Words of the Sun

Webtoon, Hunter x Hunter, and Shoujo manga trash. 【Current obsession: Mystic Messenger, Stranger Things】

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Five Dualities That Can Replace Good and Evil

Let’s face it, fights between pure good and absolute evil are getting old. Black and white morality doesn’t lend itself to nuanced characters, and it rarely feels realistic anymore. But that doesn’t mean we can’t ...

1. Freedom vs Safety

ex: Minority Report 

2. Success vs Selflessness

ex: Mad Max: Fury Road

3. Progress vs Preservation

ex: Toy Story 3

4. Individuality vs Community

ex: Snowpiercer

5. Privacy vs Transparency

ex: The 100

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Writing prompt: “This is how I die,” you think, as you’re about to be killed by the thing you hate the most.

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Asphodel's Story

The reality of war is perceived through shards of glass; obscure, unclear and flawed. It is a time where we fight for our land, eager to bring honor to our name. Where young men venture out into the real world, awed by the tanks and pistols and as their fingertips brush against the cool metal, they grin, transfixed by all those times they had immersed themselves in a lie.

Narrow minds view this as a game, a collective programming of pixels, where if you die, you can simply restart. They are clueless of the reality this war entails– the suffocating smell of gunpowder and the looming threat to one’s life. War is a menace, a disease on mankind that breaks your morale until you can no longer look at a human race the same way ever again. A single hospital is viewed as a miracle because at least a few can be saved from the thousands left in the rubble. It is not a child’s plaything, but a plague that takes more lives than I can count, lives that had so much in store for them. And once more I find myself at a pedestal, mourning for those who have left and the ones they’ve left behind. War conceals the cries of the victims in the numbers; innocent bystanders, those who were just following orders, and the most indistinct of them, the soldiers— it just so happened that my best friend was one of them. Asphodel Petunia M. Nightshade seemed gloomy and pessimistic but held a peculiar fascination for mundane things. She was in no way a princess and preferred crawling on the ground, bruised knees and all. Despite her gruff mannerisms, she had a heart bigger than anyone I’ve ever met. She wanted to become a strong person, capable of protecting everyone she loved. I like to think that’s what led her to becoming a soldier in the first place—her sickening sense of justice. I didn’t think she’d go down that rode but one day, she just got up and brought her dog along, leaving her old man a note in chicken scratch, saying that she’d gone off to the army. She was the type of soldier that would charge straight into battle and attempt to take out as many enemies as she could, no matter how much her muscles ached. She prioritized her comrades and the civilians above her own wellbeing. She was a pathetic martyr that laughed in the face of Death and regularly invited them out for a cup of coffee. And in one instant, Death wept for her. She had been blackmailed by the terrorists to go to a certain location alone. Nonetheless, Asphodel brought her trusted dog, Lily. She was fully armed and met the terrorists with a harsh glare. She was absolutely livid when she saw a group of children in the corner, scared and defenseless. One by one, she dropped her weapons, and for each weapon a kid was let go. As the children ran for their lives, the terrorists had seized her. Lily snarled and made a move to pounce but they beat the dog with the handle of their shotguns over and over again, leaving the animal broken and mangled. They tortured Asphodel relentlessly, trying to get information out of her, but no words escaped, except the cries of protest she couldn’t keep in as the men kicked Lily around. They had already sent word to the army headquarters about how they had kept two soldiers hostage however, there was no reply. Asphodel was useless to them. They shot Asphodel and Lily. That should’ve been enough; letting them slowly bleed out but Asphodel persistently crawled towards her ally, to send Lily off with a final hug. Just as she reached towards Lily’s once golden fur, they shot her in the head, but before her vision went black, she could make out the silhouette of her comrade’s retreating form. She went limp, arms still stretched out, as the light faded from her eyes. You must be wondering how I know all this—that’s because I was that so-called comrade. While she faced them head on, I was a coward hiding in the shadows. You know, her name is actually a flower, the one I hold in my hands. Asphodels mean “My regrets follow you to the grave.” To Asphodel, I’m sorry I never looked back, for not being strong enough to save those children, for all the insults and the envy I kept locked up inside, and for allowing Lily to be treated that way, even when she was there with us as we trained and went out on the battlefield. On bad days, she licked my cheek and slept on my lap. That was all the comfort that I need. And thank you, because when I left that godforsaken place, I saw a little girl trying to protect her friends from a drunkard and she reminded me so much of you. With a bit of courage and a limping leg, I swung my fist and led the children away. I want you to know that they’re okay—we’re okay. I hope you and Lily are too. It’s quite funny actually, how Asphodel used to go on about the beauty in death. I never really understood what she meant, not until now. To all the people who are here today, whether you’re a stranger forced to attend or a loved one mourning, please remember the words Asphodel once told me, “Pain is temporary. Death is permanent. I have lived my life, and taken many with me. If I were to die, I want to leave behind a future for these kids. It’s not their fault. It’s ours.” Though this is no excuse for my incompetence, I want to at least give justice to her passing. She was no woman that left this world in vain. She left a legacy and I can only pray that the debt I owe her can be repaid within this lifetime.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I did not do any prior research so the things I’ve written here are simply based off assumption. I only wrote this to comply with school requirements but I figured that it might be nice to share it online.

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any time when there's something related to Jumin

Me: DOES JUMIN HAN IS GAY?!?!?

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Actually

The question I get the most is how I write characters that feel like real people. 

Generally when I’m designing a human being, I deconstruct them into 7 major categories:

1. Primary Drive 2. Fear: Major and Secondary 3. Physical Desires 4. Style of self expression 5. How they express affection 6. What controls them (what they are weak for) 7. What part of them will change.

1. Primary Drive: This is generally related to the plot. What are their plot related goals? How are they pulling the plot forward? how do they make decisions? What do they think they’re doing and how do they justify doing it. 2. Fear: First, what is their deep fear? Abandonment? being consumed by power? etc. Second: tiny fears. Spiders. someone licking their neck. Small things that bother them. At least 4. 3. Physical desires. How they feel about touch. What is their perceived sexual/romantic orientation. Do their physical desires match up with their psychological desires.

4. Style of self expression: How they talk. Are they shy? Do they like to joke around and if so, how? Are they anxious or confident internally and how do they express that externally. What do words mean to them? More or less than actions? Does their socioeconomic background affect the way they present themselves socially?  5. How they express affection: Do they express affection through actions or words. Is expressing affection easy for them or not. How quickly do they open up to someone they like. Does their affection match up with their physical desires. how does the way they show their friends that they love them differ from how they show a potential love interest that they love them. is affection something they struggle with?

6. What controls them (what they are weak for): what are they almost entirely helpless against. What is something that influences them regardless of their own moral code. What– if driven to the end of the wire— would they reject sacrificing. What/who would they cut off their own finger for.  What would they kill for, if pushed. What makes them want to curl up and never go outside again from pain. What makes them sink to their knees from weakness or relief. What would make them weep tears of joy regardless where they were and who they were in front of. 

7. WHAT PART OF THEM WILL CHANGE: people develop over time. At least two of the above six categories will be altered by the storyline–either to an extreme or whittled down to nothing. When a person experiences trauma, their primary fear may change, or how they express affection may change, etc. By the time your book is over, they should have developed. And its important to decide which parts of them will be the ones that slowly get altered so you can work on monitoring it as you write. making it congruent with the plot instead of just a reaction to the plot. 

That’s it.

But most of all, you have to treat this like you’re developing a human being. Not a “character” a living breathing person. When you talk, you use their voice. If you want them to say something and it doesn’t seem like (based on the seven characteristics above) that they would say it, what would they say instead?

If they must do something that’s forced by the plot, that they wouldn’t do based on their seven options, they can still do the thing, but how would they feel internally about doing it?

How do their seven characteristics meet/ meld with someone else’s seven and how will they change each other?

Once you can come up with all the answers to all of these questions, you begin to know your character like you’d know one of your friends. When you can place them in any AU and know how they would react.

They start to breathe.

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Thanks @happydooky for sharing

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"I is directionally-challenged."

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Frankenstein: Who are you?

Werewolf: I’m Gorma, a Werewolf Warrior

Frankenstein: GORMA?!

Werewolf: Hmm… Have you heard about me?

Frankenstein: Lol no

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“That’s it. I finally know who you are. You must be Frankenstein.” Bitch, took you long enough. 【Noblesse】

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Vinny is savage. 【Wind Breaker】

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“It won’t take much time to take care of him.” ARE YOU SURE? 【Noblesse】

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【Bastard】

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【unTOUCHable】 Sihwan + Baryu

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Cadis.Etrama.Di.Raizel

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Fire and Ashes

Description: Cadis Etrama Di Raizel fears that his absence will leave the humans vulnerable. The Union and the Werewolves are quickly gaining more power, whilst Rai continues to deteriorate. The future seems bleak, but there exists a trump card that the Nobles never knew they had.

Prologue 

And I Opened My Eyes 【non sic dormit, sed vigilat】

When they woke up, the first thing they saw was the sky. The azure paved across the stratosphere, mesmerizing in its wake and yet there was this deep sense of dread in the air. It took a moment for them to get up, seemingly trapped in such an illusion. 

They knew the truth and the fact that it couldn’t be ignored. Their nails dug into the ground, their mind reeling back to the last memory they ever had on that night. Their existence made the land they lay down upon wilt and crumble. In this thriving paradise, only they were lifeless.

✥ ・ ✥ ・ ✥ When she woke up, the first thing she saw was blood. Her body was immobile, the warmth of that deep red fluid smoothly flowing out. The fog was thick and murky, silence being the dominating ruler. Vague flashes came to her in a dreamlike state; visions of cinder and a clear night sky, albeit that was it. The rain began to fall, as if it were replacing the tears she could not shed. It brought an ounce of life in this barren land, even if it was just the patch of grass she rested upon. Amidst all the darkness and budding earth, she found purpose. 
 〖Sleeps but is not awake〗 
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 Knowing Your Place 【radix malorum est cupiditas】 It was in Asphodel's innate nature to care.

When they stumbled upon a human village, its people ignorant and broken, her heart wavered. The moment the people were aware of their presence, you could see the greed hidden behind fake smiles.

They'd implored Asphodel to grant them all the riches in the world. They all had faith in their blood red eyes, a symbol that set the Nobles apart. The measly humans succumbed to their thirst for power.

"Forgive me." Their demand could not be granted for Asphodel had nothing to offer and no one to come back to. They abused and spat on their dignity as a Noble, yelling obscenities. Something within them snapped and once again, they were enveloped in black. They weren’t aware of how long their journey was or how bruised the soles of their feet were, but they ended up within the confines of a place that bore a semblance to home. ✥ ・ ✥ ・ ✥ Bodies were carelessly strewn about, as if they mere toys. There was so much blood that it polluted the air, causing the bile to rise up in her throat. This wasn’t the first time Viscaria’s seen such a scene. She knew it was an epidemic; the root source being greed, an ailment so severe that it brought people to their knees. It was so easy to fall prey to such a disease. One thing that she knew was that Werewolves had taken part in this massacre. It was obvious from the claw marks and sheer ferocity that was left behind. It felt painful to be in a place so devoid of life.  She heard a whimper from somewhere and quickly followed. Her hands grazed the surface as she bent down to the dying figure. "I can't see..." he managed to choke out. His eyes were in a significantly pristine condition, it was only his words that indicated something was wrong. Denial is capable of many things, a disease to the mind that could cloud one’s judgement. And yet, from the depths of his mind, he knew he was the one holding himself back. All he wanted was an escape, hope that perhaps this was all a dream. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in memories of his ordinary life— the smell of freshly-baked bread, simmering stew to welcome him home, and the fluttering kisses of his daughter and wife. All of which he’d never experience again. It was then that Viscaria's blood-stained fingers trembled as the human breathed his last. 
 〖the root of evils is desire〗
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@nightxabyss and @nightabyssart, thank you for editing and the photos are beautiful. 

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Kerria Adenium L. Wolfsbane

Race   Noble-Werewolf Hybrid

Gender  Female Sexuality Heterosexual

Age  500+

Status  Active 

Affiliations Lukedonia  The Lord  Noblesse Humans 

Occupation  Ambassador

Quote: “Cognizance without heart is the same as ignorance.” 

Appearance   Kerria has dark violet hair that almost appears black, and crimson red eyes. 

Personality   She may look and act indifferent but is really concerned about everyone. 

Background   After her older sibling died outside of Lukedonia, she was forbidden to go outside. Upon her father going into eternal sleep, her returned to Lukedonia and was warmly accepted by Lord.

She acts as an ambassador between the Nobles and other races in order to ensure peace. The Lord and the Family Leaders regard her input very highly, albeit she is still shunned by other Nobles and Werewolves. 

Powers & Abilities  General Abilities  Enhanced Speed  Enhanced Strength  Enhanced Durability  Enhanced Senses Regeneration  Telepathy  Telekinesis  Aura Manipulation Transformation Claws  Sonic Howls 

Advanced Abilities  Soul Weapon          Mithridate ⟷ Bow and arrow

Skills/Special Moves         Thunderbolt: Lightning with a simultaneous crash of thunder. 

        Tornado: Destructive vortex of violently rotating winds.         Needle Rain: A thousand needles (all laced with poison) are hurled towards the target. 

Sacred tree “Oak”          One of the families that gains power from the Oak. She also makes use of Hazel, Ivy, and Holly.

* The abilities of her clan are loosely based on Celtic culture

Weaknesses  Her attacks are very strong and her regeneration ability is greatly amplified, however it doesn’t replenish the stamina she loses.

credit: @lunaxxre, @lunaxxart for Kerria’s drawing

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Asphodel Petunia M. Nightshade

Race  Noble

Gender  Gender fluid, biologically female Sexuality Demisexual Age  2000+ Status  Active  Affiliations Lukedonia  The Lord  Noblesse  Humans Older Sister Occupation  Unknown

Quote: “Eternal judgement has been passed— the decree: DEATH.”

Appearance   Asphodel has black hair and blood red eyes, a common trait shared by Nobles. Previously, they possessed long, straight hair that went past their waist. Currently, they have a pixiecut with their bangs brushed to the left.

Personality   They have a lifeless and sulky exterior but is actually excitable and nice.

Background   Treated mercilessly and constantly abused at the hands of humans. Due to their love for them, they endured it and directed no ill will towards them. Found beaten and battered along the outskirts of Lukedonia, they were sent to live under one of the clans.

They aim to bring change to the traditional ways by reenforcing the Nobles’ power through more humane means. 

Powers & Abilities   General Abilities  Enhanced Speed  Enhanced Strength  Enhanced Durability  Regeneration  Telepathy  Telekinesis  Aura Manipulation

Advanced Abilities 

Soul Weapon Osiris & Isis ⟷ Throwing knives

Skills/Special Moves         Sundial: Chains that latch on the opponent. The longer they are used in battle, the heavier the toll on the opponent. Effectiveness depends on the strength of the user. 

        Raven: A large shadow that can engulf the opponent, slightly similar to the Dark Spear.

        Blacksmith: Weapon master. They are capable of modifying soul weapons. 

Sacred tree “Hawthorn”         The Nightshade Clan harness their power from the Hawthorn tree. She also makes use of Blackthorn, Rowan, and Yew. 

* The Nightshade Clans's abilities are loosely based off Celtic culture Weaknesses  There is a limit to how much they can control their power. If they are severely weakened or unstable, the higher the possibility of them going insane.

credit: @lunaxxre, @lunaxxart for Asphodel’s drawing

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Viscaria Cypress E. Delphinium

Race  Noble

Gender  Female Sexuality Bisexual Age  2000+ Status  Active  Affiliations Lukedonia  The Lord  Noblesse  Humans Younger Sibling Occupation  Unknown

Quote: “You are dust and into dust you shall return, for this is LIFE.”

Appearance   Viscaria has dark brown hair and blood red eyes, commonly linked to Nobles. Her hair generally has a retro look with a deep side-part and loose S-waves.  

Personality   An epitome of elegance and possesses a kind-hearted nature but goes berserk at the sight of blood, especially when it touches her. She is a pacifist by nature but is willing to against this to protect the ones she loves. She hates clutter and is a perfectionist, but there are moments when she just doesn’t give a crap, especially when she’s cleaned the kitchen 20 times in a row now. 

Background   After having a scuffle with the werewolves, she is forcefully brought to Lukedonia to be questioned by Lord. From then on, she befriends Raskreia and starts living in a cottage within the woods, isolated from most of the Nobles, just like Rai. 

Her basic and ultimate goal is to keep the Noblesse alive.

Powers & Abilities 

General Abilities  Enhanced Speed  Enhanced Strength  Enhanced Durability  Regeneration  Telepathy  Telekinesis  Aura Manipulation

Advanced Abilities  Soul Weapon          Demeter ⟷ Scepter  (Just because it’s a scepter doesn’t mean it’s lame. The scepter is actually as light as a feather but it can bash your skull.)

Skills/Special Moves         Tree of Life: Giant roots, branches and thorns that spring from the ground. 

        Elixir: Her tears can either grant healing or suffering. 

        Philosopher’s Stone: Formation of glass, transmutation of crystals, creation of a clone, and rejuvenation. 

Sacred tree “Ash”         One of the families that gained power from the Ash tree. She also makes use of Apple,  Aspen, and Birch.    

* Abilities of her clan are related to Celtic culture

Weaknesses  Despite having superior healing knowledge, she is sickly and prone to nausea or vertigo.  When she heals someone, the psychological pain is transferred to her.

credit: @lunaxxre, @lunaxxart for Viscaria’s drawing