#small backstory

[nicholejonesandfamily]

Oh? You're goin to make adoptables? •^•

If anyone wants them, yeah

Do want everyone to keep in mind that these 9 are the same age as Malvado, my oc Shadow's dad.

As eggs, these 9 were kidnapped and given to other families by someone trying to "stop" the Royal Mystic bloodline. Shinku and Aku were able to hide Malvado's egg and keep him safe though were heartbroken when their other eggs were taken, unsure if they had survived or not

[smokebrainrot]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Mark "Mute" Chandar, Mike "Thatcher" Baker, Jordan "Thermite" Trace, Elena "Mira" María Álvarez, Yumiko "Hibana" Imagawa, Gustave "Doc" Kateb, Timur "Glaz" Glazkov, Lera "Finka" Melnikova, Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda, Chul Kyung "Vigil" Hwa, short story - Character Additional Tags: mute protocol, angsty, oryx might be in this. i do not know yet, Short Story Summary:

Attacking operators are sent to stop Mark Chandar from hurting anyone else. With their friends turned into murderous robots, Thermite, Thatcher, Doc, Finka, Glaz, and Hibana are tasked to save them. There is still hope for the five inside, but can they make it?

[badbugman]

So, I was originally not gonna post this since this was kinda old and I fucked up on it, but I'm posting it anyway because it's a basic design of my cryptor!

There's a lot of things I messed up on, for example he looks like a goddamn emo even though that was me attempting to make him have more slanted eyes... That part is just really bothering me.. He looks a lot more Asian than this I swear x'd

I blame my friend for getting me addicted to this asshole and mindroid.. I just had to add them into my Fanseason..

The Bagu army and the Nindroids have been neck and neck for years. Both after the same thing, Ninjago, but when their prized general is banished.. The Nindroids have the upper hand. Cryptor swoops in and grooms Katsuo into his army, allowing him to be his right hand man, but little does he know Cryptor bit off more than he could chew.

[darkknightoffate]

My muse will be accepting 10 personal questions. All answered with 100% honesty- why did you deviate? What was the final push?

“I was always borderline deviated. That’s the way they made me. What pushed me over is during a what we thought was just a plan drug bust if I remember right, the guys I was with had ordered me to stand down from saving a little girl. Had to be no older than seven or so. I tore down that wall and jumped in the middle of the fray. Turns out she had been kidnapped to be sold. Wanted ‘fresh blood or something. She got out safe. Don’t worry.” He briefly grinned. “I don’t remember much of what actually happened. They tried to reset me but uh…it didn’t work. Just wiped a few memories here and there.” He shrugged slightly. “So there ya go.w”

[a-mythos-series]

Accounted Legend:

A few years back, a group of Avarosan hunters were one their way home from gathering and their successful hunt, a large male buck that would feed plenty for the tribe... it wasn't rare for the queen to be on such hunting expeditions since she enjoyed it, as well as bonding with her people.

The hunters found an uncharted route back to camp through a pass between two icy shelves. It wasn't until they were ambushed by the rebelling Winter's Claw, when they realized what a mistake that was.

Arrows flew back and forth, one hunter then one guard killed, the shouts of the Claw's members filled the narrow pass as her majesty laid down much of her icy arrows as cover... just as the way seemed clear, a section of the shelf above began to crack,

The queen rushed her people from the pass, the last hunter leaving as she bravely fought back, but it was too late for her, the shelf came sharply crashing down-

Until all sound stopped, the cracking of ice above her made the frost archer open her eyes to see a blonde haired man, with an entire arm made of such ice as her bow, holding the shelf up with all his strength, right above her head.

" Move! "

He called out, and without hesitation she ran for the opening with her people. The shelf was dropped and the man disappeared.

Some survivors of the attack witnessed this person, some didn't and say she made it on her own. The queen however never lies, and accounted the tale as she lived it. No one ever learned who he was, for there are no records of a man with an arm made of true ice...

Some think it is just that, a legend, some think he's some kind of ancient ghost that had escaped the abyss and now haunts the barren tundra.

Only Ashe knows the truth, and to this day seeks the one they call, the snow ghost.

[daphneaureliagreengrass]

Perfection

No, that's not correct Daphne. In fact you must bow first then extend your hand to greet, not the other way around. Yes- very good, my love. No! Gently, please. Do not shake like you're some small shivering rodent or a caffeinated outback cowgirl from America. Yes, perfection, my angel. Perfection. 

Perfection. Perfection. Perfection.

Daphne could still hear her mother's voice reverberating from wall to wall on the inside of her skull. She zipped herself into a pair of dark jeans and a white silk shirt. She turned to leave her room, ready and packed to start another year at school. In all honesty, she was quite ready for a vacation away from her ivory tower of sorts. From birth, it was understood that she, above all others, was to bear the burden of becoming the paragon of pure-blood status that her mother was all those years ago. The kind of woman that won the hearts of men like her father, the youngest and handsomest of the Greengrass family. 

Her younger sister, Astoria, was not allowed to slack, by any means; but as the first born in the next link of the long chain of propriety and wealth and status borne by the Greengrass name, Daphne was to serve as example. 

And serve she did. She was taught how to dress, how to behave, how to speak, what to read, how to greet, to eat, to drink, to sit, to stand...how to be. No one understood pressure like she did, and in spite of it all she thrived. Her lessons became routine, and grew easier with each passing day. She was complemented on her manner, decorum, and dress with each passing dinner, gala and ball. 

The war changed much of that. No longer were high families among the Sacred Twenty Eight flaunting there wealth. Instead they were spending quiet evenings at home, relishing their moments together and gazing through their crystal windows at the carnage that ensued beyond the gates of their own microcosmic world. Daphne just sat at her vanity table by the window of her third floor bedroom, brushed her blonde curls slowly, and watched as one muggle after the next was dragged, screaming in anguish down the streets to their imprisonment and eventual demise. She tried to feel something for the poor creatures that drug along the pavement outside of her family's estate, but she found she could not. Her eyes glazed over and her mind filled with some useless notes on place settings in her mother's sing-songy voice. 

That was then. The war was now over, and judging by her mother and father's behavior, the world was supposed to just keep on turning. Her mother went back to arranging dinner parties and her father returning to scouring the remaining pure-blood market for suitable gentlemen to marry to his daughters. The summer had been another of touring the male society circuit for both Daphne and Astoria, and for the most part, they fell right into step. 

Daphne was ready for a change. She missed the days when the war would keep her family close and honest, though she knew the informality of it all must have killed her mother. Somehow, Daphne knew that without school she would miss her last opportunity just to be a girl, just to be young. She was going to make the most of her time away from home, even if it meant getting fake-pregnant for a school project to accomplish that end.