Do you hear that? That sound in the distance? That's the sound of me being broke
I don't think theirs a single one I'm not some what excided for like... Hoyo this is just mean. Pluse I'm pulling for Sandrone and who knows if Pantalone will be playbul or not
I'm just pulling on every banner and hoping for the best
Eleament and Rairty theories
Vodyanitsa: Hyrdo (canon) 5 star
Alyosha: Electro 4 star, I feel like he'll be are free 4 star that lets us use the new gimmic
Odette: Cryo 5 star (cyro is the sound my wallet makes becuase I love her)
Valeriy: Electro or maybe Hyrdo 5 star
Vesna: Anamo (canon) 5 star (pls let her use her wings hoyo pls!!!!)
Danica: I've seen people say Anamo for her but I feel more like Dendro 5 star
Noy: Pryo 5 star (hello new hottest man)
Mitya: either Cryo or Pyro 4 star (I want him to be 5 star but I know in my heart that he's not:( ) I know he looks Cyro but him being conected to the furnes some how makes Pyro sound fun
Anastasya: Cryo 5 star (like canon? They haven't said it but like???)
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(The pink flamed Torch belongs to @that-one-paintbrush , reffered like that bc it'd be confusing, idk if i have permission to draw the other characters so if not i will take the post down if necessary.)
The other Torch, my lightbrush fusion, belongs to yours truly. Ignore the fact i messed up their face.
i get why everyone says that shed is weaker than telamon but
personally i always liked to imagine that shedletsky was the improvement on telamon, stronger and more agile than his old self while also having a MUCH smaller ego, even if he's more of a showboat.
Telamon was the stuck up eldritch god that refused to listen to anyone, always acted like He was superior, and would always gloat and stroke His own ego before he did anything, which resulted in His eventual defeat.
Shedletsky is the laid back jokester that knows when he can afford to act like a cartoon character and banter and be witty and when it's time to lock in and just get it over with, will listen to people and acutally give some sort of input on whether it's a good idea or not, and generally saves the ego trip for AFTER he makes sure that the threat is dealt with.
Okay Starlight anon, that asks you sent about the dolls yes that. I will be taking that idea and yes that means you won't get a response anytime soon for it too.
Also can you send proof that you didn't hack into my brain? Like I just decided to delete the doll au soon a few moments ago cause I want to redo it and the first thing I see was this ask? Heyy???
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I hope you enjoy this, towards the end my hands started cracking (I have eczema on my hands) so put on some lotion and they were burning the last hundred or so words. BUT I FINISHED IT :’D
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His body shivered as the cold licked and bit at his bones. Despite the freezing and depressing aura the house held, he moved forward automatically, walking through calmly when his Father and friend couldn’t even brave it. All of this felt so familiar, but he’s never done this before. Never dared to make it through to the villain’s lair. At least in this life.
Were they even a villain? If what everything his family has told him about Neil is True, then he’s far from.
“An angel.” A voice in the back of his head provided, “So amazing that he wears his imperfections not as barriers or blocks, but as advantages, the traits that make him, him.”
His pace through the house slowed, why would he ever think about Neil like that?
“You may not think of him like that openly,” He started to stutter on what to say, deny the voice in his head, and blush. “However, I nearly always have.” The voice spoke further, seeming more self-aware than the preassumed simple voice of conscience.
Was someone there with him?
He began to turn his head from each side look everywhere he could, even to see if some small being was hiding in the beams of the self-made log cabin. The voice continued: “It only took me months of knowing him to realize that I love him and that in the eyes of society, our kind is wrong.”
He gulped, thinking of the different punishments and convictions you could be given for simply being different. He wasn’t just scared for himself, he was scared for the voice in his head as well.
“That in the eyes of society, it is wrong for me as a man to like another man. That it is wrong for a woman to like another woman. That it’s wrong to like someone of the same gender. That it’s wrong for anyone to be different than the path laid before us.”
Gene stopped just a yard away from Neil’s bedroom door, not in fear of the pools of negativity that oozed out from under the door and into the weak fabric of his shoes, threatening that if he were to not be careful they would stain his pants as well. He stood in confusion.
“Edwin?” Gene spoke aloud, hoping that he wasn’t going crazy.
“Yes, I’ve been here with you the whole time. Just waiting for you to accept how we are.”
“Why did you show up now and not earlier?” His expression still held confusion, but the dark droplets of anger started to spread, overtaking him with anger.“So i wouldn’t have to deal with all of this?” He gestured, getting more frustrated, “The mess that you left behind?! I’m supposed to be a kid! I don’t want to deal with these problems...” The anger left as soon as it came, “Why?”
“If I showed up before you solved your personal problems, I wouldn’t have been able to put all of this to rest.”
“What...” His gaze dropped to the floor, hunched over, defensive. Worry began to spread and the tension left his body, leaving his head hanging, and mouth dry as he asked: “...What are you suggesting?” He had only been able to hear a few stories about Edwin and was still unsure about him.
“We merge our lives, our memories, live as one being.” Gene just stared at the floor, contemplative, “I can tell you care for him just as much as I do.”
“My mental age doesn’t help, though.” Gene sighed opting to sit on the floor, frustratingly puffed cheeks resting on his fists as he continued to stare at the ground, “I’ve only known him for a few weeks- how- why… is he so amazing?? And cute?? And handsome??”
“He’s naturally obviously quirky and goes out of his way to make the people he cares about happy, even when he doesn’t realize it. Even when his soul was physically cracking and he was stuck to bed rest, he tried his best to make me happy.” Gene’s frown curved into a smile, he wanted to be able to remember what Edwin could, to know for himself how caring Neil could be, “If we merged, we could live happily with him.”
“...Is he a good lover?” Edwin laughed as if he heard the funniest joke. “It’s an honest question!”
“Yes, he’s an amazing lover, he’s treated us like royalty over the years. Which is fitting considering that: If the world was different, Neil and I would be married and sitting on thrones right now.” He could practically feel Edwin’s smile, “I still hope, one day the world will change, and we can truly have our wedding.”
A silence fell, and he could feel Edwin’s smile drop as well.
“...I need to get back to him.” Gene raised a brow, once again confused, “We’ve lived nearly our entire lives side by side. Acquaintances to friends to best friends to secret lovers. It’s always been the two of us. Even when Neil was forced to marry Cecil. It was still just the King and his Aid.”
Gene moved his eyes from the floor back to the door, letting his soul hear the desperate call of Neil’s.
“We have family. More family and friends that are strongly trusted to keep our secret.” Gene perked up at this, “Neil’s brother Dean, and his husband Cecil, they share a seret similar to ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“He is stuck in a female body. He doesn’t like being a princess. Like our situation. Stuck in a body that does fit how we mentally are.” Gene nodded in understanding, “They have a son, Martin, they’ve been raising him to treat everyone, no matter their sexuality, gender identity, or romantic preference, with respect. Our friends have learned of both of our secrets, and are secretly pulling strings in the castle as we speak.”
“...you have friends that… that accept us being, you know?” Gene questioned, genuinely surprised by the information.
“The different heads of departments, and Dean’s own personal guards. Even the head of Heads, and now Head of the court as well, Ian is on our side. When we were thrown in a cell, before Neil came to save us, he visited. Bringing food and questions. He left with answers and a different train of thought. It took time, but Cecil confided in all of them too, we write to each other as much as we can.”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Then this will be the last time we can talk. Just know, we will live happily...”
“One last thing, though.” Gene shyly spoke up, “Why was our connection gone? Why didn’t all the memories stay?”
“We aren’t allowed to exist together, but don’t worry, when I do this, we will be one and the same. One life. One person.”
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He was a monster.
There was no question.
The shivering winter frost keeping him rooted. Seas of corruption and the pure negativity his soul was made of pouring from him. His bones were nearly melting from the sheer amount of it. His jaw long since hanging. Eyes covered by the goop. Feeling lost in his arms. The only senses left were hearing and smell. The two most useless ones when you’re alone.
The weight of the silence fell onto him like a piano. Any small noise cutting through him with a weapon of fear. It could be an animal or the police coming to jail him for suspicions of being homosexual. Either seemed to be a logical option at this point.
Then, the muffled sound of a voice. He couldn’t tell who it was. The sound echoed and distorted through the door and the pools of runny liquid.
A whimper escaped him. It was hopeless. The police were here, his life would be uprooted. He would either be sent back home and likely thrown into a secluded cell or religious place or kept in America to do the same things. It was a coin toss and he didn’t like either choice.
Then, a pair of muscular arms surrounded him and his nasal cavity was filled with the smell of parchment and flowers. The smell of plants and books. The smell of his lover. The feel of his lover.
The negativity stopped flowing from his body. One of his eyes was uncovered.
A teary-eyed Edwin looked at him happily.
“It’s okay.” He was carefully pulled into Edwin’s lap, and an arm moved to caress his cheekbone, moving his jaw back into place “Emotions are fine. You’re safe. You don’t have to hide anything with me.” His arms were pulled around his lover’s neck, and Edwin moved his skull to nuzzle Neil’s neck, “Shhhh, I’m here.”
He really is.
“I’m so sorry it had to last this long. I had to let Gene handle his problems before we could live happily again.”
“S-shut up, glitch-fest,” Neil hiccuped, squeezing his arms tighter around the other, “P-please, I just need to cuddle you right now. Just know that… that you’re really here.” Neil’s soul glowed as he spoke, and Edwin carefully pulled it out with his own, letting them drift next to one and other, Edwin exchanging his magic to the nearly shattered soul. For some time, he would need to heal, but, they would do it together.
First anomaly post, along with the first anomaly that the group will be assigned to.
(as a quick reminder of their jobs and who they work for, Paranomalous Labs is a company that studies anomalies that bother people and invents stuff to oppose them.)
This particular anomaly is a newly discovered one so at first the "fleas" (idk what to call them yet lol) aren't known yet. (And the text on the staue's book isn't translated yet.) People believe the black cats are being possessed by the statue and are causing these weird misfortunes. (I forgot to write this in the drawing but when these misfortunes happen people also report that they feel some kind of "force" or something, which only causes more blame on the cat since it's always there when misfortune happens along with the strange purple smoke emitting.) In reality, though the cats aren't possessed and it's actually these small flea parasites that take residence in cats and as long as the witch statue is active will curse misfortune on w/e human the cat comes across.
(probs will rewrite this to shorten it but u get the point)
