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Sleepy boi 🥹👍🏻

more info about nine lives bc i'm stalling on work and wanna talk about him instead <3 most of this is about the version of him intended for the comic I want to do after City of Blank.

-his real name is Nico

-his mother was a succubus, meaning he is half incubus. because of this, his incubus powers are limited and only work over digital media. IRL, everyone sees him as a gross, weird little gremlin, but online or in streams, he can seduce (nearly) anyone.

-he goes by nine lives bc he is very sickly and always in and out of the hospital. when he was a kid, he was in so often the nurses started (lovingly) joking he had nine lives and it stuck. even his dad calls him that.

-he is deaf, but speaks english fluently. he lost his hearing around the age of 13 to bacterial meningitis. he's blind in his right eye because of this too, which is why he's often seen with his goggle mask. He wants to keep his left eye safe, because it's his last means of staying connected to the world.

-he does have a hearing aid but hates using it. he also never learned ASL and instead picked up quickly on lip reading. he doesn't let many people know he's deaf, so a lot of people think he's ignoring them. (he DOES learn ASL later, but that's kind of a big part of the story)

-he is incredibly apathetic and lazy. he is very much the kind to joke to cope, but he's ultimately accepted he will die young and has no aspirations because of it (one of the reasons he never bothered to learn ASL). all the cast in this story has an assigned "7 deadly sins" and despite being literally half incubus, he actually represents sloth.

-he can and does sleep anywhere. energy drinks and coffee pump through his blood but he's still forever sleepy.

-actually incredibly nice. he can be a bit of a troll and likes to tease and mess with people, but ultimately would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. keeps all his problems to himself because he doesn't want to make other people worry.

-the opposite of finze in every way.

-terminally online. furry. reddit user (derogatory)

there's a lot more but that seems like some good basic info get to know him. i know vast majority of you are here for CoB but pls allow me to be self-indulgent with other projects for a couple days after a really frustrating weekend regarding CoB haha. maybe i'll do finze next if anyone is curious about this kind of info on him in the next comic?

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i'm curious to know the ratio of writers to readers on ao3 so here's a poll. when i say writer, i mean people who have published works on ao3, doesn't matter if it's once, or if it was ages ago, or if it's a regular occurrence. when i say reader, i mean people who have never published a work on ao3. the reader vote still counts if you don't have an account on ao3. if you're a writer who is also an active reader, please still click on the "writer" option!

please do boost this so it reaches a larger sample space!

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👁w👁 yes

UMM IM BORED SO LETS ATTEMPT TO START A PICREW CHAIN😋😋

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1349935

LINK!!

Step two🤧 tagging a fuck load of my mutuals slash bffs 😋

(NO PRESSURE!!!)

@lesbianjakewheeler @korakii-i @futurebadcomedian @twyz @mssanswich @servogender @uncertaininnit @riverisreallydumb @newmsies @lastplacepunishments @theatregorl @angry-inch @oliviaaaah @imsofansie @spacestamps @comicsanslover

and anybody else who sees this🤧🤧 LIKE I SAID NO PRESSURE this picrew is so cute tho omfg

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A little clarity that nobody really asked for but just so it can be on the record as canon:

I call Rex’s scion he/him a lot and sometimes call it by fandom-given names like Edgy or King, or even “Scion,” but within the canon, characters just refer to it as “it” and “Rex’s scion.” 

Sometimes it gets called just “Scion” but this is kind of the equivalent of using a title, like calling someone “Sheriff” or “Officer.” Scion is just what it is, and since it doesn’t have an actual name, that’s what everyone calls it. Kind of like how you might call a stray cat just “cat” before it’s named. 

Secondly, because I see this discussed a lot…..

Scion is pronounced sigh-on. I see a ton of people pronouncing the c but it’s like science, or scythe, or scene… 

It’s also not…a name I made up or something. It’s an actual word: 

It’s mostly named in reference to the second definition.

Lastly, in reference to Rex’s scion, I don’t think a lot of people are realizing Rex’s monster blank is quite literally the sassy little fellow you guys know as Rex’s scion.

These two are literally the same character, it just takes the form of the monster blank when Rex is occupying their body (which is most of the time, obv). It’s not some random monster that scion summons, it’s literally scion (Though I thiiiink this is a bit more clear as of this season?). 

On a final note, all of this applies to Jericho and his scion as well, with it’s canon name also being “Jericho’s Scion.” It works exactly the same, the only difference is it’s not as talkative as Rex’s scion. Rex’s scion is essentially a rebellious teenager that wants to joyride in Rex’s body and party and live the life it never got to, while Jericho’s scion is more matured and has become content with being in the backseat while Jericho drives. It’s more goal oriented and is fine with Jericho being his dumb self as long as at the end of the day their goals are aligned, which is why it’s so much more powerful than Rex’s scion. 

Rex’s scion and him are two passengers in the same car bickering on where they’re going and the scion trying to backseat drive. While Jericho’s scion and him know exactly where they’re both going so his scion is content with taking a nap in the back seat or just looking out the window. It’s also happy to lend him its power since it knows they have the same goal, while Rex’s scion is much more hesitant because it’s in a state of feeling like “no, you might do something stupid with this power like try to save humanity so I’m only giving you a fraction.” Not really…consciously, but that is synchronization that Jericho has talked about in past episodes. 

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After shoving Hansel in the oven, the witch turns to Gretel - who is currently fending the witch off with a gingerbread chair - and says:

“I can’t believe you thought a trail of breadcrumbs would save you. I mean, honestly, this is a forest! It’s full of animals. Honestly, the very idea that a dumb shit like you thought you could get the better of me is absurd.”

Gretel hits her in the face with said chair. To be fair to the witch, she takes the chairshot like a champ.

“Ow!”

“Did you know,” says Gretel, “that crows are capable of facial recognition?”

“Eh?” Says the witch, clambering to her feet and pulling a candy cane sledgehammer off the wall. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Not only that,” Gretel continues, “but they can remember both friends and enemies. And they’ll often follow people they remember as friends.”

The two fence with their sugared weapons for a moment, before the witch knocks the chair out of Gretel’s hands.

“Enough with the bird facts! Honestly, this whole attempted escape has been utter clownshoes. Get in the fucking oven!”

She seizes Gretel by the collar. Gretel immediately sandbags, letting her whole body go limp. This eminently practical defense forces the witch to try and deadlift her. Which is hard, as the witch often skips leg day.

“For example,” Gretel says, as the witch struggles and grunts, “if you feed crows a lot of breadcrumbs, they’ll probably start to see you as a friend and follow you in the hope of more food.”

The witch stops. Outside, she hears the thunder of wings.

“They’ll even bring you shiny things they find as presents!” Says Gretel, as a corner of the gingerbread ceiling is suddenly cut away by a large crow with a knife in its mouth.

“Oh shitballs.” Says the witch, as the crows descend. “I hope you know this is a great unkindness.”

“Technically,” Says Gretel, “It’s a murder.”

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He's pretty 🥹

Thinking about what I wanna do after City of Blank. His name is Nine Lives.

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I'm glad I saw this. It's beautiful

Which path should he choose?

The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?

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reblog to scare the aphobes

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ABO au | omega!Caelus + alpha!Welt Yang

“Is there something I can do for you?” Caelus continues to stare at him. Eyes glittering with the same diamond dust of the void seen through the express’s windows.

The young man’s silence wasn’t new. He barely spoke the first time he joined their little crew. Not for lack of trying, but more due to a loss of words. There were just moments that Caelus would forget to use them. Like water slipping through his fingers. You could tell based on the slightly burnt touch to his caramel scent.

Welt usually just lets him work through it. Caelus was incredibly independent, despite his lack of knowledge on things people usually took for granted. Questionable habits aside. When needed, a pat on his head, a smile or a simple “Good work” from the older man could easily dispel his frustrated scent.

Right now, Welt can’t sense any of that frustration. There was an eagerness to him though, a hint of curiosity—a tinge to his usually sweet scent that’s faint enough to know it’s there but not know what exactly it is.

A minute of this passes. Welt allows himself to feel the concern that’s been growing from Caelus’ continued silent staring. “Caelus?”

His brows furrow, lips pressed into a determined line. “Your scarf,” the young Trailblazer starts. He chews his bottom lip and Welt tries not to press his thumb on the younger’s chin to halt the abuse. A flush grows on Caelus ears, creeping to his cheeks, before he meets Welt’s gaze. (And how has he not noticed it before? That Caelus hasn’t been meeting his eyes since he sat down next to him?)

“Can I have your scarf Mr. Yang?”

“I—” Welt closes his mouth, brows rising at the request. There was no reason to refuse him. He was taken aback by the suddenness of it, but Welt can’t think of why he shouldn’t grant it. “Whatever for?” he asks, already removing it from his person.

Caelus doesn’t answer, but Welt can tell the other doesn’t know why either.

When Welt hands over his scarf, he carefully wraps it around Caelus’ neck. The teen holds still, his fingers fidgeting on his lap. Like he can’t wait to bury his fingers on the material. Welt smiles at that.

He draws back and watches Caelus do so. And when the teen presses the scarf to his face and breathes it in, the “why” dawns on Welt. Caelus scent shifts into warm content, and he hears his sigh taper off into a purr.

“Thanks Mr. Yang, you’re the best,” his eyes crinkle as he smiles. His golden eyes sparkling even brighter. Caelus doesn’t wait for his reply. He climbs to his feet and runs out of the main car. Most probably to his room where his nest lies.

“Adorable, isn’t he?” Himeko comments. “We should probably get him checked at Herta Space Station just in case.”

“Yes,” Welt coughs. He’s sure there’s some data about the effects of housing a stellaron for an omega. He wouldn’t put it past Dan Heng to have already started looking into it.

He draws his gaze away from the door Caelus exited. His scent lingers in the main car and Welt knows all of them are basking in it. There was nothing like the scent of a happy, content Omega. And he knows their crew enough to know they’d give their all to keep it that way.

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Protector

Chapter One

Author’s Note: Felt up to editing on my train ride yesterday, so have a chapter!  I can’t promise it’ll leave you in a more satisfying place though, sorry.  On a definitely completely unrelated note, you should check the trigger warnings for this one!

Chapter Thirty-Two:

Janus was running faster than he’d really thought he could, for someone who didn’t exercise all that regularly.  His shoulder was screaming from the knife that had been stuck through it, which wasn’t something he thought he’d ever have to experience.

He had too many thoughts to try and process while also running for his life, meaning that his brain was very firmly stuck in survival mode, and the voices calling his name behind him were pushing his legs to move faster.

He kept getting turned around and having to double back, which resulted in the other voices getting closer.  How the hell was that happening, he’d lived here for over a decade and come down here since, how did he not remember which way to go?

Janus stopped at a corner, completely turned around and unsure where to turn next.  The voices behind him were gaining, and his breathing was picking up.

And then there were footsteps coming from in front of him, which was impossible, because he’d left all of the others behind him, he couldn’t have gotten turned around that badly—

Then suddenly, seeming to emerge from nowhere, was Virgil.

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It...It beautiful

wow

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getting jealous, study dates and accidental kisses in the summer rain 💚