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Kas!Eddie versus the Upside Down Steve Harrington
(it's still steddie though don't worry)
The plan was to send him through the cracks remaining around the gates, and simply let the beast in him, in this new resurrected version of him, do what it was bred for.
The flaw in the plan was believing that this creature was a novelty; that there wasn’t a beast inside Eddie Munson long before the bats had picked him clean.
It left certain things—little things, nothing so vital as to truly override his commands—but it left the man who was Eddie Munson certain capacities to control. Mostly idle ones, inane memories of being himself. He thinks it’s worse, that way.
Like how he remembers grabbing Steve’s arm in the woods, not knowing why, what his next move was going to be but his heart hand been pounding—so human, a scathing voice echoes in him now, taunting; patronizing—but he’d pulled hard enough to draw Steve’s bare and bandage chest to his only to freeze when their lips brushed entirely by accident and Steve had spoken without moving back an inch:
Later. Let’s make him pay first, then we’ll have time.
And Eddie had half-gasped on weak lungs: Im gonna hold you to that, baby, wholly missing salacious and sticking on squeaky-breathless with his tone, knowing he didn’t have the balls to follow through, if they managed to crawl out alive.
But it is why his parting words were what they were. Make him pay.
A coward’s way out to beg it: give us the chance in the after.
And Steve’s eyes had widened, dilated even in the dark and he’d nodded. He’d agreed. There was a future for them worth fighting for and—
Eddie remembers these things.
The beast in him, that’s he’s become more than any other thing, the creature whose master reference to ask Kas: that beast laughs.
The beats Eddie’s always carried in his chest, for all the wrong and hurts he’s already survived: those beasts long desperately to tear this Kas-thing to shreds.
But the Kas-beast holds the reins; the other beasts can seem to wrangle them free.
Which is how he ends up at this house. This window sill. Slithering up the siding to crawl inside.
His landing could be silent; Kas has the capacity. And the deed could be done instantaneously—Kas could do that but won’t.
Eddie’s beasts, and the heart with wishes beyond merely housing dragons; Eddie makes his landing hard, to draw attention.
The Kas-beast growls and vows a slow and painful show.
Eddie steels himself inside himself, bites at his tongue and hates that the taste feeds Kas as it repulses all that Eddie still is—bur Kas’s promises mean time.
More time. More time to try and grasp some control, some capacity to fail and not, not—
“Eddie?”
Eddie snaps his attention, turns toward the voice: he’d made noise to wake his prey on purpose.
He hadn’t expected even Steve Harrington to be so skilled as to know his shape even so altered, what’s left of the face of him under every scar and shift—impossible.
But Eddie’s breath catches anyway.
Weakness. Failure. He means nothing. Why hesitate, cretin? Atta—
“Eddie,” and Steve’s standing, his full height still matched to Eddie’s own, the Kas-beast had transformed his shape but he doesn’t tower, even if he’s broader—he’s built for speed now. An efficient tool, the Kas-beast was called by its master.
Eddie, for whatever he’s worth, for whatever what’s left of him could possibly be worth: Eddie shudders, feels sick when he hears that voice. Knows the touch of those vine-wrinkled fingers tracing his face and—
“Fuck, god,” and the hands on Eddie’s face—whole hands, warm and unhesitating, tracing his cheeks, testing his pulse where is slower, deeper, thunder-like except now it’s a tempest, like two different creatuely muscle vying against themselves inside one chest because Eddie’s human heart’s racing, Steve is touching him, is eyeing him like a muscle and it’s heady hit horrific Bevause Eddie didn’t come alone.
And the beast in control has no attachments; shows no mercy.
“I’d,” Steve blinks, when he moves his hand from Eddie’s neck back to his face, framing in both splayed palms but Eddie still whines at the loss of the feeling of a delicate touch at his throat—it comes out as a growl, menacing, and a piece of him wants only to cower inside himself; from himself.
Steve, though. Steve doesn’t even fucking flinch.
“I thought, Eddie, I couldn’t have even hoped, you were so,” and oh, oh, Steve almost looks like he’s going to tear up, he looks flat out fucking overwhelmed and Eddie wants to reach, he wants to reach out and hold but his hands are indelicate, and the claws—
“Are you in pain?”
Of course Steve sees the way he grimaces, the war inside him to reach but no, no because it will tear through flesh like paper and then the voice, ehe thunderous tattoo building reach, reach, end him—
You have your orders.
“Steve.”
Eddie realizes he hadn’t really bothered to try his voice above ground, hadn’t paid attention below. He should have. He sounds ragged, half gravel and half bat-screech.
Steve stills, then, but doesn’t back away. Doesn’t move his own hands from Eddie’s face. His own face softening, like, like…
Maybe he didn’t expect his first name, versus his last name. Maybe he didn’t expect Eddie’s voice at all, nevermind bastardized like this. Maybe he…didn’t expect Eddie to remember his name at all, maybe he sees the changes, maybe he...
Whatever he sees. He can’t possibly…understand.
“I’ve come to kill you.”
Eddie thinks he means it to come out pleading. The beast that’s not him wants it somewhere between a threat and a promise.
It ultimately lands flat. Almost tired.
Steve just tilts his head, the gorgeous moron.
“That’s what you’ve decided?” Steve runs a thumb across Eddie’s scared cheekbone; “or that’s what you were told?”
Eddie stills. Screams in his own mind. The Kas-beast snarls; writhes, howls.
“So much to tell you, now,” Steve leans closer, runs a thumb along Eddie’s lower lip, exposes the fangs Eddie knows are pointing lethal from the top; “so much, baby, we—“
Eddie’s hands move without his own conscious choosing; yet he Kas-beast doesn’t even seem to know what the body they share is aiming on doing as it pushes Steve into the nearest surface: the bed, folding Steve at the knees back onto the mattress and falling to straddle his hips, the claws drawing red lines on Steve’s skin, the glow of it almost precious, the dotting of stars Eddie can’t see down below; the temptation of it delicious, the beasts in him all ravenous, his own and the interloper alike just…
Different kinds of ravenous as Steve’s chest rises and falls beneath him.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Eddie whispers, sandpaper over ice, like the low pitch will hide the words from the enemy; “but he will end me if I come back without your head.”
Which ‘he’ Eddie means isn’t clear, even to himself. Which enemy is uncertain.
But Steve’s cheat just rises, falls. He doesn’t pull away from the dig of claws into the skin of his arms, the gloves of his shoulders—leans into it further, in fact. Like he wants Eddie to break, and the beast that isn’t his to win out, to fulfill its mission, its purpose but how could he? He can’t want to die—
The human heart left in Eddie’s chest skips: Steve did throw himself to danger. In the stories Eddie barely believed before and in the flesh of it all, here and now. What if, what if—
“Oh darling,” Steve coos, and it’s not, it’s not blind to the danger, or the horror. His hand reaches back to the spaces Eddie knows his wings burst free from in agony and traces the scarred-up lines: “you half-died there weeks ago,” and none of it, he realizes, sounds lamenting. Or hesitant.
It’s almost…patronizing.
Steve blinks, and his eyes don’t darken like Eddie’s ever seen before; his voice pitches in a way that forgoes what’s left of Eddie and speaks straight to the foreign beast:
“I’ve learned what it means,” Steve, or, or: maybe the beast that lives in Steve Harrington, that maybe always did, that’s piquing something in the Kas-creature for its timbre, something that makes it draw back for the first time. That scares it, in a way Eddie can’t be quite scared, not by Steve and yet he’s trembling anyway, and the Kas-creature isn’t even vying for the blood beading where Eddie’s new-grown claws dig into Steve’s flesh—whatever is dark in Steve’s eyes, sharper than usual in his features, and glistening when the kids of his gaze close the wrong fucking way, blink side-to-side as Steve seems to sense it, like whatever’s in him seeks to snuff out the Kas-creature for Eddie’s sake like protection, almost possessive even but beyond that like it’s sough out less as a threat and more like a nuisance as Steve bares his teeth and Eddie’s still straddling him, but he feels no sense of control, of power, here, as Steve circles a vice grip on Eddie’s wrists, their own sharp edges more like a firm caress somehow before Steve hisses again:
“I’ve learned what it means to live there,” and he sneers, and Eddie feels almost wholly himself, almost his human heart alone threatening to burst for the way it pounds when Steve’s teeth reveal themselves like the mouth of a whale, the soft sifting parts just razor sharp behind Steve’s lips.
And it really just feels like Eddie, then, above Steve but wholly at the mercy of him and his beasts alone, and maybe they were some of what Steve had said he’d wanted to tell him—so much baby, so much to tell you now—as Steve blinks wrong again and snarls, like life stripped raw:
“For years.”
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For @medusapelagia, who requested 'Dark AU' at my HOBBIT-STYLE BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST
✨permanent tag list: OPEN (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @pearynice @hbyrde36 @slashify @finntheehumaneater @wxrmland @dreamwatch @perseus-notjackson @estrellami-1 @bookworm0690 @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @nerdyglassescheeseychick @swimmingbirdrunningrock @goodolefashionedloverboi @sanctumdemunson
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#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#kas!eddie#whump#dark au#creature fic#angst with a happy ending#(happy in its...creature-way?)#post S4#pre-steddie#(sort of)#(ish)#steddie fic#protective steve harrington#but maybe there's a reason steve has such self-sacrificing instincts beyond the obvious#possessiveness trumps possession (?)#5+1 things#stranger things#gift fic#medusapelagia#hitlikehammers' hobbit-birthday prompt fest#hitlikehammers v words#hitlikehammers writes
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suggested redraw
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#a doodley#im so happy pj suggested i draw this with skunker it wldve felt so different if i did it ykwim#like. the way ppl perceive me (and smunker) no way...#also its insanely funny to be redrawing this when ive shifted back to passively sewerslidal mode LMAO oh well whatever#you can be a creature of joy that also wants to be dead its fine
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Thank you for writing the (messy but neccessary) farcille breakdown. You handled it so wonderfully aaaaaaaah!! Like the other anon I was wondering how far "rock bottom" could get (because chapter 4 already felt pretty rock bottom) but. Yeah. That's pretty rock bottom, huh. The tragedy of loving someone but the other person not understanding <- this applies to both of them.
I think it was really neat how you flipped the question on who's reaching out to who with the academy flashback and the final scene with Namari, because... Marcille clinging onto Falin really is just a reversal of their academy days, isn't it? To everyone who met them after they reunited, it was always Marcille chasing after Falin, but to those who were at the magic academy, it was Falin chasing after Marcille. From picking flowers and berries to eat together, inviting Marcille out to see a play, and generally monopolizing her free time... I'm sure any of them would say the same thing as Namari, but in reverse. No wonder everyone thinks Marcille is just another friend to Falin. They weren't there to witness her pining /j. Idk!! I was rereading the chapter and the academy flashback girl was like "why do you hang off of Marcille so much" and I screamed to myself, "hey wait. HEY WAIT."
#asks#a little creature#im SO glad you pointed out how falin was the first to pine and chase but was discouraged#its a very very important part#i think a really common wlw experience is to internalize that first rejection forever#whether it came from the object of your affections or an outside observer#the first time you encounter disgust for what felt like just happiness and affection#it stays with you. it can turn into a cage for the rest of your life but what you dont realize is that#at some point youre strong enough to open the door for yourself and you have to be able to do it#ironically ive only been the perpetrator of this platonically#pushing away my friends and hurting them bc i didnt think that i mattered enough to affect them#romantically ive been mostly on the other end just begging a girl to meet me in the middle at the very least#because even if they feel intensely as i do its not fun to chase and chase and get nothing bc someone else in their past was cruel#so it dhsjjd shows up in my writing a lot#self loathing as a queer experience is almost universal. but are you able to stand up and grow beyond it? because you need to.#staying locked in your own head and never looking outwards is just another kind of selfishness#i dont always try to do it but lmao my writing almost always touches on this at least a little bit in various degrees as like#maybe my best attempt at a compassionate way of portraying this self-erasure as a kind of selfishness that needs to be addressed
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Hi, i will be rather busy on the weekend, i have drawn this quick little pin-up sketch of Wiki and i will leave it with you all
#wiki#oc#my art#pinup#sketch#doodle#she is in many ways trans#like almost all my art its about the body and the way one perfieves themselves#i haven't drawn her before meeting lucy yet because i have been thinking a lot about them building their characters#originally i just made her as a girl with not much more to it#but as time went on and i kept thinking about her and what i would like her to be i realized she chose to look like this#this is how she wants to be presented#a girl#comfortable in her body#she's never been a boy in a traditional sense though#she is not human#angels are androgynous creatures with no rigid gender like humans#often just kinda neither#wiki became the shape of a woman over time when she realized how happy she is just being a woman#when she learned the concept of gender from her girlfriend she thought its very fun and wanted to participate#hi guys#i woke up#and hid all this in my tags#have fun digging
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having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself
#what if you felt unbearable guilt because your brother went missing in the two seconds you were separated#and you feel like there mustve been Something you couldve done to prevent it#if only you had stuck together. if only you hadnt let him tag along on your basically-a-suicide-mission in the first place#but none of those things happened so you go through three years blaming yourself#continuing to search for him because maybe hes still out there. and maybe exhausting yourself on an aimless search is a way you can atone#and then you're pulled into this big destiny adventure so your searching is put on the back burner#you're so busy doing important things and meeting new friends and there are points in your adventure where your heart feels lighter#and maybe you open up just a little about the crushing guilt you feel. and your new friends say it wasnt your fault#maybe you start accepting that your brother is really gone but you have to keep living your life#saving your brother was a far out dream but saving the world is something you have the power to do#so you try your best. so you dont fuck up this time#your guilt becomes the fuel keeping you going#and then at the end of your journey#you find out one of the biggest obstacles on your journey#the human chimera that you felt kinda horrified at and a little bad for even as you fought them#is your brother you've been mourning and agonizing over not being able to save#so um. The Guilt is even worse now#now he doesnt just feel responsible for his death. he Now feels responsible for him becoming this Creature Thing under porkys control#and in a lucas dies scenario. hoogh i cant imagine how claus would feel after that.......#however the thing that spurred this post was thinking about the lucas lives postgame scenario (it just got a bit out of hand lol) so.#your brother is alive and back home again and youre so unbelievably glad#but the guilt still creeps up every time you see how much hes Changed. physically and mentally#you had just started to accept the fact youd have to live without your brother but somehow having him back is almost just as painful#things cant just go back to how they were before. youll never be the exact same happy family as you used to be#its strange adjusting to having lucas back and its strange trying not to step on each others toes with their trauma#you cant help but be clingy because you couldnt bear it if he disappeared again under your watch#but nobody wants to be watched all the time especially when youre recovering from your brainwashed identity as an army commander#FUCK I REACHED THE TAG LIMIT I WANTED TO RAMBLE MORE AUGH. THEY MAKE ME SO ILL. i swear its not all angst theres some lightheartedness in it#mother 3 swap au#mothfics
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oughhh i have. something.....in the works. but i cant draw it till my new ipad comes in next week sigh :(
#monster au yayyyy i put vale and marc tgt FOREVER their best and worst nightmare yippee#vale is a vampire (duh). marc is his weird zombie frankenstein creation that he has to repair all the time cus marc is batshit#enea is hellhound 2 me. pecco......hmmm ill come back to vr46#theyre so pookie to me i have it as a sketch and marc is HOT. to me ❤️ i draw what i like. gave him longer hair the works#vale vampire because his fear of death. hes rich. hes probably gay. ive made this joke before but hes literally motorsport dracula#marc is based moreso on the creature from frankenstein in baghdad because i like the idea of his skin falling off as he cant/can complete#goals for himself. shows futility. tells him to find happiness elsewhere. he doesnt do that#essentially its marc fighting his body and vale fighting his mind#as per usual for rosquez#ermmm when they r normal (ie in love so in love) they joint slay ppl so vale gets nutrients and marc gets parts#in a way keeping them connected forever through the dead. they want each other soooo bad it makes them look genuinely insane#yap sesh tag#mmm yea ill tag em#marc marquez#valentino rossi#rosquez
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this is dj spookyswag she was born two seconds ago in a dark alleyway i found her drinking sewage and i hope she explodes
#animal jam play wild#ajpw#animal jam#aj phantoms#jamblr#beloved creature...#so so happy about the phantoms costing sapphires and not irl money#180 sapphires but still. at least its not real money#the second i realized the update was out i got on the touch pool grind on an alt acc#love this dumbass creature thing#funny how the second phantoms came out everyone and their mom immediately bought them#i know some people dont like that theres good phantoms but i do!! i think its nice#i always find it kinda weird when kids games (or any game really) is like 'hi theres two types of creature. normal one and EVILL ONEE....'#'this species is 100% evil no matter what!!!' something ab that rubs me the wrong way#i cant put a word to it though idk why#dj spookyswag
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#T's “what did u call me? do u think whatever that is is hot? okay then good”#i love the tour pic above K!#and i love how they r still plucked abt not being in Dune2#K the avid winker...#its so cute how T is featured on this album of K's too😭😭😭#T wants to be left alone (on the phone) on her bday and K wants attention... well... ((once again relating to K))#T looked at Ks belly in a suprisingly like? soft way? idk i might have hallucinated that but who knows.#fuck whoever didnt visit K when she would have wanted them to.#its sweet how T visited her! (srsly cant u just communicate who wants what in this situation so its no suprise? ik its hard for them but😭)#T describing Ks party attending habits!!! they know each other soooo well🤭#aaagh how they have to act like they cant easily spend 2 hrs together having fun when they literally cant wipe the smiles off of their faces#(lesbians..... lovesick idiots.......)#oh they r always facetiming! so adorable :(#T was so excited that they r linked! like girl u do not need more confirmation for that research do u?😭#K watching the pod...... my heart......#why dont they just sit closer if they will reach across a whole fucking room to touch eachother?? like it sounds easier for me but u do u!#i really get a kick out of K mentioning TRHPS anytime she does it bc ik it was such a big thing in Ts life and ugh😭#constantly praising each other😭😭😭😭😭 what if i start sobbing huh#well maybe T is trying to get K to learn how to flirt so that she can practice on her? just an idea?😁#K putting her leg up on T?????? hi what? jist sit in the other's lap u creatures... its okay we can all look away for a sec if u need it...#their art! i fucking love it! both of it! its art at its finest🛐 and id kill to see a collection of their drawings bc cmon they r amazing!#its cute how they r talking abt smth and then they go “oh wait we were there together!”#its almost as if they actually spend time hanging out😱 (dont let the police know!!4!4)#“if we were on DR now-” okay but why r u still dreaming of that miss T?🤭🤭🤭 (who could blame her)#them watching the movies the other one recommends is the closest we can get to them watching an actual thing together (outside of NF)#also im so happy T spent time w K on her bday :(((#trixie mattel#katya zamo#tbatb#the brians
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Drew a very cute creature of happiness. (On a whiteboard)
Now happiness be upon thee!
For everyone who sees this post!
I may or may not send it directly to some people as its life purpose is joy.
So reblog to share the joy and happiness!
(Go and tag people if you want too. You get added happiness the more you see it.)
#Yes the creature's pronouns is it/its by the way.#they got no name yet.#I did dub them the creature of happiness and they are indeed spreading and mainly by me
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A little drawing for @startistdoodles ! Because Prisma is very cute and i felt like drawing her with my little sillies!
Also prisma is an interesting character 💜
I hope you dont mind too much!!
Im quite liking this style of drawing kirby characters line-less! [Also thanks for all the notes on my kirby cake party!! It made me really happy!! I might do big kirby pieces like that again!]
🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐
#kirby#art#fanart#kirby art#kirby oc#oc#ocs#original character#prisma knight#the silliest#astrophel is NOT happy to be held out of the way but its for the good of everyone little dark creature!#Otherwise theyre just silly#i hope im not bothering by tagging and all damn i never did this before - -'
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ok, serious lore implications aside. but why does tav look like theyre saying "he said no PICKLES"
#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3#my tav is a self insert of myself#so its even funnier bc i am NOT the confrontational type#i do not fiercely proclaim to the mcdonalds worker that my twink friend doesnt want pickles on his happy meal cheese burger#i am in fact the creature that quivers in fear at asking cashiers anything#however i have improved my social anxiety by asking in the meekest most pathetic goblin way possible#see we can improve#i think karlach would be the one to talk to the cashier for me#if i was in said position and karlach was real#gobchats#also hi astarion romancers how art thou#again it feels weird posting outside of the gale tags
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ive been really really loving your fic work for awhile now and i saw u worrying about trans rep stuff the other day and i wanted to tell u that as a transgirl who has terrible BPD from being a lonely kid ive felt very connected with your intrepretation of falin. the whole inner dragon metaphor and the inner guilt of if its justified for standing up for yourself was so absolutely keen to some of the struggles ive had in relationships and seeing them written so well in a character that already means a lot to me is wonderful. also your smut is tremendous please keep doing the lords work <3
#asks#a little creature#im very happy it resonated w u#also ahah whenever people mention it speaking to their bpd ive been quiet bc im still fairly apprehensive about being too open abt it#but enough people have been kind enough to tell me about it so i guess it bears saying that its somewhat intentional#i usually try to temper the way that my bpd influences the way that i write bc i know most characters dont react that intensely to things#but i knew it would be inevitable with how i was handling the way falins dragon affects her usual audhd mindset so#i kinda just let loose and leaned into the ways it makes it so difficult to navigate your own emotions#esp. when your confidence in 'right and wrong' in social situations is already horribly shaken bc of the autism#im v v happy people are able to feel connected to it#the autism + adhd + bpd clusterfuck is such a specific thing that i really wasnt expecting this many ppl to find it relatable AHA
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also sorry to double post but i'm going to be thinking about this rewatch for a while now lmao
i know there are a lot of resources that talk about the differences between the sub and dub but i'm kind of losing my mind at how much better the build up felt for apocalymon in the sub?
like specifically that's the thing that's been sticking with me among all the other little differences here and there
i don't remember anything in the dub about distortions being a rampant issue, for instance, but they're mentioned frequently around the etemon arc (and actually i have to wonder if the dark network core was intended to be an extension of apocalymon past the wall of fire)
it's explicitly told in the sub that the dark masters even used the distortions to rise to power in the way they did, reformatting the world in the process
and like i know the ruins on file island (which prophesize apocalymon's return) are commented on during that first arc, but also, that's in both sub and dub. the whole distortion thread doesn't make it into the dub at all from my recollection
and then at the end explaining that the fairy time shit (1 mn IRL = 1 day in the digital world) as consequential of apocalymon!!!
i remember when i first watched 02 i was so confused as to how that fairy time 1 mn / 1 day thing was just gone!! that's part of what always bothered me when watching 02, because it felt like such a blatant ignoring of pre-established canon and the explanation in-dub never felt right (idr if they even explained it)
ourgh anyways
sub apocalymon may not be making jokes about their existential crisis of an existence but i still wanna give the damn mon(s?) a pizza
poor thing deserves it
#sky talks#digimon#digimon adventure#even with the very defanged version of apocalymon in the dub as a kid i always pitied them#wondering if there couldn't have been a kind end for them#and honestly even now thinking about post 01 materials like tri like#idk a huge them of digimon is reincarnation and when you have a digital entity that betrays that cycle#that is essentially disbarred until tri when its data recycles into another digimon#why *isn't* apocalymon allowed a happy ending?#it's a creature made of the resentment of death#being left behind in a world that has this idea baked in that all things will achieve life again#that contrast is going to be something i think about for a long time#it was certainly a choice to design a digimon whose existence is the failure of a system promising eternal reincarnation#idk i'm kind of just rambling#apocalymon is fascinating to me#even the fact that it's implied that apocalymon still returns again and again despite their losing to chosen children before#it was denied proper reincarnation and instead found it in an even crueler way that demands it play the villain
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This is my small Lucky Stone collection. Lucky Stones the ear bones (otoliths) of sheephead fish (also known as freshwater drum). Theyre characterized by the "J" or "L" shaped groove in the corner. You find them washed up on the shores of the Great Lakes, these came from Lake Erie.
#the second pic was a pair i stole right out of the carcass of a dried out fish#i just think theyre neat. my mum and i compete to find them when were up on the lakes#she probably has way more than me#i just really like the shape and how they feel and the fact that theyre ear bones#bc that makes them special#like this is a bone that allow this creature to orient itself in space#without it the creature would be lost to vertigo#idk i was spiraling last night bc sometimes everything feels like bullshit and nothing matters then i spend an hour reading about something#weird like otoliths and its like. oh! what a weird little thing. the world is so strange and wonderful it makes me want to cry#and it drags me back from the pits of dispair#there are beautiful things in this world and sometimes they grow in the heads of fish haha#with otoliths you can also cut them in half and use them to age the fish. so theyre bones that orients and keeps a record#anyway just wanted to share my little collection of fish bones#fish#bones#nature#lake erie#you can see a lot of these r pretty old bc theyre all smoothed out and misshapen in comparison to the ones i got right#outta the fish head#idk they just make me happy#i should make one into a bracelet
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have some characters
yeehaw
also a version without the names yeehaw
the creatures
#if some of them look off im sorry#a few of them were kind of hard to draw#*cough* marcus *cough cough*#anyways#enjoy the creatures#btw its my birthday yeehaw#17 years ago i tore my way out of my mothers stomach#i was a c section creature#happy existence day to me :)#yeehaw#my art#art#fanart#lab rats#mighty med#oliver mighty med#skylar storm#kaz mighty med#leo dooley#tasha davenport#chase davenport#bree davenport#marcus davenport#giselle lab rats#taylor lab rats#otis lab rats#btw i lied it wasnt just marcus i had a hard time drawing#it was also oliver and otis#ok enough tags im out bye bye yeehaw
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Favourite part of blurring the bond with Black is when my insides feel like they're full of. the worms.
#There's so many ways I could put this with regards to feeling black tendrils move in the way that my very soul is alive and#waking up and beginning to move. muscles tensing in the literal forms of tentacles. My own body moving#The concepts and spacetime I'm tied to itself becoming alive and black#The old and stagnating energy of forgotten rooms in this house - rooms with his corpse left in them. locked and forgotten -#waking up and beginning to move like groaning ship hulls#But. The worms.#Im so tired but like...#Sparing one minute to hold that sad thought that lull used to act like and pretend to be Black in many ways and lied about us#being one person and he'd do similar weird possession shit. and now I can finally hold the authentic man in the mirror.#that's sad. But this is happy and doesn't have to be about him anymore#Man this soap. Black you're so right this shit smells nice#God. My relationship with Black really is just... fucked up eldritch mirror sex lmfao#Myriad hands rising through the ocean of mercury and glass in a liminal room losing its grip on reality#WAHEYY#ramblings //#astral diary //#Actually! Not astral. I can feel it physically. Anyway when we decide to merge together into a fucked up Bloodborne Creature#it's over for you hoes. wahey.
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