatiably aspiring Lord Enver Gortash. Was it love, perhaps? A feeling that she no longer received from her estranged sister and a feeling that she would realize her Father that she wished so deeply to appease could never love her in return. The domination of an elder brain was not enough for her father's pleasure, she received no accolades and his words were silent in her ears. She was expected, and so she was not praised. This was not a gift from loving daughter to father, but one f many never-ending conditions to prove that she deserved his favor and attentions. To fail his expectations would be for him to turn away.

She would spend nights begging for forgiveness, for she knew the betrayals that crawled in her mind, and cling to the hopes that her father would hear her pleading sincerity. A beloved daughter to turn on her almighty father, begging for him to show her a sign that she was mistaken. To show her that she was loved and cherished. But the God was silent, and abandoned she was left she return with the fruits of her blood and seat and tears for him to rein supreme. Father saw her only as a Dog to be trained to fetch and breed for his legacy.

If only her beloved sister could see this cruelty of their making. The design that their father had woven for them as if they were toys and tools. But Orin was not to be persuaded. Elder sister was blinded by her desire to be loved by Bhaal, and by the great offense in the fact that, despite Melinoe's continual treachery, the younger remained the Chosen. Little sister was a threat. For if Little Sister were to remain, Orin would surely never have a chance at Father's love.

It was from Orin's petty jealousy that Melinoe was flung from her throne.

Sharp, cold knife sliding between the bone of her skull and pried apart as claws shredded and banshee screams echoed. The feeling of an altered, abomination of an Illithid tadpole spawn crawled and gnawed itself a nest in brain matter.

Cast out into the abyss for the Illithid to poke and prod and defile in their demented parasitic conception rituals.

Alone. Unloved.

A shell to be filled. A puppet to be pulled and made to dance.

You are not your own. You never have been.

So is to be the Chosen Daughter of Bhaal.

But what shall you do now that you awaken?

Your memories shattered to winds as only sinister whispers and bed time stories mothers tell to frighten their children?

Who do you belong to?

❝ You only are free when you realize you belong no place, you belong every place — no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great… More and more, I belong to myself. ❞ ( MAYA ANGELOU )

#penned by grim ;#character sheet ;#cw: dark urge #psa ; important

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GREVILLEA x 'AUDREY'

Good afternoon! Well it's been a very long time since I have posted..life has been very full the past 2 years. Still is. But I miss sharing plant geek stuff!

On this very warm - for Western Washington - mid-August summer day, Grevillea 'Audrey' is in full bloom!! The rest of the grevilleas that I planted in our neighborhood peak out their bloom in mid-winter through Spring. And Audrey bloomed then as well, but not nearly as profusely as it is now.

The plant in my garden was acquired from Ian Barclay at The Desert Northwest Nursery (Sequim, WA), and was planted in the fall of 2019. Trying to cram in as many plants as possible into a small garden (LOL!), I decided to try growing 'Audrey' as a "standard" - multi-stem, upright, with room for other plants at the base. And...with some perseverance each of the 4 growing seasons, this has worked out well. The bush has three main stems, and lots of lofty shoots. It has now reached a height of over 10' and is probably 8' wide. Will continue training the bush into a multi-stemmed small tree.

The humming birds LOVE LOVE LOVE this plant. Both our year-round Anna's and the Rufous hummingbirds that are with us each warm season. I try to grow a variety of tubular flowers to give variety to their diet.

Did a bit of research on 'Audrey'. According to Ian Barclay in his post "Pacific Northwest Grevilleas Revisited", 'Audrey' was likely incorrectly marketed as 'Poorinda Constance' - which has pure red flowers. 'Audrey' has orange and pink in her flowers, varying somewhat between winter and summer.

As Ian notes, 'Audrey' "makes a silvery-leaved shrube with a rather angular growth habit. It is exceptionally vigourous and tough...It has outgrown its expected dimensions, reaching 10' tall and 15' across in only 7 years." He reports it blooms about 11 months out of the year, and advises light summer shaping. It is hardy to about 5 degrees F.

HortFlora (https://www.rbg.vic.gove.au) at the Royal Botanical Gardens of Victoria [State], Australia reports that 'Audrey' is a "probable hybrid, G. juniperina x G. victoriae, raised by George Althofer at Nindethana Nursery, Dripstone, New South Wales, in 1957, the name commemorating his wife." The Althofers were pioneers in promoting Australian Native Plants. "So, this wonderful plant is named for Audrey Althofer, who helped her husband George in a pioneering effort to popularize Australian Native Plants. Appropriate."

#hummingbird plants #grevillea shrubs #orange-red flowers #long-blooming shrubs

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freelance-blogger · 2 days ago

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Freelance Web Development Courses: Kickstart Your Career

The world of freelance web development is rapidly expanding. With more businesses going digital, the demand for skilled Freelance Web Designers and Freelance Web Developers has never been higher. Whether you're looking to become a Freelance Website Designer Singapore or upgrade your current skills, taking the right web development courses is a crucial step toward success.

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Why Courses Matter in Freelance Web Development

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9. Skillshare – Web Design and Freelance Courses

Skillshare offers shorter, project-based courses in web design, UI/UX, and freelancing. While not as in-depth as bootcamps, they’re perfect for learning specific skills quickly.

A Freelance Web Designer Singapore or Website Designer Singapore looking to sharpen a particular skill like typography, wireframing, or branding can benefit greatly.

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Pluralsight offers expert-led, structured learning paths in various web technologies. Their assessments help you gauge your current skill level, making it ideal for intermediate and advanced developers.

It's a solid option for Freelance Website Developer Singapore professionals who want continuous learning.

What to Look for in a Web Development Course

Choosing the right course depends on your career goals. Here are a few factors to consider:

1. Course Content

Make sure it covers both front-end and back-end if you're aiming to be a full-stack Freelance Website Developer.

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Courses that include real-world projects are more valuable, especially for building your portfolio as a Freelance Web Designer Singapore.

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While not always mandatory, certificates can enhance your credibility, especially if you're just starting out in web design Singapore.

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A good learning platform should offer forums, peer reviews, or mentorship. These features are incredibly helpful for Freelance Web Developers working independently.

Freelancing-Focused Courses

Apart from technical skills, you need to understand how to manage your freelance business.

1. Freelancing 101 (by And Co)

This free course includes tips on setting rates, handling contracts, and finding clients—perfect for a Freelance Website Designer.

2. Skillshare – Building a Freelance Web Design Business

Tailored for Freelance Web Designer Singapore professionals, this course dives into client management, branding, and pricing models.

Certifications That Add Value in Singapore

In Singapore, credentials matter. Here are some certifications that boost your resume:

Google UX Design Certificate

W3C Front-End Developer Certificate

AWS Certified Cloud Practitioner

Meta Front-End Developer Certificate

Adobe Certified Professional – Web Authoring

These are valuable whether you're a Website Developer Singapore or a Freelance Website Designer Singapore offering services to corporations or startups.

Career Paths After Taking Courses

Once you've completed one or more of these courses, you’ll be equipped to take on various roles:

Freelance Web Developer for small businesses

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Web Developer Singapore offering full-stack solutions

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The key is to continue learning and updating your portfolio. The more you apply your skills in real projects, the more you grow.

Final Thoughts

Freelance web development is one of the most rewarding career paths in the digital era. The right courses not only teach you how to code but also how to think critically, solve problems, and manage clients.

Whether you're a complete beginner or looking to specialize further as a Freelance Web Designer, Freelance Website Developer, or Web Designer Singapore, there's a course out there that fits your needs.

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Invest in yourself. Learn, build, and grow. The journey to becoming a top-tier Freelance Web Developer Singapore or Website Developer Singapore starts with the right education.Visit https://www.freelancewebdesigner.sg to learn on Website development in Singapore.

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