#not using refs is harmful in the long run so always use them if you have doubts about something

[wasteland-wrecker]

Your art is amazing and I admire how consistent your art is for characters! Could you share your process or a speed paint of your work?

Okay so first of all I’m not a professional, so keep this in mind while you read.

My process for a colored piece is very simple: sketch - refined sketch (lineart) - flat colors - shadows and lighting rough placement- rendering - final adjustments (+ a bit of chromatic aberration and noise)

Tricks I use: flip horizontally the canvas a lot of times while sketching - zoom out to see the whole canvas in a miniature (easy to spot mistakes) - put on a gray filter on the colored piece to see if the contrast is good - go away from the drawing for some time, come back to find the mistakes you couldn't see before - never do a piece in one day from start to finish - avoid tangents…

As long as I’m happy with the results lately, I see there’s much I could improve.

Anything else you want to know, feel free to ask!

(Sorry for the bad quality of this recording 😭)

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Korey Adiel~

a rant about my gal for @aspenm00n to use as a ref ^_^

Korey 'Hathai' Adiel

Thai/Korean

19-20 years old

Height is 5'3

AFAB at birth but she's a Demigirl and Bisexual ^_^

She has Hypomania and Face blindness

Mbti is ENTP-A

chaos chaos chaos all throughout life

She was born to a pretty wealthy couple, problem was they were very, very neglective, forgetting about her existence even.

And from birth, girlie was already very energetic

She has 2 brothers, the older one is Esra at 24 y/o. and the younger is Noah at 14 y/o.

Now, Esra has already cut his parents off, and he absolutely refuses to see them again. He has a job, and a family now, and he's not about to let them ruin it.

Noah is kind of like a golden child, but he's actually aware of how his parents treated his older siblings. Planning to leave his home at his 15th birthday and go live with his brother.

Now with Korey is a little different. Her parents have only acknowledged her when they need to take her somewhere with them to keep up their reputation.

Desperate to make her parents notice her, she started putting herself in seriously dangerous situations at only 6 y/o, going as far as to try to gouge her eyes out with scissors to give them to her parents so they'd use them to look at her, she did that when she was 9.

Don't worry though, Esra found her before she actually gouged out her eyes.

The village people didn't really like Korey that much..

That didn't stop her from being even more reckless, however. From jumping off a cliff to almost drowning herself, safe to say she has a LOT of scars from her careless endeavors.

The only few scars she has that aren't from her purposefully putting herself in danger is one on her back, a huge claw like scar from when her and her friend Jay were attacked by a most likely drugged halfblood. Unfortunately, Jay didn't survive the attack, leaving Korey with scars and guilt.

While she did become a hunter out of rage to kill the halfblood.. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was also just for the thrill of it. Also because of a deal I talked about in part 2

I mean, comon! This is like the one job there is where they'll let you run around with weapons and put yourself in danger! Also, she knew that there's no point in harming the other halfbloods because they weren't the ones who killed Jay. Also, other than the thrill, this is like the perfect choice for her to prove that she isn't as apathetic, that she does care and is trying to make a "change" even if she thinks it's wrong

She's pretty indifferent with halfbloods at first, doesn't really mind their existence as long as they hurting anyone

Also, girlie is so fast to trust someone?? But it doesn't really show?? She was often criticized as being heartless by the village people, which ultimately became one of her reasons of becoming a hunter

When she goes manic, girlie is so SO much hyper then she already is, not being able to sleep for days from how energetic she is, ruining her mental health even more

Has a terrible habit of hurting herself when she's in a manic state, especially if she doesn't have her necklace on her

Also girlie is so shit cooking?? The amount of times she burnt water is concerning

And the number of times she'd got lost is worrying- please do not leave this girl by herself for more than 5 minutes or she will end up in another village, that's how bad her sense of direction is

And uh...i think that's it! I do have other posts explaining some things about Korey here, here two, here three, and here four <3

Sigh...adding this again, because tumblr deleted it-

Korey is friends with all of the bugs! But I decided to write a lil rant about what she thinks of some of em :3

Raine and Esther: they're the other founders!! Of course she likes them <3 they're both like sisters to her! Esther more mother figure then sisters, they would always go do errands together! (And because Korey is always getting lost) @willowve01 @asmrbrainrot

East, Lucy and LilyAnn: Korey's other parental figures :3, East more grandpa lol- she always goes to them for advice! Whether it be about Combat, relationships, or just to rant! Also loves to bother them with her energy (lovingly ofc) @itsargyle @castbracelet240 @tiefling-chaos

Her, Azren, and Ulysses are the no sleep trio lol, they'd stay up together to chat about whatever is on their mind, maybe even go on a little night outing while they're at it! @strayharmony943 @lunaritychuwolf

Loves Reya and Melody's energy! Always goes to dance practice with me when she's offered! @kaiamtt @iistxrmyskyii

Joan and Emerald are her clothing designers lol- they'd sometimes have a fashion runway for no reason but to try on new clothes and feel good about themselves <3 @rustycopper4use @aspenm00n

Amber and Victor! Loved to trade drawings with them! They all sometimes have little hangouts where they'd just draw whatever comes to their mind on eachothers notebook! @astralbulldragon13 @littlesiren79

And that's all! Tumblr istg if you delete this again I'll actually explode and itll be on your hands

[deltarunedayandknight]

Quevodrune's Secret Bosses.

So here is all Quevodrune's Secret Bosses, let me introduce you to all of them

Chisk

Chisk is the secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for chapter 3 (in Dreamurr household).

Hs is Inspired of Friend Inside Me, Ice Palace, and The Chair from Spamton Sweepstakes.

He used to be nothing but just a child of unknown species (humans?).

One day, he were found by Tenna Darling and brought on one of her shows as a guest, She later adopted him as her own, She was always there for him. they were living happily.

...

However, that didn't last long.

One day, Chisk goes to explore the studio, They found a door, a grey metal door, They entered it, and found a... A chair...

Suddenly, the door closed behind them, leaving them trapped inside, Afraid, they started to scream and yell, hoping someone would help them.

...

But Nobody Came.

Nobody expects someone.

They felt pity for the scared child and took him some where, It was a blue place with white pixel squares.

When Chisk turned around to see the stranger, they just gone, vanished, disappeared, after a while, he find an exit, a door, He entered it, and they back to the same room with the chair, Tired, he set on the chair, the chair suddenly starts glitching, and so, chisk.

Tenna was really worried about Chisk, where he, where he had gone, who took him away.

Well, I guess Nobody knows.

Chisk is just a simple kid with simple hopes and dreams, and with a positive worldview, he also enjoys being friends with Kris, even becoming a party member, while FRIEND is very parasitic, vengeful, spiteful, wrathful and envious, believing that he deserves more than he already has and sometimes he can be an extreme if that means he will be with Kris.

The Yellow Lady.

Sophie Ashton (aka The Yellow Lady) is the secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for chapter 4 (ICE-E'S PIZZ"E"RIA).

She, as it suggests in her ref sheet, is based/inspired by William Afton/The Purple Guy.

She was to be a regular night gaurd, working with Boss-E (the chapter's antagonist).

She used to live a very boring life with almost nothing to do, however, she saw a "help wanted" poster on one of the walls from ICE-E'S PIZZ"E"RIA and she immediately applied for the job.

One day, however, her life will become a living hell later...

She was doing her job, when an unknown darkner came, complaining about the place and everyone, Sophie, while a cake for some children, was listening the entire time, the darkner kept insulting everyone here, and he noticed Sophie, he start to yell at her, calling her names, and then...

She stabbed the darkner, with the knife she used to slice the cake, and she kept telling the darkner to shut up, that resulted by Boss-E firing her for attempting to kill and harming someone.

She run away, feeling very miserable and broken after what she did, and she hid in the repair room.

She later got visited by someone, who basically told her about everything...

That her life is a lie, a toy, a nothing, but when time comes...

THE TRAGIC HEROINE WILL STRIKS WITH FORCE.

Sophie is a reasonable person and responsible yet tend to be wacky and silly as some sort of relief for herself or others, she also shows that she is very emotional (especially if it is about her boyfriend Max/The Blue man), and she also seem friendly towards kids and her friends (like Rabi), however, she grow to hate her job (and her boss and customers) to the point of attempting murder them.

Glacier.

Glacier is the secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for chapter 5 (in the church)

She meant to be reference to The Omen and The Exorcist

She used to be one of The Bishop's Servents (along with Gabriel, Mary and Michael).

One day, however, she got a gift, a crystal ball, Glacier, with no idea what to do with it, she put it away, but before she leaves...

The crystal blow up in her face, breaking one of her eyes, she looked at her reflection on the mirror and she start seeing people she never knew.

She is the only one who was able to see these figures while others can't, The Bishop declares Glacier delusional and kick her off the edge of his tower, leaving Glacier homeless.

However, what Glacier was seeing wasn't delusions, it was a encrypted messages from someone...

Glacier is very respectful and bright Individual with seemingly no self and shows to be caring and loving, and if that was totally in Dark and strange way, however, she shows that she mentally broken and shows a hidden sinister side in herself.

Krespan.

Krespan is the secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for chapter 6 (in Noelle's house).

Another Christmas folklore fella, based on Krampus and Gremlins.

Krespan was just... as he is now, just a little self aware of his roundabout, and he basically made a little deal with some stranger so he can gain more power so he can punish Noelle for being "naughty".

Krespan can't talk normally, he basically struggling to put words and speaks in first person and his speech is very... animalistic and shows that he very malignant and Malicious and very monstrous, wild animal-like behaviour.

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED] (also known as "Someone" and as The Man behind the tree) is the secret boss/Shadow Crystal Holder for chapter 7 (in the bunker).

One of Gaster's fragments that gained awareness and knowledge and become sentient, [REDACTED] is the one who driven the previous secret bosses to insanity, as he calling it the "greater good", He wants to help the darkners about knowing the reality of their existence and how they are just in a game and they are out of control, however, his Tries do nothing but making everyone around him went insane, which leads him to be insane as well.

He basically based on Einstein's definition of insanity, which is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

[polarized-here]

POLAR I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR OCS AND SEE THEIR CONCEPT ART‼️ please I need food, I need to eat your art sjdhhsjdhsj /lh

GRAHH FINE SINCE YOU ASKED… my lore. Sorry this is so late gngahgahshsjsh… you literally caught me as dinner came home. Like. Oops… crazy… right after I knocked out shekhrkdbddmbd anyway! :)

Under the cut because it may or may not be a long thing, with most plot points just being little ideas—no fully fleshed story, just, erm. Ideas I like.

Update. It’s long. Also tumblr is so glitchy rn it kept making this saved post disappear and then reappear in my asks after I exited the app and opened it again what the fuck 😭😭

So, in this world, a majority of the population do. Not. Have powers, having them is seen as a blessing, But… It's a dystopian themed world—where these powers are incredibly monitored and regulated by the government—with some being minor, and some being full on changes to the physical body and how they manifest. (ie. My excuse for drawing anthros… or kemonomimi… shushhhh/also allows me to just dump all of my ocs which you may have seen before, in one little world and play with them like they’re my puppets :( I love them sm!! One of them sora is from DND they hold a special place in my heart...)

But again, having these powers is seen as a blessing from a God of some sort—and a curse, as while they’re regulated by the national government heavily, some individuals still manage to slip by, or cause harm to the general public, so from this, they (the gov) took advantage of this to instill a system of ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ there’s a few ‘vigilantes’ but most either become heroes (through turning themselves in and doing plenty of community service work, and discussing a contract with some government representatives—most who become heroes are never the same. They always have a look in their eyes, as if valor to help their nation has blinded them), but some may become villains.

Heroes are those who just have a license and have signed a contract with the government—most get these contracts renewed or take a small few month break in between contract renewals. They’re unable to use their powers in these circumstances, unless it’s out of self defense. Civilians can too (those not heroes, are regulated by the government heavily, and choose not to pursue it. But it’s like US NAVAL contracts too. you can join programs in the gov that give you supplemental access and benefits to college/pay it off, etc etc etc. like the national guard but more celebritized), but they (civilians) need to find a GOOD lawyer. There’s so many laws that heroes are naturally given a smalllllll pass over, that it’s just best to run away, or be a hero in that small instance.

(This has sm mha influence. As sad as it is, that show influenced me sm. Got me into trying art. Fr fr/on digital. PLA is just where it improved a weeee bit).

OKAYYY ENOUGH AGOUT THE SET UP!! THE CHARACTERS… I’m so sorry idk why I’m rambling this much, I’m not even hyperfixated on my own OCs. Like what the fuck.

Anyways! A key note is that having bright colored hair is a key identification that you probably have powers that haven’t manifested yet, and the hair is always a bright color, unless, you’re Astor!

He’s got so much trauma *slaps roof of car.* You can fit so much trauma in this one bad boy. And despite it all he remains a good person. Dawg. You have more strength then I’d ever have. But igggg the want and need to help people because you were hurt and want to make a change does seem motivation enough… anyways. They’re so marysue coreee

The main character & a small-time vigilante going to the new school that’s just been set up. His hair only really turns those bright colors when she’s using their powers—but in the ref it’s just for convenience sake. She has so many skeletons in her closet, that they can’t risk being caught. But they love helping people too much. They’re a bit altruistic.

Here’s their vigilante suit ref :)

For ease of mind, they always have a small bit of static on their hands—both to stun new people meeting them. To make the air feel charged with thunder and electricity—a warning to her presence, and because it means their hair stays that color. No matter the charge. His eyes stay the same color though. Again. These are some old doodles from last year of some characters. Notably, that I also revamped. Heroes, villains, and vigilantes stories always hold a special place in my heart,,,

Next up is Anzu! Silly goober!!! Please give him head pats!!!! He loves it!!! This is Astor’s only… real friend. Since Astor likes his solitude. But tolerates Anzu’s silly behavior. Utter dichotomy between them!!! <333 I haven’t decided if they’d get together or nah, but! <3333

Yeah, this guy (and Astor) both have autism (I didn’t even realize that him liking trains was an autistic stereotype… oops. Mb gang. But like. Seriously. Ywah didn’t mean anything by it. I’m autistic myself and I’m possibly pursuing physics or engineering 💪💪 I think it’s alr if I project onto a character I made 🔥🔥🙏)

Yes, he’s based on the irl dinosaur. Yes, he’s autistic, hear me out. I just put lots of things together. And he just ended up with major tism 🔥🙏

And finally, a hero I designed :) I changed her a weeee bit. But she’s mostly the same sand manipulation :) villains dislike her since she puts sand in their shoes. Her big container is full of sand and stuff. She doesn’t have a weakness other then she needs to be a bit concentrated on making her sand creations—but they’re like second nature to her because of how long she’s been a hero. She’s an antagonist only because she’s trying to take Nexus in. She sees how sweet she can be to the native cats (from a distance. Never touching them, and she never knows why, they look at the native cats, longing to pet them but always stops) so she wants to take him in and make a case for him to join the government’s hero program.

Arizona! But her hero name is Sahara yk… Yeagh…. Anyways :) I love her lots. She does mean well. But she’s also blindly faithful in the government, or will see its problems and will deflect or try to be better to make things right. But she always holds rules above anything else. Even if she cares about someone who’s breaking them, a lot, so yeah… totally not talking about the mentor and mentee relationship between her and Nexus… where she pushes her morals aside just to listen to him seldom talk about his intrepid interests.

If Nexus didn’t have those powers—in her opinion—she would’ve made an excellent leader in whatever field he’d want to pursue. And she knows he’s got something up with them—some history. And that breaks her heart a little seeing how much pure joy Nexus gets at being able to try new things, like new foods, or try out purely common things that should be normal to a kid like herself.

Very much love found families and going to the extreme for them :33

ANYWAYS!!! Those are the main 3. I have some others I’ll show. But yk. They look a wee bit different + have names labeling them and the key parts of them. I don’t think tumblr would like me dropping all their refs :,)

Actually :O hold on, their refs are here. Trust

I’m so smart for pasting them all here. Trust anyways. Those are my pookies, so sorry this took so long.. erm I like them a lot. Oh yeah, I made a comic with them for art class. Yeagh. They were mostly changed for ease of drawing but yeah. I did not want to do it but I had not wanted to do this ����🚬

But yeah, pookies…. Sorry you probably didn’t want this comprehensive lore about them grrr

[faereina]

I intended this to just be a sketch, but i liked it so much that I ended up making a mini ref sheet of Aerine, the first dnd character I ever made. I’ve only been playing for around 2 years but out of over a dozen campaigns that ended early or fell through, she’s been the longest standing one ! So while her design and story is a bit “basic” compared to other characters I’ve made since then, she has a special place in my heart 🩷

here’s her spotify playlist and pinterest board too hehe

more random infodumping about her below !

Her campaign (Tales from Estaria) is from a homebrew world by my amazing dm! It’s very Victorian-era / steampunk inspired with lots of eldritch horror elements. The dress in her reference sheet (designed by @angeliets ) is intended to be her wedding dress! I had tried to draw her wedding dress myself before (which you can see in this tiktok i made about her ) but after seeing his design when joining his ko-fi membership, I knew I had to change it immediately. The veil is a bit different than his original design, as she would be using a veil gifted by her mother! Here are some more outfit ideas I’ve drawn (please ignore my inconsistent art style lol)

As for the quote I put on her ref sheet, it comes from something I said during a session. For context, our party visited a very religious country where magic coming from any source other than their god is illegal. We brought with us a child our party has been protecting, Peter, who who had celestial runes carved into his arms after his family was slaughtered by a cult worshipping a being known as the Lady of the Woods, one of the four eldritch beings who are trying to end the world.

While stopping in one of the towns for a rest, Peter’s scars were noticed by a civilian who thought we had kidnapped/harmed him. We tried explaining, but they were unresponsive and Peter, who has aasimar blood and is a draconic soul sorcerer without full control of his abilities yet because he’s a literal child, freaked out trying to pull away and used some magic. With that, the civilians then started calling HIM a monster and attacked him which is all it took for the entire party to go off on them.

Of course, as a party consisting of two tieflings, a hexblood, a warforged and Aerine, and with 3/5 being casters, it wasn’t a good look and the people started calling us devils. We did manage to do (mostly) non-lethal damage, and the warforged ended up crashing a carriage into the building for us to get away. Aerine said that line before slamming the carriage door shut which was honestly a badass moment for her as she’s normally very polite and gentle in her speech. She was extremely upset at the audacity of these people to use their religious beliefs to excuse hurting an innocent child, especially when moments before they were SO concerned.

She is very protective of the innocent, especially children. Which is also why her dislikes include the part about not liking when her party members giving children weapons. Several of the members have given Peter weapons or taught him how to use them. They do have good intentions, as they want him to be able to protect himself in case of the worst of they aren’t there to do so. However, she strongly believes that it isn’t a responsibility or burden that should ever be placed on a child, and that they instead should work to improve themselves and their abilities so that there is never a possibility of such a situation occurring.

NOW AS FOR THE MONSTER PART LMAO

So everyone knows the reputation bards have, and well, she’s probably the least bard of all bards in that manner (hooray strict and sheltered upbringings in a society literally inspired by the Victorian era!). I thought it would be a funny idea to roll the dice any time we encountered an NPC to see how attractive she found them, and it backs a long running joke. However, she would always roll super low for everyone ! It wasn’t until mid-battle one day when the warlock (who has a weird Venom-type situation going on) was in their monstrous form that I was like, hm, wouldn’t this count as an npc since it’s technically a different being? that I randomly decided to roll and got like an 18 or something really high like that 😂 since then, I’ve rolled for many more npcs and even monster type creatures (such as this death lich we came across) and she’s only - ONLY- rolled higher than a 14 for monsters.

Well, she did also roll very high (actually, it may have even been a Nat20) when I rolled for the tiefling ranger after he came back from 5 months(5 minutes in the material plane) of being stuck in the Feywild with a hot nymph with a beard from not being allowed to shave. It may or may not have sparked a small crush on him since then. Funnily enough, last session we encountered his human version in an alternate timeline from our own, and she did indeed roll lower in her attraction for his human version than his original version. So apparently the farther from human, the more attracted she is. A true monster lover!

Anyways this ended up , much more of a lore dump than I expected! I love talking about her and her adventures with the party, so I’ll probably be sharing more once in a while. Maybe even sharing art of the party members? Who knows !

[paperanddice]

Dogmoles are about the size of a large dog, but much bulkier than average, with barrel shaped bodies. They have a ring of tentacles just above their mouth which they use for fine senses, running them along walls to feel the texture in incredible detail, and enhanced smell to help track what is nearby. Their vision and sight are comparatively quite poor, but they spend most of their lives in tight, underground tunnels where there is little to see or here. Mountain dwarves have tamed a large population of dogmoles, which are used as guard beasts and to detect poor water and toxic gases. Dogmoles have an innate hatred of worms, possibly due to an evolutionary rivalry with some species of predatory worm, and so will viciously and unerringly attack worms they encounter, including massive cave worms that they have no hope of even harming.

Derro sometimes steal dogmoles from dwarven settlements, and then practice brutal, corrupting magic upon them to produce juggernauts. Twisted by the strange magic, they grow much larger and more vicious, fighting on through apparently fatal wounds to rampage through whatever target's they're pointed at. Even the derro can barely control a juggernaut, conditioning them into not attacking (most) derro and magically dominating them when that fails.

Inspired by the Tome of Beasts 1. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

Pathfinder 2e

Dogmole Creature 1 Medium, Animal Perception +8; low-light vision, scent (imprecise) 30 feet Skills Athletics +7 Str +2, Dex +3, Con +2, Int -4, Wis +1, Cha +0 AC 16; Fort +7, Ref +8, Will +6 HP 20 Speed 25 feet, burrow 10 feet, swim 10 feet Melee jaws +7, Damage 1d6+4 piercing Melee claw +7 (agile), Damage 1d4+2 slashing Tunneler The dogmole can leave a tunnel behind itself when it burrows.

Dogmole Juggernaut Creature 5 Large, Beast Perception +11; low-light vision, scent (imprecise) 30 feet Skills Athletics +14, Survival +11 Str +5, Dex +2, Con +5, Int -4, Wis +0, Cha -4 Items heavy barding AC 22; Fort +14, Ref +11, Will +9; +2 circumstance vs. Shove and Trip HP 82 Ferocity [reaction] Speed 25 feet, burrow 10 feet, swim 10 feet Melee jaws +14, Damage 2d8+7 piercing Melee claw +14 (agile), Damage 2d6+7 slashing Tunneler The dogmole can leave a tunnel behind itself when it burrows.

13th Age

Dogmole 1st level troop [beast] Initiative: +3 Maul +6 vs. AC – 5 damage. Burrower and Swimmer: The dogmole can burrow and swim, slowly. Wormkiller Rage: The dogmole always attempts to attack any worm that it can detect, and it gains a +2 bonus to attacks and damage and a -2 penalty to all defenses as long as it continues to detect the worm. AC 16 PD 14 MD 11 HP 32

Dogmole Juggernaut Large 3rd level wrecker [beast] Initiative: +4 Vicious Maul +8 vs. AC (2 attacks) – 13 damage. Natural 14+: The target pops free from the dogmole. Burrower and Swimmer: The dogmole can burrow and swim, slowly. Unyielding Ferocity: The first time the dogmole is reduced to 0 hp during a battle, it remains at 1 hp and instead is dazed (hard save ends, 16+). The second time, it once again remains at 1 hp and is instead weakened (hard save ends, 16+). The third time it’s reduced to 0 hp it dies. Wormkiller Rage: The dogmole always attempts to attack any worm that it can detect, and it gains a +2 bonus to attacks, a +5 bonus to damage and a -2 penalty to all defenses as long as it continues to detect the worm. AC 18 PD 17 MD 11 HP 104

[rassilonsleftbollock]

Not Normla content tw/ Su1cdal ref, s3lf-h4rm ref, mental health talk IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD MENTAL STATE DO NOT FUCKING READ THIS PLEASE!!!

TW-Vent bc I js need to get ts outta my sys and written down somewhere.

So I got some shit wrong with me, like mentally. I have these brief periods of extreme depression, like actually attempting suicide multiple times a week or day. During this time and leading up to it I get insane paranoia and I hallucinate and disassociate a lot. It used to be only a couple of less than a few days a week episodes, maybe once of twice a year when I was stressed, then it grew to become ore frequent when shit started heading far south to the industrial sized shit fan.

It usually includes manic type bipolarity, brain fog, seizures (? can't confirm this one considering they're not always clonic tonic and only have others reports for them+ are nocturnal), Nausea, extreme paranoia based anxiety, self harming, suicidal idealation, despair, like total despair, dissacociation, panic attacks, bad decision making and self-imposed isolation in the form of bedrotting and executive dysfunction for anything other than killing myself.

It used be only in extreme stress, but recently (last year or so) it started progressing to happening at any slightly stressful interval. I usually lean on drugs like nicotine or alcohol during this time, but bc I'm only 15 its hard to get my hands on them (well nic, my parents r alcoholics and do not give a fuck what I drink as long as it doesn't affect them legally).

I'm questioning most at the moment whether I'm heading into another episode (I'm only 3 weeks out of my last one which lasted nearly 2 months and v nearly killed me) or its js withdrawal. I'm also wondering whether to break it off with my long term (over a year) gf. We starting dating just after ts started when I was in a 'normal' period, but bc I've only worsened since and tend to tether my mental state to our relationship, I don't want to pressure her too much by having to deal with my mental issues, nor make her feel responsible for my health. Yet, she is also my only life raft in this because not even my counsellor knows about most of this bc I'm scared of the consequences. I know that if I do I will completely isolate myself and probably not make it if its as bad as the last one. Also it could just be the self-isolating tendencies talking, but I don't want to drag her down to drown with me. Its nearly exam season again, she has mock exam in a week and I have them in March. I think its the looming dread and anxiety which is causing this and also the recent events at school.

I sucked this guy off, with gfs permission, we're open bc I'm a fkn nympho and she's ace leaning, he promised to not tell anyone for using my throat, but two weeks later he's bragging about it to this guy who, with his friends have been non-stop sexually harassing me since I joined that school in April last year (Has been reported, but the ringleaders parents are skl governors so they won't do shit until I get fkn gang raped by them or smth). Anyway, he tells this guy then acts the victim to me on snap later after I've endured a school day which only heightened my rising paranoia, to find out he's been running his mouth. I'm so scared to go to school on Monday bc of how quickly ts will spread. Honestly considering killing myself so I'll never know. Schrodinger's rumour haha. Sorry, not funny. I just want help. Reassurance. I turned to Tumblr to engross myself in my fandoms as the ultimate escape, I've started interacting with my brain world IRL as well lol which is a lovely tell tale sign I'm loosing it by talking to my own fucking dementia <3

I am so fucking tired of this shit I can' even. I don't want to die, I just want a way out without inconveniencing anyone. My death would be the largest inconvenience possible lol.

If anyone has any advice please help me thank youuu!!!

Sorry if this is a bit erratic, brain fog is turning my brain into soup and also I kept crying onto my keyboard lol

[lunartearrose]

@periwinklepost-its @eondragon OK SO since Peri wanted to see my ocs and Eon wanted to see my spe fankids specifically!!!! I am going to talk about them! My johto kids are most developed so it's mostly about them but yeeeee here we go!

But ABOVE ALL ELSE i have a developing fanfic for the johto kids! If you're interested, please read here!!!!

I might be a while of talk- but posts are no longer miles long so lets just hop in!!!!

Introducing: Hayune!

This is gold's kid! Its actually a speverse goldxlyra kid, too! His friends would describe him as cheery, kind and loving - and he's always helping out at his parent's daycare when he's not on the job being Azure’s escort! His favorite color is green!

Though unknown to most, he's been suffering through a time loop - people keep dying! Things are going down in johto, and instead of gaining cool girl calm after all the trauma he's- well- he's not handling it well! The current loop the story takes place in is the farthest he's ever gotten, and poor celebi is so tired out that they can only go back two weeks in a pinch! He's made it out of the weeks he knows to navigate, in a half-way between known routine and unknown, and he's very afraid of what could happen...

Introducing: Azure

Azure is the Specialjewel fankid *silver x crystal if you need the presice naming!) She's kind of quiet sometimes and tries to keep her cool, but on the inside they're awkward and have some... let's say, self esteem issues that they haven't fully worked out. That being said, not loving oneself doesn't mean she won't throw herself into battle to protect friends and family! Her pokemon are loyal to her in this very same way - a terrible trait to have, self-sacrificing is... and those that work with her father pin her as weak.

She's the new heiress to a temporary team rocket - as her father's forces, once loyal to her grandfather, try to save the region from destructive betrayers that have their own plans for the region. The one behind it all is Sird, who wants to take control of the region and capture the legends for some unsavory experiments. That being said, Azure wants as few casualties as possible and if someone is stuck on the opposing side unwillingly, She's going to try her hardest to make sure they have a way out. However, if her foe is happy to spill blood... well, she's not afraid to do something about it.

And at night, when her parents think they are asleep, and darkness falls across the land...

Azure takes on their alter ego - a Hero by the name of masked mistress. Having never been told the past of her home and being told made-up stories by the darkrai she grew up alongside, they thought they were embodying an old fairytale - like robinhood or something. Anyways, they've taken to the war-torn parts of the region to help get lots of orphaned kids to the safety of the safari zone - run down, but kept alive by tireless work from the help of wild pokemon that understand her cause (and maybe some fear what darkrai will do if they try to harm the kids they saved with their trainer). They refuse to involve any kids in the warring and try to keep them as far away as possible from the fighting.

Introducing: Rust

(Using this picture bc i dont like my ref for him it looks weird lol srry)

Rust is the third of Sird’s triplets - the runt of the three and the most rebellious. He met Azure when he was very young, and this one encounter showed him that there was life and light outside his mother's abuse - a light he wished with all his heart to have and hold. His first act of rebellion was choosing his own name and shaping himself into who he wished to be - acts that lit small flames in his sibling's hearts, but they both were ultimately too afraid to disobey their mother, and pushed him away.

Rust eventually meets Azure once more, and although Hayune freaks him out by existing at first, he warms up to him as gentle, careful kindness over time is the key to Rust’s heart. Together with his friends, he hopes to free his siblings from Sird’s control over them and finally achieve the eternal happiness he seeks.

Introducing: Coal and Scarlet

(I only have this post-storyish sv starter announcement thing as colored ref for the two, just imagine them sad and in white TR clothes)

Scarlet and Coal are Rust's two siblings.

Coal is very analytic, and often likes to survey and assess his surroundings. His mother's experiments, though making his pain tolerance almost too high also caused a lot of nerve damage, causing him the lack of a sense of touch on his left side (red eye side) and blindness in his red, left eye. It's possible to reverse most of the damage, restore a bit of his sense of touch, but that's only if he can get help - and that help's not coming from his mother, who considers him imperfect, and expendable at best. His secret dream is to visit the ranches in johto, and pet a ponyta. His pokemon, always by his side in secret but a giveaway to his true feelings, is a Ralts he hatched from an egg. The pokemon is weak, but no matter how Coal acts and pretends to be evil, Ralts's glowing horns give his fear away immediately.

Scarlet is, effectively, Sird’s "favorite" - extremely obedient, never once mentions her own wishes, and is considered a sucess with the modifications made to her body. She's unnaturally strong and if any side effects are happening to her, she doesn't talk about them. She's used to staying where its "safe", within Sird’s orders and in her line of sight. Only she knows Sird's true ambition - achieving immortality. The legends seem pretty good at that, so that's what they're after. Though, meeting one girl in a twist of fate has changed Scarlet’s whole world. She's finding her own light, slowly but surely. Her mother tries to stomp this out - but the damage is already done, and Scarlet now knows what the woman sees her as... the road She's traveling is getting painful, but she's still determined to walk it, seeking that light the girl had left her.

Introducing: Winter and Jack

Winter is a child that Masked Mistress had saved on her escapades, a feisty little lass that knows a lot of swears from being on the street! Though she has befriended an eevee, Mantine and Seel, most pokemon tend to avoid her - and the other orphans she lives with spread all sorts of silly rumors, like she's from another world, or half pokemon. Though Winter is certainly odd, she's unwaveringly confident and lets them believe what they will - hey, if she's a monster, then you better listen and get to bed before she eats you! Raaah! Of course, once silver and crystal find her snooping around to check in on Azure, they're going to have her sign adoption papers.

Jack is her friend! Pretty much her best friend, and eusine's adopted kid. He's a photographer that wants to catch some nice pictures of legendaries like Suicune, but here's the twist - He's actually from a family of powerful psychics. He gets being the odd one out of a crowd with powers that aren't in check and hard to manage, especially when stressed out, so he sees nothing wrong with Winter - she's just a pretty girl, traveling around johto just like him. If she sprouts weird wings or her eyes glow red, whatever! Humans are all different anyways! Winter may also be giving him Egg feelings, but he's... working on it. They may be baby lesbians shhhh

Introducing: Trickster

Trickster is a fella from ultra space! He fell into johto, brain bonked into memorylessness, but with strange powers and memories that don't quite fit into being his. He's afraid to speak out at first, but he's very enthusiastic to learn all there is to learn about this new, bright world! As you can see, I've got plans for him yet to be enacted, but as his old memories wash away into seas, he makes new memories and stores them in the journal that hayune gave to him. Very pure of heart, he plans to protect his new friends with all he has and hide no secrets!

That's all for the major Johto Kids! Ive got room for all of two more photos so lets have some rapid fire concepts and stories-

Introducing: Ginger and Rhu

Ginger (kanto dexholder polycule hehe) was stolen away from his family by a powerful dragon user - suspected to be Lance of the elite four. His sister is looking for him (she's still in development phase bc she keeps on looking like. Like red but girl and i dont want quite that) but he was never old enough to know where he came from - just that he was stolen for his supernatural talents as a Viridian child. Rhu(???), ten years younger than he is, is a bab more talented in the future-seeing abilities of a viridian child. His loss was much more traumatic, as his parents were killed in front of him. The two stick together like glue, a found family of brothers. Both are terrified of dragons, but Ginger is trying his best to work through that fear and find his family, without being caught by their kidnapper once again. Story is still in development but yeah!!

Introducing: Ame (Short for amethyst yeah yup yea)

Ame is a Franticshipping kid! I am also using a one off art bc i never actually finalized the designs or concepts! Either way, Ame doesn't quite start off as ruby and sapphire's kid - the two never really settle down to have one, which mostly works for them as champ and top coordinator respectively and sapph just doesn't rlly want all that strain on her person, y'know?

Anyhoo Ame makes his way through life supporting his friend (again no concepts but tenthshipping kid) whom is quite interested in challenging the league. Ame tends to paint, but mostly does so secretively as his family had shunned the practice - and that's all he says on the matter. His friend tries to get him to the spotlight - Ame is a talented battler and strategist, after all - but he insists on living quietly though in passing mentions that he admires those they have challenged.

However, he has a dark truth brewing in him. He was severely neglected as a kid, and in truth, deeply yearns to be accepted by the family that would rather see him shoved in a closet with his canvas turned to kindling. In fact, he's almost dragged home at some point, but Ruby, fresh out of a contest and not here for parental abuse, saves Ame some trouble and gets him out of having to go home. The save and encouragement deeply effects Ame...

And for a moment makes him wonder if his plans to be truly, unignorably noticed by his family, may be... dangerous, to say the least.

He doesn't feel he has the room to go back on his plans in the end, but maybe a little reach out may flip the scripts?

Anyways, those are the concepts I have art and room for! Rapidfire round:

Quartz Berlitz: haughty kid, loves harujuku fashion and calls ugly pokemon cute! She's investigating timespace shenanigans!

Titan: child of saturn that experiences the influences of legendaries against his will! Saddest kitten hair kid youve ever fucken seen

Amber: mentioned kanto dexholder kid! Feisty but loves her pikachu! Will bite! Likes women 👍 also violence! The kind of girl that writes about battling and adrenaline in pink glitter ink and throws the book at a shadow in paranoia

Obsidian: a child lacktwo smuggled out of interpol and gave to hugh and whi to take care of! Sometimes gets the name Sid as a nickname but yeah this kid hates cops and hates corruption. Loves trubbish and gigalith and is rivals with a spraypaint artist that calls themselves cloud

Ivory: ivy for short, this is a agencyshipping kid! She is not interested in the film industry and wants to live peacefully, but life does not give her the decency of a break! Her whole story is a comedic build up until she Fucking Snaps

Melody: proteche of X! Also a photographer and more interested in capturing the beauty of kalos

Cosmo Berlitz: i am going to be honest here i am a fan of moon/y and i just like Cosmo as a concept. Berlitz family of strong women a continued tradition also shes interested in trying to do magic herself. Not showman style just actual magic i believe in her. Cosmo

More usum kids? Eventually

Ive got to catch up on my reading

Anyways, that's all! I hope you enjoyed my huuuge rant!!!! Lmk if you want any more info!

[bai-zewarrior]

So I finally nailed down my designs for the black heart characters (except colossus, perry/predator and Madusa I'm still massing with them) along with some head canons! The characters might look a bit weird next to each other, I didn't draw them all on the same canvas. I know I'm suppose to but I was lazy and didn't want to re draw the refs on one canvas. I also appologize for this being so long.

I'm hoping to start a comic with these guys. I always end up saying no to projects like this because I don't think my art is good enough but I think I'm going to put my foot down this time!

Hal:

Can talk(unlike my version of Cyan)

Pretty laid back but knows when he needs to be serious

Will curse you out

Thinks Aura and Nautilus are cute together

His cape works as his "soul meter"(idk what to call it). It has 3 squares on the back that represent Hal's souls. The cape becomes tattered and ripped when souls are taken.

He just wants 5 minutes of peace without someone trying to take his souls, please give him his 5 minutes of peace.

Really hates colossus

In the context of black heart I don't consider him a nano bot. He can bleed and stuff like that.

When he sleeps his body starts to heal any wounds and mend his cloths. This leaves him defenseless as he will remain unconscious until it's finished. He tries not to sleep out in the open and often uses caves and trees as temporary shelters when he needs to sleep. This can also activate when he is knocked unconscious but in cases like with Colossus the healing part is stopped.

He can change colors but he prefers red. His cloths don't change colors with him. Just his skin and his cape.

Again, in he context of black heart, I imagine Hal just kinda woke up somewhere with a bit of knowlage about himself and that's about it. Shortly after works he ran into Aura and Nautilus for the first time. He considered the battle a joke.

Nautilus:

Has glowing markings all over his body. He can cause them to glow at will

Can only breath air for around 10 minutes( this time can decrease with some conditions such as heat or cold. This is because his gills need to be wet for him to breath air, so if it's really hot out his gills will dry out faster)

Has a stutter due to the N.A.T.U thing, among other things. Like trust issues when Xero is around

Is euryhalinr(this just means he can breath any kind of water)

His suit adds about 100lbs to him (material, water, and special boots to help with balance when moving around in the suit)

Likes to make jewlary with shells and stuff

Loves Aura to death. Would litterally die for her.

His teeth work like a shark's. One falls out? You've got plenty more to fill the gap! He has given pretty much all his friends breif heart attacks when he casually spits one out after they hear the loud bone cracking noise of a tooth braking. He keeps all the teeth.

Runs on all fours for some reason. No one knows why, including Aura.

Aura:

Learned all her magic from her parents

Her parents lived like hermits because they believed people still hold witch hunts. Aura hated this because she snuck out a lot and knew that this wasn't the case.

Can be a bit forgetful with spells so she always keeps her book with her at all times

Love Nautilus to death, would die for him too.

Can't swim, her body it denser then water so she just sinks. Nautilus is almost always with her when she's near water for this reason.

Aura's wand is broken but she just keeps fixing it with tape because she doesn't know how to make a new one. She also doesn't want to ask her parents because they wouldn't let her live it down.

Made the headphones Puffer wears so he doesn't have to worry about Siren trying to mind control him, again.

Aura has a secret garden. She uses it to grow her magic plants. It has a defense system that even Jestar can't get past. Only those she has given permission can enter, but those people can give temporary permission to others. Only Nautilus, Puffer and Solario have permission to go into the garden.

Has gotten use to the weird things Natalie can do.

Puffer:

A bit of a hermit, but will open up when he trusts someone

Always has his eyes closed because he thinks his eyes look scary. He can still see for some reason? (Like Brock from pokemon, idk how he could see but he traveled like 3-4 regions like that)

Changes colors depending on emotions. Blue is calm and happy, purple is upset and sad and red is anger and frustration.

Puffer can create lots of spikes all over his body if needed as well as a set of claws. He doesn't do this often.

Likes to cook but keeps it a secret from everyone. (Aura and Nautilus found out though, they just kept the secret)

He really doesn't like Siren after what she did to him, but he will talk to her and hang out with her if someone else he trusts is around.

Really wants to apologize to Hal but he hasn't gotten the chance to yet.

Is really self conscious.

He's not very good at swimming but Nautilus teaches him when Siren isn't around or in Aura's secret garden.

Siren:

Likes to sing for no reason

Has a not so small army of skeleton fish

Is litterally heartless (she doesn't like to talk about it)

Has a crush on Puffer but she doesn't know how to fix the bridge she burned with him

Plays chess with Myst a lot(and wins a lot, much to Myst's dismay)

She can shape shift her tail into a pair of legs. This was a "gift" from Jestar to help her be a better assassin for him

Thinks Xero is a prick

Likes to steal Xero's alcohol sometimes

Can water bend. She can't blood bend though. She's tried.

Likes rock and country music for some reason

Nautilus likes to play with her fish some times.

Knows a bit about necromancy. She doesn't like to talk about it though. She never does it in front of anyone besides her fish army

Myst:

Doesn't like to talk about his life outside work

Is well over 100 years old( he lost count)

Is very protective when it comes to Shade

Doesn't really understand Shade but will support her regardless

Likes to smoke when he thinks no one is around

Can create an umbrella to protect himself if he is caught outside when the sun comes up

Likes to play chess

Is basically a dad to the other assassins

Rarely opens his third eye. This usually only happens when he gets frantic, scared or extreamly angry

Does not have any remorse over killing Parry

He doesn't eat in front of others if it can be helped

Myst told Nautilus about Shade once. He had a bad feeling and asked that if anything happened to him Nautilus would take care of her. Only problem was no one thought about the address of Myst and Shade's mansion. He found her though, don't worry.

When he is exposed to sunlight it will immediately cause him to get sunburned. If he doesn't leave after about 30 seconds- 1 minute he will start to die slowly and painfully. He has taken a lot of tea baths because of the sun

Solario:

A big dork

Very loud and bubbly

Is a prince from a kingdom galaxies away from where black heart takes place in

Was suppose to marry the moon from the moon is getting away level (haven't given her a name yet) but she unknowingly broke Sol's heart so he left. He wanted her to be happy and he clearly couldn't give her that happiness.

Doesn't understand "mortal" things but wants to learn.

Nautilus taught him the word yeet and now he won't stop using it

I headcanon that his voice actor would Gary LeVox(lead singer of Rascal Flatts)(don't ask why, I can't change what has happened in my brain)

Will stop at nothing to see his friends happy

Likes hanging out with Aura, Nautilus and Puffer

Can make himself hotter or colder at will. He tends to stay at a heat that won't hurt others when the go near him, but not cold enough to cause himself harm.

If he gets to cold he can die. He also starts to become extreamly cold or extremely hot before death. The direction his tempature goes in is dependent on what he was doing before hand. (Example: reading a book, gets shot, starts to get colder and colder. Attacking Hal trying to get his soul, shapeshifts so much he almost blows himself up, gets hotter and hotter)

Can be a bit over dramatic sometimes

He is incredibly strong. He can lift both Puffer(who whieghs roughly 230 lbs) and Nautilus when he's in his suit(so about 250 lbs) with no trouble. He forgets about his stranghth some times and has accidentally thrown a few things before quickly trying to fix it.

His shapeshifting isn't limited to just objects, he can shape shift small things about him self like his cloths or his entire body into something like a dinosaur. He doesn't do it often though. Mostly just the cloths thing.

Jestar:

Yells a lot

Thinks everyone is incompetent except Xero, for some reason

Accidentally took Puffer when Siren joined do to a confusion about Sirens powers. He refused to send Puffer home.

Colossus is basically just his pet

Xero is the only one who can get away with yelling at Jestar. No one really knows why but they hold really long arguments about all sorts of stupid stuff

Did I mention he yells a lot? I did? Well I’m saying it again. He yells A LOT.

Can shapeshift in to anything

Does not know how to handle baby Madusa. He doesn't know how to handle people in general, and he thought creating a baby was a good idea.

Xero:

Smokes and drinks a lot

Has a German accent(I can’t un heard it, I’m sorry)

Has a wrapped sense of humor

Calls Natilus “shark boy” after natilus bit him(this is related to what happened before N.A.T.U)

Calls everyone a nicknames besides Jestar.

Makes more robots then he needs and holds robot death battles at night.

Wants to dissect Siran after he found out she’s litterally heartless.

Is drunk 90% of the time but that's when he works best. He doesn't care that he has a problem either

Dressed Madusa up is costumes a lot during the 2 weeks it took him to grow up. He created a scrap book with photos of them too.

Can actually be a really nice dude when he wants to be. He doesn't normally want to be nice

90% of his robots are idiots

He's left handed

Colossus:

Is basically Jestar’s pet

Doesn’t speak a language anyone knows

Is basically a king without a kingdom

Starts out really tiny but gets really big for a short period of time once he has infected someone

Shade:

Has trust issues

Is only like 16 years old

Has normal(ish) ghost powers because she was born a ghost

Drives Myst nuts with her edgy stuff

Likes talking to Perry(she meets him after the Funk Hole level)

Can bounce between having a ghost tail to having normal legs.

Her flower is technically apart of her but she doesn't consider it part of her.

Perry:

Kinda skittish around people who look scary to him(so 90% of the black heart cast)

Has a crush on Shade but won't admit it out loud because he's scared of getting bitten in half by Myst, again.

Around 18 years old

Left home because his mom and brother suck and he wanted to be a ghost hunter like the ones he saw on tv. He got his wish for like 2 hours?

Transforms into Predator during the full moons and special moons. Special moons can have different effects on his transformation and mental state. Like a blood moon causes him to become more blood thirsty but a blue moon causes him to actually retain his normal mental state.

He has a habit of spiraling about everything

Predator:

Can't say anything understandable

Each part of his head has a brain so they agrue sometimes

Around 5X the size of Parry

Acts like a dog sometimes

Would have probably just ate Hal instead of taking the souls.

Madusa:

Can breath underwater and air without issue

Doesn't like the fact that he looks like Nautilus

Hasn't figured out how to swim fast like nautilus yet but won't admit it

Calls Jestar dad

Actually gets along well with Xero

Xero calls him Moccasin

Has markings like Nautilus but they only glow in the dark and they aren't as bright

He's allergic to shell fish

Actually had about a 2 week period where he was a kid. Xero and Jestar just gave him a special serum that caused I'm to grow up faster.

Most of his teeth ended up like Aura's but his canines are significantly sharper then they would be. Xero also found an extra set of teeth under Madusa's adult teeth.

Doesn't like the idea that his whole life rests on a tiny, easy to brake, stone on his head but just rolls with it.

Scared Jestar and Xero a lot during his first few days of life. He not only descovered his allergy to shell fish but almost got himself caught by the others a bunch of times.

All these guys belong to OL666 except Hal, he belongs to vitamin games

[datbeantho]

Meet Orion!

Orion is 13 and male.

Orion is Asexual.

Orion also has a base hp of 240.

His height is 5’8”.

He wears an orange, yellow, and pale white splotched scarf. His cape reaches down to his calves. The cape is orange and the one and a half third at the end is yellow.

Orion’s shoes are running sneakers that are cream orange with the (tongue?) a pale mint green.

Orion’s left eye is a pale yellow save point star while his left eye is the same but a faded white circle around it. The cause of this irregularity is unknown at the time.

Orion wears a very pale yellow T-shirt with a light pale shade of blue-green at the end. The middle of the shirt consists of a yellow centered shooting star; the points of the star, a dark but faded orange. The trail is of the same orange color to a buttercup yellow tail. The outside of the shooting star consists of cartoony dark stars in the shape of asterisks.

(Color ref)

He has Regular skeleton limbs, I can’t draw ;3;

His fears: Being alone (he always is :< ), not finding survivors, Severe arachnophobia (To the point where passes out if he sees a bug on him, but he in space, so...) (how? It’s a soul fear he had in his previous life.)

What he likes: He enjoys word searches and sporting activites. He also wishes to hear what “music” is. He daydreams often at the stars...even though he is one.

His wish: “Moon goddess? I...I wish I could feel...anything...I do not understand why I was created with no emotion...”

Favorite snack? Moon cakes

Least favorite snack? Bitter moon candy.

Orion’s powers: Able to summon a stardust staff, able to make Light yellow portals/shortcuts

Backstory: After Asriel had passed away, the villagers informed the 7 wizards, believing there to be a some form of “hole” in the barrier, leading monsters to “attack the humans out of revenge.”

The 7 wizards massacred the entire monster population except for several boss monster souls to leave the underground. The seven souls preserved were: Sans, Undyne, Asgore, Papyrus, Alphys, Toriel, and [REDACTED].

The seven wizards quickly realized, they no longer needed a barrier since there were no more monsters left. Their magic was preserving the souls to keep them from shattering. But that didn’t stop the souls from starting to quickly crack after being deceased for so long. The wizards destroyed the barrier they had cast so long ago and as a victory symbol, sent the souls to float up into space. Most of the souls did not survive after a few minutes of being too far from the wizards’ magic aura, containing them. Each shattering completely along the way. 2 remained. Sans’ soul and Ŗ̴̪̈̄͞ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜Ȧ̶̵̗̳c̷̹͖͋́̃t̴͕͖͓̀ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜'s̩͙͖̋͛͟ survived the trip to

space before drifting apart with each moment, eventually FAR out of sight. Sans’ soul was sturdy but not invincible. Passing by the moon, the ancient moon goddess saw the soul’s ever upcoming end. She pondered and gave the gift of life to the monster soul.

Sans’ soul quickly shattered before rebuilding itself from stardust, a small speck of his original soul left to stay as a base. The stardust formed his body and soul. The soul stardust solidifying and reshaping itself into a star.

This was no longer sans. Even with that speck of his original soul, it wasn’t him. The moon goddess gave the new being a name...she looked up at the constellations...then it hit her...

Orion

Orion had no emotions due to his lack of “real monster soul.” He was basically a reanimated corpse made out of dust. A zombie-ish kind of state. Though, some of his traits stayed, along with new ones. He wasn’t lazy, he couldn’t understand any emotions the moon goddess felt. The moon goddess told him one day, hoping he’d feel something.

“Something horrible happened to you a long time ago...you had a family...humans killed your kind...I am not a human...merely a moon spirit if you will...”

Orion’s soul thumped. The word “human” made him have the desire to hurt...to kill those who have harmed him and his family. No emotions still...he will never have any form of emotion.

He will not accept “homemade souls” because he rather have a speck of himself inside his soul than someone else’s foreign soul. He does not like socializing for too long because he only grew up around one person (moon goddess.)

One day, he decided he will try to find survivors and...see if he had surviving family somewhere out there...

He still searches to this day

Please do NOT use my character without permission. You may draw him though.

Orion’s theme? He has none yet ;3;

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 6

Requested: No

Word Count: 3922

Warning: Cursing

POV: Reader

Notes: Total fluff piece. Currently finishing part 7.

The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind; to call it a roller coaster of emotions would be too cliché. It was more like that carnival ride, the one called the Zipper; the long-armed ferris wheel type ride that held several free flipping cars, that caged your body in, as it rotated around and around. Spinning constantly, flipping you through the air when you would reach the peak of the arm; the ride left you giddy and nauseous all at the same time. In your teens, it was your favorite ride; now in your late twenties it was a metaphor for your life.

Last night you had no intentions of telling Tyler you were pregnant; in your circle of friends you were known as everyone’s confidant. The fact that you couldn’t keep your own secret wasn’t lost on you. There was no going back now, but what your next move with Tyler was going to be still had you guessing. From the moment you’d found out, you knew Tyler would be a part of the baby’s life; never questioned that. Clearly you hadn’t anticipated the joy he would experience; while not at first, it was quite evident at the end of the night he was excited about being a father.

 So, here you were, sitting on your couch in an old pair of Dallas Stars sweats; eating ice cream straight from the container, while you watched your baby daddy play hockey. While said baby, could not be seen yet; you were obviously taking this mom indulging in her favorite foods’ thing seriously. The only thing missing was the pickles, and since they made you nauseous even before you were pregnant; you had an inkling you wouldn’t be running to the store any time soon. It felt good to watch the Stars play again; you’d blocked them out of your life, just as you had Tyler. Oh, you still kept in touch with some of the wives and girlfriends, not so much now; but the first few weeks you did. It felt odd sitting in front of the television, when it was a home game; the norm usually being sitting in the designated wags section. While you didn’t quite belong there anymore now; this didn’t feel quite right either. But really was there anything in between?

 “Come on ref, that’s a fucking horrible call?” you yelled at the tv, then spooned another bite in your mouth, as you watched Rads get called on some bullshit high stick. Thankfully Tyler wasn’t on the penalty kill unit; it was added stress neither him or you needed. With about four minutes into the second, a bad turnover by the Kings had Tyler dangling the puck around the goalie. Weaving in and out looking for the perfect shot; you hadn’t realized you were on the edge of your seat. Faking to his left he shifted at the last minute, completely fooling Quick in the process; the puck skidded over the goal line, sounding the horn. “Score,” shouting at the empty living room, you cheered.

 Finishing the game, and the container of ice cream, you turned off the tv and headed to bed. Weeks of sleeping, still hadn’t prepared you for this tired feeling pregnancy brought with it; your body was exhausted. Mentally however, you couldn’t make your mind stop spinning; thoughts of Tyler occupying them. When you met him, he’d been your Prince Charming; sweeping you off your feet into a love so grand there was no other possible ending then happily ever after. That Cinderella wasn’t knocked up at the end of movie, after the prince had cheated on her; was something Disney must have omitted. Being the heroine of this fairy tale was going to take more than a pair of glass slippers that was for sure; hopefully, in sleep you’d find a godmother, that brought you sage advice and wisdom instead of a dress.

 When morning came however, you were no further ahead than you’d been the night before; so, getting up, you headed to work. The day went blessed easy in the morning; it was the afternoon that turned into a cluster fuck. First, Andrea brought you in a beautiful bouquet of red roses, long stemmed placed in an exquisite vase; they were the classic, something every woman dreams of receiving. It was who they were from that had you frowning. The card read simply, Hope you are feeling better, Always, Robert. Somehow you had pushed thoughts of him to the recesses of your brain. Despite his possessive nature, Robert deep down was a good person. He deserved to be told face to face, that things between the two of you weren’t going to happen.

 The second time she walked in, Andrea wasn’t carrying anything; which didn’t disturb you; that was not until she held your office door open for not one, not two, not even three; but ten gorgeous arrangements of flowers; all in hues of lilac. That the color was a melding of both blues and pinks wasn’t lost on you; though it surprised you Tyler would come up with it. Delicate blooms of roses, hydrangea dotted with small sprigs of baby’s breath adorn most of the vases. However, one stood out, while it still contained roses, this one had a unique flower interlaced in it; star shaped little blossoms ran up and down the stem. What stood out was the fragrance, sweet smells of springtime filled the air; giving off an aroma of new beginnings.

 Apparently, the florist had come along to deliver the massive number of flowers; she saw you take interest in the bloom. “It’s a hyacinth, the flower of forgiveness. In the world of magic, it is said to symbolize love and happiness as well as protect it’s recipient from harm.” Handing you the card that went with the arrangements, she turned to leave. It read simply, I’m sorry. I’ll never fuck up again. Love For All Eternity, Tyler. That’s when you noticed that damn single tear was back.

 “Thank you, so much. They’re all so extraordinary.”

 “Your welcome my dear. You must be very special and he must be extremely sorry. It’s not every day I get a call with such specific requests. Most men think the rose covers it all. But yours, he knew what he wanted before I could even make suggestions. Trust me they weren’t easy to find at this time of year either, or I would’ve done more than one bouquet.” She walked out the door, and that’s when you lost it. Dropping down into your chair, you sat there and sobbed. Sure, Tyler had sent you flowers after he cheated; now that you thought about it, they’d all been roses. Always in various shades and color, but always just vase after vase of roses. That he had specifically requested these for you this time, meant more to you than every rose he had ever bought you. Your heart melted a little more, the ice thawing so that even you weren’t sure if it existed. He’d said he was sorry, practically begged for your forgiveness, swore it wouldn’t happen again; you weren’t sure it was possible, but this, this was telling you that perhaps you should at least try. It wouldn’t be easy but maybe, just maybe if you did you both could find peace and be able to move forward together.

 The hour you took to collect yourself, put you behind with work and had you staying later than you anticipated; which meant you were running late when Tyler showed up. The small apartment was something you rented on a month to month basis as you tried to determine what the best living arrangement for you and the baby would be; it was nowhere near the house you’d lived in with Ty. Running to the door to answer it; you were still in your work clothes. “Hi Ty! Sorry I got caught up at work and ran late. I just need to change.” He stepped into the apartment, taking in all the surroundings. It had been furnished when you rented it, everything very clinical and clean, nothing that spoke to the person that lived there. All your belongings still in storage. “Have a seat, do you want a drink or anything? God, I think I have some wine or something here, not that I’ll be joining you.”

 “I’m good babe. I’m not drinking anymore either.”

 You were halfway back the hall to your bedroom, when what he said actually registered in your brain. Sliding your heels off, you had to know more “What? Why aren’t you drinking?”

 “I just…I don’t know. You can’t drink, I kind of feel like it’s something I can do with you; at least until the baby’s born.” No wonder you loved this man; that he wanted to do even something this tiny meant more than words could ever say. Entering the bedroom, you quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and a loose flowy top; thank god jeans were made with spandex in them nowadays, not knowing how many more times you’d be able to put them on this easily. Grabbing a pair of chunky wedged sandals, you headed back out to the living room; back to Tyler.

 “So where are we headed?”

 “I already told you, that’s a secret. You ready to go.” Excitement was radiating off of him; it was contagious.

 “Yeah, I just want to grab a quick protein bar. I think someone’s feeling a little snackish.”

 Chuckling he responded back, “Would that be you or the baby? Because I distinctly remember you used to always have snacks in that suitcase you call a purse.”

 Playfully, you swatted his arm. “So, I like my snacks, nothing wrong with that. Besides I also remember a particular someone, who would dig in that so-called suitcase, for something to eat on a regular basis.”

 “You got me there, babe. You did pack two didn’t you,” this while winking at you.

 “Of course.” With that, the two of you strode out the door, to the car. Being ever the gentleman, Tyler came over and opened the door for you; that he took the seatbelt and proceed to buckle you in was new. “What are you doing? You know; I can buckle the seatbelt.”

 “Just making sure you’re both safe and snug in here.” This over-protective thing was going to take some getting used to; though it did tear down yet another wall that you had built up against him.

 The drive was silent; soft music playing in the background; nothing like the drives you used to take. When his hand would be in yours or on your thigh; music as loud as it could be, you both singing the whole way, Tyler mainly off key. Reaching your hand over you began to scan for a station you both enjoyed. “What, you didn’t like what I had on?”

 “Ummm, no, not really. I thought we were in a freaking elevator,” chuckling you added “in a museum, run by dead people.”

 “It’s supposed to be soothing and create a loving environment for the baby.” Raising an eyebrow, you looked at him, like he had just grown three heads.

 “Where did you come up with that?”

 “I read it in one of my daddy baby books.”

 “Oh!,” it was the only response you could think of; your mind still grasping at the fact that he was reading a book for expecting fathers. That wall you thought about earlier was definitely crumbling now. “So, did you learn anything else,” this said while you worked your way back to the station with the elevator music on it.

 “Hmm, that you should start to show soon. That the kid is the size of an apple, pear or orange; that seems to vary depending on what book I read. Oh, and that we should be able to find out the sex at that next ultrasound you mentioned.” He seemed to really be doing his homework. “Do you want to find out the sex?”

 “Ummm, I hadn’t given it much thought. What do you want to do? I think it’s a decision we both have to make. Like I don’t think I could stand it, if you knew and I didn’t. It would drive me insane.” People always said that life was full of surprises; you kind of felt that statement contradictory. There truly weren’t many really authentic surprises left in life, but the miracle of life itself. However, knowing would make things so much easier, you’d be able to pick out the color of the baby’s room, buy all his or her clothes in appropriate colors, even have his or her name all ready. You really could go either way, and maybe this decision could be up to Tyler.

 “Hmmm, I think it would be fun to know. I kind of remember one of the guys talking about doing a baby reveal or something; which sounds like a lot of fun.” Well that decision was made; we’d be finding out at the next ultrasound it seemed. “But you know, when are we ever gonna get a surprise like this. Maybe when we have the second one, we can find out the sex, but I think this first one I don’t want to know. If that’s ok with you?” Woah, and here you thought that there were no real surprises in life, that statement right there was one; first that he didn’t want to know, second, that he was already planning your next child, together.

 Your stunned silence, had Tyler looking over at you wondering if you’d heard him. “Yeah, I agree, I don’t want to know. Unless it’s like super obvious or something.” Staring out the window, you tried not to focus on images his words evoked; a happy loving family, Tyler playing with your toddler on the floor of the living room, while you fed child number two. It was something you hadn’t let yourself think about; hadn’t seen this as your future after everything that had happened. But here, now, hearing his words; the picture was so real, you felt you could reach out and touch it. Shaking yourself, you brought yourself back to the present; seeing familiar homes pass by. “Are we going to the house?” While you’d made headway today; you weren’t completely sure you were ready to walk back into the home you once shared.

 “Umm, no.” His short answer was all you received. A few more turns had you slowing down to the apparent destination. The large house loomed in front of you; recognition dawning on your face as the vehicle made its way through the gate. You’d been here before, probably driven past it over a hundred or more times; always with this same man by your side, but never up the drive to the house itself. To say that the look you gave him was questioning was an understatement.  “Surprise!” That, that was the only word he said, it really didn’t give you any answers.

 He seemed so pleased with himself; yet you had no clue as to why. “Ok, I’m gonna need a little more than that Ty. Surprise, what?”

 “It’s the house, the one we always talked about raising our family in.”

 “I can see that. Why are we here?”

 “I bought it, for us.” He stated it that simply; smiling brilliantly at you. That you needed a deep cleansing breath before you even thought about replying back to him should have made him at least sense your mood; instead the lovable idiot just continued to smile.

 Massaging your temple, from the headache you could feel forming; you spoke as calmly as possible. “You did what? Tyler, what the hell are you thinking?”

 The smile that lit up his face dropped instantaneously. “I thought this could be a fresh start for us. Plus, we’ve always wanted this house. It came up on the market a few weeks ago; obviously I didn’t buy it then, we weren’t together. But I called yesterday and it was still for sale, so I had the realtor start working on everything, it’s practically ours.”

 “We’re not together now Ty. Why would you have him start the whole process? What the hell were you thinking?” That wall, which had been crumbling before, was now being rebuilt by a dozen stonemasons; their incessant pounding making your brain hurt. “Is this some grand gesture to get me to forgive you?”

 “Yes…no. God I can’t do anything fucking right with you; can I?” His head crashed against the back of the seat and he blew out a frustrated breath; hands clenching the steering wheel in front of him.  “I’m trying here. I really am. Can you just go inside and look at the place? Not for me, hell not even for you; but for the baby?” The pleading sound in his voice had you halting progress on the barrier around your heart.

  “Ok,” you relented; it wouldn’t hurt to just look at the place. The door to the house opened then and Tyler’s realtor stepped out; suit and tie all business like, ready to make the sale of the year. Opening the car door, you got out walking around, matching strides with Tyler. Greeting the realtor, you tried to keep an open mind; you’d dreamed about what the interior would look like, this was finally your chance to see it. The massive double doors opened to an understated entry way; an elegant dining room off to your right. The place was tastefully decorated; not ornate or too elaborate, more relaxed as if the people who lived here truly made this a home and not some decorated show piece. The office on the left, was light and airy, not heavy with wall to wall bookshelves; a family portrait hung above the fireplace. You couldn’t help but imagine your own family’s photo hanging there.

 Continuing the tour, next you saw the kitchen; flashes of you baking and preparing meals for Tyler and your children popped into your head. It opened up to a family room; where you saw the kids playing with the dogs. Walking down the hall, you entered the master suite, enormous in size it looked out onto the pool; a king size bed fit easily into the room. Images of you and Tyler rolling around on the bed took control of your brain, arms entangled, bodies sweaty, moans filling the air; you looked away needing to shake the thoughts from your head. A sitting area off in the corner offered an opportunity to enjoy your coffee in the morning light. French doors leading outside to a private alcove overlooking the pool; a lounger large enough for two people covered most of the area. It was intimate, shielding its inhabitants from small prying eyes; a place the two of you could make love for hours on end. It was too much; you were standing outside and yet you needed air. Falling back on the sunbed you’d just sexually fantasied about being on with Tyler; you sat, taking deep breaths.

 Tyler whispered something to the realtor, who strode back inside the house; leaving the two of you alone. Sitting beside you, he quietly asked, “you ok?”

 It was a loaded question, physically you were fine; mentally you thought you were going to explode. “I don’t know Ty.” The look of concern that crossed his face, had you quickly following that up. “It’s not the baby, we’re ok. It’s just this…” waving your hand at the beautifully manicured landscape in front of you. “This is supposed to be our dream home and we’re just not in that place right now. I won’t lie to you; I wish we were.”

 Taking his hand, he made soothing circles up and down your back; the movement evoking all those images from just moments ago. “Babe, we’re going to get there. I know it’ll be hard, but just try to have some faith in me.” Turning your head, you stared into his eyes, searching for the trust he spoke of; wanting so much more. There was hope there, hope for a future the two of you could build. Love, so much love it made you ache; even a tinge of sadness for what had been lost. Finally, you saw it, that small glimpse of faith; that it came from the reflection of your eyes in his, is what surprised you. His hand stopped; simultaneously your breathing sped up. Even though the small voice in the back of your brain told you not to surrender; you pressed forward anyway. Taking his face in the palm of your hands, you brought his lips to yours; it was a sweet caress, filled with promises. Slow and gentle, the kiss left you dizzy; neither one of you fighting for control, just relishing the touch of each other.  Mouths fussed together as one; you could’ve stayed like this for hours, but softly you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

 His eyes were closed, lids hooded so you couldn’t tell what was going through his mind. Why you thought you’d be able to know what he was thinking, when you didn’t even know where your mind was; you couldn’t comprehend. All you knew was that it was a start; a tiny move in hopefully the right direction. Taking a second waiting for him to look at you; when he didn’t, finally you said, “I’m still not sure you should buy this place.”

 Eyes flying open, he looked at you; grabbing your hands, he helped you to your feet. He drew you to the edge of the water by the pool. Standing behind you, he turned you to look at the expansive lawns. His hands encircled your waist, caressing your stomach, where your child grew. Resting his chin on your shoulder; he spoke, his voice low, “Can you see it? Right over where the water’s real shallow. The kids are splashing around with the dogs. I’m over there by the grill, cooking up some burgers for dinner. And right there,” pointing to edge of the pool. “You have our newest little one in your arms, rocking back and forth near the kids in case they need you.” That you could almost smell the burgers, bespoke of how vivid the image became in your head. You wanted, no needed it all; could only pray for it to become reality.

 That’s when it happened, you weren’t entirely sure what it was at first; but then it fluttered again. “Did you feel that?”

 “Was that the baby?”

 Tears sprang to your eyes; only this time they were tears of joy. “Yeah, I really think it was.”

 “Think he’ll do it again?”

 “I don’t know, maybe? Wait did you say, him?”

 “Did I? Hmmm, maybe I did.” Then as if the little one knew we were discussing him or her; it happened again. “I think he or she likes their new house.”

 “Tyler, don’t you think we should talk about this?”

 “Mmmm, too late, I already told the realtor to have the papers ready, for when we go back inside.” With that he took off running before you could smack him; playfully of course. Shaking your head at what had transpired in the last thirty minutes or so; you wandered around the property. Tyler, had gone inside, you assumed to sign said papers. Maybe, just maybe, he was right and this could be the new beginning you were searching for. 

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The Others (3)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ]

Jay smirked seeing Dok2 arrive at the meeting with his son in tow. “Don’t you think the kid is a bit young to be listening in on these conversations?”

Dok2 closed the door of his car with no prior warning to Ji-hoon who was still insistent on arguing with his father. He rounded the car as two guards came out of a vehicle behind him and stood on either side of the car Ji-hoon was in to ensure he would remain in there.

Once again Ji-hoon had managed to compromise his own safety for his father’s attention. It just so happened to be a day when he was going to meet Jay Park, AOMG’s leader and the rival to Illionaire.

The two groups operated in separate areas except for a few streets that were shared. This area was always a headache to Dok2 as he often got called to deal with things mutually.

“Why did you call me here?” He ignored Jay’s previous remark and got down to business as usual.

“Seems your men are getting sloppy Joonkyung.” Jay pointed to the wild brush along the highway to give him a reference area. “My men found a body the other day that didn’t belong to us.”

“So you assume it was ours?”

“If it’s not then we would have a pretty big problem on our hands. I don’t think there’s room for a third competitor in the market.” Dok2 did not offer any form of response unless information was given and Jay knew that. Yet, he loved to joke around with him. “Don’t worry my men took care of the cleanup and got the cops off both our as*es. I just wanted to let you know there would be a price to pay for sloppy work.”

Dok2 gave him a pointed look, “You would know.”

Jay had been incarcerated for ten years allowing Illionaire to further the gap between the two groups as AOMG struggled to keep themselves together without their leader. Jay Park was annoyed every time he was reminded of it, nonetheless, he smirked knowing soon he would have the upper hand. 

“I do know a lot don’t I.”

Jay’s smile irritated Dok2 knowing very well it had a hidden meaning. “Unlike you, time is not something I can spare. If you have something to say then be direct.”

Jay nodded, “That’s why I never had any children. At least you don’t have to worry about that last one.” Jay gave Dok2 a pat on the shoulder. “See you later Joonkyung.”

Dok2 didn’t bother with the commentary of someone beneath him. Everything that came out of Jay Park’s mouth went in one ear and out the other. 

As Jay walked past Dok2′s car he got a better look of Ji-hoon who was seated in the passenger seat. His signature unruly hair was slightly less so allowing him to make out the boy’s features. Mentally he began envisioning Leo beside him and smiled. It has to be his.

Ji-hoon scowled at Jay Park in turn. Stupid adults. When his father got in the car Ji-hoon expressed his distaste for Jay. “That guy really annoys me. Who does he think he is smiling at me.”

Dok2 turned to his son showing the same blank look he gave Jay earlier. “Ji-hoon, as my son you will have to learn to put your feelings aside if you are going to become Illionaire’s leader.”

“Why? Isn’t it better just to let out your anger-”

Dok2 realized how similar Ji-hoon was to his mother. They were quick to act on their emotions, never hiding their distaste for things. 

“I hate when people act all cool,” Ji-hoon scowled remembering how he had encountered someone similar to his dad. “How can you stay silent when someone is confronting you? If you’re mad shout, if you’re hurt then f*cking say something!”

Dok2 gave his son a pointed look.

Ji-hoon crossed his arms with a huff. “Forget it-” he grumbled to himself as he slouched back into the seat and looked out the window. “That guy is so annoying.”

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At the end of the school year, there was one final game for Leo’s school. He was warming up when the rival team entered the gymnasium. 

His eyes spotted the unruly kid who by now had made it clear that Leo was his target. His long wavy tresses were held back out of his face by a headband after being called out on it in a previous game.

Leo’s friends caught him eyeing his rival. “Don’t worry about him.”

The silent teen turned his attention back to his side of the court and nodded to assure them he wasn’t worried. He followed through by shooting flawlessly from the free-throw line. 

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Leo gritted his teeth when he fell back onto the ground. One of his teammates quickly came to his aide and helped him up off the ground.

“You alright man?”

Leo nodded looking stoic as ever even after he just fell on his ass in front of everyone.

The ref blew the whistle carding the person who had knocked Leo down from mid-air. “Number eight pushing,”

Number eight was Leo’s rival. The kid was much taller than Leo and nearly growled at him after being called out. “Come on!”

Leo did nothing but stare in silence when he got scolded by his coach. His eyes shifted to the crowd where he expected to see you.

Sadly his eyes never landed on you that game.

This was his final game and he won again. The next time he plays it will be as a high school student because he did intend to continue the sport.

“Leo congratulations~” A few girls from his class caught him after he had taken the picture with his team and asked if they too could take a picture with him.

He had no objections as he simply stood and waited for them to take a selfie with him. His talkative teammates/friends were closeby to witness the scene. “So he’s athletic, smart, and good with girls?”

“Guess so.”

“I’m so jealous! What did he even say to get them?”

The other shrugged knowing 100% of the conversations Leo has are never initiated by him. “Nothing, guess girls just really like the mysterious silent type.”

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When Leo came home he found you sleeping on the couch. Your purse was crossed over your chest, your shoes on and the television on. This had happened before.

Leo knew you were tired from working so much. You justified taking a nap by making sure you were ready to run out the door the moment you woke up- hence the purse and shoes.

This had happened before when he asked you for a computer and you went above and beyond by buying him the most ridiculously expensive computer. Being a single parent, single-income household meant you made all the money.

Now that he thought about it, Leo hated that about you. There was no need yet you always seemed to try and recompensate for something. He feared what that something was. He never dared say nor ask.

I don’t need it if I never had it. Words he kept to himself but often thought when people tried to coax him into new things that didn’t interest him.

The young boy let his heavy sports bag fall to the ground yet you did not move. He went further by opening and closing doors as loudly as possible but still no reaction.

Feeling a little sore from his side, where the kid elbowed him, Leo went for an icepack. He sat down beside you in the small space you had left unoccupied and put his feet up on the coffee table as he held the ice in place.

After flipping through a few channels he noted you began to stir.

“Huh, what time is it- Leo?” Your eyes nearly bulged out seeing your son was already home. “Did I miss it!”

He nodded.

Suddenly you were sulking throwing yourself back into the cushions with an exasperated sigh. “How could I miss your final game... I’m a horrible mother.”

Leo practically slammed the ice pack on your forehead to negate your response but all it did was anger you.

“Why do you have this? Did something happen to you?”

He reluctantly pulled his shirt up exposing the purplish bruise on his side.

“My poor baby,” you gasped placing the ice back on it. “How did this happen? Was it number eight? I hope the ref saw it.”

Again he nodded to assure you this foul had been called out.

“Still, harming my precious son-” you chocked back tears feeling helpless. He didn’t know it but all his life you had been paranoid about him being hurt. Illionaire and Kylie were always in the back of your mind.

If she was ever curious enough to look for you again surely she would see that Leo was indeed Joonkyung’s son. The thought alone nearly kept you from sleeping at night. It was your reason for moving when he began primary school.

You pushed all negative thoughts aside when you noticed Leo staring at you. “Oh, right I almost forgot.” Leaving him alone for a second you retreated into your bedroom to fetch a colorfully wrapped box.

Leo stared at the item as you placed it on his lap.

“Open it.”

He meticulously pulled at the tape salvaging the wrapping paper not because it was how he usually went about gift wrapping but because it was easy to see you had haphazardly wrapped it in a way where the tape wasn’t completely set.

“You’re no fun, Leo.”

The young teenage boy rolled his eyes. The final piece was removed and he saw the familiar black box of an expensive basketball shoe brand. Now he knew why you had been working so much.

He gave you an unreadable look which worried you. “What? Weren’t those the ones you wanted? I saw you looking at them when we were shopping last week.”

He nodded, sure he liked them but he didn’t need them. His current shoes were fine. It wasn’t until your shoulders fell that he realized this was obvious on his face. “I like them.”

Three words and your smile was back. “I’m so glad,” you wrapped your arms around him tightly not minding at all that he didn’t return it. “I promise I won’t miss another game.”

A long silence took over until your ears perked up hearing his muffled voice.

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

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Dok2 avoided Kylie like the plague now that she was constantly flaunting her daughter around. That meant he went home less than before and he was rarely there, to begin with.

But unfortunately, sometimes he ran into her when he would pick up his son. It wasn’t spoken of but he had moved out to his own place where he often took his son. He was old enough to start learning about the business he would inherit so that’s what Dok2 did. 

“Hello Joonkyung, did you come for my son?”

“He’s going to stay with me for a while.”

Kylie looked legitimately upset and confused. “What?”

“Hey Dad,” Ji-hoon came down the marble stairs tapping away at his phone with a duffel bag on his shoulder. “Bye Mom.”

“When did you start deciding things on your own?”

Ji-hoon sighed angrily, “Since you stopped giving a damn about what I do.” His mother hardly ever paid attention to him, leaving him to do as he pleases. The only time he mattered was whenever his father was being mentioned.

He became painfully aware of the kind of relationship his parents had when his sister was born. He began doing all sorts of things for attention, all bad until now. He realized no matter what he did his mother could care less.

“The high school I want to go to is near Dad’s house anyway so it will be better if I stay with him.”

Even Dok2 was caught off guard by that confession. He thought he was picking his son up for a few days, not a permanent living adjustment. “Ji-hoon-”

“What, are you going to deny me too?”

Dok2 and Kylie looked to each other for a response, neither knowing what to do.

-end-

A/N: I tried to keep it a secret and make it suspenseful but I think everyone knows who Leos’ rival is.

[missblissy]

SO I ACCIDENTLY DELETED THE ASK BUUT! Anon asked about my OCs so here they are ;v;

These are my two important children. I do not have their demon forms drawn out yet because THIS IS A VERY OLD REF OF THEM ((I drew this in 2017. I do not have a working tablet but im GETTING ONE FOR CHRISTMAS SO IM GONNA BE DRAWING AGAIN SOON!! This is just their general bio, not necessarily Hazbin hotel))

Sage Helvig:

Age: 26 Gender: Female Race: Mixed. Japanese/Europen Descent.   Status: Alive Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: Smol Height: 4′9″ Weight: 160 lbs Skin: White Hair: Long black hair that stops above her waist, wavy but little to nose curls Eyes: Blue Other defining features/extra anatomy: Has many piercings on her ears, both ears are completely covered with piercings. Voice: Soft-spoken and relatively monotone. Doesn’t express a lot of emotions when speaking. Often mistaken for being tired. Style: POP PUNK!!! EDGY!!! EMO!!!!

Loves/Favorites: - Tol Husband - Magic/Pagan worship - Japanese cuisine and culture - Archery/Bowhunting - Studying Mythology - Pepsi ((She’s addicted)) - ALL BREAKFAST FOOD - And fruits. She prefers fruit over candy - Chemistry - Cleaning ((It’s a form of therapy for her)) - Science ((in general)) - Crabs ((She keeps them as pets and thinks they are the cutest things every)) - Winter and Fall - Swords/Daggers/Blades

Hates: - Candy, like unnaturally sweet things ((like taffy, lemon drops, sour patch kids, etc etc)) - Math - Cooking - Most internet culture. - Evil/Dark spirits/Demons ((Anything malevolent)) - People who don’t know how to shut up about cars - Bugs - Spring and Summer

Hobbies: - Studying different culture’s mythology/history/religions. - Witchcraft/Spellcasting - Demon slaying - Archery - Chemistry - Swordsmanship

Hopes/Dreams: - To one day rid the world of all demonic and malevolent spirits. - Have a daughter of her own and raise her the way she was raised - To become a skilled and honorable Demon Slayer

Fears/Nightmares: - Anything bad happening to Van or her brother - Death - Demonic possession ((Ya know, being possessed and shit)) - Hurting the innocent. - Getting sent to Hell

Best Quality: - She is a skilled Demon Slayer who has seen more combat than the average person. She used a mix of a short bow, rapier and magical abilities when hunting and fighting demons and spirits Greatest Flaw: - She doesn’t put enough trust and faith into those around her. She struggles with taking on to much at once and burning herself out. She tries to hard to fix everything by herself and tends to push the people she cares most away from her. How does the character picture himself/herself? - She doesn’t see or view herself as the legend she is slowly becoming. She’s very humble and feels as though she is at the bottom of the ladder when it comes to anything she does. There is always room for improvement. How do others see him/her? - One of the best Demon Slayers there are out there, many people are fame struck when the come meet her because she is from a long demon slayer that dates back to some of the earliest centries of human culture and society. This causes her and Van to move a lot.

Most valued possession: - The rapier sword that she was gifted too by her father as he died from a fatal wound during a battle with a demon. It is the same rapier sword that she used to kill said demon that murdered her father.

Is he/she motivated by possibility or necessity? - Necessity. She knows that she is needed because there are so few people left on the planet with gifts like hers ((I.e Magical abilities)) How does he/she view the future and/or the past? - Sage thinks there is a grim future for humanity and has little faith in those around her. She tries not to think about the past either but uses it as motivation to keep moving forward. What is his/her philosophy on life and death? - She fears death more than anything, only because she doesn’t know what kind of afterlife she will have. Sage doesn’t think death is the end, and believe there is life beyond death. She wants to live as long as she can, possibly growing old with Van. What kind of energy level do they usually have? Sleepy and depressed. She’s not a bubbly person and is very serious and stoic and quiet.

Does he/she have a temper? Yes but only if you push her to the edge or if she’s been cornered in some way.

Polite or rude? Rude Stingy or generous? Generous Leader or a follower? Leader More happy by themselves or in a group? By herself What is his/her sexual preference/experience/values? - Sage is bisexual, monogamous, and demisexual. Before she married Vanderlinde she dated both men and women. She doesn’t sleep around and find causal sex repulsive ((for her, she doesn’t care what other people do with their sex lives)) -History/Background- - Sage was born from a Japanese mother and a German father. She was born in Japan but her family moved around every few years due to being members of a secret society dedicated to exterminating demons. Her mother is still alive however her father died when she was 17 years old in a fatal battle with a Demon. - She has spent almost her entire life working for a secret society of demon slayers, which she took on as a full-time job after her father died. - Sage has an older half brother named Kael, they share the same mother but a different father. - She received formal schooling through the secret soceity she worked for. She was able to still get her high school education while traveling around the world to slay demons. - She met Vanderlinde when she was 20 years old and after just moving to the United States. Vanderlinde was a priest at the time and Sage had just enrolled in university for a chemistry degree. They quickly fell in love and Sage welcomed Vanderlinde into her secret society with open arms and Vanderlinde happily joined.

((There is so much more to Sage’s backstory I’m just TIRED and SLEEPY so this is all ya’ll get.))

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Vanderlinde Helvig:

Age: 31 Gender: Male Race: Cucasion, Scandinavian descent. Status: Alive Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: Tol Height: 6′0″ Weight: 230 lbs Skin: White Hair: Short blonde fluffy hair Eyes: Green Other defining features/extra anatomy: He has several tattoos, all of them are based of Nordic Mythology, Nordic Ruins, and Scandinavian Vikings Voice: Deep but soothing. Imagine what butter would sound like if it could talk.SMOOTH Style: Business Causal, he’s a professor so he wears a lot of dress shirts and sweaters. This boy loves his cashmere sweaters.

Loves/Favorites: - His smol wife - Music ((He loves pop punk, rock, grunge, metal, etc etc)) - THE LORD ALL MIGHTY - Sunday Prayer - His Students - Teaching - Nordic Mythology - Cooking - PEACE AND LOVE - Coffee and tea. - Summer and Fall - Going to concerts/rock shows - Motorcycles

Hates: - Spring and Winter - Unnecessary arguments/debates - People who refuse to educate themselves - Lazy Students - Grading paper work - People who don’t know how to drive - Demonic/Evil Spirits - Pepsi ((He’s a Coke-a-cola person)) - Alcohol ((And Drunk people. If you are drunk he won’t even try and talk to you))

Hobbies: - Reading - Writing ((He’s written many books about religious study books)) - Exploring the unknown ((He breaks your modern Indiana Jones tbh lmao)) - Providing Exorcisms/religious healing/cleanings - Working out/staying fit - Researching religions and mythology

Hopes/Dreams: - WORLD PEACE - That everyone can be happy and treated equally - To destroy every demonic/evil spirit - To have a child one day, just one. Doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl he’ll love them the same. - To be recognized worldwide for his work and struggles.

Fears/Nightmares: - Losing Sage ((In any way. Like if she’s killed or if she leaves him etc etc.)) - Becoming possessed and harming people. - The Devil/Lucifer/Satan - Demonic spirits ((He’s always afraid of them even if he’d confronted by them)) - Heights/Being up high - The ocean

Best Quality: - Vanderlinde is a very mild-mannered person. It’s hard to piss him off, he’s very calm and collective and has incredible control over his emotions. People often describe him with a “healing” personality and an “open mind.” Greatest Flaw: - He lets his fears control him. Too often he runs away from things that quiet literally scare him. He is not a fighter and doesn’t enjoy fighting, he’d rather run away defend himself or those around him. This often leads people to say he is cowardly. How does the character picture himself/herself? - Vanderlinde sees himself as a weak softy who can’t win a single physically fight. He doesn’t have a lot of self-confidence so he doubts himself and his skills way too much. He thinks he a push-over that anyone could walk all over. How do others see him/her? - Many people view Vanderlinde as an incredibly intelligent and kind professor who cares about his student’s education more than anything in the world. ((Next to his love for Sage)) People describe him as a very kind and loving person with a big heart.

Most valued possession: - His rosary, he carries it with him always. It was a gift to him from a priest that change his views on Christianity and other religions.

Is he/she motivated by possibility or necessity? - Necessity. Vanderlinde knows there aren’t enough people in the world fighting the dark forces. He knows it is his duty to educate the masses about what is going on when no one is looking. How does he/she view the future and/or the past? - Vanderlinde hopes for a pretty and peaceful future, a safe world where his child can grow up without fear. What is his/her philosophy on life and death? - Vanderlinde does not fear death, he knows that he is going to Hell anyway, so he might as well enjoy his life to the fullest until that day comes. What kind of energy level do they usually have? He’s very relaxed, calm and cool. He’s known for wearing a comforting smile and using healing words to lift people up and make them feel better about themselves.

Does he/she have a temper? No. Vanderlinde has incredible control over his emotions. Even when he’s pissed off he’s still nice, happy, and trying his best to please others.

Polite or rude? Polite Stingy or generous? Generous Leader or a follower? Leader More happy by themselves or in a group? By himself What is his/her sexual preference/experience/values? - Vanderlinde is a straight monogamous male. He’s experimented before here and there but he prefers women for the most part. He is very private about his sex life and gets very uncomfortable when people talk/ask about it. -History/Background- - Vanderlinde grew up in an orphanage for wayward boys, he never knew his parents and refuses to look into them. He was born in the United States. He doesn’t want to know why or how he ended up at the orphanage. It was run by a Catholic church, where he grew up with a deep faith in the Lord. He began to question his faith when the Priest he looked up to had passed away. - Around 18 years old Vanderlinde left the orphanage and went on a soul searching journal across the United State. He was homeless during this time as he traveled cross country, drinking, doing drugs and learning about all different types of faith. When he turned 20 he turned back to the Church and became a priest for the next five years. - He met Sage when he was 25, she was 20 at the time. Because she was a pagan witch, Vanderlinde was punished for getting himself involved with her. At the same time, he also got in trouble for researching other religions other than Christianity. He chose to renounce his priesthood and left the church because he did not agree with their rules. After that, Vanderlinde worked towards becoming a professor at the local university where he could freely research and teach others - After he fell in love with Sage, Vanderlinde joined her secret society, more than happy to join a cause he believed in and was willing to fight for.

((Again, there is so much more to Vanderlinde’s back story but Im just so tired and I wanted to quickly summarize the 20 pages I have for these two dorks.))

[space-whalesharks]

So that last post about it got attention so here’s Part 1 the Fake Dating /The Ref    John/Deputy AU I’ve been talking about for months. Figured I best  bite the bullet and get going on it. 

Helpless: 

Intent on making the Deputy say yes, he decides to use her family against her. He has her mother flown into the county, claiming to be the Deputy’s boyfriend who wants to surprise her with a family reunion. The Deputy arrives expecting trouble and plays along to keep her mother safe. But when it turns out that John’s also invited her father along, John realizes he vastly underestimated just how much drama a family other than his can have. He picked one Hell of a family to fake-date into. 

Deputy Nicolette Raylan sidled along the gardens dotting the exterior of Seed Ranch. She had been summoned there by John himself hours ago, somehow on her private channel. It had been a simple request, come to the Ranch to discuss ‘a deal involving your Atonement.’ 

It was the biggest, most obvious trap she had seen in the county so far. She had always been one to go in guns blazing to spring said traps in order to diffuse a situation. But this… this was a little too good to be true. 

There were no guards around. She hadn’t found any traces of snipers. The place had half of its floodlights out. And then the stranger bits: the sandbags were gone, the mounted gun was gone, and the crates of Bliss and God knew what else were nowhere to be found. 

The place looked like your average McMansion now. The distinct “Danger, Will Robinson!” vibe it gave off was missing for once.  It was other-wordly. 

Go figure, the place looking normal set off all sorts of red flags. 

She made two more sweeps around the perimeter and found the same result. No guards, no guns, no nothing. The only evidence that the house was being lived in was the glow from the lights inside. 

Something was definitely wrong. She went over to the entryway into the great room and reached to open one of the doors, only to hear it unlock right as she reached for it. Not one to give John the satisfaction of thinking he had the upper hand, she rushed forward, one hand unclipping the .44 at her hip, the other raised to punch him in the face- 

In the blink of an eye, there was a firm press of fingers at the small of her back that guided her forward and slowed her advance all at once, and another hand that smacked the .44 down and away. 

Most importantly however, there was also a warm, insistent press of lips against hers. 

Her eyes flew open at that particular detail and she let out an indignant squawk into said kiss when she realized John had been the instigator. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the FUCK. 

John pulled back before she had the chance to deliver the slap she had pulled her hand back for, caught her hand, and then brought it up between them and practically caressed it with his own. “Dear, you’re home. It’s good to see you. Hope your day wasn’t… that tough,” he declared loudly. Too loudly. Even for him. 

She scowled. “Oh, you of all people should know how bad it was, you f-” 

He put two fingers to her lips to stop her, and she had half a mind to reach up and break them, but the confused part of her who knew that would deter getting answers won over. 

“I do understand. And that’s why I arranged a little surprise for you. It’ll make everything better. I promise,” John insisted. He crossed behind her in order to close the doors, and when she stepped back, content to say ‘fuck it’ and run, he caught her around the waist and pushed her further into the room. 

She scowled at him. It was the first thing he done that didn’t seem bizarre.

There was a warning in his tone, she had known his voice and inflection well enough to know that. But that was the first thing that remotely made sense. Why was he being so cheery? Why the fuck had he kissed her? Her radio wasn’t around, none seemed to be planted anywhere- what was his goal? Her train of thought promptly derailed when he took her hands in his and started guiding her towards the side door. He held firm when she tried to squeeze out of his grip.  

He set her with a look that was nearly as hypnotic as Joseph looking at her and she had the absurd thought to be impressed until he stopped walking and looked off to the side.

She followed his gaze and nearly choked on her own tongue. 

The answer to most of her questions was sitting at the dining table in the back.  A woman with wavy greying black hair and green eyes- an aged mirror of her own face- looked up at her and smiled. 

Nicolette’s  heart plummeted accordingly. “Mom?!” 

“Honey! Hi!” Isabelle Raylan beamed and got to her feet. She pulled her daughter into a hug. 

Nicolette pulled her in closer and made a point to move so her body was between her mother and John. 

Stranger yet, John seemed to move away from them on his own accord- no looming with the intent to intimidate, no leaning forward in order to make a point, not anything. 

None of this made sense. What the Hell was her mother doing here? What the Hell had John planned? How was she still alive in his company? Was he planning on killing her in front of her? Christ, she couldn’t go through anything like that night again. She looked at John for a moment, and he gave a predatory grin over her mother’s shoulder. So this was one of his games. She was going to have to play if she wanted to get herself and her mother out of there alive, that much was certain. 

Nicolette released Isabelle from the hug and looked her up and down. “Are you okay? Did he-” 

Isabelle seemed none the wiser to her daughter’s concerns. “I’m fine, a little jetlagged, but otherwise happy to be here.” 

Nicolette gave her another once over. No injuries, she didn’t looked drugged- or Blissed. She was the picture of health. “Jetlagged…?” Nicolette began. “Hap…?” No one was happy to be in Hope County anymore. 

Isabelle looked from her to John. “My, you really did surprise her.” 

To her own surprise again, Nicolette looked at John and waited for an explanation that she was sure he’d have- with hardly veiled threats thrown in to boot. 

John stepped forward. “Well, I know how hard our girl works, and I figured she could use the mental break, so I pulled some strings and had home flown to her for the holidays instead of the other way around.” 

Nicolette opened her mouth, ready to fire off the new set of questions that sentence spurred- and then she chose to focus on ‘our girl’ in that sentence. ‘Our girl.’ He had kissed her.  Her mother was unharmed and happy to be there. And oblivious to any danger. What. The. Fuck. 

“How sweet,” Isabelle replied smoothly. 

John offered up what would’ve been a charming smile to those who didn’t know better- case in point her mother. He looked between them, then clapped over-enthusiastically. “Where are my manners. Mrs. Raylan, can I offer you a glass of anything? Water, wine? What’s your poison?” 

Nicolette wanted to strangle the man when his grin went downright evil at the last word. She turned to her mother. “I can get it for you.” 

“Nonsense. Your mother is my guest, Dear.” 

“And she’s my mother, John,” Nicolette countered through clenched teeth. 

Isabelle looked between them briefly, concerned. “I’m fine as is, I don’t need anything.” 

“It’s no trouble. Besides, my very brave cop girlfriend just got home from work and needs to relax as much as her mother does after a long day of travel.” 

Nicolette scowled at him, then when she saw her mother look between them expectantly, she figured out a way to get out of the situation. “Bags!” she blurted. “Mom, did you bring luggage with you?” 

“Oh, yes, it’s right over here-” Isabelle motioned at the suitcase in the corner. 

“Great. We’ll bring it to the guestroom.” There were probably five.  She took the suitcase.  “Excuse us, Mom. John, let’s go.” She grabbed John by the arm and yanked him over to the archway on the other side of the room and into a second living room- because of course John was that rich- she picked an adjoining door and shoved him inside, hoping it was anything bigger than a closet. 

It ended up being a bathroom, but she would take what she could get. 

She whirled on him. “You’re taking my mother hostage?! What happened to waiting for me to say yes?! What happened to not forcing it like your siblings?!” 

Charming facade gone, John slipped right back into that thinly veiled air of danger around him was back. “I considered the fact that having a familiar face around might ease your mind and have you hear us out.” 

“So you threaten my mother.” 

“Oh, I don’t threaten, Deputy. I don’t want to harm her. Or you. I’ve told you that.  We only want you to see things our way.”

“What, and if I say yes, she goes home?” 

“If she wants. Maybe I’ll make a convert of her, too.” 

Nicolette advanced on him. “Stay away from her.” 

John put his hands up in mock surrender. “Won’t interact more than necessary. Scout’s honor.” 

“You were never a scout,” she countered. “That’s more Jacob’s speed.” 

“He’s a modern one. We never had the time to be scouts back in the day,” John objected. 

Nicolette laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry, is the murderous psychopath giving a shitty attempt at a sympathy grab?” 

His answer was instantaneous and sounded far too rehearsed: “I never kill people.” 

“Tell that to Rae-Rae, Alex, and everybody else who crossed you,” she countered. 

“Well, you haven’t crossed me. Not yet.” 

“That’s not helping this.” She opened the door back up and went down the hall opening every door on each side of the hallway before she found a bedroom- not remotely extravagant enough to be his. She set the luggage down and turned sharply and nearly collided with his chest in the process.  “So how long do you plan to keep her your guest? I’m guessing I’m stuck here just as long. No, scratch that. I am. I’m not leaving her alone with you.” 

“She’s retired, is she not? As long as it takes.” 

“She doesn’t like relaxing for too long. She’ll get tired of this place after two weeks.” 

“Then for both of your sakes, I hope it takes you two weeks to see the light.” 

“Never,” she snapped. “And if you don’t expect my people to come to my rescue if it comes to that-” 

“Then they along with your mother will die,” John cut her off, and grinned when her face fell. “So I highly suggest you play nice, at least for now, and maybe I’ll let you go warn them off in person.  I highly suggest you convince her to stay longer. I’m doing this for you. I could’ve had her down in my bunker, but I chose comfort. Remember that, Dearest.” 

“Fuck off.” 

John’s grin widened again, then immediately turned on his heel and left the room. He turned back around the corner and went through the door leading back to the great room. He leaned over the railing. “I realized that was extremely rude of us to leave you here. Allow me to give you a tour.”  He descended the staircase, and Nicolette had to stop from gagging when the bastard offered her his elbow.

She couldn’t help the brief pained look when Isabelle looked from his elbow, to him, let out an impressed little “Oh”, and hooked her arm around his. She raised her eyebrows at Nicolette. Of course he would manage to charm her mother in seconds. Of course. 

Nicolette caught John’s warning look over Isabelle’s shoulder and forced a smile. “Great.” 

John led them back into the main part of the house, and Nicolette resigned herself to whatever kind of fate she was about to get into. At least this meant she could get a decent idea of a floorplan to tell the Resistance if they ever raided the place. 

[churchsplayground]

“Symbiotes are aggressive creatures, we are tasked with the duty of controlling them. Zachary is my host and is my job is to protect him while he does so… Maybe I’ll get it right this time.”

The Bishop Symbiote - LF Symbiotes

Bishop is only 33 years old, having been spawned at the life foundation (1986) as part of an anti-symbiote project. They are considered the youngest of the siblings, however, they all are the same age, except the Knight symbiote.

Bishop is referred to as He/Him currently, however, this is subjective and based only on their current host's gender. They do not retain any personal preferences.. or at least are not supposed to.

Bishop has a fixed height of 7′2″ as a humanoid, it does not change despite the host. -

Bishop lives at the LF with his siblings and parent symbiote in a special container just for him.

Bishop is a timid, shy symbiote often getting nervous around new people or even other symbiotes. He doesn’t often get out, mainly he lives at the LF in a special container and only comes out for ‘missions’. He’s very easy to pick on and is often the target of his siblings fun. Even going as far as getting nervous from his own host on a regular basis.

Bishop is very smitten with love for his host, Zachary, however, he sees no interest in his alien teammate and is lovestruck for Rook’s host, Noah. Now, it’s not like his host even knows that there’s a certain alien fawning over him, Bishop keeps himself hidden knowing it is very wrong for him to feel any way at all, it’s very possible neither he or his host recognize them as being capable to feel.

Bishop is very robotic in a sense when it comes to his feelings and personality however it is easy to cause extreme distress to him, and very easy to show his true feelings. Bishop, however, will not acknowledge this as his actual self and will correct himself if caught doing this or he catches himself doing this.

Bishop is very unaware of current day knowledge and doesn’t know what most things are. This including mannerisms/social cues, everyday items or activities, he, however, is a huge nerd in the things he knows, those being from his host or was taught at the LF. Bishop is the smartest symbiote in the project rivaling even the humans. Not bad for a supposedly ‘non-sentient alien goo pile’.

If you noticed Bishop wears a hood! He’s really self-conscious about just about everything about himself and completely refuses to take it off or leave it off. Knowing this his sibling will pull it off his head every time they can just to get him worked up.

He really, REALLY likes chocolate only getting a taste on one special occasion. Since it considered unnecessary to his current diet, which provides everything he needs he has not tasted it since. He can live on mush and rabbits alone, he’s been doing it for 33 years already, he doesn’t know what anything else tastes like.

Bishop’s hood does, in fact, have a name! It’s Bakemono or just “Mono” for short. Its a secret… don’t tell anyone! He thought it would be nice to give them a name since they are one of his bestest of friends, or rather… his only friend.  

Bishop takes surprisingly well to foreign symbiotes, he’s very unlike his siblings who would probably be going into attack mode he just stands there starring dumbly probably because he’s a pacifist or maybe because he just doesn’t know what to do besides calling his siblings over to get them.

Bishop and his host work as special intel gatherers for their team and the LF, often tasked with gathering info on people, groups or ‘enemy’ symbiotes since his skills set him up at being a wonderful spy.

Bishop is extremely protective of his host… for reasons.

Bonus: Bishop is one of the only symbiotes in his family that has five claws, besides Knight. Pawn, Rook, and his parent symbiote all have only 4 claws on each hand, assumingly some weird symbiote mutation in his family line.

Bonus: ...probably a weeb. Did you see what this loser named his hood?

Symbiote Specific Abilities:

Bishop is capable of turning semi-invisible with the ‘help’ of their hood, only semi-invisible because it’s easy to spot them if you’re actually looking for him otherwise they are not very noticeable.

Along with being able to blend in, they are able to mimic scents/smells or mask their own scent/smell. This is used in the special application of deterring animals such as guard dogs but does not have further use... unless you want a symbiote air freshener.

Bishop is able to change the shape of their hood in order to minorly mimic forms or (animals) some including, dogs, or large ominous creatures with the use of their hood patterning. The main application is as a scare tactic or animals or humans alike.

Minor - Bishop for some reason is deathly quiet when doing anything.

Minor - Semi self-protection: Their hood can be used as a thick layer to protect from sharp objects or bullets, however, this is limited and can cause pain to the host from the impact or multiple impacts.

Minor - The power of Shy!: Shy tall symbiote, he’ll capture your heart in a moment. Don’t act like you don’t love a shy alien trying not to get nervous and flustered around you. He can barely handle not getting nervous around his host.

Minor - “Weapons”: Much like his sibling he is able to form blades from himself, however, he does not use them seeing he is a pacifist. If he did, his weapon would range between long blades or even a scythe one. However, until he does decide to withdraw from his ways, that’s not happening. Ever.

Human Host - Zachary “Zack” Ohenn

Zack is 5’6” and of the latest is 24 years old.

Zachary has been working for LF for 3 years now, previously an engineer student intern, Zack was a transfer from an LF partnering organization sent to work on the project due to his skill set being needed. He’s the newest recruit to the team. -

Hims wears glasses, he’s as blind as a bat.

Zack is not Bishop’s first host, unlike the other LF symbiotes who’s previous hosts retired, Bishops host died during the project. Details are currently known to him as the LF refuses to release them or acknowledge the incident. Maybe it’s just a thing to spook him made up by his teammates, or maybe it’s true. Only Bishop can truly confirm or deny, it seems he refuses to think about it.

Zack works on the team as a co-leader to Noah handling most of the hard paperwork, he acts like a work office intern more than anything. But he honestly doesn’t mind doing the work, its totally worth it in the long run.

Zack may or maybe not have a crush on Noah.

Zack often can be seen trying to have convo’s with his symbiote, however, Bishop doesn’t often know what he is talking about. For these reasons, he tends to gush over Noah to him. Bishop just listens, making small remarks back, his host for some reason never seems to fully catch what he says.

Zack was told the symbiotes are not capable of human thinking or feeling, he, however, is starting to doubt this as he further talks to his symbiote. Is it possible LF has lied?

Zack is somewhat aware of the LF’s corruption but often questions some of the tasks they are set to do. Zack doesn’t want to be too nosy seeing what happened to Edan (the host Knight/Church was originally planned to be bonded to in the LF symbiote project). This is way too important for him to get kicked out now.

< Special Notes - LF issued Warnings:

This symbiote is considered to be under special watch due to previous host incidents.

This symbiote has been observed as being nonaggressive and has been seen preventing hosts from causing majorly bodily harm to other beings. However, seems to be cooperative when assisting others [LF symbiotes] in these actions.

Due to the [2016] symbiote incident. This symbiote is not to be taken off grounds unless instructed or permission is granted. >

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Sorry for the long wait on these, I’ve been a little down lately! I’ll be posting the others soon enough. If I’m lucky enough to be blessed with time.

As always if you’d like to know more about them you can always ask here. I always answer, unless the ask gets eaten or I’m stumped for an answer.

Also ~ In the keep reading undercut, you can find more 2 more drawings such as his host and a full body ref bc he’s wearing a hood and it doesn’t show his patterns!!

Timestamp: January 12th, 2020 Related Links/Continuations: Siblings Ref - Pawn

- BISHOP FULL BODY REF 2020 -

Significance: What he looks like with no hood, bc I even have a hard time remembering for drawings. Please ignore the line it's killing me inside.

- LF SYM HOSTS GROUP PICTURE - 

Significance: A group drawing of all the LF symbiote hosts. This including Zack as a half drawing, meant to showcase all the hosts just having a group photo. This is included in all the symbiotes refs.

Left to Right: Zachary Ohenn (Bishop), Noah Keil (Rook), Amy Bergg (Pawn)

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Maternal Instinct

So I was around 14 at this point, I was living with my foster carer, lets call her Sarah, and our 3 dogs. My biological brother lived with us too, but he stayed in college in a different county. We lived in the south of Scotland, close to the English-Scottish border in a newly built house. Sarah's son lived next door with his own family, and her daughter was moving up into her newbuild with her family from the south of England.

So the first occurence happened on a Friday night, me and Sarah were watching tv downstairs with all 3 dogs lying somewhere in the room, all of them were away from the door. A bunch of ads came on, so I looked away and started talking to the dogs. That's when I saw her. The woman in the black dress and long dark hair. She gracefully passed the open door oppposite me. In shock, I turned to Pat and asked her if she had seen the woman too. Now, I've always had an active imgination, so she just put what I saw down to that. She also said that the house cannot be haunted because it's a newbuild, nobody has died in the house. So I agreed with her and pushed it to the back of my mind.

A few months later, another foster kid came to live with us. For the sake of anonymity, I'll call her Louise. She was 2 years older than me, but we got along, there was no fighting between us. We had finished watching Nanny McPhee with one of Sarah's grandsons, who was 3 at this point. About 20 minutes after the movie ended, he asked us:

"Why is Nanny McPhee the kitchen sink?"

At first, I thought he was playing pretend, so I shook it off. I had told Louise about the ghost woman already, and it was her that made the connection between the woman and Nanny McPhee. When she mentioned it, it hit me. Nanny McPhee wears a black dress. The ghost woman was also wearing a black dress. The hair doesn't match, but the kitchen had no lights on at the time and it was about 6:30pm in late November.

A few weeks after that, I had a dream about this ghost. In the dream, I left my house to find everything outside was in Sepia tones, as if I were walking in an old photograph. I look around and see old market stalls, traders, ect. But then I saw her. The Ghost woman. She was walking up what's now the driveway with a pram. She looked alive in and happy, until 4 men wearing old fashioned tuxedo suits came and stole her baby. She was screaming at them to give her baby back. I tried to run up and help her but another man in a tux stopped me. One of the original 4 shot her with a pistol, and everything disapeared, the sepia tones were gone, but it still wasn't quite the present time. It looked about early 1940's time, but my house was there. I walked through my front door and saw that the interior was that of an old barn. The woman, witha single bullet hole in her forehead, was lying in the hay. I said something, I cant remember what it was, but it made her jolt. She eventually looked straight at me, screaming at me to help her. I didn't know how to, so I started to cry. She just kept screaming "My Baby!" and "They've stolen him!" Needless to say I woke up in a panic.

I told Sarah about this dream, and her response was to ask a psycologist to come out to see me. This psycologist had worked with my brother in the past, so kind of knew me. After the appointment, he told her that I didn't seem to have anything wrong with my mind.

Around Christmas time, which was a few weeks after the appointment, I overheard Sarah telling her son and his wife about everything that happened. Then his wife told her about a ghost woman she would see at night, standing at the foot of her bed. She said the ghost would wake her up when one of their kids was crying. Whoever this woman was, I don't think she means any harm. She just wants to make sure that children on the land are safe, which is really sweet.

Rest in Peace, mystery woman. We love you.

source: https://www.reddit.com/r/trueghoststories/comments/7hlfdz/the_harmless_woman/?ref=share&ref_source=link