#{ i finally finished this monster of a bio }

[sceletaflores]

A Different Kind of Compensation.

part two!

pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader

prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.

warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.

word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.

authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.

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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.

You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”

“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”

He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again. 

“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”

You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.

Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.

Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.

You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly. 

Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black.  His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.

“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.

Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.

Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids. 

Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.

"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.

Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.

Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."

Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.

As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."

He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.

"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.

Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.

He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.

“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”

Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.

Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.

“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.

It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.

Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.

He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.

After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.

You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.

It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.

He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”

You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.

You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.

“Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”

[glitchgh0sty]

Don’t mind me,, just writing a thing for the first time in forever [Transformers x dnd mayhem] ⚔️🐉🤖

Transformers Cursed Knights au, chp 1 [under cut <33]

Jazz always loved the night. Under the dim light of a bio lit city. The constant sway of metal, wood and magic pulsing through the air finally ebbing as the bright twisted sun hides its face. Jazz always loved the dark, how its comforting grasp could hide the details of his face. He had just finished the longest shift ever near the tips of the city's necropolis and had positively smiled his own face stiff from under that spotlight’s harsh gaze.

Clenching and unclenching his hands, as they were sore and calloused from countless days of playing the lute, people shouted in his mind and at his face, “Play another Rico! Nono, not that one,, bard play something else. Can you sing any louder? Why must you pick these disgraceful tunes? Play the Primes ballad, play the primes ballad, play the primes ballad!” Request, after request running through his mind on repeat

They always ask for the Ballad of the Primes.

It’s not even a cool story really, Jazz didn’t understand why the court marshals would keep begging him to sing it.

‘Once upon a sunny day, toil in the heat as you may,, under the crown of a filthy king, who controlled the world with an iron fist, near free thought or lovely bliss,, how dare ye Pax, how dare ye still,, loose your monsters on us all, you beg us to plead and fall,, under their talons, breath and teeth,, you and your court of beasts shall fall, make room for the primes, make room for us all,, your heart is made of metal and your mind is made of flame,, so you how dare you betray what you have sewn,, your 13 beasts of burden flatten hills far and wide, all around our country from far side to side, so fall down fall down fall down to the pit from hence you came, we banish you and your unlawful crew to death on this day,,

Doodoodoo yada yada yada,, keep the monsters out, keep us safe and sound oh court of high. Something like that.’

Court. Safe.

Pft- Filthy rich little buggers.

He had been playing for the noblemen that night on the necropolis. People who were in good with the court, so his coin bag agreed to his sacrifice as he swayed down the street. Rico was a name he had supplied to nearly every employer he had as a way to save his face, determined to keep his theatrical and personal life as separate as possible.

Not that it often worked though. As people would call him out down at the market, on strolls across the energon fields, down at the metal smither’s and around every local energy deposit, all swarming and swooning for his voice.

He was borderline sick of it. But hey, that’s just business, his coin bag replied.

He hadn’t had time to change into his commoner clothes before rushing out of the venue so he messed with the cloth of his extravagant collar uncomfortably. It was worth it though, to get out of there so that the light of his spot on the stage might not unmask his disdain for this whole charade.

Whatever

He opened up his side vents a bit to grasp the cool air of the night and ex vented as he entered the field that marked his home. He would have chosen a place a little closer to his buddy Blaster, but the town of Nevercon was only insufferable nowadays. He looked around the comforting dark and decided to scope out a long way home today. I mean what the heck, if he had only the night to breathe, then he might as well wander, without the prying eyes of the town reaching for his voice.

His voice, his voice, his voice..

He was tired of it all, too tired to sing for himself really anymore so he wandered to the border of the woods in silence, letting the noises of the energon stalks swaying in the field and the sound of his own feet on the damp mulch fill the void instead.

He made his way around the woods, enjoying the calm of the night. Passing the trees one by one, over streams and around logs. The berries of the wood and the spirits of the night glowed dimly in the eve so that he knew where to put his feet but not much more.

Thirty minutes, an hour? had passed in the dim of the night before he began to grow weary of his steps. Maybe he should turn around? He had never really come this far before? He dismissed that thought almost as soon as he’d had it. As the further he wandered away from the town, the lighter the weight on his chest had become. He felt like he could finally breathe. But he was growing tired. Maybe he could spend the night out in the woods, like he used to before the court had closed the borders.

He used to wander the world, bringing his tales from land to land, song in his heart, lute in his hand, and not a coin in his bag. But those days were long gone and his expensive regalia itched at his joints uncomfortably as he contemplated sitting down. His outfits were tailored for him by the people who asked for his services, so he would probably never hear the end of it from his employers if they found so much as a speck of dirt on it.

Deciding to quit testing his luck in the dark for the night, Jazz turned to start making his way back to the shabby little house on the hill, but was soon caught dead in his tracks. He listened for the sounds of the world, and his muscles tightened as he could no longer hear anything, any response from said world at all. No whistling wind through the trees, no twinkle of spark lights, no spark lights at all?? It was like the forest was holding it’s breath, lying in wait for something. Or someone.

When did everything get so quiet?

The stories he told came rushing back to his mind suddenly, though he had been singing them all day long. ‘Loose your monsters on us all,’

There’s no way that’s right, his mind whispered with a start as his hands started to sweat. Jazz had been told tales of these woods by worried passerbys, Red Alert for the most part, but nobody had really believed him. Monsters were a thing of legend, and everyone had told Jazz that Red Alert had a screw loose. These were just stories people make up for nothing but entertainment. Jazz would know. But he couldn’t fight the countless memories, quips, tales he had seen countless people whisper about them all the same from tavern to tavern, town to town.

Listening for a moment more, Jazz made up his mind. He was going to run back home like a blitz of thunder and hope to the dead Primus that nothing would catch him. But just before he started off, he heard it. A thump, soft but audible. Or was it more of a bump? No, that would imply that something is here right? But he couldn’t see anything. Ooh he was in it now. Rubbing his sweaty hands on his vest as quietly as he could, Jazz resolved to pick the closest tree he could get his hands on, duck behind it, and prey whatever’s here has absolutely horrible nighttime eyesight. He couldn’t risk trying to run away from a creature of the night, especially in these stiff garments.

Feeling his way around, he cursed as the chains and beads around his sheathed flute let off a light jingle. Stifling that noise with one hand he felt around with the other.

Come on people. Trees?? I’m in the MIDDLE of a FOREST. This shouldn’t be that hard…

Jazz really couldn’t see a thing.

Feeling around and grasping at nothing but air for a while his hand finally slammed into something!

A tree! a smooth. cold tree. Wait. Smooth!?

Jazz gasped in silent disbelief and kept his hand as still as he could muster, though it felt like his spark was trying to claw out of his throat.

Maybe, whatever is here, doesn’t know I am here? I mean who am I kidding, maybe it’s a rock? Yeah, a very cold, smooth, shifting, cool rock. Wait no, that doesn’t work.

Jazz tilted his head up to try to understand the sounds around him, silently hoping the forest would give him a hint as to what his hand might be pressed against.

The ‘rock’ expanded a little, just enough to really test Jazz’s resolve before a low rumble shook the ground beneath his show boots.

Rocks don’t make noise. They shouldn’t make noise? Rocks don’t thump, rocks don’t beat,

Jazz shifted his fingers in desperation, surely hoping he had misread his predicament. As a slow but steady pulse ran up his fingers and down his spine.

Yep no, I read that right the first time, rocks don’t thump, rocks don’t rumble, rocks don’t beat. Holy Primus..

Rocks don’t breathe…

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Thank you @paradoxtheconfused for convincing me to write something after not having picked up the pen for literal years TuT <333

Some context ✨:

[blackenedsnow]

Hiya! Could I request a Cell x Male Reader who is an entomologist that adores him and visits him often? The reader nearly dies one day, and Cell finds him after noticing his absence. kinda a mix of fluff and angst if you can

wings of concern

WARNING: Injury (near-death experience)

PAIRING: Cell x (Male) Reader

NOTE: Hi there! <3 Thank you so much for this request—it’s so fun, and I had such a good time imagining Cell in this dynamic. I hope you enjoy it! Sending all my love to you, and take care of yourself <333

SUMMARY: When your daily visits to Cell suddenly stop, the bio-android sets out to uncover what happened to you, only to discover that you’re in grave danger.

Cell wasn’t used to being appreciated.

The world feared him, loathed him, painted him as a monster—and perhaps they were right. After all, he was there to dominate, destroy, and surpass all others.

But then there was you.

You, the oddball entomologist who had stumbled into his solitude one quiet afternoon, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he could crush you with a flick of his wrist. Instead of fear, your eyes had lit up with fascination.

“Amazing,” you’d said, as if he were some rare specimen rather than the culmination of humanity’s arrogance and terror.

At first, Cell had assumed you were a fool, blinded by naive curiosity. But as the days passed and you kept returning, your interest genuine and unwavering, he began to tolerate your presence. Then, to his surprise, he found himself… looking forward to it.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t beg for mercy or seek to challenge him. You simply admired him—his design, his abilities, even his connection to the insect world.

It was strange. But not unpleasant.

That was why your absence didn’t go unnoticed.

Three days. Three whole days without your familiar figure appearing in the distance, waving enthusiastically as you approached. No chatter about beetles or butterflies. No insistent questions about his biology, his wings, his exoskeletal armor.

At first, he assumed you’d grown bored or frightened. Perhaps you’d finally realized the absurdity of visiting someone like him.

But by the fourth day, irritation crept in. And by the fifth, a strange unease took root.

He didn’t like it.

It wasn’t concern, he told himself. Merely curiosity. A desire for answers.

And so, with a burst of energy, he took to the skies, his keen senses scanning for any sign of you.

It didn’t take long for him to find you.

The sight stopped him cold.

You were lying at the base of a rocky cliff, half-buried in debris, your body battered and barely moving. Blood stained the ground around you, and your breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps.

For a moment, Cell simply stared.

This was… unexpected.

Something twisted in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that made his grip on control falter. It was almost like—no, it couldn’t be concern. He wasn’t capable of such weakness.

And yet, he was at your side in an instant, his movements uncharacteristically rushed.

“What have you done to yourself?” he muttered, his tone colder than he intended.

Your eyes fluttered open, barely focusing on him. A weak, broken laugh escaped your lips. “Hey… Cell…”

The sound made something tighten in his chest again, and he frowned. “This isn’t amusing.”

“Didn’t think… you’d notice…” you murmured, your voice faint. “Got a little… too close to the edge… I guess…”

Cell’s jaw clenched. Foolish. Reckless. Typical of a human.

But as he looked down at you—at the blood, the injuries, the fragile rise and fall of your chest—he felt something else beneath the frustration. Something he couldn’t quite name.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, he scooped you into his arms. Your weight was negligible to him, but the fragility of your form made him move with an unfamiliar gentleness.

“You’re fortunate I found you,” he said, his voice low. “Any longer, and you would’ve been…”

He trailed off, unwilling to finish the thought.

You gave another weak laugh, your head resting against his chest. “Guess I owe you… huh?”

He didn’t respond, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he took off, the wind whipping past you both.

Cell didn’t stop until he found a safe, secluded spot where he could tend to your injuries. His knowledge of human anatomy wasn’t perfect, but he was efficient, his movements precise as he worked to stabilize you.

As he wrapped a makeshift bandage around your arm, you managed a small smile. “Didn’t think you cared.”

“I don’t,” he said sharply, though the way his hands lingered betrayed his words.

“Liar,” you murmured, your smile widening despite the pain.

He didn’t dignify that with a response, but his silence spoke volumes.

Over the next few days, Cell stayed by your side, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of your own fragility. He didn’t ask why you visited him so often or why you saw something worth admiring in him.

But as he watched over you, ensuring your recovery, he realized something important.

You were a curiosity to him. An anomaly. A human who saw him not as a monster, but as something extraordinary.

And perhaps, that made you worth protecting.

[lake-cosay]

Jesslake Demigod/PJO AU

hi so. finally making a real post about this.

i apparently made this au like 2 years ago but the pjo brainrot came back and i've been hyperfixating on this au again. while it does also feature my OCs this post is about the jesslake au

for clarity, this au takes place in the world of the Percy Jackson books, and assumes the canon story of the books is finished. it takes place in about 2020 (pjo canon is currently around 2011 ish). You don't need to have read the books to understand the au (I haven't) but. some knowledge of the universe will definitely help

most of my notes about the au are in the images, but here's a rough timeline of the major events: (it's long)

Jesse is born in 2005. he is raised by his mom and his mortal/adoptive father, whom he knows isn't his bio dad but treats him like it anyways. he doesn't know he's a demigod or who his bio dad is

Lake and Tulip are born in 2006. they both struggle as babies, but Lake much more so; they nearly die. Hephaestus, their father, dips Lake in the River Styx, giving them the Curse of Achilles, though theirs works a little different (more details on that later/in another post)

Hephaestus sends Lake to Camp Half-Blood to be raised there. (Chiron serves as a father figure to Lake, and they actually get along pretty well.) Tulip never finds out she has a twin until she arrives at camp.

Lake lives at CHB their whole life growing up. Sometime around the age of 8-10ish, they encounter the flecs for the first time. In this au, they were people but were cursed to become monsters, and still hunt Lake relentlessly. Lake has a pretty gnarly scar from their first encounter.

When she's 13, Tulip finds out she's a halfblood and is brought to camp (have not figured out how/by who yet, open to ideas). One-one is an automaton her dad built for her, not sure about Atticus.

When they're 13, Lake decides they want to see the world. They leave camp mostly on a whim, but take enough time to pack a bag and leave a note for Chiron asking him not to try and find them. Chiron somehow (through the Oracle, and Apollo kid, idk) divines that Lake will bring another half-blood to camp safely, and he trusts Lake, so he doesn't try to find them.

Lake wanders on foot for about a month, heading southwest. Eventually, they end up in Arizona, where they meet and slowly become friends with Jesse. Jesse's parents are glad he's spending time with someone who's not his other friends, and they let Lake hang out at their house a lot. They (of course) know Jesse's a demigod, and start to suspect Lake might be too. (Lake also starts suspecting about Jesse)

The "man test" (or something very similar) happens after Jesse meets Lake, and Lake is there to witness it. However, Jesse's friends turn out to be monsters (were they monsters the whole time or did other monsters impersonate his friends? i don't know. lol) and Jesse and Lake have to go rescue Nate (from the underworld? from a monster's lair? somewhere else? again, i don't know)

After that quest, Jesse properly arrives at camp, and him and Lake become very close.

There's a small arc with Lake that I'm not sure where it fits, but here's works: the harrasment and attacks from the flecs are getting worse, and somehow during an attack Lake manages to kill them (Lake never wanted to kill them before because they used to be people, and somehow they know they won't come back like other monsters, so killing them is genuinely killing them). Lake still has to grapple with the fact that they were people and they killed them, but also that it was in self defense.

There's another more significant arc for Lake involving Hephaestus. Probably happens 2 ish years after they meet Jesse. Hephaestus... doesn't like Lake. It seems like he always wants Lake to prove themself to him, but Lake refuses. So instead, he forces them, by setting a trap. Lake nearly dies in his trap (a web of hot metal wires that tie them up like they're in a spider web, covering them in deep burns; it makes sense given Hephaestus' other myths I promise), thankfully, Lake is rescued by Tulip and Jesse. However, the whole thing is definitely traumatizing, and really solidifies in Lake that their dad is a fucking asshole. (me and @jesse-cosay wrote a fic of this, we're most likely going to post it soon!) (also, that scars from this are in the drawing, but they don't look as Bad as I want them too, I was struggling with making them look Bad enough)

Lake and Jesse have become friends with my OCs (Rain, child of Hypnos, and Kona, daughter of. Apollo. sort of. not quite. it's complicated. also Kona is Jesse's cousin!) over the past 2 years or so, and when one of them (Rain) ends up in the Underworld, they both go with the other (Kona) to help rescue them (I can definitely elaborate on that if people are interested, but it's very self indulgent lol)

okay, here's some random little things about this au:

Annabeth no longer has the most beads, Lake does. They have 13. Chiron made sure he collected the beads for them since they were brought to camp.

The other main characters are at camp too (mostly). Grace is the daughter of Aphrodite, Simon is the son of Ares, both have them have lived at camp since they were kids. Simon takes after Luke, thinking the gods should be taken down entirely.

Min is an Athena kid and Ryan is an Apollo kid

Alan Dracula is still basically the same. Chiron doesn't know how he can get into camp. Or if he's a monster. He just knows the deer helps protect campers, and that Lake loves him, so he leaves Alan be.

Lake used to have their own room (a repurposed guest room) in the Big House but now stays with Jesse in Cabin 3 (during the summer, the rest of the year they live with him in Arizona)

When Tulip arrived at camp people assumed she was a Demeter kid because of her name, quickly realized she definitely is not a Demeter kid

Lake has kicked Simon's ass in combat numerous times. It's very rare that Simon ever wins against them period. Simon hates Lake with a burning passion. He HATES that the tiny hephaestus kid can beat him up.

Jesse really doesn't like when people call Poseidon his dad, even if he knows it's true, because to him, his dad is Stephen Cosay, a mortal, who helped raise him and whom he loves.

with all that out there, please feel free to ask questions!!! i love this au so much and i would love to talk about it more. my ask box is open!!! or you can reply to this post. i'm going to reblog Yellow's art from this au and make sure it's tagged so you can find it. the tag is #it pjo au

[ningguangsworld]

Male Dragón Reader Bio

Name: Y/n

Last name: L/n

Height: 178 cm

Race: Adeptus Dragón

State: Alpha

Mate: Ningguang

Region: Liyue

Appearance:

Usual outfit:

Secondary outfit:

Weapons:

Swords:

Spear:

Catalyst:

Tattoos:

Back:

Left arm:

Dragon froms:

Oriental form:

Western form:

Dragon roar:

Likes: apples, chocolate, his fellow adepts, zhongli/morax, qiqi, spicy food, ningguang.

Dislike: liars, abyss monsters/followers, let them hurt his friends, to touch his tail or horns without his permission.

Visions: anemo, cyro and electro(they are all on the left side of your waist)

Normal attack: you make five cuts with your swords to quickly switch to your spear to make another five cuts to finally use your catalyst to attack from a distance generating anemo, cyro or electro damage.

Elemental Skill: you create an anemo element dragón that will attack the enemy. you can create up to four(you can also create them from cyro and electro)

Elemental Brust: you make consecutive cuts with your spear and then jump into the air, transforming into an elemental dragon to deliver a diving blow, generating elemental damage.

Things about Y/n:

He is a five star character.

He is a dps character.

In addion to Ganyu, he is the only adeptus who interacts with humans.

Of all Rex Lapiz's adeptus, is the strongest.

He has a small scar on his left eyebrow and an x-shaped scar on his right arm.

Some voice lines of Y/n.

Elemental Skill: |- 'get out of my way!'

Elemental Skill: ||- 'move!'

Elemental Skill: |||- 'too slow!'

Elemental Brust: |- 'time to end this'

Elemental Brust: ||- 'this teaches you a lesson'

Elemental Brust: |||- 'this is your end!'

Low Hp: |- 'it's just a scratch'

Low Hp: ||- 'you need more than to finish me'

Low Hp: |||- 'that's all?'

Fallen: |- 'l'm sorry... For failing you......'

Fallen: ||- 'So... This is my end....'

Fallen: |||- 'l will still... Be watching you...'

Hello: Greetings traveler, my name is Y/n L/n, adeptus of Rex Lapis, if you need anything please let me know l will do everything in my power to help.

Chat: Time: Time is a mysterius thing, don't you think? It's quite surprising how quickly it passes without us realizing it. Although It's sad how some things are forgotten, It's also reassuring how nations move forward to achieve a better future.

Chat: Fighting: You have a very interesting fighting style, traveler. If you have time, l will gladly teach you others fighting styles.

Scars: Oh my scars? Well, my scar on my arm can be seen with the naked eye, but it surprises me that after seeing the one on my eyebrow, you undoubtedly have a great view. Well, the one on my eyebrow was during my youth and the one on my arm was during a battle against a rather formidable enemy.

When it rains: I have always liked the rain, every time it rains it feels like the rain is singing a lullaby.

When thunder strikes: It looks like a storm is approaching, we should take cover before if gets worse.

When the sun is out: Oh the sun came out It's definitely perfect for a walk.

Good morning: Good morning traveler, l made some tea, do you want some?

Good afternoon: Greetings traveler you need me for something?

Good everning: It's better that we go back home because it's already getting dark.

Good night: Why don't you stay and rest at my house? After all tomorrow we have a lot of things to do.

About Y/n: Apart from being an adeptus of which l am very proud, l am also a great merchant of Liyue and l am the richest man in Teyvat so l have a great influence in Liyue.

About us: A great warrior worthy of admiration who seeks to achieve his goal, l dare to say that you remind me of xiao.

(Unlocks at friendship lv: 6): Whatever path you decide to follow, l will accept your decision and support you.

About visions (Unlocks at friendship lv: 4): The visions have always been a mystery to me. I still remember how l got mine. I was fighting a large horde of monsters and they outnumbered me, but those monsters were heading to Liyue and l was not going to allow them to destroy my home, so with all my strength. I continued fighting and from one moment to the next a great wade of wind drove away my enemies, a large part of the horde of monsters had frozed and a great lightning had struch and killied them and in front of me an anemo, cyro and electro visions had appeared, l suppose that people who have great determination can achieve a vision but it is just my opinion.

Something to share: Oh my swords? Well, both were a gift from lord Morax.

About the Traveler(Aether) (Unlocks at friendship lv4): Someone who is willing to face any challenge to find his sister is certainly worthy of respect and admiration.

About Paimon(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Paimon is... undoubtedly a mysterious creature since throughout my life l had never seen someone o something like her, although a small warning, Traveler, if l hear Paimon calling me a winged lizard again, l do not consider myself guilty of my actions.

About Zhongli(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Lord Zhongli is undoubtedly someone that l have a lot of respect for, he has helped me a lot in the past and although he no considers himself the geo archon, l will always be loyal to him.

About Xiao(Unlocks at friendship lv4): He is undoubtedly a great warrior and a great spear user, l find it admirable that despite being someone who suffered in the past he keeps going no matter what.

About Qiqi(Unlocks at friendship lv4): If l'm honest, sometimes l think that Qiqi is like my daughter, sometimes when l have time l go to the Baizhu pharmacy to her and l always bring her coconut milk since it is her favorite 'hehe' you can't imagine the big scandal that arose when Qiqi called me dad.

About Baizhu(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Without a doubt, he is a great pharmacist. He has cured most of my wounds.

About Hu tao(Unlocks at friendship lv4): If l had to describe Hu Tao l would say that she is the most energetic, lively and childish girl l have known in my life. It is pleasant to spend time with her although l find it somewhat annoying that she constantly wants to touch my horns without my permission, l still can't understand how Lord Morax ended up working for her.

About Yelan(Unlocks at friendship lv4): She is a good friend of mine and is a great informant. She always keeps me informant about what is happening in Liyue although she constantly wants to make bets with me.

About Ganyu(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Ganyu is like a little sister to me, after all l knew her when she was a little girl but unlike Cloud retainer l won't tell you stories about Ganyu when she was little but l can assure you that she was very adorable. As she works constantly for Ningguang the poor thing almost doesn't rest so l always have to remind her to get some rest. I should also tell Ningguang to give her more days off.

About Shenhe(Unlocks at friendship lv4): I still remember how l met her, l was next to Cloud retainer, the poor thing was quite scared and luckily we managed to calm her down. I find what her supposed father did quite unpleasant. I suppose that sometimes l don't understand humans, but now Shenhe is quite happy, although It's hard for her to understand human emotions, she's on the right track.

About Beidou(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Beidou? 'Haha!' To be honest, she is without a doubt my best friend we both always train together and to be honest her blows really hurt sometimes we go out drinking together although she is the one who always falls first l also usually pay her fines for the problems her crew sometimes causes.

About Ningguang(Unlocks at friendship lv4): You know something traveler? I think without Ningguang i would be very sad and i thought that after Miko's cheating i would never fall in love again but it seems i was wrong, i really love her, she had a really difficult chidhood but now she is Liyue's Tianquan and i couldn't be more proud of her, she deserves the whole world and l am ahle to give it to her.

About Keqing(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Like Yelan, Keqing is a good friend and i find it kind of funny how she and Ningguang argue, Keqing sometimes looks like a big angry cat 'hehe'

About Xianyun(Unlocks at friendship lv4): Cloud Retainer or Xianyun in this case is an old friend and is a great inventor. She helped me for me for many years and l am very grateful to her. She was even the one who designed my spear.

Y/n's Hobbies: Well if you are curious about what l do during my free time l really like draw.

Y/n's Troubles: Why should l get involved in a meanningless fight if there are innocent people in the crossfire?

Favorite food: It would definitely be spicy food.

Least favorite food: I'm not a big fan of sour food.

Birthday: Here you have my gift two necklaces made of crystal one for you and well one for your sister when you find her and l hope you both have a great and happy birthday.

Feeling About Ascension: Intro: It seems that my strength is returning little by little but remember we are not done yet.

Feeling About Ascension: Building Up: I feel like my power is growong every day just like the load inside my body. Please don't worry about something like this. It won't stop me or hurt me. After all, l'm a dragon.

Feeling About Ascension: Climax: It seems that my power has become even stronger, it seems that soon l will recover all my strength.

Feeling About Ascension: Conclusion: After so many years l never thought l would be able to regain all my power. I am very grateful to you my friend and if anyone gest involved with you, do not hesitate to let me know and l will show why they called me the blue lightning.

[cloudroots]

Bare with me, this is first time I’ve done one of these so it might get a little rambly /lh

I’d say I’ve improved my art over this year haha, I’ve at least say I’ve got more ambitious with my art

I’m not sure when it started, but I got the idea to upload at least one post each month. It was a way to motivate myself to actually post things and not just keep all my art to myself like I've done in the past.

This year did start a little rough for me. I uninstalled my art app and unknowingly deleted all of my art with over the years. I was able to recover some of it from screenshots and screen recordings, but still, it was a rough way to start the year.

January and February I uploaded the rest of my Gaza ponies. Where I actually had to do the strawberry twice, since I accidentally deleted all my progress on her :/

I was also working on other projects behind the scenes as well, which I hope to share with y’all at some point in the future :)

And another peek behind the curtain, I actually had the art of Center Stage’s bio finished in October 2023, but time got away from me and I take a bit to write up bios in general 😅

Then I couldn’t wait any longer and finally started one of my next gen character’s stories. Scarlet Heart’s story to be exact. Wild that he appears in a third of the months here lol

I hope y’all be prepared to see even more of him next year! :]

My infection Au is then introduced in May. I’m so glad that so many like it! I was able to explore to explore a little bit into horror and ramble about it, which I both enjoy 😊

Looking back I'm still not sure how I was able to upload so much in June haha

A DTA, two complex refs, with a incredibly complex cutiemark for one of them, and a pride piece. Still in disbelief that I was able to do that /lh

Then in July, I updated Midnight’s look. Still adore their colors.

August I did an art dump of the ShiningDence family’s early days together. I especially like the lighting and tenderness I did with late night Shining and Scarlet.

September’s art with done pretty quick for the first scene I’ve done in a while. What took the longest was the story that it came with. I haven’t written anything like it in the longest time, but I’m so happy that I was able to write in time for September’s post. Though it was a little rough the first couple of writing sessions, my adhd was killing me lol

Then even more horror in October! Hooray!! I loved sharing my messed up goobers, those silly murderous monsters :]

Most of my time in November was working on other things and coping with the usa election results, so I didn’t have much in mind for what to share for this month. I’m glad I decided on what I did. They’re so cute and it came out so well for what it is /pos

Then at the end of the year, a holiday piece that I put a lot of time and energy into and it was completely worth it. This piece is the most time I’ve spent on one artwork by far. But LOOK AT IT, it’s so cozy and nice and I like how the dolls section came out in particular :]

This year this account turned a decade old. Double digits. 10 years old. It’s a huge milestone, and I’m so grateful of all the people I’ve met over the years. Especially those I’ve met in recent years, glad y’all are here :]

Happy New Year!!! 🎉🎉🎉

I plan to spend more of next year to be next in the face of adversity 🫡

Wish me luck in fighting the urge to redo the art I’ve uploaded in 2020/2021, especially the PokeyPie one. I could do it so much better now :/ but there’s still so much other stuff I want to share, so wish me luck!!

Art from these posts:

January - Fruit pony series 2/4: Strawberry pony

February - Fruit pony series 4/4: Olive pony

March - Center Stage \\ Cloudverse

April - Cloudverse // Overjoyed to meet you

May - Mlp Infection AU: Rainbow Bite, Masterpost part 1

June - Ponysonas Revamped: Sweetpea

July - Ponysonas Revamped: Midnight Nightowl

August - Cloudverse // Babyboy baby

September - Cloudverse // Kindred Kindergarteners

October - Mlp Infection AU: Rainbow Bite, Masterpost part 2

November - May I offer you some teenage sapphics in these trying times?

December - Happy Hearth's Warming! 2024

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[bio1]

Hey everyone, finally finished part two of my transformers Earthspark horror themed fanfic.

If you haven't read act 1, please check out this link.

One last thing, thank you so much for @billie-jay for helping writing and editing of this story. Couldn't have done it without them.

Now let's begin.

Warning: this story contains body horror, blood, and descriptions of graphic violence.

Act 2: rotten to the core

The Terran siblings' optics were the only source of light in the now otherwise pitch black dugout. After the dreadful clicking of the lights switching off, the room was now eerily quiet once again.

“We didn't kill it.” Nightshade finally broke the silence, stating the obvious.

"No, you didn't."

A voice replied, taunting the young bot. Well, perhaps calling it a voice would be too generous. Whatever responded spoke in a manner similar to rusted nails scratching at granite. Its pitch and tone managed to fluctuate in a manner that just barely could be recognizable as words. It was a sound that shouldn't be possible, as if scrap metal could somehow speak. It went beyond uncanny. Hearing something that otherworldly felt downright violating.

What clever children you are, deducing my traits so quickly.

Most don't last long enough to find out that.

Whatever monitors still remained attached flickered on, although they broadcasted nothing but static. When their adversary spoke again, the static shifted in time with its voice.

"My, such a colorful collection. So bright and shiny, sturdy with youthful vigor. Small you might be, but your remains will a part of something far bigger than you could ever dream."

Twitch, with all her remaining energy, was not having any of this cryptic nonsense. She stormed up to the monitors and put her face meter inches from the screen in a confrontational manner.

“Get away from my family, NOW!” She boomed, slamming her foot onto the concrete floor.

The dying power on the monitor only showed one thing, the white enormous eye of their torturer.

"Oh my child, it's far too late for that."

Twitch stepped back, trying her absolute best now to show how terrified she truly was. Too late for what?! What was this thing implying?

“You're bluffing! You haven't gotten to them yet!” Nightshade answered back for her. “Now how about you save us all time and tell us what you want!”

Twitch wasn't sure what her sibling was getting at. Did they want to give into this thing's demands? And how could they know that their family hadn't been harmed yet?

"If you're already awake, I thought we might as well have a little fun."

It was pretty obvious the creature was trying to be creepy, but neither of them knew whether or not it fully understood the context of what it just implied.

The dugout was completely silent and nearly pitch black, the abyss around them only just illuminated from both of the bots glowing optics.

“Nightshade! What do we do?! Our family is out there with that… that thing! I don't even know which way the exit is anymore, it's too dark…”

“There’s no reason for alarm, the dugout has a backup generator in the barn.” Nightshade tried their absolute best to remain calm for her, despite the gravity of the situation weighing on their mind as well.

“I'll go check on everyone in the house. In the meanwhile, you can start up the generator.”

“Wait, shouldn't that be the other way around? I can actually fit in the house, and you would know how the generator works.”

“Because I can grab everyone in one trip. It would take too long for you to back and forth. Plus, turning it on is rather simple.”

“Nightshade, I've seen the things you make, and none of it is simple.”

“It's literally just a red button labeled ‘generator’.”

“Nevermind, I should be able to handle that.”

Both of the bots carefully exited the dugout. With neither spotting the monster, Nightshade and Twitch split up, their goals both in sight.

Twitch approached the generator, optics darting around herself in paranoia.

“It's okay, Twitch. Just a few more steps.” The red mech assured herself, voice still shaky.

She stood in front of the machine, just barely out of arms’ reach. A chill ran down her metallic spine. Thoughts of what occurred earlier in the night ran through her mind. She kept imagining that if she pushed the button, something would come to remove her head from her shoulders.

“Twitch! HURRY!”

The loud voice booming from the doorway startled the poor bot. It was Nightshade, already back with their human family in tow. They were peacefully sleeping, blissfully unaware of the danger around them. Nightshade dashed into the bunker, leaving Twitch to finish their task.

With a deep sigh, she pushed the red button, the lights around her flickering on. Twitch turned back to join their sibling before stopping dead in her tracks. Something was pushing itself through a gap in the barn wall. A black, pulsating mass with gray armor grew larger as more of its amorphous form forced its way into the room. Five huge tendrils sprouted from a centered metal lump. It almost looked like…

“A hand.” She breathed, the terrifying realization overcoming her.

A monster hand, almost bigger than her entire body.

She drew out her swords as the hand flexed its grotesque fingers.

The monster, noticing her presence, immediately lunged at her. She barely had enough time to dodge or before the gnarled fingers could ensnare her. The hand instead grabbed hold of a solid wooden support beam directly behind her. Smaller tendrils unwind themselves from the fingers joints, constricting the beam completely until the pressure caused it to cave in. An entire, solid cylinder of wood, crushed by a single movement into dust. The hand, realizing it has missed it's intended target, reared around with gelatinous eyes protruding from its finger joints, searching for Twitch.

"Hold still !"

“How about no!” She yelled before jabbing her blade into its wrist. The palm of the hand writhed in pain, fingers bending backwards as it struggled to pull the foreign object out. The wrist was almost jammed like a metal rod between two gears.

Twitch grabbed the handle of the embedded sword and twisted it clockwise, separating the hand from its wrist. A spray of oily fluid landed on her optics, muddling her vision. The hand writhed in pain for a moment, finally curling up on itself.

A distant sound of pain could be heard, but Twitch felt like she had no time to celebrate as she went to join her family. The young bot slammed the vault door shut as soon as she made it to the bunker, not wanting to take any more chances. Nightshade has laid the siblings’ organic family into individual sleeping quarters.

“Twitch, are you alright?” Nightshade asked, concerned. Their sibling’s face was drenched in the black, oily blood of their adversary.

“Yeah, I just had my hands full.” she responded confidently. Though her words had the cadence of a joke, Nightshade didn't seem to pick up on it.

“Seriously, what happened?” They prodded further.

“That monster tried to crush me. Sort of like this.” Twitch crushed one of the emptied energy drink cans as a demonstration.

“But it doesn't know who they're messing with, and I manage to cut their hand off.” She smiled proudly, but residual unease from the near death encounter still hung to her tone. This bravado was an attempt to force her mood to improve, and it wasn't entirely working.

“Here, to wipe the oil off.” Nightshade handed her a large cloth.

“Oh, thanks.” She cleaned her face up, before looking down at the now dirtied rag. “Wait, isn't this Robbie's shirt?”

“Yes. I borrowed some spare clothing from all of the family and store it here, in case of emergencies.”

“Borrowed? He told me he couldn't find this shirt for months….” She held out the soaked t-shirt in front of her, rancid oily blood dripping off it onto the floor.

“Emergency preparedness is more important than a diverse wardrobe.” Nightshade took the soiled garment and threw it into a basket. “That'll come off in the laundry. Probably.”

In the corner of Nightshade’s sensitive optics, they picked up some movement on the now activated surviving monitor. The pair raced over to see what it was. Out of the darkness of the forest above, something jumped into fame! The figure startled Nightshade badly enough that they fell to the floor. After recovering from the near spark attack herself, Twitch realized what it was.

“Oh, it's just a deer.” She gave a sigh of relief.

Nightshade got a good giggle from the pair of them getting so startled by a cute little buck. Twitch had mentioned she cut off the monster's hand, right? Surely, it wasn't coming back…

Gazing back at the screen, something reached out and snatched the poor animal. Their monitor’s audio played a sickening crack the moment after. It was the unmistakable noise of snapping bone.

The culprit emerged from the woods, towering above even the tallest of trees. In one gnarled hand, it carried the limp body of the deer, whose neck.was now bent at an unnatural angle, clearly dead.

The other hand was missing, leaving a stub of black tentrals.

It was clear this wasn't some kind of wooden monster they had thought of earlier. This was far worse.

This monster appeared to be wearing the outer armor of a Cybertronian, held together by mangled tendrils and rusted metal sheets. Its abdomen, neck, and joints were made of thick, wiry tentacles twisted together like ropes of licorice. Long, clawed fingers clutched onto the rag doll deer. Its face, seemingly normal at first glance, appeared to have enormous spotlights for optics, surrounded by deep black rings. It was as if it had carved holes in whatever unfortunate mech’s face it was using to fit its massive eyes.

The abomination was mostly gray, with any remaining colors on its shell muted and drained. It reminded Nightshade when they learned from Bumblebee that when a Cybertronian dies as a result of having their spark extinguished, theus body will lose its color. All that's left behind is a gray, empty shell.

The monster lifted the deer so that it was held directly in front of its ghastly face. Instead of simply opening its mouth, it split its own jaw completely in half. Row upon row of sharp yellowed greeted their prey, before sinking into the buck’s head. It antlers sloughed off and fell to the forest floor. The poor deer's head barely gave any resistance to the creature’s bite, getting chomped away easily as a stalk of celery.

Twitch immediately felt sick, the urge to vomit filling her despite not even having a stomach.

Nightshade starred, wide-eyed with morbid curiosity, unawall to tear away their gaze.

With one of its clawed fingers, it easily gutted and flayed the remainder of the deer with the precision of a surgeon. It swallowed each limb whole, not even stopping to back a breather between each bite. The deer's torso was impaled on the tallest tree around, seemingly leaving it for later.

Full enough for now, the metallic corpse leaned over, resting its damaged arm on the forest floor. Slowly but surely, the severed tendrils twisted and grew, sprouting forward from the site of the injury. Soon enough, it had a brand new hand, identical to the original.

All of the damage the siblings had inflicted on the creature was undone in a moment.

“This isn't happening…” Twitch’s voice was barely a whisper, her entire body fighting back the urge to retch.

"A Valiant attempt, little one, But not good enough."

The creature's unnatural voice made the static on the monitor worse as it spoke. How it had heard her from so far away was a complete mystery.

The thing bent forward to show its back, smaller tendrils poking out of the monster's armor. They wriggled and writhed, pulling themselves from the beast's back. Falling out from the cracks in the metal, two smaller creatures collided on the ground before standing up. They superficially resembled Cybertronian protoforms, but were differentiated by the claws and soulless eyes of the original monster.

"Go get me the green one. The red one is yours… consider it a treat."

It pointed towards the camera at the base of the tree. The pawn-like monsters listened, immediately making their way towards the barn.

"I'll be seeing you shortly, Maltos."

It bowed at the camera, before walking backwards out of site, into the woods.

“We are sooooo screwed.” Twitch mumbled, once the whole ordeal had concluded. “How did it find that tiny little camera? And when did it learn our family's name?”

“Don't worry, we, um…” Nightshade’s usually calm demeanor was shaking, the panic getting to them as well. … ‘“We should be safe here.” They placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, metal clicking as they touched. Twitch immediately swatted their hand away, turning in place to face them.

“Safe?” Her optics went wide, sparking with a furocity Nightshade had only seen a few times before. “Safe?! You just saw that thing make more of itself, Nightshade! We are anything BUT safe right now!”

They knew she was right, and that their reassurance was an empty gesture she had easily seen through.

“I’m sick of this.”

She drew out both of her swords.

Nightshade looked visibly shaken from Twitch's outburst, justified as it might be. If they could cry, they would be tearing up.

“Twitch, I-”

Twitch cut them off again.

“I'm going out there to defend what I love!”

Even though Twitch was running off fumes, she would fight an army if it meant keeping their family safe.

Nightshade rubs their optics before putting a hand on her shoulder once again.

“Not by yourself. I'm coming with you.” Nightshade informed her with an uncharacteristically stirred tone.

“You need to stay here, with them.” She pleaded. “I've got more training than you. I can handle this.”

“With all due respect, there isn't a chance you'd survive going head to head alone with our advisory here. I doubt even Optimus could take that monster down by himself. I get why you want to stay back, but we won't be of any use without each other.” They leaned in, giving Twitch a big bear hug.

“We're doing this together,” said Nightshade.

After a moment of hesitation, Twitch nodded firmly.

“Together.” she replied, hugging them back.

They made sure everything was secured before drinking what was left of the energy drinks in hopes of staving off the creature's parasitic exhaustion. Venturing out of the dugout, they double checked to guarantee the door was locked behind them.

The bots stuck close by to one another, Twitch leading slightly ahead. Just as Nightshade got an arm's length away from their sister, something jumped on their shoulders and wrapped its arms around their neck.

It was one of the odd gray things that the creature had produced. The thing was about Twitch’s size, only barely taller than the average human. Nightshade was able to pull their assailant off them, slamming it against the dirt.

Cracks formed on the monster's armor, its left leg was bent in the opposite direction.

This seemingly didn't slow it down, however, as with a high pitch grunt it snapped its leg back in place before charging at the green mech.

“NIGHTSHADE! Go high, I'm going low!” Twitch changed her hand into a blaster before taking aim and firing. The laser shot hit the monster's bad leg, blasting it off from the knee down.

As it stumbled, Nightshade talons struck against its face. This almost completely destroyed one of its eyes, leaving a deep gash. They knock it back with a powerful upcut to its jaw, sending half of its pointy teeth into the air.

As it fell backwards, Twitch raised one of her blades. She sent an aggressive slash on its shoulder. The sword moves in a round arc, cutting its torso in two like a knife through warm butter.

Both halves of the body fell down. Horrifically, even though all the monstrosity had left was a single arm, it continued to drag itself towards them. The thing seems either unaware or unbothered by the fact that its insides were being scrapped across the ground as it moved.

Nightshade backed up a good distance from their pursuer before running back at it, full sprint. With one solid kick, they sent its head flying over the house.

“Goal!” Nightshade cheered, twisting around to check on Twitch. Their little joke seemed to have worked at lightening some of the tension, and she smiled back at him widely. “That was awesome, Nightshade!”

As the small monster's corpse finally fell still, the siblings celebrated by high-fiving each other.

Their victory was short-lived, however, as an enormous hand rapidly grabbed Twitch from around the house. Nightshade ran after it, coming to stand in front of the Goliath.

“Let me go!” Twitch remanded, taking a shot at the thing’s chest, leaving nothing but a small burn mark. It retaliated by squeezing her tighter. With its other hand, it picked up her swords before tossing them away into the woods.

“You! After all this… chaos! What more do you want?” Nightshade yelled as loud as their vocal processor would allow.

The creature flexed its long neck towards the ground, gargantuan eyes boring holes into Nightshade's very being.

"It appears your human masters didn't raise you with any manners, child. But for future reference, it's not considered polite to ask such questions before being given a proper introduction."

It gave a devilish, cocky smirk. A sickeningly smug expression from a creature who had known it had already won. It was just toying with its prey now, watching them squirm and suffer for its own amusement.

"You may call me exquisite corpse. I've seen how smart you are, I assume you can guess how I earned such a title."

Nightshade wasn't even sure how to respond. This thing's manner of speech was infuriatingly civilized, clearly in an attempt to further provoke them.

"As for your question, I am after you in particular, little owl."

“Me?!” They blurted in response. “And what makes you think I'm going to go along with this?” Nightshade challenged, trying not to let their confusion and fear show.

The haughty grin on Exquisite Corpse’s face never faltered.

"Oh, I suspected resistance from you, child. There's a good reason I made my powers known to you from the start."

It leaned in even closer, its massive face just inches from Nightshade. Bits of blood and refuge from the deer it had previously consumed clung to its metal fangs.

"You know what I'm capable of. You know what I could do to not only her..."

It shook Twitch around in its hand, causing the red bot to yelp in shock and discomfort.

"...But to your entire clan if I wanted. So now that you're aware what's at stake, I don't think you'll put up any more struggle when I tell you to come with me."

“Don't even think about it, Nightshade!” Twitch barked.

"I didn't say you could talk, fly!"

It screeched, pressing its claws against her even further. Twitch's body creaked as she tried not to scream from the pain. It was clear that if Exquisite Corpse's grip got any tighter, those claws would rip right through her.

“Stop!” Nightshade begged. “Please, just put her down…”

"Oh, I'll do a lot more than that. Do as I say, and your entire family will get left out of this unfortunate little affair. "

It leaned its empty hand in front of the bot.

"How does that sound, owl?"

The lights in Nightshade's optics streaked, making their vision go blurry. Tensing up, they reluctantly grabbed a finger of the giant hand back, shaking it.

“I accept your terms.” they solemnly said, biting their lip in anguish.

"I knew you were smart. Very good."

It tossed Twitch to the ground, the minion pawns standing behind her with baited breath, held back only by their obedience to their master like a dog on a leash.

Exquisite Corpse gently picked up the owl, exhaling a deep purplish smoke in their face. Nightshade immediately felt more tired than they ever had in their life. As their body went limp for exhaustion, they heard one final exchange from the monster to its servants.

"She's all yours."

As they walked off towards the woods, the last thing Nightshade could process was Twitch's, violently screaming out for their sibling to help her.

To the continued…

[amostimprobabledream]

Thoughts on Season 4 so far...

I know, I know, I should probably wait til it's finished, but I finally caught up with everyone else after being weirdly nervous about it.

Just what the hell was going on with the first couple of episodes? Like, episode one felt like it was written by someone with only a passing knowledge of the show. The dialogue felt clunky and it all seemed so rushed. It was a really boring episode. The second one was a bit dull too.

I felt so bad for Hughie when he heard his dad was in hospital and getting choked up over not talking to him and wishing he'd wake up so they could talk about the book his dad was excited about.

Fuck Hughie's mother! (If it really is her...) What a bitch. "Uwu, don't yell at me, son I abandoned for 20 years!"

I'm glad Kimiko seems to have been given more of her own story this season. Karen Fukuhara does such a good job with a character who doesn't talk.

On the flipside, I could not give a flying fuck about Frenchie and some guy he likes. I never care when the show tries to introduce non-Supe love interests. It's like Maeve and her dull girlfriend all over again, except I actually like Frenchie.

Wooow, Butcher has been so neutered this season. It's a real fall from his unchallenged rule In S1 & 2, but I can't say he doesn't deserve it after how horribly he treated his team.

Fuck off, Becca, fuck off Becca, Fuck OFF, Becca. God. Every time I see her I have to press the skip button. (Also it's really funny how she's inexplicably more blonde in Billy's hallucinations. What, did she get highlights in the afterlife?)

I don't care if he's a kid, I'm gonna say it: Ryan is SO boring to watch. He's saved by being important to Homelander and Butcher but god, every scene he's in I'm desperate for it to be over.

Has anybody noticed Homelander was talking to Ryan the exact same way Soldier Boy spoke to him when he called him "ungrateful?" He really is his father's son.

I didn't know what to make of Sage. The fandom was hyping her up to all hell so I was prepared to not be very impressed by her because of how much people were raving about her before she'd even done anything. I'm still confused about what exactly her motives are but her scenes with The Deep are pretty funny. I wonder why she told him about the lobotomy? Because she thinks he's too stupid for it to backfire on her? Hmm.

I know Firecracker is awful but she's so pretty and I love listening to her accent. I can't wait for her and Homelander to interact more.

I...am not loving Starlight's subplot? I get what they're going for, they want her to be this activist who's like a figurehead of La Resistance against Vought, but watching her campaigning and complaining about how she's not Starlight, she's Annie, is not fun to watch. I'm also not a fan of her hair or outfits this season, I think the shorter look suited her face more. (Also, the whole abortion thing came a bit out of nowhere. I feel like that might have been something that deserved a bit more exploration for Starlight, Hughie and their relationship?)

THAT BEING SAID - I do like her dynamic with Firecracker, because I think the writers wrote themselves into a corner with her in Season 3 because she's Starlight! She always has to be morally correct and good in every scenario! I'm glad they're making it clear she isn't this perfect angel - even the scene where Firecracker confronts her, Starlight kind of ducks responsibility by saying she's changed and "my mom taught me to be ruthless". Those aren't really apologies and Starlight only apologising because Firecracker is a threat to her reputation is really interesting - and not dissimilar to the scientists only asking for forgiveness when their monster came back to kill them.

Victoria's relationship with Zoe is confusing. I forgot Zoe existed, actually. I'm not even clear if Zoe is her bio kid or adopted one, because if the former, who's Zoe's dad?

A-Train's redemption wasn't something I was looking forward to, but it's being handled fairly decently, way better than how Maeve did like, one good deed per season and got handed hers on a silver platter. I'm still a bit upset that he's basically been absolved of Robyn's death though.

Homelander. Oh my GOD. He's so unhinged this season and we haven't even gotten to the big finale yet. His facial twitches, the little micro-expressions, his pissy little "ShutthefuckUP!" at The Deep, wow. Antony Starr continues to carry the show on his shoulders.

THE LAB SCEEEENE. Jesus. That was like something out of a horror-thriller, yet I was cheering for him the whole time. Antony Starr deserves ALL the Emmys.

[genopaint]

Back again with what should be week 31 of the Daily Dragon Challenge!

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #210 / #211 - Blue-Eyes White Dragon / Red-Eyes Black Dragon

MORE dragons I knew I wanted to do from the start. Something Yugioh related is LONG overdue but god DAMN the dragons in this series are not easy to draw!!

Certainly not perfect, but considering I'm tired and they're tricky designs I think they could've come out a lot worse! I hope you like them!

Daily Dragon #212 - Mimring

WE GOT ANY HEROSCAPE FANS IN THE HOUSE!?!? The characters from that game are so cool and have stuck in my head nonstop ever since I was a little kid. So many good memories of this figure's wings falling off.

Daily Dragon #213 - DRAGON.EXE

[ GIF / FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING ] Uh oh... Well, I'm sure that file wasn't important... Thank you all SO much for voting! That's that on July, this fella ended up being the most popular!

Here's the results :

DRAGON.EXE - 2 Votes Megalogon - 2 Votes Black Hole Dragon - 1 Vote Drake Typhoon - 1 Vote Eggodon - 1 Vote Chocodon - 1 Vote Bombodon - 1 Vote Bog Rex - 1 Vote Cleoboros - 1 Vote Vampire Wyvern - 1 Vote

This time, the tie breaker was decided by my mom :)

I won't toot my own horn, but there were a few dragons I was pretty pleased with this month. But I think my ultimate favorite may have been the Black Hole Dragon. With Exor, Vampire Wyvern, and Gila Devil being close runner ups.

Here's the 2 frames on their own. Since I always gotta go that lol I hope you enjoyed the little gif effect thing I just randomly decided it would be cute! But yeah, that's the end of July! Very exciting! My birthday isn't too far off!

Daily Dragon #214 - Bahamut (Final Fantasy 3)

First dragon on my sort of hiatus and also somehow the first true Bahamut of the challenge! I want to draw each FF Bahamut as I play the games, but I've been LONG overdue on this one. I beat 3 back in January

Daily Dragon #215 - Godzilla

This was a drawing I started for a previous day but abandoned. However, looking at it again tonight I actually REALLY liked how the lineart looked, so I finished it! The King of the Monsters is here!!

And before people say "oh this isn't a dragon" there was a palm tree included in this challenge. a palm tree. that was a dragon.

Daily Dragon #216 - Bio Dragon

A strange dragon made in a lab by people trying to play gods. They're incredibly ferocious, made with the most powerful traits of various reptiles. Such as camouflage and toxic spit.

This is a redraw of an old dragon, I don't have an exact date but I want to say its sometime pre-2017??

and yes... yeah... its another poison one

[skitty-kirby]

It's been… ah. December was the last month I've had the motivation to actually finish something. In fact I think I sketched this out EXACTLY 3 MONTHS AGO. But hey! I tried some new stuff out and I'm happy to finally have an updated reference of Acrid's kiddos after so many years. Feels good. Also, I'm going to start posting to Pillowfort in tandem with my other socials! Username is the same. :D Feel free to read an excerpt from their Toyhouse biography beneath the cut:

Poki (she/her) | Don (he/him) Bane's Mire, with Acrid Poki and Don are the adopted children of Acrid, the acidic swamp monster who lives in Bane's Mire. The two are about 8 years old. One day, Acrid was exploring out of his swamp a bit further than he normally would and ended up in the outskirts of a rural village- when suddenly he heard distant crying and decided to investigate. As Acrid is mostly driven by instinct, he instantly knew the sounds originated from an infant; two of them in fact. He listened closely and followed the sound to its source; a pair of twins, both swaddled in soft cloths, curiously peering out of their shared cradle at the now looming behemoth above them. Carefully keeping his jaw closed as to not burn them, he gently scooped their cradle off of the doorstep he found them on, and started the long walk home with his new family. It is uncertain if the babies were genuinely abandoned, or simply left unattended too long; regardless, Acrid has been an amazing father to the two of them. As mentioned in Acrid's bio, he encouraged them to socialize with other children of the village and to go to school so they can function in society with ease... all while watching like a hawk from a distance of course. He is extremely protective of them and would do anything to keep them safe. Also mentioned elsewhere, Acrid himself cannot speak very well- but Poki and Don are able to translate the sounds he makes. In fact, 'poki' and 'don' were simply sounds Acrid associated the children with and thus became their names.

Other facts: - Poki and Don have long, eye-covering hair because they've yet to have it cut in their lives. - The plants found in their hair is by choice! Poki found a single blossom tree she loves to take care of in the outskirts of the swamp where it's less acidic. Don looks for strong branches from bushes that can be crafted into tools/items, usually using his hair as extra storage space. Collectively, they both also like to pretend that the branches in their hair are their 'horns', attempting to resemble their father. - The twins have paw-like nubs that make it easier to grip, and actual paw-pads on their feet. It's uncertain if they'll ever develop claws. - Acrid takes great care as to not burn the children with his acid. He is more than aware of the damage it can do, as it is his main way of attacking; he's seen what it's done to his victims as well as himself given his own eyes have mostly eroded away over the years from careless fighting behaviors of his youth. Thankfully, living in such an acidic environment for so long (regarding the swamp itself), the kids have developed a strong resistance to corrosive materials as a whole and are generally fine around their father regardless.

[daezedglownut]

That scene where Tyriant appears goes so hard if you theorise (as I do) that he's actually the reanimated King Arnout of Zwaardsrust.

We know Arnout was a knight, not to mention Tyriant is dressed in a threadbare purple robe, and the purple orb (of Zwaardsrust) is in his eye socket - purple is predominantly a recurring colour of Zwaardsrust, so it isn't exactly a stretch to assume when the King led the fight against the monster hoard, he would have been wearing his country's colours.

Now, just to hammer it home, Tyriant appears from where? Behind the empty throne in the room.

We also know (due to a side-quest) that the souls of those who died in that war are not all at rest, and in need of help crossing over. I imagine the spirit of a King, who couldn't save his homeland, is most certainly among them.

It certainly adds a deliciously dark angle where Jasper is concerned - Mordegon's right hand man. If this truly is the case, Jasper knows, and sent Tyriant in after him as what he likely hoped was a final dig at Hendrik.

That, if Hendrik struck the finishing blow, he would have killed the man who led the charge and saved his life all those years ago. Or, conversely, the man who saved his life would be the one to end it.

Edit:

Just to add to this (since I’m replaying rn), the sidequest monsters in Zwaardsrust you have to soothe are Deadnauts (the skeletal soldiers), and a book (Zwaardsrust: a Ruined Realm) in the Warrior’s Rest states:

“Now little remains of that once-great kingdom save the crumbling ruins. At night, the wind blowing through them sounds eerily like the mournful weeping of the slain king. A grim reminder of his tragic fate…”

It doesn’t seem at all hard to believe that Mordegon, probably using the same dark magic he did with Jasper and Mia, was able to transform what had previously been just a poor, mournful Deadnaut.

It’s easy to ask why the loyal king of a kingdom would switch sides, but you only have to look at Jasper and Mia. Mordegon is a master manipulator, and speaks to the insecurities in people’s hearts.

Jasper gets to be bigger and stronger than Hendrik. Mia gets all the gold she wants, and doesn’t have to answer to anybody - in fact, all of her gold monster servants are the vikings who made her life miserable!

And Arnout gets to help command an army he is told can never lose.

Update:

Tyriant’s helmet doesn’t just have horns (albeit one is broken off). It ALSO has prongs surrounding the base that make it look like… a king’s crown.

Oof… 🥺

OH. And checking his bio in the defeated monsters list is… INTERESTING???

“A king among undead soldiers, and one of the Lord of Shadows’ Spectral Sentinels. His soul has been so blackened by his countless cruelties that he shuns the light with a limitless passion.”

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-07-15

I've been trying to be more thorough in putting down my thoughts about things in here because increasingly I don't do it anywhere else. Sure picked a week though because I went on a completionist streak for some reason.

Listening: Courtesy of making some muffins, Wet Leg by Wet Leg, who you probably know from their hit Chaise Longue.

it's a good album, very much dreamy alt-indie voice. At its best produces some sounds that are more fun to listen to than the lyrics suggest, good command of phonemes.

Also, a late rec off IRC by proxy from @amiscellany with Literary Mind, a new single from SPRINTS. Big fuzzy guitar on a retro rock soundtrack about being in lesbians with a girl.

I haven't gone through the rest of their music but I will be checking it out.

Watching: Finished Scavenger's Reign which was on the Canmom Animation Night last weekend, I only caught the front end because we started late. Really gorgeous show, if you want carefully considered realistic spec bio this is not for you but if you love That Moebius Shit then it's ideal.

I then rewatched the back half with Animation Night last night! Love to talk to my friends about beans.

The main selling point is that it's beautiful but there is also some very fun body horror and good amount of character. Azi and Levi probably have the most interesting relationship, with Azi being genuinely quite normal and polite with her little robot who is suddenly becoming a person. The very long sweeping views and extended scenes of things just happening occasionally breaking out into bloody messes keeps you alert, you can't get too comfortable assuming some part of the world is safe for the visitors.

There's space catholics? What's up with the space catholics.

Oh yeah, here's the original short that started the show, which was fun to see at Animation Night

Also finally got through the last three episodes of The Mandalorian, which. I really like quite a lot of The Mandalorian. I like it when Star Wars explores its backwaters and odd corners. They keep putting the skywalkers in it. I feel like this might be a way to get us to empathize with the residents of the Star Wars universe, who presumable also groan and roll their eyes any time a Skywalker shows up on the holonet.

The pitch for Book of Boba Fett at the end of the show is great. They killed my guy Bib Fortuna! He didn't do anything to anyone, except for the hundreds of murders! I love this weird power couple of Shang and Fett.

Reading: Finished The Traitor Baru Cormorant and picked up Monster. I am a tragedy lover and so this is great. Baru is in a race to kill the monster she's been digested by and unfortunately she's losing.

I like a fucked up secret political cadre. It's probably the least realistic part of the series but I also wouldn't be surprised to find out that it's also a trap. I mean it kind of is! Explicitly it's a trap for the most powerful people in the Masquerade, finding unusually talented people and binding them up with secrets in service of the Empire.

Playing: Beat Indika which is interesting but could probably mostly have been an arthouse film. I like the styling! It is very Arthouse Film, the weird framing, the somewhat stilted dialogue, you can even see it in the camera work, both in game and in cutscenes. The camera goes on an angle if you look the wrong way, which is very intenional, and there's lots of really beautifully framed cutscene moments like the watermill in the factory.

Is Indika good? I'm not sure. I think if you highly value your money it might annoy you. It's doing some fun things with the interactive medium in a very different way from something like, say, What Remains of a Edith Finch. It's doing movie shit. I forgot that video games could push my GPU that hard though.

Started the Dark Souls NG+, currently just beat the Moolight Butterfly. I would really like to build a dex fighter to try out rapiers, maybe Ricards Rapier, but you really need to have the upgrades to make it put out enough damage to stand up to the increased NG+ HP pools.

Making: Helping a friend put together some furniture, but little else. Fiddled with some music stuff to make new ringtones for my new phone, not that I ever hear those, but I like to know that I have them there.

Tools and Equipment: It's central hot water maintenance week so I don't have piped hot water at home. Reviving the great tradition of the washbasin shows you that you can actually get pretty clean pretty easily with like two liters of warm water and some soap, the hard part is really just long hair, which was also hard for people to manage in the 16th century.

[lwamonstergirls]

(NEW) Little Witch Academia: Monster Witches List

Yep, that's right, starting fresh with a new list~! In this, I'm going to be listing what kind of monster each witch is in this AU, and this time it will include EVERY WITCH!!! Or at least Every Witch I have a monster for at the moment. Will get back to some just in case I missed a background character, or random professor, or character exclusive to the games or manga. But for now, here is the new list~.

Student Teams

Red Team:

Atsuko "Akko" Kagari - Werecat

Lotte Jansson - Barn Owlman

Sucy Manbavaran - Kraken Cecaelia

Blue Team:

Diana Cavendish - Lamia

Hannah England - Demoness

Barbara Parker - Black Widow Drider

Green Team:

Amanda O'Neill - Peregrine Falcon Harpy

Jasminka Antonenko - Pink Slime Girl

Constanze Amalie Von Braunschbank Albrechtsberger - Cyborg

Violet Team:

Avery - Vampire

Mary - Were-Jackalope

Blair - Dryad

Yellow Team:

Wangari - Wereleopard

Kimberly - Mothman

Joanna - Selkie

Peach Team:

Sarah Bernhardt - Giant Western Dragon Girl

Chloe - Cervitaur

Elfriede - Werewolf

Pale-Green Team:

Sóla - Salamander Girl

Rajani & Rashmi - Naga

Pale-Blue Team:

Shao-Yi - Giant Eastern Dragon Girl

Catarina - Arctic Kitsune

Katie - Weresheep

Light-Green Team:

Dorotea - Alphyn Girl

Irene - Strigoi

Eleanor - Enfield Girl

Light - Aqua Team:

Bianca - Rokurokubi

Aileen - Blue Slime Girl

Hilda - Osprey Harpy

Pale-Lavender Team:

Heather - Orca Mermaid

Rosie - Jellyfish Mermaid

Daisy - Siren

Lavender Team:

Katya - Shedu Girl

Carmen - Electric Eel Mermaid

Maria - Matango

Lime Team:

Gaëlle - Regular/Common Mermaid

Aira - Werecheetah

Isabelle - Griffon Girl

Aqua Team:

Abigail - Chimera Girl

Rachel - Giant Wyrm Girl

Rita - Coatyl/Boitatá/Cockatrice Tribrid

Light-Yellow Team:

Molly McIntyre - Wraith

Elsa - Tiger Mershark

Amelia - Ichthyocentaur

Pale-Yellow Team:

Erika - Peacock Jumping Drider

Bridget - Leafy Seadragon Mermaid

Bice - Giant Wyvern Girl

Pink Team:

Alice - Giant Drake Girl

Eliza - Seahorse Mermaid

Priscilla - Imp

Teal Team:

Verochka - Giant Sea Serpent Girl

Nina - Angelic Monster

Francine - Manticore Girl

Lime-Yellow Team:

Aisha - Buraq Girl

Esther - Eurasian Eagle Owl Harpy/Golden Weretiger Hybrid

Henrietta - Fairy

Orange Team:

Michelle - Wedge-Tailed Eagle Harpy/Frilled Lizardman Hybrid

Li Na - Common Lizardman

Theodora - Weretiger

Purple Team:

Teresa - Deathstalker Scorrow

Julietta - Giant Squid Cecaelia

Alma - Minotaur

Miscellaneous Students

Katherine - Honeypot Ant Girl

Lin Lin - Werepanda

Jeanne - Dullahan

Shiki - Medusa Lamia

Balsa McVinegar - Crow Harpy

Marianne - Sailfish Mermaid

Verde Shidariza - Peacock Harpy

Jiji Delevingne - Dolphin Mermaid

Professors

Professor Ursula/Chariot - Centaur

Professor Croix - ShapeShifter

Professor Finnelan - Banshee

Professor Nelson - Golden Eagle Harpy

Professor Lukic - Goblin Mershark

Professor Meme - Cyclops

Professors Abby & Britt - Giant Hydra Women

Shao-Yi's Mother - Giant Eastern Dragon Woman

Professor Matilda - Were-Jackalope

Professor Badcock - Great Horned Owlman

Headmistress Holbrooke - Papillon Fae

As for Professor Pisces, she's basically the same. I could make her a mermaid, but I feel like keeping her as a regular fish that's just sapient would be funnier. Besides, she know has an entire section of the school she can swim around in freely~! Yeah, I'll be getting to that eventually.

Finally, I've gotten this list all done and typed! Not lying, this took me literal days to finish since I couldn't think of monsters for some girls and kept switching species around! Luckily, the people I've asked say this list is good, which at least gives me some hope that I made the right choices for these characters. I'm not gonna lie, I can't wait to make spec evo bios for these girls and go into the culture and worldbuilding for monster/non-human societies~! And I'm gonna remake my old Bios now that there are more characters and I have some new abilities for them~! But for now, hold on tight, because this AU Revamp is just getting started!

[isleepatfiveam]

FFXV Playthrough Update

Got pretty long so more under the cut.

But can I ask for like some beginner advice from people who played it before? Like I think I finally figured out some stuff but the more normal button controls are still a bit iffy for me.

Thanks in advance ☺️!

Session Nov 2, 2024:

Did some story quests today. And made it to Chapter 5, where I fought Titan in my longest fight (mostly due to not knowing how I was supposed to destory a giant gods arm with 4 dumbasses), found out Ardyn has a freaking car (presumably stolen from Aldercapt's garage) and followed him in a race, bonded with Gladio (confused as to why they didn't actually name Gladio's dad) got Luna healing people in the weirdest outfit I've ever seen (why does she have a belt in a straight dress) and got my car stolen (Regis is rolling in his grave) leading me to fight a big one eyed monster to get a chocobo riding service.

Did some side quests and had to deal with like 8+ sets of Magitek soldiers when I was just trying to get a stone for a sleezy amateur jewel maker...*sigh* anyone know the spawn rates of Magitek soldiers dropping from the sky?

Had a wonderful heart to heart with Prompto and fucked up the mail choice for Luna's journal. I have a favorite Blond and it certainly not Luna.

Also got this pretty cool picture of Ardyn. Leads me to ask where is his iconic hat because he still doesn't have it.

Session Nov 3, 2024:

Focused more on Main quests today and boy was Chapter 5 a loooong one. Finally got to ride my chocobo all day~ (looking for name suggestions for her BTW)

Did Ramuh's quest and got some adorable li'l Noct cutscenes. Also got attacked by a snake lady which DID NOT GIVE ME XP!!!! I CALL BULL WITH THAT!

(Also small theory that this was originally supposed to be Prom's bio mom when they thought that Evil Science Guy was supposed to be Prom's bio son instead of genetic template).

Finished Ramuh's Quest and got Noct's eyes to glow purple then committed Base Terrorism to get our car back. Also finally feed the guys.

Since they introduced the warp-kill skill in this one I dressed Noct in the Assassin robes. Also I got to play with the turrets in the base. It was real fun.

Ramuh saved our asses when we had to blow up the Generator in the base once again proving he is best Summon/Eikon/Astral in all FF games.

Finished Base Terrorism, meet Revus but more importantly Ardyn got his HAT!!!!!

(Side note I assumed that he was going to put on his hat after telling the Chocobros that he was the Chancellor, with the Hat being his symbolic crown and all. But I digress).

Finished up this chapter by Heading to talk to Iris and finding out that Jarred was dead then seeing the Omen Trailer. Weird but go off I guess.

Next time Iris joins us as a temporary party member and boy am I excited.

See you guys next time!

[kaiowut99]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters GX Episodes 113 & 114 Subbed (Finalized)

(Previously: Episodes 111-112 Subbed [Finalized])

(Check out my Subbed!GX Stream Masterpost!)

TURN-113: Judai VS the Traitorous Elemental Heroes

Because of the large amount of wounded due to the Dis-Duels, and their being convinced that Professor Cobra has something to do with it, Judai and the others head towards the SAL research lab where Cobra is hiding out. Finding an elevator that leads underground, they advance on to the lower levels of the SAL lab, deciding to split into two groups there to find Cobra. Along the way, Judai comes across Professor Satou, who tells him, "Unless you defeat me, this door to where Cobra is will not open." Judai then duels with Satou. The Scab Scarknight that Satou summons is a Monster that brings Monsters that attack him to his side--so, with his Burstlady attacking him, Judai...

TURN-114: A Desperate Situation! The Battered Hero

With Burstlady and Air Hummingbird now on his side through his Scab Scarknight's effect, Satou wages attacks against Judai. For his part, Judai Fusion-Summons Sailorman and wages a direct attack against Satou. Cobra, watching the battle through his monitor, informs Judai of the trap he set for this duel--that trap being taking Asuka hostage and increasing the water level in the room she is locked in with every attack Satou takes. With Judai unable to attack, Satou wages merciless attacks against him.

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Semi-slight delay on these aside--hoped to get these wrapped up last week prior to my birthday on Wednesday lol--episodes 113 and 114 are now finalized!

Come for the crocodiles taking on wild tigers, stay for the introspection Satou spurs within Judai as their duel goes on as he confronts him for the lethargic attitude he's spread among the students due to being unaware of the great power he has as the Academia's hero, and enlightens him about the responsibility he bears and the lack of darkness in his heart. This duel and the "darkness of the heart" bit/"what do I duel for?" question are the start of the thread that runs through the rest of Season 3, and it's always fun to revisit these in hindsight, knowing what comes later (and why it causes pain seeing how the dub handled this). We also have everyone splitting up to find Cobra while Amon sneaks around to get close to Cobra and a certain card.

And almost as if foreshadowing the change in tone and Judai's character arc this season, we have an updated Teardrop opening! This V2 changes the shots of Judai looking more somber--in his shots with Johan, the Academia, and his friends at the end--to having him looking more confident but also determined. It's more subtle compared to the updates V3 will give us later, but interesting.

Also, fun to note that Satou's VA, Mitsuru Miyamoto, gets brought back in ZEXAL to play the real Don Thousand; that was neat to learn as I finished ZEXAL for the first time recently, lol. And speaking of VAs, wanted to make a quick shoutout to Taiki (Tatsuya) Matsuno, Manjoume's VA, who passed away too early a few weeks ago at 56; as I mentioned here, Manjoume wouldn't be one of my fave YGO characters without the life he brought to the role, and I hope he's making 'em feel the thunder up there somewhere.

(Quick Translation Note: Early in the episode, as Amon talks with his commandant in the submarine [Echo], she sends him a bio on O'Brien which highlights his involvement with Cobra; though it's a quick shot, lasting 64 frames/2-3 seconds, I went and translated the bio for the hardsub, as highlighted here. Shoutout to Zichs over on NAC, who provided me with a clearer shot of the text in the bio from the DVD itself than the Astral_Union raw I worked with, allowing me to identify more of the Japanese text.)

Animation error-wise, there were about 30 fixes I worked on throughout both episodes, with the bulk of them in 113, ranging from smaller quality-of-watching things like split-screen timings to card errors (including a big one in 114) to the ol' forgotten Burstlady outfit shoulder strap. Given the amount of fixes worked on, I'll go through the usual edit breakdown in this separate post for the interested!

Quick housekeeping: I made a quick revision to 110 and 111 again to just update the one line Cobra has referring to the being he's collecting Duel Energy for, correcting "it" to "them" as I had him use in 113. The 110 and 111 links in their respective release posts now link to the re-uploaded versions, as do their links in the Masterpost; the re-finalized hardsub/script/MKVs have been posted on NAC along with these.

Anywho, enjoy! After a little detour back into TFSP land for a bit (and enjoying a little bday vacation time), we'll have episodes 115 and 116 next, as Johan deals with a Spirit Hunter and we get some lore about him. Also hoping to work on the three-part Judai vs Cobra together after that. Stay tuned!

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Our Google Docs masterlist is finally up to date again! All bio links have been updated to include the re-vamped bios, and all new open bios have been added to the masterlist as well. You can find the masterlist in the source.

The Monsters Inc bios are also now in the queue which I'm super excited about!

The rest of this evening will be spent finishing up the open character graphics to be in line with the new graphics. Some bios will make a re-release in the queue as they will be updated or changed, while others will remain as-is.

FINALLY, I would like to remind anyone lurking in the tags or on the main that OC APPLICATIONS WILL BE OPEN FOR A FEW MORE DAYS! We will be closing the OC app on Sunday 5th January.