#008 is the normal one in the group

[aonoou]

Orter Madl HC part 3

parts 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 here

The men continued to investigate inside Ursla and were able to uncover new information about the village.

CHAPTER 3 - A Lonely Person

They only spotted the lady three more times during the two days they stayed in the village.

The first one was when she was planting vegetables. The second was when she was cleaning the houses. They tried talking to her but were ignored completely.

The third time was when she was cleaning the tombstones on the west end of the village. They suspect most of those were the graves of the people who died 7 years ago because the tombstones didn't look old.

Wirth decided to approach her while Orter was standing not too far away with 008.

Wirth tried to start a conversation with her. He asked why she was cleaning the graves of the people she said she may have killed. (really Wirth...nice conversation starter you have there!)

She answered that they deserve proper, clean graves, even if they are considered a bunch of pariahs. Wirth told her she doesn't seem to think of them that way. The lady said that it was because they were good people and should have lived longer. That they were the ones who deserve to live.

In a very low voice, she added that if there was a spell that could resurrect the dead, she would search for it and use it to resurrect the people of Ursla, even if she needed to give up her life in exchange. She said it in an absentmindedly way like she was talking to herself instead of Wirth.

Wirth realized that the lady was innocent. Orter, who was listening attentively at the back, had the same conclusion, too. But they still needed to know the truth about the plague, and only the witch could answer it. They left her alone and called it a day.

On the third day, they realized it was the 16th of the month. Orter remembered a report about a ghost in white dancing in the village square on the evening of the 16th day of every month. So Wirth and 008 went to check for any kind of information they could get about the 16th.

After rummaging through some stuff (both Wirth and 008 felt uncomfortable looking into dead people's things), they found out that the villagers usually gathered around the village square on the 16th for a small celebration. They call it "Nihara". During Nihara, people celebrate the good harvest during the month, pray for the protection and good health of the villagers, perform a simple ritual to protect the villagers from harm, and pray for the departed loved ones. The theme of the Nihara changes every month, depending on the season. The last Nihara recorded was around 8 years ago. They suspect that it must be because of the plague and people had started dying at that time.

On the night of the Nihara, the three men stayed on the roof near the village square to see if the "ghost" would appear. 008 commented that they could actually just stay downstairs near the square. The "ghost" would just spot them anyway. Wirth said the view is better from the top. Orter remained silent throughout the conversation.

They saw the lady dressed in a simple white dress with a flower crown on her head heading to the square. When she reached there, she started dancing and singing. She actually noticed them but did not heed them any mind.

She was singing a song in an old language. The song was about the moon goddess that gives blessings of eternal happiness to everyone.

The men seemed to be so engrossed by her performance. It was like looking at the moon goddess herself dancing.

The lady danced for roughly 3 hours before she concluded her performance. Both Wirth and 008 clapped while Orter was just looking at her. It was like he realized something else about the lady. Wirth noticed it and was trying to distract him from staring way too much even after the performance ended. It took him a minute to finally get Orter's attention. Orter just stared at Wirth and stood up. The younger brother was a bit pissed with Orter's reaction if you call that a reaction, but then his brother is always a weirdo and a socially inept one so he let it slide.

They went down to the square so they could talk to the lady who was now sitting on the edge of a small fountain. The lady seemed lost in her thoughts before noticing them approaching her.

008 pulled out the picture they found in one of the houses (the one with the villagers, the single-liner, and the young lady). The lady stared at the picture and suddenly tears started flowing in her eyes. She looked incredibly sad and it made 008 feel horrible. He apologized profusely to the lady for taking the picture without permission and for being too insensitive while Wirth scolded him for making a lady cry and Ryoh Grantz will be very disappointed in him.

The lady told 008 that he need not apologize. Instead, she apologized for getting emotional all of a sudden. She then proceeded to scold the men about being awake at that hour and people should get 8 or more hours of sleep so they could do their jobs well. Wirth commented on her talking like a mom and that he is normally awake till the early hours of the next day due to studying/reading/working. 008 said he is normally awake at this hour due to work as well. She then called them work zombies.

Wirth asked why she still does the Nihara. She wanted to continue the tradition even if she was the only one to celebrate it. She wants to remember the days when everyone was still alive, trying to live their lives normally, reminiscing the happy memories of her childhood when everyone that she loved was still alive. If one day, non-magic users end up living in Ursla, she wants to be able to continue the tradition that the old villagers left behind. She hopes that Ursla will become a safe haven for non-magic people in the future.

However, Wirth frankly told her that with her reputation and the rumors about this village, he doubts any non-magic people would want to live, much less step foot in the village. He added that she was very rude to them when they first came to the village so it will put off any potential residents.

The lady teased him for not getting over the fact that he lost to her the other day, with Wirth retorting that the fight was not over at that time because Orter meddled.

She then confessed that she let the rumors be because deep down, she wanted to just be left alone and die alone in the village. She wanted to cherish the memories she had with everyone, hence why she kept maintaining the houses.

The men felt like it was the best time to ask about the event that occurred 7 years ago as she was starting to open up a bit. Both Wirth and 008 were looking at Orter since he hadn't spoken yet, hoping he would use his mouth for the love of God cause both of them were tired of talking on his behalf.

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And that's part 3 of the story. Let's hope Orter will open his mouth next chapter.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

haha Cyborg!Reader design go Brrr!

Got some snazzy mechanics like jets for feet so they can go NYOOM- literal finger guns, and maybe an accelerator type thing(probably a prototype for what will later be Given to Pietro)

Kinda a chill cinnamon roll... but also ready to flip out and hunt down the ones that did this to them with the anger of a thousand suns if given the chance-

I can imagine they were forced into the Project X cyborg program after they and maybe a parent/older sibling were caught trying to avoid some war going on, only for their parent/older sibling to get killed and Reader getting captured

OoooooO... I love them! Their haunting eyes! Their long, tattered scarf! Their mini ponytail! Their stance and limbs and lines and Aaahrhh!

I imagine they were a pretty normal, traumatized kid who had tried to take care of a small group of others, acting as a defacto leader or second-in-command, and as they were trying to avoid a war or find food in one of the wintery wastelands, their group was killed and Reader was taken for the Cyborg X Program.

I imagine Xavier was the maker of the 00 Cyborgs, and they'd all helped detain, capture, sedate, and make Reader and some of the others into cyborgs, something that, once they were free, they grew to feel guilt and shame over, hence freeing the teens and some of the adults and teens going on the run.

Reader is a cinnamon roll who is sometimes very very loud, or very very quiet. If they aren't talkative, then you know they aren't feeling well or they're deep in thought. If Reader had a special enhanced power (mutation) from the rest, I imagine maybe it's something like control of winds and atmosphere, or maybe able to control and use light as a weapon and a shield, but I'll ask what ideas you have, @thewickedweiner!

Cyborgs 001-009 are:

Xavier: 001

Erik: 002

Victor: 003

Logan: 004

Mystique: 005

Irene: 006

Storm: 007

Beast: 008

Morph: 009

Cyborgs 010-021 are:

Scott: 010

Jean: 011

Lance: 012

Reader: 013

Rogue: 014

Kurt: 015

Wanda: 016

Pietro: 017

Fred: 018

Kitty: 019

Evan: 020

Todd: 021

Not to mention other cyborgs, such as the likes of: (Omega Red, Laura, Deadpool, the New Mutants, Apocalypse, and other mutants)

I headcanon that there was a hivemind between the cyborgs that dictated their thoughts and actions, leaving no room for disobedience or emotions, until Xavier and the others broke free, thus changing the hivemind to a different objective, and shattering it, some keeping it, and some, like Reader, being cut off.

I also headcanon some of the older prototypes (001-009), due to having fleshy, almost alien components, had to eat meat to keep their bodies churning the chemicals and liquids needed to sustain them... Xavier tries to fix this; Reader hopes they and the other younger cyborgs don't have to do that...

(How dark and alien do you want to go, Cube Anon?)

[dzthenerd490]

File: Plants vs Zombies

SCP: AJA

Code Name: Crazy Dave's All-Natural Zombie Defense

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: All samples of SCP-AJA are contained at Site-AE within the artificial farms of the lower floors. Certain SCP-AJA variants are to be prioritized over others depending on what is required regarding Nexus Points owned by the Foundation as well as our allies in the ACPA. Any testing regarding SCP-AJA variants must be approved by at least one Level 3 Clearance staff member or higher. Only Foundation staff that have been assigned and trained to handle SCP-AJA instances are to act as security advisors regarding any testing, transportation, or caretakers for SCP-AJA instances. 

In the event of a containment breach, Foundation staff trapped in the artificial farms of Site-AE are to arm themselves with Foundation weaponry and hide among the SCP-AJA variants. The SCP-AJA instances have been trained to defend themselves against any threat that is not recognized as a civilian or SCP Foundation staff. Should the threat become too much for them to handle and they are in danger of being destroyed or stolen, Foundation staff are to use their secured weaponry to defend the SCP-AJA instances until help arrives. There will be new accommodations and rewards for Foundation staff that either successfully defend the SCP-AJA instances or survive long enough before reinforcements get there. 

Description: SCP-AJA variants are an anomalous breed of plant life that is sentient and fully capable of defending itself. Oddly enough each one seems to have a pair of eyes and mouth regardless of what form they take. Furthermore, quite a number possess anomalous abilities that are either used to enhance one another or to attack any hostile threats they come across. For whatever reason this normally accounts to variants of undead with zombies being the main focus of their aggression. Why this is the case appears to be related to their discovery but much else beyond, including their exact origin, is unknown. 

Each SCP-AJA variant appears to be a different type of plant, those typically grown in gardens just as sunflowers, peapods, Cherries, nuts, and lots more. Each one not only takes on a unique form but also a specific function that allows them to contribute to the garden as a whole. The SCP-AJA variants never harm one another and instead work together with a defensive army to fight off their targets and do so with great accuracy but often with terrifying power as well. Unfortunately, at least by Foundation standards, there are hundreds of different variants of SCP-AJA instances, and more are being discovered every day. Please see Addendum X-68 for details. 

Granted SCP-AJA instances will never harm living organisms or at least ones that are not hostile to them first. However, though SCP-AJA instances are strong and often unpredictable, the fact that they can't move. Because they are still plants, they are unable to leave their area of plantation and thus should a hostile reach them death is inevitable. Shockingly undead zombies, even those created from SCP-008 recognize SCP-AJA as potential food and often rush towards the anomalous plants to eat them. Testing has shown that SCP-AJA variants have no biological difference to regular plants despite clearly having eyes and mouths so why this is the case or how it’s even possible is unknown. 

SCP-AJA was discovered in 2009 when an isolated suburban area of [data expunged] was attacked by SCP-008 outbreak caused by Group of Interest: The Black Queens Insurgency. They released specifically the E strain, for those that don’t know this strain is volatile in that it allows zombies of SCP-008 to grow their population 2 to 3 times faster. When an SCP-008 zombie is infected with this strain not only can they infect humans through bites and scratches but the more meat they consume accumulates into biomass allowing them to clone themselves. Because of this the suburban area was quickly wiped out and the Foundation was forced to wall off the area and redirect all outside civilians elsewhere. The cover story is that a bad mold infection appeared in one of the houses and quickly spread through the neighborhood. 

Mobile Task Force Beta-7 “Maz Hatters” was deployed into the quarantine area due to them having the most experience against SCP-008 and all its variants. However, most of the zombies ended up already being defeated due to survivors having their laws defended with SCP-AJA instances. The MTF Beta-7 units were rightfully confused by this but continued to follow their orders and wipe out the zombies. Only after the area was confirmed zombie free and all DNA samples were harvested as a precaution, did their attention turn to the SCP-AJA instances. Apparently, the survivors only managed to obtain the SCP-AJA instances thanks to Person of Interest: Crazy Dave. 

Crazy Dave is a suspected member of Group of Interest: The League of Merchants. For those that don't know, the Leage of Merchants is an extremely mysterious group of individuals who always come to those in need and offer all the tools they could want, for a small fee of course. They are theorized to be dimensional hoppers or possess anomalous items to achieve this. Unfortunately, the Foundation lacks the information needed to confirm either.

Unfortunately, by the time MTF Beta-7 rounded up all of the survivors Crazy Dave was gone and left behind only his SCP-AJA instances. There was also graffiti showing the symbol of the Black Queen’s Insurgency, confirming their involvement in the event. All the instances were collected including their seeds, while the civilians were amnestied and released from the containment. Memetic treatment was used on them to help sell the cover story of the mold outbreak that wiped out the rest of the suburban area. 

Due to their amazing growth rate and their ability to detect threats and attack them without hesitation. Foundation administrative staff agreed to have SCP-AJA be contained and grown at Site-AE. There, every variant in existent and newly discovered variants are to be grown on mass and deployed to Nexus Points and even different worlds in our solar system to act as defense against potential hostiles. Granted the Foundation is not foolish to be fully reliant on these SCP-AJA instances, but they provide great back up and detection of potential hostels. Furthermore, they also act as good decoration further bringing positivity throughout the Foundation in its much-needed times when facing the forces of chaos and evil.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[sycamorality]

Oh wait here's a tough one: how do you think ancients used calendars? As in days, months, years (cycles)

oh boy here we go. i think they definently did, because we have dates mentioned in-game. and they are as follows;

1511.090, 1514.008, 1591.290, 1650.787, 1650.800, 1654.110, 1654.116 and 1681.662

1511.090 is where seventeen axes, fifteen spoked wheel was "voted Local Champion in the speaking tournament of 1511.090"

1514.008 was when "Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel nobly decided to ascend in the beginning of"

1591.290 is the bug in a maze broadcast between pebbles and suns

1650.787 is the sliverofocean broadcast

1650.800 was the broadcast chasing wind calls out an erratic pulse appearing on a nearby sliverist conversation

1654.110 was moon saying "Two cycles ago, my neighbor Five Pebbles drastically increased his water consumption to four times the normal amount"

1654.116 is moon sending a private broadcast to pebbles telling him to stop (which was when he got interrupted and presumably got the rot)

1681.662 was chasing wind asking suns if they had contact with pebbles recently, and saying UI sent an overseer and got pictures of pebbles rot that were made public in the local group

now, with THAT out of the way-

i would imagine cycles are much longer than they are in-game, considering in downpour they work on a day/night cycle in areas the rain doesn't reach. but i also think with the whole, xxxx.xxx, that the last three digits are a cycle- or possibly something more, considering it was mentioned "in the beginning of 1514.008" - which means that however long it is, it's long enough to say "in the beginning of", and they include the full date. but we also aren't told what they mean by "in the beginning of". i- think maybe the last three digits could either be a day or a week (or somewhere near there, using our own timescale for reference), though personally i'd say perhaps a month? 10-20 days? voids if i know! this is all speculation. though considering 1591.290 is after the ancients ascended, and 1514.008 is the latest time we have an ancient mentioned (and specifically ascending, too!), the first four digits are something like a year? perhaps more? which would make it 77 years since the ancients ascended during 1591.290 broadcast. but that brings it back to the last three digits. what the fuck are they. for the sake of my own headcanons (and sanity), i'd say the first three digits are a cycle (however long that is- i'd say somewhere around like 10-25 days, even if in-game a cycle goes off of a day/night cycle in areas above the rain. but it could also just be that the day/night cycle is extremely long in rain world. we really don't know). and the last four are akin to that of the rain world equivalent of a year, however long that is, which is not something i feel like getting in to, at least right now.

i think, personally, that the last three digits go all the way up to .999 until a number is added to the first four digits and the last three roll back to .000. that makes the most sense for me, considering we've seen as high as .800 and as low as .008. but it could also be they roll back at .800, or a simple .900. but, my own headcanon is that cycles go up to xxxx.999 before they add a number to the first four digits/rain world equivalent of a year.

tl;dr yes i think they used calenders and they are confusing as fuck.

[missmvrder]

closed starter for @justsurv1vor based on 008 from here

Travelling with others was not something that pleased her but her sister had pleaded that they stayed with a few others, at least until Leti was healed from a recent fall that injured her ankle and she had given in to her demands. She hated to admit it, but Marcia was right, they needed a little extra help, only until she was back entirely on her feet. Leti could travel, but running and fighting were not going as well and of course, the injury wasn't healing as fast as she wanted, there was no time to rest her ankle. So they pushed on, slower than she would have liked and the fact that it was mostly because of her was something that angered her. Until finally, they seemed to catch a break, a scout from a community finding them. It seemed too good to be true, and it probably was. Leti wasn't trusting, even before the end of the world, and she was even more on her guards now. But they promised them a place to stay and being able to rest for a few days could only do her good. As soon as she was healed, she would grab her sister and they would be on their way.

They had been there for a couple of days now, and Leti was able to put a bit more weight on her ankle. She had taken walks around the community, an isolated housing community that was still in the building stages when things went bad, abandoned and then found by a group of people. Their goal was to find other survivors and bring them here, to build a community that was safe. But there was something else about it, something unsettling about the leaders. "They're hiding something," she told one of her travelling companions. She couldn't tell what it was, mostly a feeling nagging her, but she knew she was right. "All these supplies, there's no way they got it just by scavenging." Maybe that was the problem or maybe there was something else. The supplies was the obvious thing to her, but then again, maybe this was normal for such a community.

[rphllcs]

Treatment 008

Imma try to be casual about this. Life in Los Angeles took a toll on my mental health. It sounds ridiculous to even say this out loud considering how many lunatics drag themselves around these streets. I feel like one of them. Especially if the other option is to compare myself with the "hot" instagrammable people with shallow spirits and nonchalant behavior. I sat by myself at this dive bar after another failed attempt to write music with Americans and drank green tea shots and beer on an empty stomach. A homeless person sat by my side.

A beautiful, 63-year-old black man called Lionel. No one would look at him. It was astonishing how uncomfortable this group of whites from Boston was by the mere existence of this person in their environment. At first, I'm not gon lie, I was also uncomfortable. It's hard to be a decent person when you're sad. I just wanted to go home and cry to my mother but home was nine thousand miles away and I came so far, I wouldn’t give up now. Even tho that’s all I wanted to do, just give up and retire in a beach house in Bahia, never to worry about the music business again.

Anyway, I started talking to that man and he was somewhat lucid, he talked about stars and black holes and reparation from slavery and his four daughters who lived with their mommas and his life as a fisherman, this was a stand up, salt of the earth, type a guy. But he wore a medical wristband and had apparently gone through surgery recently to remove a ring from his finger. I’m aware I’m dehumanizing this person by using him as a subject matter for this treatment, but who the fuck are you to judge?

I was impressed by how normal this guy was. Some people, specially in the streets of Santa Monica, can be crazy dangerous, or dangerously crazy, if you know what I mean. It’s hard to relate with crazy because no one wants to admit they’re crazy too. But this guy just ran out of his luck I guess. Got too close to the sun and fell like a burning meteorite to the deepest of grounds.

I went to the bathroom and this guy was kicked out of the bar right away, no question. Less than a minute later I can back and that group started talking to me, about what a saint I was for entertaining this man, for keeping him occupied so he wouldn't bother them. they said I looked tortured by the conversation. And they were right, I was being tortured by every word they were saying.

I was not getting involved in an altercation that night. “It is open mic night and I love comedy more than I hate these people”

I finished my drink, laughed at some really bad jokes, went home and passed out.

This man was my first thought when I woke up. That’s why I’m writing this. Not because I’m afraid to become him, even though I am. But because I’m even more afraid to become them.

Homelessness is a consequence to what we as a society do to our people. Money is worth more than a human life and that’s what we should be disgusted and embarrassed about.

#wearehomeless

[masonxxbrick]

TASK 008. FIRST CRUSH

Mason had only ever had one crush in his entire life. It started when he was about fifteen years old, though he had known this person for much longer than that. They had also gone to grade school together and obviously the Academy as well. They are the same age so they were pretty much always grouped together.

It all started as a friendship. In the Academy, Mason had always had a hard time feeling normal there. He had always felt out of place and like he had never belonged there, even though he was good at what he did. When he was nine years old he was having a bad day. He was no where near as concentrated as he should've been and it had effected his performance for that day. When it was his turn to test his upper body strength, Mason had walked up to the long rope that had hung from the tall ceiling. It had all started out well until Mason made it about quarter way up. His arms began to burn and automatically causing him to fall to the floor, landing straight on his stomach. Of course the children that were in line behind him laughed at him falling. Everyone. Well, everyone but one kid, Ryker Gunner. Ryker came out of the crowd to run over and made sure he was okay and helped him to his feet. As they walked back to the end of the line, Ryker had reassured him that he did great and to not worry about the kids laughing - they wouldn't even remember it tomorrow.

Since that day, Ryker and Mason's friendship had grown stronger. Many weekends Ryker had stayed the night at Brick Manor. Of course, Mason had always begged to stay at Ryker's house instead but his father had never allowed it, but it was good enough. Having Ryker over was also enough to distract him from his family drama so really, it all worked out. The boys had stayed up late watching movies, playing games, and even just spent the night talking about anything and everything that came to their minds. There was never a boring conversation between the two.

As Mason began to get older, he began to develop feelings for Ryker but Mason had always kept them quiet. Terrified that he wouldn't feel the same way and even worse, what if Ryker had stopped talking to him?

When Mason was fifteen (Ryker just turned sixteen), Ryker had come over to his house to let him know that he was chosen to Volunteer for the games. Mason was shocked as he was so young and had many years to keep training but Ryker had reassured Mason that he was ready and that he would win. Mason wanted so badly to confess his feelings to Ryker but still, he was too scared and really didn't want to make things more complicated for Ryker. He figured if he were to win, that would be the perfect time to admit his feelings to him.

The last time Mason had ever seen Ryker was when he Volunteered for the Games. Ryker had unfortunately died in the arena. Mason was a mess for months following his death. Many had asked why the usually overly-happy Mason was so sad lately but he didn't admit his feelings to anyone.

He figured that Ryker would be his first and only crush, feeling it would be impossible to feel that way about another person again.

[nightingale-bloom]

I did Kitty Mercier today. I'm not doing the title thing anymore, I've already got enough to do.

008: Kitty Mercier

Kitty belongs to a near-immortal species of witch, though she learned her magic from traditional witches that only lived a couple hundred years. She fell in love with a 'bird-woman' (species presently un-named) known as Elisa Foust. She belonged to a group called Float, comprised only of winged humanoids. Though her wings had been clipped, she was still of use to them. They learned the ways of their people in academies that were relatively close to each other. Kitty often went to watch her girlfriend train. Grace and agility was of more importance to Float than strength, so they usually trained with ribbon dancing and gymnastics. Shortly before their graduations, they had to go on a mission to get that last bit of credit they needed to pass. The two academies paired their squadrons together to try to minimize losses, but nothing went how it was supposed to. There were thousands of casualities, including Elisa. Kitty still holds her in her heart, though a lot of her adult life was spent in denial of her grief. Even as she shows signs of aging (normal witches stop aging at around twenty and die at 300-400, Kitty's kind ages normally until twenty but ages very slowly throughout the rest of their 1500+ year lives), she tries not to remind herself of the happiness she lost. At some point in the novel I impulsively started last weekend, she'll come to terms with her suffering and let it out at a healthy pace.

Extra details: Her daughter, introduced as the main character in one of the books that will follow Mesahearth in the chronological order of Delscinnamon, has no biological father. Just pure magic there.

When this drawing is from is also a bit messed up, because I drew her younger, but in her current clothes.

[rodrigobera04]

Extra content: ultra beasts!!!! One for each!

UB-001 Spittle (POISON)

Lizard-like creature, with a wide mouth like a Venus flytrap, attracting prey with saliva.

UB-002 Tentacle (POISON/FIGHTING)

Humanoid Cnidarian, uses its single venomous tentacle like an Olympic ribbon.

UB-003 Prague (POISON/NORMAL)

Animal between a mouse and a larva that reproduces very quickly and likes cheese.

UB-004 Trap (POISON/STEEL)

Pointy-headed imps, grouping together and making poisoned traps.

UB-005 Chimeric (POISON/GRASS)

Predatory plant that has gained mobility, it hunts with its corrosive bite.

UB-006 Clay (POISON/GROUND)

Clay golem with bacteria that gives it a colorful look.

UB-007 Paralysis (POISON/ELECTRIC)

Bio-electrical parasite in the form of nerves, sticking to and stealing electrical impulses from the host.

UB-008 Infernal (POISON/BUG)

Beelzebub monstrous fly, leaves enzymes in food, those who eat it are controlled by it.

UB-009 Apex (POISON/WATER)

Huge venomous waillord-sized marine crustacean with no natural predators.

UB-010 Kiss (POISON/FAIRY)

Transparent vampire cherub, pretends to kiss the victim just to drink their blood.

UB-011 Spot (POISON/PSYCHIC)

Sentient Rorschach patch that changes its shape to communicate.

UB-012 Shake (POISON/ICE)

Creature apparently shivering from the cold, but actually shaking to throw poisoned spines.

UB-013 Calcify (POISON/ROCK)

Organism like a slime, capable of hardening like stone as a defense.

UB-014 Swell (POISON/FLYING)

Balloon creature absorbing gases to float, exploding in defense.

UB-015 Emperor (POISON/DRAGON)

Draconic creature breathing sulfur and similar to a scorpion.

UB-016 Alert (POISON/GHOST)

Skull and crossbones attracted to contaminated and risky areas.

UB-017 Cough (POISON/FIRE)

Monster from a volcanic dimension, it breathes smoke but ironically cannot breathe fresh air.

UB-018 Grab (POISON/DARK)

Hairy, blind animal with a poisonous tentacle for tracking and grabbing prey.

My own poison type list, based on @bogleech poison type concept list.

Here goes:

POISON pure

Slime monster imitating a humanoid creature.

Maiden anime waifu who handles dirt and dust.

Rival of grimer and muk, foam monster of chemicals that pollute water.

Gorgon nurse creating poison antidotes from other Pokémon.

Creature nose sneezing pathogens.

Crocodile with venomous bite, komodo style.

Vampire bat living like a flea, jumping from prey to prey.

Slug crawling quickly thanks to its mucus.

Colorful frog carrying its tadpole on its back in a poisonous duo.

POISON/ROCK

Velociraptor with poison claws, trying to kill its prey with them.

Mortar becoming poisonous by grinding poisonous plants into oneself.

Rattlesnake transforming its rattle into a rocky weapon.

Rock-eating worm, making shelters in them with acid.

Cambrian spider with venomous chelicerae.

Turtle with a poisonous beak and serpentine neck.

Oyster digesting the victim like a Venus flytrap and transforming it into a pearl.

Poisonous stone kitsune based on a Japanese myth.

Dinosaur spitting out gastroliths poisoned with its gastric acid.

POISON/FIGHTING

Snake with arms to catch prey while poisoning it.

Fishing Pokémon using a smelly fish as a club.

Gila monster wrestling fighter.

Ninja specialized in poisoning, launching poisonous kunais and shurikens.

Pokémon with sticky paws that stick to their opponent and poison them.

Stingray with a whip-like tail that ends in a stinger.

Mutant that gained more limbs after being contaminated by a chemical.

Piñata filled with sweets that give him energy but also make him aggressive.

Goat with poisonous horns, after absorbing poison from plants it eats.

POISON/NORMAL

Furry cat that causes allergies due to its fur.

Annoying avinoid monster, personifies noise pollution.

Dog with Band-Aid tongue that heals wounds by licking them.

Creature created from clothes left in nature, causing textile pollution.

Salamander with scratch marks and injuries, contaminating by contact.

Horned lizard crying poison instead of blood.

Scavenging carnivore using bones for combat,your saliva is corrosive.

Snake covered with fur imitating a cute animal, being underestimated by the opponent.

Porpoise releasing ink from his respirator and darkening the water.

POISON/DRAGON

Dragon with pig's snout blowing smoke.

Centipede dragon that hunts other dragons, based on omukade.

Sea serpent covered with symbiotic anemones and cnidarians.

Decrepit wyvern that feeds on carrion, like a vulture.

Basilisk covering its poisonous eyes with its wings.

Hagfish covered in flammable mucus.

Two-headed blood-sucking hydra based on planarians.

Small dragon with a second pair of lethal, stretchable jaws on its throat.

Winged dragon with butterfly wings that spew toxic dust.

POISON/GHOST

Mushroom from abandoned houses, blowing toxic spores that create hallucinations.

Poison bottle liquid, taking the shape of a witch.

Platypus that was poisoned and turned into a bunyp with venomous claws.

Kappa contaminated by pollution, now its head spurts toxic liquid.

Frog parasitized by a larva that replaces its tongue.

Marabou with a poisoned beak, its image resembles a reaper of souls.

Manananggal feeding on Pokémon eggs with its sucking tongue.

Parasitic flower that controls an undead Pokémon, even replacing its head.

Spider wearing his web like a ghost sheet.

POISON/GROUND

Colony of bacteria imitating a candy that fell on the floor.

Caecilian covered with mucus, creating a protective layer with earth.

Viper camouflaged with leaf litter, attracting prey with its larval tail.

Stinky imp living inside a shoe, as if it personifies foot odor.

Hairy animal covered in toxic mud, so dirty that it is unrecognizable.

Flower monster that sprays poison, stealing nutrients from its surroundings.

Babirussa regurgitating a mixture of mud and toxic fruit pulp.

Rotten fruit monster, but with its juice serving as fertilizer for plants to grow.

Rat king of three rodents that form a huge "cerberus" with poisonous incisors.

POISON/FAIRY

Fish seducing with its odor, like a mermaid with perfume.

Stuffed animal that hides poison in its fur.

Centipede colored like a dango skewer to attract insects.

Cupid fairy like mosquito, biting people with pheromones to make them fall in love.

Jester throwing poison pies as a joke.

Rotten egg fairy that can explode into a disgusting yolk.

Doll made from parts of various polluting plastic toys.

Cute, angelic parasite that sucks the blood of dragons.

Hummingbird fed on nectar from toxic flowers, using its beak as a syringe.

POISON/PSYCHIC

Dendrogaster parasitizes staryus and starmies.

Small crustacean controlling a krabby mentally.

Jellyfish-style alien with exposed brain, preserved by a substance.

Reptile monster with an evil eye, making the victim sick by looking at them.

Kinkajou that ate hallucinogenic honey and now commands bees via telepathy.

Sandman releasing sleeping powder that can be lethal when misapplied.

Telepathic and poisonous mushroom that communicates with flora.

Psychic archer launching homing poisonous arrows.

Surreal animal that releases hallucinogenic smoke.

POISON/DARK

Vampire spider flying on its webs like bat wings.

Mamba dominatrix whip, combining the fastest venomous snake and melee weapon.

Shrew with young on its tail that it launches like a catapult.

Jellyfish that live outside the water and crawl through its gelatinous part.

Almost invisible Hara no mushi making people sick.

Garadiavolo with poison used in witchcraft and necromancy.

Tegu lizard with a bony venomous stinger on its tail.

Witch's familiar made from potion smoke in the shape of a cat; steals breath.

Monster covered in a long tongue that covers its body like a mummy's bandage.

POISON/ICE

Polar varano with paralyzing cryogenic saliva.

Leech sucking the heat from its victim, leaving it cold.

Mummified ice age animal harboring an ancient disease.

Poisonous ice cube that melts and releases its toxins.

Dangerous but tasty colored algae ice cream that induces victims to lick it.

Arctic kraken injecting cold venom into its prey's veins through hooks on its tentacles.

Cartoonish microbe from the cold wind, flying and spreading diseases.

Velvet worm releasing an icy web over its prey.

Icy monster blowing hallucinogenic gas that makes the opponent hallucinate.

POISON/FLYING

Butterfly snail flying out of the water and releasing acidic bubbles.

Cinerous mourner with really poisonous feathers like a caterpillar.

Floating pollution imp that breathes toxic gas, forming a mustache of smoke.

Falcon with venomous claws and beak.

Gliding amphibian that throws itself like a javelin.

Plague rat turning its ears into wings and spreading disease.

Strange bird releasing rotten eggs, alluding to bird feces.

Serpent flying like a kite, with a sharp manja tail.

Small winged insect-like creatures with poisonous stingers, flying in swarms.

POISON/ELECTRIC

Ink monster created from a tattoo pen.

Copepod releasing alkaline and shiny substances from the antennae.

Pig gaining electrical abilities after eating electronic waste.

Porygon insectoid parasite, created from computer virus.

Gremlin destroying machines with acid and static.

Animal that gained bioluminescence through experiments with toxic substances.

Floating, glowing lamp-shaped creature, personifies electrical pollution.

Lionfish with poisonous ray-shaped fins.

Pikaclone with parasites in its fur that cause paralysis and itching.

POISON/FIRE

Live smoke from a test tube that mixed explosive substances.

Monster like a fire vulture that feeds on garbage.

Polychaete worm with bristles that poison and burn.

Volcanic monster spewing toxic smoke.

Salamander pepper with stinging cells.

Cattle devastating the flora and sweating toxic smoke.

Hairy creature that cleans chimneys, dirty with soot.

Monster that consumes petroleum and flammable oils through its tongue.

Tick ​​whose bite causes a fever,glows incandescently when feeding.

POISON/GRASS

Nettle dog scratching itself and spreading its leaves.

Castor bean glyptodon that stings the plant on its tail.

Gecko with a leaf for a tail that releases sticky slime.

Fruit of a manchineil tree offering its fruit to be bitten.

Snail leaving trails of fertilizer slime that makes plants grow.

Wheat bread contaminated by mold that turns it into a bread werewolf.

Monkey throwing toxic fruits at enemies, on top of trees.

Dumb cane with a punk leaf mohawk, sucking his own poison out of it.

Pollinating marsupial covered in allergic pollen.

POISON/BUG

Caterpillar with a horn of poisonous hairs; no longer becomes a butterfly.

Webspinner making poison webs.

Scorpion beetle that poisons through its antennae.

Anteater blowing poisonous ants through its mouth like a blowgun.

Praying mantis poisoning its claws with deadly poison.

Stink bug used as a gas bomb.

Mite flying in a ball of dust.

Spiny grasshopper that releases disgusting, horrible-tasting fluid.

Vampire kissbug with transparent heart-shaped mark on the abdomen.

POISON/WATER

Frog-shaped acid rain cloud with tadpole drops.

Ascidian breathing poison into the water, turns its surroundings into fields of poison.

Octopus using trash as a home.

Clownfish carrying anemones in inverted symbiosis.

Remipede with characterizations of the cryptid Con Rit.

Nudibranch that mimics fish, tentacruel predator.

Pokémon releasing shampoo-like substances from its wet hair.

Flying carpet worm with fangs like a snake.

Shark fed on garbage and has a great capacity for digestion.

POISON/STEEL

Sewer monster wearing a manhole cover for his hat.

Mercury mutant fish monster leaving polluting scales.

Nursing Pokémon inoculated vaccines with a syringe stinger.

Monster wearing pieces of scrap metal as armor, usually rusty.

Raccoon incorporating pieces of metal and trash as piercings.

Poisoned blade Pokémon, counterpart to the archer above.

Snail creating a drill shell from metallic waste.

Mutant alien made from a moldable metal not found on Earth.

Mining gnome causing pollution while trying to look for precious metals from which he feeds.

THE LAST MYTHICAL:

Monster created by fossil fuel that adds the poison type to the Pokémon it bites.

Finished, several ideas, not all very good and others were left out, but it is finished. There will be other lists with the remaining types.

[sweetbuckybarnes]

000, the legend

Summary: If 001 was a myth, then 000 was the legend which no one believed.

Tag list: @stardancerluv

After the earthquake ratted through the quaint town of Hawkins, Indiana - the remaining families were introduced to what the young adults (plus Joyce and Hopper) called the 'Upside Down'.

Karen Wheeler was introduced to Mike's girlfriend, who she also came to recognise as the young child who escaped from Hawkins Lab in November 1983.

As everyone reunited in the Wheeler's driveway after a four-way gate to the Upside Down broke through Hawkins, it Alert to the remaining (alive) former test subject of Hawkins Lab.

009.5, also known as Marcy; 008 - El's found sister Kali. And the legend, 000.

The legend no one in the lab ever believed it to be true.

But it was.

A van and a motorbike rolled into Hawkins, a week after the opening of the gate. Landing in the middle of the town, were the pulsing centre was. It beat angrily, like a disturbed bull, preparing to attack.

Two bodies got out of the van, as the other climbed off their bike.

On the opposite side of the four way gate, were the usual Hawkins gang (Mike, El, Will, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, Robin, Steve, Hopper, Joyce. As well as new additions of Murray Bauman and Karen Wheeler - who refused to let her son leave her eyesight).

"Hey, kid," said the helmet wearing human from the other side of the gate. Once removing the helmet, resting it under one of her arms, and staring at the child she had once help raise. "What a surprise seeing you here!"

El's has tipped to the side, trying to figure out where she had seen this strange human in her life.

"You know her?" Mike asked, his hand firmly connected to hers. After they got separated, there was nothing Hopper could do to keep them apart - if anything, they were worse than the summer of 1985.

"I think so..." She trailed off, racking the sparse memories of the lab, but there was no one with her haircut or face shape which stuck out.

The woman from the other side of the gate, smiled a little - it would have been asking to much for 14 year old Eleven to remember her over a decade ago.

"Maybe, this," she said, violet coloured swirls leaving the palms of her hands. "Will help you remember,"

Before any of them could say anything, El was lifted into the air - surrounded by said violet magic. Then she started to giggle. It's more than anything Mike had made her laugh before.

Then a light seemed to go off in El's head - a memory standing out, where she knew this young woman from.

El was slowly placed on the floor, a smile blossoming the motorbike riders face. "Hi, honey,"

"Zero," El muttered, Mike and Hopper (who had come up protectively behind his daughter once she was put down on the ground) heard her - along with Zero.

Using her violet magic, Zero floated herself and her two companions over the gate, to the same side as the Hawkins clan.

Once their feet were on the ground, El let go of Mike's hand, and threw herself into the grips of Zero.

"Look at you," Zero said, once she'd pulled away. "You're all, grown up," her voice got a little choaked up.

El shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

"Can we get back to the problem at hand?" Said Steve, who had been growing progressively grumpier that nothing was being done about the massive gate/portal in the middle of town.

"Harrington's kind of right. Once he's," pointing his finger to the gate. "Dealt with, everything can go back to as normal as possible," Hopper said.

"And you can get your job back," Joyce commented, placing her hand on Hopper's upper arm.

Introductions all around, and the gate examined - 000 wrapped the van and motorbike in violet swirls bring the machines over the gate.

"That's incredible!" Said the curly haired teen with the hat - Dustin.

"Thanks," Zero replied, her swirls never been called 'incredible' before.

Arriving at a large two-story home, which was opened by the leader of the group (a middle aged woman called Karen, the seemingly proud mother of Mike, the boyfriend of her Eleven). Zero could only assume this was her home.

Will seemed to be fidgety the ride over, always looking over his shoulder - like he expected something or someone to be standing there, always raising his right hand to the back of his neck.

"The mind flayer used Will as a host after he was taken into the Upside Down," Joyce explained as the teenagers plus Nancy, Jonathan, Robin and Steve headed down to the basement. "We were able to drive it out of him. But, Will can still feel him, we don't know how, but this Vecna/Henry/One created the mind flayer,"

Zero looked towards the door which lead to the basement, wondering what the hell these teenagers have gone through.

As she headed down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, she could hear the teens talking.

"Who is she?"

"She cared for me in the lab,"

One of the steps creaked, alerting them to her arrival.

"She was the only one who knew I existed," Zero explained. "I was told to watch over her in case something happened. By him,"

"Papa's dead," El said, looking up at Zero, who nodded, taking the open seat on the edge of the soda and gently wrapped her arms around Eleven.

They were silent as this fact rested in the heads of the group. El's captor, and former 'father' figure (if you vould truly call him that), was dead - truly dead. "He can't hurt you anymore. And if you want, after this has been dealt with, I can stick around,"

El looked up at Zero, with her big puppy dog eyes. "Promise?"

From one look at Eleven's face, Zero knew this word meant a lot to her. "I promise, nothing is going to take me away from you again,"

El nearly jumped in her lap, wrapping herself around Zero as if to make sure she would never leave.

Soon, a plan was set into motion. 000, 008 and 009.5 would be going through the gate with Steve, Robin and Nancy to burn and destroy Vecna/Henry/001 (they still hadn't come up with an agreed upon name).

This would be the main plan (as Zero could bend Vecna to her will, Kali would make him see images which weren't there. Marcy never had powers, and would be using one of Nancy's guns to kill Vecna. Karen was surprised when she learnt about her eldest daughter's hidden weapons. Which were headed surprisingly well with 6 year old Holly about.

Before they finished their plan, Zero looked at the group. "If there is anyone, dead or alive, who you want to be pulled out of the Upside Down. You write it down, because once that gate is closed, there's no coming back. It'll be closed forever,"

Nancy looked up. "Barb," one single word. Her best friend since elementary school. The same young girl the Lab covered up her death. Nancy had seen her decaying best friend's body in the pool of Steve's house. Guilt running through her in waves.

"Eddie," was Dustin's request, their former Dungeon Master - and one of Dustin's best friends.

Zero was given two photographs of Barb and Eddie. "No matter what," she took in a breath. "State, their in. We'll bring them home and they can be properly laid to rest,"

But soon, Vecna was defeated as he was left dying on the floor outside the Creel house. Marcy watched over him, making sure she knew he was dead.

However, in a surprising turn of events, Eddie was alive - acting as Vecna's right hand man. But, Eddie shoved his sword through the lung of Vecna - he was struggling to breath as Marcy kept him down with one shoe.

"How far away is Barb from here?" Zero asked, turning her head to face Nancy. Once getting the directions, using her violet swirls, she headed over to collect the dead teen.

"Who's that?" Eddie voiced as she flew away.

Barb was properly buried in her casket, as the gate shrivelled and died - closing away the Upside Down, once and for all.

As promised, Zero stuck around, helping Eleven with her homework and life lessons which were handed to her.

And Eddie was often not so far away. After clearing his name, graduating high school, and flipping the principal the bird as promised. But, he didn't run like hell out of Hawkins, the pretty girl with the violet swirls kept him around.

[mareposie]

sxf crazy theories time

Anya = subject 007 (esper)

Bond = subject 008 (clairvoyance)

Yor = subject 001? (abnormal strength)

Her abnormal strength is only shown in flashbacks where she and Yuri are already orphans. Yuri is normal (what transformed him is Yor’s cooking which is believable since Twilight became a total softie). The way Yuri got such an important job before he turned 20 is also suspicious.

No parents around anymore, orphans you can easily exploit. I think the Garden saved Yor from the lab and offered her this job. Or they offered her the job with the condition of giving her body to the science (lab), strong Yor was made to serve the Garden, that’s why her boss won’t let her go so easily. The lab’ goal is related to help people stuff.

She really flexible and strong but I think it was not enough because she was already old unlike Anya.

Anya, Yor and Bond are really close to each other, like a small group within the family (Anya and Bond know about each other’s power but still). I think this is why we got a Bond-Twilight bonding chapter.

Yor being so aware of child kidnapping and trafficking issues, I mean, she grew new teeth and almost barked at a dog when Anya was in danger. As if she knows what they do to children because she experienced it herself.

At least Loid recognizes that his past was tragic but Yor gets all bubbly when she thinks of little Yuri. Either she got brainwashed or she couldn’t deal with the trauma and avoided the bad memories. I think it’s the second one.

I suspect Yor of being the culprit behind the fire that freed Anya from the lab, it was for a client.

I also think Yor is Anya’s biological mom : somehow they look alike not in apparence but in the behavior and strength (Anya punched Damian so effortlessly with a bit of training but Becky’s result is just walking upstairs without being tired), also they share a brain cell.

The lab kept Yor’s genes or whatever DNA stuff from Strong Yor and probably used it to create Anya.

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Poedit Cut/Unused Content: Tinned Milk

So normally the way in which I find cool lost details in Poedit is, I have a question about the narrative and I go Ctrl+F-ing to see if there's any text that answers that question or at least gives it more context to make inferences on.

For example, where does Sally get actual milk from? There's no cows in Wellington Wells, but tinned milk doesn't occur to her until she loses all the bottles in the fridge (which, unlike tinned milk, need to be kept cold) so ???

Unfortunately, I didn't find anything that answers that, but I did find this whole conversation implying there was a quest to steal the tinned milk from the military camp rather than trading Lionel Castershire for it.

002 Lovely to see you Miss Boyle.

004 Nice to see you Miss Boyle!

006 Hello, boys. Keeping us safe?

008 Next war can't come soon enough, if you ask me, Miss!

010 Hope the Jerries come before my knees go, Ma'am!

012 If I see them, I'll be sure to tell them you miss them so.

014 I wish I had a cuppa tea right now.

016 I never can remember, lemon or milk.

018 You mean do I take my tea with no lemon, or do I take my tea with no milk?

020 We've got milk. In the galley! If you're nice to the cook, and he's got a can open, he might slip and splash some in your tea.

022 Not any more. They're stowing it.

024 Stowing it!

026 Yeah, after that break-in, they're moving all the food supplies to the armory.

028 That's locked!

030 Cook can only take out as much as he needs.

032 Well fuck me. No hope of a dash of milk in my tea? How are we expected to win the next war?

032a Hello? Hello? Anybody home? It's Sally Boyle!

032b I'm not a German infiltrator, please don't ambush me!

032c Where are they?

032d Miss Boyle! We weren't expecting you!

032e Harry, why the fuck is the gate open — 'Scuse my French, Ma'am — I told you to close it!

032f No, Sergeant, you didn't. You said you were gonna close it, but you had to go to the loo first.

032g No I didn't, I said, I'm going to the loo, why don't you close the gate--

032h Boys. Boys! You can close it now, if you like.

032i Right! Harry, close the gate, if you please, whilst I accompany Miss Boyle to the General's office.

034 Patience and fortitude, mate, patience and fortitude.

034a Miss Boyle! Won't the General be thrilled!

034b Ready for the Next War, lads?

034c As ready as the day is long!

034d I'll escort you to his office.

034e No fair, you escorted her the last time!

034f Cause I'm the sergeant, and you're the corporal.

035a Fifteen years you been pulling rank on me. Next War can't come soon enough.

036 Milk in the kitchen! I better steal it before it gets locked up!

038 The General can bloody well wait!

040 I hope you appreciate everything Mummy does for you. I really do.

042 Who drinks that much whiskey?

That last line is the one she says when she enters the air raid shelter and finds all those scotch bottles on the floor, but I included it for completion's sake since it was in this group.

Anyway, most of this whole grouping of dialogue was reworked into "Connect the Dots" but it tells you that Sally had a proper quest in the Victory Memorial Camp like Arthur and Ollie do and it also points to the Armory - a building locked with a specific key that contains tons of loot that the game never goes out of its way to point you towards - being narratively significant before its quest was cut. It's cool too that the circumstances of the milk being locked up follow from Arthur and Ollie's break-in. I do love some continuity.

Couple more tinned milk miscellanies:

i should think about where i'm going to get baby milk after October. i'm running out of ideas.

Titled TinnedMilkCrate.ActivationText. This is most likely a quest note, since it’s written in Sally’s lapslock.

I better pick up some rowan berries on the way home, so I can make baby milk out of the tinned milk.

Baby milk was supposed to require rowan berries to craft at some point.

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When I posted this on reddit, it was brought to my attention that this quest explains why there’s loot in the Victory Memorial Camp even though Sally never gets access to the interior. One such loot object is the cut Tear Gas Grenade.

I searched for "tear gas" and there really wasn't anything in there that the wiki doesn't already say about them, but if one ghosts about in the military camp as Sally, you find that the interior that you don't get to access is not underdeveloped (like the Parade is) so much as it has had things removed (NPC's mostly, and desks but not the stuff that sits on them).

So just guessing based on that, the template version of map for the military camp likely contained the tear gas grenades, and they were not edited out for Sally's act because they don't incur as much CPU real estate as apparently desks do and you should never see them anyway if you are not a dirty cheater using the console like I am. The map Arthur and Ollie get has all its dressings and also has been properly edited for items no longer in use.

[nequeos]

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 001:   THE OUTSIDE.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: clara oswin oswald 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: dark brown 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 / 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑:  dark brown, typically depicted shoulder length and hardly picked up 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:  5′2″ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: usually very comfortable, jumpers and jeans, occasionally dresses, and overall very feminine clothing paired with two inch heels. 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: her large, expressive eyes

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 002:   THE INSIDE.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒: losing the ones she loves most ( basic, she knows, but after losing her mother, it terrifies her. ), being alone in the end. 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄: a good soufflé, obviously, with some hot tea. 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄: being lied to, injustices 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: to actually live a normal life with someone who accepts her travels, closure about her different lives would be nice

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 003:   THOUGHTS.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏: how can i prove my worth today ? 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓: where she’s going to travel to next, if the doctor still looks like the doctor and he hasn’t regenerated on her while she was away 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃: although she doesn’t believe in the afterlife, she wonders if her mother is safe, wherever she may be. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒: her way of taking charge in difficult situations ( though it comes off as bossiness )

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 004:    WHAT’S BETTER ?

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒: single, but with the right people, she prefers groups  𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃: both. clara believes love and respect are under the same umbrella. 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: can she say both too ? 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒: dogs, she owns a cavalier in the 1860s and one in her main verse 

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 005:   DO THEY  …

𝐋𝐈𝐄: only when she has to, but she hates it. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒:  belief in herself is often fickle. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: of course. she’s grown up around love and wanted a love like her parents for as long as she can remember. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄:  yes, she always will.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 006:    HAVE THEY EVER  …

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄: no 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒: in the 1930s and 1970s, clara oswin oswald had an addiction to nicotine. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍: never.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 007:   FAVOURITES.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: navy blue and sage green 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋: cavalier king charles spaniel 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: either sense and sensibility by jane austen or a night to remember by walter lord 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄: charades

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 008:   AGE.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄: november twenty-third 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐄: if she lives this time twenty - seven

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 009:    FINISH THE SENTENCE .

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: them. everyone i have met and the ones who decide to stay. 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋: tired, these restless nights won’t let me sleep. 𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄: my longing for a normal life 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒: my mum, why isn’t she here when i need her ? 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇: i could love them as much as i did in the past.

TAGGING: @futuremade, @chasde, @observante ( & for actually anyone ), you !

[gilesian]

CHARACTER STATS

LAYER 001: THE OUTSIDE

NAME: Rupert Edmund Giles

EYE COLOUR: green, with a fleck of brown on the left eye.

HAIR STYLE/COLOUR: dark brown, in later years fading into a fetching ashy grey.

HEIGHT: 6′

CLOTHING STYLE: watcher’s tweeds and rumpled shirt & tie; gentleman of leisure with soft jumpers, leather coat, and old, comfortable jeans; middle aged (magic) businessman in a nice suit and that blue shirt. all paired with sensible leather boots because hey a watcher must be prepared.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: uh. his disarmingly soft smile, i think.

LAYER 002: THE INSIDE

FEARS: his loved ones dying.

GUILTY PLEASURE: quiz shows. never mind the buzzcocks. living in america had deprived him of his quality entertainment that he had to turn to soap opera, poor man.

BIGGEST PET PEEVE: snotty know-it-all, people who abuse their power.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: that there always will be a tomorrow.

LAYER 003: THOUGHTS

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP: ‘I’m thirsty.’ followed by what to cook for breakfast. if he’d just been knocked out it’d probably be ‘oh bollocks, again?’.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST: measures and means to dispatch of the big bad(s) the Slayer have to fight, random snippet of songs if he isn’t busy. doesn’t ponder about his past grievances or mistakes as much as people might think.

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED: if he works himself to sleep he won’t be thinking of anything, which is a state he often pushes himself into. it’s been decades since eyghon but he’s still wary of vivid dreams.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS: his willingness to learn.

LAYER 004: WHAT’S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: single

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: what is one without the other?

BEAUTY OR BRAINS: both

DOGS OR CATS: between the two it’s cats, but other than that it’s horses. have you ever seen giles on a horse, galloping in the fields? he isn’t half bad.

LAYER 005: DO THEY...

LIE: yes. (whether he’s good at it remains the question.)

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES: yes.

BELIEVE IN LOVE: yes.

WANT SOMEONE: alas, he’s single and not ready to mingle more often than not.

LAYER 006: HAVE THEY EVER...

BEEN ONSTAGE: oh, yeah. sang and played guitar for a (terrible) punk band in the 70s.

DONE DRUGS: yes.

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN: only all the bloody time. ripper had a put on accent, rougher than how he normally speaks. between that and in-series i don’t think he gave much thought to who he is, and rather focused on who he ought to be since giles tried hard to be the perfect, by-the-book watcher for Buffy. thank fuck he quickly realised she isn’t suited for that. i believe the most balanced giles had ever been as himself and as his role was in S4-5.

LAYER 007: FAVOURITES

FAVOURITE COLOUR: earthy tones. blues. a splash of red.

FAVOURITE ANIMAL: horse.

FAVOURITE BOOK: huh. when’s the last time he read something for pleasure? likes a bit of high fiction like The Lord of the Rings.

FAVOURITE GAME: tetris. crosswords.

LAYER 008: AGE

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: 20 December

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE: 40s, depending on the verse.

LAYER 009: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE: Reign O’er Me

I FEEL: alone alright

I HIDE: my past

I MISS: home

I WISH: I had done better

TAGGED BY: @johnconstantfine​ cheers~ TAGGING: y o u

[gildedruinsarchive]

     𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  001 :   THE OUTSIDE .

NAME :    thor odinson.

EYE  COLOUR :    blue / brown. 

HAIR  STYLE   /   COLOUR :    blonde,  preferably long,  often braided or in a low ponytail. messy.  always smells nice but it’s not clear if this man knows how to shower.

HEIGHT :  6′6″

CLOTHING  STYLE :   can you call it style? casually : combat boots.  hoodies.  denim.  leather jackets,  once in a while.  has definitely bought some tops from a ren faire and tries to wear them unironically?? normally goes for flashy colors that mirror his asgardian clothes but if he’s with loki he unintentionally gravitates towards greys and blacks and maybe a deeper red once in a while so he doesn’t get bullied. 

BEST  PHYSICAL  FEATURE :  his arms :/ def his smile.  can light up an entire room with it. 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  002 :  THE INSIDE .

FEARS :  letting his people down.  failure.  never being good enough. 

GUILTY  PLEASURE  :  call of duty lan parties. we don’t acknowledge fortnitegate in this house. 

BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE :  bad internet.  commercials.  the taco bell mobile app. 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  003 :  THOUGHTS .

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP :   not again.

WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  MOST :    pre-canon : whatever brings the next rush. battle && celebration && whatever lover he’s infatuated with. currently : loki.  asgard.  what he’s going to do to bring them back.  

WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED :  . . . loki.  asgard. how their blood is on his hands. 

WHAT  THEY  THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS :  lightning.  power.  he . . . hasn’t really thought about himself beyond that,  which is why he has such a hard time post-thanos,  thinking he wasn’t strong enough to stop him. ( truthfully his best is his kindness && his gentleness && his sense of justice. ) 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  004 :   WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES :   single.

TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED :    loved!!!!!!!!!!

BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS :  brains.

DOGS  OR  CATS :   dogs when he’s younger.  cats post iw. both post endgame. 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  005 :DO THEY …

LIE :  occasionally,  though not seriously. 

BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELVES :  he’s starting to,  again. 

BELIEVE  IN  LOVE :   yes, if not for himself. 

WANT  SOMEONE :  always. 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  006 :HAVE THEY EVER …

BEEN  ON  STAGE :  yes.

DONE  DRUGS :  . . . yes.

CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN :   no!! 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  007 :   FAVOURITES .

FAVOURITE  COLOUR :  red,  before.  gold,  now.  it’s softer. reminds him of home.

FAVOURITE  ANIMAL :  he’s a biiiig goat person. especially the lil fainting ones.

FAVOURITE  BOOK :   it is so bold to assume thor knows how to read. i imagine it’s probably something embarrassing like obama’s book about the presidency ( #lib. ) or american gods????????? it’s definitely american gods. 

FAVOURITE  GAME :    uno! call of duty! true american!!!! 

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  008 :   AGE .

DAY  THEIR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE :   ????????? ( dec 28th ish. ) 

HOW  OLD  WILL  THEY  BE :   ~1500

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  009 :   FINISH THE SENTENCE .

I LOVE :  wendys 4 for 4.

I  FEEL :  drained.

I  HIDE :  my grief.

I  MISS :   my family.

I  WISH :   i was stronger.

TAGGED  BY :   @statesangria  tagging:   @sigvinr, @dinlustris, @felinoir, @zydrateaddict, @toscrve, + you!! 

[attystark]

Contagion.

Case: 008-258-005.

Logan: statement of Irene Ewing regarding observations of her friend Jane Prentiss. Original statement taken January 3rd, 2017. Statement recorded 1st July 2017 by Logan Princeton, head archivist of the sanders Institute, London.

Statement begins.

I’m not sure I could really call Jane a friend, she was more an acquaintance my friends liked. We had the same social groups, sure, but I never spent a lot of time with just her. Still, there’s no one else I can talk to, so I’m here.

When I first met Jane, it was because she’d just started working with Emma- that’s Emma Bayliss. She was a bit odd, but the others thought the whole “witch” thing was endearing and she was nice enough, so she ended up sticking around. We weren’t exactly the most normal group already and Jane’s obsession with crystals wasn’t even the strangest habit in our friend group. Plus, it wasn’t like she was collecting bones like that weirdo on the news a while ago.

For a while, everything was fine, we’d all meet up every Friday and just hang out and everything would be fine. Normal. Early last year, though, we noticed that she seemed… odd. She hung out with us less and seemed more inclined to ignore us than anything else. If I saw her on the street, I’d say hi, and she’d walk straight past me. She started trying to guilt us too whenever she was around, if we weren’t listening to her, she’d tell us we didn’t listen to her enough or seem to like her, that we needed to pay her more attention. It never bothered me too much, since I wasn’t that close to her, but when she actually attacked Elissa Wormwood, we finally decided we just weren’t going to speak to her anymore.

I was the only one who saw what happened to Elissa, her slow conviction that she was going insane, that there was something under her skin, crawling in and out of her bones like worms. She died a few months ago, the two of us had gone to get coffee when she just... sagged. I didn’t even realise what had happened at first, not until the worm crawled out of her eye. I killed it, but another bunch came out of El, crawling through her eye. That was what made me remember Jane scratching her eye when she’d attacked Elissa, and I decided to confront her.

That Friday, I went over to her house, deciding to pretend I was just checking on her at first before demanding to know what she’d done to Elissa. I didn’t get to that point, in the end. When I first entered her flat on Prospero Rd it was dark. Darker than it should have been since it was still pretty light outside, but all the lights inside the flat were off. I called out to her anyway, stepping into the front room and flipping on the light. The living room was awful, covered in worms and rot. It stunk of disease and illness. I screamed and tried to stagger backwards, but found the door had been shut behind me by the crawling mass of things crawling her living room. They parted as I attempted to find Jane, calling her name desperately and hoping she wasn’t dead. She wasn’t in her bedroom when I ran in, but the ladder to her loft was open. I remembered her mentioning the loft a while before she went crazy and scrambled up, hoping she’d been sensible enough to hide inside.

She was in her loft alright, curled in the corner in that red dress of hers. She looked up as I came in, and in the dim light of the loft, I finally saw what had become of my friend. Her face was a mass of holes, and climbing in and out was worms, thousands and thousands of the crawling monstrosities like her face was a particularly nice patch of dirt. I didn’t say anything as the monster that used to be my friend lurched forward and reached out to claw me. I don’t think she touched me, but I remember the fierce pain that surged through me for a few seconds after, and I wonder…

I ran home after that, I’m not even sure how I got out, only the panic as I ran to my own flat and locked myself inside. I tried to contact you guys straight after that but was told you’d just lost your archivist and “wouldn’t be accepting statements at this time”, so I called 999 and babbled to them about Jane and the worms and the holes in her face. I don’t know if they ever did anything, I gave the tip anonymously and haven’t even talked to anyone about Jane since. I’ve been trying to get to you guys for a while though.

Statement ends.

Logan: It was this statement that first called to our attention the issue of Jane Prentiss, along with a subsequent call from Royal Hospital, informing us they had an… unusual patient and would like us to take a look. Jane escaped that night, killing six nurses outright and causing a seventh to break his neck attempting to escape her. We should have her statement here somewhere, from sometime before her fully joining the flesh hive. We believe more statements on Prentiss can be found, but considering the mess the archives are in, I do not have hopes of finding them.

End recording.