#but idk what the classifications around these things are

[flecks-of-stardust]

someone find me a draw the squad meme with 5 people and i’ll draw the dreamless inserts /hj

[cinna-bunnie]

love when u play a game and see some recurring themes in the negative reviews, then u actually play it yourself and know that people just aren't used to that kind of game or had preconceptions that just weren't correct.

[emile-hides]

Again, I don’t know what’s happening in my brain, but I’m sorting all the Koopas by Shell Type (both canon and headcanon for diversity sake) and I’ve decided these guys are all part of the same genus

[mortuarywriting]

Falling into Place

Ao3 Link - [First] - [Next Chapter ->]

All things considered this isn't what you were expecting to wake up to when you went to bed. One minute you're on your phone, trying to pass out, and the next? You're here. You've had some interesting greetings in your life, but dropping about six feet and having twelve guns leveled at your face? That takes the cake

Warnings:

Reader Insert, Plus-Size Reader, The Author Regrets Everything, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Isekai, canon divergence Look we're gonna dig into the implications of omegasverse changing bits and pieces of history as well as addressing whatever the FUCK is happening as CoD's history. Idk man Godzilla is canon and nobody bats an eye at that fact and you think I'm gonna be normal about that? No

You could be having a worse day, you think, as you stare at the interrogation table you're cuffed to. They could've shot you the second you fell the six feet from the sky into a random army base. That's a very real thing that could've happened.

But no, you just had a dozen guns pointed at you in one moment and a slew of questions you didn't have satisfying answers for.

No, you had no idea how you got there. You'd been in bed tooling around on your phone and then you were falling.

They asked who you worked for, and were not impressed by your mundane answer. You didn't work for some pmc or intelligence organization. You asked them to their faces if they thought you could pass a PT test if you tried. Not that they answered or appreciated your point, mind.

It was only after you gave them whatever identifying information you had that things got… spicy.

"I would love to tell you what this designation of yours is if you tell me what you mean. Is it like a classification of civilian versus enlisted? Is it physical? Is it your horoscope? I don't know what I don't know," you explain again for the Nth time. You didn't wanna play twenty questions but here you fuckin were, captive audience and all.

The man asking you questions had lost his charming good cop look. He was getting more and more annoyed on this one, "your designation," a demand, not a question and sure as shit not an answer.

"Again, would love to tell you! I don't know what you mean! Feels like some kinda Star Wars thing," you grumble the last bit to yourself but the man cocks his head.

His eyes narrow, "what are… Star Wars, you said?"

You blink owlishly, "beg pardon?"

"Star War. Clarify."

It's your turn for your brow to furrow, and furrow it does, "Star Wars? As in the multi-billion dollar franchise created by George Lucas and eventually sold to Disney," your tone is questioning, just shy of asking if the guy lived under a rock but his expression didn't let up and the last thing you needed was bad cop, so you continued, "the story of what happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away? The political space series of movies versus Star Trek's more scientific and discovery based longstanding TV show? Nine major movies and the Clone Wars before Disney sunk their talons in. Like yeah we got more shows and movies that expanded the universe but they also cut out decades of book contributions in their acquisition and that kinda sucked. But yeah, that Star Wars?"

"Nine movies," his tone is disbelieving, and now it's your turn for your eyebrows to raise, "can you name them?"

You nod, "well yeah. Do you want them in episode order or release?"

His brows furrow, "did they not release in order?"

"In a sense? Three trilogies, 4-5-6 back in the late 70s early 80s, then 1-2-3 in the late 90s early 00s, and 7-8-9 through the teens. So order, yes, just… not a cohesive one."

"Release, then," he leaned back and crossed his arms, a position you'd love to mimic if you weren't cuffed to the table for… an indeterminate period of time now, actually.

"A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi-"

"Woah now, empire? What's a jeddy?"

You give him a blank look, trying very hard to mask your disbelief as you look between him and the mirror behind him. You look at your reflection, take a deep breath, and- "sir would it be easier for you to maybe check the internet?"

He seemed to bristle, nose flaring and looking at you expectantly.

You just… kinda sat there. You tapped your fingers together on the desk and kept the eye contact he was intent on. It took a good minute and him getting progressively pissier before you simply ask, "would you like the other movies now?"

You didn't expect an explosion of movement from the man. He downright snarled and slammed his hands on the table as he burst to his feet, the sudden change sending his chair screeching back before falling with a clatter. You leaned as far back as your cuffed hands would allow, eyes wide and a panic rising.

Both of you turned to look at the door when it slammed open with a barked, "Williams!" 

The man who opened it reared back a bit, "Christ, layin' it on a bit thick," he groused, his tone sounding more like someone chastising a teenager for using too much Axe body spray. He smoothed his posture back into something casual as he fanned the air dismissively with a hand, "cap wants you to take a walk."

Your interrogator- Williams, apparently- stares at the man in the door, the two locking eyes before the one in the door straightens from his purposely relaxed posture. You watch the both of them, noting the shoulders tensing as the two just. Staring at each other? Eventually the guy who'd been grilling you looked away and stormed out, the man in the doorway letting him slip out easily enough before turning a charming look back to you.

He took a minute to fan the door a few times to get newer, blissfully cool air in before he entered the room, "sorry 'bout him. He really did a number in here," the new guy tsked before closing the door quietly behind himself.

Your brow furrowed even as you slowly relaxed a bit, had this Williams guy like… farted or something? A nice quirk of ventilation keeping you from smelling something abhorrent? Either way you simply shrug as he walks in and tips the chair back up, sitting and giving another reassuring smile, "how you doing, love?"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before simply settling on, "I'm a bit… whelmed? This has been," you give as vague a rolling gesture as you can without your cuffs rattling too badly, "a lot? And I have no idea what just set him off either?"

It's the man before you's turn to quirk a brow, "no idea?"

"If I knew the answers to his questions I'd've given 'em by now. I don't, though, and then he just started staring? And hell I just thought it was some kinda macho 'I can stare the truth out of you,'" you pitched your voice lower and pushed your shoulders out for a second to mimic the douchebag behavior before settling, "so I kept eye contact because I'm so out of my depth I have no reason to lie at all and now…" you trail off, gesturing around the room, "all that."

The man nods slowly, "alright love, could you tell me about the last five years?"

Your brows furrow, "oh fuck, 2019 was five years ago wasn't it. God, time is an illusion. Anyway, you want what I was doing leading up to and through the pandemic?"

You think he might've startled for a second but he simply moved to scratch his chin, "mhmm. Just your thoughts on the last five years is all."

So… you ramble. Because he was nice and not prodding or asking weird questions. You talk to him about your job before the pandemic, how people thought covid was just a flu until the death tolls kept climbing, how tons of governments dropped the ball on a local or country-wide level and how that kicked back onto your life, and then the absolute crapshoot of the last election cycle, the shitty 'oh no this is the new normal everything is fine' behavior that has lead to surges and cycles of a fucking plague and so on. He simply nodded, gave some sympathetic hums and winces appropriately at your experiences.

"And did you go back and watch Star Wars through that? Or other things Disney owned?"

And, well, that was a weird way to phrase it but you shrugged, "the mouse is just shy of a monopoly and not one that anybody can take that down so… yeah, I guess? They kept putting shows out and expanding their Star Wars universe so that's been kinda neat to watch but not just them, no. Couple other games and stuff like that to keep me busy, too," you kinda handwave and shut up because panic rambling to MILITARY PERSONNEL is probably not your smartest move in hindsight. Especially when you don't know his name. A+, self.

You tap your fingers against the metal table as he looks at you, "and you said covid has a long term effect of ruining people's senses of smell and taste?"

You nod slowly, "yeah, dude? It's one of the biggest warning signs for most people? Like if everything starts tasting like it was made by a middle class white mom who keeps shoving random letters in her kids names you should swab? That kinda shit?"

What rock has this guy been living under? You were pretty sure the military were supposed to be way more familiar with this shit all things considered, but you've been wrong before.

It was his turn to give you a bit of a wide eyed look before he poorly covers a laugh, "alright, that's fair. I need to go talk with my captain," he hooks a thumb over his shoulder to the window, which didn't surprise you that there had been people back there. He offers a reassuring smile as he stands, humming idly as he pushes the chair back in. He pauses mid-step, "you mentioned that there were cards…?"

You find yourself nodding slowly, "yeah it was important and you couldn't fly or go to certain places if you didn't have one for a while. Should still have a picture of mine buried on my phone," you really didn't wanna get another first-round of covid shots, you REALLY didn't wanna repeat the 24 hours of suck for no reason.

"Cool, thanks," he flashes another charming grin before he slides out of the room.

You lean back in your chair, what an odd guy. Nice though.

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"Right," Gaz says as he opens the door to Price and Ghost, "either our mystery guest is off her nut or she's legitimately from somewhere and somewhen else."

Ghost and Price look at each other before turning back to Gaz, this… complicated matters.

Well, it's not like you hadn't given them information to identify yourself. They'd dig up who you were one way or another.

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You stare blankly as the nice man from before gives you a sympathetic look, "what do you mean I'm dead?"

Behind him is a guy you're not sure if he's just fuckoff huge or if he's just moderately huge and it's forced perspective.

You don't think it's forced perspective.

You are absolutely trying not to panic spiral.

You are absolutely doing a horrible job at that.

"Well," he opens the file before him and there's a news article, proudly proclaiming "Locals Die in Horrible Freak Accident" like that's not some form of you that was looking like some smear on the pavement, "there's this. Fingerprints match up. Can check for dental if you're really curious."

"Were there even any teeth left after that," you mumble as you take and read the offered article. Seven people were involved, the pictures used are mostly flattering. Hell, you almost don't mind what pic they used for an alternate you but… "that's certainly not the pic I would've wanted. Maybe this me had different tastes?"

You take the time to actually read through the article. It's not helping because for as much as you stare at the page you're not absorbing any information. Some form of detachment, if this was really you? You'd died. A different you but a you nonetheless. You died and you're reading how it happened. There was a lot to unpack in all this and you just needed to put the suitcase away for now. You'd much rather throw it away at this rate.

You were rapidly coming to the understanding that you and Toto were not in Kansas anymore, and there wasn't a convenient yellow brick road to get yourself back home. No easy way to get the hell out of Dodge either. Was it Dodge or the O.K. Corral that was in Kansas? No the O.K. Corral wasn't in Kansas- Dodge was though, that's right. 

This analogy was getting away from you and some part of you figured this was just your brain trying to protect yourself but… wait, wasn't this a metaphor? There wasn't 'like' or 'as' or goddammit not again.

You recognize some names here and there but largely everyone involved were perfect strangers. The article doesn't cover if it would've been slow or quick. You hope for the smear that it was quick. Smears like that don't happen slowly, right? Well, not unless it's like a dramatic slide down a window, but not usually across pavement like that.

Still not sure how you feel about all of it. Bit morbid being confronted with your mortality like that.

Certainly answered a lot of questions about your theoretical passing you never thought about. Like if the obituary for you in what you know to be your own home and world is just as… really kinda just mediocre as this. Have you really done nothing of note for an obituary? Damn.

You kept pouring over the article, each pass bringing new words into focus that help connect the picture a little bit, but… Something repeated in the article made you pause, "two alphas, four betas, and an omega?" 

There was no decent way to ask about that. Any questions invoked from here would border into dangerous territory better kept between yourself and a private browser history. You knew what you were about but there was no fucking way.

"Their designations," the nice man whose name you still hadn't caught explains, "mostly explaining their secondary gender."

You look at him owlishly. You pray to whatever God might be listening that you wake up shortly. Or that the earth below your feet opens up and swallows you. Whichever comes first, the mortification will snipe you otherwise.

"Please tell me this is an elaborate joke at my expense," you are very quiet as you are trying to get really cool with a lot of things really quickly.

"Negative," the big fucker in the back practically growled and you knew that voice would do things to you if you weren't half stepped out of your own body. 

You missed whatever his followup was but your brow furrowed when you checked the date on the article, "I've been dead for months? That…" you let the paper fall from your hands. Everything about this is wild at best and very overwhelming at worst. 

A lot of this qualified as worst.

You look up at the two, missing the odd look they shot at each other as you try to pull yourself back together, "so now what? You've got a not-a-smear of me that fell from the sky onto a secure military base, and where I'm from we didn't have," you paused to gesture between the paper and the two soldiers, "dynamics was it? That was just a fanfiction special."

"Fanfiction."

The way he said it was so carefully neutral you paused, "oh my god without Star Trek to popularize fanfiction and the fan community, how has fandom evolved? Is fanfiction a thing- well, yes, it does fanfics have been a thing since Dante Alighieri wrote the Divine Comedy and even before- well, the question is more if it's still popularized? Are there still the wattpad fics of- I am getting so off track. What exactly is the next step?"

You look from the nice man to the big fucker and back, neither saying anything but looking at you with careful blankness.

You felt like you were being weighed and measured in their eyes.

You hoped to anyone listening that you weren't found wanting at least. Not when you're in the shit situation it looks like you ever so increasingly fell into.

"Considering I'm. Not smear. And very much not from here? Are blanks a thing? Or is that what a beta is I'm," you trail off, brow furrowing, "fuzzy. On the whole thing. The flavor of understanding, dynamics, and population skew tended to be dependant on the author's level of horny."

The did get a bit of a snort from the pretty one before you, the one in the back tilting his head just so as the pretty one spurred you on, "okay please don't take this the wrong way, you have given me nothing to go on but A/B/O and-" a finger was raised in question to that, you quickly explaining, "the fanfic shorthand for the universe without being a mouthful. Anyway- I've seen population numbers being roughly the same across the board, I've seen alphas and omegas at roughly 1% of the population of society on either end, I've seen alphas at about 5% and omegas at 1%- those ones are usually the most horny I swear.

"And it's all over the board, no consistency- sometimes it's betas are infertile, sometimes they're the straightman to the comedy that's an alpha and omega trying to woo each other without being too horny to function. Sometimes it's a sliding scale where being beta just means you're more the more middle-ground regulated hormonally with alphas and omegas being the opposing ends of a spectrum. Can you please say something and give me a fucking break because my panic rambles are probably like. Some kinda prejudiced. I'm still not over the 'I'm supposed to be a smear on the ground we don't even have dental images of to confirm who it is anymore' nugget you dropped on me. I think I'm doing well for this"

You would rather not tell them that as soon as you're out of this box of a room you were gonna be curled up in a ball and unabashedly weeping. That was none of their business.

The pretty one gave you what you're sure was supposed to be a reassuring smile but the quiet stretched just a bit too long. You looked from one to the other before leaning forward, "is this supposed to be soothing in some way? Because it's just a bit of an extended awkward silence and that's uh-"

It was the big one in the back's turn to give an amused snort, the pretty one looking bashful, "right, sorry, we uh-"

You jerk a bit, "wait, was that supposed to be some scent thing," you really didn't wanna say pheromones and potentially dig yourself into a deeper, more awkward hole based on Horny Pseudoscience.

Pretty rubbed the back of his neck, "something like that. You really couldn't smell anything?"

You know the exact Face you're making. It's very much your 'I have told you this and I'm getting tired of having to repeat it' face. You can tell he clocks it but for the record, because to your mortification this has to be recorded, you simply give a succinct, "no, I haven't smelled anything. Not from you, not from him," you jerk your head towards the big fucker, "and not from douchebag from be- Williams! His name was Williams. Nothing. Really had no clue why you were fanning the door when you came in."

You sigh, rubbing the heels of your palms into your eyes, "okay. Assuming I'm not about to be put into past tense a second time. Do we have any idea what popped me out here?"

The sentences are stilted, you know you're getting more rattled the longer you're here but sue you alright it's been the worst six hours of your life here.

They just continue to look at you, pretty keeping a polite almost customer service look as big one just stares unceasingly.

"Right. Okay. Am I going to be reintegrated to society or is this," you gesture around the little room as much as you can, "looking like my home for the foreseeable future."

No change in what you can see of either's expression, and you just sag. Deep breath in, deep breath out, "cool. Alright. Well. I know nothing of how biology is altered here, I'm not sure how that has impacted changes throughout history, and frankly I don't know what your pop culture has done. I'm assuming math and written languages are largely the same but in all fairness I don't know what I don't know."

You just stare quietly at the table for a bit longer before looking back at the two of them, "is there anything else you need because I can feel the freakout creeping up and while I know there's no real privacy, uh…"

The pretty one looked back to the big one, at some point you're sure you'll get some sort of names but for now? Now you watch the big one nod, the pretty one give you a polite smile and some vaguely polite bullshit your brain is swiftly going too far out to hear.

You only hope that whoever is behind the mirror is polite enough to look away as you put your head down on the table and give yourself the opportunity to, just this once, cry. As a treat.

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[nottapossum]

The littlest Cannibal Pt 1: Little Fawn in Cannibal town.

Possum: This story takes place years before Hazbin hotel, before Alastor's 7 year absence, and before the death of Franklin.

Franklin is someone who co-owned Rosie's Emporium before elegedly dying in the extermination.

Now some say Franklin was a guy who was in a relationship with Rosie.

Some think it's the woman who was dead in front of the emporium in the pilot.

Idk.

For the sake of not knowing I will be using They/Them pronouns for Franklin.

Oh also! This takes place in my Au itty bitty sinners, it's a prequel!

But you don't have to read that to read this. Not much is different tbh. Except that littles are more known and Alastor is a regressor.

Just needed to clear that up real quick.

⚠️ READ ME! ⚠️

This work is an Age regression/Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.

But there will also be cursing and talking about adult things when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed. Be careful.)

Age regression is not sexual, it's a safe coping mechanism.

Don't like, don't read.

⚠️⚠️Tw for this chapter: Implied toxic friendships, Panic attacks PTSD, being mauled by wild dogs, parent dying, suicidal thoughts. Lmk if I should add.

🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌

~~~Alastor and Rosie:~~~~

“Alastor! You made it!” Rosie smiles extra wide upon seeing him arrive at the cannibal town meeting she's been pestering him about all day yesterday.

Alastor's familiar smile lingers on his face. “It seemed rather important to you, I figured the least I could do is make an appearance.” He says casually. He wasn't sure about attending at all, but he really does owe it to Rosie.

“Well, come on. I saved you a seat up front with me.” She says, pulling on his arm to guide him to their seats. 

Alastor has been staying in cannibal town for a few days now. It wasn't exactly part of his plan, at all actually. But he needed some space from…certain individuals who he'd rather never be associated with again!

Rosie and Franklin were gracious enough to let him stay there, they also agreed to help convince the other residents to keep his visitation on the down low until he's ready to make a glorious comeback. 

He told them the reason for staying had to do with needing some time to plan and prepare for an upcoming project of his…

But his real reasons, he'd never admit to..because they are far more pathetic and childish. 

He hadn't shown up for the last overlord meeting, he hasn't left cannibal town since the incident, and yet…he's managed to keep the smile wide on his face. 

No matter how much he hurt, he could always keep smiling.

There are days he felt as if that's all he had.

“Thank you everyone for being here.” Franklin says. “Now, if you will all kindly settle down so we can begin…uh, excuse me…SHUT UP!” They shout. 

Alastor raised his eyebrows in amusement as the audience finally quieted down around him.

Rosie stood up to help them. “What my partner here is trying to say is that we have a lot to cover today. So, everyone please settle down..Now, who would like to start?” Rosie asks, picking up the mallet from the podium.

A few of the residents stood up to get Rosie's attention.

“Ah, yes. Fauntleroy. Why don't you start?” Rosie asks. 

Mr. Fauntleroy cleared his throat. “Mrs Rosie, Mx Franklin.” He greets. “I wanted to discuss the possibility of expanding on my tea shop, the ground along the right side is all dead rubbish. If you'll allow it, I'd like to buy the land and add a book section to my shop. I think the addition of-”

“You want to sell books!? At a tea shop! This is madness!” Susan shouts in the audience.

Anyone can say what they want about cannibal town..

‘They eat people,’

‘They're too violent,’

‘They're hurting me ow ow stop it.’

But they certainly are entertaining in any case. 

“Now, Susan…” Rosie starts. 

“Don't now Susan me! If he starts selling books at his tea shop, who knows what that could lead to! Selling flowers at the haberdashery?! Anarchy!”

“Calm down, Susan. It's not that serious.” Rosie says. “We sell a multitude of items at the emporium.”

“But that's an emporium! To sell books at a tea shop would be false advertising!”

“I think you're just scared of change.” Rosie says.

“I am not!"

“We're getting off topic.” Fauntleroy interrupts. “I simply wish to know the price of the land so that I may-”

“Woof woof woof!” A loud barking speaks over the gentleman, startling Alastor immensely. His ears perk up as well as his tail in fear of the familiar sound. 

“Woof Woof Woof Woof woof!” 

Alastor looks around the place with caution, his rictus grin still in place, but his fear is in danger of getting discovered by his intense breathing and his sudden head movements. 

Where is it? Where's the fucking beast!?

His instincts want to stomp his feet, but he resists. 

He's not a deer, there are no other deer around.

He's fine! Everything is fine! 

“Alastor?” Rosie asks, having moved from the podium to stand in front of him. “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Theodosia, you brought frufru?” Another cannibal asks before Alastor can respond to her. “To a town meeting?”

“She has as much right to be here as anybody!” Theodosia argues. “She's a member of the town!”

“Take that dog somewhere else unless you want me to make sausages!” Susan says. “I can't hear Rosie over that racket!”

“If you love Rosie so much, just marry her, Susan!” another cannibal says. 

“Shut up! I want to hear what Rosie and Franklin have to say!”

“You can't hear very well anyway.” Theodosia says.

“What?” Susan asks her. 

“Woof Woof woof!” Fru Fru continues.

Alastor looks towards the lady who had the evil little poodle in her lap. His eyes light up and form dials as he is tempted to devour her and her little dog.

No no no! 

Control….

Stay in control Alastor…

You need to stay here.

Part of him wants to run, and the other part wants to eat the dog! 

And he needs to fight both of those if he wants to keep up appearances. 

Alastor has been fighting regression all week, his little…mishap with Vox has left him feeling…a way he'd rather not expand on. 

“Alastor?” Rosie asks again, reaching for his hand slowly. 

“Woof woof woof!” 

Alastor feels like barking back before ripping that dog apart with his teeth! He can't help but gripping his ears with his hands, stopping Rosie's attempts to comfort him. 

“Alastor?” Rosie rests a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

That snaps him back to reality for a moment. Alastor shakes his head and turns to Rosie…

His eyes are back to normal as he faces his friend. “Rosie?” He asks.

“There you are. Are you alright, dear?” Rosie asks him. 

“E-excuse me.” Alastor got up and walked out of the room slowly but surely to avoid any issues. He couldn't take it anymore! 

He continues to cover his ears to avoid listening to the loud chatter and barking.

‘Breathe, Alastor… just breathe.’ He tells himself.

“Alastor?” Rosie tries to get his attention, but Alastor keeps walking. 

Alastor left at a normal pace until it was safe to run.

The second he couldn't be seen by the townsfolk, he ran! And he kept running, past the buildings, through town square, until he found Rosie's emporium. 

His current residence was too far away to run to before he completely broke down, and he desperately needed a quiet room to reside until he calmed a bit. 

He can't regress here! 

He walks inside and sits down on the floor behind the counter to try and calm himself down. 

He can't stop replaying it in his head…

The way he smiled at her as she lay there, bleeding out…

The way he ran from the scene, not really Watching where he was going…

The dogs chased him, attacked him.

He remembered wishing they just ended him.

Why does he have to lose everyone he's ever cared about? 

He wished Mimzie were here…

He's not sure why. 

He just…didn't want to feel alone. 

He was so alone! But every time he opened up to anyone…it ended like this!

Him, breaking down and acting like a child!

“Alastor?”

…fuck. 

Why did he run here!? He could have found a library or something!

He panics more, unable to get his breathing in order.

“Alastor, Alastor, what happened, sweetie?” Rosie walks into the room, worried out of her mind, she's never seen Alastor like this. “Are you alright?” 

He couldn't answer, and he couldn't stop! His whole body shook violently as he tried to calm himself down. 

Just calm the fuck down!

Rosie sat down on the floor in front of him. “Breathe, sweetie. Everything’s gonna be okay.” Rosie tells him gently. 

She's freaking out inside, but she knows it won't help him to know that. She has to stay calm for his sake.

Alastor's breathing is shaky and gasp-y as he tries to talk: “I'm fine, Ro- I'm-” his breathing was too shallow, he doesn't even have enough air to talk.

“Hey, just focus on breathing, yeah?” She asks him. “You don't have to put on a face for me, darling. I'm your friend.”

Alastor nods, he's feeling such a strong fatigue trying to overcome him, yet his panicked adrenaline was residing within him, stopping the tiredness from overtaking him. 

“Breathe in…2…3…4. And out 2…3…4.” She guides him. 

Alastor follows her lead and starts to calm down. 

It takes a bit, but his breathing finally slows down to a normal pace. 

Small tears still fall down his face, he can't stop them.

“Are you okay?” Rosie asks. 

No…

Alastor nods. 

“Alright, deerie. It's okay to be honest with me right now, in fact, I need you to be honest with me, alright?” Rosie asks. 

Alastor nods, his head is starting to fuzz, he can't think straight…but he tries to focus on what she's saying. 

“Do you need some space, or would you like some company? I'm here for you as long as you want me, but I can go if that's better.” 

Alastor should tell her to leave. 

He's feeling small and he can't have her knowing he's small!

But…

He doesn't want to be alone… 

He misses his friend! He can't be alone!

Alastor took her hand. “You can stay…” He says, but quickly adds: “If you'd like.” 

A voice inside is yelling. 

No one else can know! Too many people know! Like- two people! That's too many. You can't add Rosie to the list! 

Rosie placed her other hand on top of his, stopping the negative thoughts. “Alright, I'm not going anywhere.”

Tears started falling down Alastor's face again, he just wanted his mama! But, she's gone! It's not fair! 

“Oh, sweetie. It's okay. I'm here.” Rosie offers Alastor a hug by stretching out her arms, she knows Alastor is not a fan of physical affection, but it looked like he really needed one.

Alastor's eyes are bloodshot red, but they glow with a bit of innocence Rosie immediately recognized. 

The deer crawled onto her lap and wrapped his own arms around her as he cried harder into her shoulder.

“It’s okay, get it out. It's alright.” Rosie says, rubbing his back as he sobs into her shoulder. “You're alright.”

Alastor shakes his head. “Broken.” 

Rosie pets his ears. “What's that, darling?”

“M’ broken.” He says. “S'wrong.”

“It's not wrong and you're not broken.” Rosie tells him. “Everyone gets a bit damaged, but you're not broken. Understand?”

Alastor nods.

“Good.”

It took a few minutes for him to get all those negative things out, but Rosie didn't mind, she'd be here for years if he needed it. 

“Alastor?” Rosie asks him as soon as the sobbing dies down. “Are you okay?” She asks again. 

Alastor nods against Rosie, but he doesn't let go of her. He holds her tight as if she'd go away once he let go. 

“Are you feeling…small, right now, honey?” Rosie asks him carefully.

Alastor whines pitifully, sounding a bit like a little fawn.

“It's okay, I've looked after little ones like you before. There's nothing to be afraid of.” Rosie says, petting his hair. “Even big scary overlords like us can use some tending to, right?”

Alastor only shrugs as a response.

“Here, let's get you to bed, little deer.” Rosie says.

Rosie picks Alastor up with no trouble at all and heads to one of her spare bedrooms. 

She sets Alastor gently onto the bed.

“Is it okay if I remove your coat and shoes?” Rosie asks him. 

Alastor nods, eyelids heavy and his eyes still so red. 

She's gonna have to help clean up his face too. 

So, she helps him take off his shoes and coat. She sets his shoes by the door and hangs up his coat nicely in the closet so he'll know where they are tomorrow. 

Rosie walks into the bathroom, causing Alastor to bleep at her in distress. 

“It's alright, dear. I'm just getting a rag for your face.” She tells him. 

Rosie walks back over to him, rag in hand. “Is it alright if I clean you up?” She asks him. 

Alastor nods, so she takes his chin gently and graces his face with the cloth. “There you are. She cooes. “There's my Alastor.”

Alastor looks at her differently, like a stranger, but almost with a certain familiarity too. 

She doesn't mention it though, she simply gets up to put the rag away. 

Once she returns she notices Alastor pouting at her.

Now, Alastor's smile remains painted on his face, but his eyes and his ears give it away, his eyes peering as his ears droop down, indicating his distress.

Rosie tilts her head. “What's wrong, deerie?” She asks him. “Something on your mind?” 

Alastor just huffs like an angry deer as if Rosie should know exactly what is wrong.

“Come now, how am I supposed to know what you need if you don't tell me?” She asks. 

Alastor crosses his arms and looks away from Rosie.

Rosie sits down on the bed. “Alastor? ~” She asks teasingly. “Is someone a little grumpy?" 

Alastor shakes his head. "No."

"Sleepy, then?"

"No." Alastor tries to resist it, but he yawns. 

Rosie smiles sympathetically. “It's alright, you just relax.” She says, moving the sheets, which forces Alastor to move backwards, away from the blankets so Rosie could pull the sheets over him. “You get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning.”

But Alastor reaches and grabs Rosie's arm.

“Stay?” Alastor asks her. “Please?”

Rosie smiles. “How about a story?” She asks him.

Alastor nods, he'd take almost any attention at this point. 

Rosie pulls over the chair by the vanity closer to the bed where Alastor can see her. “Alright.”

“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up. And the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother.”

As Rosie started reading, Alastor became more and more relaxed. 

She didn't even make it through one chapter before he was fast asleep. 

Rosie looks up from her book and sees Alastor sleeping soundly. 

She smiles at finally seeing her friend peaceful for a change. She couldn't help herself, she lightly brushed some of his loose hairs back. 

“Rest well, Bambi.” She whispers softly to him. 

~~~Alastor~~~

By the time Alastor woke up…

Rosie was no longer there. 

It was honestly for the best, he didn't wish to speak to her anyways. He gets up to retrieve his shoes and jacket and walks home quietly without a word to Rosie.

~~~One week later:~~~

Alastor was reading quietly at his current residence.

No one bothered him too much since the incident, which he supposed was a good thing. He didn't really want to talk to Rosie about it…

He didn't wish to talk to anyone about it.

He didn't know where he'd go, but he had to leave, he couldn't face her after that…

Which was fine, he should be used to this by now, everyone who knew about him always left eventually. 

If the last few weeks taught him anything, it was better when he walked away first. Better to leave than be left. 

He heard a knock at the door. 

Alastor sighs, curses. 

If he wasn't raised right, he may have just ignored the knocking door, but alas, his mother did teach him some manners.

He opens the door and sees none other than…Rosie.

Of course. 

“Alastor! Good, you're here!” Rosie says. 

Alastor's ears drop slightly from feeling rather awkward. “Hello, Rosie. What brings you here?” He asks. 

“I won't dawdle if you're busy, I just wanted to drop something off for you.” She says. She's currently holding a big red box with yellow stars on it.

“I see, why would you give me something? It's not my birthday, it's not sinmas.” He says. 

“No, no, it's nothing like that. It's a special gift just between friends.” She says. “Don't be rude, just accept it.” 

He takes the box from her, still slightly confused. 

“Come by tomorrow if you feel like it, darling.” She says. “You're always welcome.” She says, looking him straight in the eyes to make that very clear to him.

Rosie walks away, so Alastor closes the door. 

What could she possibly-?

He doesn't finish the thought, but he sets the box down on his tea table.

Atop the box, there was a letter. 

Alastor walks over to his drawer to get his letter opener to rip it open carefully. 

The letter read: ‘Your secret's safe with me, darling. And if you need someone to keep you company on those sensitive days, you can always come to me. I will be there for you. ~Rosie 🌹’

‘P.S, I hope I didn't go overboard on the gifts. If I have, please forgive my excitement.’

Alastor sets the letter aside and opens the box and his ears perk up upon seeing the two pacifiers at the top of some red tissue paper. 

Taking out the remaining paper, there was a stuffed deer toy, a handmade bonnet with holes for his ears and antlers, a deer themed teether, an adult sized baby bottle, and lastly, a deer quilt she made herself.

His ears drop again…

Why would she do this for him? Why make such an effort?

He knows their friends but- 

None of his other friends would have done something quite like this…

The quilt was very soft, softer than anything he currently owned. 

He felt the soft fabric against his cheek. 

…

Perhaps he could stay…a little longer.

~~~The next day: Alastor and Rosie:~~~

It would be rude to not thank Rosie for the gifts. 

He doesn't wish to discuss this with her…but it's done. 

He can't change what she knows. 

If yet another person has to know…he doesn't mind it being Rosie.

“Alastor! What a nice surprise.” Rosie smiles, seeing Alastor arrive at the emporium.

“Franklin, take over for me?” Rosie asks once Alastor walks closer to her. 

Franklin nods. 

“Follow me.” Rosie says, taking him upstairs to the same room he woke up in last week. 

Alastor's smile was still there, but his ears were down as he awkwardly looked around the room. “I uh- I appreciate the gift, Rosie.”

Rosie smiles. “Oh, I'm glad! I hope I didn't go overboard. I'd hate to overwhelm you.” She says, lightly touching his cheek to reinitiate eye contact. 

He grips gently on her hand to show her a bit of affection. “Not at all.”

He doesn't know if he trusts anyone anymore…but if he did, it would be Rosie. 

He felt as if he could actually be comforted by her touch, and actually be okay when she's around. 

But does he actually feel that way? 

“Listen, I know you're not one to talk about your feelings, but would it be alright if we talked about it?” Rosie asks. 

Alastor has only discussed regression with a few individuals, and even then it was a general conversation, nothing too personal for the most part. 

But, it wouldn't be so horrendous to confide in Rosie. She's never done him wrong before, in fact she has surpassed friendships expectations ten fold by being there for him already.

“Al?” She asks. 

“What is left to be discussed?” He asks. 

“Well, I wanted to let you know that there's nothing wrong with you.” She says. “Earlier you said you were broken, and sure, I don't know everything about you, how you grew up, what you think and how you spent your life up there, but I do know at least that regressing is your attempt at healing, not breaking. I don't want you to feel like you're not worth the support you need in order to do that, because you are.” She says. “There is nothing wrong with you being small sometimes, and there's no shame in accepting some comfort either.” 

Alastor wasn't sure how to respond to that. People don't typically talk to him like that. “Thank you, Rosie. That's very kind.”

“I did some research on age regression, it's honestly quite interesting.” Rosie says. 

Alastor looks at her, face unreadable. 

Rosie just continues. “It sounds like a great way to cope with all this shit we gotta deal with.” She says. “I've met regressors before, there are plenty here in Cannibal town. But, I've only watched them on occasion, never for more than a few hours.” 

Alastor nods, not sure how to respond to that either. 

“Do you have anyone to take care of you when you're little, honey?” Rosie asks him. 

Alastor's face flushes a bit from the pet name, but it’s not noticeable. “Uh, no. I don't have anyone.” Alastor says. “I used to but…they didn't last.”

“Would you like someone there?” Rosie asks.

“Are you offering?” Alastor asks back, a bit suspiciously.

“Yeah.” She answers simply. 

“Why?”

Rosie rolls her eyes. “I don't know, Alastor. Maybe because I actually care about you?” She suggests. 

“Rosie, you know me, I'm a sadistic serial killer.” 

“I'm up for the challenge.” She says. 

Alastor sighs, not sure she understands what she is offering. 

His first caregiver left as soon as she started.

And the second…

Well, the second was excellent until he wasn't.

Could he handle another one walking away? 

“Al,” Rosie takes his hand. “I'm not afraid of a little breakdown. I saw how scared you were, I saw how you looked so lost. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to help that kid out. You are my friend and you're always there helping everyone else out. It's okay to let someone else help you for once.” 

Alastor? Helping people? Who ever heard of such a thing? 

He shakes his head. He decides he can't take another caregiver. 

He's had enough! 

And though he doesn't doubt Rosie's loyalty and fondness of him…

He'll constantly be asking himself when Rosie will give up, when she's had enough, when she…

When she finds someone else. 

“I'm sorry, Rosie. I don't need a caregiver.” He says. “I can take care of myself.” 

Rosie smiles. “That's alright.” She says. “I understand. But, feel free to come to me if you need anything, and I mean anything!” She says sternly. 

Alastor nods. “I will.” 

“And if you're little…and need some company…”

Alastor rolls his eyes in amusement. “I will come to you.” 

Rosie pets his ears. “Good.”

Alastor glares at Rosie for daring to touch his ears.

Rosie laughs. “I'm sorry, deer. I couldn't help myself. You're absolutely adorable.”

“I am NOT adorable!” Alastor protests. 

Rosie laughs again. “Whatever you say.”

Alastor's glare deepens. “Rosie…” 

“You're not adorable, or cute, not at all. You're…absolutely terrifying and abhorrent, and hideous. Especially when small.” Rosie playcates. “Just an awful, horrifying overlord, nothing else.” 

Alastor rolls his eyes. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” He says sarcastically.

Rosie pets his head again. “You're very welcome, deer. Would you like to join Franklin and I for dinner tonight?” She asks.

Alastor smiles just a bit brighter with genuineness. “I'd be honored.” 

🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌

I will stand in the dark for you

I will hold you back by force

I will stand here right outside your door

I won't see you disgraced

I will protect your name and your heart

Because I miss my friend

I know you've forgotten me

I know you so well my friend

I know you might just throw yourself over

But I won't let you

I won't let you

It's all on me."

~~Sonya Alone, by Dave Malloy.

From Natasha, Pierre, and the great comet of 1812.

🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹🦌🌹

Possum note:

Hopefully Alastor and Rosie aren't too ooc in this 😅

This is only part 1 because I seriously need more Alastor slowly being adopted by and becoming family with everyone in cannibal town.

If you guys have any requests let me know. 

Also, if you know what great comet is... what's your favorite song? 😍 Mines charming and Dust and ashes. Oh! And no one else!

I love great comet!

Wait- what were we talking about?

Oh yeah.

Just give me your input, comments are good for my self esteem lol

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Hopefully that's all the tags.

[wellperfumedbead]

Okay but what if I wanted to ask you about vampire squids? I love autism ramblings about marine life.

:000

Okokok this is going to be very unstructured but sh

Ok so despite their name, they're not actually squid, infact they're probably closer to octopuses are in. And well, they were initially (and wrongly) classified as cirrate octopuses (like the flapjack octopus). And you can sorta see why really

So they're not squid, they're not octopuses but they are cephalopods, their own group of cephalopod of which they are the only known member. Their classification was rectified about the 1940s or 1950s. And this was in a German expedition whose purpose was to prove there was life below whatever number of metres, I can't remember how deep it was.

Anyway, they get about 30cm and live at depths around 600m-1200m (sorry idk how much that is in the imperial system). And they live in practically any the oceans in oxygen minimal zones/the oxygen minimal layer. In the OML there's very very little oxygen, like 5% oxygen or smth. That can be bc of circulation in the oceans and that water just isn't moved around as much (there's a name for those little pockets of ocean but I can't remember it). But they have blue blood that is copper based (?) and it binds oxygen really well. I don't know much about that bc I'm not much of a chemistry guy. But they also just use very little energy and have lots of surface area on their gills to absorb as much oxygen as they can.

They have remained largely unchanged for like 300 million years which is cool. In captivity they have been recorded to live for about 2 months but it's estimated they live for almost a decade in the wild.

Now they're called "the vampire squid from hell" (that's what their scientific name translates to) bc of their appearance. The red colour, the large red eyes (that are actually clear but appear blue or red in certain lighting) and the fleshy cirri (little spike things) that lines their webbing. When they are threatened they pull their webbing over their head and it makes them look scary and pointy but really the cirri is soft and squishy.

I'm gonna go back to the eyes for a second bc they are huge compared to the 'squids' body. Like pretty sure they're the biggest eyes compared to body size in any animal or smth. Really cool.

Oh and btw they do have suckers as well but only small ones on the furthest half of the arms from the body. Argh I want to talk about the arms but I want to finish talking about defence mechanisms first. ILL GET BACK TO THE ARMS!!

Ok so they have really weak muscles so their ass is not going anywhere fast, which is a problem when things are trying to eat you (things like sharks, larger cephalopods, fish, and even some diving whales). Their top speed is like 2 body lengths per second. So apart from the spines, they also have some bioluminesence up their sleeves. They have two large light organs on top of their head that kinda look like eyes and one on each end of their arm. So when they pull up their webbing around them and you look at them from the 'top' BAM suddenly you've got lots of scary eyes looking at you. Also they don't squirt ink but do squirt a sticky bioluminesent goo that either distracts the predator, or sticks to the predator so and even bigger predator comes along and eats them. I think this goo can stay glowing for about 10 minutes? I'm not sure. Im pretty sure that this is symbiotic bioluminescene tho, which is where the animal cultivates glowing bacteria to use rather that mixing all the chemicals for bioluminecense in their body themselves.

Ok ok ok arms and 'tentacles'. So they have 8 arms yeah but no tentacles. Instead they have two looonnngggg filaments that they store in little pockets in their body

You can see one there. These are like 8 times their body length and they connect directly to the 'squids' brain.

FOOD!! Unlike pretty much every other cephalopod ever, they are detrivores, which means they eat essentially garbage. Rotting organic matter known as marine snow and literal shit. They way they eat this is they catch the detritus with sticky cells on their filaments and use mucus to make it into something more easy to pass into their beak.

We don't know a whole lot about their breeding and stuff but the males pass a sperm packet to the female for storage so she can fertilise her eggs when she likes. When the babies hatch they are very teeny and don't have their webbing yet. The parents don't tend to their children at all and until they can feed themselves, they eat their egg sacs. They grow pretty slow bc there's not many nutrients and stuff available for them in the deep.

A cool thing about the babies is that when they hatch, they have one pair of swimming fins, then as they grow they develop a second pair, and then eventually they loose (its absorbed into their body, cant waste it) the first pair and just have their second pair. Sorta like we have adult and baby teeth

Another thing that sets them apart from other cephalopods is that they reproduce multiple (up to 20) times in their life, until they die. Other cephalopods usually die after the first time. This makes them iteraparous, while other cephalopods are semelparous.

Ok almost done I promise. A few more things:

-adults use their fins to swim while juveniles use propulsion

-the ICUN has not evaluated them

-they have very good balancing organs like the ones in our ears

-they can not change colour like other cephalopods bc their cromataphores are underdeveloped

THATS PRETTY MUCH ALL I KNOW SO FAR ABOUT THEM!! When I research, I like to try to exhaust every single reliable site with information about them and write it down so I dont think I missed anything too important when I first was researching them :)

Have some more pictures!!

[thana-topsy]

Idk if you've discussed this before, but I saw on one of the asks you like to think about the magical side of things in TES, so was wondering: in your headcanon, which of the schools of magic are probably the most challenging to use and master?

Anon, I just need you to know that this ask sent me into an absolute fit of inspiration writing an entire treatise on this topic from Neloth's point of view, but judging by the amount of unfinished WIPs I'm working with at the moment, I didn't want to leave you (or this question) hanging for months.

I think the most challenging schools are the ones that require the greatest force of will, namely Alteration and Illusion, both of which require you to impose your will on the world around you.

With Illusion, you're manipulating the minds of others. I think @dirty-bosmer had a great passage exploring this from this post of her writing: "Sylawen flushed but rolled her eyes, then shut them. Illusion. She hated Illusion. She wished she could tell him illusion was for the weak, a field of mind games and emotions, just alteration without the grounding laws of physics. Alteration for people who were bad at math. Illusion required Sylawen to be too close to others' emotions, and though she hated to admit it, sometimes she simply didn't understand how other people were supposed to feel."

I IMMEDIATELY adopted that into my headcanons: Illusion is a school that requires you to have a tremendous amount of intuitive empathy to use effectively, which has so many twisted and interesting implications. A master of Illusion, then, might use it very sparingly.

With Alteration, you're directly impacting the world around you but still bound by the laws of the natural world -- creating shields, opening locks, transmuting metals, producing light (I don't care what Skyrim says, light spells are NOT Illusion?? make it make sense). But then there's the school of Thaumaturgy. (This classification was phased out by the time Skyrim came around, and then picked back up in ESO). I like having this distinction from Alteration. Thaumaturgy deals in changing the laws of reality, if only for a brief period of time -- breathing water, levitation, water walking, etc. I think this requires some of the highest skill to master. (I also feel like invisibility should fall under this school, but there's an argument to be made that you could use both concepts to reach the same end goal).

For a truly spectacular take on Alteration (without me splitting hairs about spell classification), I might suggest reading the beginning of chapter 93 (an excellent occult number) of @chameleonspell's Morrowind masterpiece "How to Disappear Completely", which forever altered the way I both view TES fanfic AND how I think about magic in Tamriel.

I'm going to leave my Mysticism rant for another day, because fwew I'll get lost in my own meta and this post is long enough. Thank you so much for asking!! As I said... I do love to talk magic.

[falmerbrook]

Hiii I love your blog and I love phylogeny so I am so excited for the classification you said you were making! I wanted to ask how you were gonna do the reptils and adjacent? Because i don't think there are many examples of skulls in the games (I might be wrong i don't know much about eso in particular) so what basis are you going on to separate like diapsids/anapsids/dinosauria/etc? I know we can see dragons skulls in Skyrim (but i don't remember their morphology) but what about Alit and Guar and Kagouti and cliff racers and such? And Argonians? Are you putting them in the same group or does the Hist cause a bug enough divergence that they get their own?

Sorry if I come off as pushy or rude, it's not my intention. I'm just very enthusiastic about this topic :D

aaaaaa thank you!! And you're no bother at all, I love talking about this stuff!

So, confession: most of my classes were focused on mammals, so my understanding of sauropsida isn't as detailed. I haven't gotten super into sorting through the messiness of the Morrowind reptilians-esque creatures yet, but right now I'm sort of leaning on them being similar to early therapsids (which would probably make them synapsids). I like the idea of them being more like reptilian pre-early mammals, and maybe having branched off there to be there own group (not necessarily comparable to any modern clades to emphasize how unique their evolution is) rather than actually being reptiles (although perhaps in-universe they would be classed as such despite not being in that clade. The irl classification of "reptiles" is already messy as is anyway). I'm open to them being more dinosaur-like though too. Skulls would definitely help, but even if we had them I'm not sure I'd trust the artists to have given it this degree of thought anyway lol. I'll just have to muse on it more.

Interestingly, ESO makes the distinction that alit, kagouti, guar, and wormmouth (which is apparently a thing from Shadowkey) are all closely related, while cliff racers, cliff striders, scuttlers, and bantam guar are closely related and not related to that first group. Maybe that second group are diapsids and more similar to non-avian dinosaurs? idk. Like I said, i still gotta wrap my head around it all.

I'm actually avoiding using any humanoid races for the most part, partially because in-universe sources on their origins are probably largely biased (either in religious or mythological viewpoints, or because of in-universe racism), and partly because it kinda becomes a mess when i started looking at it, so I figured I'd give myself less work. Like, do I trust the accounts that Argonians are related to guar, or do I trust the accounts that they were made out of thin air by the Hist? I have my own ideas in the back of my head for mer and man phylogenies, but those are their own things. I'm also not including dragons since they're basically demigods and I'm not actually sure they would be able to breed or fit into any evolution.

[baylardo]

DO QUESTION 8. BE LONGWINDED.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

im gonna PAGE BREAK this one teehee! dont feel like u gotta read this dookie its hecking DENSE original content lmao. this aint even all of it just the stuff that pertained directly to stories i had in mind

I used to be super passionate about developing my headworld Tenebres which like, I still love it a lot and I think about it sometimes but idk I lost the spark for it I guess haha... I had a few kinda "big arc" stories in it, some of them were just AU's for fandom stuff, but omg I'd always put my heckin heart into it maaaaang. :/

BASICALLY I RAN OUT OF CHARACTERS LOL

Tenebres Lore: Tenebres takes place in present day and focuses on the hidden society(s) of magic and monsters. Characters can vastly range in appearance and abilities; many of the rules are set as suggestions rather than guidelines. The one thing to keep in mind in regards to looks is that if they interact with common folk they need to be able to "blend in" which can be achieved in a variety of ways.  While there are some classifications that entirely define some characters in what they are, there are other circumstances where a character can fall into multiple categories. In these instances, there is usually one that represents them more than the other.  Generally speaking all potential types of magic are fair game in Tenebres. The only exceptions are time and dimension manipulation, which are strictly prohibited by a common code kept by most Magi. 

Vera and Jagger: one of my earliest stories involved me and my friend's OCs Vera and Jagger who were both werewolves. my werewolf lore is a bit dense but suffice to say that Vera is a "moon-blessed" called a Lune werewolf and Jagger is a "moon-cursed" werewolf called a Tenebroso. Tenebroso become uncontrollable, enraged, and lose their sense of self in their wolf form. Tenebroso also target Lunes for some unknown reason, they kinda set them off..... thats da mystery is that this new "strain" of werewolves is attacking packs and Vera in particular is like "haha something's majorly up rn. im gonna get to the bottom of this" so the idea was that Vera discovers Jagger stuck somewhere and through exposure therapy of herself (a Lune) to him theyre able to uncover some of the mysteries surrounding Tenebrosos. AND THEY FALL IN LOVE. Lune Lore: Lunes are the rarest of the four races of werewolves. Their symbol atop their head is an upward-facing crescent with a dot within its arch.  Lunes are so rare because of the means in which one becomes a Lune; Lunes are said to be "blessed" by the moon, seeing as more often than not it is the only time they are able to transform. This does not negate them from transforming at other times, but unlike other werewolf races, they cannot stop or even try to stop the transformation from occurring in the presence of the moon.   Tenebroso Lore: Tenebroso have an upside down crescent with a circle attached to its arch on the outer rim. Some have wondered if they have any correlation with Lunes considering how similar their symbols are, though there is no evidence of this aside from the fact that Tenebroso will specifically target Lunes when they are in the area. Not much is known about Tenebrosos, though it is assumed that their initial transformation occurs under intense emotional distress.  Tenebroso are big and burly, mutated-looking werewolves. Though they do not always look this way. Similar to casts their outward appearances can largely range from one to the other. Normally their bouts of rage occur around Lunes or other werewolves, leading to rampages. When a Tenebroso is out of this state of mind they look more like a normal werewolf.  Their eyes will gleam white when they're attacking and can often times be seen spewing and coughing out black ooze from their mouth. Their entity will darken with a black aura as well.

Juneau my beloved: Juneau's lore is that she was a well-renown mage that began self-experimenting on herself with spells and curses and she ends up irrevocably cursing herself into sometimes becoming a big carnivorous and kinda head-empty beast so she loses her reputation and gets kicked out of prestigious mage school she taught at and lives on her own doing plague doctor work which involves curse removal and cleaning up magic "outbreaks" but she ends up getting sought out by this young familiar named Hemlock who wants to learn advanced magic (which is a no-no for familiars) but juneau's so far removed from mage society that the two agree to risk it and she takes Hemlock and a few other familiars under her wing. there's also Ethel who's a mage that accidentally turned herself into a dragon and she's hiding out with Juneau and faked her death bc she thinks her condition is humiliating, where juneau kinda owns her curse and doesnt care with other magefolk think. her and juneau dont like each other very much, Ethel is very lawful good where Juneau's pretty CHAOTICALLY aligned. she frets over them getting caught teaching familiars advanced magic, but they both have nothing better to do and miss teaching so they do it. eventually they become friends and help their little familiar students excel at magic in a more public light, bringing themselves out of hiding as well. Familiar Lore: Familiars are considered to be lesser magi. The ability to use magic in one's animal form defines what a familiar is. Their magic stems from their animal forms and is usually the form that is able to harness the largest amount of magic. Some familiars are born humans while others are animals; more often than not they're humans. Familiars are sought out at very young ages.  Regardless of what a familiar was born as, every familiar has a unique symbol or symbols somewhere on their body; they are always symmetrical in their position on the body. They normally take on the general look of a swirl though its contents can vary significantly. Normally referred to as the Marks of Change, this is how a familiar is identified as a familiar and not just a magical animal. Marks of Change are normally monochromatic and can be lighter or darker than the familiar's skin. Unlike werewolf markings, Marks of Change are always visible and do not vanish when not in use; in addition to this they cannot be removed. Oftentimes these markings are in places where limbs emerge or change, but not always.  In order for a familiar to be enrolled in a magic school or academy they have to successfully perform their transfiguration; this is a very simple requirement in comparison to other witches and wizards who are not themselves a familiar. Familiars have very low expectations in the magic community, the most a familiar can hope to achieve is being the assistant to a high ranking or prosperous witch or wizard. Most studies for a familiar pertain to their transfigurations as well as catalyst magic, which involves the combining of individuals' magic.  Familiars are intended to be able to naturally shift between states whenever necessary. A familiar's overall comfort in their animal state can range drastically. Some find great ease shifting back and forth between forms while others, more reluctant to the change, can abstain from shifting; this  comes with potential side effects such as an odd mergence of the two forms, one might start growing a tail or feathers if they choose not to shift into their animal state.  Because of their constant fluctuation between forms, Familiars will often wear loose, baggy clothing that is easily removable. It is not required to a Familiar to have, but makes their removal easier when shifting into an animal.  A familiar's animal form does not hinder their lifespan, though it can increase it. As familiars age, their inclination to remain in their animal form grows, though this happens very late in life. This does not mean that they lose their humanity, though in some rare cases familiars can lose their sentience.

Blake and Schofield: just 1917 AU in Tenebres, Schofield's a mage, Blake's an Origin werewolf. blake ends up dying like he does in da movie and he becomes a GHOST that "haunts" schofield, just kinda follows him around and stuff after he dies, the story being theyre trying to figure out why he didnt pass on, why he's still around. it would follow Schofield surviving the war with blake as his invisible buddy, eventually they figure out a way to bring him back and he had a purpose to serve as a ghost.

Origin Lore:  Origin werewolves are identified by the O shape on their forehead.  Origins are one of the more common races of werewolves. Origin werewolves are werewolves born already inheriting their ability to transform. They can come from a single werewolf parent or both, though regardless of their parents' symbol, the offspring will be an Origin. This does not affect or prohibit the inheriting of certain abilities or features from their parents, however.   Origins are considered to be the average for werewolves, not necessarily being the strongest, nor the weakest. They are usually the ones to have their transformations under control at all points in time, given that they were born with the power to do so. They tend to have no special abilities aside from the obvious, and seem to be the most humane of a pack.

Farscape Tenebres AU:

John is a human, over the course of time Aeryn, a mage, teaches him how to use magic and he becomes a mage himself, but in the beginning he's just some guy that falls down a portal that allows him to travel between "mageworlds" which are kinda cut off little mage-made dimensions that magefolk use to avoid using magic around commonfolk. anyway he stumbles upon a mageworld that's sole purpose was to be a prison for people who committed magic crimes and that's how he'd find the "moya crew". D'Argo's a Cast werewolf, Zhaan's a grim reaper, Rygel's a vampire, Chiana (who they'd meet later) is a succubus. They end up escaping and just kinda exist via jumping through portals and running from the law.

I had a name for the magic police written down somewhere but it's been lost to time so it's back to being filler named: [MAGIC POLICE] lore:

The death of a magic-involved individual is something the [MAGIC POLICE] are obviously inclined to investigate

Harm of another wizard has a lot of laws and a lot of potential punishments dependent on the severity of the incident

The [MAGIC POLICE] will also investigate general public crimes that have been involved with magic, for the threat of the magic community being exposed, [MAGIC POLICE] officers are given the okay to use mind manipulation magic on the general public to aid in their forgetting of certain events

The [MAGIC POLICE]'s job is to apprehend wrongdoers whereas plague doctors for example clean up the messes afterwords

[MAGIC PRISON] (Tartarus) is where apprehended criminals are contained, it is seemingly limitless in the capacity it holds

Cast Lore:

Casts have a six-pointed star on their forehead. 

Casts receive their powers by curses or spells acted upon them. The means as to how, why, and what the side effects are for a Cast may vary very much depending on how it was that they became a werewolf. This subtype of werewolves is one of the rarer kinds as magic is not common in today's society, though the ability to become a Cast still exists. They are usually the strongest of a pack, gifted with enhanced skills and strength. A Cast will normally have one particular ability that is unique to only them; that isn't to say that there aren't similarities between Cast abilities either.

Some examples may include but are not limited to: The ability to control an element (Fire, wind, electricity, water, etc.), psychic abilities (Illusion, foresight, telepathy, telekinesis, etc.), enhanced physical capabilities (Increased, strength, sleep, sight, hearing, etc.) 

Casts are only able to use their magic in their wolf forms.

Some Casts can be muleheaded and a bit arrogant in dealing with affairs, though the other werewolves know how to put a Cast in its place. Casts will sometimes have unique coloring and fur, occassionally one may see a Cast with vibrant colors in association with its natural fur color. They are also seen to have odd mutations in their wolf forms such as an extra set of limbs, though not all of them carry this trait.

[play-rough]

So, I know you have a post on the ADA members' classifications, but have you ever thought about what the members of the PM's classifications are?

-🐈‍⬛ anon

A lot of them I hadn’t thought of so i reserve the right to change these later lol

Mori- neutral

Just a guy. I think there’s a level of ignorance there too because he’s a neutral. Littles being looked down upon (especially younger ones) is an older point of view, i imagine it was opinions the old boss had that have been instilled into Mori because I’m a sucker for generational trauma (i imagine the old boss would just casually be like “hm littles are disappointing aren’t they, not very useful” and he would think that was an appropriate dinner conversation)

Hirotsu- neutral

Neutral and also from that era where Littles tend to be looked down upon, however as an Old Man who still gets involved in physical fights i think he has learned to not judge anyone based off of anything other than skills

Akutagawa- Torn between alpha/little depending on what’s going on with atsushi, learning towards alpha especially if gin is little

Gin- little age 8-12

A bit of a late bloomer, she thought she was neutral for all her younger years, presented around 17? I don’t have the bsd timeline memorized but i think she would have presented after Dazai defected. Idk if that works out lmao skfkksksks i dont know her canon age off the top of my head so maybe she’s 45 idk idk. She usually regresses to a preteen age and enjoys mystery novels and ‘scary’ things like goosebumps. She has a stuffed tarantula named Legs

Tachihara- alpha

Loves helping out gin bc they’re best friends, she loves telling him what’s going on in her mystery novels and sometimes he reads them to her. The plot usually goes over his head but Gin is excited and that’s all he cares about. Horrified the first time he saw her spider.

Kajii- neutral, but there were rumors that he was little because he smelled so heavily of sweet citrus, turned out to be unrelated

Oda- alpha

There is an alternate universe where he’s Dazai’s caregiver instead of chuuya

Ango- neutral

Historically everyone in his family has been neutral

Higuchi- alpha (will sometimes babysit Gin with akutagawa, she’s a handful)

Verlaine- alpha

Not doing all the flags 😭

Q- unclassified, suspected neutral. Classifications usually present around puberty (anywhere from 11-17 depending on the person, sometimes you classify really early, sometimes late. Average is around 14)

Hopefully didn’t forget anyone lol

[1pcii]

one more little tibit on my growing soul eater au

I've been thinking about how devil fruits should be integrated into the universe. so what if they were like another type of soul? alongside kishin, witch, mighty, etcetc. one that integrates with the consumers own and can be eaten by anyone regardless of wheatger they are a miester or a weapon, and so are kinda passed down through each user (sabo eating the Mera Mera fruit/soul LITERALLY becoming one with ace... the gomu gomu fruit being passed into Luffy from joyboy/Nika/whoever who is a god at a similar level at death. etc).

also soul resonance allows weapon and miester to exchange pain/injuries now because I need a thriller bark -esque scene to exist.

while my whole inspiration stems from the famous crossover fanart the longer I think about it the more my ideas deviate into my own thing, I'm having alot of fun playing around with different ideas! while they have most of the main characters match different captains of the captain trio and I'll probably stick w those. I'm really liking the idea of sanji as crona. the black blood being the equivalent of judge/the vinsmokes experimentation. and sanji having an artificial weapon as someone who starved for human connection is an idea that absolutely breaks my heart in all the best ways.

I'm still uncertain about any other classifications tbh. I can see Franky as a weapon for obvious reasons, and robin as his miester works. (lots of arms + super versatile weapon = match made in heaven)

I like the idea of nami and usopp being a miester/weapon pair but I'm not sure... the way he in canon builds her iconic climabaton... but also he himself is a character who is super reliant on his arsenal of nick nacks, his whole fighting style is based around it! and I could see nami as a sick ass pistol or smth. idk if anyone has any ideas they'd like to share my ears are wideeee open plzplz

[spinningbagel]

Wowie, super cool info dump about my oc’s and their world!1!1

Anwyas, I’m probably not going to talk about lore all that much idk yet, probably just about the world itself and it’s characters, images are probably going to sprinkled about in the post so that’s fun.

Anyways(x2) time to begin ✨✨

{ THE WORLD }

The world itself is know as the spirit isles (thanks fantasy world generator for that one) though despite being called there’s a severe lack of spirits around (for a reason.) it’s split into three kingdoms, Land, Sea & Sky, they live pretty close to one another, the sea kingdom is this massive ass lake in the middle of the world, the land is everywhere surrounding it and the sky is composed of large floating islands.

{ GUARDIANS }

The aisles and it’s people where created by the eight guardians, two for each kingdom (as featured in my lovely list below)

So yeah, they created their own respective lands and kept watch for a few hundred thousand years (maybe longer, there’s no actual way to tell.) they kept the peace and order and made sure everything ran smoothly and there was no conflicts between lands. The guardians were (unrelated) siblings to put it easily. No one knows why they aren’t around anymore.

{ THE PEOPLE/BASES }

The people are essentially hybrids. They have an ‘animal base’ that makes it so they have features of what ever animal they’re based off of.

These are the kind of mock I made to show how it kind of works though it might not be the clearest.

So that’s the general gist of how it works, people born on land have a land animals base, sky with animals with flight and such and sea with water animals. For animals that technically fit two categories (like let’s say a platypus because they can be in both land and sea) they could be classified as either one but are usually classified by whatever kingdom they’re born into. So if your a platypus born in the sea kingdom, you’re technically classed as a sea based person.

Some people (though it isn’t the most common to see) can have two based, our lovely MC (more on him soon) has the base of both a lemon shark and flying fish so he’s both sky and sea (in this, we’ll imagine the wings of a flying fish can provide actual flight)

{ MAGIC }

The magic system at the moment is a dumpster fire but what I’ve got working for me is this:

Magic and the kind of magic you get is largely based on what your animal base is and whatever classification they fit. So a land based person would probably have land based magic and so on and so forth with the other two bases. There’s a chance a person can have magic that doesn’t really fit their base, one of the characters is a sky based person and has fire magic. But it’s not the most common thing to see.

You can also be born without magic. This is actually rarer than having a different type of magic to your base because of the fact the people of the isles were all originally created to have magic. These people usually turn to magical artefacts to preform magic. They make excellent potion makers.

Also, the thing that allows them to do magic in the first place is known as a magic spark there’s not a lot to offer in terms of information other than it’s what allows the people of the isles to do magic. It’s essentially their soul. Each magic spark has a unique colour (I can’t say that they aren’t identical in colour because I’m not sure there’s enough colours for that) the colour of a magic spark influences the colour of a persons magic.

{ CHARACTERS }

Favourite section real. Just me talking about the lovely characters I’ve loving crafted and mercilessly tortured.

{ Leo }

the baby

Leo is our lovely MC I briefly mentioned. He’s the guy the story primarily follows and focuses on. He’s part lemon shark and flying fish, allowing him to switch between sea and land forms. He has storm magic that he has very little control over at the start, leading to him blackmailing the hell out of One in order to gain better control. His magic spark colour is yellow, but closer to gold.

He lives a good life, neither parents are present in his life but that’s okay, he’s taken care of by a distant uncle (who is yet to be given a design and name) his uncle cares deeply and constantly worries for the kid’s safety.

He’s great friends with Amila, and later, Bait (those two are characters belonging to two of my close friends)

{ One/Prisoner One }

Jay keeps attempting to steal him

Given his name due to the fact he is the first and only prisoner of the sky kingdom, One was locked up for ten years for burning down a large chunk of the sky castle. He escaped after those ten years and at the time of the story starting, lives in a dumpster next to a very kind old lady who feeds him like a feral cat occasionally.

He’s a crow hybrid with fire magic and a cyan/blue magic spark.

Quite literally, when he meets Leo, he’s sat in his dumpster holding a mouldy piece up to his mouth about to take a massive bite of it.

He, at first also wants to do nothing with Leo and tries to get the get to fuck off and leave him alone (failing miserably seeing as Leo comes back everyday) but after Leo threatens to spill his location to the king of the sky he doesn’t really get a choice but to help the kid control his magic.

Slowly though, he gets used to Leo, his presence and the weird shit that seems to be attracted to him dragging them both on weird quest things every other day.

He’s also a war criminal.

A wonderful crimes list that 100% didn’t get me accused of committing these crimes by my friends.

Not at all accused of crimes.

ABYWYADSS!!!

{ Nora }

not allowed to die

It’s the sweet old lady who feeds One!!

She’s an elephant based person with plant rejuvenation magic and a lavender coloured spark. Nora lives in the Sky kingdom because her husband was an eagle and the two lives up there together until her husband passed. There wasn’t much point in leaving her home so she stayed. Nora feeds one on nights where she “accidentally” makes more food than needed. Her and One never interact, when she gives him food it’s by sitting it on the windowsill that faces the dumpster and by morning, there’s empty dishes sitting there instead. They’ve never actually interacted before, Nora respecting that One would rather not interact with people.

Nora also covers for One often, if she’s got visitors and One makes a loud noise (which is inevitable with wings) she’ll just say it’s the feral cat that hangs around often (not an entire lie. One definitely hisses like a cat) it work’s surprisingly well.

Me and Jay (who listens to me infodump about the Isles crew) have decided Nora is too sweet of a lady to die of any cause and is therefore, immortal/J but I’m never writing her death.

{ King of the Sky/King Ryan }

If I hear one comment about his design and name I will loose it/hj

Ryan, King of the sky isn’t seen as often anymore. A victim in the fire that burned the castle and parts of the kingdom. His wings have been singed and he can no longer fly due to that. It’s the reason the sky kingdom became so accessible for those who can’t fly after that. He’s also been burned on half his face and can’t see out his right eye.

his magic is a little more vast but easily described as just just air magic. His soul spark colour is light grey

I didn’t fill in all his beliefs on the template 🧍‍♀️

{ King of the Sea/King Orca }

if anything bad happens to him I’m pretty sure I’d get killed 👍👍

King Orca, the king of the sea and definitely not named after his animal base. He’s a kind and understanding man who does his best to look after those inside and outside his kingdom. He’s very well liked and incredibly active in the community.

His animal base is an Orca (surprising.) and his sea magic consists of control over the oceans. His spark is dark blue.

He does actually have a land form, it’s kinda needed given how he’s a king and the other two royals have legs. His appearance is one of a human. It’s not like in Leo’s case where he’s got wings, Orca is just human in his land form.

In the beginning of the story, he’s not active, not even really mentioned all too much. But he does eventually become more active in the story. Especially after one certain piece of story I have created.

{ Queen of the land/Queen Sapphire }

Jay doesn’t like her. I mildly dislike her

The queen of the land, an independent woman with a no nonsense attitude and a strong sense of justice (wether or not that sense of justice is good or bad is debatable.)

Queen Sapphire is a deer hybrid with both healing and shapeshifting magic, shapeshifting being her primary and provided to her via her spark and healing from her crystal that she wears on head head. (It’s connected to a couple chains that keep it on her head. You’ll see.) her spark colour is dark grey, and the magic colour of the crystal is green, making her healing magic to be green.

this woman fucking hates One. Like badly. Like if she sees him, it is on sight. But she’s not the most prominent in the story so this interaction may not ever happen. Haven’t decided yet.

this is about as much as I’m willing to dump without completely delving into the plot of their story. So uh. Congrats if you’ve read this far!!! It took all day to write this because life sometimes hits harder than I hit one very specific oc not mentioned here with a bat ✨

anyways. As always, stay safe and eat bread my friends! And for any further questions, my query box is always open!

[aranarumei]

hi kiri I intend to make you type so many words. for our ask game I’m starting with xicheng because I have my share of opinions

ask me about a ship and I'll give my opinions + classify them as does / doesn't make sense, does / doesn't compel me oh boy. my askbox has never been this full you guys…! really fun all of you tho. some I’ve got thoughts on some I haven’t really considered etc. and very impressively: no dupes!

also. words have been written. to the point that I’m putting this under a readmore lmao. up top apology for the incoherence i do just ramble

sooo xicheng. until recently I did not know the ao3 stats for this ship were. that big? don't feel like dangling the classification like bait so I'll start by saying: doesn’t make sense, doesn't compel me. now I will take way too many words to explain exactly why I feel that way!

as a person I am first and foremost a jiang cheng x happiness shipper. kind of. I never want it to be easy for him. because I’m kind of a bastard. so I've actually read a bit of fic with jc in a few different ships, some of which have been xicheng. and there's like, a few of those fics that have portrayed as aspect of jiang cheng like... so sensitively and in a way that made me Feel Things. so I'll always love them for that. my issue is that I just feel like... in the case of these, lan xichen could often be anyone for me. i read mdzs like... pre-untamed, and lan xichen's like... idk. I liked his role in the story but he didn't super compel me? so some of my issues with xicheng stem from the fact that I've simply never thought about lan xichen that much, and I'm not really invested in exploring his character. I think they could have some compelling things because they have a variety of things on their ends that don't get fully resolved, by pure virtue of 1) existing in mdzs 2) being side characters. also if jiang cheng's visiting gusu lan it puts him in proximity of wei wuxian which does promise for interesting interactions. what sours me on xicheng is... like I've said, I think some fics can make it work enough for me. but I feel like a large motivator of the fic is just... "oh look, wei wuxian's got a brother, and so does lan wangji! let's ship them!" even though they're totally different people? and as a consequence these two tend to get sanded down into often reductive portrayals. lot of pair the spares energy.

also kind of on the subject... I think I just don't really like.... ships with jiang cheng? in general? well my tolerance actually varies but I think especially when they take place post-canon (which the xicheng I've read often does) it doesn't sit right with me. I think it’s because jiang cheng’s not in… dire straits post-canon, but he’s not really happy. like he got told about the golden core thing but he’s unable to say the thing back about why he ran off like that in the first place. and I don’t like post-canon ships where it’s like. oh… jiang cheng, you poor thing. you shall be fixed by love. so I think I’m softer on ships that deal with things that happen before everything goes to shit for this reason. like I’ve not watched a lot of the show, but him and wen qing could be fun especially since that makes the golden core thing way more fucked up. with sangcheng they were like. friends in canon and stuff and then it seems they’ve gotten more distant. with zhancheng I mean like. there’s that tension and those years where wei wuxian wasn’t around and they were carrying their separate griefs. but with xicheng I feel like they don’t have anything super interesting in canon, which makes their outsized popularity a bit startling to me.

this is like. deeply personal and is kind of petty but. as someone who has wandered into the jiang cheng tags a couple times. man. people really hate that guy. and also hate people who like him. at least the couple times I looked there was just a lot of stuff arguing about like. oh jiang cheng sucks actually he’s the worst and all his fans are delusional for liking him and they’re ignoring his Crimes. he’s a uniquely selfish character who is unable to express or feel love. I’m not saying this is everyone, it’s just… the vibe I got from quite a few posts. this was also years ago. maybe things are calmer. I’m definitely biased because jiang cheng has always been my favorite character, so of course I love him. but this isn’t a defense post of him. either you like him or you don’t. just don’t bother me. anyways, the thing about “love” has always stuck with me, because I think that jiang cheng so obviously expresses love. like… the entire way he feels about wei wuxian! that’s his brother! idk. if you can’t see that you’ve lost me. now do I think jiang cheng communicates any of his feelings well ever No.

but about the love thing. when I read romantic fics involving jiang cheng post-canon, intentionally or not, a lot of what I read had this angle of almost like… look how capable of love jiang cheng is. and I’m like. well jiang cheng already loves people. it may not have gone perfectly or been so beautiful but that doesn’t make it non-existent. if he loves selfishly or awkwardly or without communicating it, it doesn’t mean that the love doesn’t exist. I think I’m stumbling into incoherence here… but my favorite headcanon for jiang cheng is probably one where he’s aromantic and asexual, because to me it affirms this feeling of like. romantic love is not some kind of absolution. and the “love” that he feels isn’t any lesser than whatever romance is going around. many different ways to be aroace ofc but this is how I see it for him. a lot of this is probably also influenced by the fact that I’m writing a fic with aroace jiang cheng at this present moment haha. as you might imagine, having this headcanon means that I tend to be neutral on most jiang cheng ships! I think to really grab me you’d have to make it interesting on the other end, so the character’s not just a sounding board for jiang cheng’s issues and vice versa, which sort of sums up my problems with xicheng. even the xicheng fics I read and liked were like… great, I’m glad you’re treating these two like real characters and not wangxian to the left. however a lot of this fic is just like. wow jiang cheng / lan xichen you’ve had it hard. Here’s a character who will comfort you and support you. and that’s nice in a way, but not compelling as a ship, yknow? so that’s the sum up of my thoughts. I’m on the scale of neutral-dislike, but if there’s a particularly good portrayal of jiang cheng I’d probably read it.

[fantomette22]

Alright let’s chat!! *pours tea*

What are your ideas on who Rom was and where she came from? Who was she mostly connected to? What was she like? <3

Alright it's time !! drink tea

I can talk about the Byrgenwerth girl yeah !! (finally lol) Sorry I have lot of thoughts but also I feel I'm still missing a few things XD sorry in advance if that doesn't made any sense or if it's too long.

Ok so let's go with my main/fic interpret it will be way easier. So Rom, probably a nickname of Roma but I really like CosmicTeaCat and OfSilentThings idea that it could came from Andromeda as well (it would made sense). And she's basically Willem biological daughter. So she's been around Byrgenwerth since like forever I guess XD but maybe there's a connection/ she had family at the hamlet (you know the one 👀) idk.

Still not fully sure if she have brown/black hair so basically curly dark hair. Got glasses and her eyes are either hm green-blue? idk whatever is generally the color of a lake is pick your color between brown-green and dark blue.

And hm I'm not sure ho to talk about it I know it can be a sensible subject but it's import for me as well. In my story she's autistic or got some sorts of disability at least. (I mean, there's at least 3 other characters I hc on the spectrum XD) but Rom is more in the middle of the spectrum. She's not "Asperger"/ high potential autistic (sorry I'm not familiar with the English terms). It's in the more "moderate/lower side" of it, with much more difficulties. I mean she can talk and all, she can be a bit autonomous and don't have to be with someone 24h/24 for ex. She probably managed to talk correclty really late too but hey it's totally fine ! And she became way more autonomous while growing up. There's thing and subject she excels and do really greatly but she need the right accompaniment for it and there's thing she really can't comprehend or do by herself without someone explaining first. She probably won't have a proper doctorate or a master degree but she still managed to have a licence/baccalaureate (+3/technician level, after many hard years of works) And you can't let her all alone in the middle of Yharnam and except her to be fully autonomous for exemple O_O' and similar to Caryll she need really calm environment.She's doing quite fine really it just smt you can feel she can be really out of the norm as well. I really have no idea if I did that on purpose or not, it just feel natural to me? Crazy how your own life & experience inspire you don't you think? Yes I think i heavily based her on my own little brother as well it's bit different too, yet it's the similar we'll say.

I love the interpretation where she's a super smart scholars but also really like the ones where Rom could be just a disable child that Byrgenwerth decided to turned into a great one ?! (I did a weird mixt of both ideas I guess)

She absolutely loves/hyperfixate on arthropods and gastropod ! And everything that came in between the nematodes and the chordata fishes (you know the ancestor of our spine) and in the Eucaryote/Metazoan side of the phylogenitc tree ! (I'm so sorry I think I just lost everyone who never did biodiversity in biology at the university XD). In short everything from worms, medusa, sponge, arthropods, gastropods, (to the simpler type of fish).

(you basically have the mushroom, yeast/levures? and plants before the metazoan. The chordata gave everything from the fish to us : mammals, marsupials, reptiles, birds, amphibians...) Hope it help 🫡 hey you know all this classification first appeared in the 17th-18th century too? :D

Anyway all of this to say she loves and is not afraid of spiders & augurs at all. 🕷️🐌

When there's big spiders everyone came find her to help them . She moves it somewhere else. And the day Gehrman and the prospectors bring back a giant spider from the labyrinth and she could come really close to it/touch it it was the best day of her life XD

She also loves the sea/ocean and the night sky, stars and plants ! She know many things about all of this too.

After the separation Byrgenwerth/Church the scholars still kinda worked a bit with the church idk it's complicated. She ended working at the research hall, mostly with Caryll, Adeline & Maria when they looked for Isz but also with Mico afterwards before going more in separate ways and end up with the choir a huge while (before ultimately returning to Byrgenwerth maybe, idk if returning at Byrgen as a spider count XD). She became the "leader" of the Choir after Caryll (I guess Laurence is the actual true leader but he's like the big boss above the choir and religious/priest/saints). She's also the first one to become a successful lumen wood kin. You know this :

(imagined with super choir clothes)

And years after /probably after the beginning of the hunter's dream more experiments were done, she might have re work a lot with Byrgen too. She went to lower pthumeru with her team (young scholars she took care of too probably)... and they turned into spiders.

Vacuous spider, that title came after she turned into a kin. They asked her question about the cosmos, they thought she had ascend ! But she couldn't really answered... she was just 😐 well vacuous but hey she did save Yharnam from the apocalypse thanks to to veil of the blood moon. Because after they summon MP every month they were a blood moon and without the veil. Yharnam would have fallen in a few years/months instead of +2 decades later (when the hunter arrive) So during the Mensis ritual, that spiraled out of control she block everything. Her physical body died (altar in ebrietas arena but here spirits lived on in the lake!)

Connection with others :

Well Willem is basically her dad. I think he tried his best but he also work a lot and it could be complicated with Rom like I said before because of her condition. (As someone who grew up knowing people with a disability it's not always easy we'll say but they managed to found a balance in the end!) He always tried to include her where she could. When she was really little and when he was on his famous rocking chair looking at the lake he had her on his knees and he told her/teach her all kind of things.

So hm to not help thing her mom passed away when she was little. I haven't 100% decide yet. In my story, 15y before the squad meet at Byrgenwerth they were a huge epidemic and it kill at least one person (if not more) close to every characters. Rom, Maria, Mico Ludwig, etc were like 5-6y old or smt? maybe a bit older. But perhaps her mother died even before that. A scholar too probably.

Laurence was kinda adopted by Willem after his parents (who were friends with the provost) passed away because of this same epidemic. He's like 6 years older or smt? compared to Rom (and the others lil students). So they're quite chill around each others. It's not the ultimate sibling besties but they're kind around one another.

So Micolash now! He got bring back to Willem too XD but way after Laurence. When he was a teen maybe. They were really great friends at Byrgen (pre-healing church) and passed lot of time together + with Damian as well. The 2 boys decided to be there to hemp Rom. Mico and Rom were really, really close at some point. I am not entirely sure in which measure and sense but...you can guess. I mean there's smt sure but I'm still hesitating right now if he saw her as family or probably smt more. (Maybe they got in a relationship too! But parted ways at some point... you know it's complicated)

Caryll and Rom understand each other on a spiritual lvl at times XD sometimes they don't even need to talk to each other. It feel like they share a brain/braincells. So don't let them work alone unsupervised doing labs together they will have no idea what they were supposed to be after 10mins of daydreaming 😂. They got better the years after. I promised they worked well at the Research Hall XD

She was good friends with Maria too. They both share common interest and Maria is super kind too. they love talking about stars, nature and science and like each other calm presence. I mean depends if you include Caryll but they're the 2 girls of the original Byrgenwerth squad too! Oh and I forgot but one day Maria bring her back a hateful maggot (dead) from the forest. Rom loves it of course.

And Rom & Adeline are such a probably hilarious pair as well XD

Ludwig is really chilled too so idk they could vibe.

Others : Of course the staff at Byrgenwerth really like her. Dores actively tried to act the more nicely (&protectively) possible around Rom. She like really feral around everyone and show a more softer sides really occasionally to the person close to her so that tell a lot.

Of course Liam( gatekeeper) and Gehrman, really find her sweet too and I haven't much ideas of for now but I guess there's quite a few subject she could talk with the groundskeeper.

I mean even Patches (who secretly hate everyone lol) find Rom really useful to take care of spiders and insects he is supposed to remove (yes he just clean the school at the beginning then managed to become scholars & prospectors lol. And he even joined Rom team in the chalice expedition and research a few times)

Choir/orphanage : she was in charge for a while so she knew many scholars/choir member / some church members but especially the children who grew up in the orphanage : Amelia, Edgar, Iosefka, Imposter Iosefka?! (maybe??), Yurie etc She passed a lot of time with them and teach them many things. (So that would explain why Yurie would protect her!!) ("She tried to protect them from Mico bad influence and Mensis too)

Ok Kos. Or say Kosm I'm not entirely sure but there's quite a big connection at some point. I mean Kos gives eyes to Rom after all. She probably had lot of research on Kos too and was possibly devastated when they found Kos dead at the Hamlet. + I guess loosing a child/ mother made them closer too so rom might had managed to communicate/connect with great one and Kos accepted her.

OMG i almost forgot the most important ! EBRIETAS ! She passed lot of times with Ebrietas they were really close !! Maybe Rom even understand her ! (language wise) and I mean Ebrietas literally mourn her and seems to wait for her indefinitely. Did she consider Rom like a sister after she turned into a kin ? Gasp or even her girlfriend/wife ! Who knows ! (sorry I find it funny and so angsty at the same time.)

And I'm going to stop here I think 😅 Hope you enjoyed ! Thank you for finally allowed me to talk about it.

So yeah love the potato kin spider ! ❤️

[lilacs-omuthoughts]

(using my ocs in a smol fic w a canon castlevania character bc oc x canon brain rot)

(AU where Littles and padded ppl are known )

Bela Renfield was not happy , he was a vampire, he was learning magic under speaker magicians , he fought other vampires and night creatures after being turned into one when he was saving his now dead brother, but now , not only had he had wet himself in front of his human lover Sypha belnades. he was laid on his bed as she strapped a diaper on him , not only that but it was one patterned with alphabet blocks spelling out ‘baby’ (iykyk)

“It’s a one time thing I swear “ he choked out , he wasn’t a baby despite what his classification said, he was a fighter, he wouldn’t be reduced to a pathetic crybaby 

“Just this once love please” Sypha asks encouraging him to accept his small side

“F-fine..just this once” he hated to admit he secretly liked the extra padding under his bottom, she put him into a nightgown and kissed him on his cheek 

(You can choose ur own route, he can be wet or messy idk)

A few hours later, after a nice long nap, Bela had woken up with a full bladder, and a very fuzzy feeling head.

He yawned as he stretched, then looked around and whined. Where was Sypha?

Without much thought, he started to wet his diaper, and huffed a little in relief. Until Sypha walked in.

He whimpered and tried to stop, but it just wouldn’t, he was too little.

“It’s alright, little one. Little ones like you can’t hold it all in.”

(no clue where else to go with this 😭)

[penncilkid]

hi hello im here cause i wanna ask questions i love asking questions SO:

1. i haven’t listened to your vampire audios yet (a crime that i’m working on resolving) so this may be answered in there BUT- how are they “turned”? (are they turned? again idk) and like how often do they have to feed/is there any consequences to not feeding? can your vamps die from not feeding?

2. similar strain of thought, how do werewolves work. like. i wanna know everything. like do pack dynamics differ? how does one become a werewolf (are they turned, is it a gene they’re born with, etc)? how does shifting look like in your universe? does one need to have a pack?

3. i do know that there is a magical government like thing but like how involved are they? do they interact with non magical government at all? do they make laws that only vivified have to follow?

4. speaking of vivified, how would they describe magic to someone who isn’t magical/is new to magic? this can be specific characters of you want, and your choice of such, or a general consensus that you’d think everyone tries to explain

that’s all actually but feel free to pick and choose what you want to answer!! it’s a lot of information to try to explain (probably) but :D yeah

Beating you up for these /j /pos (Thank you for the questions in advance)

1: Turning is something that is centered around vampiric blood and where it ends up rather than connected to bites necessarily. When vampire blood spills into a bleeding/open wound, it will forcibly shut down the human's body within a minute or so, give or take. However, if turning is desired, the injured individual has to ingest at least 1.5 oz of vampire blood. (Note: That's roughly the capacity of a shot glass) Once this takes place, consciousness is lost as the heart stops. The newly turned vampire will eventually wake up with fangs and a very weakened heartbeat.

How often a vampire needs to feed depends on how much blood they intake as well as how much additional magic they exert.

Yes, there are consequences from not feeding, and vampires are capable of dying as a result. There's a progression of symptoms the longer a vampire goes without blood. One of the more common ones is anything ingested besides blood (ex: regular food) will become unappetizing— Sometimes to the point of physical rejection from one's body. When a vampire is on the cusp of dying as a result of lack of blood, a phenomenon called Blanking occurs. It's a state of being where waking consciousness is lost, and a vampire is driven by their primal instincts. If a Blank vampire is unable to feed within 48 hours, death ensues. (I think about Blanking a normal amount /lying /pos)

2: Werewolves (and other animal shifters) are born that way! There is no turning process, and it is not a classification that can be gained later in life/after birth. Joining a pack is not a requirement for shifters, and many will forego it for one reason or another. Pack dynamics tend to vary from one pack to another. However, there are many packs that adopt a "traditional" mindset. Traditional packs will focus their energy and resources on fellow shifters alone, and they often have a rigid image on what the alpha should look and behave like.

There are actually two stages of shifting. You can think of them as a first and second step in the sense that they're only possible in a specific order. The "first" stage of shifting is still humanoid but results in fangs getting sharpers/longer, claws forming, eyes changing, and a general increase in size. Many shifters will often use this stage as a means to intimidate or scare someone off, shifting back to normal after the fact. The "second" stage is a full-body shift into a wolf/the animal in question. The transition between the first stage and second is almost instant. It is possible for shifting to be triggered when under immense emotional and/or physical stress. Otherwise, shifting is an active choice. (Bonus Note: If a shifter wants to remain clothed after shifting back to normal, they either have to have shifter specific clothing imbued with magic or phase their clothes as part of the initial shift.)

3: FACE (the Foundational Agency of Confidentiality Efforts) deals with various aspects of the vivified world. Everything from stagnant exposure to magic to public correspondence when necessary. There are other magical governments/organizations that handle less generalized matters, but FACE is the biggest/most notable of them. The magical government deals with the stagnant government fairly often. They keep the amount of unveiled stagnant individuals to a minimum, very much so on a need-to-know basis. Laws created by the magical government are meant primarily for vivified humans. I specify humans because with cupids, those lines can get blurred. While they are not made for them to follow per say, there are many laws on how to interact with the stagnant population as well.

4: There's a lot of ways to answer this! If you mean from one person to another, that would depend on individual personality and such. It would also depend on the circumstances in which someone is learning about magic. [For example: Nova's magic anchored after witnessing a traumatic event while still a child. Because of the nature of that situation and what he is, his guardians had to do their best to explain things to him. // In Jessalyn's case, she had a cupid trying to explain magic to her after living her entire life veiled. Because "Peaches" felt like they couldn't sufficiently explain, they took Jess to FACE instead. // In the case of a newly turned vampire, FACE will provide a very brief "overview" before passing the responsibility off to either the vampire's maker or the vampire themself.] There is a department within FACE dedicated to informing newly vivified individuals about magic, but the efficacy of their efforts is debatable.

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I hope that answers all your questions sufficiently (but also feel free to bug me with follow-ups /lh)