#oh the fatal human condition

[asytherii]

21 pages into Emily Wilson’s introduction to her translation of The Iliad and already feeling absolutely stripped raw and entirely gutted.

I love how you can genuinely feel how much love and dedication went into the process of translating this beautiful piece of literature. I’ve been looking forward to reading for so long and when a friend gifted me the book over Christmas I was dead set on it being my first read of the new year.

I’ve got her translation of the Odyssey lined up for number two 🫡

[mncxbe]

Hi I love your blog!!

Was wondering If could request a fydor and his wife who gave birth to a son and how she’ll react when she find out what fydors been doing and she rans away with her son and later fydor finds out and finds her after some years.

You can decide what happens but Ty and take care.

Yess ofc. I did this as in character as possible tbh and it's a bit fast paced but I hope you like it♡♡

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3:42 a.m

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: slight angst♤

Despite popular belief, Fyodor actually loved you. Looking back he doesn't really know what exactly fascinated him that much: you were a simple young woman fresh out of college, working a nine-to-five job at a local coffee shop. Perhaps your normality was what has drawn him to you.

There was nothing spectacular about your looks either except your eyes: shoulder length black hair, a fairly regular built, but oh those eyes... pools of dark like black lakes, flaked with silvery spots. Looking into your eyes was like stargazing, the whole universe hidden in those two orbs.

The only truly remarkable aspect about you was your innate ability to lean new languages. You came to Russia when you were 19 and when Fyodor met you three years later your Russian was perfect.

Seven months after the two of you met he proposed; and you accepted. It was impulsive and wrong in a way. Neither of you knew much about the other and that's exactly the reason why your relationship was doomed from the beginning.

Nevertheless Fyodor adored you. He poured every ounce of humanity and hope he had left in you and your marriage. Words cannot explain how happy he was when you told him you were pregnant too. It gave him hope, a bright future to look forward to, maybe even a chance to leave the Decay of Angels.

But this vision he had shattered the day you left, taking your son with you. You had finally found out about his crimes, his sins; and this was his punishment. He didn't bother to look for you. Maybe it was for the best that you were gone. He realized how greedy and stupid he was: to want both your love and to succeed in his plans. Your departure was simply a consequence of his own actions but knowing that didn't numb the pain of his loss.

With each lonely night that passed you felt farther from him and soon enough he became desensitized; feelings and attachments only brought suffering and disappointment. They were the fatal flaw of human condition. So he pushed them in the back of his mind, locked them in a mental safe and threw away the key.

After you left he gave it all to his organization; there was nothing holding him back from commiting the most horrendous crimes and he loved it. Looking back, you were merely a distraction.

And then he went to Yokohama to play his part in the great plan. He was finally away from his mother country so the last string that tied him to you was cut.

Or so he thought.

It was a fine autumn afternoon, a thick layer of dead leaves hid most of the ground and crackled under Fyodor's feet. A light breeze carried a sweet, putrid scent mixed with exhaust gas.

Fyodor was walking through his favourite park when suddenly, a ball rolled in front of his feet. He ceased his motion, looking around for the owner of the ball when a little boy, around 5 years old, appeared in front of him.

"Sorry mister sir." uttered the boy as he crouched to grab the plastic ball with his slender hands. When the child straightened his back Fyodor caught a glimpse of his face and froze. It was as if he was looking at a miniature version of himself: violet eyes, pale skin, unkept dark hair that went a little past his jawline.

Was it...? But no, it couldn't be. It couldn't...

Just then your voice sounded from behind the little boy; it was as crystalling and soft as he remembered. He rose his eyes to look at you and the intensity of your gaze disarmed him. Of course you recognised him even after all these years, he looked virtually the same.

But you had changed: your hair was now long, dyed strawberry blonde and you were fitter, healthier but your eyes were the same. A pang a sadness pierced his soul like an arrow when he realized how well you were now that you left him.

"Akiro love please. Let's go home." you said in a shaky voice [and a flawless Japanese] as you grabbed the kid's arm and yanked him back, away from Fyodor. The plastic ball fell from the boy's hands and he let out a cry but you didn't stop walking.

And once again, Fyodor let you walk away. He watched as you stepped further down the alley, wrapping the beige jacket around your body with a hand as the other was loosely holding your son's fingers.

Hia gaze followed the two of you until you left the park. With slightly quivering fingers he picked up the ball from his feet and placed it in the inner pocket of his cloak before turning on his heels and walking back to his place.

[qdbs-writes]

Hey! I have bad English because I am not a native speaker, but I hope you understand me🥲

Can I request Rain, Kung Lag, Fujin, Raiden, Kuai Liang, Hanzo Hasashi, a Night Wolf with s/o who is the goddess of love, but at the same time she loves gambling and drinking?

Yes, I understand you perfectly! I hope you can understand this post, because I'm from Northern Ireland some of my work uses slang/coloqualisms that even Americans can struggle with, but I'm so pleased that non-native speakers can still access my writing! xxx

MK Lads x Love-Goddess!S/O Who Drinks and Gambles

Rain

Doesn't see any contradictions in your status as a Love Goddess and your hobbies. You're a god, who's dating a (very handsome and powerful) god, and you drink and gamble, nothing wrong there. In fact, he enjoys that he can relax around you, you prove that gods can still have fun!

Kung Lao

Thinks he can beat you in drinking and gambling, oh how wrong he is. By the time Lao is facing near-fatal levels of alcohol poisoning on the floor, he comes to understand that deities can't really get drunk, and that he was a fool for underestimating you.

Fujin

Canonically, Fujin also likes to get drunk and gamble, what a match made in heaven! The best part is bringing along your mortal friends on a night out, their drunken antics can keep the two of you entertained for millennia.

Raiden

Respects love as a vital part of life and the human condition but might have an issue with your habits if they affect how others (especially mortals) see him. It doesn't exactly bode well if the guardian of Earthrealm's S/O is out every night cleaning out bars and casinos. He may ask that you rein it back for his sake.

Kuai Liang (Sub Zero)

Is very honoured to be the partner of a Love Goddess, but is concerned by your drinking and gambling. Gambling is not inherently wrong and is actually a popular hobby throughout most of the Chinese diaspora, but drinking and gambling is what he has a problem with. Alcohol isn't a great habit for anyone to have, and he thinks as a god you should show a better example.

Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion)

The Japanese culturally link alcohol consumption to success, so he has no problem with your drinking. However, gambling is a different story. Being an immortal deity does give you an unfair advantage, and Hanzo doesn't like that you can so easily strip mortals of all their life savings, and he'd ask that you only play on low-stakes bets.

Grey Cloud (Nightwolf)

The Native American community isn't fond of being linked to gambling and alcohol. Knowing your loving nature, Grey will educate you on the dark history Native Americans share with European alcohol and why so many casinos are built on reservations. He's hoping that your love for him will make you rethink your habits and how they've negatively impacted his community.

[brucewaynehater101]

They 100% named themselves Drakes just to snicker internally whenever someone calls them that like, "you're so close, so *so* close but not quite dear." As for if he comes back to life or not, I was thinking that he comes back at the expense of his own feathers and it's one of the few ways to kill a Phoenix. If he is killed, one of his larger flight feathers (either wings or tail) will burn up and he revives with the injury fully healed. Something that would be fatal given time (such as a slit throat that causes them to slowly bleed out) would cost him one of his downy feathers. They can use multiple (3 to7 depending on severity) downy feathers instead of one flight feather. The bigger the injury, the bigger the feather needed to recover from it. If you strip a Phoenix of all it's feathers and *then* kill it, it will stay dead.

Tim has 100% nearly or actually died on patrol multiple times, but his hidden feathers brought him back. This is part of why he can never tell his family. Could you imagine the fall out of him saying, "yeah, if I wasn't a Phoenix, I would have died on patrol and missions at least 14 times"? That shit would not end well for *anyone*, least of all Tim or Bruce.

As for if they can hide as humans, oh boy do I have a juicy idea for that which has to do with Tim's emotional repression. Everyone who knows about them knows they can hide as humans on one condition. Phoenix are know for their tempers and when they loose it and start screaming and fighting due to anger, their wings instinctively pop out to help them because they're just *to angry* to even consider holding the glamor. Tim was taught at a very young age that loosing his cool could mean death, or something so, so much worse than death. Tim can't get angry with his family, he can't have screaming fights with them, he has to regard them with almost cold indifference when they argue, giving no more reaction than an angry huff or pinching his brow. He can't scream or swear or punch like they do when they get mad. He doesn't have that option. Because if he does, if he does let go and tear into them for everything they have ever done to him, he is going to flare his wings in an attempt of an intimidation display and they will *know*.

Damn. Tim having to repress his emotions not just because that's what he was taught from a young age and it's never emotionally safe to do so. There's that plus the added stress of his actual survival being contingent on his ability to repress emotions.

There are a few side effects to him constantly suppressing his emotions. One, he wouldn't be able to feel happy emotions as deeply either. If he fully felt happy and relaxed around his loved ones, he'd switch into anger/hurt more easily. Obviously, he can't do this. Two, he doesn't allow himself to be hurt by what fucked up things happen to him. Three, he has a harder time connecting with people. People tend to see his emotional distance as a lack of care/love. That's not true, but he struggles to outwardly express his emotions.

I like the ideas you put for Tim healing and the added angst of why he doesn't tell his family what he truly is

[coralinnii]

Rook Hunt (slit mouthed woman!Reader x ghost hunter!Rook)

genre: minor horror

note: borderline obsessive/possessive behavior, (less) inaccurate French

summary: You missed the days where your immortal life was easier, when most people run at the sight of you. But, this creepy hunter keeps chasing you!

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“Ahh, ma belle tristesse! I found you~” 

You felt a shiver down your spine. You dreaded that this may happen but you were so sure he would leave you after months without an attack. You cursed at this man’s persistence. 

“Hunt” 

“Oh, I’m honored that the renowned beauty of horror remembers me~” 

You let out a sigh as you looked to see an empty alleyway. Your target must have ran off while you were distracted by the strange ghost hunter. It has been so long since the edge of your scissors met the flesh of some foolish human, to slice through their cheek to their ear with sadistic delight as the victim pitifully tried to claw at your grip.

Oh, those were the days

“How did you know I was here?” You asked him, wary of his next move. “I thought you would be bored after months of silence” 

Rook came to your hunting ground half a year ago after hearing about a string of attacks that left some scarred and/or dead and left many citizens of the town frightened for their lives. He was not the first ghost hunter to come in search of you (although he is the longest to have survived), but he was certainly the strangest. 

“How sneaky of you, ma trickster!” He smiled with a flourish of his hands towards you “After months of what seems to be a peaceful ceasing of attacks in the town, the folks have seemed to believe you have either moved on or perished at my hands. They almost have me to believe you have moved on peacefully.” 

“However…” 

You felt the nerves in your body stand in alert but it was too late. In a flash, you were trapped within the hunter’s arms, one arm around your waist while the other carefully but firmly held your chin, forcing your eyes to stare into your captor. Be it some powerful spell or his unnaturally strong disposition, his strength leaves you as helpless as those wretched humans.

If anyone were to see you in such a position, they would think of two lovers in a loving embrace, seemingly lost in each other’s presence. 

“My dear, I know you too well.” Rook calmly spoke to you, unbothered by your attempts to escape his hold. “After centuries of haunting the living through sheer will and rage, there was not a possibility that all of those feelings would just disappear.” 

You felt the rage and indignation in your soul flare as you desperately tried to claw and scratch your way out from this unbelievable man. Who is he to act as if he knew anything about you? You glared at the blond man with murder in your eyes, fully intent on making this man’s last days in his fleeting life as painful as possible. 

But Rook was reveling in your struggle. His eyes glimmer with excitement to be the object of your wrath.

“Ah, c'est merveilleux~ Such a thing of rare beauty to see the vibrant flame of emotion in such cold lifeless eyes, an intense rage and resentment for the world that remains so dangerously dazzling even after centuries of wandering. You are truly a wondrous demon fatale, my dear!” 

With his gloved fingers, Rook gently traced the scar from your lips to the top of your cheek before resting his hand down to your neck. Despite your fury, you couldn’t help the shiver that crawled throughout your spine. No one but Rook was brave or mad enough to touch you, let alone your infamous scars. But he does so without fear or disgust as he pulled you unbelievably close to him, leaving you flustered as this was the first time in a long time since you have felt the warmth of a living body, especially one as well built as Rook from what you could feel (and you feel a lot right now). 

Rook took the chance during your stunned condition to lean to your ear, close enough that your body become aware of the heat from his breath before he spoke. 

“How can I leave before I get the chance to see you at your most vulnerable? I will not relinquish you until I see all of your emotions and actions that no ghoul has the capacity of feeling anymore, no ghoul but you. I crave to see that never before seen side of your beauty. I crave it so much!” 

I crave you

[romeulusroy]

Being Sam's Twin With Your Own Abilities Would Include: Part 2 (Part 1)

A/N: I just love this character 💕

Arguing with Sam in all your various languages

“Du bist so ein Arschloch!”

“Du bist derjenige, der sich wie ein Kind benimmt.”

“If you two are going to fight, do it in a language I can understand. I wanna know who I’m rooting for.”

The both of you are still getting used to your newfound abilities

As he promised, Sam wakes you when he has a nightmare so you can figure it out together

He hates it, to wake you, but he knows he'll get hell from you if he doesn't

You know Sam's afraid he's going to end up like the others

Constantly talking about that without Dean

He just gets mad and shuts it down. You understand he doesn't want to think about it, but it's becoming a more real possibility with every new encounter

"If we have to kill you, you can just be ghost and follow me around like mom and dad."

"That's not funny."

Though the ghosts still startle you, you’ve almost grown used to them

Unless they present as rotting or fatally wounded, you can’t tell the difference between the living and the dead

It gets you into a bit of trouble, though

"Y/n who are you talking to?"

"Oh. . . you don't see them?"

"Nope."

Some restless ones tug at you, pulling at you, until you have no choice but to follow. Others cry and scream, wailing for you to help them

Sometimes, that’s where you find their remains like a shallow grave or proper tombstone. They're not all victims, though they seem drawn to you. Some just died from illness or old age

Sometimes, they can even be helpful on hunts, pointing you in the right direction

Others, though, are angry. Hurt or scared or just plain restless, they’re out to seek revenge. Those ones, those ones are the ones that scare you

And it’s not just how they look. Innocent children are often the most dangerous, whereas the most decayed ghosts, the ones who died in the most gruesome way, simply want company

You can't tell the difference, though, and it would kill you to ignore someone asking for help just because you aren't sure if they're dead or alive

Both your brothers worry about that

Dean tells you to check with them, but you can't always ask him or Sam. It makes you feel stupid, childish even

You end up talking to the ghosts more than you do humans. You like learning about them. The ones that can or are willing to talk always have something important or interesting to say

A few have even warned you about the not so kind ghosts that are following you but haven’t shown themselves yet

You decide not to tell your brothers about those kinds until they really become a problem

Being careful not to let any other hunters know

“Who are they talking to?”

“Y/n? Oh y'know, the voices in their head.”

"Shut up, Dean."

It’s not long before Gordon overhears what you and Sam are capable of at Ellen's bar

Sam even has a dream about it

Insert imagine :)

He doesn’t tell you until it’s too late, though

It takes place in s2 e10

Sam insisted you stay with Dean, but you remain stubborn that you’re going to Indiana with him. Afraid to leave you, he agrees, under one condition: you don’t follow any ghost anywhere

Dean eventually finds you from the help of Ellen and ends up in Gordon’s trap

Ava warns Sammy about the trip wires, though, and Sammy is able to save Dean and stop Gordon

He made you wait outside, reminding you about the promise you made. He didn't see the "ghost" though, or rather he did, but she was blurry, running away from him rather than facing him. You saw her, though. A woman. She was begging you to help her, save her, that people were after her

You know you shouldn't, but you go with her anyways. It's too real. Her fear, her exhaustion. You're sure she's real, you're sure you're in the right believing her

By the time your brothers are outside and watching Gordon get arrested, Sam realizes you're gone

He curses you and himself, taking off before he has to explain to Dean. He follows behind him, struck by a sinking feeling

Just like in the dream, she is far ahead. You beg her to slow down, to stop, but she doesn't. You trip over a root and land hard on your hands and knees in a clearing

That's when they come out, a bunch of Gordon's buddies

"You, you needed my help." But you watch, horrified and saddened at the same time, that the woman morphs into someone you've never seen. They smile at you, the left half of their face torn away, pieces of their skin hanging off their jaw. Your heart sinks

One of the bad ones, like you'd been warned about. . .

You call out for your brothers, backing away slowly, your palms and knees bloody

You have a gun in your waistband, but you don't know how many bullets. You don't even want to kill them. They knew your dad, your family. If you shot them, there would be hoards of hunters coming back to string you up by your neck

Behind them appear your friends, the ghosts you got to know. The man with no eyes. The elderly couple. The little girl in the pink tutu. Others, too. People you didn't recognize. A man torn in half. A woman holding her own head. A woman in white. You realize, later, the woman holding her head, she had fangs. Those spirits, they must've been the creatures the hunters have killed. They were still connected to them, hurting and angry about their deaths

Even the ghost with half a face looks startled, the only one in the group able to realize they were surrounded

The elderly man, in his shaky voice, tells you to run

So, you do, as fast as you can

Behind you there are gunshots and screaming, but you don't look back

You end up running into Sam, knocking each other down, who immediately starts yelling at you. He thought you were dead. He thought the hunters got you. You can barely catch your breath, shaking hard

Finally, Dean asks you what happened, but you can't find the words

He leaves to check it out, but all he finds is scattered weapons and splatters of blood

They saved you. You try to explain it to your brothers, but they're more worked up about the ghost that tricked you rather than the ones that saved you

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sammy-"

"Y/n."

"I don't know, I didn't want you freaking out like you are now!"

They put you on what they like to call "ghost arrest". No talking to or about them. Not until they figure out why that one changed form, why it was working with hunters, and why it wanted you dead

It just seems like more work. Besides, you have reputable sources you can ask, you remind them. They refuse

That takes a long time, though. They keep hitting walls and getting frustrated and none of you have that kind of time

So, you do what you want, like you always have, and sneak away. . .

[tossawary]

Some quotes and thoughts on the potentially fatal injuries of background characters due to Sha Hualing's invasion of Qiong Ding Peak. The text does not explicitly mention anyone dying except (I think) Elder Sky Hammer, every other character is just "injured" or "captured", but I think Shen Yuan just didn't get to see the full damage while he was focused on the plot and keeping relative control of the dangerous situation.

"Before the elegant, magnificent Qiong Ding Hall stood more than a hundred unknown individuals, roiling with demonic qi. The leader of this invasion was in fact a young girl who appeared to be more more than fifteen or sixteen.

Shen Qingqiu's heart thumped with excitement. She's appeared! She's finally appeared!"

Volume 1, Chapter 2, page 101.

Sha Hualing really showed up to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect with 100+ lackeys in tow! When Shen Qingqiu immediately counters "Disciple A" and "Disciple B" after leaving the Ling Xi caves, one of them says that the demons have "injured many of our sect siblings", but they don't mention anyone being killed. This bit a little later in this sequence on also seems to imply that somehow no one on Cang Qiong Mountain Sect has died yet:

"Parting her red lips, Sha Hualing elegantly suggested a method that seemed fair and just: "Why don't we each choose three representatives ad hold three matches?"

This suggestion was solid. For many years, the Human and Demon Realms had maintained an uneasy balance and had yet to drop the pretense of peace. Eliminating Sha Hualing and her mob wouldn't be impossible, but it would likely light a fuse. The demons definitely wouldn't let her death go unanswered, and it wouldn't be worth it if they stirred up an even greater conflict. On the other hand, simply letting them go would also generate trouble. They couldn't allow outsiders to come and go as they pleased from Qiong Ding Peak. By setting conditions and holding some matches, each teaching the other party a lesson or two, both parties could back down and save face. It would be the best way to handle this."

Volume 1, Chapter 2, pages 104-105.

There's a "no one has died yet, so maybe we can laugh this off still" vibe. This seems a little incredible to me! Perhaps the protocol in the face of an overwhelming force is to turn away and sound the alarm, because the bells are ringing loudly when Shen Qingqiu exits the cave. (Though a strange barrier set up is apparently preventing Qiong Ding from receiving support from other peaks.)

After the three matches, after Shen Qingqiu has been poisoned and Liu Qingge has shown up, the demons' retreat is described like this:

"Sha Hualing led her troops and fled while summoning a bolt of red gauze over her head, which she threw upward. Unfortunately, it simply couldn't block the fierce rain of sword glares. The red gauze was quickly pierced full of holes. On top of that, Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's disciples were hemming the demons in, so mot of the horde suffered great injuries or were captured. Only the small heart of the group that had kept near Sha Hualing managed to escape down the mountain, thoroughly battered and humiliated."

Volume 1, Chapter 2, page 131.

So, it sounds like a lot of the demons were killed as they fled. Some of those "great injuries" might have been fatal and I doubt that Cang Qiong intends to return "captured" demons to the Demon Realm. Sha Hualing is the only one they can't really kill, because she's important enough that her elimination could spark greater conflict.

My instinct is to think: "Oh, some Cang Qiong disciples definitely died here." If Elder Sky Hammer (with his poisoned weapon and poisoned armor) alone is any indication, these demons are here to kill people, and some cultivators may have been more than "injured" when demons showed up at the gates. There's a hundred of them! Here to cause chaos! Trying to be stealthy! (Just look at what happened at the Immortal Alliance Conference!) They probably got the drop on someone. Although I do hope that Qiong Ding has some security precautions that would allow most disciples in the demons' path to take shelter rather than engage.

Also, unless they can run from the Demon Realm to the Human Realm in a single day, or without stopping across several days (which is very possible in this world), these demons may have stopped somewhere to raid a human settlement for supplies or for fun. And I bet Sha Hualing and the remainder of her little army also caused damage on the way back to the Demon Realm, unless Cang Qiong cultivators chased them the whole way, and I hope that they did for the sake of any random people in Sha Hualing's path.

This incursion was likely far uglier than this fragment of the incident that Shen Yuan gets to see before he passes out due to the Without a Cure poison. Though I don't believe that anyone in the following chapter mentions any deaths on Cang Qiong's side, I feel like... a hundred demons invading (one of whom is wielding all of that poison) would have gotten someone on the way in.

[evilminji]

Why Dont More BNHA SI-OCs end up Animals?

No, seriously, Nedzu is both terrifying and an INCREDIBLE asset.

If you were a Villian. An ends justify the means sort of bloke, as it were, why WOULDN'T you try and make another Nedzu? Sure, he promises terrible, terrible, blood soaked Vengeance, the likes of which sane men fear to contemplate and madmen shudder to behold, but? It's not like THEY'LL get caught!

They are VERY smart.

They have a plan!

Are you catching the sarcasm? Cause they sure are catching these Probably A Stoat Hands! And a tire iron! No survivors! *Nedzu's back up coughs awkwardly* Fine. SOME survivors! But he's still upset.

He dislikes Labs.

And think about it! Really, what is more likely? Some rando has? Two(2) SEPERATE Quirks? One of which not only kicked pre-birth, but is continual and very likely the ONLY THING keeping THAT PARTICULAR SOUL in that body. While the other is? *spins the wheel* Meh. We'll figure it out later.

Those are VERY different Quirks!

They would require VERY different secondary adaptations. Some of which might CONFLICT. Fatally no less. It would also be a rather notable quirk mutation, from their parents.

Possibly HEREDITARY.

Gonna have your OC grapple with the reality the not ONLY have a Chronic, Life Threatening, Quirk Reliant Medical Condition. That if the ever get arrested, falsely or not, they better PRAY those cops both notice and GIVE A SHIT about their medical bracelet... or that's it.

One pair of Quirk Suppressing Handcuffs.

Any medical grade Suppressant.

They'll die. Plain and simple. Dressed up in fancy medical jargon, their body will just... given out. Like a puppets who's strings are cut.

Oh, and it's HEREDITARY.

Because Quirks run in bloodlines. And once a mutation happens? It's here to stay! So her/his/their KIDS all stand the chance of being yoinked from another world. And their grandkids. Great grandkids. For however long it takes to shift into something else.

Here's a brochure on adoption.

You know, assuming you live that long.

Is it a great idea to explore? Fuck yeah! Am I gonna do it? Fuck no! So free to a good home I guess, just lemme read it! But!! You know what SIDE STEPS all this?

Quirked Animals!

Perfect for all you dub-... actually, let's not lie to ourselfs, WILDLY UNETHICAL scientific needs! You can splice in genes for intelligence Quirks! Maybe you'll get it right! Ballpark it! So what if loads of them die horrifically? Something, something, in the name of progress! They tell themselves.

Nedzu :) Violently :) Disagrees :)

But he ALSO! Only soooorta gives a shit about... like a small handful of humans. A fellow Quirked Animal? Who needs Schooling and legal Gaurdianship? A guide to the world of humans?

Not to MENTION? My Ace ass love the concept? Of abstracting attraction!

Because!

You are a Cat.

You are a Quirked Cat. You Quirk allows you sentience and memories of being human. Do you still find humans attractive? Or was that your human body? Do you find CATS attractive? They are animals. Your mind rebels. But? Were two images, drawn upon a wall, presented too you? Which would be desirable to you now?

Well groomed fur? A charming grin?

No one and nothing?

You are a Cat. A teenager. Around you, your peers speak of dates and crushes and dreams of marriage in some far off future day. You struggle to reach the seat of your desk, too see the board properly. You have nothing you can add to their conversations.

Clothing feels oppressive and wrong against your fur.

It feels worse to be naked.

You are a Cat.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation

[bloofinntoona]

Sebastian werewolf x reader? This is something I can see happening because he always trying to find a cure for Anne and he just goes too far before realisation sinks, which results in a frantic Seb seeking MC help that he doesn’t have time to be wolfing out and with little knowledge of the subject they both just scrambling before MC has to take care of a panic Sebastian throughout the night

oh god sorry for the super late reply. i literally had the idea and story in my head for WEEKS before i finally got the chance to write it.

basically self-indulgent, werewolf!sebastian sallow x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort

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"Lycanthropy was the state in which a werewolf found him or herself: that of turning into a fearsome and deadly near-wolf. Muggles were far less likely to be infected by lycanthropy than wizardkind, as the wounds had a higher fatality rate. To date, there was no cure for lycanthropy. Lycanthropy was a deeply feared and despised condition, as tragic tales were told that victims begged to be allowed to die rather than becoming werewolves."

Professor Hecat walked around the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, explaining the Lycanthropy illness, or what you had learned in the muggle world; werewolves. Drawings and photos of human-like wolves filled the chalkboard and walls. You couldn't deny that some of the pictures were terrifying, their teeth were significantly sharper than regular wolves, and you could imagine how painful it would be to get scratched by their long nails. You were too busy scribbling in your notebook to notice an agitated boy sitting next to you. A deep sigh escaped his lips, breaking you from your focus. You looked at Sebastian, his brows furrowed, fingers busy twiddling his quill, yet his paper was untouched.

"Not taking any notes, are we?" You teased.

Sebastian shrugged, flashing you a quick smile that transformed you into a blushing mess. Ever since you met Sebastian at your fifth year, you had already thought that the brunette was severely attractive and charming. At first, you assumed that he was like that with everyone, but you started to notice the lingering touches and gazes that both exclusively shared. It did leave you confused, but you were not the type to rush into a relationship anyways. You were happy enough to see Sebastian healed after the incident with Solomon and Anne - finding comfort to know that Anne was taken care of by their distant relative, and Sebastian stopped using the Dark Arts altogether.

His behavior in class worried you, but you decided to think nothing of it. Sebastian draped his arms around your shoulder, walking with you and Ominis to the library. You found your favorite table on the second floor, setting your papers and quill on the table. Professor Hecat assigned the class to finish a 4,000 words essay on Lycanthropy by next week, and you figured you'd start as soon as possible.

"Are werewolves common in the Wizarding World?" you broke the silence, stretching your arms as you leaned back on your chair.

"Not really," Ominis shook his head, "I've only heard stories from my family. But I have yet to see one in person."

Sebastian scoffed, "Nasty creatures. I would be content with my life not meeting one."

"Well, I wouldn't say they are terrible..."

"Says the person who thinks Thestrals are beautiful." Sebastian lightheartedly chuckled, "By the way, may I borrow the book once you are done with it? I plan on continuing my essay tonight."

You and Ominis shared a look, it was uncommon for Sebastian to not finish his assignment together with the group. You lent him the book anyways, bidding the two boys goodbye as you excused yourself for the night.

After that particular DADA class, Sebastian was acting a bit differently than usual. You noticed him frequently tucked on the sofa, reading any Lycanthropy books that he could find in the library - including the restricted section. You teased him about it, earning a shrug or dry laughs from the Slytherin boy.

The evening breeze caressed your hair, and the cold sent chills down your spine. Yet your left hand was burning hot as Sebastian held it and shoved it in his pocket, making a comment about how you always forgot to bring your gloves. It was incredibly difficult to listen to what Professor Sharma was spewing about, maybe it was something along the lines of constellations but your head was filled with thoughts about Sebastian. It didn't help that the stars shone brightly that night, mimicking the freckles on Sebastian's face.

Unfortunately, you had to let him go when Professor Sharma assigned the class to draw the constellation seen from your personal telescope. You settled on a spot next to the pillar, setting your telescope to point at a bright area in the sky, finding a constellation to focus on.

"You might need to move the lenses a tad bit to the right." Amit, the brightest student in the class, approached you.

"Ah, right! Thank you, Amit." You did so, thankfully showing a clearer view of the stars so you could move on with the assignment. You thought Amit was a bit odd at first, but you eventually found him pleasant to talk to, especially since he was very knowledgeable.

"If I could add, that is what is known as Serpens Caput, due to its similarity as the shape of a snake-"

Before Amit could finish his sentence, you could feel a hand dragging your arms back. You were surprised to find Sebastian with his brows furrowed, if his gaze could kill, Amit would probably be on the ground already. "She can do it herself, thank you."

"Sebastian!" you lightly hit his arms. Your face was red, a mix of embarrassment and anger filled your body.

The full moon shone brightly that night, illuminating Sebastian's irritated face. He groaned, immediately retreating to the Astronomy tower.

"Merlin- I'm so sorry, Amit. Thank you again for helping me." You frantically followed Sebastian, leaving a confused Amit on the balcony.

Sebastian paced the empty classroom, biting his thumb, eyes still full of resentment and annoyance. "Sebastian?" you called out, "He was just helping me... I don't see the harm in that."

"Ugh, I can't believe you're so naive!" Sebastian walked towards you, he slammed his hand on the wall, trapping you in between, "It was so obvious that he was flirting with you! I saw how he was eyeing you throughout the year. I bet he would shove his hand under your skirt if he has the chance."

Your mouth hung in shock, "That was a terrible thing to say, Sebastian! and I am perfectly capable of defending myself."

"Really?" You swore you saw a glint of red on Sebastian's pupil before he leaned down to crash his lips against yours, forcing his tongue inside as your teeth clashed with his. "How come I was able to do that then?"

Your vision blurred when Sebastian pulled away, your trembling hands pushed him back. It was not supposed to be like this. You were waiting, mentally begging for this boy to kiss you after years of pining, but you didn't expect to have your first kiss taken forcefully. When you braved yourself to look up at Sebastian, you were taken aback to see his shocked expression. He took a couple steps back, voice trembling, "I am so, so sorry, Y/N... I'm not myself right now..."

You were about to chase after him again before feeling a stinging pain on your upper arm. You decided to take off your robes, and to your horror, you found small cuts at the area where Sebastian held you tightly earlier.

You ended up going on a sneaky trip to the hospital wing, using a disillusionment charm to steal some bandages to cover your wounds - better to fix this on your own than having to explain yourself to the nurse. To be quite honest, the pain you felt in your chest hurt more than the scratches. You had seen Sebastian in his worst moments, but nothing had prepared you for what just happened.

"Y/N!" Just when you were about to head back to the dorm, Ominis ran towards you. His hair was disheveled, totally opposite of his usual proper style. Sweat trickling from his chin, you reckoned he had been running around for a while.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," he huffed, "I heard what happened in your Astrology class. I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "I don't know what happened, Ominis. For the first time in a while, I was scared of him... As if he was going to hurt me."

"Look, there's something I need to tell you," Ominis bit his lower lip, before lowering his voice, "Remember how I told you that Sebastian's parents were professors and they passed away after a research incident?"

You nodded, intently listening.

"You see, I remembered that Sebastian and Anne had briefly mentioned that their parents were keen on learning about Lycanthropy. My suspicion grew when Sebastian has been acting weird after Defense Against the Dark Arts class... So, I secretly sent an owl to Anne." Ominis took out a crumpled letter from his pocket, showing an envelope signed "A.S."

"In the letter, Anne confirmed my thoughts. Mrs. Sallow was a werewolf, and the condition was passed down only to Sebastian. Apparently, even Sebastian didn't know about this until his parents died while looking for a Lycanthrope cure..."

"... And remember the lesson? A person will experience their first transformation when they came of age and during the full moon." Ominis gestured to the window, which was showing a bright full moon.

"Bloody hell!" You cursed, panic surging through your body. Everything made sense now, the anger that you felt earlier now turned into worry and regret. You should have chased after Sebastian earlier, doubts filled your head, imagining if something bad happened to the boy you cared for the most.

"I'll try to find him around the castle. Do you know anywhere he might go?"

You nodded, "I think I might. I shall go straight away."

"Sebastian?" your voice echoed through the dark hallways. He was not in the Undercroft, and you thought he couldn't go far enough outside of the school. The only other place that nobody knew except you, Sebastian, and Ominis was Salazar Slytherin Scriptorium. You managed to convince Ominis to stand guard outside, to make sure that no other students or teacher found out.

Your deduction was correct, a tattered and torn green Slytherin tie laid on the entrance floor. Ripped cloths from Sebastian's robe and shirt lead him to the Slytherin's room. After you heard a blood-curling scream, you ran past the Cruciatus Curse door and barged into the room.

Your eyes were met with red orbs, glowing in the midst of the dark room. Emerging from the shadow, Sebastian's body was about twice his normal height. Yet his shoulder was hunched, his skin was exchanged to dark-brown fur, and you could see faint light bouncing off his sharp teeth as he growled. His legs were shaped like canine's, ready to pounce you.

You couldn't help but tremble at the sight of the werewolf. You took out your wand and placed it down next to your feet, "I'm not going to hurt you, Sebastian."

As you were about to move, Sebastian darted and leaped towards you, trapping you underneath him. You instinctively held out your arms, using all your strength to hold his shoulder back. His snout was inches away from your face, snarling, ready to attack. "Sebastian!" you screamed, "It's me, Y/N!"

The werewolf hesitated for a bit, and you took the chance to grab your wand. "Depulso!" you casted, pushing Sebastian off you, slamming his body against the stone wall. Sebastian let out a whine, his body slumped down. You quickly ran close to him, cupping his face in your hands, "Sebastian, I'm here. I'm not going to leave you."

Your emotions overwhelmed you as tears started to stream, "Gods, Sebastian, I'm scared I'm going to lose you. Please, listen to me!"

As you were sobbing into his chest, you felt his figure start to move, shifting back to his human form, revealing the handsome face you so much adored. "Y/N?" Sebastian croaked, his weak hands found their way around your waist.

You leaned down to hug him, closing the gap between your bodies, "I thought I lost you..." you sniffled, "You should've told me."

"I'm scared you're going to run away from me if I told you that I'm a werewolf," Sebastian sighed, stroking your hair gently, "I was anxious because I came of age this year, and I had never experienced this before. I tried to control myself, but to be frank, seeing you earlier set me off and I couldn't remember what happened after."

You felt his chest heave, "I'm so sorry, Y/N, I'm sorry for hurting you." Sebastian looked away, but you could see tears dropping down from his eyes, "Look, I understand if you don't want to see me again-"

You pressed your lips against his forehead, down to his nose, and finally landed on his lips. "I love you too much to avoid you, Sebastian," you whispered, rubbing his tears away.

Blush crept on Sebastian freckled cheeks, his hazel eyes finally met yours. "I love you too, Y/N."

[cryptocism]

Oh my god this new chapter,.. gnawingbthe bars of the enclosure etc etc. what gave you the ideas for the kids being conjoined twins?

not sure how much i should be screening for spoiler-y asks n answers if anybody is still on the earlier chapters but! i wanted to answer this one so spoilers ahead for anybody who hasn't read chapter 17

i came up with it pretty early on! long enough ago that the details are fuzzy but iirc when i was making all the clone backstories, i was really invested in the idea that one of them wouldn't have powers. partially for character dynamics, also because i think having a range of abilities forces interesting workarounds (i.e. Jude and Nathaniel using Jude's speed paths to supplement Nathaniel's lack of powers)

then i was going back and forth on how to explain why Nathaniel didn't have powers, if an explanation was even necessary, etc. which coincided with me thinking a lot about the different applications of technoplasm and just how insane of a material it is to exist

then Impulse issue #56 where CRAYDL downloads, copies, and replicates Tim and Kon's genetic matrices using technoplasm came to mind and it felt a lot more feasible that technoplasm could literally be programmed for a human form

i thought abt CRAYDL just building Nathaniel from scratch, but there wasnt a motivation i could think of that was strong enough for CRAYDL to do that. (like maybe they didn't want Jude to be lonely or something, which fell a little flat bc obviously they werent concerned about Thad being on his own) also i wanted Nathaniel to still have some bio-connection to Jude and the other clones. so: technoplasm integration felt like a cool direction, and meant Nathaniel needed some essential part of him be technoplasm-made. any kind of amelia condition didn't really work because there are plenty of folks without limbs that are doing just fine and dont require medical intervention, (and i really didnt think CRAYDL would try an operation so risky if there wasnt a fatal threat) so it had to be something else and conjoined twins felt like a good direction to go. there's plenty of conjoined twins who are also doing just fine and dont require intervention, but this would be a case where separation was necessary for survival.

although i wrote Jude and Nathaniel as both parapagus and craniopagus twins (the grammar there may not be right but basically: joined both at the pelvis/abdomen and the head) which i dont believe (?) is a type that's ever actually occurred. keeping with sci-fi's grand tradition i fudged the science for the sake of the story u know how it is

but yeah of course after that the possibilities of a bio-computer technoplasm-integrated character got me Extremely Excited. tons of functionally-immortal self-programming computer-hacking fun. plus i had an excuse to give Jude heterochromia and a cool birthmark :P

[of-solitude-past-and-present]

WOWOW I LOVE YOUR ACC!!

Ah idk if someone has asked this before but what would Naga Scara do if the reader was really sick? Not that fatal that they could die but how would he treat them??

I'VE HAD THIS QUESTION FOR DAYS SKSKSK

gonna kiss u right on the cheek come here /j

BUT YOU HAD THIS QUESTION FOR SO LONG AND ONLY SENT IT IN NOW??? this is a warning to the rest of you. send in your questions 🔫

Anyway! I think that this would be even worse than him finding out about periods because you're not supposed to get sick. The moment you tell Kuni, he feels a pang of oh-so-familiar fear, which he quickly suppresses. Part of it is that same "Is this my fault?? Did I do something wrong??" anxiety, but it also has the added weight of millennium-old mental baggage. Illness brings back bad memories. He still remembers the end of Gurabad.

He's on edge the entire time. You might know that you're going to be fine and it's nothing that major but matter how many times you tell him, that restless anxiety won't leave him. He'll do his best to hide any fear for your wellbeing; he's stronger than that, above it, is what he tells himself. So, as you might have guessed, it comes out as anger and annoyance, making him very irritable until he's absolutely certain you're going to be fine.

However, if you watch him closely, you might notice a flicker of panic when he thinks your condition has worsened, or the edge of desperation when he looks you over. I wouldn't recommend pointing this out, though. He doesn't like being viewed as anything less than untouchable.

He already viewed you to be as fragile as porcelain before, and this just makes that even worse. He ends up watching you like a hawk, just as much to quell his anxiety as it is to make sure that you don't get worse. Anything you need, expect him to get it for you if at all possible, as quickly as possible. It's because he's genuinely worried you might die on him if he leaves you alone too long or can't get you something. He's a bit out of touch when it comes to human durability, but I guess that's fair. Any human would be delicate in comparison to him.

There's no immediate sigh of relief in this situation. He only starts feeling better when you do, and it's a slow process. For a few days afterwards, he'll continue to keep an eye on you. He's worried it might come back.

It's a tense situation for the both of you. His anxiety rubs off on you, not so much in a "am I going to die??" sense and more in a "why is this emotionally constipated bastard getting so worked up over the person he kidnapped" sort of way. It's really not a good time.

He felt a little embarrassed to be so "doting" but he was too worried over your health to be anything less. To make himself feel a little bit better, he expects you to dote on him afterwards. To even things out, he says.

"What? It's embarrassing? Now you know how I felt. Hurry up then, it's only fair."

[theink-stainedfolk]

OC Questionnaire Tag

Thank you @drchenquill for the tag!

My Questions:

Do you Have any Allergies?

If you could give the gift of immortality to one person, who would it be?

Which flower would you choose to describe yourself and why?

Though I don't have a name planned for my WIP, but I'll post my synopsis soon so I very much hope you'll like it❤️. There are 9 characters in total but if it's too much for you all to read, you can skip it.(I hope you don't🥺)

Do you Have any Allergies?

Emperor Kaelen Ravenwood Vael: In my position, I must be vigilant about many threats, but fortunately, allergies are not among my concerns.

Duke Ashaar Emberstone Vael: I have no allergies, though I've often been accused of being allergic to incompetence. My duties require me to be in peak health at all times.

Etienne Lumire: Allergies? Oh, yes, dumb people.

Alexandre Reynard: Allergies? Nah, growing up on the streets toughened me up.

Antoine Beaumont: No allergies. In battle, any weakness can be fatal. My strength lies in my resilience and unwavering focus.

Phoebus Leclerc: I suffer no physical allergies. However, I am severely allergic to the ignorance and arrogance.

Genevieve: Allergies? Hmmm... So far nothing has been able to stop me so I guess none?

Marguerite Duval: Yes, Aristocrates.

Dr. Lucian Jensen: No, I don't have any allergies. In my line of work, understanding the human body is crucial, and I ensure my own is in prime condition.

If you could give the gift of immortality to one person, who would it be?

Emperor Kaelen Ravenwood Vael: If I could bestow immortality upon one person, it would be my brother, Duke Ashaar. His loyalty and wisdom are invaluable to the stability and future of our empire.

Duke Ashaar Emberstone Vael: I would grant immortality to my brother, Emperor Kaelen. His vision and leadership are crucial for the prosperity and strength of our realm.

Etienne Lumire: Immortality? I would give it to myself, of course. Imagine the power and influence one could amass over an eternity.

Alexandre Reynard: I’d give it to my sister. Someone innocent, someone who hasn’t been tainted by the harshness of life. She deserves a chance to see a better world.

Antoine Beaumont: No one. There is no such thing as immortality. One must die to be a man. And one must be a man to die.

Phoebus Leclerc: "I would choose myself, so I could continue the pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment without the constraints of time.

Genevieve: I’d bestow immortality upon myself. In my world, staying ahead and surviving requires constant vigilance and adaptation. Eternity would be the ultimate advantage.

Marguerite Duval: I would give immortality to myself. I'd be unstoppable.

Dr. Lucian Jensen: I would give the gift of immortality to myself so I could continue to mend the wounds of the world. I could achieve great things.

Which flower would you choose to describe yourself and why?

Emperor Kaelen Ravenwood Vael: I would describe myself as a white rose—symbolic of purity, dignity, and the weight of leadership. Despite its beauty, it has thorns that signify the challenges and sacrifices of ruling an empire.

Duke Ashaar Emberstone Vael: I see myself as an oak tree, though not a flower, it represents strength, resilience, and steadfastness. Like the oak, I stand firm to protect my brother and our empire.

Etienne Lumire: I am the nightshade flower—beautiful yet deadly. It captures the essence of my charm and the danger that lies beneath my exterior.

Alexandre Reynard: I'd choose the wild poppy. It grows in unexpected places, resilient and vibrant, much like my own journey from the streets to becoming a force to be reckoned with.

Antoine Beaumont: I am the gladiolus. It represents strength and integrity. Its tall, imposing stalk mirrors my unyielding resolve in battle and leadership.

Phoebus Leclerc: The orchid suits me well. It symbolizes elegance, refinement, and the pursuit of knowledge, but also a rare and delicate beauty that requires careful cultivation.

Genevieve: I am the red camellia, representing passion, desire, and a certain level of sophistication. Its allure and depth reflect my own complexity and seductive charm.

Marguerite Duval: The black dahlia. It signifies mystery, betrayal, and elegance. It’s a perfect metaphor for the shadowy life I lead and the secrets I uncover.

Dr. Lucian Jensen: I see myself as a hellebore. It’s known as the winter rose, capable of blooming in the harshest conditions, much like my own resilience and determination in the face of adversity.

Your questions:

What’s your favorite family tradition and why is it special to you?

What’s the most impactful book you’ve ever read and why?

If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would you go and what would you do?

Who has been the most influential person in your life and why?

I'd like to tag @finickyfelix @cssnder @ascotwriting and anyone who likes

[fallmonds]

⚠️Spoilers for the end of Transformers: More than Meets the Eye and Lost Light (issue 25# LL), but OH MY GOD I NEED TO RANT SO BADDDDDUH. ⚠️

So

Y'all know how

Rewind gets Delta's Malady right

And it's been irking me and makes me so ANGRY because WHY DID ROBERT HAVE TO DO HIM LIKE THAT

JUST LET MY BOY BE HAPPY WITHOUT A NEURODEGENERATIVE DISEASE

like I need closure. Is it fatal? Can it be cured? What happens to him later does he just fucking d i e??? Or?????

Tailgates reaction to finding out about Rewinds condition sounds like it's extremely bad like he's gonna die, so is he or not???? GIVE ME CLOSURE JAMES ROBERT!!!!

Like Neurodegenerative diseases for humans is generally incurable and fatal? But it could be different for Cybertronians. Like he got Delta's Malady from his brain being cramped with too much stuff about the Functionist universe, but if he just had the excess information that's cramping his brain taken out via something like Mnemosurgery, and then had some repairs or reconstruction surgery done afterwards you'd think that would cure or atleast help him a bit right? Cybertronians are malleable when it comes to diseases and dying, like look at Optimus. How many times has HE come back right? So why can't they pull some tom-fuckery on Rewind?

I have an idea for a fanfic I'm in the process of writing but basically the idea is that Rewind a while after Ratchets funeral eventually is able to turn back to his bot mode (he was stuck in memory stick form) at the cost of remembering Chromedome. So he feels like his disease has gone too far and despite not remembering who Chromedome is anymore he decides to set off to search for a cure to Delta's Malady, leaving Chromedome alone on Cybertron. Eventually he finds an extremely talented Mnemosurgeon who poses the idea to Remove the overloading information from Rewinds brain and perform the reconstruction surgery at the cost of all information Rewind has on the Functionist universe.

Honestly I'm just mad that they're just like "oh! You're gonna shrivel up as you slowly lose your memories while stuck in the form of a stick and probably die, but what can you do!!! 😜😜

NO

NNNNNO.

LIKE GET FIRST AID TO DO SOME EXTENSIVE RESEARCH OR SOMETHING!!! and anyways, isn't there a way to force a bot out of their alt mode? Why don't they do that just so he can atleast walk for himself.

Also Chromedome becoming a grief counselor??? Of all people idk if he's all that fit for that job tbh lmao (svicide clinic sound familiar??)

I just don't want to live with the fact that my favourite transformers couple is probably dead or sm over ROBOT FUCKING ALZHEIMER'S UUUUUUUUUUGH.

anywho that's my rant. :)

[preservationofnormalcy]

Greetings from T!ss, and you have my thanks for connecting me with Ambrose and the Circle. Both have been quite helpful in guiding my research into the traits of this realm that hinder my magics. With Ambrose’s help, I have discovered a method of synthesizing something that he has termed “pseudo-aether”; while it is not ptaes, and probably isn’t particularly healthy for me in the long run, it should stave off The Wasting long enough for me to complete my research and return home. Collaboration with the Circle has been quite enlightening for all concerned, and you can expect some interesting publications from them once I have departed from your world.

As for the effect of my aura on the local fauna, extended time spent in proximity to me seems to cause them to weaken, wither, then eventually collapse before their vital functions cease. I am told that they also change “color” during this process, though I struggle to comprehend what that means; what little I understand of your forms of sensory perception seems rather counter-intuitive. Also, exposure to my aura causes the subject to expel a great deal of a liquid that I have been told is called “blood”. Fortunately, it seems that most beings with the presence of mind to do so can usually leave the vicinity before fatal exposure, but I can only guess at what effects may linger after removing oneself from immediate danger.

I have been using an abandoned structure as my residence and impromptu laboratory, and with guidance from the Circle have set up a few wards that hopefully keep my aura mostly contained to the premises, albeit with the side effect of strengthening its effect within the structure – I would welcome any advice you have regarding these wards. My enhanced aura, combined with the… unusual effects my experiments have had on the local laws of physics, has rendered the interior of the structure to be quite hazardous to lifeforms accustomed to local conditions. Ambrose has suggested that rather than more traditional forms of quarantine and ontological remediation, it may be simpler to fold this structure into its own pocket dimension and disconnect it from your continuum after my departure. This would prevent further pollution of your realm, and he seems quite interested in studying the resulting demi-plane; you can expect to receive a formal proposal from him shortly.

One new concern has arisen: it appears that a few unidentified humans have taken interest in the structure within which I reside. The Circle assures me they are not agents of theirs. They have yet to attempt entry, but if they should do so they risk not only exposing themselves to my intensified aura, but also may disrupt the wards containing it, to say nothing of potentially disturbing my experiments. I dare not leave this structure to discourage them directly, for obvious reasons. I humbly request your assistance.

Oh hey! Great to hear from you.

Last I heard from Ambrose they'd figured out a way to get his chair out there. A lot of ramps, I understand, designed by our friend Koppel over in the Occult Industrial Research Commission. Ambrose is probably the smartest guy on the planet and in my opinion the greatest living wizard and theoretical thaumaturgist, but he's a little scatterbrained on updating his coworkers when they're researching something cool! Love you, Ambo.

It's not surprising to me at all that he's been helping you figure things out. I'm nowhere near as thaumaturgically knowledgeable as any apprentice wizard, but I do know my way around a cantrip, and the stuff coming across my desk is fascinating. It seems like, and this is just my very surface level reading, that most of your magic exists at opposing angles to ours. It's like trying to sail upwind. Also, it seems like by your laws of physics, tungsten of all things decays into a few isotopes that can't exist in our universe.

The Circle people are professionals too. We don't typically get many of their internal research documents/scripture for memetic reasons, but a few of them keep us posted on the basics. Your last note is...concerning. I didn't think we'd have to send O-Sec out there but we are, just in case. Stay vigilant. If O-Sec thinks it's a security risk, we may move Ambrose out of there.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I'm having trouble writing a personality for my 'raised by g7' yuu, what kind of personality should they have? I'm kinda leaning at a manipulative type

I'm open to suggestions

🐱

Based on what I've read here's some suggestions— some may contradict each other since they're just ideas and you prolly shouldn't add ALL of them

I'm imagining them to be much more soft spoken and introverted— not shy though. They don't get nervous around people they just don't really see the point of small talk/are more quiet. Maybe when they speak is an "Everyone listens" situation depending on how rare it is for to speak without prompting.

Manipulative and Influential are two different things. (Ur smart but I feel like making this point since ppl confuse them.)

+Maybe if you go more influential you can tie in the "Everyone listens" more.

As for manipulation:

They would probably mostly speak the truth and if they give their opinion, they say so. They also never say bold faced lies maybe dancing around the subject. (Think Alhaitham/Ayato). It would be more subtle and people can just see them as being private/ weird like everyone else at school.

Or you can pull a Cater and give Yuu a "speaking face" to put on during interactions. Granted it won't be as fake.

People rarely see them put too much effort into things.

^^ like maybe they never do assignments but Ace tests. Or they never participate in PE but are peak condition for exams. (Seriously they refuse to run laps but here they are with 80+ pull ups in their record)

Maybe their grades can be purposely low but never failing.

They tend to pawn off work to others after making them think it's their issue/convincing or by simply being in the right place in the right time. They can easily hide from Crowley making him give work to others.

^^^ "Oh you're gonna talk to *sworn enemy at school 1* Azul? Oh nothing he just had some choice words about you... Ah no no it was nothing... well fine ill tell you since I'd hate for something similar to happen to me"

No one knows anything about them and aren't even sure if "Yuu" is their name. Take advantage of it. They can easily make up stories about their origin to excuse how out of touch they are. "Damn I didn't know that rule. Where I'm from its considered rude."

I can see them being very calm. Really hard for them to make them show too much emotion.

Or maybe they're creepy calm. Maybe they always have a slight smile on their face no matter how they're feeling. How creepy would it be to be attacking someone who's smile doesn't drop for a moment? Or someone smiling while crying.

Blunt and explains things easily or they're more expressive in words and maybe make metaphors for people to derive meaning from or as a method to explain things.

^^ "You see Deuce to say magic is like *that* is to say that Floyd is either fully human or fully eel at any given moment wheh it reality its much more complicated— an analysis like that is surface level, blah blah blah"

Or maybe they're like Columbo. They allow someone to speak. They give their two cents and then point out a fatal flaw in what was said or bring up something that contradicts them. (Have a meme to basically explain it)

Extremely analytical?? Like they know who would be most suited for any situation and plans around people's personalities/how they clash.

"Oh you said you couldn't feel yourself move when you got into an accident. Hey Grim remember when ruggie approached you, what was that like"

"You can tell Leonas lying cause his tail swisher left instead of right." Ect

They either underplay/are modest about their magic or they're confident. I can't see them boasting but they wouke jusy be like. "I can do that without issue." Or "Ace stop, let me do it, I can do it faster."

Idk 🤷‍♂️ hope it maybe helped

[analexthatexists]

Undertale AU Ideas involving Alphys

Because not everything can be about Sans Undertale, right?

(I had so much fricking fun writing, these oh my god.)

TW: Suicide and other heavy topics

1. Reincarnation

Alphys kills themselves and is revived similarly as Flowey.

This part of one of the Betrayed Undyne Endings stook with me for a bit. What would happen if she unsucessfully pulled it off and was brought back to life by Flowey or some other person? Perhaps even Undyne? They'd probably come back as maybe a robot or some sort of technological-based body.

And then like...Everything resets but Alphys stays the same and is basically now trapped in the role Flowey is. RESET after RESET trying to get back to their normal life and all of their friends, Alphys would realize that they can't go back and that this is their life now, going down a similar path as Asriel once did, but resorting to violence and hurting others far slower than Flowey did. Eventually they just become hopeless and go a bit crazy. Their goal however wouldn't be to become the GOD OF HYPERDEATH or TO STEAL YOUR SOUL or anything like that. They just want to be able to die and move on, maybe even reincarnate into a better life, just anything but THIS. And instead of teaching "It's KILL or BE KILLED", they teach "It's FIGHT or BE FOUGHT" (Less about hurting and killing people and more defending yourself from others), letting you learn how to fight and attack before how bullets and attacks work.

2. Destabilization

In an attempt to continue her plans in experimenting with DETERMINATION, Alphys chooses to inject herself with some of the substance over gathering fallen down monsters, only to eventually turn into an Amalgamate.

I have a feeling this idea has already been done, but screw it. Yes, I'm aware it's similar to things like Alphys NEO and Alphys Takes Action but WHO THE HECK CARES!?

After a few trials, Alphys decides to push their research further and, seeing as they don't want to risk any lives (and basically stopping the Amalgamates from happening), decides to test the stuff on herself without permission from or telling Asgore. The idea was less about making SOULs persist and more about a monster becoming as strong if not stronger than a human, potentially being able to shatter or cross The Barrier if successful. She was already dealing with low self esteem anyways, thinking that if this did fail and she died, would anyone even miss her? It wasn't much a loss, which motivated her further to do this to herself, injecting a SMALL dose of DETERMINATION into herself with the help of some complex machinery. At first, it worked and she was fine, and she took down notes about herself and continued her studies mostly normally, but as time progressed and she grew more stressed, more determined to finish her work and more obsessed over doing this for everyone, her body began to deteriorate as the DETERMINATION began overwhelming her. Eventually she wasn't able to leave the True Lab and had to send out Mettaton, who was growing more and more concerned about the doctor's condition, to do stuff for her via text messages and other forms of communication. Eventually, she went totally silent all together, resulting in Mettaton and Undyne going into the True Lab to check on her, only to find she'd transformed into something monstrous and unrecognizable. A fate almost similar to Gaster, actually. Brilliant scientists being shattered mentally and physically to their own creations.

3. Recollection/Reformation

Alphys tries to save Undyne before she dies after the Undying battle, but fails horribly as the rest of the Underground falls, Undyne ultimately becoming an Amalgam.

While evacuating everyone in Hotland into the True Lab, Alphys sent Mettaton to Waterfall to ensure Undyne escaped the battle alive if all went to Hell. Mettaton was able to stop the Human from landing the fatal blow and escorted Undyne out of the area, much to Undyne's disliking. They wanted to FINISH THE HUMAN, not RUN FROM THEM! Mettaton brought them back to the True Lab with Alphys, who recognized Undyne was moments away from melting and dusting away. The human had not landed the blow that would kill them instantly, but their health was slowly draining and the DETERMINATION was wearing off. In a state of panic, Alphys decided to simply inject MORE DETERMINATION into Undyne in hopes that would stabilize things. After all, Undyne had been pretty stable up until now when it came to having DETERMINATION. It should be fine, right?

It was not fine.

After injecting Undyne with more DETERMINATION, Alphys left the room for a second to reassure herself and find some things to help bandage Undyne up or ease their pain. When they came back, Undyne had vanished. She heard monsters from the hallways screaming and roaring, and quickly realized that, not only had Undyne transformed into an Amalgamate, but was actively getting into fights with the other Amalgams, who weren't happy about this newcomer's sudden arrival. Alphys was unable to stop any of it, and had to bare to the Amalgamates sloshing around and trying to eat each other alive, which then resulted in ALL OF THEM FUSING TOGETHER, Undyne having most control over the newly formed "monster" while the other, more scattered brains took a backseat. Alphys, both mortified and thankful to see Undyne in this state, was a tad bit more relieved to find that Undyne had actually kept most of her mental state and would in fact be staying alive. However, the issues popped up when it came to monitoring this giant amalgamate and breaking the news to everyone else in the area.

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4. Fragmentation

Alphys tries to off themself in a different way, choosing to dive into The Core hoping to plummet to their death. However, they end up shattering themself through time and space like Gaster presumably did.

I don't have much of a story or idea of what could happen from here, perhaps Alphys meeting Gaster or taking their place. You could do a lot with that idea, but I'm not sure where to even begin.

5. Ascension

Flowey makes a big frick-up and turns Alphys into a God. It's similar to The Thought where Sans absorbs the 6 Human Souls, but it's with Alphys and the reasons are drastically different.

While preparing to extract the DETERMINATION from the 6 Human Souls in the True Lab, Alphys encounters Flowey, who politely asks her for the SOULs to become a GOD, else he'll kill Alphys and take them by force. However, Alphys refuses and tries to run off with the SOULs, to which Flowey is quick to stab her with vines. The SOUL containers fall to the floor, shattering and releasing the SOULs, which Flowey proceeds to begin absorbing. However, before he can, Alphys retaliates and absorbs them HERSELF.

Not too sure what could/would happen afterwards though.