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Rukiko Anniversary, April 23rd

Rukiko is a DL RP ship that started in 2022 and is mostly based on private interactions with @ruki-mukami-dl (my dear bae, I love you so much). However, every now and then we post something on Tumblr too, and in 2023 Rukiko had their wedding. To celebrate Rukiko's anniversary we decided to make something special and held a magazine interview for our dear couple. Ruki and Yuriko answered them separately. You can read the article and interview below.

The Interview in text format and credits under the cut

Kaminashi Couples Interview

Our monthly peek into the city's love life reveals the secrets of the couples. This month, we interviewed the brother of top idol Mukami Kou and his wife. Enjoy this peek into the life of Mukami Ruki and Yuriko.

Mukami Ruki is a fresh face in the publishing industry, recently starting as the CEO of Kaminashi Modern Classics. Literature fans all over the city are excited to see how this change will affect the local publishing policies. But we here at the Hot Takes want to see behind the scenes. So, how is the love life of this peculiar man behind the bookshelves?

Facts

Name: Mukami Ruki Age: 20 Hot gossip: He used to be a student in Kaminashi University's literature department. Yet, even before the first year of his studies had ended, he had secured his position at the very top of a small but established and prized local publishing house.

The couple is living on the edge of the city. They renovated an old servant house that is said to be located near the household of our beloved idol.

Fangirls to be warned, the area is rumored to be heavily guarded, and we aren't encouraging anyone to try to find the exact location.

Name: Mukami Yuriko Age: 21 Hot gossip: She's Ruki's high school sweetheart and used to be a literature student as well. However, she is currently expecting the couple's firstborn who will be born in the next month.

As always, we made the couple answer the questions separately. Now, let's see if they agree or disagree.

Who was the one to propose?

Ruki: I made the marriage proposal on New Year's Eve. On that day, I felt nervous for the first time in my life. I really struggled to keep my composure and keep the surprise a secret until the very end. But Yuriko's reaction, her smile, and her shining eyes were worth the whirlpool of emotions.

Yuriko: Ruki did! I didn’t expect it at all. I was thinking that we were about to spend a regular New Year’s Eve but after dinner, Ruki brought me into the living room, which was decorated with beautiful lights, and lifted me on his lap. He… he said such meaningful things and then… then he asked me to marry him after we graduated from high school. Of course, I said yes, and last spring we had our wedding. Today is our wedding anniversary.

Who stressed more over wedding planning?

Ruki: That was me. Without a doubt. I just wanted this day to be perfect. I wanted nothing to get in the way and everything to run smoothly. I have to admit that a few unreliable people really got on my nerves a few times. It would have been best if I had just done everything myself…

Yuriko: I… umh… I think I should have stressed more over it. But I think Ruki actually did… He made sure we chose just the right dishes and that outfits matched after I had chosen mine. He did so much. I’m a bit ashamed for being so scattered about everything…

Who decorated the house?

Ruki: The two of us. When Yuriko moved into the Mukami manor, it was already completely decorated. Of course, I tried to take her wishes into account in our bedroom and later in the renovated library. However, that was not enough for me. So it was very important to me that we decorated the new house together. Our home should represent both of us and make us feel at homely.

Yuriko: Oh! I actually did… or more like, Ruki allowed me to pick most of the colors and so on. But… but… he and his brothers did the heavy lifting. I simply arranged some lighter things in our new house. But maybe I can do more later?

Who does the cooking?

Ruki: Usually me. But if I do not have time to cook because I am too busy with other things, Yuriko does it. Other than that, we often cook together. It is a nice way to spend time as a couple.

Yuriko: Ruki… He is much better at it than I am. But we do a lot of cooking together too. Sometimes I cook, especially if Ruki isn’t at home.

Who is more organized?

Ruki: Without a doubt me. Yuriko completes her tasks without much planning. And often, she spaces out. Then she completely forgets to do important things. I, on the other hand, have almost every minute of the day planned out and stay focused. I think Yuriko knows how important this is to me and she tries her best to keep up with my schedule and tasks. I appreciate this.

Yuriko: Umh… I’m not organized at all… but Ruki is very organized. That helps a lot!

Who initiates bedroom fun?

Ruki: We both initiate. That is all I want to say about that.

Yuriko: Ehhh?! What… what kind of question is this?! I… I… think… both of us…

Who suggested kids first?

Ruki: None of us did. It happened unplanned. But one thing is clear, we are planning the next child together.

Yuriko: Ahem… umh… well… Neither? I mean… I just forgot to take my contraception… umhhh…

Who’s more dominant?

Ruki: Me, of course. I am not only Yuriko's husband but also her master.

Yuriko: I think Ruki is.

Who’s the cuddler?

Ruki: I would say we both do. Physical proximity is very important to us. It is a way for us to show our love for each other. And I really enjoy her warmth…

Yuriko: Oh? Both of us, definitely. I just love to cuddle with Ruki while we are reading. And of course, at other times too.

What’s your favorite non-sexual activity?

Ruki: Reading. It does not matter whether we read a book together or each have our own. We really enjoy this way of spending time.

Yuriko: Reading! But I think Ruki enjoys cooking too. I mean… I’m not that eager to cook but I love spending time with Ruki, so making dinner together is pleasant. Still, reading together is my favorite.

Who comes home drunk at 3 am?

Ruki: Good grief... None of us, of course. Just what kind of question is that?

Yuriko: Umh… do some people do that? I can’t imagine either of us even being drunk…

Who kills the spiders?

Ruki: We do not kill spiders or bugs. But I am the one who catches them and takes them outside.

Yuriko: Huh? Spiders aren’t supposed to be killed. You should just simply pick them up with something and carry them out.

Who falls asleep first?

Ruki: Yuriko. She is a little sleepyhead. A cute one, of course. It is really unbelievable, but she is able to take a nap in very strange places. About sleeping at night... Generally, I am a bad sleeper. It takes me a while to fall asleep. Also… I like watching Yuriko sleep. That is why I try to stay awake longer than her.

Yuriko: Mostly me. But if I stroke Ruki’s hair gently, sometimes he might be the first to doze off.

This concludes our interview. Were you surprised by the secrets of our gossip couple of the month? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comment field. And as always, Hot Takes is willing to receive all the rumors of the city. Maybe yours will be in our next issue.

Credits

Questions from this post by @bane-magnus

Two last arts in the interview by @dlyuiannii

House picture edited by @ruki-mukami-dl

Other pictures edited by me from the official DL art, except Yuriko who is drawn by me, using drawing bases purchased from nukababe/Etsy

#ruki mukami dl #yuriko mukami #rukiko #rukiko pregnancy #pregnancy tw

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writing-whump · 9 months

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Bleeding silver

This is a Christmas present for my lovely friend and RP partner @clickerflight. Great writer and artist, your work lights up my day.💙 Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Flashback fic, when Isaiah was 17, an executioner in his family pack. Insight into his secrets about his father, brothers and the deal with Reuben. Angst, captivity, torture, mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of abuse.

Father’s office was big, dark with lots of massive wood a fireplace and two smaller rooms for waiting and parallel meetings, but very few wolves knew about its greatest advantage - that it had a stairway leading to another office downstairs.

The basement office had no windows. It was that far in the ground and the walls were of thick cement. No sounds came out of there.

Isaiah made sure no one was at the meeting room, before he went down, closing the secret door behind him.

Reuben was in the same position as Isaiah saw him in the morning. Hands in silver chains leading back to the wall behind him. He could sit upright, but he could not move up from there. Silver cuffs on his feet served no other purpose than to cause more burning pain. He was bleeding where silver touched him, the skin rough and blistered.

“I brought you food,” Isaiah said, putting the plate next to his limp feet before stepping away to lean against the cluttered table behind him.

Reuben tilted his head slowly, eyes glassy and feverish as they focused on him. His brown curls were greasy from sweat and matted with old blood and he was shivering without his shadow. He still managed a sarcastic: “How very kind of you.”

It was a bowl of soup. Isaiah figured Reuben’s last bouts of sickness could be traced back to the ongoing strain from the silver burns and that maybe something easier on the stomach could help. He could not simply give him whatever they had at dinner so he made the plainest chichen broth he could.

“It’s such a shame,” Reuben rasped, leaning his head back, “you go through all that trouble to keep me alive, but I’ll have to say no.”

“I don’t care if you are alive,” Isaiah said on reflex.

“Yes, you do. You know what will happen, when my dad finds out about this, right? Can you Wolfsons afford another war? I hear you are preparing for one right now.”

“You couldn’t have heard that,” Isaiah said, folding his hands on his chest. No way someone would reveal such sensitive information…

“Your daddy dearest sounded pretty sure,” Reuben said, a small smirk playing on his chapped lips at Isaiah’s discomfort. “He talks a lot like I won’t survive to tell the tale. I guess he’s right.”

Isaiah’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. His shadow rose angrily though, slashing down on the ground. He didn’t like to be left out of decisions of that magnitude. Neither did he agree with Reuben getting killed. The guy was 17, the same as Isaiah and the oldest son of the Jäger pack’s leader. It made no sense to kill him. Isaiah knew he could have easily been the one on the floor in his father’s office.

“You should really decide already,” Reuben rasped. “You are in conflict, that’s clear as day. You bring me food, you come watch me when you father all but forgets, you worry about my survival although you shouldn’t. You want to release me, but you also want to do what daddy says. You don’t understand the logic behind his plan to torture me. If he killed me, it would be a quicker way to start a war. And your father obviously wants to start one.”

“That’s not true,” Isaiah said sharply. “Father only does what’s best for the pack.”

“So why did he kidnap me? Why this whole ordeal?” Reuben lifted himself up, hands automatically tugging before he winced at the movement and sagged back again.

“There is surely an explanation I’m still not worthy or smart enough to understand.”

“Ha! You still believe that? There is no way your father does things for the greater good of anyone but his bloodthirsty shadow. I told you. This is not how a leader acts.” Reuben coughed then, his whole torse shaking with the cough until it blew into a whole coughing fit, wracking his frame.

“I’m going to escape from here,” Reuben continued, voice breathy and ragged. “One way or another.” He looked at the bowl of soup in disgust, head lolling to the other side.

Isaiah snorted. “How? By starving yourself? That’s the big plan?”

“Why not? I can’t keep doing this forever.” He squeezed his eyes shut, sweat running down the side of his face although he was shivering. “I want out.”

Isaiah was silent for a long time, shaken by the sheer despair in Reuben’s otherwise talkative arrogant voice. It’s been two weeks. He was running thin, constantly in pain from the silver, the beatings and rolled down shadow that came in irregular intervals not helping.

“It’s just because you are not used to the silver,” he said quietly.

Reuben’s eyes closed in exhaustion. “No one is supposed to be used to silver. It freaking hurts. It’s poison to us.”

“See? That’s why father training me with silver is such a good move. Silver with shadow, without the shadow, seeing how quickly you recover. Look at this.” Isaiah crouched down and rolled down the right sleeve on his coat to show the ugly red welts on his arm.

Reuben opened his eyes to slits to look, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Silver knife with a rolled down shadow. But my shadow is already back up. I have grown stronger since he did it to me last time. Every time I get used to the pain more. I know what to expect. And I can call my shadow to come back to me sooner instead of being paralyzed by the pain.”

“Why do you sound so bloody happy?!” Reuben said, face contorting into an angry grimace. “That’s not normal, Isaiah! That’s not something a father does to his son, or a wolf does to his pup. That’s not something a parent’s shadow is supposed to be capable of doing to its child!”

Isaiah recoiled, covering the slashes with his good hand. “You don’t understand. He doesn’t like to do it. It’s a necessary sacrifice for him, but he does it for my sake.”

“For your sake!” Reuben exclaimed, lifting himself up in the chains again only to break into another coughing fit. Isaiah felt the unexplainable impulse to steady him, to touch him.

“That’s such nonsense, Isaiah. This is not part of the training of a successor. Or an executioner. It’s just plain sadistic torture.”

Isaiah bowed his head, staring at the carpet. It was dusty, covered with patches of dried blood.

“And you know it. Deep down you know it. Why else would you prevent your father from training your younger brother?”

Isaiah flinched at that, looking back at Reuben. “One executioner is enough. This kind of training is for me. I’m the strongest in the pack. It’s a burden and a blessing. And mainly, it’s my duty.” For the greater good. For the good of the pack. They need someone like me, who can bear the pain, inflict the pain, understand it and protect them from it.

“If you truly believed this was a strength, you would have trained your brother yourself. Instead, you made a deal. Your father told me. Gloated to me, really. That you think you can do everything on your own, so much your brother won’t be needed for the job at all. That you made a deal that you would not protest any mission if Hector were excluded from the training. And that Hector himself hates you for it. Stupid bastard, not knowing what he is missing.”

Isaiah’s eyes widened. He had no idea father told Reuben such intimate family affairs.

“You won’t protect him forever. He complied to motivate you, but he is sure your qualms will disappear. The more you do it, the more your shadow tastes the blood, the more it will crave it. Until you become like him. And then he will train Hector too. Make him into another you. And you will enjoy it, just like your father enjoys it right now.”

Isaiah stood up abruptly. His heart was beating fast in his chest, his shadow swelling beside him, reacting to his fear, to his pain. It wanted to claw into Reuben for saying that, it wanted to tear him to shreds, taste his blood, bite deep into him just like father would into Isaiah, to calm down, to feel in control…

Reuben smiled, blood in the corner of his lips, eyes glittering with fever and irony. “See? You are on your best way to get there. To the shadow madness.”

Isaiah stepped closer to Reuben, towering over him. He was so weak and pitiful. Isaiah could break his ribs with one kick, smash his teeth together to make him shut up, he could strangle him with his shadow…

Reuben said nothing else, staring invitingly in the way of a wolf making a challenge. Isaiah realized then Reuben was truly serious.

He wanted to die. And he wanted to provoke Isaiah into doing it.

Isaiah walked away.

After he closed and locked the basement office door, he all but ran up the stairs, into the office, through the side exit into the courtyard.

Isaiah braced his hands against his thighs, gulping in the taste of fresh, cold air. He needed to clear his head. He needed his shadow back under control.

Isaiah sat in the smaller of the adjoined offices, doing paperwork, when Marek walked in.

Although Isaiah was younger, Marek waited patiently until Isaiah acknowledged his presence. That’s how it was these days. Marek was a Wolkenstein, he had a powerful shadow and great skill. But no wolf could measure up to Isaiah’s shadow or his control or his skill with it. None of the older wolves, not even those leading their own fractions, their own little allied groups. Not even Isaiah’s uncle. No one but father could do it.

Isaiah lifted his gaze. His shadow was up, covering the ground around the table and climbing the walls. He liked to keep it in the open when he didn’t want to be disturbed. He felt safer with it.

Marek bowed his head, eyes glued to the ground, head tipping to the side to show his throat. It was more of a symbolic gesture, but an important one, showing his submission and acceptance of Isaiah’s power over him.

Isaiah’s shadow wiggled in satisfaction, sizzling like water dripping on burning coals.

“You may speak,” Isaiah said, voice carefully neutral and devoid of emotion.

“The leader said you are in charge of picking wolves for the battle,” Marek said, lifting his gaze tentatively, though looking somewhere over Isaiah’s shoulder. “With the Specter pack. They send us their challenge already, right? You have the date?”

“The date and place have been decided,” Isaiah allowed. He didn’t like where this was going. He had been put in charge of picking the pack members for the battle and he decided not to pick anyone. He would go there alone or with father at most and handle it.

“Then…who is coming?”

Isaiah gave him a measured stare. It usually scared wolves enough not to ask questions and leave him alone. Especially with his shadow up like that.

Marek gulped a little under the pressure, but continued: “You mean…no one? Do you seriously want to go alone?”

“That is my decision to make,” Isaiah said coldly. His shadow hissed like a snake, not liking the disagreement in Marek’s voice.

“Of course, it’s your decision,” Marek said quickly, shoulders hunching. “But Isaiah, come on. Wars are about numbers. Specters are coming after us with at least 10 of their strongest members. We should do the same. We have manpower to choose from, wolves eager for battle and we are strong, Isaiah. If you said a word…”

Isaiah said nothing, just glaring.

Marek looked up before quickly bowing his gaze again. “Isaiah, please. If you don’t want to pick, I’ll ask. Only volunteers, what do you think?”

They both knew there would be plenty of those. Isaiah disliked it. This was a great opportunity to let go of some anger and accumulated aggression, but wolves would always be eager to fight. It wasn’t civilized and it brought nothing good to fight between packs. Isaiah wanted to do it alone, so no one else would bear the risk.

“There is no point in having a pack, if you don’t let it fight for you when it counts,” Marek said, voice low and soothing.

Isaiah didn’t answer, but he let his eyes go to the side, conceding the point.

Marek straightened up at that, voice relieved. “Thank you. Nothing bad will happen, Isaiah. Don’t worry.”

Isaiah narrowed his eyes. Suggesting he was worried was not acceptable, even if Marek had been his friend and had seen him train long before he became the executioner.

Marek winced, backing away. “I’ll be going then.”

But executioners didn’t have friends. Marek understood that, yet still felt like he needed to look out for him. Isaiah didn’t manage to scare him away as well as he intended.

Maybe it was the Wolkenstein ability to tell lies and truth. And Marek was well-tuned to Isaiah’s masks, somehow able to read between the neutral expressions, threatening looks and cold tones.

Isaiah didn’t like it. It was as if Marek could see through his defenses, all the way to the little boy he used to be, when they first became friends with each other.

Marek went to the door, only turning at the last second, eyes briefly meeting his. “It’s okay, Zaya.”

I know you are in there somewhere. You won’t fool me. I know this is a kindness from you. It’s okay. You don’t have to do it alone.

Isaiah said nothing as Marek disappeared out the door, staring at the spot for a long time.

***

Isaiah walked briskly through the halls, shadow slashing behind him. Wolves and humans and witches quickly cleared the way at his approach.

He walked as quickly as he could without outright running.

“It was a necessary loss,” his father said. Isaiah could still see his ruthlessly calm green eyes staring holes into his head. “People die in wars, it is to be expected. It was an acceptable sacrifice. We only lost two people, Isaiah. This is a victory to be celebrated.”

Isaiah fumed. He said nothing, only getting out the door, shadow lashing. He needed to get home, he needed to get out of the public eye. Away from celebrating wolves, from victory yells and champagne.

The victory wasn’t worth Marek’s life.

Isaiah was coming to think no victory could have been worthy of it.

It was an unnecessary war. For territory, for not forgiving a slight offense. It was entirely father’s fault. And it was Isaiah’s, because he let Marek talk him into taking more wolves.

Isaiah let Marek come. To die.

Isaiah burst into the apartment he shared with his brothers, shadow trailing behind him, long and angry.

Hector and Arnie were both in the living room, eating. They had the meet and mashed potatoes Isaiah cooked in the morning. He always cooked for them, finding it the most and if not only enjoyable time of his day. Doing something with his hands that created instead of destroyed, something enjoyable that could be shared.

Hector stood up from the table. “Ah, there he is. Father didn’t even want me at the celebration, because I wasn’t part of the war in any way. You all happy about that, huh? Keeping him and all the good techniques to yourself, you selfish prick.”

Isaiah ignored him, getting out of his coat and removing his shoes.

“You can’t keep me out of every interesting fight! I know this is your fault, that you keep me away from father on purpose - but I’ll get strong anyway. Stronger than you and then you’ll regret-”

Isaiah turned. There was blood on his suit, Marek’s blood, as he kneeled beside him as he bled out from a silver bullet. His shadow rose around him, spilling over the living room, swelling with anger.

Hector stopped abruptly, taking an involuntary step back.

Arnie hunched into himself at the table. He was just 11 years old, used to his brothers, their shadows and their fighting. To the good kind of fighting, the playful one. When they weren’t trying to hurt each other.

Nowadays Hector tried to hurt Isaiah whenever he saw him. Lashing out in anger, not understanding what was wrong, why he was being left out. He was 15 years old, a very sensitive age for a shadow wolf. They needed guidance and direction, a clear example and goals to follow, so they could discipline their shadows into submission. Shadows that reacted to every hormonal emotion with a vengeance and aggression.

This was a sensitive age. And Isaiah nor father could be there for him. Isaiah made sure of that.

“Shut up,” Isaiah said, fighting the urge to just roll his little brother's shadow down and take the peace and quiet he craved. “Shut up for once. No one is interested in your whining.”

Hector went pale, bowing his head in submission and fear.

Isaiah’s shadow wiggled in excitement at the gesture. Isaiah felt sick.

Arnie stood up then, a little hesitant before stepping closer to Isaiah. His green eyes were wide in his childish face, blond hair messy and shining under the kitchen lamp.

“Was it bad? Are you hurt?” Arnie said quietly, reaching for his arm. He knew he had to be careful with wolves, although he was never afraid of the two of them. At least that was ingrained into Isaiah and Hector both by their mother, when she was still alive. Isaiah never worried about Hector doing anything to Arnie and until now the trust turned justified.

Isaiah fought every instinct in his body not to recoil or shove him off, when Arnie gently touched his forearm. All his muscles clenched inside him. Arnie was all softness, round and vulnerable and kind, looking at him with those trusting big eyes…

Isaiah tolerated the touch for a few seconds, revulsion and disgust swirling inside him. His shadow steadied though, pulling back and down.

The oldest wolf stepped away from the human boy and then hurried into the bathroom at the end of the hall. Fortunately, they had two bathrooms and this one Isaiah liked to reserve for himself.

He locked the door behind him, then opened the faucet to full blast and let the shower run. His hands were shaking so badly that he barely managed to unbutton his shirt and strip down from his bloody clothes.

That was all he managed before the tears came.

The grief and pain flooded him like a tsunami, crashing the air out of his lungs. He slid down the door, curling into himself, hoping the running water would disguise the sounds.

He held onto his composure during the battle. He held onto it when Marek got shot, and when his mother bled out next to him, trying to save her oldest son. There were still two kids she left behind. Marek’s little brother and sister.

Isaiah’s insides shook and twisted. He buried his face into his knees, wailing quietly, while his shadow clawed at the bathroom tiles. But he wasn’t worried it would do anything anymore. This was a way to let out a strong emotions, and he would rather let it out through tears than through someone’s blood.

At least this time around.

***

Isaiah went down the stairs. It was deep into the night, the sounds of celebration still loud.

He went down the steps with newfound determination. The conflict in him was gone, his shadow calm at his side as he opened the door. He didn’t switch the light on.

Reuben was sleeping fitfully in the chains, but was quick to wake at the sound of his approach. The bowl of soup was untouched.

Isaiah had no time to be hesitant. He went down to one knee beside him, taking out the keys and unlocking his cuffs.

Reuben’s eyes widened, but he pulled his bleeding hands away, pressing them against his chest. “What's going on?”

“We’ll wait till your shadow comes back and heals you. I’ll replace the chain with a steel one, so the silver doesn’t burn you. And when the time is right, I’ll help you escape,” Isaiah said, voice hard and clipped.

Reuben’s face lightened up. “Isaiah, this is the right choice. You won’t regret-”

“In exchange,” Isaiah interrupted harshly, “you won’t tell your father what happened to you or that the Wolfsons had anything to do with it. Tell him you were on a trip or spent the time passed out drunk. I don’t care. But there will be no other war, you understand?”

Reuben frowned, lowering his voice. “That bad today?”

Isaiah stood up, leaning back against the table like he did before. Reuben slid away from his usual place by the wall, as if wanting to exercise some of his new freedom, though he was weak and didn’t get further than a step.

“I won’t let another war happen. No one else has to get hurt in this. You know what my father is. You know the only ones suffering are you and me. And you said it yourself, it’s not my fault. We don’t have to make it a pack business.”

“Am I just supposed to forgive you? Just like that? What about my suffering, huh?”

Isaiah rubbed at his face tiredly. “Can’t you just be happy you won’t end up dead?”

“What about the consequences? What about the silver scars, what about the pain to my shadow, Isaiah? What am I supposed to do if there turns out to be damage I can’t manage on my own? It wants revenge and-”

“If we go to war, I’ll go and kill your father.”

Reuben froze, mouth open.

“I don’t want another war. But if you won’t help me, there will be one and more Wolfson wolves are going to die. Jäger wolves are going to die. But I’ll make sure to kill your father, so your pack is hit the most, losing its leader. So no other pack ever tries to fight us again. You want to go that road?”

Reuben snarled at him. If he went to his father and started the war, he would not be strong enough to fight in it. And he couldn’t defeat Isaiah the first time anyway, though they were very closely matched.

“Fine. I won’t tell anyone what happened was your and the Wolfson pack leader’s doing. But I can’t let your shadow mad father run free, Isaiah, you have to under-”

“Give me a year,” Isaiah said. “Give me one year and I’ll deal with him myself. Just don’t tell anyone.”

Reuben would always have the knowledge that could destroy his pack. Once he was free, the bargaining advantage would be in his hands.

Reuben raised an eyebrow at him, features hard. “Fine. In exchange?”

Isaiah sighed. “Anything you want.”

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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Once again, been a while since I commented here but I did wanna share some things with the blog since a few things have happened kin wise.

I'm not gonna go tooooo deep into personal history (the things I'll be confessing here are just the tip of the very deep iceberg) but like. if my friends or people who know me don't already know that this is my tag, it'll be a dead giveaway H

This will be a bit of a ramble but maybe it'll give someone some sort of insight maybe???

A while ago, I kinfirmed Josuke Higashikata from JJBA. Doesn't sound like a big deal at all. Just another, "woohoo! Another to add to the list of lives I've cycled through, I suppose." But in this life it was... rough to accept at first. Lemme explain.

For years it was hard to accept that I may be that flamboyant zesty 90s kid (which is REALLY funny said out of context) due to some bad experience with someone I used to be friends with. We were in a JJBA roleplay together that me and another friend (that I'm still friends with) ran. I played Josuke, they played Kira. Said roleplay fucked me up bad, to say the least.

From that point on after the whole ordeal, I didn't even want to think about kinning Josuke. I think it's because in my mind at the time, that roleplay Josuke that I played was the one I was gonna be, and I didn't want that as my canon. Oh, god, I wanted nothing to do with it. I was so scared of becoming the woobified version of me that this 14 year old roleplayed as that I was essentially blinded by my own bias against me.

Mainly, I was scared of it because what I saw and felt was accurate to things I didn't know were details from my canon were projected onto the characterization. This further pushed the idea that if I somehow kinfirmed Higashikata, then I must be the one I roleplayed as (not true at all).

Some of the things included: I was a lot more caring than canon is, I remember I got a job as a hair stylist, etc etc. It's only natural when you end up a character you roleplayed as has the shit you headcanoned revealing itself to be parts of what you used to be. It's projection. Again, I was so blinded and scared that I was gonna be that woobified uwu pastel one that I played as 14 and didn't even stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I could think about the feelings I had about certain people and events and realize.... whatever angst shitstorm that happened in that roleplay was purely fictional, and that my canon is my own and not what me and some other people made up on the spot as an angst fest.

I harbored this distain for years because I couldn't NOT associate JJBA with that roleplay until one of my friends started to get into it. It was at first to me, "Oh, okay, cool. People can like what they like :] /gen"

And then one of my other friends kinfirmed YOSHIKAGE KIRA. shit was absolutely shocking because one of the main reasons I was so turned away from part 4 was because in aforementioned roleplay, the person who played Kira and was absolutely toxic to me. The weird ass interactions between rp Josuke and rp Kira had like fucked me up pretty bad and as a result I couldn't see Kira the same way for years.

Again, all up until my friend kinfirmed the man and, while not of my canon (unsure what they did in theirs) it clicked that. I NEED to let go of that and see things in a different light. That's my actual friend, a real person, and not some weirdo that another 14 year old roleplayed as and essentially woobified the shit out of. Real ass person, not the same. I needed to drop the grudges.

This is what also made me start to accept--not realize, I'm pretty sure I knew for a long time--that I was Josuke, specifically part 4 Josuke. Everything clicked so hard, for years all the complaints and headcanons I had made so much sense because it WAS me. That abhorred rat episode? Didn't react like that at all. I tried to help those people (and failed). The fact I was so turned away from the 'Josuke becomes a cop' headcanon that I used to see all the time back in like 2019/2020 or something? It was because I didn't become a cop at all! Josuke was like, in essence, my first kin before I even knew what kinning was.

It feels more at peace to leave the trauma behind and instead holding onto it and despising a media that didn't really wrong me itself, but instead the people I used to know back in the day. Leaving it behind and accepting it leads me to new discoveries on all ends, like the fact that the memories I have as Josuke are as vivid as the ones I have as Klavier Gavin. Or, the fact that Josuke feels like a super close kin...

Maybe because for some reason I like to kin really zesty motherfuckers such as Mettaton, Klavier Gavin, and Josuke Higashikata... Fits right in with my kintype flawlessly.

Anyways, I share this all not only to kinfess but to say that, hey if you read it all the way down here... Hi :] I genuinely hope that, if something similar has happened, you're turned away from a character or a media you used to enjoy because of someone... It's okay. Let yourself recover, and don't be afraid if you feel it may be you. It probably is. And if so, whatever headcanons or complete characterization you used to have isn't what your canon's going to 'turn into' when you kinfirm. You are complex and you are your own person. You can't get it all right, especially when you didn't know it was you. Give it another shot, and like I said, take your time to recover. Have a great day!!

(sorry for any bad grammar or misspellings I may not have caught)

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🕹️👾🎸#josukehigashikatakin #jjbakin #rp issue #memories issue #canoning issue #self hate cw #police cw #headcanons issue #fandom issue #klaviergavinkin #aceattorneykin #mettatonkin #mod party cat

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tempest-toss · 1 year

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✔ for my muse Siegel and whichever of your muses you would like to answer for!

I was gonna do Four (and maybe I will if asked again!), but I wanted to use another beastie of mine for this ask [[also sorry for the spacing, I had to copy and paste from browser to get it all in one go))

My muse(s): Six, aka O5-6, "The Dragon"

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Siegel might explode at seeing how different hunting is fhhdghdg. Besides Six would love to see a calmer time.

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

He's heard stories and knows that Siegel has been turned into a werewolf but doesn't know much else as he spent his time talking with teeth more.

There's a lot of options for Six, the key thing is that Siegel is going to have to deal with Six being a dragon (he already should be kinda used to it with Teeth))

For the last two, I would like to reiterate that this is an rp blog. If you'd like to have an rp with my characters I would love to (and depending on it it might create or reveal some lore 👀), just let me know if you'd like to rp or let me know if a reblog chain is an rp.

If you'd like to, please reach out in my private messages or ask box. Just please make it clear that you're asking as yourself {use parentheses or brackets} or I might interpret it as asking the muse to roleplay, and they might be very confused))

#ask meme #ask game #toacho #Six #The Dragon #mun muses #roleplays are almost always open!#feel free to ask in my dms #))

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Five of those bird magic headcanons!

I’m just going to take this as license to give as many as I want, because I haven’t talked about the actual magic side of things much yet!

Ozpin bestowing the twins his magic was a graduation gift of sorts. Or maybe more like their first job offer. He began discussing it with them and slowly revealing darker truths in team STRQ's fourth year, when they were already taking on relevant field missions, proving their worth. Many conversations between the twins and their closest teammates (detailed) and friends (vaguer, and ...given Raven had any) occurred, similar to the Pyrrah/Jaune convo we saw. [this is on the rp wishlist btw] Qrow was nervous but all about it. Raven had her doubts from the start but at the very least, wasn’t about to pass up a chance at something to make her more powerful.

Receiving the magic was a process of infusing some of Ozma’s essence (just magic itself? his own aura? are they the same in Humanity 1.0? unclear) into the twin’s aura, much like how we saw Fria to Penny and Penny to Winter pass on the maiden powers. This didn’t leave any visible markings - except for those that would be able to read those extra pieces of aura woven into their own (though I’m willing to bend this for any Ravens that hc otherwise).

It could have been as simple as those scenes as well, but Ozpin made it a (small but special) ceremony because the Branwen Twins Are Dramatic and Extra and also the tribe was big on rituals so this made it more comfortable. Oz also wanted to drive home the unique gift, the sanctity and importance of what he was doing. They had time for such pomp back then...

It didn’t hurt. Not the initiation. The first few changes, however, were excruciating. Human and bird aura were now intertwined - the mortal coil of life existing in each pocket of spacetime recognized both forms, but the actual DNA, body systems, physical form took some convincing to, well, shift its shape. It required time and practice and training with Ozpin to make it happen as fast, as smoothly, as effortless as it does now, and to learn how to move and how to fly in a whole new body.

qrow learned to fly first, and took to it quite naturally after the first few bumps.

As the aura was merged, so eventually, did bits of each physical form overlap. The birds have an easier time talking, higher level thoughts, movements beyond instinctual, anthropomorphic projections and colors they might not normally; qrow has feathered hair and oil glands, urges to eat bugs and steal shinies, the ability to see more shades of red and feel changes in the sky, to name a few of each. Raven never told qrow what, if any, changes she felt. She was already gone by the time he noticed his. This does not make them separate beings or brains (though qrow sometimes references it that way), just different forms of consciousness.

It makes qrow, at least, something of an honorary faunus. And didn’t all those origin tales speak of their creation as the meeting of human and special magic, after all? There does seem to be a limit to the physical changes, but each form continues to learn from each other over time.

The twin’s shapeshifting is hereditary. Ozpin did not make it this way intentionally, but like the maiden powers and Ozma’s curse, the magic wants to live on. Unlike the maiden powers, it was bound specifically to two people. However, playing around with aura and DNA so closely means the magic can recognize and bind to other but only Branwen blood. Being a faunus makes this more likely, since it also gives the magic an animal form to cling to and possibly other magic to merge with, if those creation tales have any truth. This also means a form other than a bird is possible. And really, none of them know any of this. [I fold to Ozpin rpers if they veto this one, but the one or two I’ve talked to so far have given it their blessing.]

(As far as we’re aware, Yang did not inherit it. ...But maybe she should try?)

#sunguns #* hey don't get mad cause i'm right = headcanon *#* behind closed doors = ooc *#* hey i got a tip for ya = meme response *#thank you for sending a really good one and feel free to ask more detail if this didn't answer something you wanted for ambrosius or smth #long post tw

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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Goretober 2022 'The Staycation 🏡💙' Post-Event Reflection

Some thoughts about how the event went, now that it's concluded, so I can look back and reference them next year ✅

Positives:

>Introductions to the Mitchs: I was SO HAPPY to FINALLY be able to share all of my selfinsert characters with you guys!! I’ve been slowly developing them and their stories ever since ‘KEWKs Kidnapping,’ but wanted to come up with an interesting way to reveal all of them to you. I’ve wanted to, but held back on making art and fics about them because I wanted to save all of it for The Staycation event. Now that the event is concluded and they’ve all been introduced, I’ll be able to freely talk about and draw them as much as I like! I can already tell they have a few fans, (particularly Mitch(2)/ coworker!Mitch, who just so happens to be my favorite one! c:) so please feel free to ask about them/ their AUs if you’d like to. I may hold mini events where I RP as them and L.S.S. during their original timelines, but for now, I’d like to finally make character sheets for them and maybe write fics for their original AUs :D

>Trying new things: I took this event as an opportunity to try out some different artistic mediums that I don’t usually dabble in- pencil (my go-to before I started drawing digitally), pen/marker, collage, pixel art/ simple animation, digital but with simple lineart and a new brush, and I even threw a poem in there! It was a ton of fun to experiment with all of these, and I found that I really enjoyed all of them and would like to mess around with them more in the future. I particularly liked making the pixel art for videogame!Mitch and the collages for dealer!Mitch, and am very happy I finally figured out how to make simple animated gifs out of my art c:

>Story building: I had SO MUCH fun creating the story for this event, dropping hints to the ending, including throwbacks/references to past goretober events and sprinkling in easter eggs in the art and writing, especially all the references to food/eating, rabbits, and wolves/dogs! (tbh for a minute there, I was worried I was making things too obvious lol) I’ll have to make an ‘in case you missed it’ post pointing out some things that people haven’t mentioned yet…~

>Productivity: I succeeded in creating a total of 41 pieces of art and wrote at least 100 pages of story for this event, with about 90% of it created between October 1st and November 1st! Not too shabby, if I do say so myself UwU Doing this event always shows me that I’m capable of doing way more than I give myself credit for, and while that rapid pace is not at all sustainable long-term, I’m still very proud that I was able to pull off what I did in that short amount of time! It also gets me into the practice of drawing and writing much faster in general, which means my general art and writing will turn out quicker, too (good news for you guys, now that I’m back to my usual shenanigans~)

>Better self-care: While I did not succeed in avoiding all the pitfalls I fell into during the 2021 ‘The Do-Over’ goretober event, I still did a better job at caring for myself during this years event than the last. I managed to make time for a little socializing, did not lose as much weight over the course of the month as I did last year, and managed to avoid having a major breakdown due to the workload (still had a little cry toward the end, but it lasted like 5 minutes so I just consider it business as usual lol).

Negatives:

>Planning does not equal preparing: I did a lot of planning for this event- tons of spreadsheets, notes, ideas and a rough outline for each chapter- but I quickly learned that planning is not a substitute for preparing. I thought it would be much easier to write in real-time this year with so much to pull from in my back pocket, but I still ended up writing and drawing for at least 3-8+ hours every day during the event and often stayed up past 4am to finish the content for each day. Even with all that work, I was unable to fit in A LOT of what I wanted to include, simply because there was not enough time to create it from scratch.

Out of all the ficlets posted during the event, the only ones that were prewritten were the finalized day zero fic, the rough drafts for Penpal, Coworker, and Neighbors original introductions, and the draft for Penpals original death, and out of all the art posted, only the intro pics for Mitch 1-5 were completed before the 1st . Everything else was created within a few days of being posted, usually the same day. So, it’s safe to say at least 90% of this event, written and drawn, was improv and was therefore not the quality I wanted for it to be, despite all the effort I put into it.

>Things not going as intended: Despite having so much planned before October, having preset points for the appearances and deaths of each S/I and a definite ending in mind, the inbetween parts went VERY differently than what I’d set out to make them, simply because I had nothing concrete actually written for them and got new ideas mid-event. Still, I hope each chapter is enjoyable for what they turned out to be! (I may end up writing a fic version of this event that goes how I originally intended, or how I wish they turned out after-the-fact…)

>Human limitations: Despite telling myself not to do what I did last year, the pace I set was incredibly demanding, and after putting in so much work for the whole month, I was completely exhausted by the 31st. That day, I was feeling very sick and was having trouble thinking straight, but because it was pretty much the final day of the event and I’d come so far, I wanted to post something and get it over with. The writing posted on that day is not at all what I wanted it to be- it was, after all, supposed to be the climax of the story, but it fell completely flat and I am very, very disappointed with it. I intend to go back and edit it when I’m feeling up to it, but for now, I’m still recovering and trying not to beat myself up over it too bad…

>Lack of interaction: First off, I am incredibly grateful to those of you who sent in asks during The Staycation, with a special shout-out to @meadow-hearthfire and @stormcellarwitch! Your asks played a MAJOR part in the story and really helped to move it along and spark inspiration for me. Thank you so, so, SO much for your participation!! I really hope you enjoyed the ride, and that you’ll join me for next years goretober event as well :D

That being said, I was disheartened by the general lack of interaction during the event, especially after I was told there were a number of people that were excited to participate. I had more asks than I could handle last year and about half the number of followers that I do now, so I was anticipating a big turn-out and am wondering why that didn’t happen. (What made it more confusing was that I actually gained quite a few followers during the event, when I’d expected to lose a bunch due to the shift in content! But otherwise, there was very little activity in my feed…) I do realize I’m not owed interaction from any of you, and that my goretober events are very self-indulgent and different from my usual stuff, but I would still very much appreciate some constructive input as to why people were not interacting as I’d hoped and what I can do next year to motivate participation:

Was it boring? Too repetitive? Too confusing or involved? TL;DR? Were you disappointed because it wasn’t what you expected it to be? Were you confused as to how you could interact, what you were supposed to do, or assume you could not participate for some reason? Did you enjoy and follow the event, but just didn’t feel like participating in it? Are my goretober events just not your thing, and you were simply waiting for when the blog went back to the usual vibe? Or, were you just busy with life and didn’t have time to participate this year?

Thank you in advance for your input! It’ll be very helpful to me so I can make next year as entertaining and fun as possible for you guys and for myself ^^

Notes to Self for 2023 (that may be useful anyone that wants to do an event like this themselves):

>PREPARE: You DO NOT want this to take over your whole life for the entire month or be unsatisfied with the results because it’s rushed!! Make a goal to have AT LEAST 50% of the writing and art done (ESPECIALLY THE FINALE) before October 1st, and have an outline written for the rest. It is WAY easier to edit things a little during the event than to make it all from scratch the same day you post it!!

>Stick with the plan: Throwing in some things on impulse is fun, but taking a hard left out of nowhere just makes it so you have to improvise even more afterwards. Make a flowchart if choices made by the audience can affect the story progress so that you can stay on track and still get to where you need to go in the end.

>Be interactive, but independent: Include audience participation when/if it's offered, but do not depend on it, because it may not be there when you need it.

>Be clear: Set guidelines for participation, what the event is about, and make a masterlist/ guide for past events and the AUs within them so newcomers can get up-to-speed with the story so far

>Do some refreshing: Reread your own writing and take notes so you actually remember your own story. It will spark new ideas and help keep things consistent! Also, edit things that are not congruent and fix any plot holes you find.

>Remember this story is for you!: Just because people aren’t participating doesn’t mean your story isn’t worth creating and putting out there. Make it because you love it, and if people like it, that’s great! If not, you have a whole story custom tailored to your tastes, and that’s awesome, too ^^

Thanks for reading! I’m looking forward to getting back to business as usual on the blog and to thoroughly planning AND preparing for next years goretober event. Until then, I hope you all enjoyed this years event and had a great Halloween~ 🤗🎃💖

#k.e.w.k. speaks #the staycation 🏡💙

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Hey! I'm Martha, 21 years old from Germany. I have been playing (problematic) RPs for quite some time now, and I'm looking for new (long-term) partners to play with.

Here is a short summary of the kind of roleplays that I like

Most of the roleplays are story-heavy, in the sense that I indulge into a lot of world building and write detailed literate responses.

I love historic settings the most. I have a lot of prompts (one is on my blog) so maybe take a look there.

Realism is super important for me. That's why you shouldn't have any limits that don't make sense in the particular setting. I'm absolutely fine with 🍪 and 🕊️ whenever it makes sense in the story.

I love long-term roleplays where both partners sometimes take the role of a narrator. In my experience, in the past it worked best when we focus on one character and build the whole world around them and bring the other characters to live together. In general, I don't like simplistic 1on1 stories.

Please, be creative.

I'll leave a short Hogwarts prompt here to but make sure to take a look at the other prompts on my blog!

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The United Kingdom in 1843. Great Britain is at the height of its power. Queen Victoria won the Opium War only a few months earlier, subjugated the province of Hong Kong and made herself immortal to the people just by doing so. Politically, economically and culturally, the kingdom seems to have a rosy future ahead of it. Queen Victoria, however, seems depressed. Her advisors cannot explain it themselves, but the ruler is unusually secretive. What, for God's sake, could be affecting the queen in such a way?

The news must have deeply disturbed the queen, Michael Heathborne thought to himself on his way back to the Ministry of Magic right near the royal palace. He could hardly convince her that he was not some madman when he revealed to her that he himself was the chairman of an association of wizards and witches. When he told her about the world of wizards and witches, he was glad to have the option to escape from the young and, potentially, angry queen with the help of magic. That's probably why we never reveal our existence to Muggle lords, he thought grumblingly as he slammed his briefcase down on the table in his office.

Paper was piling up next to him. Reports of recent murders at Hogwarts. A wizard (or a witch?) is wreaking havoc in the Scottish Highlands, and more recently in the capital itself. There are rumors of a nameless terror, a wizard from the mainland (Europe) who was believed to be dead is playing games and making a fool of him, the minister himself. Murders at Hogwarts are one thing, not a scandal, but quite unpleasant. But murders of Muggles require the help of the Queen to cover them up. And that’s a red line for Michael Heathborne.

I look at the minister from the corner of his office with a calm but sharp gaze. He is startled as soon as he notices that I am already present. He quickly hides his nervous tics behind an imperious masquerade. "Martha, this assignment is top secret, I hope you know that. I don't want any more trouble."

I smile reassuringly at him. "I know what this is about. I'm going to Hogwarts as a professor. Officially to take a teaching position. Unofficially, I will be investigating and reporting directly to you." The Minister of Magic looks at me with slight concern. Such a young teacher might have her difficulties in gaining a foothold. On the other hand, I have been the best of my year, a fabulous Auror, and beautiful enough to perhaps divert suspicion from me. Everyone is suspicious and the last thing the minister needs is a public investigation. "Don't worry, I know how to hide from curious eyes.“ My sinister grin does not please him at all....

#roleplay #rp #harry potter rp

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acoldsovereign · 6 months

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Hi, Guillotina! I know you're still in the midst of setting up your blog and all, including new rules for followers (as you've said already), but I hope it's okay for us anons to still send you random IC & OOC asks! If not, you can delete-- I'll understand. ;w; I won't comment on recent dash stuff but I just wanted to check in and see if you/the people involved were okay???? I know you care about Saiyans a lot. Like, a lot, a LOT-- maybe more than anyone I know or seen so far. (In case I sound like a creep, I swear I'm not!) I was here when you first had Google Docs and had a really cute section about relationships/shipping stuff with Bardock. (Was also here when you first set up your Sites page and had an even *cooler* section about the diversity of the Saiyans' gene pool, explaining why Maiz looked so different! Not to mention your cultural & biological headcanons as well but that's neither here or there). So, I just wanted to check in on you. 🥺 I also say this because of your recent Toriyama post (didn't know he said that about female Saiyans omg! Everything makes so much sense now, haha. I was confused for years man 😭 ). Point is, I see how much Saiyans mean to you overall and I think it's rad to see as a fellow female fan of the series! Can you explain more of your muse choice to me? Like, what went into making her? I know you said she came from a fanfiction but I remember on your old blog, you also said she predates it?? Sorry If I'm misremembering! I just think you and your blog are cool! Keep on trucking!

{{ Heyo! Yes, that rule is still in place, anon! I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS enjoy receiving random asks (IC or OOC) from mutuals and anons. Though I'm private nowadays, I will extend this courtesy to non-mutuals as well! (How else am I supposed to know we're a potential match as writing partners if I don't extend that olive branch, y'know?). With that said-- awwww, you were here for all for that?! 🥺 My pre-Sites days too and during them?! That means you've kept an eye on me ever since I stepped onto the RP scene here.... You're an OG, you know that right?! I didn't expect this sweet and heartfelt message, so thank you so much for taking the time to write this out. I'm smiling so much like a goofy goober. This means the world to me. But yes, I'm okay. I got two new good friends out of said dash stuff (though we were mutuals already, anyway/had already been interacting). Anyway, yeah, I'm good! They're good, too! Thanks for checking in with us!! I'll tell them you sent good wishes, granted if they don't see this beforehand. :3

About Saiyans meaning a lot to me-- yeah. I wish I could remember the interview it was revealed in, but he was asked about it at some point to where he said something to the effect of "I didn't know how to design them/couldn't figure out their appearance", something like that. It stuck with me because like I've mentioned in my Toriyama post, many toxic (as in sexist/misogynistic fanboys and overall creepy ass people) tried to make DB a thing I wasn't allowed to participate in, all because I was born a girl which was and is-- bullshit. Women aren't a different fuckin' species, man. We like the same shit as men sometimes and that's alright. Trying to put me into a girly girl box is what made me into a rebellious ass tomboy (much like Videl who I somewhat related to, growing up). Only in my late teens/early adult years did I embrace my femininity (yes, I was vain and shallow like Bulma at times. I was also a bit too loose with money when I had some, so I understand her casual attitude regarding her wealth, but that's neither here or there). Point is there was and always have been room for female fans of the series, so when I heard that from the horse's mouth himself? Yeah, it was a wrap. That was it. Nobody could tell me SHIT. That's one thing about me: If I learn something is true and it makes my life easier, I will not listen to anything else. I'll do my own thing. I'm a bit stubborn like that but trust me, it's a good stubborn. Otherwise, I'm very open-minded about many things and I'm a good listener.

As I stated on more than one occasion, I started RPing in a chatroom of an anime-pirating website, while I watched DBZ Kai. After I finished the anime (and lost my original RP group of friends), I coped by scouring the Internet for more RP forums and platforms, of which eventually led me to Facebook. I ran into some mishaps here and there in the DBZ RP space but that aside, the highs were worth it and I stayed for a long while. I mostly specialized in Android/Cyborg OCs and Saiyan OCs. So yes, you are right by saying Maiz (as in RPC!Maiz's template) comes from my 2018 fanfiction but also predates it by SEVERAL YEARS because every female Saiyan I had from the age of 12 and up was essentially a prototype of who Maiz would become. Long story short, Maiz grew with me, even when her names before were: Rayearth (my og username on the chatroom/anime website), Beats, Serori, Celeri, and later Jinjā. Rayearth was able to go Super Saiyan and she was the angry-punchy type. She was closer to Vegeta in temperament and haughty as all hell. Beats was a bit more humble with a hint of cockiness. This was around the time I started playing around with morality and all that, so she was less of a Vegeta type but still rough around the edges. I think I implied she could go Super Saiyan but can't remember if it happened in any threads. Serori was much more humble and quiet-- introspective. However, she could be hostile if approached too quickly or suddenly. She was the first low-class Saiyan I ever made. Celeri was a jump off of that because someone had the same name as my OC so I changed her around*. She was extroverted, but not too much. I guess you could call her a quasi-Goku type, if Goku was Mid-Class and a woman. I changed the rank because I wanted to explore the classism aspect of the Saiyans and my OC's relationship between her and her inherent power. She was morally gray, if I remember correctly.

*A bit petty of me, I'm sure-- but I was immature and a moody teenager who only had her creativity to express herself with. Anything too similar to me back then felt like an attack on my personhood and individuality. Thankfully, I'm a mature adult who's grown past that trauma response from childhood.

Jinjā came in 2015. I was 16 going on 17, about to enter college. Stopped RPing some time before this, because well, I had to focus on school and life stuff. This is what she originally looked like:

She has no story, because she wasn't made with one in mind. I just missed having a female Saiyan to think/write about. She was truly random, a burst of inspiration that heavily looms over Maiz's current design. Jinjā has red, short, choppy hair because Seripa/Fasha was her base design. I wanted something different to make her stand out, or else she'd just look like a clone or twin. That's all. Fasha being the base is also where the earrings comes from, since she had them. (This was just before I started embracing cosmetics and accessories). While she didn't really have anything to her, the basic idea was to go back to my roots: a rough-and-tumble Saiyaness who can pack a mean punch and rock your shit even if it kills her-- even if she fails. Hence my attempt at blood and making her look badass/intimidating. Muscles and female anatomy was hard for me, still is slightly-- but I'm getting the hang of it. Anyhoo, I believe my intentions-- if I fleshed her out more-- would've been for her to be a Bardock-type. Fun fact: Battle of Gods came out a month before this redesign did, so I got some confused looks when asked if this was SSG (Red) and I said no. I wasn't a huge fan of the movie so I didn't really see it until later. Only clips and such on YouTube. I warmed up to it eventually.

While going back to college for the second time (2018-2019), I got into Super properly with the introduction of Broly in DB Super: Broly. I enjoyed the Future Trunks/Goku Black Saga but the narrative nightmare within the anime's climax (and the manga's middle part) was a tough pill for me to swallow. The movie though-- despite the minor grievances I have with it-- hit all the right spots: Saiyan lore! Saiyan culture! POLITICS!!! Space-Opera! Sci-fi!!!!!! Around this time, I was finally inspired to do something else for this fandom I've had a tumultuous relationship with-- write a fan fiction. Jinjā's redesign was imminent:

She got renamed in reference to her mom, who was now Seripa/Fasha's older sister as a nod to the latter being a design base. Karne comes the Japanese spelling of karnels (kaneru, if I have that correct) because she's frustratingly slow to anger like popcorn-- the pun she's based off of. (Fasha in other media, such as the games has always been described as the opposite: short tempered, fierce and feisty. She's staunchly loyal to her crew too, as implied in the movie and in those same games if you pay attention to her dialogue). With this, it only made sense to have the updated version of Jinjā follow the pun as:

To summarize: Maiz became Maiz in 2019, in the wake of DB Super: Broly. (It came out that year in the U.S). In the fanfic she originates from, she is the last female Saiyan, and that weighs on her all the time. Incidentally, Story!Maiz is much more sympathetic while remaining a frosty a--hole. Her trauma is much more apparent and while she's not exactly the nicest person in the Galaxy, it's much more clear to see why: she has attachment issues, which makes getting to know her difficult, she has trust issues, anger issues from surviving a bloody and rather violent/sudden genocide of her people at a young and tender age, she can't remember the last time she slept well, has frequent nightmares of being abandoned by her mother (she was the one who shoved her into an escape pod). She thinks there's no value to her life because she's been traveling through outer space with Turles for six years consecutively and there were several planets/galactic sectors who didn't even know what a Saiyan was. They were lucky to find remains. (Cut tails, boots, bones, dust/ashes, name tags, etc etc. The sights were very, very grisly. And she kept seeing the same things for six. Years. Straight). All of this turned her into a very bitter, negative person who became a straw nihilist. She kind of just wanted to pass away quietly in some corner somewhere, not because she felt remorse for being a Saiyan/the effects of her kin but because she had her entire life upended on a sadistic whim. There was nothing to live for in her eyes. She thought Turles was stupid for having hope after a while and became jaded. While she was stronger than Turles in terms of raw power, she had a issue with not wanting to preserve her ki for important situations. He constantly had to watch over her like a big brother and she absolutely resented him for it (misguided anger, anyone?). It didn't help that he remembered more of Saiyan life than she could. All in all, she was tragic and a bit too edgy probably, but she would grow out of her frosty shell with the introduction of Broly. She reluctantly bonded with him over time on their ship as Saiyan Squad (what I called them out of text) made their way to Earth to settle the score with Vegeta. Paragus didn't do anything for her but make her angry at first-- all this time she's convinced herself there were no more Saiyans and then she sees this old man still kicking somehow? Of course she'd be livid. (Paragus, over his short presence in her life until his death at Vegeta's hands proved to be effective; he became a makeshift father figure and imparted some words of wisdom of which she'd take to heart, post Broly fight. Turles was pretty devastated too and they would finally be the brother-sister duo he's always known they could have been. It's bittersweet and sad, tbh).

Anyway, that's the evolution process. As for why she looks like this in universe-- I'm gonna be honest and say I got it from Father of Goku. There were different looking Saiyans in there, two women have blue hair. Super Saiyan has green eyes and blonde hair. Who's to say there aren't natural green eyed Saiyans who existed? Or blondes? Dark hair can mean black and/or brown, so why not both? Same with dark eyes! Make them brown, hazel, chestnut, almost black or straight up black. Etc etc. (As a reminder, Fasha has purple eyes! PURPLE). If you look at official artworks/some colored manga covers and whatnot, Goku's actually tan. Hell, Future Trunks is basically apricot or a peachy skin tone. If you want a triple whammy??? Read the manga. No, seriously. There are OFFICIAL scans that has Trunks with red hair instead of the Super Saiyan blonde. And those are mistakes from Toriyama himself. Look at Z Broly and all his in between stages-- blue hair, greenish-yellow hair, etc. It's really not that hard to create a unique looking Saiyan, or justify it-- so I feel like the whole dark hair and dark eyes should be overlooked/not a big deal. I also just don't like how restrictive it is from a narrative/in universe standpoint. It's not fun to play with.

Anyway, thank you so much. I know this was long. 😭 My bad. I enjoy talking about Maiz very much and her concepts.

#Intergalactic Messages - Received #Grayfaces of the Galaxy (Anons)#Art of the Mun (Tina) 🎨🎭#{{ Funny I got this while I'm working on the rule page again... why is this hard. All I have to do is copy/paste and edit wtfffff aUGH.#{{ There's so many other things I have to explain but that would take an entire day. Just know I mixed Super and Z Broly canon for the fic.#{{ And I STILL can't find my redesign of Turles. But just imagine a really cool mohawk and a nicked ear and a scar on his nose.#{{ And obviously RPC Maiz is WAAAAAAYYYYYY wayyyyyyy different from her original story counterpart.#{{ I dont think i need to explain that but if anyone has questions go ahead i guess lmao 😭 just know it's gonna be a long ass answer-#{{ put under a readmore because i feel like this answer is so long.

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Dufrey Diaries: Chapter 1

Lucline Dufrey forced herself out of bed and threw her tunic over her bare skin. The heat of her apartment in Sentinel was outrageous in the summer. She had called the Alik'r Desert home since the Mage's guild had sent her here two years ago. She had trouble with extreme temperatures, preferring more temperate areas. The tunic bared her shoulders and only just covered her butt but she was already sweating as if she was wearing a full dress from Daggerfall. She never liked the fashions of her homelands. Give her a Cryodiilic wear, one piece of long fabric wrapped around the body any day. She patted across the flagstones and cast a frost spell into a basin in the center of the room. It helped but did not completely stop her sweating.

"No alchemy today, Lucline." She scolded herself and walked to the window. She could see the ocean in the distance. "Maybe a trip out on the water is in order."

There was a knock on the door to her apartment. She blinked, unsure who would be visiting her on a hot day like this. She considered grabbing a skirt or pants but decided to just stand as she was near the discharging frost elements.

"Come in, it's open."

The door opened and a cloaked figure walked in. That was another thing Lucline hated about the Summer. The sun was so intense, you could not even go outside in minimal clothing or suffer extreme burns. The figure removed her cloak to reveal her Fighter's Guild contact, Rasina at-Sentinel. The dark-skinned woman had black hair that contrasted with Lucline's blonde and dark eyes. She was also a wickedly good swordsman. She wore a top that barely covered her chest and a pair of silk harem pants with sandals. She had gifted Lucline an outfit identical to this her first summer in Hammerfell. Lucline would never be able to make up that favor.

"Lucline Dufrey, can you not wear something under that tunic during the day?" Her friend scolded though she was smiling.

"Sorry, Rasina. I'm cooking alive in here as it is. Come, stand by the basin."

She did not need to offer twice, the warrior glad came and stood next to the cool air.

"Much appreciated. I wonder if you can rig a larger source of cool in the summer to cool the entire apartment."

Lucline shrugged. "Evidence shows the Dwemer that lived here had things like that. However, I can't get anyone to escort me to their nearest ruin to examine an example of the workmanship. Even then, I can't guarantee it would be worth the effort and coin. Besides, this place is so small, I doubt I could fit something like that in here."

Rasina smiled even more widely. "What if I escorted you for free to the ruins? I recently had a nice payday so I can afford to take a day off. It's supposed to be overcast tomorrow. We could be there and back before night falls. As for location, with something like this, you could move into my home like I offered before. The main reason against it was the extreme heat after all."

Lucline had to admit, this was a very tempting offer. Rasina had also been lonely since her aging mother had died of heatstroke a few months prior.

"Sure, let's do it. I can't get any of my work done in this heat anyway. You got a deal, Rasina."

The two friends shook hands. "I'll be here before the sun rises tomorrow morning. Make sure you're up and ready to go."

After Rasina left, Lucline prepared a simple cantrip to awaken her before the appointed time. She might be lazy in the heat, but when it came to cooling herself down for good, she could muster at least that much energy.

*Elder-Scrolls*

A/N: I have been wanting to do more Elder Scrolls stuff and maybe RPs. I decided to try my hand at writing a fiction for it for now. Hope you enjoy this first entry.

Next time: Dwemer Ruins.

#elder scrolls #fanfic #sapphic

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shuchu · 1 year

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here are my live reactions compiled into one post because i don't wanna spam y'all (bruh tumblr keeps putting a community label on this post even tho it's barely nsfw lmfao but anyways, just for tumblr: NSFW, MINORS DNI)

luca

AYO LUCA????? THIS MUSIC IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS- maybe i'm just horny

the live voice acting tho??? he's so cute

omg i think their outfits are based on how they were before they got isekai-ed, the person on twitter was right !!!!

LUCA LAUGHING AT HIS LINES IN THE VISUAL NOVEL? LORE? THIS MAN 💀

AYO SHOWING OFF HIS MUSCLES???? OKAY THIS DESCRIPTION...i think i'm gonna lose my mind when i actually see it

awww baby's nervous, he's so cute

hand reveal? lmao- OKAY RINGS WTF NEW NECKLACE JUST DROPPED, CHOKE ME

HIS JACKET???? LOOKS STYLISH AS HELL SHEEEESH

okay ngl i love the outfit so far, it's only half body rn

mans really said, "you haven't even seen me take it off yet." WTF LUCA???

I'M STARING DISRESPECTFULLY- MAN TIDDIESSSSSSS LEMME AT EM BOOBA STRAP LESSGOOOO

HE HAS A CHOKER AND A GOLD NECKLACE WHAT THE FUCK I'M GOING FERAL- THE UNHOLY THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW SNAJXJSBJX

FANGIES????? hana has fainted

OMG PIERCINGS???? THE SUNGLASSES. STOP- where can i get myself a luca kaneshiro?

HE TOOK THE JACKET OFF?? PUT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD WITH THOSE ARMS PLEASE

OFF THE SHOULDER??? AND FOREHEAD KISS???

NEW OVERLAY???? it fits the vibes of his new outfit so well and new alerts?? poooooogggg

NEIL *shakes fist*

imma have luca brainrot now- imma die i love his new outfit

shu

HOLY SHIT MY SHUEY SHU I'M SO EXCITED

his outfit looks so detailed i can't

omg his handmade lore vid THIS MAN HAHAHA

"oh wait i'm supposed to be an adult now" *elongated self* I CANT WITH THIS MANS

THE ZOOM IN HAHAHAH NOT THE LMAO. THIS IS WHY THIS MAN IS MY OSHI LMAOOOO

THE POOP HAHAHAH

"STOP TYPING LMAO" LMAO I CANT HAHAHAH THE FUCKING BANANA

"shirtless? will that get me views? will that get my son views on youtube?" THE ZOOM IN ON THE MOM I'M FUCKING DYING I LOVE MY OSHI

"coincidentally there's a random man wearing this" I'M DYING

SHU'S LAUGH HE'S SO CUTE

THE SHADOW???? DUDE I'M SIMPING ALREADY

he has beads in his hand?

NOT THE POOP SHAPED REVEAL SASUGA MY OSHI

HAND REVEAL??? HE HAS GLOVES? WAIT WHAT'S THAT??

OMG HE HAS A MARK ON HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS BANANAAAAAA

WHOAAAAA HE LOOKS SO ROYAL, REGAL, FORMAL WHAT THE HECK

YO I LOVE HIS FIT it's so intricate and detailed

feet? for free? 👀 yamitoes ehe

the bone bois!!!

his outfit is probably the most complicated of all luxiem boys, vox might be a close second tho

HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN BRO WHAT THE FUCK FINALLY LMFAOAOAOAO

HE CAN TAKE THE OUTER LAYER OFF??? he's so pretty, pretty boi <33

"the lashes stay tho, slay" HAHAHAH

NEW TRANSITION AND OVERLAY??? LESSGOOOO

like vox said: more of this please-

he's perfect, couldn't possibly stan my oshi any more than i already do

mysta

meeeeestaaaaa bb

what is this starting screen 🧍🏻‍♀️

lmao mysta rp asmr? ayo? OMEGALUL

this man...

HE WRAPPED HIMSELF UP HAHAHAH WHAT THE FUCK

NOT THE LIP EMOJI HAHAHAH I'M DYING

"i'm all bondaged up" okay mysta

"i found out a fetish that i didn't even know i had" mystaaaaaa HAHAHAH

THE BROTHERS AND THEIR MEMES I FUCKING CANT

this goofy ah man

he's got a briefcase, we been knew

"hand. tee es kay ar" LMFAO

not him wanting to swing the briefcase against someone's head 💀💀

"surface level dps" 💀

not the briefcase pickup line, this man...

he has a scarf, pien 🥺

"i still got the sex gloves" lmaoo

UKI'S NOTIFICATION ON TWITTER GOT ME CACKLING: "oh shit merry christmas" LMFAO

his outfit looks so comfy ue

HE HAS A MONOCLE (i think that's what it's called) ???

THE LITTLE BERET???

MINI PONYTAILLLLLLL

no hat no glasses, pien 🥺 he's so baby

new earrings too <33

"you guys wanna see me take off my clothes now?" i-

omg without the outer layers??? why does he look like such a good boy 💀

i love the layered necklaces tho!!!

he has such a tiny waist wtf what a slut

OMG HE CAN PUT HIS ARM DOWN TOO

i wanna give him a hug 🥺

THE OUTRO MUSIC UEUEUE

vox

voxyyyyy

this is so calming?

sasuga voxy, the production quality. GOD

shu and sonny VA!!! is the other one kotoka? meloco? kotoka for sure after watching more

TSKR JAPANESE

ONIGIRIIIIII

omg new overlay?

"oh my god. BALLS." sasuga vox

his nails are so long sheesh

"you know i keep that mf-ing thang on me" this guy lmaooo

OH HE'S ACTUALLY GOT HIS BOOBA OUT

ayo new eye makeup? pog

YOO he actually looks like a demon now jesus

yoooo black and gold horns!!!!

ponytail vox sheesh

ngl, i think this is my second fav outfit, i'm a sucker for intricate and detailed outfits

ike

PLAID GANG

HEELS STEP ON ME IKEY

such a comfy outfit ueue

the turtleneck eeee

not the steve jobs from vox on twitter lmao

OMG THE EYEBROW PIERCING AND THE BERET

eeee he's comfy boi

ikey wikey ;w; he's so precious help

omg he can write in his book now!!!

his outfit is so lowkey which is not a bad thing !!! i love!!!

THE WINKKKKKK IKEY STOP

new intro and more stuff coming?? AAAA

HE HAS MORE???? king of jebait for real

OMG HE'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR US

aaawww his new starting screen with hints to the previous ones aaa i love that 🥺

i love all their new outfits, i love that for ike and mysta it's peak comfy vibes, luca looks really handsome in his and vox and shu it's just so regal and detailed ugh i love, i stan

i can't stop looking at shu

#hana rambles ♡#luxiem new outfits AAAA #WHAT DO YALL THINK #luxiem #nijisanji en

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raitrolling · 2 years

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some thoughts on pedestal arc (contains spoilers for The Art Of Believing, so read that first)

this was my first solo plot (well, 95% solo), and i am not a Plot Writer as it is probably obvious. but, for what it’s worth, i feel like i achieved exactly what i wanted to do: create a scenario for velour that has decent stakes for him, without being too melodramatic or spiralling too far out of my control that i couldn’t write my way out of it. maybe it’s not the most exciting thing someone has ever written and in the hands of a more capable writer this could have been something bigger, but i like what i’ve done and will probably go back and re-read some things like i do with my other favourite drabbles

i say 95% solo because cloud and I did have some rps going on discord that related to velour’s whole predicament. i didn’t post them like i did with Ripple Effect because the moments were much smaller than what happened in the previous plot, but you can see small nods towards them throughout. velour mentions a discussion that he had with jamie and jikiro in Some People Have Got Their Theories, and the hack/security breach that’s mentioned in both veruco’s callout post and The Art Of Believing was done by jamie. unfortunately for him, his grand plan to distract her did not work and instead made her angrier, because she was not the scheming mastermind he had expected. whoops!

i feel like a did a decent job writing veruco as an antagonist, as difficult as it was to do so. i knew i wanted to go with the ‘obsessive fan’ route as an obstacle for velour, but i always have a problem where a lot of the times ive seen this done have been very... mean-spirited? like, there’s some authors out there who write these sorts of characters and it’s very clear that they hate their own audience and are using this character to make fun of them. i have my opinions on fan culture, sure, but i didn’t want veruco to feel like a mouthpiece for some sort of Statement On People I Hate. what she did to velour was wrong, and her ways of getting revenge were equally as wrong, but i didn’t want her to be wholly unsympathetic. she was just a lonely girl who fell in love with a celebrity and felt scorned when he didn’t love her back, then resorted to uh. sending him and his other streamer friend envelopes full of razor blades as a warning, then used social media to publicly expose him for his misdeeds. so, probably not overly sympathetic in the end, but i don’t feel like she’s just a One-Note Evil Bitch Fan

i chose to make a tumblr blog for veruco because i thought that would be a fun way to reveal information, but also to humanise (trollianise?) her a bit more. yes, she was an entitled fan and a bit of a spoiled brat, but she was also a girl who loved lolita fashion and aesthetic pictures of tea and editing deviantart bases of her getting hugged by her favourite youtuber. there was originally a lot more posts in her queue (i’d queued up about 60 and was going back onto the blog every couple of hours to change how frequently it was posting), but then i ended up culling a lot when the art easter eggs were starting to get buried. i also didnt curate the queue as well as i could have, ideally i would have established what the red and blue heart tags meant and then have the combined tags start to post to make it obvious she was reblogging couple/relationship posts and imagining them to be her and velour. but i knew i was putting way too much effort into something that would only be relevant for about a week and only a handful of people would look at, and i’d already spent like an hour looking for a custom theme before i gave up and just used one of the default ones lmao

also, i had an idea to continue the sort-of-mixed-media approach i was taking with this plot by making velour’s apology written as a transcript, but i ended up writing it normally because i wanted to contrast his bold statements with his anxious inner thoughts. he’s very good at playing up the confidence on camera, but in this case he’s stumbling more than usual and very much aware of it

i purposely avoided reading any callout posts or watching any apology videos because i didn’t want to make any references to real-world events, intentional or otherwise. i didnt want people to think that i was making a commentary on a specific matter because i wasn’t, this format and arc happened to work well with velour being a content creator and having an extreme fear of his reputation being ruined. so i dont actually know if velour’s apology is a ‘good’ youtuber apology, i was writing what i thought he would say that also sounded pretty decent to me. he’s still carefully avoiding discussing certain things (mainly how heavily he was motivated by financial gain), and was also downplaying her behaviour a lot more than i personally think he should have, so it’s definitely not perfect

there were a couple things i had rewritten that i think ultimately worked out better in the end. originally veruco was going to lie more in her callout post to try and make velour look even worse (claiming that he got angry and acted violently so she could make it seem like his entire personality was a fabrication and this was his ‘true’ self), but i felt like that would have immediately ruined any of her credibility. viltau’s advice in Some People Have Got Their Theories was also going to be more along the lines of him telling velour no matter how far he fell he could always climb back up, but i got stuck trying to figure out how to end that drabble with that advice in mind. the concept of accepting inevitabilities to stop fearing failure felt like a more concrete tenet that velour could take with him as he continues to grow, and also it allowed him to think back to his feelings on viltau and jikiro’s actions in Ripple Effect which has been something that he has (rightfully) struggled with accepting. also, when aiolos messaged the callout post to velour he first said ‘what the actual hell is this’ but i changed it to ‘fuck’ because that was definitely more of a What The Actual Fuck moment

as for the ending, having veruco mysteriously die was one of the first things i wanted to do as a final twist, since i really did not want to go with the route that velour apologising magically fixes everything and as you’ve seen from me in the past i do not leave my npc antagonists alive. maybe it leans a bit too far into shock value and maybe it does feel a little unfair to velour, but eh. i left everything about her end to be up to interpretation so you can decide just how much he could be culpable for her death. was it murder, or was it something else? i think i left enough context clues for three different possibilities, but ‘viltau did it’ is a very obvious red herring LMAO

finally, this is just a little fun fact, but while i did listen to the song the arc name came from + each individual title was a lyric from (Pedestal by Charlie Lim) a couple times, i was mostly listening to Yellow Magic Orchestra, GHOST/Ghostandpals, and the new Fall Out Boy song while writing. i have literally no clue why those three bands in particular, i don’t choose the writing music it chooses me. through sheer force of will and cherrypicking lyrics like nobody’s business, Uncanny is a velour song now

#ooc #i wrote this last night and drafted it lmao #i like reading ppl's thoughts on their own writing and when they talk about specific decisions and whatnot so im writing up my own

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dc-ocs-200x · 2 years

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Christmas Post with an idea I love but never finish the rp

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Harvey sat another box down by the tree with a sigh, he looked over to see the blonde little boy with his chest pressed to the back of the couch watching the snow through a foggy window. He smiled softly at the sight, "Laying down hard out there, isn't it?"

Oliver nodded gaze locked outside for only a few moments longer before he looked at Harvey from over his shoulder, "Uh huh! Glad 'm here, not out there!"

The comment made Harvey freeze a moment in surprise before forcing the expression away to nod instead. He knew about Oliver's already shaky past, never having a stable home in the chaotic lifestyle of the notorious Joker and Harley Quinn, still the statements always seemed to catch him off guard.

"Yes, well, I'm glad you're here too," he finally stated, smiling gently.

"We both are," Gilda assured, coming in to sit next to Oliver. The little boy wiggled almost in an uncomfortable manner but a shy smile that peeked through showed otherwise.

The couple chuckled softly at the little boy, "What do you think Santa brought you?" Gilda hummed gently.

Oliver furrowed his brows lightly, then shrugged, "Dunno, he's never come to me before," he mumbled, "...probably cause 'm bad.." he added in more of a mumble. The tense and awkward silence came over the room once more and after it settling Harvey came over kneeling to our knee in front of Oliver.

"You aren't bad, Oliver," he murmured reassuringly, "in fact you've been so good the entire time you've been here, I bet Santa's going to bring you lots of presents."

Oliver's eyes lit up at the prospect, only dimmed lightly by some hesitation, "You really think so?"

"I do," Harvey murmured, resting a hand gently on Oliver's knee and putting it a moment or so before raising back up to his full height, "Now then, do you want to help decorate the Christmas tree?"

Oliver blinked looking up at the fake tree, by now with its wired limbs stretched out, boxes laid open revealing colorful and sparkly ornaments of all sorts of designs though most predominantly in circles. Finally, he nodded a little bit, sliding off the couch.

"Sure," he mumbled, "though I still dunno why people keep trees in their homes..!" his voice perked up, edging either curiosity.

Harvey felt another sting but Gilda seemed to know the right thing to say as she stood up too, guiding Oliver closer to the boxes, "I'm not sure either, but it is fun to decorate," she smiled softly down at him. She bent down fishing out a red ornament with a glittered white stripe across the middle and handing it to Oliver gently.

"Now... where would you like to hang this?"

The decorating went well, Oliver truly seeming to get into it, especially when Harvey lifted him up to add the star at the end. After some more time of showing Oliver some traditions and reading a Christmas story book to him, Gilda was tucking Oliver in, Harvey by his bed.

"Have you thought about what you want from Santa?" Harvey asked.

Oliver blinked bleary-eyed, offering no answer right away almost making Harvey believe the blonde child hadn't heard him. He was willing to drop it, not wanting to pressure the child, there was still time to shop and, if all else failed every kid liked toys, Harvey figured. Suddenly however, the little boy murmured, "What's Santa like?"

Gilda paused glancing to Harvey to see if he was going to answer, sure enough, Harvey heaved himself down to the floor next to Oliver's bed.

"Well Santa is a big and jolly... he likes spreading happiness to the children of the world..."

Oliver contemplated on this information before finally humming, "Maybe he really will come this year.." Oliver decided. Harvey chuckled as Gilda pet his hair.

"You think so, tyke?" Harvey hummed.

Oliver nodded, "Uh huh... or maybe he already did... cause this is all the happiness I need," the little boy's words slowly started to slur, but he added all the same, "I like being here... it's my favorite so far.... I dunno if I could thank Santa enough..."

Harvey felt his heart clenching already at the child's words, "Uh... well.... Santa likes cookies. We'll make him some to eat Christmas Eve together... how's that sound?"

Oliver nodded, "Really good... wanna make him the best cookies.... for the best present.." Oliver's words faded slowly into silence, even and at ease breathing.

Harvey and Gilda traded looks, the same thought on their minds.

#son of joker #son of joker and harley #son of joker and harley quinn #son of harley #son of harley quinn #mallet blonde #dent era #harvey dent #i fully believe (in my cannon) that harvey dent taught oliver about Christmas #ive done a tik tok on it #pre two face #pre two face harvey dent #uncle harvey #uncle harvey supremacy #merry christmas #gilda dent

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thenexusofsouls · 2 years

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New Muse: Trinket

[Bio and other information below the cut!]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Water-induced progeny of Gizmo of the movies Gremlins and Gremlins 2: The New Batch

FC: Trinket as himself! XD

Race: Mogwai

Age: Just a few weeks, but don’t be fooled by him being young. Mogwai have what’s called “memory accumulation” down their generations, meaning that they are created with all the previous memories and knowledge of their ancestors. That’s how mogwai are “born” already talking and seem to know quite a bit about the world.

Family: His parent, Gizmo:

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: Stealing, pranking, mockery... although Trinket is pretty benign with the majority of his shenanigans.

Negative Personality Traits: He’s impulsive, a kleptomaniac, he overeats, and he enjoys engaging in general mischief and tomfoolery.

Positive Personality Traits: He can be affectionate and helpful, and he would defend Gizmo if anyone bothered him.

Background: Gizmo ran outside to play one evening when his box was left open, and well... it started to rain. Trinket was the resulting consequence of Gizmo getting a bit wet. He lived with Gizmo at Mr. Wing’s Chinatown shop as well, but did not have as much freedom as Gizmo due to his decidedly more mischievous ways.

Personality: Trinket can be lovable and he’s very intelligent, like Gizmo, but he’s a lot more mischievous and gets into way more trouble. He tries more than Gizzy to bend the “rules” as well. However, he is not mean-spirited like Stripe, Mohawk, or some of Gizmo’s other progeny have been. Trinket is simple more likely to cause trouble, but he doesn’t like to hurt anybody.

THE “RULES” OF CARING FOR A MOGWAI There are three basic rules to caring for a mogwai:

Do not expose them to bright light. Bright light will scare them very badly, sometimes to the point of adverse health effects, and sunlight can kill them... with disgusting results.

Do not get them wet. Mogwai can clean themselves and do not need baths. They get all of their moisture from the foods they eat, so they should not even be given water to drink. If you get them wet in any way, they will reproduce asexually via budding off small balls of fur from their backs, each of which will grow into another adult mogwai within minutes.

Never – no matter how much they beg, no matter how much they cry – never… ever feed them after midnight. If you allow a mogwai to eat after midnight, the unthinkable will occur. They will begin to pupate, and will eventually emerge from their cocoons as gremlins… vicious, nasty, dangerous creatures.

I will try to have the “rules” revealed or made apparent to your muse early on in the RP, since Trinket’s speech is limited and he can’t convey them easily himself. And also because he will try to bend the rules. It is somewhat in the nature of a mogwai to be mischievous, and if you tell them not to do something, they will often want to do that very thing. So telling him he cannot eat after midnight isn’t enough. Your muse will have to actively keep him from the food, or deal with the consequences. XD

Verses and Potential Starter Ideas:

Chinatown Verse - Does your muse frequent a Chinatown setting? Do they like curio or antique shops? They can meet Trinket there! Maybe something has happened to Mr. Wing and Trinket needs a new home? Or maybe Trinket’s current owner can no longer take care of him and begs your muse to take up the responsibility?

Pet Store Verse - Trinket has either been abducted from Mr. Wing or another guardian, or he has been forced out on his own and then captured. Either way, he’s been placed for sale at a pet shop! Maybe your muse could take pity on him and bring him home?

Laboratory Verse - Pretty much the same as the Pet Store Verse, but he’s been captured for the purpose of laboratory experimentation! Will your muse help him escape?

Mystery Package Verse - Does your muse own a house or apartment or other sort of semi-permanent residence? Well then… maybe someone rings their doorbell or knocks on their door one day and when they answer, all they see is a box. The box is singing… and moving.

Wandering Mogwai Verse - In this verse, Trinket could have escaped from a Chinatown location or a pet store and is on his own, potentially looking for a friend and/or protector. This would likely occur after the death of Mr. Wing or whatever guardian he previously had. He would have to keep himself covered with something and hide during the daytime hours because of his severe allergy to sunlight, but other than that, he can encounter other muses in almost any setting. He could be in a city, in a park, he could have hitched a ride on a bus, etc.

Gremlin Verse (?) - One way to go with Trinket is to let him eat after midnight and have him turn into a gremlin. In most cases, I prefer not to do this and to keep the muse a mogwai. But if you want to try to pitch to me why I should let him turn, you certainly can try to convince me. XD

MCU Verse - Trinket joining the Avengers or the Guardians of the Galaxy? Yes please! XD

Fun facts:

Trinket loves sweet or salty snack foods. You will most likely find him eating (and stealing) foods like candies, chips, crackers, pretzels, and cookies. Here he is in my snack cabinet and trying to pilfer various other tasty things:

Trinket is a known escape artist. He knows how to open doors and will try to escape to go on adventures if you don’t keep your eye on him. This could be dangerous, especially if it’s daylight outside! I caught him trying to leave my house just the other night:

This is his, “What? Not me!” expression. XD

#muse: trinket #mogwai rp #gremlins rp

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Moon's Big and the Let's Play as a Roleplay Medium (sorry in advance for this way-too-long post)

okay hermitcraft s8 is still on my brain so can I just say. there's just something that's so interesting about the let's play format as a roleplay medium. and the hermits really got it down to a science and deconstructed it in s8 to make one of the most entertaining mc series I've ever watched.

so here are some of said thoughts compiled in a list of no particular order, because my brain can not formulate a sensible meta yet.

1. the minecraft let's play has basically been around as long as minecraft has been. we know how they work. the youtuber starts out with the same greeting they always use, they lay out some goals, they work on said goals, and then they sign off, all in about twenty or so minutes (give or take). if the cc is on a server, there might be some shenanigans and banter, including whole episodes dedicated to some funny roleplay plot, because playing minecraft with friends is fun and leads to great content; but usually they will still have individual projects which they work on.

2. we knew s8 was breaking the mold when they started and a lot of groups of hermits revealed that they were basing together instead of making individual megabases. throughout the season we've been talking about how hc s8 has been more collaborative than any season that's come before it, that it's incorporating more lore at one time than ever. the cc's have also talked about how they've been breaking out of their comfort zones a bunch.

3. however, the hermits never changed their format through all of this. they still made lets plays—more highly polished and edited lets plays than the lets plays of before, maybe, but that quality increase has been happening for a while now. the let's play format provides an anchor, a throughline from past seasons. it keeps the season grounded in familiar territory, even when weird supernatural stuff started happening.

4. the let's play is a style of content that was never built with a 4th wall in mind. I mean, the cc is basically talking directly to the viewer most of the time. this means that suspending disbelief is way more difficult for the viewers of a let's play than the viewers of a play, movie, or even standard rp. there are already video essays out there talking about how the youtube video as a format is predicated on the youtuber building parasocial relationships by directly talking to an audience. long story short, you aren't supposed to suspend your disbelief when you watch a let's play. the authenticity of the person playing the video game is ingrained in the format itself, to the point where it's expected.

5. of course, this has never stopped let's play series from having lore; but it's usually played more for comedy than in a standard roleplay because, again, the viewer expects they're watching a real live person playing a video game, not a character's journey in said video game. lighthearted lore can give more imaginative viewers something to latch onto while reassuring them that the cc's behind it are still themselves (or the selves they project on screen for the internet). in the viewer-youtuber conversation, lighthearted lore is like an inside joke for fans of a let's play.

(by the way, I'm talking mostly about vanilla survival let's plays right now. I know there was some serious roleplay under the let's play format back in the day, but most of them were with more modded gameplay. I'm sure there are exceptions, but I'm talking very generally.)

6. so having done all that rambling about the let's play as a content format, let's return to hermitcraft s8. things start out pretty much as expected. hermits basing next to each other means that the number of shenanigans have been turned up to eleven, but they're still relatively lighthearted, all things considered. other than some plots that are played completely straight from the start (like the hermatrix), we're looking forward to a season that, besides an increase in jokes and collabs and a decrease in the number of megabase projects, seems about right for the hermits.

7. the season continues and the shenanigans just keep escalating. I'll use boatem as an example because it provides an easy one, although I know all the other hermits can also provide excellent examples. things that start out as one-liners ("potato boy") become plot relevant (shapeshifter mumbo). storylines start small ("boatem inc") and then get weirder and weirder (I will never get over the boatem company cars and mumbo's replacement). it's a slow evolution, but there's definitely an evolution. watch an early hc s8 episode and then a later one right next to each other, and you'll see what I mean.

9. and I think that one of the things that obscures the tone shift is the let's play format. even when the moon got big and blocks started floating and earthquakes started happening, the let's play format still tricked my brain into thinking things were normal. (because it's a let's play, right? cc!Scar just built a Star Wars inspired wagon for his sand and gravel shop in Super-Fast-Build-Mode, like in any other Scar let's play! Yeah the blocks are moving and the ground is shaking, but there's always some weird background lore happening these days. Just the Hermitcraft server doing a little cosmic horror like it does every season, right? :D)

(hey, maybe that was just me. but judging from the amount of posts that didn't believe Moon Big would actually end the server, I don't think I'm alone.)

10. well, things didn't just go back to normal. the moon kept getting bigger, the earthquakes more violent. the blocks stop coming down. every weird and wacky solution the hermits employ fails, and instead of it just being a funny "lol funny shenanigans am i right" the tension on the server builds. but the hermits have been taking all the bits pretty far this season. what's to say this isn't one of them— oh no.

I'm going to highlight grian and bdubs' final s8 episodes as videos that employ the let's play format to the fullest as roleplays.

11. grian spends his last episode frantically trying to put the finishing touches on his base. he does timelapses. he talks to the viewers about how happy he is with the base's completion (without ever cutting to the back lmao). trying to finish procrastinated areas of a base last-minute before the hc season ends is a very grian thing to do. and if you cobble nothing but the building segments together, you can almost trick yourself into thinking that it's just another hermitcraft let's play episode. I mean, it follows the established format pretty well: grian greets the viewers, lays out his goal to finish his shop interiors, shows himself working on said interiors, then steps back to show the viewers what he's completed. plus there funny shenanigans on top, as a sweet bonus!

but well. there's the huge moon in the background of it all, providing a sense of urgency to grian's project and disrupting him whenever he tries to go about it normally. there are already a ton of better posts talking about how tragic grian's final hc s8 episode is, but basically what I'm saying is that it wouldn't work so well if it wasn't a let's play. it weaponizes the familiarity of the let's play format to blur the lines between cc and character. the impending physical threat of the moon in the background make it so that things that would normally get read as cc!grian going about doing his normal let's play things are instead read as the final, desperate actions of his character trapped in a dying world.

like, take the cut where he walks around midnight alley and talks about how proud he is of his hc s8 base. that's a normal let's play thing to do for grian. but with the huge moon in the background, it also feels like a hopeless man reminiscing on his progress right before he has to leave it. it reads both ways. it's a let's play convention turned emotional, with nothing about it fundamentally changing.

12. bdubs makes a very different last episode from grian, but he still uses the let's play format to the fullest. first of all, it kind of falls into the category of "world tour" let's play episodes, which are also an established staple of the genre. of course, it's no ordinary world tour—there's a giant moon in the background of it all, and bdubs is acting disconcertedly cheerful in the face of the impending crash.

but that's the thing—let's plays are cheerful! again, it's kind of supposed to feel like they're just talking to you directly (something something everyone projects a certain version of themselves on social media, idk, I'm not a professional psychologist please don't sue me if I get things wrong).

and yet, it feels wrong here. everyone else is panicking about the moon crash, and here's bdubs checking his profits, talking happily to his pets and the viewers, even making a sponsorship cut. through the hints he drops in his episode, it feels like character bdubs is putting the let's play as a facade for the viewers (I mean, see his message to Tango—he is clearly aware of what's going on). It transforms the let's play in itself into a roleplay from within the hermitcraft planet, played by a doomed man trying to stay cheerful as his world ends. whereas grian's use of let's play convention blurs the line between cc and character, bdubs' use of let's play convention makes the character the cc.

13. yeah, it's meta. and you can argue that the hermits have always been doing this—I mean, there's been distinction between the hermits as characters and the hermits as cc's for a while now—but imo hc s8 (as well as 3rd/last life, empires, etc.) has solidified the minecraft let's play as a roleplay medium from a nebulous possibility into a modern mcyt staple. if there was early mcyt that was doing this, i'm sorry for missing this, but as someone who has watched back into older hc seasons and has also watched mcyt since 2013, this is what I've observed.

14. anyways, it's cool as fuck. also moon big.

(edit: made some small wording edits.)

#hermitcraft #hc s8 #hermitcraft s8 #moon's big #grian #bdoubleo100 #boatem crew #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft analysis #hermitcraft meta #hermitblr #my text #my analysis #pls reblog this i spent way too long on it

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