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rodrigobera04 · 1 year ago

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Continuing with the list of ideas for Pokémon, now I'm going to do it with the Psychic type.

Here it is:

PSYCHIC PURE

Sleepwalking stuffed animal that creates sleepy waves with its yawn.

Psychedelic zebra walking in herds that form abstract patterns.

Ballerina balanced on her single leg through her telepathy.

Elephant distributing its weight to stay light and float.

Related to unown, themed on numbers and sums.

Frog with spiral innards that form a hypnotic pattern.

Rabbit creating illusory copies that can multiply.

Alien cartoon star; his true form is an eldritch creature with tentacles.

Llama creating thought clouds and covering himself with them.

PSYCHIC/FAIRY

Fairy "princess" who controls fauna with music, especially butterfly Pokémon.

Anphiuma siren makes a croaking sound that creates illusions in the water.

Mothman predicting disasters and circling places to warn people.

Alien doppelganger that kidnaps people and takes their place; erases memories.

Puzzle creature, each piece has its own mind; it needs to be assembled to capture.

Invisible imp seen by children, acting as an imaginary friend.

Platypus with a sensory organ that allows it to see even with its eyes closed.

Quadrupedal magic lamp; its true body is a smoke djinn that performs wishes.

Dancing fairies making people dance in collective hysteria.

PSYCHIC/FLYING

Falcon capable of seeing the future through his greatly improved vision.

Floating sand dollar, reminiscent of a flying saucer.

Floating colorful flounder based on flying carpets.

Land animal that imagined it had wings and gained them through evolution.

Raven witch being able to fly without wings through a potion.

Floating dancer performing serpentine dance and creating abstract colorful shapes.

Little songbird flying dizzily while singing a disorienting song.

"Astronaut", mysterious space creature capable of floating in Earth's gravity.

Transparent sky rod that can erase its presence so as not to be seen.

PSYCHIC/BUG

Tse-tse fly manipulating people's dreams and nightmares.

Cricket singing angelic songs that make everyone stop and listen.

Parasitic worm wrapped around insects like a scarf, controlling their movements.

Carnivorous larva making hypnotic luminous webs that attract winged prey.

Anthill beetle creating an army of mentally manipulated ants.

Stick bug satellite dish, receiving signals and passing them to televisions.

Swarm of insects (bees or wasps) forming a humanoid being with a collective mind.

Trapdoor spider that creates wormholes to ambush prey.

Telepathic insectoid alien similar to a praying mantis.

PSYCHIC/NORMAL

Telepathic egg that is never hatched, increasing in size and multiplying.

Alien mutant cow disguised among ordinary cows.

Doodle monster brought to life by children's imagination.

Vinyl record that manipulates music around it.

Laboratory-made monkey/mouse hybrid with mental powers.

Hippie satyr with abilities to communicate with fauna and nature.

Gecko hypnotizing insects with its glowing eyes.

Clown seal creating spheres of psychic energy.

Small mammal with long whiskers resembling insect antennae.

PSYCHIC/ELECTRIC

Electric magician who manipulates static to make things float.

Creature with antennas that transforms its electrical pulsations into lightning.

Night monkey lighting up the dark with his lantern eyes.

Creature with three traffic light eyes, controlling the movement of targets.

Robot with advanced AI that gives him psychic powers.

Hammerhead shark with radar that locates hidden objects.

Heart creature, its beats manipulate emotions.

Witch creating spheres of lightning through her magic.

Chiton with magnetic ability, serving as a compass.

PSYCHIC/DARK

Nocturnal predator, confused with a UFO; livestock predator.

"Baphomet" goat using one of its horns as a black magic staff.

Parasite sloth causing the host to become very relaxed and drowsy.

Nekomata with two heads, one white, the other black, representing ying and yang.

Psychic minotaur trapping prey in labyrinthine illusions.

Eyeless cave salamander, with its gills forming closed eyelids.

Ugly creature creating a mirage disguise that makes him beautiful.

Cyclops with a single, unsettling eye, giving an uncanny valley feel.

Angler fish couple sharing their mind and with hypnotic bait.

PSYCHIC/GHOST

Astral vampire, a ghostly bat sucking positive energy from the victim.

Tiger skin with bizarre and psychedelic patterns.

Mummy manipulating people to be his servants.

Nightmare incarnate, demon that steps on sleeping people.

Scarecrow balloon haunting orchards, scaring birds with his "eyes".

Tulpa created by collective imagination that a place was haunted.

Voodoo doll hedgehog; its needles cause relief as well as pain.

Skin and bone instruments come to life in occult rituals.

Brocken specter inhabiting mountains and scaring climbers.

PSYCHIC/DRAGON

Psychic Kaiju, prefers to destroy buildings with the strength of his mind.

Kirin floating instead of walking, avoiding stepping on vegetation.

Alien race of reptiles, capable of changing shape.

Naga commanding snakes by scents and whistles, like a snake charmer.

Serpentine dragon making geometric shapes with its sinuous body.

Anglerfish like predator, with antennae imitating defenseless princesses.

Colonial monster organism like Destoroyah, formed by an individual Pokémon.

Dragon in the shape of a tongue, has a false illusory body, lying inside the "mouth".

Cockatrice with huge wings that form intimidating eyes.

PSYCHIC/WATER

Sea turtle with a calm aura, predators even give up attacking it, falling asleep.

Amabie capable of curing illnesses with just her image.

Venus glirde making undulating movements, matching its iridescence.

Hippocampus balanced on the surface of the water, performing acrobatic maneuvers.

Small fish from reef, summoning a ferocious shark from a portal.

Deep-sea toadfish, with fins for feet, slowly gaining intelligence.

Very fast sailfish, leaving an after-image, deceiving the opponent.

Peaceful pokémon that meditates over waterfalls, can even reverse water flows.

Rain elemental dancing a ritual dance to change the weather.

PSYCHIC/GRASS

Psychedelic fern with spiral leaves.

Antelopes with flowery horns that bloom when using psychic powers.

Orchid imitating a female insect to seduce males.

Bromeliad spider with a mental link to a small frog.

Tree with beard of foliage, reminiscent of a wise elderly face.

Animal housed in a hollow trunk, transforming it into a huge puppet armor.

Flower making almost inaudible noises to converse among its kind.

Hallucinogenic angel's trumpet with its flower forming a witch or wizard's hat.

"Blob" organism spreading its viscous body and branching, spreading its mind.

PSYCHIC/STEEL

Space creature making a cocoon of scrap metal in the earth's atmosphere.

Artist pokémon molding metal to create psychedelic works of art.

Psychic sniper manipulating metal and shooting guided bullets.

Monster like a spinal column with small neural tentacles like nerves.

Metallic and laminated spinning top kept upright by psychic powers.

Swordsman with needle and thread, sewing psychic threads, causing stumbles.

Heads and tails coin, changing luck in battle.

Sentient gear that gives life to mechanical bodies.

Monster with stethoscope ears, capturing sounds, can hear even on stone.

PSYCHIC/ROCK

Alien coming on a meteor, has anti-gravity powers.

Sundial, looking like a turtle, alters someone's perception of time.

Hunky punky capable of seeing a person's nature, serving as a gatekeeper.

Stone beast animated by magical petroglyphs, created to protect caves.

Rocky burrowing owl with the ability to throw stones through its mind.

Ancient toy from archaeological sites, moved by a paranormal force.

Yokai posing as a baby, like a petrified fetus, becoming heavier when carried.

Pokémon parading and balancing rocks on their heads to maintain their posture.

"Buddha", a calm stone creature meditating, and can even become light.

PSYCHIC/GROUND

Octopus adapted to land and taking a more humanoid and intelligent form.

Carpet shark altering its image to look like just its silhouette.

Sentient floor engraving, probably created to communicate with aliens.

Desert fox creating mirages with sand manipulation.

Quagga that dematerializes into dust, escaping extinction.

False tree monster, with branched horns and branched feet for communication.

Clay elf disguised in the gardens, with real eyes who see everything.

Naked mole rat queen, on top of a throne of manipulated subjects.

Mini "planet", earth and water elemental flying in its own orbit.

PSYCHIC/FIGHTING

Odalisque holding a serpent, fighting together in psychic harmony.

Contortionist capable of curling and knotting his body and limbs.

Neuron with strong tentacles, combining mind and strength.

Fragile creature commanding an organic biomass, serving as a brain.

Canine beast with radar to find victims of disasters, also raising debris.

Don Quixote-style paranoid knight, but capable of taking down even giants.

Fighter with a bump on his head that appears to increase his psychic strength.

Impact-resistant Pokémon, like a test dummy, and can heal itself with its mind.

Sleeper using pillows in combat, irritated with whoever wakes him up.

PSYCHIC/FIRE

Tarsier with huge flaming eyes that generates fire to see the future.

Desert antelope creating mirages from their super-heated horns.

Demon with a terrible fever that increases his power, but leaves his head glowing.

Spirit made of flames creating hypnotic movements while dancing.

Volcanic "deity" who manipulates minds with smoke so that they deliver sacrifices to him.

Candle changing the shapes of its flames to communicate.

flaming "cupid" that personifies passion.

Circus artist manipulating fire in the shape of balloons.

Jinni drawing powers from sunlight, radiating light.

PSYCHIC/ICE

Ice mirror distorting images and reflecting attacks.

Mountain goat balanced on thin strands of ice.

Yeti erasing memories and eluding witnesses.

Crystalline life form with a brain inside its icy body.

Intelligent cetacean evolving into a telepathic humanoid race.

Hermit turtle meditating in its shell that has become a "cave".

Crystalline ice figure, resembling a swan, skiing on the ice.

A hibernating animal, its dreams literally froze while it slept.

Snow Leopard, materializing its spots into destructive energy spheres.

THE LAST:

Psychic mythical cat formed by geometric shapes, capable of changing the dimensions,shapes,forms and size of things.

#fakemon #pokemon #psychic pokemon #psychic type

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butterflies-and-blades · 2 years ago

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Session 8: Close Calls and the Briefest Brushes

My walk with Verca started quiet. The silence was heavy--it seemed we both had things we wanted to say, or at least knew there were things to say, and were hesitant to break that soundless wall.

Still feeling guilty about not asking Verca how his night had gone, I started by asking how he had slept. I had wanted to jump straight to whatever had happened when he grabbed my wrist, but it felt wrong to try breaking the tension with something that would likely only invite more. He said he slept fine. He also said that things were more intense than usual, which is an odd pair of sentiments to hold beside each other. Confused, I had asked what he meant by that, but he insisted it was nothing important. More of a disruption than anything. Unsure of what else to say about the dream, I reassured him that he can always talk to Talo and me if something is bothering him. I do not know how much he actually believed that, though; the best I can do is hope.

More silence wormed between us the way a persistent breeze separates the previously touching branches of nearby trees. That increasingly familiar ache at the top of my chest--tucked neatly behind my sternum, slid between my lungs--had returned.

Still trying to coax the words from my mouth, my struggle was interrupted when he spoke first, asking how I was doing.

The past day had been a series of heavy weights, one dropping down after another. With each addition, I felt less certain that I really knew myself. I was drowning in feelings, unable to even find the words to properly describe them. And I told Verca as much, which opened the door to ask what had happened before.

He initially tried to play it off as nothing, which was starting to resemble a familiar pattern. Keeping in line with the pattern, I kept pressing. I did not have any expectation of where the conversation would go, but I surely did not anticipate being asked if I had ever been aware of my heartbeat or pulse. Of course I had. I did not understand what that had to do anything, and he explained that he was surprised by how slow it had been--that he must be used to something faster because of being a tiefling. He said he had worried, but now that he knew it was normal for me, it was fine. Seeing my confusion, he took my hand and guided it to his wrist. Like when we first met and shook hands, his warmth was a pleasantly unexpected contrast to everything else.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. His heartbeat was the pounding hooves of a runaway horse beating against the ground. It sounded like he was on the verge of unraveling--like he might simply fall over any second. Waving away my worry, he pointed back to whatever went into his infernal constitution. And so we continued our walk.

Another handful of minutes later, as we were turning a corner and the fountain was peaking into sight, a frigid thought slid to the front of my mind. There were details surrounding John that had not made sense. As much as I hated entertaining the possibility, I could not look away from the nagging chance that John might have been involved in the orchestration of his uncle's death--whether that be as Rosi's employer or as her partner.

The day we arrived in Legen, John was there, telling Rosi to leave. He had said that they'd been through those motions before. But any time that we had pointed to that interaction, those details had always been failed to be acknowledged. What if that was all a setup to attract the attention of some group of fools like us?

Similarly, John had refused the logistical inconsistencies related to blaming us for the mayor's death. Initially, I thought it made sense to be dubious of a group who had been seen at the crime scene, but then Toma had agreed with us without needing the truth spell. Our points were right, but he would not hear them out. Perhaps because he needed to solidify someone to attract public attention outside of himself. Admittedly, it made his willingness to bring in Toma odd, but it likely would have been more suspicious if he had not.

And then there was the way Toma constantly ridiculed John. I would not be surprised if that kind of treatment came from more people than just the priest. What if he was tired of being treated like that? What if he wanted power?

I also was struggling to wrap my mind around John's lack of care regarding Rosi's fate. He lost his uncle. His family. If something happened to my fathers, I cannot imagine coming back from that. I am who I am because of them. Their love, their care. That's what family is.

Our first mistake upon coming to Legen had been being too trusting; what if we were repeating that mistake again?

I did my best to organize all these jumbled thoughts and laid them out to Verca, half expecting him to wave me off as paranoid. But he didn't. He listened, and we talked through our options, and determined we could not decide on any direction without Talo.

I was tired of all the not knowing. Now John was just another question added to that pile. I do not think I can handle feeling so far from myself much longer.

While we were waiting, Verca commented that he did not know much about his father. He barely knew the man and did not even know if he was simply gone or dead. He put his hand on my shoulder--again, that warmth--and said that he had always not known, but I had fallen into not knowing, losing the comfort that being blind to not knowing had carried. It was that loss of presumed stability that made him think my version of the experience was the worse of the two.

When Talo came back, we repeated the process. We tossed around a handful of ideas--each coming with their own downsides. In the end, we figured it would be best to be direct. We were set to leave Legen soon anyways, so if we ended up burning this bridge, maybe the fire would not hurt as bad. And for some reason Verca wanted us all in the area of the planned truth spell, anyways.

By the time we came up to the guards' quarters, John was the only one there. That buzzing feeling was back in my chest and the tips of my fingers. Looking at John, I felt a snake wrap itself around each of my ribs and squeeze.

From the start, I did my best to let him know how much I hated the conversation we were about to have and asked his permission to cast a truth spell--which he agreed to. Everyone present submitted themselves to the spell's effects without resisting.

And then I asked John if he was involved in the organization of his uncle's death, again emphasizing that we were not asking this terrible question lightly. And I do not think I can honestly say I was surprised when John avoided the question. We pressed, and he kept avoiding--up until he said he did not "hire" Rosi, leaving half of the question unaddressed, and moved to leave.

Verca pinned him to the wall with his two-pointed spear--one prong on either side of his neck--before he could make three steps.

So I asked again, practically pleading with John to be open with us, until he said that the mayor had been terrible. His uncle had treated John, his father, and his mother--the mayor's own sister--horribly. All of which culminated in John having reason to believe his uncle had his parents killed. So he had worked with Rosi to get rid of him, but he did not hire her. That was someone else's work.

The flood of information left me unsure how to proceed. He was involved in what happened, like we had suspected, but the pages of the story about the mayor had more going on than we had thought. The mayor we had met had seemed serious but kind enough; I cannot fathom how he--or anyone, really--could hurt their own family in such a terrible way like that.

I asked John if he had any intention of hurting anyone else, and he said no. That information, alongside a point Verca raised regarding the fact that Rosi was still the real threat to others' continued safety, made our decision to leave him be--rather than turning him into whatever other authorities existed in the city--much easier to stomach.

With that dealt with, Verca asked Talo what they were hiding. As the pattern goes, they avoided answering as long as they could, Verca kept pressing with the caveat that specifics were not needed, and eventually some level of information came out. At first Talo said it had to do with their identity, leading to a brief whirl of confusion until they clarified that they had promised not to say their last name.

I honestly did not understand what the big deal with something as simple as a last name was, but I appeared to have been in the minority in that stance. Both Talo and Verca were surprised to learn that neither my dad nor I had a last name. Verca asked if Da did, which he does, but it never came up enough at home for me to remember it.

They were also both surprised to learn that Dad and Da are not married or even vaguely romantically involved whatsoever. That is not to say Dad does not love Da--he is is his best friend; it's just not the kind of love that gets paraded around in stories.

With our time in the truth spell finished, we left Legen and began our trip into the desert to hopefully find Rosi. Partway through the trip, we went through the same forested oasis that had brought us here about five days ago. While the time there was brief, the return of dirt and roots beneath my feet--much more stable than slippery sand--was a relief. The only thing missing was the familiar dancing of butterflies in the air.

While going through the forest, Talo asked me to help them find some plants and herbs used for healing. I remembered a few flowers Dad had taught me about whose properties related to healing, but I wasn't able to find anything during our time there--instead too stuck in all the stress that was still sticking to my insides.

Back in the desert, we saw the massive dragon skeleton in the distance just as sunset was starting to color the sky. We estimated that we would be able to get there before it got too dark, which was good because we learned that Talo seemingly cannot see very well without an active light source.

Rosi had certainly been at the skeleton at some point given the papers we found at a desk carved into the last rib on the left side of the dragon. The first set of documents were written in nonsense symbols that none of us could read, but there was a drawer with a letter written in Common. The letter, addressed to Rosi--confirming that was likely her actual name and not an assumed or stolen one--detailed her assignment in Legen. It was all information that we already knew from living it, but it was at least evidence of her presence. The letter was signed, "Yours, Sala," which at the very least might be able to point us in the direction of her actual employer. I moved all of the papers into the Bag of Holding. Maybe they will be helpful in the future.

There was only a small amount of light left, and the clear horizon was enough to tell us that we would not be able to get to Greston within that window. Seeing a tent left behind near the remains of the tail, we decided to camp for the night, but before we could settle down, a cloud of white mist drifted down from the spine.

And then a large, shimmering, winged creature dropped down in front of us. The dragon's dark copper scales were the color of wet sand.

And once again, my memory of the resulting fight was blurred by the Mask. However, unlike other incident, I had flashes of coherency this time. The first time, I simply saw the scope of the scene spread out before me before hearing an aggressive voice yell, "NO!" before cutting me off.

The second time, I saw Verca diving between me and the dragon, trying to block an incoming attack.

When I woke up, he was with Talo. The two were close, talking and going over the details of something concerning the dragon. I was lightheaded and had fallen to my knees upon coming to--covered in a caky mixture of blood and sand--, so I wasn't sure of the intricate details.

As we came back together, I was surprised to hear from Verca that he had tried to stop the fight. While it was unexpected, I was proud of the attempt, even if it had not ultimately been successful. When the fight had started, I had told myself I would try talking to the dragon--hoping to appeal to it using Draconic--but I quickly was swept away in the combat. No one is perfect; we can only try our best. With all of the churning feelings writhing inside of me, constantly growing, the familiarity of fighting--returning to Da's years of lessons and the internal calm required to assess a situation--was one of the first substantial things to ease that sensation.

I was not ready to sleep, so I quickly volunteered to take the first shift of watch to delay the inevitable a little longer. Talo was scheduled for second watch and Verca third.

After they had gotten as comfortable as they could in the tent, leaving me alone to scan the surrounding dunes and trace butterfly-shaped lines into the sand at my feet, I realized that I probably should have let Talo watch first so that they would be able to see for a larger fraction of their watch, but it was too late to correct the error. The best thing I could do was search the campsite for anything to potentially make a fire for them.

Looking through the darkness that had draped itself over the desert, I didn't find anything useful for making a fire, though. Instead, I saw the distant silhouette of a tall, slender, feminine figure. And she was approaching the camp. She got closer, and the vague edges of her blurry outline became clear. Long black hair with pointed ears that peaked out from the sleek locks. A gentle expression that shone against sharp elven features.

She said she was looking for a friend whom she was meant to meet in Greston. I briefly worried that the dragon we killed had been the friend in question, but the body was still out in the open, and she did not comment on it, so that seemed unlikely.

I asked her name. Before she answered, she smiled and asked mine. I remembered Dad and Da once mentioned to be careful with names, so I told her she could call me Vesper, and she said she was Lana.

After I apologized for not being able to help her find her friend, the tone of the conversation shifted. She stepped closer, saying I was lovely and that she would not want me to be alone. That I was beautiful despite the marrings.

I am beautiful, but not despite my scars. They are a part of me and they are a part of my beauty.

Lana was beautiful, too, though. So I told her that.

She brought a hand up, touching the underside of my chin. I froze, eyes wide. I had never been touched like that before. Firm and soft, like the petals of a sturdy flower that could not be shaken by the elements.

She tilted my head up. I followed without resistance. There was a new buzzing bouncing around my stomach, unlike any of the pointed blurs from earlier in the day. This was different and made all of that tension slip away. Maybe for the first time that day, I could breathe without feeling like I was about to fall over if I took the wrong step.

Her hand moved to my cheek. I leaned into her touch, the most comfortable I had been in days.

She was so close. "I'd hate to waste an opportunity," she said, her thumb brushing over my cheek. It was like the rest of the massive desert was not there at all.

"Then let's not waste this opportunity," I said.

And then she kissed me, lips just as light and inviting as the hand on my face. Having never kissed anyone before, I had not expected it to be so blissful.

As Lana was preparing to leave, after saying that she hoped we see each other again in the future, her sweet goodbye--spoken with a smile and with glittering light in her eyes despite the night--used the fake name I had given her. A decision I had made before really getting to know her the way I did afterwards. I corrected her as she turned to go.

She looked back to me and said she understood why I had to be careful. Left with a simple "Good girl," those pleasant sparks were back in my gut long after she had disappeared from sight.

The mess of blood and sand on my body had been cleaned away at some point during it all.

With that, it was Talo's turn for watch. A fragment of me felt guilty for never getting to make that fire, but the regret was swiftly forgotten as I went to bed thinking how I hoped to see Lana in the streets of Greston soon.

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wickedsrest-rp · 2 months ago

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Mountain Wurm

RARITY: ★★☆☆☆ | THREAT: ★★☆☆☆ SIZE: About 10-15 feet long and low to the ground.

HABITAT:

Found most frequently at higher elevations, where they thrive on rocky terrain. However, mountain wurms can be found in lowlands despite their name. They’re highly adaptable and rarely cause large-scale issues. In Wicked’s Rest, you can have your first mountain wurm encounter at The Mane Attraction, where they keep one named Murphy.

OVERVIEW:

Resembling a cross between a centipede and worm, mountain wurms are segmented, plated creatures that are known for being able to walk on any surface. While most adapted to rocky steppes, their feet can adhere to walls of any material. They can climb trees, hang upside down in caves, and even skitter across water thanks to seemingly impossible surface tension. If only humans could do that! Well, now they can. A century or so ago, someone may have misheard the name of this worm when they decided to mount them, using them as a method of transportation. Some of those plates on their back really are almost saddle-shaped. Now known to most people across Wicked's Rest, it seems to have mostly worked out, and today some people keep them as companions around supernatural epicenters where they’re found.

Mountain wurms are relatively docile and can even be a little on the timid side. Though they eat rodents and other small animals, they also subsist on vegetation, and ones kept as companions can be fed hay, oats, and apples. While never completely tame (they are worms), mountain wurms do accept and even show affection to consistent handlers who understand how to best communicate to them. Riding a mountain wurm can take practice because they are blind and hear via vibration. There are a few people breeding them in captivity rather than catching wild wurms, so you can get a pedigree mountain wurm.

ABILITIES:

Can traverse any surface – they don’t care about texture, temperature, density, or height. They use their little feet without any fear.

Mountain wurms aren’t as intelligent as the horses they might be kept with, but they are smart enough to recognize handlers or people who mean them no harm. While they can’t hear like we do, they can learn commands based on vibration patterns.

When frightened or uncomfortable, mountain wurms squirt cyanide!

They do have very sharp teeth. While not aggressive by nature, even momentary aggression or fear can lead to bad accidents if there’s a limb too close to their mouth.

WEAKNESSES:

Because of their sensitivity to vibration and the timid disposition of some wurms, they do not do well in populated areas. Construction zones can terrify them, and even car traffic can prevent them from navigating well. This is why they tend to only be in more rural environments.

Despite domestication, mountain wurms usually have some territorial instincts. When they’re tame wurms, this might extend to their paddock or some of their favorite people.

They have the intelligence of a smart worm which, while impressive, is still worm intelligence.

Mountain wurms are slow. Not sloth slow, but they could never keep up with a horse or even a dog.

VARIANTS

ŌMUKADE:

Ōmukade have tough, chitinous armor and jointed centipede-like legs. They can grow very large and long, even exceeding 50 feet. Found within mountain caves, they behave much like prairie dogs, digging labyrinthian burrows through solid stone. While they don’t typically eat humans, they’re very aggressive and territorial, and will emerge from the ground with snapping mandibles when they sense movement nearby. Their armor is impenetrable to most weapons, but ōmukade are allergic to human saliva, and a sharp blade or spear coated in it can pierce them straight through, killing them. Do not confuse them for mountain wurms and try to pet them.

#mountain wurm #omukade #monsters #supernatural rp #town rp #horror rp #original rp #new rp

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moby-writing-and-stuff · 2 years ago

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Team Skuls Newst Moroun (NSFW)

Hau smiled as he stepped through the door of the restaurant, feeling the humid air of Alola wash over him as he stepped outside, the 20-year-old’s arms wrapped around a large paper bag full of what he had just purchased.

“Money well spent,” he said with a grin as he dug through the bag, pulling out a confectionery coated in sugar. Without a second thought, he took a big bite out of it and started walking off into Malie City proper. “Right…what did grandpa say the next trial was?”

“Hey did you hear about what happened up at the Observatory?” he heard some passersby say, making him stop in his tracks and glance over, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“No, what did Sophocles do this time?” the other one groaned, shaking his head slightly “Did he attract another giant flock of Magnemite?”

“Heh, no,” the first one said with a small chuckle “Apparently that weird machine he made to attract the Totem went nuts and almost fried a bunch of Pokemon. The Totem stepped in at the last minute to stop it”

“That boy will do anything to avoid going outside I swear” the other guy chuckled “Like, I’m pretty sure his trial would be easier for all involved if he just took the challengers down to where the Totem is”

“I know,” the first one said with a chuckle “Still, the challenger dealt with the Totem in record time!”

“Really? That’s impressive, Togedemaru is pretty damn tough!” the other guy said as they started walking away, moving out of Hau’s hearing range.

“Damn it, he beat me to it again!” Hau groaned, slapping his forehead with his flour and sugar-coated hand, leaving a bit of white print against his darker skin. “That’s the third time he’s done this! How is Elio so damn fast?! I saw him half an hour ago!”

This had been a pattern for the past few weeks for Hau. His new neighbor and friend Elio had started his challenge exactly the same day as Hau himself did and, despite him never having been a trainer before or not really knowing anything about Alola be it geography or who the Trial Captains were, he had been ahead of Hau from the start. The green-haired young man sighed and shook his head.

“No use complaining about it,” he said as he walked through the Johto-inspired streets of the city “Complaining will just slow me down more! I need to get up to that Observatory and catch up with him!”

With a big smile on his face, the young trainer took off toward the back of the town, leaving a small trail of sugar and flour as he ran.

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“WAIT UP!” he shouted as he ran up the road leading out of the city. A few feet ahead of him was a large blue bus, the door slowly closing. He winced as he stepped on a rather sharp rock that became stuck in the soft rubber of his sandals, but he didn’t slow his rush. “I HAVE TO HEAD UP TO THE OBSERVATORY!” he screamed at the top of his lung as the bus’ engines began to roar to life. He smiled a little as he got close, close enough to touch the bus’ blue metal surface, but before he could do anything else, the pipe right in front of him trembled and with a roar from the engine a cloud of foul, acrid smelling smoke flew out and hit the young trainer in the face.

“GAH!” he shouted, wafting his arms in front of his face and coughing, the disgusting smoke entering his mouth as the engine roar began to fade away. “W-Wait!” Hau shouted as he waved away the exhaust, only to see the vehicle puttering away, already a reasonably good distance away from him as it began to worm its way up the curved road of Mount Hokulani, leaving him high and dry.

“Balls!” he shouted, smacking himself on the forehead, sending another plume of sugary dust all around his head. Growling he wafted his hands through it and stepped on “Fine, if I can’t ride, I’ll walk”

“Pfft, yeah good luck with that!” came a rather gruff-sounding voice from his left. Frowning, Hau turned and saw a guy, maybe a year older than him, leaning against one of the many palm trees that lined Route 10.

The guy was wearing a pair of old gym shorts, a bandana wrapped around his hair, and most of his face was covered by a handkerchief. Though what drew the eye was the slightly ill-fitting muscle shirt that seemed to be just a bit too tight on the guy’s muscular body. Hanging loosely off his neck was a large medallion with a stylized silvery white S. Hau frowned and crossed his arms

“If you’re looking for a fight, I’d turn around and leave” Hau said plainly “You're not the the first Skull to pick a fight with me”

“Heh, oh dat I believe” the guy chuckled as he looked at Hau with a strange gleam in his eye, sending shivers through the Islander’s body. “Thouh not sure how it all turned out for ya”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hau asked, his frown deepening as he looked at the Grunt, who didn’t move from his lazy position leaning against the tree. Looking closer, Hau could see the guy didn’t even have any pokeballs on his belt.

“Well, ya won't beat the other guy, sall I’m saying” the grunt said with a shrug and Hau could swear he was smirking under that bandana.

“What the hell do you-”

“I mean, tha other guy just walked throug the other chumps like they weret even there” the grunt continued smoothly, like Hau had never uttered a single word. “But you? Heh, nah yove got no chance at all”

“What do you mean by that?” Hau hissed, his frown shifting into a hate-fueled glare, his hands turning into clenched fists

“Oh pleaze. Ya think we aint heard of ya?” the grunt said with a chuckle “The grandson of that old useless fart of a Kahuha who’s getting his tanned ass kicked by a newbie to the islands? I think every Skull in Alola knows your sorry ass!”

“S-Shut up!” Hau growled, his face glowing red

“What, don’ like hearing the truth?” he said, lifting an eyebrow “I mean, shit I’be heard from the guys over on the other island, how ya couldn’t beat him till that Kanto kid showed up and saved your hide”

“No he didn’t!” Hau shouted, wincing a little as his nails began to dig into his palms due to how tightly his fists were clenched.

“Oh yea? Ya willing to back tha up? Or are ya just gonna yap on without proofing nothing?”

“Screw you” Hau hissed, grabbing the strap of his backpack and turning to face the road asphalt road leading up to the observatory. Without giving the grunt another glance, he started marching up the road, a look of anger clear in his face with every step he took. The grunt meanwhile simply waited calmly by the tree as the Island Challenger stomped up the road and out of sight.

“Heh, fucking dumbass” he chuckled as he finally stood up straight, watching as Hau dissapeared behind the first turn of the road. “Insecure asshats wid too much to prove are so fucking easy to rile up” he muttered as he pulled out an old cell-phone from his pocket. It was a beat up old chunk of plastic that was most likely just as old as he was, but it worked and that’s all that mattered. “No one joins the Skulls for the gud pay…” he muttered as he typed in the number on the rather spongey buttons.

A dull tone rang out as he put the thing to his hear, being replaced a second later with a slow, rather dull sounding voice.

“Yo, what’z up?”

“Yo” the grunt greeted back, smiling under his handkerchief “Ya got another dumb challenger on the way up. Dumbass missed the bus and took like two seconds to rile up”

“Heh, perfect!” came the response from the other end of the line “Want us ta jump him?”

“Hell yeah.” the grunt said with a big grin “Ya do have the Pokemon I gave for it?”

“Course I do, bro!” the other voice said, sounding as indignant as possible “I’m not that dumb”

“Perfect” the grunt smirked as he looked up the now empty road “He should be up there in a few, so get ready to do it quick”

“Heh, sounds gud bro! Dumbass will never know what hit him!” came the response before the line went dead. The grunt just kept the smirk on his face pocketing the phone and getting back into position laying against the tree, ready to antagonize the next guy to miss the bus.

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Hau grumbled as he climbed up the road, sweat pouring down his face as the sun beat down on him.

“Stupid Skull grunt…” he mumbled as he stomped upwards, the dirt road turning into asphalt under his feet. The greenery of the hillside disappeared, replaced by reddish-brown stones and the occasional tuft of yellow grass poking in between the stones. There was still no trace of the bus coming back down, so he kept on walking. He shook his head and kept going up.

“Why is there only one bus…” he mumbled, wiping sweat off his brow.

“Cauze most trainers aren’t morons who miz it!” came a shout from the side of the road. Stopping in his tracks, Hau turned to look for the source of the voice, his hand going into his pocket and pulling out a Pokeball.

“Who said that?” Hau shouted, squinting his eyes and walking closer to the side of the road. The paved road beneath his sandals changed to gravely stone as he stepped off the road properly and stepped over the barrier. Spreading out in front of him was an expanse of tall, rather jagged rocks that made up most of Mount Hokulani. “Who’s there!?

“Fuk, no need to shout!” came the voice again, this time much closer. Looking around, Hau saw a familiar looking figure sitting on one of the larger stones, a pair of pokeballs in hand

“What the…. How did you get up so quick!?” Hau shouted, holding up his own pokeball and glaring “Why are you following me?!”

“Folloin you? Bro, I only just met your stupid ass” the grunt said with a scoff “Ya can’t tell one Grunt from another? An ya call us stupid”

“Well, you all wear the exact same clothes and cover your faces!” Hau said, gripping the pokeball tightly “It’s no wonder you all look the same!”

“Fuk, your dumb as rocks!” another, similar sounding voice said to Hau’s right. Eyes wide, he turned to see where it came from, to see another Grunt walk out from behind another large boulder, pokeball in hand and ready to battle if it came down to it. “There’s loads moar to our look than just bandanas and shirts!”

“Ya really expect some dumbass trial fucker to understand dat?” a third voice said. Hau gulped and looked over, seeing that a third grunt had come out of hiding

“Yeah fair point bro” the first one said as he hopped off the rock and walked closer to Hau. The green haired trainer frowned as he slightly loosened his grip on the pokeball. Even if Skulls weren’t that much of a threat, cornered in a place like this against three of them there wasn’t that much he could really do.

“Alright, what do you want?” the trainer asked, putting his pokeball back in his pocket.

“Heh, guez ya do have somethin between those ears” the first grunt said, seeing Hau pocket his ball. “Righ, well. We just wanna ask ya sumethin”

“Well, then ask” Hau said

“Right” the second one said with a chuckle “Our boss told us ta look out for trainers from Mellee Island….or sumethin like that…”

“Melemele, ya dumbass” the third grunt said with a roll of his eyes “So, are ya from there?”

“Wait, don’t you know who I am?” Hau asked, frowning “The guy at the bottom of the hill did”

“Yeah well, he’s a fucking smartass” the first grunt said “Look just answer the question”

“Ok…yeah I’m from Melemele Island…” Hau asked, blinking in confusion “Why do you-”

“Hey were askin the questions here!” the second grunt shouted “Keep ya trap shut till we ask!”

“Alright alright” Hau said, putting his hands up

“Righ, well we know yur doin that stupid challange….” the first grunt muttered “So, did ya get you're mons from that old fart Hala?”

Hau bristled at the term they used for his grandfather, but he nodded. Pissing them off won’t help right now… he thought

“Gud” the third grunt said with a nod as the three started walking around him in a circle. The green haired trainer gulped as he saw that, as they started moving closer to him.

“Right one last question” one of them said, thanks to them walking around he couldn’t tell which one anymore “Didya visit that big ugly chunk o’ plastic that’s floating in the sea couple of days ago?”

“Chunk of…. Do you mean Aether Paradise?” Hau asked

“Yeah that’s the place! So, did ya go?”

“Um… Yeah” Hau said with a nod “I was in Aether Paradise a few days ago…”

“Perfect!” all three grunts said and stopped walking, two of them standing in front of Hau, hands in their pockets and pokeballs nowhere to be seen.

“Right….” Hau said slowly, looking at the two grunts “So… what was that for?”

“Oh no reeson. Our boss just wantd us to ask those questions to any passing guy” the grunt on the left said

“Thanks for answering em” the one on the right said. Before he could answer, he felt something hard hit him in the back of the head.

“GAH!” he exclaimed as he fell to the floor, everything in his vision going blurry as he saw the third grunt, a rock in hand.

“Night nigh dumbass” the grunt said as he threw the rock over his shoulder “Talk to ya ral soon!”

Hau wanted to say something, but before he could, everything went black.

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Hau groaned as he opened his eyes, his entire head feeling like it was coated in cotton. The world around him was blurry and out of focus, but slowly improving. He groaned and tried to move, but he couldn’t. Not only did his limbs feel like they weighed a ton each, there was a strange pressure on his wrists and his ankles. Still, his body was moving, he just wasn’t doing it himself.

“Gud job ya frickin dumbass” he heard someone hiss “Ya probly broke him”

“Oh would ya relax?” another voice hissed back “I’ve got de things we need to patch him up right and quik”

“Yu sure that shit works?”

“Course it works! I’ve used it before ya frickin moron” the first voice hissed back

“Well lest that’s something” the second voice hissed

“Everythin else is ready?”

“Course. Got the mon and everythin” the second voice hissed again “Right where here”

Hau grunted as he suddenly felt something very cold against his back, sending shivers down his spine. Before he could do more than that, a pair of hands grabbed his head and kept him still. He then felt something cold hit the back of his head and a sharp feeling running through his whole body.

His vision returned to normal as the weird cold washed over his entire head. He groaned and blinked, looking up to see where exactly he was and whose voices he’d heard.

“Well, Im impressed,” one of the voices said, a Skull. Hau frowned and tried to move his arms or legs again, again finding that he could not

“Told yah it was gud shit” the other voice said, again belonging to a Skull.

Groaning a little, Hau lifted his head and looked around. Standing over him were two Skulls, staring at him, their eyes shimmering with what Hau thought was glee. Giving the two a scowl, he looked around to see exactly where he was. He was in what looked like a typical suburban neighborhood, but totally wrecked and vandalized. Every single house was caked in graffiti and the windows shattered and boarded up. The few cars around them were smashed and tagged, the tires all slashed or flat-out removed.

“W-Where….” Hau mumbled, wincing a little as another wave of cold washed over his head from the spot he had been sprayed

“Po Town, ya fukin idiot” the grunt closest to him said, throwing an empty bottle to the floor. It shattered into a million pieces, and the stench of alcohol filled the space thereafter. “Geez I didnt tink you was this dumb. Youl fit right in, amigo.”

“‘Fit right in’? What the hell are you talking about?!” Hau yelled, indignant, “Let me go!” The trainer struggled to move, but he couldn’t get away from them. His hands and feet wouldn’t move. He looked down and saw a thick, hard rope tied around his ankles, and he could feel one around his wrists as well. Hau was completely immobilized and at the mercy of his captors.

“Oh wow, dat’s one so obvious even I ain’ walkin into it”

“You’ll be sorry once my grandfather hears about this!” Hau shouted, trying to get up

“Playin’ da rich boy card, eh? Didn’t tak ya for ona those,” the grunt spat, “Ya grandpo ain gon do notin once we don withca.”

“Arcues who taught you people to speak?” Hau groaned, “You make less sense than a Rotom on a short circuit.”

“Why you littl!” one of the grunts punched him in the gut, causing Hau to gasp in pain. The youth winced, barely able to stay conscious as they dragged him towards the mansion at the end of the lane.

“Bro, chill” the other grunt said, grabbing the guy’s arm “Member what the boss said. He don’t want the guy hurt.”

“Yea yeah, gots ta keep the merchandise fresh, I spose.” the grunt admitted, “But wats a fu bruises, righ?”

“Merchandise?” the other grunt raised a brow, “when dya learn a big word like dat?”

“Some movi wit a green alien talkin bout shorts.” he shrugged, “point is, wats the wors that can happen putin’ som marks on im?”

“Heh, makes im fit in moar, that’s for sure!” the other grunt chuckled as they reached the mansion and threw the doors open, dragging Hau inside.

The green haired young man groaned and tried to break free again, but he had no luck as he was dragged through the dilapidated and trashed entryway and towards one of the many side-rooms. The main foyer branched into two adjoining parlors. He was brought to the one on the right. The windows were boarded up, and the light fixture was just an incandescent bulb hanging from a wire. They threw him inside and closed the door behind them.

“Righ, ya got the mon?” one of them asked the other. At this point, they might as well be clones to Hau, they were so damn similar as he sat up and glared at them.

“Course I got the mon, ya dumbass” the other grunt said as he pulled out a pokeball from his pocket “Ain’t mah first time doin this. I did it to ya, didn’t I?”

“Oh yea…..fuk I forgot….” the first grunt said with a dumb chuckle as the first threw the ball to the ground. In a flash of light, a small pink pokemon was standing there, staring at Hau’s eyes.

“Sloooooow?” the psychic type chirped

“....seriously?” Hau asked, looking between the pokemon and its trainer, “A Slowpoke? That’s your plan? You couldn’t have gotten a, oh I don’t know, a Mismagius? A Gengar? A Xatu? A Mimikyu? Anything else? Hell a Wigglytuff would be better than a Slowpoke!”

“...can Wigglytuff learn the move?” one of the grunts asked, only to get a smack in the back of the head

“No ya moron! He has no clue what wer doin! He’s bluffin’.”

“Oh…”

Hau groaned as he tried to move again, but he couldn’t break the ropes they had wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He was stuck.

“Look, we’re wastin time! Slowpoke, get closer to im” the grunt ordered.

“Slooooow!” the pokemon said, slowly moving towards Hau at the glacial speed expected for a Slowpoke.

“So, what’s your plan here?” Hau asked as he tried to wiggle free again “Have him annoy me until you get bored?”

“Pluase” the grunt said with a chuckle “What, ya think we’re that dumb? No tough guy. Ya are gonna join Team Skull!”

“Wait, this is your idea of a recruitment drive?!” Hau asked with an incredulous look on his face

“Think boss called it that once….” the other grunt said, only to get another smack

“Shut up ya dumbass” the first grunt said, turning back to Hau “What, ya think every single moron dat joined up quit on theyr own?”

“Wait, what are you-”

“Most of em are dumbasses like ya, who pissed off ol’ Guzma nough for him to want him to get the issue solved. An what better solution than turning an annoying Island Challange wannabe into a dumbass obedient grunt?”

“W-Wait, you don-”

“Slowpoke, Hypnosis!” the grunt shouted.

“Sloooooooooooooow!” the pokemon sang as pink energy flowed out of it’s eyes and into Hau. The green-haired trainer tried to close his eyes, but the energy penetrated clean through his eyelids and went straight into his brain. He groaned as his thoughts began to slow down, the Slowpoke’s singing drowning out every other noise around him as more and more psychic energy flowed into him. His eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed. The young trainer stopped struggling, not having enough energy to continue, all the while Slowpoke kept drilling its lazy power into his mind.

After a minute, his thoughts had slowed to a complete stop. He was blankly staring ahead, his head empty of all thoughts, of all actions. Slowpoke stopped using Hypnosis and moved back a bit, but Hau kept staring at the spot were it was standing, unable to think of moving a muscle. The grunts waved their hands in front of the trainer’s eyes, confirming he was completely out of it.

“Aight, cut da ropes. That’s the next step.” one of them whispered to the other. He quietly took out a pocket knife and cut the ropes that bound his arms and legs together. The rope fell to the floor, and his arms flopped down beside him, completely lifeless.

“Damn, dude iz totally out of it!” the grunt chuckled as he put away the pocket knife and pulled out a small case with two wireless earbuds “Theze go in next, righ?”

The other grunt nodded as he returned Slowpoke to it’s ball

“Gotcha!” the grunt said with a smirk as he slipped them into Hau’s ears, making sure they were nice and snug inside so they wouldn’t slip out. He pulled out his phone and dialed, “Yo! Plumeria! Got da goods ready. Get da program goin.”

“Ugh, you’re so lazy.” she spat on the other end of the line, “Alright, it’s playing now. Should be done in a few minutes. And, some advice you two. Try not to fuck the kid until after the hypnosis is done, m’kay?” With that, the line went dead before they could retort.

“Pfft, whadda we look like? Animals?”

“She has no trust in us. Don know why de boss keeps her round, with that attitude o’ hers” the other Grunt said as he stepped back and let the earbuds do the work.

You are a Team Skull Grunt played the audio in Hau’s ears, penetrating like a sword through his frozen thoughts You have always been a Team Skull grunt. You were something before, but that person no longer matters. You are a Grunt. You have no name, Grunts are too dumb to have names. You are a Grunt

“W-Wha….” Hau mumbled, his eyes going hazy as the words assaulted his almost frozen brain brain “N-No…N-Name is…”

Grunt. You are Grunt

“G-Grunt…?” the young man repeated, the word coming into his mouth directly from the earbuds

Grunt. That is what you are. That is all you have ever been. A Grunt

“A…A Grunt….” he repeated as the words wormed their way through his brain matter and cemented itself “All….I’ve ever been….”

All that matters is Team Skull. All that matters is doing as your boss says to do. All that matters is doing what makes you feel good. Being dumb feels good, being smart feels bad

“Being dumb….feels good….being smart feels bad….” the newly minted Grunt repeated, a stupid smile forming on his lips as the words kept repeating themselves in his head, worming their way deeper and deeper into it. The intelligence behind his eyes began to dim. Not that he needed that intelligence. He shifted and moaned a little as his member hardened inside of his shorts, starting to tent.

Grunts don’t think for themselves. Grunts do what their bosses say

“G-Grunts don thinks for themselves….” he mumbled, blinking as his eyes became permanently unfocused and the light of intellect fully was leeched out of them. “Grunts do what Boss sais…”

Obeying the boss feels good. Feeling good makes you more obedient.

“O-Obeying boss feelz gud….” the former Island Challenger moaned, his erection growing harder and harder as the words seeped into his brain. The tent in his shorts began to strain as more arousal coursed through his mostly empty brain “Feelin gud makes me more bedient…..”

You only care about serving Team Skull. Team Skull is all that matters

“Tem Skull iz all that matters……” he mumbled with a moan and a low, stupid-sounding chuckle as his dick twitched with need inside its prison.

He sat there for hours after that, the words looping themselves over and over and over, molding and squeezing his brain to make sure that all that remained inside was what Team Skull wanted inside. Memories of his grandpa, of attending the nearby school when he was a kid, dreams of becoming the new Kahuna, of completing the island challenge. All of those were slowly worn down by the constant never-ending repetition of ‘being dumb feels good, feeling good makes you more obedient’. Any trace of Hau was wiped out from the new Grunt’s brain, and all that was missing was the final command.

Cum

The Grunt’s eyes went wide as he moaned and finally came, his rock-hard dick blasting out cum like a hose. The yellow shorts he was wearing tired to absorb the sudden barrage, but they couldn’t. A squirt blasted its way through, all the while the Grunt just sat there, giggling like an idiot as the earbuds finally fell out of his ears, no longer needed.

“Holy fuk tha was gyud!” he moaned as he slowly stood up, stumbling a bit as he looked at the other two grunts in the room, who were just staring at him.

“Shit……fuker was pent up….” the one further back muttered, only to a smack on the arm from his companion. Said companion walked closer to the green-haired one.

“Wha’s yur name?” he asked

“Grunt!” the green-haired one said with no hesitation and a stupid smile as his cum-coated shorts dripped some of the remains onto the floor “Im a Team Skull Grunt! Why are ya azkin such a dumb question?”

“Heh, just chekin sumethin’ for the boss” the other grunt said “And grunts do-”

“What de boss saiz!” the new one finished, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning “Righ, ask way!”

“Wats the most important thing eveh?”

“Team Skull and de bosz!” the Grunt that used to be Hau said with a stupid grin, his eyes wide and slightly unfocused showing the lack of intellect behind them.

“What bout stuff before Team Skull?”

“What stuff?” he answered, crossing his arms “Shit like that doznt matter. Team Skull is all that matterz!”

“Heh well fukin said!” his fellow grunts cheered and gave him a slap on the back “Now, lets git ya out of that shit and into sumethin a bit cooler”

“Huh?” he muttered, looking down at himself “Why am I waerin this crap?”

“I dunno, ya dumbass. Maybe ya lost you're clothes and swiped theze from some idiot challenger!”

“Pfft! Yeah, problably!” the green haired grunt said with a smile as he grabbed the hem of the shirt and ripped it off, not caring about it at all “Still, don’t need it anymore!”

“Not gonna those either” one of the other grunts said as he grabbed the shorts and, using a pocket knife, cut them off, along with any underwear that was underneath.

“Heh, thankz!” he said as he felt his nude body be free for all to see. Not that he really cared, his brain was too empty to even understand what shame was, much less have it. If he could he’d happily walk around naked.

Though one of the other grunts threw a bundle of clothes at him.

“Bosz ain’t interested in seein’ yourr pecker without askin” the other grunt chuckled. The green haired one chuckled too as he quickly slipped on the clothes that almost every Grunt wore. Basketball shorts, cheap white sneakers, a sleeveless muscle-shirt that was just a bit too big, the big Skull medallion, bandana, and handkerchief around the mouth.

“There ya go!” the other grunt said, giving the green haired one a smack in the back “Now ya luk like a grunt!”

“But I am a grunt….so don I alwayz look like me?” the new green hair asked

“...I dunno” the other said with a shrug as they grabbed their new compatriot and led him through the slightly dilapidated halls of the Shady House. All round them, more Grunts, dressed identically to them, walked around. Some just talking, some getting in arguments, and others getting into fistfights. Despite how chaotic it was, the new Grunt didn’t see anything weird or wrong about this. To him, this was perfectly normal and had always been normal.

They headed to Guzma’s room, where their boss was sitting on his large chair, fiddling around with his phone.

“Yo boss!” the one in front said, stepping closer “We did whatcha asked for! We got rid of that annoyin Island challenger fir ya!” he pointed at the grunt that used to be Hau, who just stood there, tilting his head in confusion at what the other Grunt was saying.

Guzma just looked up from his phone and frowned. “Is this some kinda stupid joke or something?”

“Heh? W-Whatcha mean boss?” the first grunt asked

“First, that moron right there could be any of you complete dumbasses!” Guzma said, standing up and walking closer to them. “Second, this is the fucking guy I wanted you to get rid off!” he shoved his phone in the face of the grunts.

The green haired one looked over and frowned. Something about the black haired, pale 18-year-old on the screen looked kinda familiar. But whatever that sensation was, evaporate when he head a loud THWACK ring across the room as Guzma smacked the grunt in the front on the head.

“Fucking dumbass… You two!” he pointed at the two who’d stayed closer to the entrance “Fuck off, I need some time with this moron on my own. Got it?”

“Yes boss!” both of them said with a nod and turned around to leave the room instantly. As soon as they were outside, the green haired one let out a sigh and looked at his fellow grunt

“Fuk, what he do to piss off the bosz so much?” he asked

“Fuk if I know” the other one responded with a shrug “Not our problem though!”

“Heh, fuk yeah. Ain’t our problem that dumbass is getting chewed out!” the grunt that used to be Hau laughed. He gave his fellow Skull a grin “Wanna go and gave som fun?”

“Oh fuk yeah!” the other grunt said as wrapped his arm around the green-hair. The two of them laughed and headed off to the Shady House’s dormitories, ready to have fun the way only stupid grunts knew how.

And that’s all the green-haired young man was now. A stupid grunt.

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sky-berrie · 4 years ago

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How would the batboys react to a female SO with Paranoid Personality Disorder?

Hi there!

Thanks so much for the ask. I hope this is okay :)

-Sky

Bruce

As a person living with paranoid personality disorder, you might be terrified that people are out to harm you. Your place of residence, Gotham city, does nothing but exacerbate your paranoid thought patterns, since criminals run rampant through the streets. It’s hard to distinguish between paranoid thoughts and substantiated concerns. Is that sketchy person with the full face covering one of Black Mask’s False Face Society members sent to abduct you, or are they just a conscientious citizen taking extra precautions to avoid contracting or transmitting the COVID virus? Being in a state of constant fear prevents you from living your life to the fullest. Luckily, your S/O happens to be Batman in his free time.

Bruce eases your mind just with his presence. He’s probably the smartest, strongest, and most resourceful person you know and being with him makes you feel safe. Bruce is the kind of person who you’d blindly listen to during an emergency – if he told you to jump out of a burning plane, you’d do it without a second thought because he’s never let you down in the past and you’re confident that he never will in the future. If you’re feeling fearful in public, Bruce will grab your hand or put an arm around you securely and soothingly whisper in your ear that he’s right here and there’s nothing to worry about. Having paranoid thoughts means that it’s difficult to reason with you, so you probably aren’t convinced that there is no threat, but you do experience some relief from his soft touch and gentle words. He’ll ask if you want to leave and he’ll take you to your safe space. If you’re feeling fearful in private, Bruce will hold you close and rub your back to reduce your anxiety. If you’re by yourself and start to have those racing, panicked paranoid thoughts, you can always call Bruce. He’ll drop whatever he is doing and come take care of you.

Bruce will teach you self defense to help you feel more comfortable around people. He won’t arm you with any dangerous weapons because he doesn’t want an innocent person to get hurt if you get spooked. Bruce will ask if you want to move into the manor since it has strong security and comes with several vigilantes. If you would rather stay at your own place, Bruce will install a variety of safety systems to make you feel protected. He’ll even spend most nights at your place so you can sleep peacefully. Overall, Bruce is like your lifeline. He’ll know just what to do to help you through your difficult thoughts.

Dick

Dick is a social butterfly who’s had his fair share of romantic partners in the past so it’s natural for you to feel jealous when he spends time with other people. Dick will adamantly declare that he’s with you and only you. At first you might try to ignore the prickly feeling of jealousy because you don’t want to come off as a possessive S/O, but the clues accumulate and suggest that he’s cheating on you. For example, he’ll rarely spend the night with you. You’ll catch him sneaking into bed at ungodly hours of the morning. When confronted, he’ll make up an excuse that he just went to get a drink of water or use the bathroom. You’ll spot bruises scattered over his chest knowing you definitely did not leave those there. He’ll play it off as a gym injury.

When you raise your suspicions, Dick is hesitant to explain. You take this as confirmation of infidelity and you’re ready to walk out. At that point, he has no choice but to come clean about his secret identity as Nightwing. That sounds farfetched and you likely think he’s a pathological liar. Finally, Dick proves it to you and explains that he didn’t want you to be dragged into his dangerous nightlife. While you accept that as the truth, you’ll always wonder if he’s hiding more secrets. Furthermore, you’re probably pissed that he was gaslighting you. Dick will do everything he can to make it up to you. He’ll apologize profusely and in extravagant ways, be more transparent, and shower you with excessive love and affection. It might take a long time, but eventually Dick will worm his way back into your good graces.

It doesn’t take long for the green-eyed monster to rear its’ ugly head again. Now that you’re in the know, you’re hyperaware of the attractive vigilantes that Dick works with and it’s emotionally draining to be jealous all the time. You don’t want to be the type of person who tries to control their partner’s life, but when the suffering becomes too much to bear, you might ask him to stop seeing certain people. Dick will calmly assure you that there isn’t anything going on with any of his vigilante friends. If that doesn’t appease you, he’ll suggest that you hang out with the team and get to know them. He hopes that you’ll see that there aren’t any romantic feelings between them. Whatever you do, please don’t force him to choose between you and his hero life. It will tear him apart.

Jason

Trust is very important to Jason. He doesn’t trust many people as it is and needs a S/O who he can trust wholeheartedly and who will trust him in return. He believes that this relationship will fail if you don’t have confidence in each other. He’ll take it personally if you distrust him. Jason will get defensive and frustrated if you accuse him of being unfaithful, especially if you don’t have a shred of evidence to support your claims. He’ll be offended and deeply hurt that you think so negatively of him but once he’s had some time to cool off, he’ll be able to process everything more objectively. He’ll accept that you can’t control the way you feel. You’d explained it to him once that you do trust him, but there’s a separate voice in your head that tells you otherwise. Jason won’t give up on you though. He’ll come up with a proposition - he’ll agree to install a tracking app on his phone so you can monitor his whereabouts if you’ll promise to work on learning to trust him, whether it be via professional psychotherapy or reading self-help books.

On the other hand, if Jason is one of the only people you trust, he’ll be elated to know that you two have built such a strong connection. It’ll be easy to confide in him because he’ll gladly listen to your worried thoughts with no judgement. At first, he’ll reassure you that nothing bad is going to happen to you – he’s Red Hood and nobody is going to pull anything on you if they value their life. Eventually he’ll realize that trying to reason with you isn’t helpful so he’ll stick to active listening when you’re experiencing paranoid thoughts.

However, if Jason is fresh out of the pit and emotionally unstable, you two will probably bond over your mutual distrust and cynicism about the world. Although you and Jason will get along exceptionally well, it’s possible that your irrational thoughts may feed each other’s paranoia and exacerbate the feelings of mistrust and suspicion. If you find yourself unable to let things go, feel free to vent away when you’re with Jason. He is the king of holding grudges, so he’ll probably support you and even join in on trash talking that person with you when you’re angry. Learning to forgive and forget is something you and Jason can work on together. In a way, it brings you two closer together since you understand each other on a level that others can’t begin to comprehend.

Tim

Tim very compassionate and patient; however, he’s afraid of triggering you so he’s often walking on eggshells around you. He just wants to be the perfect supportive S/O for you and doesn’t want to mess up the relationship. His worst offense (in your eyes) is using ambiguous language that lends to multiple interpretations. For example, he might innocently compliment your clothes/hair/makeup and you might assume that he only likes you for your appearance or that he’s implying that you’re vain for wanting to look nice. The moment you shoot him daggers, he’s realized his mistake and starts to furiously backpedal. He tries to explain himself, but he usually ends up digging himself a deeper hole. Eventually, he gets better at expressing his thoughts carefully so that they can’t be misconstrued.

Tim diligently tries to learn your other triggers and how to help. When you’re stuck in a cycle of paranoid thoughts, Tim will get you to focus on what’s real instead of trying to make you see sense. He’ll help you relax by walking you through breathing exercises, playing soothing music, or whatever strategies you find helpful.

Tim isn’t proud of this, but he’s resorted to deceiving you when necessary. For instance, if you’re experiencing paranoid thought patterns and want to be alone, Tim will hesitantly leave, but he’ll probably secretly monitor you only because he’s worried about your safety. If you’re afraid that others are reading your mind, he might pretend that he invented an anti-mindreading helmet to ease your suspicions. He knows you would feel betrayed if you ever found out about his dishonesty, but he reasons that your safety and comfort are more important in the moment.

Damian

Arguments with Damian are brutal. No matter how insignificant the disagreement is, Damian refuses to back down when he believes he’s right. Paired with your own stubbornness and contentiousness, these quarrels generally result in an impasse. Eventually your anger subsides and the depression sinks in. You might assume that Damian doesn’t love you anymore and that fight was the end of your relationship. Maybe you start packing your belongings to move out right away. Damian comes up behind you and asks what you’re doing. When you tell him that you’re leaving because he doesn’t want you anymore, he’s instantly remorseful. He takes your bags out of your hands and proceeds to pull you in close as he tells you how much he loves you. He assures you that two people can disagree and still love each other.

Damian doesn’t want to argue with you and he certainly doesn’t want to see you upset so he’ll always excuse himself before the argument becomes too heated. He hopes that some time apart will allow you both to calm down and come to a compromise, but it’s never that simple. Most of the time, you’ll need a third-party mediator, like a therapist, to resolve your dispute. The act of seeking out a therapist will be a huge accomplishment for your relationship. Damian likes his privacy and doesn’t want someone else in his business and you might be afraid to share intimate information with a stranger in fear that it will be used against you. Nevertheless, you both want to make this relationship work, so you’ll continue to seek help.

Damian has a habit of being blunt. He doesn’t mean to criticize or insult you – in his mind, he is only stating the facts or his opinion for the purpose of helping you improve. Despite his goodhearted intentions, it’s easy for you to take his comments the wrong way and perceive it as a personal attack. If he sees that his remarks have upset you, he’ll acknowledge all the positive aspects of your performance. Still, you might cling to the disparaging comments and ignore the praise. Going forward, Damian will try to be more encouraging and constructive and will only express feedback if you invite him to do so.

#batfam headcanons #batfam x y/n #batfam x reader #batboys headcanons #batboys x reader #batboys x y/n #bruce wayne headcanon #dick grayson headcanon #jason todd headcanon #tim drake headcanon #batfamily headcanons #batfamily x y/n #batfamily x reader #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #time drake #Damian Wayne #robinchicklets

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tendaysofrain · 5 years ago

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Random Stuff #10: Daoist Elements and More in The Untamed/MDZS Part 2 - Weapons and Magical Objects

(Part 1 Here) (Super-long post ahead!)

Talismans/Charms/符箓/符咒

The talismans in both the live-action and animated shows originate from Daoist talismans, which in turn developed from early shamanistic traditions. Like what Lan Wangji tells Jiang Cheng in the show, real life Daoist talismans are usually made for beneficial purposes, one of which being to ward off evil spirits. Other purposes of such talismans include everything from curing illnesses to controlling floods to communicating with the gods. In order to call forth gods to accomplish these goals, writing/drawing on the talismans usually include “incantations” that start with “勅令”, or “command”, on the very top. The word can be traced back to 敕令, which refers to orders from an emperor, but since 敕 is traditionally reserved for the emperor, Daoists use 勅 on their talismans. The meaning is also slightly changed, as 敕 has 攵 on the right, implying the order is written; meanwhile 勅 has 力/force on the right, implying the order is executed by “force”.

The body of the talisman sometimes include complex combinations of Chinese characters (合体字/複文) that are more like visual symbols and do not have their own pronunciations. On a talisman these “combination characters” are usually arranged in a specific pattern. These combination characters aren’t exclusive to Daoism, however. Below is a well-known combination character created from the word 招財進寶 (lit: “gaining wealth and attracting riches”), commonly seen pasted on doors and windows around Chinese New Year for luck.

Other elements of a talisman are mostly made up of symbols such as the yinyang symbol, eight trigrams, and special strokes that also hold symbolic meaning.

A fun detail from the animated show: in the scene where Jiang Cheng shows the inverted evil-warding talisman to Lan Wangji, we can see that WWX’s addition in blood near the top turns the 人 part into 夷, as in 夷陵老祖/”Yiling Founder”, giving the viewer a solid hint as to who changed the talismans.

Sword (Jian)/剑

Jian sword refers specifically to pointed double-edged one-handed straight swords. The sword is important to religious Daoism, but its origin as a culturally-significant symbol lies in history.

The sword was an actual weapon used on the battlefield before Han dynasty (before 202 BC), and it was that time, long long ago, that the sword was associated with certain human qualities, such as an unyielding sense of justice. From there, the jian sword eventually became an ornamental item symbolizing high social status. Evidences of this can be found in the Book of Rites (《禮記》), a book detailing etiquettes and rituals for nobles of Zhou dynasty (1046-256 BC). For example, a chapter mentioned “when looking upon a gentleman’s attire, sword, and carriage horse, do not gossip about their value” (“觀君子之衣服，服劍，乘馬，弗賈”). One such decorative jian sword artifact even survived to this day:

Sword of Goujian, King of Yue (越王勾践剑), part of the collection of Hubei Provincial Museum. Note: the engraved “bird-worm seal script” (鳥蟲篆; basically a highly decorative font) text says “Goujian, King of Yue, made this sword for his personal use” (戉王鸠浅，自乍用鐱).

By the Eastern Han dynasty (25-220 AD), Daoism had established itself as a folk religion. Many of the customs and etiquettes passed down from pre-Qin dynasty times were mystified and given religious importance in the then newly-established Daoist belief system, including the aforementioned etiquettes involving the jian sword. People came to believe the jian sword as holding magical properties, a weapon gifted by heaven itself, allowing its wielder (usually a Daoist priest) to fight and triumph over demonic spirits. As the jian sword became more and more of a Daoist ceremonial item than an actual weapon, it also slowly changed to this familiar form today:

(Modern ceremonial Daoist jian swords. Fun fact: it is widely believed that jian swords made entirely of peach wood have better demon-banishing abilities than regular swords, since peach trees were said to have demon-warding effects.)

So, a sword that was worn to show respect, used to showcase social status AND have demon-warding powers? Does that sound familiar?

It was no accident that the day WWX refused to take his sword with him (since he gave his core to Jiang Cheng so Jiang Cheng could continue to use swords) was also the day the other sects/clans started to alienate him. The sword symbolized status, and WWX was only the son of a servant, a “lone genius” (一枝独秀/”a lone blooming branch”, in the words of Jiang Cheng) among all the young nobles, so it was fitting that WWX abandoned the “righteous” sword path to walk a new and unique path in order to reach his full potential.

“Fly whisk”/“duster”/fu chen/拂尘

Remember the funny-looking duster-like objects that Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen held in the live action series? Those are called fu chen, or “拂尘” in Chinese, and hold symbolic meaning in Daoism. To explore that meaning, let’s first explain the name “fu chen”. Fu chen literally means “brush dust”, so the Chinese meaning is really more like “duster” than the common English translation of “fly whisk”. But then what sort of “dust” is it really “brushing”?

The concept of “dust” (尘) in both Daoism and Chinese Buddhism refers to the normal secular human society, with all of its material objects and worldly wants and worries. Thus, the symbolic meaning of fu chen/“duster” is to clear these worries and wants--in other words, worldly attachments--from one’s mind, allowing one to exit the secular world. For this reason, in China, the process of abandoning one’s normal life in society for the life of a Daoist priest or Buddhist monk is called “出家” (lit. “exiting home”) or “出世” (lit. “exiting world”; world here meaning society).

Since both Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen are Daoist priests (they were both referred to as “道长”), and both wandered through the world banishing evil rather than settling down somewhere and integrating into society, it was a nice choice to have them each hold a fu chen.

"Stygian Tiger Seal" or “Yin Tiger Seal”/阴虎符

This one is a non-Daoist reference, but it’s still rooted in Chinese history, so here we go.

The fact that the Stygian Tiger seal is called a “tiger seal”/虎符 and has two halves that unleash powerful resentment energy when fitted together (this mechanism is present in both book and live-action but is absent in the animated show, where the two halves appear to be conjoined), points to the inspiration being the tiger amulet. In imperial China, tiger amulets/虎符 are metal tiger figurines that split into halves lengthwise, and serve the important purpose of approving military deployment. The imperial court would hold the right half, while the left half would be issued to military officials.

When army deployment is needed, the official would bring the left half of the figurine to the imperial court, and if it combines with the right half into a whole figurine, then the military deployment would be officially approved. Historically, tiger amulets are a security measure designed to give the imperial court control over the military.

Finally, some joke talismans I found on the web:

Translation: “No need to work overtime”; “hold the talisman and chant ‘PIKA PIKA’”, “will confuse your boss so you can get off work early”.

Translation: “passes exam without studying”, “bullshitting it”, “no need to study”. (I think I’ll need one of these lol................................)

#random stuff #mdzs #the untamed #daoism #chinese culture #taoism

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carters-coffee · 4 years ago

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can you do a Juliabeth seducing the reader!!

YES YES YES

I'm gonna do this as if you're in Vicky's position because becoming a governess for David is the most plausible way for you to be living with them and I don't feel like putting the brain power into a super interesting backstory because, let's face it, we're really just here for the gay.

ALSO this is my first time writing polyamory so bare with me here

• As unprofessional as it is,a small part of the reason Elizabeth hires you for the job is because she's attracted to you

• I mean you're competent enough to justify it and do well with David but you being attractive doesn't hurt

• Elizabeth and Julia hadn't seriously considered having a third. They were just relaxed and secure enough in their relationship to know that they can drool over eye candy without being unfaithful

• (It can even be a bonding thing for them at times lol)

• When you're having dinner with the family for the first time and Julia walks out, she looks you up and down and looks at Elizabeth

• Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, smirking into her cup, and you briefly wonder why because you're a clueless gay ofc

• And in the beginning that was going to be the extent of it. They both find you attractive, but you're no more than David's governess.

• But as you become more settled in, you somehow worm your way into the middle of their little duo

• You didn't mean to, its just that the 3 of you get along so well

• You tend to be a night owl, just like the two of them, so when you stumble in on them talking late one night and they welcome you into the conversation, it becomes a habit

• You figure out the true nature of their relationship pretty quickly

• They didn't tell you outright, but they don't exactly hide it either; one of the things Elizabeth made sure of in the interview is that you're accepting of "alternative lifestyles"

• It doesn't take long at all for them to figure out you're also queer

• They slowly start flirting with you more and more, often teaming up to make you more flustered

• They have very different ways of flirting

• Elizabeth is more about using her words. She always knows exactly what to say to turn you into a blushing mess while still keeping her composure, utilizing her collected, elegant demeanor to her advantage to catch you off guard and fluster you even more

• Julia is more physical with her flirting. There could be seats all over the room with you sitting on a sofa that fits 3 people and she still slips in right next to you. She leans in during conversation, often finding little excuses to touch you like adjusting your hair or seemingly absent-mindedly tracing patterns into your clothes but in actuality she knows exactly what she's doing

• It confuses the hell out of you because they're already in a relationship with each other; for a while you're convinced they're just toying with you

• Despite this assumption, you continue to let them because, well, you don't want them to stop

• You just have to keep reminding yourself that there's no real feelings behind what they're doing

• Which becomes harder and harder

• Until it gets to be so much that you finally question them about it

• When you do, you're sitting next to Julia on the sofa (as usual). Julia gets quiet and looks over at Elizabeth, and Elizabeth gets up from her chair to sit on the other side of you so you're between them

• She explains that they've developed feelings for you and that, if she's not mistaken, she believes its mutual, and that they'd love to have you in their relationship

• And this is where we could either go the actual seduction route or the more dramatic route (longer but less explicit)

#headcanons #juliabeth #julia hoffman #elizabeth collins stoddard #dark shadows 2012

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melancholic-pigeon · 4 years ago

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Too Short For Ao3 Fic #3? 4?

SO this is the extended edition of the bonus wip I did with Sally's birthday. The overall fic it belongs to is Extremely Smutty, so I went in and revised out the brief references and I'm posting the family-centric g-rated stuff for anyone who wants that but not the smut! Cough.

Also, I felt bad about missing WIP Wednesday again. Lolsob.

Percy rouses at around eleven PM to a sketch of himself on Jason's pillow. There's a note on the other side.

I wanted to wake you up to say goodbye, but you looked so comfy I didn't have the heart to. your mom's presents are in the bag by my desk. say hi to everyone for me. I'll call tomorrow anyway.

love you to the moon and back.

-J. ❤

Complete with a little red heart. He doesn't even care that the doodle of him next to it, burritoed in a pile of blankets, includes a little spot of drool— he can tell by the rest of his cartoony, ballpoint features that Jason put it in because he thinks it's cute.

(And by the fact that he's said so, several times.)

Percy gathers up his junk. The cornflower blue sweatshirt he steals goes halfway down his fingers. He's come to accept that at six foot three and counting, Jason is the taller of them and always will be— barring some sort of horrible wood-chipper accident or curse from a grumpy deity.

Fortunately, there's something about looking up to meet someone's eyes that Percy finds incredibly attractive. He has since Annabeth outgrew him for the first time in eighth grade.

He heads out in his own jeans and the boxers he packed and the sweatshirt that smells like cinnamon. Once he boards the train, he stands with his arm around a pole and the other holding the bag against his chest, and tries to stay casual and keep the grin off his face.

It's almost midnight when he gets home. His mom, of course, is still awake, so he heads into the living room to greet her.

"My other half says hello."

There's a pile of presents on the coffee table. He puts the bag with the rest of them and sits down, kissing her cheek.

"He didn't have to get me anything." She closes her book and eyes the bag with a fond sigh. "How is he?"

Percy's the same way she is, always happy to do favors and give gifts, but feeling pretty awkward about receiving them. Jason's even worse, the three of them in an ongoing and circular competition to never let any of it go reciprocated.

"Working too hard, as always. Pulling As and winning games and barely sleeping to do it. His stepmother's up his ass and his father's a bully, so, you know, news at eleven." He leans his head onto her shoulder. "That's why he gives you stuff. He's trying to show you how much he appreciates you."

She sighs, and Percy knows it's because she's just as frustrated by the whole thing as he is.

"He knows I appreciate him too, I hope."

"Without a doubt." Percy smiles at her, watching as she goes a little pink and smiles back. "You have a talent for making him feel appreciated."

"He treats my baby like a prince," she says softly. "That's why I appreciate him so much in the first place. How could I do anything else?"

Percy turns his face into her shirt collar, another futile attempt to hide his goofy expression,

"He really does, doesn't he?"

Holding doors, pulling out chairs, offering an arm on unsteady streets. Jason's never laid his coat over a puddle, but Percy's pretty sure he would, if the option presented itself.

His mom starts playing with his hair, her fingers light and familiar.

"I'm just happy you're happy, sweetheart."

He knows that feeling too.

Half asleep from the petting, Percy lets himself be a little babyish. It's after midnight now, which means it's her birthday, and he knows that sometimes she misses when he was Estelle's age and little enough to curl up in her lap. He's way too big for that now, obviously, but he can still slide down the couch and rest his head there.

"You too, Mama."

She looks at him, her eyes misty with emotion and almost green in the light.

She's smiling, too.

She smiles a lot, these days.

—

In the morning, Paul makes coffee while Estelle helps unwrap the avalanche of presents. She's at the age where ripping paper makes her squeal with hysterical laughter, which worms its way into Percy's heart and melts it into pudding.

Several of them are from Percy's friends, including a handbound book of original recipes from Leo, a lovely silver bracelet inset with mother-of-pearl that Beckendorf made himself, and a huge sheathed knife with a matching decorative handle from Clarisse. The last one makes his mom snort as she gets up to put it on the bookshelf, out of reach of curious toddler hands.

"Decorative. Sure."

"I bet she'd teach you how to use it if you asked."

"I know how to use a bowie knife, dear. Your father and I used to catch and cook our own fish when we went camping."

"Which reminds me, he still hasn't taken me out," Paul cuts in, frowning. "I've been saving up dad jokes and embarrassing stories for four years."

"I'll bug him about it the next time we talk," Percy promises. "It's probably the ADHD."

"Do you want me to bug you about bugging him?"

"If you haven't set something up by blueback season, yeah."

Percy and Paul went in on a pound of jasmine tea, which his mom reaches for next. She immediately asks for a cup— it's one of two days out of the entire year where she lets other people wait on her, for a change, and even that took a lot of cajoling.

Paul makes the tea, since Percy usually scalds the leaves and it turns out tasting like grass. She probably wouldn't complain anyway, but it's her birthday, and she deserves to have the best tea that can be made in their kitchen.

"Is the last bag from Jason?" Paul sets the mug on a coaster in the middle of the coffee table, and Percy scoops the baby into his lap so she doesn't try to grab it. She mashes her tiny hand against his cheek.

"And Thalia. I'm not sure if they went in on stuff or he just packed them both in one bag to make it easy."

Either is a possibility. He watches as his mom reaches in and pulls out a large wrapped frame, Thalia's spiky handwriting answering the question.

Whatever's inside, it makes her shut her eyes and exhale deeply through her nose.

"Please pass on that I am absolutely furious."

She turns the frame around. An autographed vinyl EP of Sign O' the Times by Prince— one of the albums Percy grew up on, though she skipped a number of the songs when he was little. Thalia must have spent a fortune on it.

"That woman is incredible," Paul breathes, lightly touching the glass. "How does she get this stuff?"

"See!"

"She has friends in high places." Percy grins as Estelle reaches for the album, and holds her over the glass so she can touch it too. "She's also really good at barter chains."

His mother shakes her head, but he can tell how delighted she is— the two of them have spent hours animatedly talking about music, Thalia hanging on every word and groaning with jealousy over the concerts his mom went to in the eighties.

"I know exactly where I'm going to put it."

Thalia got her a turntable for her fortieth birthday last year, as well as a full set of replacements for every worn-out record in their collection— and had the originals framed too, since they had sentimental value. They're currently occupying the better part of two walls of his mom's study.

There's a blank spot by her bookshelf, right underneath the first copy, that the autographed album will fit into perfectly. Percy grins.

"I'll hang it up for you later."

She doesn't argue. There's only Jason's left, his careful print written out across the same paper Thalia used. The crinkling draws Estelle's attention, and she gleefully reaches over to help tear it off.

Their mom gasps at what's inside and puts a hand to her mouth, her eyes going bright.

It's a watercolor portrait of Percy and Estelle, laughing by the shoreline. She's dressed in a little bucket hat, a ruffled swimsuit patterned to look like a clownfish and the coolest shades in the world— sparkly blue frames shaped like seashells that he kind of wishes he could get in his size. He's in a wetsuit, having spent the morning surfing, and he's holding onto her hands so she can jump at the waves. In the distant background is the Montauk lighthouse.

It's beautifully done, like everything else Jason's ever put to paper, but Percy's never choked up like this over one of them.

"You remember that, Beluga? That was on my birthday, when you came and visited me and Jason at the beach."

"Beach?" she asks, expectant. Paul bursts into laughter, sounding as rough-voiced as Percy feels.

"You're your mother's daughter, sweet pea."

"Beach!" Estelle insists. Percy noses her pudgy cheek.

"It's too cold to swim, baby." His mom's eyes are sparkling, still a little teary. He can see Estelle in the smile on her face. "But we could go for a walk and visit."

"Brunch first." Paul kisses her— Percy averts his eyes, wrinkling his nose at his sister to make her giggle again— and gets up, heading back into the kitchen.

It's a lovely way to spend a late morning. Pale blue araucana eggs courtesy of Grover's new hens, a blueberry coffee cake from Nico by a fantastic hole in the wall in Hell's Kitchen, Paul's signature home fries made with blue potatoes and seasoned to perfection; all of it delicious.

Jason calls while Percy's doing the dishes. After his deep, resonant performance of the happy birthday song, the five of them chat on speakerphone for a little while, though he has to excuse himself pretty quickly to keep banging through his reading.

"Maybe next year," Percy sighs. His mom puts her hand on his hip, then crouches down to help Estelle with her light-up sneakers.

"He's always welcome for a rain check."

"He's always welcome, period," Paul adds. For the second time, Percy gets dangerously close to sniffling.

Montauk is a little far for a day trip, so they head to Brighton Beach instead. Estelle's shrimpy legs get tuckered out more quickly than the grownups' do, so Percy ends up carrying her on his hip, snuggled into his jacket to block the chilly breeze. She points at seagulls, shouting triumphantly every time.

"More bird!"

"That's right. A whole flock of 'em."

They watch for a while as the gulls fight over a discarded pizza crust. Then Percy feels an arm around his back and a head against his shoulder.

"I don't know how I got so lucky," his mother murmurs, barely audible over the rushing of the waves.

Percy's eyes sting.

For most of his life, her birthdays had been spent without fanfare. He was rarely actually there for them anyway, and Gabe complained so much it was easier to just ignore the day and focus on survival instead.

She'd been triaging like that since before she even met his dad, keeping herself afloat when nobody seemed to care if she drowned. It would have been easy to lie down and give up. Percy's pretty sure he would have, in her place.

He turns to hug her with the obligatory proclamation of a Stella Sandwich. He catches Paul's eye over her shoulder, and gets a wide, sentimental grin in response.

"Luck's got nothing to do with it," Percy tells her, leaning his cheek against the top of her head while his sister wriggles with delight between them.

"Listen to our son," Paul adds. "He's very wise, as you raised him to be. This is all on you, honey."

Within moments, she's surrounded by her whole family on all sides, and Percy has another arm around his back, and he's getting a little choked up over it all.

When she first started dating Paul, back when Percy was still in middle school, she'd spent weeks all aflutter. It was the happiest he'd ever seen her at the time. They'd sit outside and work on her car together, and she'd slip into song like a grease-stained fairytale princess without even thinking about it.

Seeing them interact is like cool water on a burn, Paul's devoted kindness soothing a lifetime of sitting back and watching people treat her like dirt. He worships her, just like she deserves and long overdue.

"I love you," she says, tearful and muffled in someone's shoulder. "All of you, more than anything."

"Love Mama," Estelle replies, and that's it— Percy's blubbering.

It'll never undo the damage, but it's about time she got a chance to heal and thrive.

-here in our bed, chapter 7, ~6200 words

#wip wednesday #yes I know don't look at me like that #i wrote this #sally jackson #paul blofis #estelle blofis #family fic #oh lord the cheese

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shini--chan · 5 years ago

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Hello, can i please get England and Germany(separately of course ^_^") x reader, who's pretty paranoid, but tries to act reasonable ? Like she's afraid that something might happen to him and that someone might be watching them. And also she's really scared that he will leave her for someone better. But at the same time she tries her best not to bother him. (P. S .Thank you for writing all these wonderful things. I hope my language is not too bad and you can understand me)

Alright this is quite an interesting ask. I’ll just take the opportunity to remind you all that this is a yandere blog, so I’ll be taking this ask as per usual in dark places. Always the pleasure, dear. Your langauge is just on fleek.

Yandere Hetalia England

You would know who irritable he is. Often, his harsh and condescending words would crawl under your skin and infest and spread there like scrabbies. They would be just as irritable and hurtful with his patronizing sneers and haughty tone making you feel so meaningless. Therefore, you would be walking on eggshells most of the time, constantly on the alert that something would set his temper off. You’d find yourself constantly looking over your shoulder when you’re doing something that he doesn’t view very fondly, knowing that it could give him another reason to deliver a round of verbal abuse.

Inwardly you were sweating. You knew that you shouldn’t be doing this. You knew that if Arthur found out there would be snarls of disapproval and pity that was downright sickening, because it would cause him to view you as somebody beneath him. Still, you carried on indulging yourself in a comic that you had picked up in a hotel lobby when he had taken you on holiday to Canada.

“What do you have there, love”, your personal devil gruffly inquired. Already you could tell that he was in a foul mood today. That you had visibly jumped up in your seat wouldn’t help to make your case. Shaking with fear, you quietly squeaked:

“Nothing. Just a magazine.”

Cautiously, you glanced over your shoulder. Arthur had one hand placed on his hip in an authoritative position. It made your mind go blank due to the stress.

“What did we say about lying?”, he hissed in that silk-soft candance that the static before a lightning storm. Eyes narrowed, and arms behind his back as he approached you, you struggled to cough up an answer:

“To not do it.”

“Then why are you lying to me right now?”

You swallowed hardly, as he hovered above you, his stare unwaveringly directed at you. You didn’t answer because you couldn’t – every time you tried to grasp for them your sentences would unravel, like cotton cloth stuck on barbed wire and the words would run away, screaming and laughing, all little children in their own right. Then those too green eyes flicker to the comic held in your shaking hands.

“Give that to me!”, he snapped but didn’t wait for you to quaveringly hand it over, he instead opted for crudely ripping it out of your hands. You could only watch as he regarded it with utter disgust as if it were contaminated with nuclear waste – and then proceed to tear it apart.

“You never fail to astound me, (y/n)”, he jeered as his hands worked fast, papers filled with flashy superheros and just as dramatic villains performing a ballet as they descended to the floor in flurries.

“Just when I think you’re improving you have to prove that the opposite is true. What is it that you find about these printed pieces of rubbish attractive? They have flat story lines, everyone similar to the other. The characters are one dimensional, their costumes are vulgar, and their speech patterns consist of the vocabulary of an eight-year-old.

“I guess that this could be considered appropriate reading material, for a dimwit. But I won’t stand for such a thing in my lover!”

Other than that, you would fear for him. Not you could genuinely love and care for him perse – except if you’ve developed Stockholm Syndrome or his yandere behaviour started long after you established a relationship. Rather, it would be you caring for yourself – how bad his day was would correlate directly with Arthur’s mood. That’s why it would always be in your best interest to ensure that nothing bad would happen to him, least you want to bear the brunt of his anger and irritation.

Arthur would have threatened you multiple time to drive out in the countryside and dump you there. You would know that only the twisted love he harboured for you would prevent him from following through with that threat, so you would do your best to ensure that he would never tire of you. Without a doubt Arthur would have other plans of what to do with you should his feelings for you turn bitter and they are all not pretty.

Germany

Ludwig would have his own set of rules that he expects you to follow. Unlike Arthur, who would expect you to abide to a certain lifestyle and not deviate from it, all without laying out the parameters, Germany would determine a list of concrete rules that you would have to follow. He would make these very clear to you going as far as to make you recite them all before you would get breakfast.

This way he would drill them into you, to the point that you would find yourself mentally policing yourself for even thinking thoughts that involve breaking one of the rules. You would grow to be paranoid of yourself and would start to view yourself as this sinful little cretin that needs guidance.

Resulting from this, you would also be scared that somebody may be watching you. You would procced to put black tape over any camera that belongs to a digital device. The shame that would stem from view yourself as an unworthy human being would scare you away from the public as well. Not that Ludwig would mind; it would simply mean that you wouldn’t have to worry about you escaping.

Deep down, you would also loathe yourself for being so vulnerable and absolutely hate for other to see you in such a weak state. During the rare times when you would have to deal with another person other than Ludwig, you would find yourself overanalysing the situation and before 5 minutes could be over you would be convinced that the other person hates you and views you as a disgusting, spineless little worm.

All of the aforementioned would cause you to become co-dependent on Ludwig. The thought that he could find somebody better than you would give you restless night. Because who would you be without Ludwig?

#yandere england #yandere germany #yandere hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere

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ranmanjuu · 4 years ago

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Hii~! Can I request hc, warlods reaction to MC who love sweets badly? I mean, she really really REEALLLYY LOVE SWEETS! Could you do for Uesugi-Takeda forces? Thank you~ 💕💕 I hope u have a nice day (*´ω`*)

thank you, i hope you have a wonderful day as well!

shoutout to the u-t forces for having generally like 3 less members than the oda, makes life easier :heart:

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—shingen:

the thing that he could’ve noticed about you first time you met, looking back, was that your love of sweets were obvious from the way you came out of the teahouse with a very satisfied expression. oh, and that you were carrying a bag of candies (which would spill when you bumped into him).

but ever since he’s taken you hostage, you’ve retracted yourself from revealing much about you. understandably so.

still, shingen is very methodical in his prodding at your heart, easing it up and eventually letting some things spill overtime. and one of those methods, of course, is to bring you down to kasugayama’s festive town.

he’s brought up the alternative of, you lose the game if you smile at him, but your stubborn ass said no. now you’re forced to suffer as you bite your lip and not smile as the beauty of kasugayama seeps in.

and shingen watches with delight; not at your indirect suffering, but more of the beauty of how you manage to be so magnificent without smiling.

because, it’s the way your eyes are filled with stars, it might as well be a galaxy’s worth. because, it’s the way your legs seem to float seamlessly from stall to stall, like an innocent child. because, it’s how your hand reaches out to his wrist and lightly tug on it; and it somehow makes him feel as light as feather for you to pull him along.

yet, each time, you retract.

he sees the way you try to restrain yourself from expressing too much when you order practically every single dessert on the menu. he sees how you cover up your face as you scarf down the plates of sweets.

after that, he’s noted to buy some candy or anything to give you.

(and by that he spoils you absolutely ROTTEN you’re lucky you haven’t had a cavity by now)

(^ also serves as an excuse sometimes with yukimura. not that he lets him off much)

you yourself quickly learn about his own liking for sweets, and now you have this sort of alliance to avoid the scolding of yuki. such entails sneaking snacks to each other all the time.

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—yukimura:

he’s noticed a pattern, early on, when about 80% of the time you drag him out of his booth, it’s to a teahouse. hell, he even recommends some during your early days in azuchi.

it’s when it becomes so frequent that he starts to scold you and try (mostly end up failing) to minimize your sweets consumption.

in his defense, he thought you were trying stuff out! he says to himself as you order every single item off the list.

again, it doesn’t take long until he sighs and starts pulling you away, slightly berating you on eating that much desserts in the span of a week. his lord is shingen; he’d know how to deal with you.

it’s weird, in a sense. he’s taken the role of an awkward yet caring caretaker when it comes to watching your eating habits. it’s gone from just reminding you each time you drop by his booth (to which you respond with a lighthearted roll of the eyes), to sometimes trailing you once you got closer just so you can’t sneak off on his watch.

and of course, trademark to your bond, it didn’t take long for you two to start bickering about which dessert is better. mugwort mochi vs. chestnut dumpling but on a bigger scale; since you both rarely have the same rankings of the sweets on the list.

you’ve tried the puppy eyes strat a couple of times. in your victory, you did manage to make him sputter and look away, all flustered and caught off guard, but you didn’t get your candy at the end of it :pensive:

strangely enough, at first he could get through and answer you clearly, even if it’s very grumbly. but now, he’s devolved to simply muttering under his breath incoherently as his hand covers his burning cheeks. weird, that hasn’t happened before, you think.

of course, there are some times when he allows you to splurge, such as in festivals and all. it’s too much, the way you look at the special food everywhere with stars in your eyes and drool almost dripping.

(and he himself will admit, he’d be a partypooper if he completely denied you of that enjoyment. if he’s enjoying how absolutely happy and cute you are no he is not what are you talking about)

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—kenshin:

you were taught from a young age to always thank someone, whether it’d be simply words, or even an item to show your gratefulness.

however, you don’t,,, exactly know what to do when someone saves your life.

extreme whiplash and shock, you can say. it isn’t just someone helping you with your task, or retrieving something you forgot in your classroom; no, you could’ve been dead if no one intervened.

currently, you’re in the stage of trying to process all that happened and just sitting there, dumbfounded, but you knew you had to do something before the man who saved you walked out the building.

without any time to think twice about it, you grabbed your plate and ran.

you barely manage to catch up to him, and only because you caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, turning to a dark alley.

“hey!” you shout, loud enough to attract attention from others, but apparently not the man himself. you could feel the cold energy radiating from his back the more you approach, yet you can’t back down.

you shout to gain his attention again, and you do. the moment the blonde turns around, his sharp eyes laying on you, it was like cold metal pressed against your body.

but you’ve gone too far, and if you just sputtered and went back, it’d be more embarrasing. you thrust your tray of varying sweets sprawled on it to him, “th-thanks for saving my life back there!”

.. and all you can pick up from his reaction is eyebrows knitted in a certain sense that you’re bugging him, but also slight confusion. “i don’t want your thanks,” he says, “and i don’t need your desserts.”

“i don’t care,” you huff in response, “just take it; i’d feel indebted to you if i didn’t do anything.”

yet as you say that, kenshin can see himself the way your hands slightly tremble, as if there’s a difference in what your mind wants with what your body wants, as you give him your tray, and the way your brows pull down a bit, and most importantly, the way your eyes waver.

because in truth. . .you’d die before you give anyone the sweets you want to eat for yourself, but he saved your life!

kenshin doesn’t want to be bothered anymore, and you’re much too stubborn, so he just accepts it with a deep frown.

but soon once he meets you again in sasuke’s presence, and finds your company in a teahouse,,, weirdly pleasant. even if it was just drinking sessions.

though your tastes lean heavily to the sweet sake, he also finds the fact that you have opinions on how different some sake tastes in the slightest sensations, and while he feels that he’d be annoyed if another person did it. . .something felt nice about you rambling and ranking sakes and general desserts in azuchi.

skip to the relationship, mf would spoil you, going back to even when you were held captive. each day then, he’d bring you sweets, every time different and from different teahouses. it’s when sasuke managed to convince him that he’ll kill you by sugar overdose (despite how much you like it).

and now he still; the most frequent places you go out on a date to is, you guessed it, a tea house. or maybe he brought some desserts to just sit on the porch and watch the blazing sun set.

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—sasuke:

man has a sharp sense of observation for people to achieve ultimate Socializing, to compensate for his lack of ability to express himself. such is the case when he sees you gasp excitedly and then promptly apologies and (try to) shut up when you pass a dessert booth when he shows you around azuchi.

and he decides to test out this theory, also in an effort to make you more comfortable and relaxed in the sengoku period.

so he does; always leaving you a pack of candies and the like each time he sneaked into the castle, or sometimes when you go down to yukimura’s booth.

soon, he’d be proven right. you always thank him profusely, snatching away the treats so excitedly, like a child. your eyes always shine so brightly, overflowing with happiness as you munch away, sparing no patience nor impulse control in eating every one.

(which would lead to the disappointment that appears on your face as you realize that you’d eaten everything, and that nothing else)

before, he always just,,, bought the desserts at a teahouse. but lately, although you don’t know it most of the time, he begins asking the owner how the do it, the steps of making a certain dish. his charisma sure goes a long way, despite how his face remains stoic and serious.

yukimura is often the witness for this, and he’s always confused each time. sasuke never really showed an interest in cooking or anything, as far as he knows. . .

unfortunately, it isn’t him that ends up finding the reason. it’s you, instead.

once he manages to worm himself inside the azuchi castle to see you, and gaining the trust of certain prominent warlords (mostly hideyoshi), he eventually got permission to enter the kitchen.

again, you didn’t even know where he went. all you heard was from the passing maids that told you they saw him heading in there.

which. . .piqued your interest, but each time you wanted to check, you always had other things you had to do.

but soon, you’d find out what the ninja was up to.

one day, while you were sewing in your room, your nose immediately sniffed out the sweet smell of. . .something familiar.

you perked up in excitement and a bit of confusion. the shadow on the other side of the paper door gave you more hope.

and it slid open, revealing a sasuke with a tray in his hand, and a strange soft gaze in his eyes, “i knew you’d’ve recognized the smell, you truly like these, don’t you?”

his hand sets down the tray gently, and the warm waft of sweet and rich scent floods in your nose. and quickly, you recognize what’s on the tray in the first place.

desserts, but not just any ol’ one. treats and candies made from your home place. a silent gaso broke from you, as you marveled in the dish that you didn’t think you’d see this soon.

“some ingredients had to be improv’d from the lack of variety in those, but,” you look up, and you see that his lips pull into the tiniest bit of a proud smile, “i thought that it’d make you feel a bit like home.”

you sat there, mouth parted slightly and eyes widened, filled with disbelief. chuckles broke through, and you jumped at him, enveloping him in a big hug, “thank you so much, sasuke!!”

you don’t see it, while you’re too busy laughing and wrapping your arms around him tightly. but his expression softens in a way never before, a small dust of pink lighting his cheeks as he breaths out a chuckle and pats your back, “anytime.”

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #cyikemen #ikemen sengoku hc #uesugi-takeda forces #*writing #*requests #sighs FINALLY i finished one #have like. one more to do before i take a break or open it again #woooooot

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emdythewriter · 5 years ago

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a new light | chapter fourteen (Elriel)

Elain woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and what could only be homemade waffles. Stretching herself out she threw herself out of bed and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen she now officially owned with Azriel.

After they had unpacked some last night once their friends and her sisters had left Az had gone down to turn in the papers he had previously signed. Technically he was supposed to sign them this morning but he hadn’t wanted to wait so he went down to their landlord after they moved all of Elain’s stuff into his place.

Heading down the hallway that leads to their now shared bedroom Elain finds Az holding a bowl of batter that he’s pouring into the griddle. Smiling at her boyfriend she leans against the wall, arms folded and relaxed. It’s hard to believe that just within a week their lives have taken a complete turn for the better.

There was a time when Elain believed she would never get to feel this happiness with her best friend let alone anyone else. Yet here she stands watching Azriel as he makes them breakfast and there’s no doubt in her mind that he’s as much hers as she is his.

“You just want to stare at me all morning?” Azriel askss, smirking at her as he closes the waffle maker and let’s it cook. “I mean I don’t blame I’m a very attractive view.”

“And a very cocky one as well it seems,” Elain responds with a smile that Az returns. Pushing off the wall she makes her way around the counter and to his side where he tucks her in under his arm.

“How was your first night in our apartment?” Azriel asks as he plays with a strand of her messy hair.

“Very restful,” Elain responds, her fingers trailing the band of his grey sweatpants.

“I see you’ve also found my side of the closet,” Az says as he tugs on the shirt Elain had pulled on in the middle of the night when she got up to use the bathroom. It’s one of her favorites he notices as well. Most of his closet is made up of dark and plain t-shirts but this is one of the few graphic shirts he owns. It’s also the one Elain had talked him into buying when they went to a music festival last summer with a few friends.

“Well it is our closet,” Elain smirks, looking up at him with her innocent little face.

“So does that mean I can wear your dresses?” Azriel asks, teasing her. Elain laughs, still smiling up at him. The look fills him with warmth and happiness, something he hasn’t felt since before his mom passed.

“If you really want to,” Elain says just before the timer dings. She moves to the other side of the island as Az takes the waffle out and sets it on a plate. He pushes the plate in front of her along with the syrup, a fork, and a glass of fruit punch because it’s the only type of juice she will drink.

With a smile Elain starts cutting up her waffle as Azriel pours more batter to make his own. Once it’s done he sits next to his girlfriend and they enjoy a peaceful breakfast together. Elain cleans up breakfast once the waffles are consumed and Az goes to get dressed.

They’re planning on having dinner with some friends tonight but until then they have the day to themselves. Azriel pulls up the website for the local drive-in theater to see what they might be showing this afternoon.

Turns out today is a flashback theater today where there’s a showing of Gone with the Wind, which Elain hates. Then there’s The Wizard of Oz which is a favorite of his, and lastly Dirty Dancing.

“Feel like going to the drive-in theater for a showing of The Wizard of Oz?” Azriel asks, taking a seat on a barstool and watching his girlfriend in the kitchen. He can’t get enough of calling her that even if it’s only in his head.

“That sounds like fun,” Elain says as she hangs the towel she used to dry her hands once again. “You grab snacks and drinks while I go get dressed.”

“Deal,” Azriel says. With a bright smile on her face Elain runs off into their bedroom while Az grabs a couple of bags for snacks and drinks. Starting with the cooler bag he grabs some water and a few of the lemonade flavored sparkling waters that he knows Elain loves. He also adds some fruit from the fridge and an energy drink or two for himself.

Zipping that bag up Azriel heads for the small pantry in the corner of the kitchen. He tends to keep the pantry fairly stocked with a variety of snacks considering how Cassian is always radding his food supply. There’s a few snack sized caramel corn popcorn bags which Az grabs because how could they go to a movie without popcorn.

There’s also sour gummy worms that he adds to the bag. It’s a big bag but Azriel always finds himself craving the candy in the middle of the night. Lastly, he adds a couple big bags of unopened chips from a party he had gone to a couple weeks ago.

“Got everything?” Elain asks, walking out of the bedroom in one of her many sundresses. This one is yellow and white in a plaid pattern, which is her second favorite right after floral. She’s pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she walks back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, ready?” Azriel asks, shouldering both the bags onto his shoulders. Elain smiles with a nod before heading to the small entrance hall where a pair of brown sandals wait for her to slip on her feet. Elain then grabs her purse off the hook Az had installed on the back of the front door.

Opening the door they head out and down to the parking garage where they decide to take Azriel’s truck, having more room for them to lay out the blankets and pillows they had grabbed from Elain’s car beforehand.

It’s quiet for a bit as Azriel drives. The theater is on the outskirts of the city in the more rural area of Velaris. It’s a place he knows Elain is very familiar with as she gets antsy when she’s in the city too long.

“So I’ve been thinking,” Elain says, breaking the silence. Az turns down the music he had put on so he can hear her better. “Since I know longer have to pay full rent and with the bonus I’m expecting soon it might be time to start my business.”

“Really?” Az asked, a little surprised. Elain had been saying that she wanted to wait another year before looking into renting out a space in downtown Velaris for her floral arrangements shop. “You don’t want to wait any longer?”

“Some events have taken place recently in my life that are causing me to rethink things,” Elain says, smiling over at him. He knows she’s talking about their recent relationship status. “I don’t want to wait any longer and I plan on starting small.”

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. He’s smiling, feeling the joy and happiness along with her at finally being able to kickstart her dream.

“I’ll start as an assistant with a local floral shop in order to learn everything else I don’t already know,” Elain says. “The owner wants to help me so she’ll help create my website and even let me start independent orders as I learn.”

“That sounds amazing,” Azriel says, taking the exit ramp that’ll lead to the drive-in theater. “What about after that?”

“Well I’m thinking I’ll do this through the winter and look for my own space to rent and hopefully by spring I’ll be set up in said space and ready for the summer season,” Elain explains.

“Also known as wedding season,” Elain smiles at him, loving that he knows that little tidbit.

“It’ll be the perfect time to start,” she says.

“Well I can’t wait to watch you succeed.” They’re both smiling as Azriel pulls into the drive-in and pays for the movie. Pulling into the lot where the movie is set up he finds a space right in the center of the lot.

Elain sets up the bed of his truck with the pillows and blankets while he unpacks the snacks and drinks. Settling down together Az kisses the top of her head as he tucks her into his side.

The movie starts and Elain’s focus is on the black and white opening scene while Az watches her intently. A part of him still doesn’t believe that she is his and yet here they are finally in each other’s arms. And all he can think is that he can’t wait for more moments like this throughout the rest of his life.

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detectiveran · 5 years ago

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Wait what about a combination of 78 and 79? If it's too much just one of them will do lol (also if it can be shinran that's great)

Ah, thanks for the prompts anon! It’s an AU, hope you like it.

78. “Just because it’s Christmas/New Years doesn’t mean I have to dress up.”

79. “It’s New Years/ Christmas! Of course I need to dress up!”

Ran Mouri was in love with the cocky Shinichi Kudou.

She couldn’t be faulted for it though. Ran had been head over heels for Shinichi Kudou since their freshman year in college. He was a popular guy, being a huge detective and all. On top of that, his cocky exterior gave him a confident aura which attracted everyone around him. He was a part time soccer club member and his athletic build vouched for the matches he had played. At first sight, he was conventionally attractive. Ran had seen him on the day of orientation and had stopped for a few seconds to admire him. After all, he was a household name but then had moved on. While yes, looks were great and all, if his personality wasn’t good, the whole package was a waste. So, she didn’t pay him any extra heed like all her other class mates did.

The thing was, he was even beautiful on the inside as she soon came to find out. When some stalker had started to up his game by leaving voice messages and disturbing pictures to her, she decided to contact the resident detective. She didn’t want to contact the police, knowing that her mother would blow up a gasket if she ever found out that her daughter was being stalked. She preferred for the case to be solved as quietly as possible. And so she talked to him.

Ran knew that a mere stalker case was nothing compared to the huge murder cases he had solved but she hoped that he would help her out, otherwise she would have to go to the police. But when Kudou-kun looked concerned and wasted no time in asking for her phone to see what the stalker had been sending, Ran let out a sigh of relief, he was going to help her.

She smiled gratefully at him and said her thanks. Kudou-kun didn’t even notice and murmured something along you’re welcome, too busy going through the texts. Ran rolled her eyes. Well, he wasn’t famous for nothing.

They exchanged contacts, Kudou-kun warning her to walk in well lit places and to always stay on alert and to not hesitate to use her karate if she felt threatened. Ran cocked an eyebrow when he said that. She had never mentioned to him that she practiced karate. When Kudou-kun saw the question in her eyes, he smiled cockily and gave her a long winded explanation on how strong her muscles and build was to not belong to someone who was inclined towards strenuous activities. A little bit of research and observation and he knew that Ran Mouri was a regional karate champion. Ran rolled her eyes and said, “You’re awfully proud about admitting to check up on me.”

“Ah, yes, well, I do tend to check up on things and people who catch my eye,” he said with a smirk.

Okay, so her heartbeat may have doubled up and she may or may not have been blushing. But it wasn’t her fault! Who did that! And with that face and that tone of voice! Ugh!

She knew she was bright red and mumbled, “Thanks for your concern.”

She didn’t have to look up from the spot on the ground she was staring at to know that damned smirk hadn’t left his face. The way he said you’re welcome spoke loud and clear.

Ran would have and could have stopped from falling for him then though. So what he was a bit charming and a good guy who checked up on her and was actually interested in talking to her as a peer rather than a client. But slowly, he started to worm himself into her heart. He didn’t stop talking to her after her case was solved and her stalker was behind bars with a few broken ribs courtesy of Ran’s kick.

He started to sit beside her and sought her out. She started to offer stories and anecdotes about herself. He started to share about his passion. She started to rant about medicine to him without any prompt. Slowly, they opened up themselves to each other. Kudou-kun became Shinichi-kun and Mouri-san became Ran-chan. They started to exchange jokes, having little inside stories that no one but themselves and then the rumors started.

Kudou-kun and Mouri-san were in a relationship.

Apparently, college wasn’t that big step up when it came to rumors. They denied it, individually and together but when questions about why they weren’t dating other people were asked, Shinichi was frank in answering, “I’m not interested” while Ran fumbled a bit but agreed with what Shinichi said.

She wasn’t interested but then why had she hesitated to answer? Oh well, the matter was solved and while they were teased about how close they had become in a few months’ time, neither of them paid any attention after they had made their stance clear.

Well, Ran thought she did but when she woke up one morning on a snowy day and saw Shinichi waiting for her at the university gate with a big smile on his face and Ran’s favorite coffee in one hand, her heart sped up. She had never felt warmth like that and she knew her face reflected the happiness she was feeling. She jogged her way towards him and straightened her hair out when she reached him. Shinichi, though, looked a bit stunned. Ran wondered what was wrong but he quickly shook his head.

She wondered what had made her so happy. Following that incident thought, she noticed a pattern. Her heart would race whenever Shinichi would be around. For a few weeks, he had taken up to taking Ran with him whenever he had cases to solve. He had called her his side-kick affectionately and Ran promptly kicked him softly. Satou-keiji would tease how Shinichi-kun was bringing his girlfriend around with him everywhere, saying that a murder case wasn’t a date a girl would appreciate. While usually, Ran didn’t stutter when she was teased, for a few weeks now, she would be blushing to her roots, vehemently saying that no, they weren’t like that and what girlfriend.

Needless to say, both Shinichi-kun and Satou-keiji were onto her. It was just unfortunate Ran broke first.

When fliers about a year end party were being distributed, Ran was feeling lazy. She didn’t feel like going. Just because it’s Christmas, doesn’t mean I have to dress up. She would rather stay warm in her fleece blanket and sip on hot coffee. She knew that Shinichi-kun avoided parties like this so there was practically no incentive at all. Her best friend wasn’t going, so why should she. She wasn’t that big on other people, a true introvert.

But when Shinichi said, “Of course, I’m going to the party. C’mon, Ran-chan, you gotta mingle with other people,” Ran reluctantly agreed.

A shopping trip was in order though. She didn’t have nice enough dresses and she knew Shinichi-kun hailed from a rich family. She wanted to look good for him and she remembered him saying that his favorite color was red. She recruited her best friend, Shinichi-kun himself, to help her shop. After all, wouldn’t it be best if he chose what he liked for her if she was dressing up for him.

When they entered the shopping mall, Shinichi-kun whining why he had to come with her when she was shopping for clothes, Ran marched in forward to a shop that looked affordable but fashionable. She held the dresses she liked in front of her, quasi modelling and asking for his opinion. This went on for three dresses and when Ran was busy checking herself out in a red knee length dress she had picked, Shinichi cleared his throat behind her.

“Uhm, Ran-chan, why are your dresses red? There isn’t a theme as far as I’m aware,” Shinichi said.

Ran absentmindedly answered, too busy evaluating the dress “Oh? You like red, don’t you? So I thought I should buy something in red.”

When silence met her, Ran furrowed her eyebrows. Had she said something wrong?

She thought about what she had said and... Oh!

Ran was stuck to the spot, afraid of looking at him. She had been planning her dress according to his taste all this time! And she wasn’t even aware of it, not until he straight out asked! She had to salvage this awkward situation and before she could think of anything, she whirled around to face him and chuckled awkwardly, “I mean, it’s Christmas, of course I need to dress up! Red’s the color of Christmas, right? So, yeah, that’s why I was choosing red.” She gathered up her courage to look into his eyes, trying to gauge whether her excuse had worked or not and when she saw his cocked eyebrow, she knew that he didn’t believe him.

She chuckled a bit more, babbling to diffuse the awkward situation, knowing it wasn’t salvageable.

“So you’re dressing according to what I like?” Shinichi asked with a smirk.

Ran knew he was teasing her, enjoying the fact that she was reduced to a bumbling mess. He was used to this, she knew. He was used to girls fawning over him but Ran refused to be turned into one and so she gathered up whatever courage was left and answered back, “So what if I was?”

Shinichi’s smirk grew bigger and he answered, “Well, I would prefer to have you dressed in nothing, though.”

#dcmk #detective conan #shinran #shinichi kudou #ran mouri #ran mori #anon #my writing #sorry this is late #a million uni work to do and all #hope you enjoy it anon

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bestcrawfishnoysterbare · 5 years ago

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Crawfish and Their Behavior

The imitation soft plastic crawfish or hard plastic crawfish crankbait can be one of the most powerful baits you can throw, depending on the time of the year and how it's presented. Many anglers today use these imitations and do not really understand why they are using them and quite possibly how to use them properly. Imitations come in all shapes, sizes, materials and colors. We will take a look at the selection process and determine when the best time to throw imitations would be as well as explain why and how you should use them. Once you understand the mating and molting rituals of crawfish, you will definitely have the upper hand when using these imitation baits.

There are plastic imitations starting in the ½" range all the way up to 6". Some have multiple legs and pinchers, while many are very authentic and they can differ greatly between models and brands. As a matter of fact, there are companies that have taken actual crawfish and made molds of the creature and reproduced an exact replica in soft plastic. Some of the most popular brands of plastic crawfish are: Gambler Worms, Magic Worms, Zoom, Nichols, Mad Man, Strike King, Tiki Sticks, Storm,

Culprit, Lake Fork, Berkley and Gary Yamamoto just to name a few. My personal choice is the Gambler Crawdaddy in the 4" model. I have tried many different types and brands and the Crawdaddy consistently produces the most strikes for me, When it comes to hard crankbaits (molded hard plastic or wood) there are many companies out there making crawfish patterns as well. A few that come to mind would be Rapala, Storm, Bomber, Yo-Zuri, Mann's, Rebel, Smithwick, Rat-L-Trap, Cotton Cordell, Berkley and Daiwa.

I think to truly understand when the best time to use a crawfish type bait, you must first understand why bass eat them and when they find this type of forage the most appetizing. Crawfish are located just about everywhere: from flooded areas to agricultural fields to muddy ditches and of course ponds, lakes and reservoirs. There is not a state in the contiguous 48 that doesn't have millions of crawfish swimming around and providing a nice feast for the local bass populations. The more knowledge you possess about crawfish, the higher catch rate you'll enjoy after practice and proper usage. I think it's time we go back to science class and educate everyone about this awesome little beasty. Like any creature on our planet, crawfish are bound and determined to eat, mate and protect themselves from predators. You must understand how this process works to maximize your catch, while using imitation lures.

Late March through May is the first major period of crawfish activity. Now, this may change one month forward or reverse depending on what State you live in and other details such as water temperature and conditions. Crawfish usually start to come out when the water reaches 50 degrees. This is the time in which they are in the wide-open areas looking for receptive females for mating purposes. Most importantly, this is the first time that the males are out walking around on the rocks, exposing themselves to feeding bass. When the crawfish walk on the rocks, they make a clicking noise, which is intended to attract females, but it will also attract bass. Keep in mind rocks are the #1 place that crawfish get picked off by bass. Look for rocks that are fairly clean and free of foreign debris, as crawfish do not have the ability to clean off the rock like a bass can using its tail to sweep a spawning bed nice and clean. Crawfish rely of currents and wave action to sweep the rocks clean for them. Crawfish are also very light sensitive. If the water is shallow, your chances of catching bass are much better in low-light conditions such as early morning or late evening. If the crawfish are walking around on rocks in 30 feet of water, you can fish for them about any time of the day.

After the mating process takes place, the females will disappear back into their little holes and caves to fertilize their eggs with the sperm that has been deposited on them by the males. The male crawfish will then molt and their calcified sexual organs will fall off. (Ouch!) When this happens, the males will try and hide. This is the time that many anglers think that bass will gorge themselves with crawfish. This is true to an extent, but not for the reasons you might assume! After the molt, the males start to retreat and are less accessible to the predator bass. The crawfish will spend most of their time in their caves and holes trying to find enough to eat without coming out into open water. They will however come out of hiding during low light conditions and when this happens, the chance of getting picked off by fish is much greater. During the molt process, the color of the crawfish will change dramatically. They will usually go from a camouflage brown/olive color to a bright red or orange color. This color change will make them much more visible to hungry fish cruising along and this explains why the bass tend to feast on crawfish during this stage.

Depending on the water temperatures, the females will begin to hatch their eggs, usually in about 30 days. The hatchlings will stay attached to the female and depending on the crawfish species, the hatchlings will molt every 2 to 7 days. They will then fall off their mother after the third molt and will be approximately ½" long. The females will then molt and go into a low light feeding process and stay in their caves and crevices as much as possible. The little crawfish will molt several times and crawl around in the cracks and crevices and feed as much as possible until fall. During this period, the small crawfish are more susceptible to bottom feeders rather than bass. When fall arrives and you are throwing craw pattern crankbaits, be sure to revisit the same rocks you fished earlier during the year. Often ignored by most anglers, the fall mating season or cycle is the most intense. Fish your fall craw imitations the same way you fish your spring craws and you will produce dramatic results.

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zephyrises · 5 years ago

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character sheet.

full name. ventus pronunciation. ven-tuhs (which is not at all how the latin word is actually pronounced but don’t worry about it) nicknames. venty-wenty

height. 5′5″ age. verse dependent. 12 in ux, 16 in bbs and going on 17 in post-kh3. zodiac. taurus, with his new birthday. original unknown. languages. japanese. everyone understands everyone else in kingdom hearts anyway, though?? doesn’t matter which world they’re on. it’s that Disney Magic(tm), ig.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour. golden blonde that edges towards platinum. eye colour. forest green. skin tone. pale with yellow undertones. body type. slight, but athletic. accent. none, per se, but he will shorten words, mash words together and use some slang. dominant hand. ambidextrous. he tends to stick with his right, though. posture. very lax and casual. in battle, he uses a unique and antiquated, backhanded stance. tattoos. none in any of my canon or canon based verses, even though he likes the idea of it! but in my collegeverse, he’s saving up to get lines drawn between the birthmarks on his back so they look like constellations. most noticeable features. definitely his eyes, freckles, smile and the armor he wears on his feet, upper arm and abdomen. i’d say that the way he moves around is pretty attention catching in and of itself, considering how speedy, floaty and bouncy he is even without necessarily needing or intending to be. he’s also a bit small for his age, both in terms of height and weight.

CHILDHOOD.

place of “birth.” daybreak town. hometown. likely daybreak town. birth weight / height. unknown.. manner of birth. as weird as it sounds, necromancy. first words. unfortunately, “yes, master.” siblings. luxu could technically constitute in uxverse, depending upon how the both of them would view their situation. otherwise, he starts to think of terra and aqua as his older siblings sometime before the events of birth by sleep and then forever onward. parents. in a terrihorrible way, the master of masters. if he had any parents before his body was re-animated, then it would be impossible to trace them now. he thinks of eraqus as a father figure, but his feelings on the matter are a big ol’ can of worms. parental involvement. mom locked him up and used him for experiments. eraqus locked him up, good intentions notwithstanding, and tried to kill him. in other words, not the best!

ADULT LIFE

occupation. post-kh3, he’s a guardian of light and keyblade master in training. the way aqua and yen sid have it slated, he’ll be taking his mark of mastery exam when he turns 18! current residence. the land of departure, for now. even though he wouldn’t say it aloud to terra or aqua, he’d really like to leave and live somewhere new someday. close friends. based off current canon, terra, aqua, lea, isa, sora, minnie, stitch, lilo, cinderella, jaq, hercules and peter pan. i see him having really good chemistry with vanitas, kairi, naminé, roxas, xion, ienzo, riku and demyx too, barring some development and circumstances! relationship status. i don’t portray ven as having been in any romantic relationship or harboring romantic feelings towards anyone up until post-kh3. what happens from then on is a toss up depending on who i’m interacting with. i.e., right now, he’s dating @midnightpapllion and has a budding crush on @rxcusant‘s vanitas! he’s a good-natured cutie, though, so other teenagers have flirted with him plenty during his travels. he’s just inexperienced and completely oblivious to the intent unless it’s spelled out for him, which tends to discourage most. financial status. eraqus left a small fortune that he, aqua and terra use exclusively for groceries and supplies for missions. otherwise, he’s got a modest amount of spending money from traversing the worlds. he just doesn’t spend it on much aside from snacks and souvenirs. driver’s license. cars are Completely nonexistent in his world. he only rides a keyblade glider and, even though there prrrrrobably should be, there’s no actual license required for that. criminal record. this one time, he harassed some old men in the woods and beat up a cat about twenty times his size. those instances aside, he’s not necessarily above crime or violence as long as it isn’t Too uncouth and serves a purpose, so he’s probably got at least a little more on his rap sheet.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. pansexual. romantic orientation. demi and panromantic. preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch | unsure preferred sexual role. submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed libido. turn on’s. turn off’s. love language. even though he’d fail to notice a lot of the patterns himself, ven’s would consist predominantly of physical touch, acts of service and gift giving. as of terra and aqua’s involvement in his life, he’s become a huge touchy feely type. shoulder, arm and back touches, hugging and hand holding are all pretty normal for him in any sort of relationship, but lingering touches would be the big cue where romantic attraction is present. longer or more common hugs as opposed to just short lived hugs of greeting, parting or comfort. increasingly consistent tapping, leaning, nudging or hand holding for no particular reason other than because he gets a random urge to instigate it. acts of service would mostly just boil down to doing a lot of cooking or baking, but if he was in a position to and it wouldn’t be Weird to do so, he’d happily tidy up for someone or do their laundry, too! since the person in question would be on his mind a lot, he’d feel inclined to grab something up if it reminds him of them. probably stuff like flowers, pretty rocks or shells, accessories, snacks, things they’ve mentioned/he’s Noticed they enjoy, etc. etc. relationship tendencies. mileage may vary for all of this depending on his partner’s personality and boundaries, obviously, but i’m willing to bet he’d be doting and clingy. he’s clingy with pretty much everyone once they give him an inch anyway, so i don’t think anybody would be too surprised or put off if they’ve already been hanging around long enough for him to develop feelings. definitely a little shy when it comes time to say i love you, kiss, go out or snuggle non-platonically, but not awkward or uncertain. the friendship that came before would be the foundation, after all, and he wouldn’t view a romance as something separate from that. more like another layer on top that they can navigate and define together. baseline, his flirting style is a combination of undisguised adoration and big time teasing. aaaand generally, he’d also be very attentive! he accounts for the tinier details, even if he can’t always make sense of them without posing a question or two.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. i love the canon version of his theme, but i’m linking project destati’s version in particular because it’s orchestrated and extended and kills me dead. hobbies to pass the time. adventures, walks, star gazing, star charting, flower pressing, bird watching, cooking, ukulele, and the biggie.... NAPPING. mental illnesses. depression and ptsd. physical illnesses. you could definitely argue that having his darkness stripped from him is more of a spiritual or mental condition, but to me, it’s a physical one. i think of it like having an organ removed from your body (say, a chunk of your goddamn HEART) or being on the receiving end of blunt trauma. there are mental and spiritual effects, sure. it contributed to his ptsd, depression, and an amnesiac episode, but xehanort stabbed him to make it happen and he’s got the scar and near death experience to prove it, so we’re calling it a physical illness in my house. a reaaaally strange, completely unparalleled, chronic fantasy illness. left or right brained. right brained for sure. he’s really imaginative and artsy. fears. being abandoned, especially by those he holds dear. not being smart or strong enough to prevent someone from getting hurt or worse. being deprived of control over his own body or decisions. self confidence level. veeeeeery low. when he acts confident, he’s just faking it until he makes it,.which, unless he addresses the root of the problem, won’t be anytime soon. but i’m behind the wheel so this kid’s not going to let being abused define him forever. mark my words. vulnerabilities. impulsive and bad decision prone. he’s not very physically strong or durable, either. fast, sure. definitely determined to stick it out until the very end. but once you get a couple of good hits in, he’s down. he’ll also undermine his own value and throw his life and safety away on the off chance that it could help someone else, so jot that one down.

tagged by: @kissafist THANK YOU!! ♥ i had so much fun with this. tagging: in addition to livi and sammi who i already pinged above, let’s do @localmagicalboi, @feraliix, @galaxycrxss, @blackasteriia and YOU! but only if you feel like it!

#★; starry eyed { character inspiration }#{ i was kinda worried doing this at first bc it semed like a lot of it would just be copypasted from my stats and bio but no!!#lots of unique junk in here!!#thx in advance for reading my babbles. which i did Not proof read. whoops. }

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