#Armed Scav

[lenoratheyinglet]

D&D: Preparing for combat

Little Veezy armed to the teeth, whatever will come from an encounter like this! This will be the last time you see her in this armour for D&D related things!  Yinglets of course by Valsalia!  And the setting is by Revexia! 

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[lydiaalin]

on today's episode of trying to remember how to draw via femmes covered in blood

[spotsupstuff]

How do you think scavs carry their pups while travelling? Doe the pups ride on their back like gorillas or hang off them like orangutans? Scavs have an arched back so it would be easy for them to carry on the back but the pup would be more protected when hanging off the torso and they have long arms so holding on would be easy.

i don't think they should be sorted into one category! i feel like the rascals would be too energetic to accept a single place, but also it'd change according to the situation (what they are traversing at the time) and age. they'd be rather adaptable

[sordid-dog]

what. the fuck

[dexaroth]

genuinely wondering if id like slugcats as much if they werent from rain world. its kinda funny bc theyre quite literally the definition of a blank canvas. you can shape them almost any way you want, so long as it has a worm body+tail, short muzzle and big eyes, plus the nubby ears thats all you need

and its just. the bare minimum you can get away with sort of?

it kind of dawned on me because you can replace slugcat's tail with a lightning bolt and you get almost the same creature as pikachu. its a fun kind of simpleness but still somehow unique enough despite that? well technically all animals are like that if you stylize them enough..

eugh funny little animal

[kelocitta]

How do you draw scavs so Shaped… I want to push mine more but they just look like they’re suffering and in pain and Not Having A GooD Time

There still pretty rough for me to be honest, but I do have a good idea of how I think they 'work' in terms of anatomy and physiology and I think that helps a lot.

In generally I just keep a big head and a big chest and build around that. If you watch them move around in game, they tend to barely use their hind legs and instead swing themselves around and pull themselves forward with their arms. Their almost always bent forward in that gorilla-esque stance, and I think keeping that helps a lot to maintaining their shape and vibe. It's a big part of why I kept that even when doing 'anthros'- they just don't feel right if you treat their spine like a human spine! Otherwise you can stylize the anatomy quite a bit Really though, I think fully thinking out how you think fake animals work and what theyre similar too, what is most comfortable for them in terms of movement compared to things like humans and cats, etc helps a lot

Some animals I pretty directly pull inspiration from: Gibbons: Long armed apes, although I dont think scavenger's move exactly like them. They are mostly just a good reference for how something with such weirdly proportioned arms would use them

Hares: Just overall vibes, but also their resting posture translates nice to how I consider the body to work. Greyhound (and other lean sighthounds): Large chested but very lean. Weight and fat distribution and limits between species is a neat detail to consider. With something like a greyhound, their healthy weight is very thin looking- to the point they can often *look* underweight or overweight individuals can look 'normal'. I kinda think scavengers are similar! Healthy scavengers just naturally look kinda thin and scraggly. (In contrast, I like to think slugcats are more like humans in that they have a huge range for healthy weight, but tend not to visibly show weight gain/loss unless its pretty extreme.)

Aye-Aye: Their weird ass hands and feet (less fingers though)

[severedfromthesource]

Weightless

No gravity and no heartbeat. M rescuer, M resus, suffocation, chest compressions, AED

Cohl fumbled to grab the straps on Yui’s suit. They were just out of reach. His body kicked like he was swimming, but he knew he was doing nothing but expending energy. They both tilted weightless through the station as debris floated between them. He couldn’t get enough leverage to reach him as his internal systems sounded an alarm, the visor of his helmet blinking red with warning. One of his life support systems was failing. Cheap fucking equipment, he spit internally. They’d scavved both suits from a small military post that had been pelted apart by a meteorite swarm. Both men figured the military would have half decent space suits. They were wrong.

Yui weakly clapped against his chest and throat, his body convulsing in the air with the overwhelming need to breathe. He could only stare helpless at the two red goose eggs on his HUD. Oxygen reserves: 0.0 percent. He looked to Cohl in a panic. The other man was trying to push himself closer in suspension, but he was moving so slowly, and there was nothing to help him gain leverage. Yui would pass out before he reached him. And even if he did, what then? The romantic idea that he would share his oxygen reserves was sweet, and more or less keeping with Cohl’s chivalrous swashbuckler persona. But if he stopped breathing, flooding his helmet with oxygen wouldn’t do much. His lungs would stop working before Cohl made it over, he was almost sure of that. Already blackness crept in around the edge of his vision and Cohl’s stricken expression and his useless wading through empty space were growing darker.

“Yui, don’t pass out,” he shouted over the comms. The jerky movements were getting fewer and farther between. Cohl was beginning to panic himself. His own helmet was throwing out warnings to slow his breathing, but he couldn’t. He racked his brain for some solution. He couldn’t just keep floating like a jackass and watch him asphyxiate. He scrambled to pull up his remote ship controls. He could see their vessel through the huge windows circling around the abandoned station, haloed by a distant sun. The cockpit was empty, he’d told the ship to hover and wait for their return while they harpooned the station and reeled themselves in. Now he woke its systems, and began manually operating it. He swiped at the controls and urged the little ship to ram the nearest support pillar braced against the outside of the station. Their Hawk was hardly a match for the size of the huge spinning top they found themselves aboard, but maybe. Maybe it could make a difference. Otherwise… he didn’t want to think of otherwise.

The station groaned as the Hawk rammed against it and the room they found themselves in lurched. Cohl found himself being shoved to the side and smashed his ribs against a wall that rushed up to him, but finally, solid ground. He looked up to see Yui poised above him, and his heart lurched when he saw he had stopped fighting. His hands weakly flexed against the seal of his helm. “No, no, hold on,” he murmured under his breath, voice distorted by his helm.

Yui watched Cohl maneuver his legs underneath himself and kick out like a gold medal swimmer in the 100 meter. His lungs wouldn’t fill. His throat worked and his brain urged him to breathe, but there was nothing left. The last shallow pull of stale carbon dioxide made it down his throat and then nothing. His lashes fluttered. Pins and needles prickled in his limbs. Through hooded eyes he watched Cohl shoot towards him, dimly aware that he had tackled him and now grappled him around the waist.

“Got you,” he heard his voice exclaim over comms, though his mind was going dim, and he was starting to hear less and less. “Pretty sure I snapped off the Hawk’s beak, don’t be mad.” Arms encircled him as Cohl, his captain, his plucky rogue who earned every story about himself, shifted him so Yui’s back pressed against his front.

He kept him pinned there as he fumbled to disconnect Yui’s useless oxygen system. “You really made me look like an idiot back there, treading water like that,” he laughed shakily, unclipping one of his own oxygen tubes from his suit. It hissed and sputtered little clouds in the dark station and he attached it to the other valve, tightening it. He heard the click and then the hum as Yui’s suit once more flooded with air. He cupped his hand over his chest. “There we go, good as new.”

But Yui didn’t respond. His arms hung limply in the absence of gravity, his head rocked forward. Cohl felt his skin tighten in goosebumps. “Yui,” he said with some urgency, rapping a finger against his helmet, “Breathe in, bud. Come on, take a breath.” The terminal on his wrist blinked and he snatched his arm, lifting it to see what other god damn warning his suit was issuing this time.

CRITICAL CONDITION- RESPIRATORY ARREST DETECTED

He grabbed the collar of Yui’s helmet and turned it towards himself, urgently thumping his sternum with his palm. He called his name again and again, clutching at the second skin material of his suit as he turned to face him. He didn’t respond. Behind the glass, his face was slack, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. Blue was creeping into his lips. Cohl fumbled with his limp body as they tilted in the air. The stupid thing was supposed to have a failsafe for this, but it wasn’t triggering. He swore as he punched in the controls on the wrist terminal and the helm slid open. The light of the distant sun shone on Yui’s pale face. He probed his hand in around the edges of the helmet until he found the little nozzle tucked away to the side. He grabbed it, hooking a thumb over the bottom row of his second in command’s teeth and tongue with his other hand. He plunged the rebreather into his mouth and it latched, making a seal in his airway. Cohl once more wrapped his arm around the smaller man’s chest and felt his ribs flex as the thing breathed for him.

He looked at the readout again as his oxygen levels began to climb back up slowly. Too slowly. The fluttering little line of his heartbeat was quivering, hardly making spikes. Cohl closed his helmet again and wrapped both arms around him, braced against his midriff and across his chest. “Yui,” he pleaded again and shook him once, hard enough his helmet clinked off Cohl’s own. He made a fist and scrubbed his knuckles hard against his sternum, between the lithe muscles of his pectoral. The mechanical breathing swelled against his hand as the rebreather filled his lungs with the oxygen provided by Cohl’s life support systems. It forced his chest to expand and he heard a sigh crackling over their comms, expelling each breath given to him, his chest deflating in Cohl’s hands.

The terminal chimed and threw up holographic words. CRITICAL CONDITION- VENTRICULAR FIBRILLATION DETECTED. He knew it to be true. His heart was quivering into Cohl’s palm, shaking and uncoordinated, too fast to properly push blood through his body. He felt the nervous bird flitting against the cage of his ribs. He cursed softly and gripped him by the shoulder, spinning Yui around. There were four circular ports, two over the right side of the heart, near the shoulder, and two tucked up beside his ribs on the opposite side. He flipped the little latch beside these ports and the suit sucked closer to the skin, pressing itself especially firm in these spots. He watched as the little ports began to hum and glow brighter and brighter in the center of their circular, metal frames.

“Automatic external defibrillator engaged,” came a robotic voice from the terminal, “Select charge.”

If these things were worth anything, let them be worth this. Cohl tapped the 200j option blinking at Yui’s wrist. “Charging,” said the voice, the device whining. Yui’s muscles convulsed. Cohl had to grip him tightly by the arm to keep him from drifting away as the defibrillator discharged into his fluttering heart, making his whole body jolt. His head snapped back, his shoulders shrugging, back crooking. “Shock delivered. Analyzing rhythm, stand clear of patient.”

“Not gonna happen,” he murmured to himself, cupping the other man’s helmet to tip his head back towards himself. He only just looked over at the projected monitor when the voice piped up, “No pulse detected. Begin CPR.”

A flatline cut through the darkness of the lonely station. “No, you’re kidding me,” he hissed, cupping a hand over the center of his breast. Nothing. Weren’t these stupid things supposed to fix a fibrillating heart? They weren’t supposed to kill the person, right? His mind spun. CPR. CPR? How the hell was he supposed to do that? He couldn’t put any weight behind the compressions, definitely not enough to shove his heart against his spine. He gripped his shoulder with one hand and shoved the heel of his palm against his heart. He only succeeded in nearly shoving his body away from him entirely. He looped an arm around his shoulders and tried again; again, there was no way to get enough leverage for an effective compression. His eyes roved over Yui from head to toe, then their surroundings.

“Hang on,” he huffed, resituating himself behind him again. He slid both arms around him from behind, bracing a balled fist against his unbeating heart. Settling his chin against his shoulder, he thrust in against his ribcage, forcing it to bow in towards his spine. He’d never had to actually use the scarce first aid lessons he’d been forced to sit through, ironically at Yui’s insistence.

Something told him this was harder than normal compressions. He couldn’t put his weight behind it, or rely on the ground to help squeeze blood from his motionless heart. It relied entirely on the strength in his arms; those felt like they were ready to fall off with how hard his own pulse thundered through his limbs. He kept it up anyway. Yui’s ribcage shifted under his skin, bowing with each hard thrust and expanding with each breath. “C’mon,” Cohl grunted, “We’ve been through worse than this, huh? Huh? You’re gonna let-hngh- this shitty station- ungh- be where you die? Cause of a dumb suit malfunction?”

Again, Yui’s heart began to quiver in his chest, shaking the space between his ribs. “Shock advised. Stand clear of patient.” “Yeah, no, I’m good here.” Again, the ports whined and began to glow. The display showed the shaky line of his heart struggling to beat, beneath that the line marking the device as it charged to 250. Cohl instinctively wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace. His breath was noisy in his helmet. “Come on, come on, come on…”

Yui’s body bucked, knocking against Cohl’s chest as his limbs seized in the current. His muscles tensed and loosened, his helmet clanging hard off Cohl’s own. “Shock delivered-“ “I know the stupid thing delivered the stupid shock,” he growled, pressing his palm flat against Yui’s heart. “Is he alive or dead?” “No pulse detected. Begin CPR.” “Fucking hell-“

He started the compressions anew, harder this time, if he could even do them any harder. He beat his second in against his chest, sweat tickling his brow and neck. His entire focus, his entire being, was centered on the man dead- not dead, no, he couldn’t be dead. He was destined to die in some awesome, awe inspiring way on a distant planet. Crushed in a salt avalanche, fucked to death by some charismatic mantis alien, shot in a card game with interstellar pirates. This was undeserving of him. This was how rookies died. They weren’t rookies. Cohl and Yui were wanted criminals, their faces graced holo posters in three different systems. Haruki Yui was not suffocating in an abandoned research base. He was not dying while Cohl still had breath.

As he shoved against his sternum, listening to the quiet “Huff, hff, haa, hff” as he forced synthetic air from his still lungs, he wasn’t paying attention to their surroundings. The quiet atrium might as well be a distant star. He didn’t notice the wall the two of them were floating towards until his back bounced off hard metal. Cohl kept bending his battered ribcage and craned his neck to look; his eyes widened. Gravity engine- the OFF button burned red in the dark. Life support systems- OFF.

“Jesus, yes, yes,” he gasped and flicked both switches on at once. The station groaned in protest as ancient motors whirred to life and air began to sigh once more through her vents. Cohl hardly had time to roll in midair and brace Yui in his arms before they were once more leashed by artificial gravity. It sucked them to the ground, slamming them both to the metal grating of a small platform. Something in his side cracked and the air squeezed out of Cohl’s lungs. He soundlessly wheezed, arms in a vice around his second.

His body hurt even worse with gravity weighing him down once more. His arms and legs were jelly. His muscles ached. It took him a moment, and he cursed every second of that moment, to roll Yui’s body off and push himself up on his hands and knees at his side. He tore off both their helmets, drawing in as deep a breath as he could manage. Stale air stuck to the sweat on his skin and he’d never been more grateful for it. “Okay, we can do this. C’mon…”

He descended on Yui’s chest, stacking his hands as he began to pound against creaking bone. At this angle, it was easier to feel the fractures he’d split through his second’s sternum, bone rubbing against bone. His head rocked, each compression causing a tide to roll from his shoulders to his fingertips, his feet. His belly bulged against the tight skin of his suit, snapping up as Cohl snapped down against his heart. Was he too late? Hell, had he even been doing any good before? These compressions felt more violent, going much deeper, and he couldn’t stop the little voice nagging that Yui was gone. Would he already be back if he’d found the damn switch earlier?

His hands sunk into the center of Yui’s heart again and again. He might have been saying something, but he wasn’t even sure. He was getting light headed from the rush of air and exertion. Even so, his entire body jerked as the robotic voice once more spoke, “Shock advised. Stand clear of patient.”

This time, despite how badly he wanted to just scoop him up into his arms, he sat back, staring down at his second’s moon white face. The suit’s oxygen system forced his chest to rise at regular intervals, even if the breath left his lungs, unable to stick.

“Charging,” it announced. The display flashed 360j. It emitted a few rapid beeps as it reached the end of its charge. Yui’s chest was pulled into into the air with a sharp jerk, his head snapping to the side, arms convulsing from the shoulder and then falling limp again. “Shock delivered. Analyzing-“

Yui’s throat came unstoppered and he drew in a rattling breath, loosing a moaning exhale. Cohl was at his throat in an instant, hooking his finger between his teeth. He took hold of the rebreather and it slid back, coming loose from his trachea with a wet gurgle.

“There he is,” Cohl almost shouted, cradling his neck, “There we go, deep breaths! Christ alive…”

Yui croaked something that might have been, “Captain.”

Cohl pressed his forehead to the other man’s temple, nose pressed to his cheek, stuck between laughing like a maniac and breaking down in sobs. Instead of doing either he huffed, “This scavver shit isn’t for us.”

[thunder-wolf64]

A small blue scavenger cub appears from behind the cheiftan's battered arms. It sqeaks with curiosity, deep blue eyes reflecting what light is left in the sky. It moves towards Sizzle as hir fur pricks and his claws dig into the sandy ground.

The chieftain reaches out for a moment, before pulling her paw back, deciding to let her child learn. She chitters to Sizzle, to let him know of the fragile being coming closer.

The slugcat looks down at the sound of tiny paws against the ground. His eyes are blurred with tears, but he observes the familiar shades of blue. He leans down, trying to get a better look, but he can not wipe his eyes with his trembling arms.

The young one, unclear to be scav or scug, reaches a tiny claw forwards, taping Sizzle on the bridge of his nose. It sqeaks again, placing a whole paw on Sizzle's face. The little one hadn't seen a slugcat before, it was curious.

Sizzle wanted to return the pats to the creature, but yet again, he couldn't control his muscles. He exhaled and leaned back up. He felt as if he stayed so low to the ground, he'd simply collapse and never get up again. But his adrenaline was too great.

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Ngl i wanted to cry while writing this augghh

I did not forget abou the blue scub

[scav-gifs-daily]

ID : -1911938973

shocked and appauled i never posted toothpick arms scav here. as long and thin as they come

[raintailed]

how do oyu draw scvaenegrs theyre soooo shaped i love them....

GYAHAHAHA!!!!!!! TUTORIAL TIME!!!!!!

first things first! basic anatomy!

These guys are somewhat monkey-shaped. They have deep chests, long arms, and short legs. They usually move by knuckle-walking, using their arms to swing their legs forward as if they're using crutches.

Scavs have eartlers (which i think are technically horns lol), funny whiskers/sensory frills, and frills/quills on their backs. I also give them ears because I think it looks cute.

A note about their tails: scav tails vary in length (many are tailless), and their tails are thinner than slugcat tails. I imagine their tails aren't as important for balance as it is for slugcats.

From the side, my scavengers have sorta egg-shaped heads; they don't have a very prominent snout. They do, however, have some gnarly teeth - baboon like, but better suited for carnivory? Idk honestly

Scavs have long, 3-fingered hands and 2-toed feet. Some scavengers have a third toe on their feet, but it's vestigial. Their palms/soles are hairless for better gripping and are usually lighter than the surrounding fur.

Variations!!! Scavs are super diverse and I highly recommend taking many screenshots of them. I didn't draw anything for elite scavengers here.

Horns range from nubs to large branches. Some scavengers have horns on their cheeks as well as on the top of their heads.

Whiskers can range from being absent to looking like beards.

Scavenger eyes range in size, narrowness, and angle. Pupils can be absent, dark-colored, or light-colored.

For colors, scavengers are usually gray or brown with darker points. Light and bright-colored scavs are unusual but they do appear!

Proportions and quills vary, and that can have some hilarious results. I've seen scavengers with stick-thin arms, others with tons of big quills, etc.

Scavenger body language is pretty complex. I recommend checking the wiki and watching them in-game to study how they move and act. Their quills do seem to be an important part of how they communicate, since frightened or startled scavengers vibrate their quills!

Hopefully this stuff is helpful!

[sycamorality]

fighting over all the blorbos

i have been robbed and frankly, these powers are a threat to society @prismsoup

[sordid-dog]

IN MY DEFENSE I NEVER ACTUALLY LEARNED HOW TO DRAW ARMS/silly

[goatgoatgoat7778]

I had an ftl fanfic from last June that I’ve been meaning to revise… so I wrote something completely different instead lol. This is based on the starvation mechanic, and the couple of times a scavenger got stuck with me. I tried to keep this one short since having to go over my own writing is terrible and I always procrastinate.

Saga the slugcat made her way back to the shelter, noting with slight disappointment that there were fewer berries to eat than the last time she took that path. She liked to gorge herself last-minute before hibernation; being overly stuffed impeded her athleticism, but it didn’t matter if she was already at the shelter. Though she hadn’t quite eaten her fill, there was still a satisfying distention in her furry white belly that assured, at the very least, she wouldn’t be completely ravenous the next cycle. When she crawled into the shelter- WHAM! She fell on her rear and found herself staring into the wide yellow eyes of a Scavenger that had been trying to leave just as she was entering. As they stared at each other in a daze, the exit to the shelter slammed shut with a heavy metallic thud. Saga had triggered the shelter’s auto-lock system and trapped this poor Scav along with her. Whoopsie. The Scav sat down and patted his side, motioning her to sit next to him. She curled up next to him, and couldn’t help but nestle into his warm fur. He welcomed the gesture, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in closer. Saga was glad she had such a good reputation with the Scavengers- if she didn’t, things would have been a lot more awkward. She had no doubt in her mind, however, that she would’ve been able to take this Scav on in hand-to-hand combat if it came to that. Maybe that’s why she allowed herself to get comfortable so quickly. As she started to doze, she became unconsciously aware of a low rumbling sound that filled the shelter. Her stomach often loudly digested as she fell asleep so it wasn’t too out of place for her, but she didn’t feel any activity in her stomach. Her head perked up as the Scavenger placed a hand on his stomach as a more intense growl came from it, the quiet of the shelter only serving to amplify it. She cocked her head. You okay? He waved a hand dismissively in return. I’m fine, don’t worry about it! The long, stomach-shaking groan claimed otherwise. Saga put the pieces of the puzzle together- there was less food around because the Scavenger had eaten some, and he must’ve come in here looking for food- and from the sound of it, he hadn’t gotten enough to comfortably hibernate. She placed her ear on his stomach, listening to the hollow growls that resonated from it and feeling the rumbles that traveled across the length of his belly. To her it was like white noise, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

As she began to wake up, her stomach gave a painful twist that made her wince. She rubbed her now flat and empty stomach and worked out some growls to ease the hunger pains. She ate enough so that she wouldn’t be this hungry when she woke up which could only mean- she slept in! She hadn’t done that since she was a pup! In fairness to herself, the Scavenger was wrapped around her like a warm weighted blanket and she can’t remember the last time she was this comfortable. She shuffled a bit and gave her companion, who had turned to lie on his back, a look over. Though he was naturally lithe, his stomach had sunken in considerably and his ribs began to poke out through his fur. It shook and growled and when she placed her hand to it, she could feel his innards churn and twist desperately for sustenance, loudly complaints passing through his thin tummy. As the racket began to wake him up, he saw her looking at him with big sad eyes. He tried to wave it off again, but a long string of growls that made him double over interrupted him. Wait here. She motioned with her hands. She felt a bit guilty for keeping him here longer than he needed to, especially when he was so hungry. She’d go out and hunt a feast he’d never forget.

[atarathegreat]

The End of the World is Beautiful. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick.

Gaz wasn't usually one to worry and hang off his team, but here he was. You were just trying to get to the center of the city without being eaten alive by the old inhabitants while Gaz made it his duty to be your actual backpack. If not for the gun in his hands, you were positive you would've been carrying him.

The atmosphere of the city was somber, dull, quite literally dead. Even so, with all the dead wandering around, it was undoubtably alive. Ten years. It only took ten years for the vines and trees to take over the concrete jungle. The roads that were once driven on were cracked, the sidewalks were grassy, and the towering buildings were lattice for the vines to grow up to the sun. It was beautifully morbid how everything was dead and bright all at the same time, all with the haunting melody of moans and groans from the once human creatures stumbling around.

"What did Price say we were looking for?" Gaz kept his voice low, not wanting to draw attention from the wandering flesh bags that wanted to eat his face. You thought it was cute that he was a little scared over the whole thing. It was unnerving, sure, but after ten years it felt no different than how the battlefield used to feel with living humans shooting at you. "He told us to keep an eye out for scavenged stores and areas that could've been used as shelter. It's been a week with no contact from Scav Team, so lord knows how far they made it."

The two of you had been tasked with finding the Scavenger Team, a team of six who had gone on a mission a month prior, and lost contact a week back. With the population falling in the areas closed off, and the open areas were infested with the dead. This city was the largest unreclaimed place thus far, and losing any team was practically a death sentence.

Fingers crossed that Scav Team was alive and well.

Gaz's hand wrapped firmly around your arm, just in time to pull you out of the way of a big dead bastard. The poor guy was probably a body builder before he was turned into... this. You were thankful to be out of the things way, if not perturbed by its lack of clothing. Perhaps he was in a shower, with a lover, just staring at himself when he was turned.

It made your chest feel strange, heavy, and light at the same time to think of others having complex lives like yours. Somewhere, there is a conscious being, thinking, and planning. They have a past, present, and future, just like you. But this naked gym rat was no longer thinking about work or partners. Rather, the next thing he could rip open and eat.

You nodded your thanks to Gaz, keeping quiet with that thing so close to you.

While you were busy contemplating life and it's complexities, Gaz was focused on you. He'd always been partial to staying at your side, and it only got worse when the outbreak happened. There was too much unknown and Gaz could not handle it. What if you were hurt? What if he never saw you again?

Price had been compelled to send Ghost with you, knowing how your mind seemed to wander when you were on slow missions, but after a few days of Gaz's childish begging, the team was changed. Gaz wasn't too proud to admit that, yes, he had fallen to his knees and gripped John's desk while saying he would scrub latrines with a toothbrush. He would do it a thousand times over to make sure it was him beside you in these missions. There was no level he wouldn't stoop to.

"We need to get silencers and just-"

"We can't waste ammo." You interrupted, already reaching for your knife, "Silence is key, but we need to keep bullets. They're not exactly getting manufactured right now."

The other thing Gaz loved about you was how efficient you were. Always aiming for the head, especially now. It was mesmerizing to watch you slam your knife into the back if these things necks, severing the spinal cord and killing them quickly.

For the rest of the time, Gaz refused to let you do all the killing. Keeping you from getting surrounded was his main goal, and he only had to waste two bullets. All the same, he was glad it was him with you, making sure you stayed in one piece. As the sun disappeared behind the skyscrapers and overpasses, with the moon making her appearance, Gaz was glad to have the higher ground. Of course, after ten years of no maintenance, the overpass could easily crumble and kill you both, but he prayed it would stay.

"Gaz, look at this."

You were bent over the window of a car, a small Mazda with sparkly blue paint and velvet rims, not a combination Gaz would choose, but sure. The sign scratched into the side was clear as day to him, the Scav Team had been here. "We might as well bunk here for the night. See what the guys left and if we can follow 'em from here." He helped you through the moonroof before wiggling in himself and tugging the glass closed. It was never safe at night with those things, but it was safer than sleeping out in the open.

In the back seat was blankets and coats, four duffel bags labeled 'clothes,' 'food/water,' 'ammo,' and 'medicine.' On the floorboard was the team's dog tags, a letter, and the bunsun burner. The letter, dirty and speckled with blood, read;

Whoever comes looking, we didn't make it. Charles got ripped up, but we couldn't leave him. He ate Andes and Evan. I'm the last one, but I won't make it back with all the supplies. Andes is outside the window and Charles is trying to open the top window. No man left behind, right?

You covered your mouth as you passed the note to Gaz, tears filling your eyes. The Scav Team were dead, and this little Mazda was all they had.

"Shite..." Gaz was fighting tears himself, "Fuck..."

"What do we do?"

That was something hated about you; how easily your sad and defeated voice could make him crumble. How easily you made him feel like it was his place to comfort you.

How easily he let himself do it, "Tonight we rest, radio Price to inform him and request extra hands. In the morning, Ghost and Soap will be here, and we'll take everything back to base." Gaz leaned the driver seat back and grabbed the big blanket, tossing one side over you and the other over him.

"Until then, try not to think about anything."

[hrefna-the-raven]

New pal o' mine

Masterlist - Misc. masterlist - Horror masterlist

Needles Kane x gn!reader

Summary: This was the exact moment Sweet Tooth knew that this was love

Words: 500

Warnings: cursing, violence

Standing tall and menacing, Sweet Tooth faced off against five armed scavengers, his grip tight on the machete while a malicious grin danced hidden beneath the mask.

"This is gonna be fun!" he chuckled darkly, relishing the imminent chaos.

He leaped forward, ready to unleash his fury upon these fools but just as his blade grazed the air, a faded black car emerged from around the corner of a building, speeding towards them with a roaring engine. The driver slammed on the brakes and the car drifted towards them. Two of the scavengers got knocked away by the rear. Oooh the symphony of the tail lights shattering into endless red fragments as they touched the fragile human bodies, like a million crimson droplets of sweet blood exploding into a fine mist. Ending on a high note with their bodies crashing against the pavement, smearing a macabre sanguine masterpiece on the asphalt. It was the pure beauty of murder and for a brief moment, Sweet Tooth wondered if the driver shared his twisted passion, sending shivers down their spine and causing goosebumps to ripple across their skin too.

The car came to a stop, and the door swung open, revealing you sitting inside, cool and composed with only a devilish grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. Gripping your pistol tightly, you took aim at the remaining scavengers, who were still crying at the sudden demise of their two friends. The sound of three gunshots pierced through their screams, echoing like thunder. One by one, the scavengers slumped to the ground, dark pools of blood forming around their corpses.

"Get in", your angelic and alluring voice rang to his ears, "more scavs on the way and they're armed and fast."

This was the exact moment Sweet Tooth knew that this was love and he swore, for the fraction of a second, a large pink heart materialised behind your figure, separating you from all that just had lost its significance. Yes, his heart was beating exclusively for you now. Oh such a delicious you, like a perfect scoop of heavenly sweetness atop a flawless cone, pleasing all his senses. Just like ice cream and he sure did love that one. A deep and somber chuckle escaped his chest as he settled into the passenger seat, closing the door. His dark eyes locked onto yours, staring straight into your soul.

"Okay, new pal o' mine! You look fun and I sure like fun. Let's get this bloody show on the road."

He could feel your excitement as you handed him the pistol before revving up the engine and speeding off through the narrow streets. The smirk on your lips teased him towards the edge of the very sanity he didn't possess. He growled, scolding himself internally. This was not the time, first he had to bring blood, pain and grief to those fuckers but after...it would be time for pleasure.

"So what's your name?", he playfully nudged you, letting out a chuckle.

[psystirene]

scabs + slugcat / scab hybrid

some hcs under the cut fdhshcshc

As part of making Rain World's creatures all look like they came from similar ancestry, I try to keep everything with three toes, etc. I think another feature that is common in a lot of Rain World's species is hardened heads, usually these are derivatives of the material known as "living metal". This is what iterators are made out of. It is a living structure like skin but is tough as steel, but has a sort of high metabolic cost (partly due to its weight).

So this is mostly seen in lizards, who can afford it because they are (mostly) solo predators, efficient hunters who basically just eat and sleep (and breed presumably?).

Scavs are probably omnivores, and can't eat directly from carcasses. Over time their living metal components devolved into a more natural sort of carapace, keratin-type structure, which forms the "mask" of the scavs. Probably also teeth and such.

Basically spear-defying lizard heads, dark scav heads & horns, and vulture masks are all derived from the same thing (= the Ancients obsession with masks /hj)

Other fun fact headcanons: - Scavengers have a primordial pouch (think the glob of fat over a cat's stomach. It's for protection) - Scav quills rattle to make a rustling-esque sound and are used as part of body language. - Scavs can vocalize but it sounds really dumb. I'm imagining deer sounds. Please listened to deer sounds. - Scavs do not have external ears, but they have ear holes under where their masks end.

Also realistically slugcats and scavengers could not have a hybrid baby, but I was asked by Kip what I thought it would be like and what I came out with is, basically, a fuzzier slug with ears farther to the sides, more upper body & arm strength, stubbier tail, and probably less pipe mobility but the ability to jump from pole to pole (yippee!!)