Not me trying to figure out how to introduce myself again-
Hey, hello and welcome to my sporadic writing blog where I plan to hopefully be able to write things that are definetly not a way for me to escape my responsibilities- totally not nu uh. Nope. Never.
(lies-)
Anyways, you can call me will/oni/great holy boss man terra. Honestly I have no idea what I want to be called anymore. Might as well just change my gender to a table at this point-
If you're here, then that means you're either here by
a) stumbling upon my quotev account and following the link to this humble writing blog and is one of my cult followers
b) stumbling here by reading on of my fics or finding me through any other means that I can't be bothered to list
c) all of the above and some more
If you did any of those then congratulations. You're now in hell. Regret your choices.
Writing shit
....honestly is anyone even going to see this thing? Probably not.
So for now - until further notice that is - I'll be writing shit of my own accord.
If by chance, one of you guys actually want to request something, I would die happy lil water dog twink-
Fandoms i write for?
Danganronpa
Genshin impact
Jujutsu no kaisen
Twsted wonderland
Boku no hero academia
This blog is entirely sfw, which means under no circumstances will I ever be engaging in writing the sfw with the n. The most I'll ever partake in is just jokes and memes but like... that's the extent of it. This blog shall thrive off angst and softness and you can't possibly stop me *insert weirdass pinocchio emoji*
Kimetsu no yaiba
Identity V
You'll have to deal with my weird tendency to swear that I'm currently trying to quell with my greatest abilities but man. How else am I supposed to describe things when shit is the best word to summarise it?
Might add attack on Titan in the future if I ever get over my l*vi trauma. All I wanted was my Armin content. Not a thirty year old clean freak vampire...
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In which I quake in fear of my own mind that spews out shit that even I don't understand. And I'm the one who came up with it??? Huh???
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Character analysis by yours truly~
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The covers don't even match with my aesthetic I know and I hate it but theyre so damn nice i-
Revamp my whole ass aesthetic for a few book covers? ....maybe...
actually yknow what fuck it heres a google drive of all the new dhmis episodes for my non british friends but PLEASE WATCH THE SHOW LEGALLY WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE.
Oh aren't they just the kindest? Always greeting you with warm hands and admiring eyes, it's a wonderful feeling knowing that you're the target of it all. They're not as intellectually smart as their seniors nor are they as intense but they're a much fresher breath of air than they are...
[Can be interpreted as romantic interest and you can tell I had no ideas for Razor]
Bennett
He's a sweet thing really, always tripping over his feet and laughing off the seemingly cruel intentions of the big joke that luck had in store for him.
He tries his best to help, hands always grabbing onto whatever you have, a book bag, a lunchbox, maybe even a file or two. Just leave it all to him! He says with a smile. It's almost funny with how alarmingly nice he is. Alarmingly being a key word here.
Sometimes his self deprecation is just too much for you to handle but you can't ever allow yourself to explode on him, not when his mental state seems so much worse than yours. His hands are scarred from how terrible his luck is and sometimes the smiles he has on his face seem just a little too.. uncanny. 'It's not his fault' is a thought that'll run repeatedly in your mind while with him and while Bennett doesn't like taking advantage of it, it comes in handy when his hands aren't scarred unconsciously.
Razor
You're almost confused when you meet Razor, disbelief resting heavily on your tongue as you greet him. You don't mean to be so cruel, really. At least, not intentionally that is. It's just… so hard to believe that someone like him could enter this academy so easily while you had to claw your way up here. It makes you want to throttle someone honestly.
Once again, you're not mean on purpose, just angry at how stupid life is for fucking you over like that.
Despite his less than spectacular ability to talk fluently and his academic progress, Razor's personality makes up for every insignificant loss there is. He takes care of you like you're family, doing his best to make sure that all your bruises are taken care off and that you've eaten enough for the day.
He knows so much about wildlife and how to hunt to the point where he can name all the fauna and flora surrounding the school that you're almost falling over your seat when you find out that he's part of Lisa's family by adoption. Lisa, the lazy librarian's assistant that calls everyone a nickname associated with baking ingredients, the brother to this sweet thing that just happened to growl at someone who tried to talk to you? Really??
Was this boy raised by wolves or something because you were absolutely confused by the amount of contradictions surrounding Razor.
Xingqiu
Feiyun guild. It's a title and name that you're all too familiar with. You've seen it stamped on the corners of pamphlets of businesses and on the plaques of your old school dedicated to bragging about how wonderful their sponsor was.
It's only right if the second son of such a renowned guild would be here.
What isn't right is how absolutely gremlin-like he is. You had been expecting someone prim and proper, not someone who had fucking poetry rap battles in the hallways with Hu Tao and slid jueyun chilli into his best friend's food as a joke. Rap poetry battles. If that wasn't a sign of weird rich kid vibes then you had no idea what it was.
He gives you gifts with a careless smile sometimes, as if giving expensive gifts was something anyone could do on a daily basis and maybe, just maybe, if you cared to flip through the pages of his poetry notebook, you'd find eloquently put together verses about you, some hinting at things just a little too close to home for you and your comfort.
Chongyun
You and Chongyun are the unanimous leaders of the "xingqiu is a threat and needs to be stopped" club. Of course, because you're a good student council president, you obviously can't make it into a real club but Chongyun takes full delight in knowing that if given the chance, you'd absolutely make it a reality.
He's so kind when he's not driven by the influence of his Yang side! Always tripping over his words and so focused on wiping away any bad Feng Shui around you. It's almost a running joke between the two of you but it starts to get very strange when he insists that the people you hang around are surrounded with bad spirits.
He may come from a renowned exorcist family that practiced daoism but are his words really untrustworthy when the people around you really do act up for seemingly no reason at all?
Xiangling
You've known xiangling since high school, from when you'd stumble into the warm atmosphere of her family owned restaurant after a fight with someone you really didn't like (read: hated). Her hands are always so quick when they tend to you and her words are so fond and kindhearted that you doubt that she could ever hold a piece of rudeness in her. Even if her head was more involved with food on some days.
She always keeps an eye on your intake of food much like Razor but the key difference between them is that she's the one making said food. She's fascinated with what you do but has said more than once that the amount of papers you have to go through makes her dizzy to even think about and starts asking about when you'll quit school and become a cook at her restaurant instead.
You agree with her internally but withold the urge to leave behind all moral obligations and instead externally you knock her on the head.
Honestly, you can always rely on her to make you a bento, even if you've already brought one! After all, her food is world class and you can't possibly be so unkind as to refuse her efforts of making you lunch when she woke up so early for it now, can you?
Hu tao
She brutally reminds you of those strange kids from one class over, always rambling about something you have no knowledge of. She'll drag you away from your duties to hang out with her and with how flamboyant her personality is, you can't help but get swept away by her freeness.
Her rap battles with xingqiu are extremely odd and most of the time you can't help but support her despite how strangely put together her stanzas are. Sometimes she spits out silly haikus talking about ghosts and other times its free form poetry that makes you rethink your life choices.
You have no idea whether she's your friend or not with how she treats you but hey! It's Hu Tao and she does whatever the Tao she wants. Get it?
Sometimes, you get the strangest feeling that she could recite your whole family history if prompted to.
You're a tiny little first year where you first meet them.
You're a tiny little first year student who has a past of delinquency and a resounding hatred for rules and yet you hold all the admiration in your head for the student council and this school. You've built a throne for them in your mind because you know that being here is the only way a mob character like you could ever hope to become someone.
Then you're a second year, well liked and known and friends with people who you had previously thought were out of your reach and for the first time in your life you realise just what it means to finally be above it all when you're chosen to be the new student council president after the last one backed out — 'retired' as he had put it when the two of you nursed a cup of tea in your respective hands.
And yet you don't abuse that privilege.
You savour it yes, but that doesn't mean you'd willingly exploit and give up all the effort you've made.
After all, it's quite nice having people you can depend on, even if their dependency on you is far more than what you bargained for…
“Love all that they are, all that they have been, and all that they will be.”
The Lovers, Upright: love, harmony, relationships, values alignment, choices
The Lovers, Reversed: self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values
He is enraptured by amour for all, both living and nonliving, physical and metaphorical, good and bad. Indulging in the beauty that surrounds him, he loves to love and asks for nothing in return. To protect that unwavering love of his, he is willing to throw himself into hell and high water.
Reveal the Shape of thy Soul…
… Rook Hunt!
There was beauty to be found in everything–even in evil. To believe so passionately in one’s cause and to pursue it, even when the entire world had turned against you… Pressing on despite the doubt… There was a certain charm to that mindset, to that determination.
This, Rook believed wholeheartedly.
And yet the huntsman’s chest still ached when he set his eyes upon him. Him—Vil, his dorm leader, his friend, his guiding star embedded into the night sky. Now sullied, his sparkle clouded over and muddied by blot.
Rook still found him beautiful, but in a way that one might find horror beautiful. As morbidly fascinating as a swatch of the night and all of the monsters it contained.
— see now, shining star ; for how dearly do your devotees love you so ?
long before the handles of time began to sway and dance, when teyvat’s name alone was as faint as a whisper ; you were born.
born from a blank page, a script unwritten; left to be decided by the captain alone, you steer the course of fate that of which beholds your very own soul.
you have always been there to bear witness to the glorious birth of fables and myths ; wandering the stars, always so alone, you march onward into the unknown with a heart so full of love.
the seas sing your name, as do the skies weep and shine tears of unbridled love and joy with each and every breath you take, the land humming hymns with each step forward. the world loves you dearly ; it treasures you so.
beloved, beloved ; oh, most beloved !
you have created nothing and everything — you are nothing, and yet, you are everything and more. though you may not have built every stick and stone, nor woven winds and ran rivers through their course to build this world all on your lonesome ; you are that which breathes life into things anew with the seed that blossoms within your chest and call love.
a gallant gaze brimming with childlike curiosity, cries mixed with frustration and happiness all at once, the cradle of teyvat sways to your every step.
for their god loves them, dearly so ; to drink in each and every inch and crevice of this world from the smallest pebble to the wildest of waves, you embrace it all.
a child borne from the stars, you shine like a beacon across the ever-blackened night ; spreading your radiance to the ends of the earth.
you, who have inherited these lands from a world unknown, are loved most dearly in return. littlest god, heart of the heavens, the most fairest of them all — with such a blinding radiance woven from love and love and love, how may the world be blessed by yours truly today ?
RATING PEOPLE'S IDV MAINS: BY A THREE WEEK OLD PLAYER WHO GETS TERRORSHOCKED TO KINGDOM COME EVERY TIME I PLAY AGAINST SCULPTOR (HUNTER VERSION)
Galatea (sculptor): y'all terrify me. Like I could be breaking apart a chair and pop! There's a wild statue around me and banging me to death! And bam! A girl with dwarfism (according to the idv community??) in a wheelchair appears and makes you feel guilty about yoinking a pallet on her! Like man do you know how awkward I get when I see a kid in a wheelchair get hit by a pallet i threw down? Man. It's awkward, that's for sure. How do you guys even get through windows?
Jack (the ripper): now, I would get scared of you if it wasn't for the fact that your whole invisibility shazam got ruined by that weird red light thingy. Not sure what it's called but eh. Like you could've terrorshocked me while I was decoding but nope. Red light! Gotta go fast! Suddenly I am sonic and dying in a minute!!
Luchino (evil lizard man): ...I've only ever seen one Luchino and I felt so bad for the guy that I purposefully stayed behind and let him terrorshock™ me like the man couldn't get the jump on any of my teammates I wanna make a pun but idk how to fit it in help-
Mary (bloody queen): I'm stuck between running away screaming and respectfully asking you to marry and terrorshock me. Like that special carry where it looks like Mary is ballroom dancing with the survivors as she carries them to their doom? Exquisite I almost want to get myself killed just to do that it's simp culture shush
Joseph (photographer): the amount of costumes the Josephs have are...intimidating to say the least. I mean I'm saving up for this man myself because rn he's the only hunter I can figure out how to play. Many tasty terrorshocks await me me thinks. He's also very handsome 10/10 would let him terrorshock me. Oh, and midnight gentleman? That's straight up cat culture not wolf you furry-
Leo (hell ember): people say you guys take pity on Emma mains but I've yet to see one that didn't straight up go after me and me only for a whole march like sir please this is your daughter I'm playing as have pity when you see her riding a carousel at like half health let her enjoy this ride DO NOT TERRORSHOC- your skills are very cool tho and I respect you people a bunch
Ann (the herald/nun/apostle/something religious/idk man netease makes me confused): idk how people remember you for your cat when her neck exists- I mean your cat is pretty...lanky and evil as most cats are but like sir stop chewing on my ankles thank you very much. I have no idea how to kite Ann so uh 8/10 also is it Ann or Anne cause like ....?????????
Michiko (geisha): I respect you so much like sir/ma'am/they you have peak friendly hunter energy even when you're trying to cut me down and chair me but please calm down with your butterflies if you don't come around to using them also your so pretty help oh gosh I am ✨simping✨
Smiley face: I forgot his first name @_@. Uh y'all are cool I met one friendly joker main who watched the sea with me and a geisha in lakeside and it was peak bonding moment tbh if you look past the fact that I was bleeding to my death. I'm not even giving any opinions at this point I'm just sharing my experiences huh-
Grace (naiad): guys. Stop drowning people. Notice that there's an r in the word drowning. I'm fine with you downing me but my god STOP MAKING MINITURE LAKES AROUND CHAIRS PLeaSe if I don't die from the chair I'm going to die from the bathwater you're using to create mini lake naiad or not. Anyways I think I know how to kite you??? I'm getting close to figuring it out. I just gotta loop around stuff right? Fun. Until I die.
Violetta (soul weaver): I admire Violetta mains because I tried her out once and I swear she took up half of my tiny little mobile screen and I had no idea where I was going. The fact that you guys can cacoon (I can't spell help-) people to death is really cool too. You guys are probably ento fans too- maybe I think idk how I linked entomologist with soul weaver. Maybe it's the fact that they both like insects? Also does Violetta even have a face because I swear when I saw her for the first time I was crying my ass off because holy shit that's horror movie material right there sir
Yidhra (dream witch): you're clearly the thing jack the ripper mains aspire to be. Invisible- I have no idea how you guys work except for the fact that I should really find out if a character has a bowing emote because damn. At this point I might as well just join dream witch if I want to live through a match with her in it
Hastur (the feaster): when I heard the feaster part, I thought of some guy who really liked eating. Turns out it was just this tentacle abyss guy- I mean you guys are great when I'm not distracted by the thought of food- anyways slap me bitch I have my protection shield thing on that I got from hell ember hah
Gamekeeper: yet another character who's name I forgot. Probably some kind of canadian-american name tho like uh Alfred or um Sam. Abraham?? Washington???? Idk what classifies as an American/Canadian name bro all I know is this guy somehow got the head of the moose shoved into him and became a guy with a deer head. Wack. Your ability to yoink me back with that trap is really cool tho so props to you guys for that
Wu Chang (white/black guards): your hotbox is legendary. I was across the map once and a Wu Chang was on the other side and I suddenly got terrorshocked out of nowhere??? Like sir?? I wasn't even close to you and you still slapped the heck outta me? YOU HAVE AN UMBRELLA HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE- I- in conclusion? Wu Chang mains are hot as fuck but goddamn someone control that legendary hotbox or I'll hit them with the gardener's tool box INSTEAD-
Burke (mad eyes): I saw a decoder once and didn't know what it was so I tried it out. Didn't know it belonged to mad eyes. I was in a duo hunters map and I was having the time of my life watching everyone run before noticing that there the hunters (Burke and Mary) were together near a decoder and a survivor just casually watching them. So I looked around them and saw one person and I just thought to myself "wow, who's the oblivious dumbass who's next to them?"
And then I went out of it, looked around for a chair to dismantle and lo and behold.
I was the oblivious fuck next to them.
I got sent to jail via Burke's ability.
Robbie (axe boy): I feel so guilty about hitting Robbie mains with pallets so instead I just vault through as many windows as I can and pray for the best-
Bonbon (guard 26): fuck you and your bombs. I mean you're cute and all but goddamn that dance emote of yours-
Antonio (the violinist): this man could step on me and I would thank him. I radiate peak simp vibes around Antonio mains and I don't regret it. Y'all are so cool?? Like sir youre slapping people with music notes and they sound nice??? Like oh hey I'm at half health but at least I get to listen to nice music while running away from death-
In conclusion? Antonio mains are great I love them
Percy (the undead): fuck you I would rather be chaired than dying pathetically near one. At least let me have my dignity won't you? I mean you guys are cool but no💖
The Will brothers (the breaking wheel): what- what even are breaking wheel mains? Immortal? Inevitable ? I've only ever managed to outrun on and that was because I was near the church pews in the red church. You guys genuinely scare me and when I'm in a match with breaking wheel mains I just run upstairs and cry (in-game not in actual life though I have considered it once or twice-) I'm relieved by the fact that your faces are just masks tho. Y'all are dicks too✨💖
Phillipe (the wax artist): the amount of inappropriate jokes surrounding you guys- I swear no wonder y'all are so eager to chair people-
RATING PEOPLE'S IDV MAINS: BY A TWO WEEK OLD PLAYER WHO GETS TERRORSHOCKED TO KINGDOM COME EVERY TIME I PLAY AGAINST SCULPTOR (SURVIVOR VERSION)
Emma (the gardener): I love you and everything you stand for goddamn I could be past the halfway point, all the way on the other side of the map and y'all would come running to the rescue, stand in the middle of nowhere to get your shield and save me within the span of half a minute. You guys are great and the reason why I'm trying to become a better Kiter when using Emma 10/10
Emily (the doctor): now with you guys, it's a whole 50/50 on whether you don't heal me or do heal me. Like, I could be doing little fancy twirls around you while being terrorshocked™ and you will either
A) Heal me like a good doctor
B) Continue decoding and heal me after you're done
C) Pop the cipher and leave me as soon as the hunter blinks/teleports over
Solid 7/10
Freddy (the lawyer): I hate the character's existence but the people who main him are fine ig. Solid 5/10 ngl you're either neutral neutral or straight up dipshits but idk I've only been playing for 2 weeks and a half. I mean the fact that you don't get terrorshocked is impressive but...yeah 4/10
Kreacher (the thief): the living embodiment of that one cat post
To that one kreacher who flashlighted the living fuck out of that bloody queen: thank you 5/10
Norton (the prospector): you either know what you're doing or you don't. There is no changing this. Also reminder to self: never bodyblock for Norton mains unless you want to be yeeted along with the hunter by a magnet 6/10 would've been a seven IF SOMEONE DIDNT YEET ME INTO A HUNTER USING HIS MAGNETS HUH
Aesop (the embalmer): I have no real opinion on you guys. You terrify me and I respect you with the needed amount to continue living. Thank you for sparing me yet another day 6/10 adding an extra point because he's a pretty boi-
Victor (the postman): baby. You are baby. That's it. You could probably kick my shit but still. Baby. Wick is great and I always have to put down my phone to go flappy flap with my hands when I see a notification that you guys are sending over a letter to me because oh my god it's Wick wick my boy my dearest boy- 80/10
Kevin (cowboy man): you. Yes you. I love you. Please, take my hand in marriage and lasso me away from the terror chair- 90/10
Margathea (the female dancer): um I lack the information needed to make a proper thing about y'all but uh you're cool ig i love your skin's too they're so pretty like sir spare me I'm too bi for this world help- 5.7/10
Mike (the acrobat): I've only met one of you and I've decided that I've fallen in love with you help this is the first time I've ever experienced so much inexplicable love for characters help- 90/10 I love you
Vera (the perfumer): I've never seen a toxic perfumer as of yet but the ones I've played with are so cool?? Like sir?? How did you manage to kite that Wu Chang for 4 minutes??? And at half health???? Oh my god the amount of respect is hakshsjkakagsjs unexplainable 10/10 y'all are so cool oh gosh
Patricia (the enchantress): I can't tell if I want to marry enchantress mains or kiss them. They're so nice??? Like oh my god I'm on my way to the dungeon and out pops a wild enchantress main and :0 she stuns!!! I am free!!! She bodyblocks?!!!! I am in love!!!!!!!!! SIR PLEASE LET ME TAKE HER HAND IN MARRIAGE AWOOGA SKSGSKLWHDHSKKA 10000000000000/10 OH MY GOD
Fiona (the priestess): ...I either see you kiting a hunter or I don't see you at all. There is no in between. I was in an all priestess team once and good lord where were all of them when I did my first three cipher kite?? Like I literally went around the whole map dragging along that hunter and they just...weren't there??? At all??? Like sir how many hiding places in the red church are there??????? 6/10 for the coolness of your skill
Luca (the "prisoner"): y'all are either squishy friendly people or the most aggressive lil shits alive. Like I could accidentally come upon you while you're decoding and you're either okay with me decoding with you or aggressively spamming decode another cipher machine. Your ability to shock the hunter is very respected tho and because I love you guys I'll give a solid 8/10 💖
Lucky Guy: you....uh...either stun the living lights out of the hunter or you're just...never there?? Like it's a whole priestess thing with y'all where I never see any of you unless I'm chaired.
Eli (the seer): the amount of skins y'all have is...terrifying. like I was in a duo hunter with like five Eli's and they all had different skins and man. The amount of hooting that came from my phone made my mom think I was watching a terrifying nature documentary about owls eating rats. 7/10 because you're good pure people who try their best
Andrew (the grave keeper): Im torn between protecting you and marrying you. Like you could either be a complete crackhead or the purest shits around and I will still love Andrew mains. I have no idea what to think of his bandit skin tho...😬 9/10 desolate sands makes me very confused
Naib (the mercenary): once again, the amount of skins this man has is absolutely terrifying. Colonel Drax tho.....:lipbite: /hj I have no idea how you guys rescue tho because like whenever I'm in a match it's always perfumer that rescues me and not you?? Like sir I just want to see you once and when you're you know not decoding??? 7/10
Helena (the minds eye): ....how are you the fastest decoder when the person that you main is blind i- I don't get it I really don't. Helena mains are the sweetest things alive but I really don't get them at all. Like what is your ability? How can you decode so fast? Why are you such a terrifying Kiter that people make memes on you??? I just want to see a minds eye kiting before I get sent back to my room... 8/10
Edgar (the painter): I see you guys painting but never putting down said painting. Like...exit gate is open??? Hunter doesn't have detention?? All of us are at half health and you're at full and we're all healing at the gate? What are you waiting for slap it in the hunters face as a bye bye gift- jk jk I love you guys like I've only ever been able to see you guys in duo hunters but oh god your existance contrasts the characters behaviour so much like AWOOGA I am falling in ✨love✨ 70/10 love you mwah- /hj
Ganji (the batter): I've only ever been able to meet ganji mains as a hunter and let me say this once. Y'all are either pain in the asses or clueless fucks that yoink a ball at me like it's some kind of water balloon. Man the fuck up and yeet that shit at me and send me flying back 6/10 y'all are hot ngl-
Anne (the toymaker): the amount of Dutch vibes I get from you are exquisite. You're very nice people but I don't get your skills very much tho you do kinda seem a little...overpowered. confusing but overpowered. I used the catapult once and I literally got yeeted into the gate and out of the manor like sir w h a t is this power Monsieur- 7/10 y'all scare me but you're so nice??
Martha (the coordinator): now lemme tell yall a funny story. It starts with me and duo hunters and the semi innocent suggestion of us all playing as Martha and stunning the hunters at the same time when one of us gets downed. I was the first to get targeted by both of the hunters. Stun the hunters midkite cowards I dare you you have a gun, use it- 8/10 for the gun
Melly (the entomologist): my decided wife y'all are so kind, so nice oh my god holy crap I save you, you save me, we save each other let's go if you main melly please friend me-
Orpheus (the novelist): now I know this man is early access but like lemme speak- you're either great kiters who genuinely want to help or toxic fucks who send me into the hunters arms on purpose (not that I'm complaining when it's a Michiko/Mary/jack/Joseph main-) in conclusion? 50/50 5/10
Emil (the patient): sometimes I main this cute boyo and sometimes I don't but from what I've gathered, we're clueless little shits who have no idea what they're doing. I think. I met like one competent Emil who carried me throughout my kite and yeeted pallets onto the hunter who was uh tunneling(? I think that's the term??) me 7/10 because of bias and personal main
Demi (the barmaid): I humbly ask for your hand in marriage- y'all are so cool like sir I am fanboying all over Demi mains they're so capable?? So cool?? So reliable?? I could be chaired last Galway line with a camper hunter and you'll still pull through for me while drunk off your asses oh gosh 10/10 Demi mains are great keep living your existence is great and that goes for everyone else except for toxic players and that's a fact-
Murro (wildling): A reliable grandpa who will always pull through for me and heal me without any complains and a quick happy lil thank you and a boar to say hello to. I don't approve of the animal abuse that Eli and murro bring about tho but they're very lovable and this is a game and those animals are apparently immortal so I'll give em a Costco half off at best 9/10 took off a point for making the good boar take hits for him thanks for the rescues tho gramps
Kurt (the explorer): a little man that I somewhat respect. If I was actually in game tho I would drop kick smoll Kurt into next Wednesday and no one could stop me. I respect your password pages tho yeah 5.6/10
Jose (the first officer): I am ashamed to say that I've only met one Jose and that was when I was the hunter. He was the first to go down by my Joseph's blade. Let's have an f in the chat for that one Jose who I never got to judge. -/10 cannot tell because I've only had one encounter with this hot man
William (forward): uh y'all are....very aggressive...towards..the hunters. To the point where I feel bad. Because y'all are always the first to get yeeted into the stratosphere. I know one forward main tho. They were so sweet like sir marry me- 5/10
Servais (the magician): ...so. you can uh....multiply huh? Cool.
Tracy (the mechanic): your robot scares the living lights out of me why is it so souless and how do you have so many costumes- you're a great decoder tho and a good rescuer so I'll give a pass on your creepy robot 6.5/10
Ada (the "psychologist"): you're literally so sweet?? Especially when I'm playing as Emil?? Like you'll stick around for me to sprint to you when I'm out of hooks and you'll try to heal me even when I'm kiting and about to die? The first to rescue me no matter what :DD
I....I really don't know at this point. Is the straw a telescope? Is it a broom? Is it a straw? The stick screams for it does not know. It's me. I'm the stick. Help-
An au from @twstedforyou where our beloved NRC boys are instead beloved familiars who'd kick a whole ass country into the air for you-
Flower in the mirror, moon on the water - the subtle and profound beauty of simply living strikes you hardest when you meet a seemingly lost cat in the middle of your family's estate.
Ch.2
Rising tides of flame
[last chapter]
The scent of incense fills the room, clogging your nose and making your mind hazy, a smell that's familiar to you but at the same time isn't. You strike a match, watching the flames eat away at the thin stick before you light the wick of the candle on your desk, the papers clogging up the space illuminating briefly before fading out again. The sleeves on your shirt fall back as you wave a hand around to disperse the smoke.
The candle is misshaped now, more of a pathetic lump of wax rather than an actual candle. But you use it anyway because there's no more left. The cat that you had taken in sits beside you on a cushion, the collar on its neck still askew. You didn't know why but you felt as though it wasn't in your place to do anything to it. At least, not yet.
You rub its head lightly, watching the fur on its head shift around with every circle that you trace lightly, purrs resonating against the walls. You're not sure why but you had this sense of familiarity with this cat, a sense that you had met before and would meet again, the sense that you had to protect this cat in the way it protects you as strange as it was.
The scratching of pen against paper resumes, lines of ink becoming an outline of a country, seemingly unsightly splotches of black assuming the forms of ships and traps, a tapestry of war that takes its shape in black ink and dry paper that has given you more paper cuts that comfort.
Too many people still doubt you. Too many distrust you, look away from you in favour of others. The flame on your desk grows with the wind that passes through your window and the smell of smoke hits your nose again, a familiar but unwelcome thing. The screaming whines of horses echo as you settle your pen down, placing the cat onto the table as you lean outside, eyebrows bunching together at the absolution that is fire.
While you had expected an ambush from the enemy, you hadn't expected something as bold as this. The fires that have started from the stacks of hay transferred to the stables, burning horses into nothing more than charred flesh and burnt bodies.
Obstruct the Calvary and you'll achieve a temporary victory that could extend to a real one.
Had you not belonged to the opposite side, you would've applauded this slightly flawed plan. The cat rises in the background, ears pressing back as it hisses in alarm.
You attached your swords to your hip with an unsettling calm, fingers snapping over the leather material and gliding over the buckles before you pick up the cat and hesitate for a second before stuffing him into your shirt, drawing out a katana when the first man bursts into your room, wood ripping and bamboo sheets tearing. Your desk becomes nothing more than a broken pile of wood in a matter of minutes as more opponents come trickling in.
They don't overwhelm you. They've never have. With every arc that you carve and every strike and every plunge, their bodies are reduced to nothing more than useless meat sacs containing blood, facing to the floor as you slowly make your way out of your room, the armour on your body barely enough to properly protect you. But for some reason, you feel safe. As if someone was by your side and protecting you, willing you to escape successfully.
So you fight, swinging wildly with no plan in mind, intent on only surviving and focusing on the feelings that you could feel, anchoring yourself to the world lest you become no more than a spirit.
You can't see the rest of your men nor can you see Rokuro anywhere. Specks of ash flutter into the sky and disappear the next and the line between the opposition and your side becomes blurred, people falling and succumbing to their wounds being the only thing you could be bothered to see.
The sky is strangely clear tonight, devoid of stars and bearing only one half filled moon, the smoke from the fire obscuring the sky. and blocking out the light.You pressed the cat against your chest, not bothering to stop by the stables where the screaming horses still remained. There was no worth in saving animals that were going to die anyways. The cat wriggled out of your arms, jumping down and rushing out of sight, into a building that wasn't yet touched by the fire. It must've been alarmed by the fire.
You kicked back a man who tried to attack you during your distraction, twisting around and slicing through tendons and muscles. His head slides off easily, skin ripping and giving way to your blade. You brought it away, slashing at the next opponent and the next, one man after the other. It's suffocating now, there's ash on your tongue and burns on your skin and the fog in the air hangs heavier when it mixes with the headache inducing smoke. You can’t see Rokuro anywhere, nor could you see the cat.
If your section of the army was being attacked, then what of the rest? The other two should be fine since one of them was under your father's command and the other one was under Ryo's and was out at sea.
You shout commands over your shoulder, counting the remaining men that hadn't succumbed to their wounds or the fire yet, clinging to life by the will of their own souls and others. Only half of them had weapons and armour on them because they had been on night watch while the rest were in questionable but understandable pieces of armour, a dō here and a sode there, helmet on their head and others with only their swords. You weren't much better than them unfortunately.
With every strike that breaks through the material of your undershirt and the metals that cut into your skin, you grow weary and tired, forcing yourself on for the sake of a word called survival.
You should've better prepared them for an ambush. You should've been a better leader.
Rain trickles down from the clouds above, the dark, dewy drops drenching your skin and wetting your hair. The fire doesn't quench though, if anything it just gets bigger. Fucking Greek fire.
"FALL BACK! GO INTO THE FOREST AND REGROUP THERE!" You weren't foolish enough to disclose where exactly you and your men would be meeting up in front of the enemy. While going into the forest was dangerous since they had fucking Greek fire of all things in their hand, it was the most appealing option you had right now.
You rush past your retreating men, whispering the location of the meeting point, making sure that the enemy didn't follow your men. You cut them down one by one, keeping an eye and ear out for the men who were retreating into the thicket of the forest. You couldn't afford to lose anymore people. Not now anyways.
Muscles aching and wounds opening and closing with every swing, you're tired now, you think. There's still too many faceless opponents to fight off, too many dead bodies that you trip over and stumble on. Your wounds were going to be infected at this point. Rokuro's location was still unknown but you had a suspicion that he had gone to the only remaining town nearby to deliver the letters that were to be sent this month. Maybe they would make it. Maybe they wouldn't. Still, it was a hope that most people held that they would make it. Those tiny white papers with jumbled words and clumsily spelt letters for people who could be dead or alive.
And maybe you wanted to survive too. Just like those papers. Was it so selfish of you to want that much? To the point where you were comparing yourself to non-sentient items without shame?
"MASTER!" An arc of blue fire curves by your side, burning the man who had been about to deal a killing blow to your neck. Blue fire. There shouldn't be blue fire. The heat singes the hair on your arms and you pull away from it, blade hitting the ground as you stumble back from it, watching the man be consumed by it, watching the skin on his face become nothing more than charred meat and melting white.
A hand reaches out to grab your arm, pulling you behind him, a person just a few inches taller than you, the two tails on his lower back curling around you protectively as he shouts curses at the people surrounding you. The blue flames rise with every curse he spat out, a gruesome sight to watch as terrified screams fill the air. The fires on their tails don't burn you, only warming you with a tickling warmth that reminds you of summer and fireworks.
You watch the scene, feeling more detached from the world than ever, staring at the swinging blue rope on his neck that rings with every sway, your grip on the handle of your katana loosening with every painfully stretched out moment that passes.
Their head turns and the blue flames in their cat ears flicker, turning into a gentle warmth that tickles you instead of burning you. A wide grin crosses his face, canines poking out and biting on the pinkish flesh of his tongue.
"Sorry for the wait, Master! Those bozos wouldn't let me through without a little convincing!"
