#Friends OC: Deimos

[shebbart]

Full Range of Emotion

[ID: Chibis of all members of SpectrumAU. Row 1: Passion, Happiness, Fear, Sadness. Row 2: Logic, Love, Memory, and Kiwi. End ID]

[megsdoodletag]

Oops second ask related to your au. What do fulgrim and ferrus get up too in their down time? Hehehe.

Im imagining konrad falling from a hole in the ceiling mouth stuffed full of gigantic rats landing right in the middle some celebratory luncheon that malcador has tried to organise.

never apologize for oc/personal au asks this is like me catnip.

going to do these backwards:

this sounds completely plausible (konrad does pop up in places he is absolutely not supposed to be frequently and with great enthusiasm)

except malc isn’t around (yet). however, there is another hooded perpetual with weirdly strong psychic powers wandering the palace. this isn’t great for emp’s mental state but who said any of this was great for emp’s mental state.

now that first question. the short answer is ferrus and fulgrim at least start the au by being firmly On Vacation

ferrus and fulgrim, once they’ve spent some time working things out between themselves generally just kinda. hang around? they’re slowly working on undoing the damage they did to their respective legions, kind of leading the charge for emotional rehab here like ‘ok there’s got to be a way to learn these lessons without Dying Horribly. right.’ they are preoccupied with this for much of the plot, in part because unlike most of the other Primarchs, Fulgrim in particular (and Ferrus by virtue of sticking close by to him) is Not Allowed to interact with Juno. At All.* (*until she’s older). In fact he’s top of The List (which is a thing that does exist). (this could be the subject of a whole nother post however, so i digress)

Fulgrim is actually quite upset by this; he’s put some degree of effort into repairing his relationship with Ferrus, and wishes gman would afford him the same opportunity. gman said i don’t owe u shit, which he’s right about, and though fulgrim understands this that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. especially when it means he’s effectively out of the running for ‘baby niece’s favoritestest coolest most spoil you rotten uncle’ like forever (don’t feel too bad fulgrim. you’ll never guess who juno’s favorite is. none of you ever stood a chance.)

luckily fulgrim has other children to occupy his time.

N’kari was really important to fulgrim post-fall, as a touchstone and companion. The two were still very close even though they had not seen each other for some time at the start of this au, so when N’kari has an unsanctioned hybrid clutch with a khornate daemon and is panicking about it he goes straight to his bestie who uses his imperial-green-card-by-marriage to shelter him from the two angered deities.

So aside from their legions, Fulgrim and Ferrus’ downtime is largely occupied with assisting N’kari and Skarbrand raise their menace twin girls: Deimos and Phobos! They are somewhere between 7-10 years younger than Juno, and idolize her greatly, though she mostly knows them as these annoying kids who follow her around while she’s exploring the warp in her early twenties. Anyway that’s where all of Fulgrim’s ‘childless lesbian double income auntie at christmas’ energy goes; he spoils those brats rotten.

[benzoslayer]

@wazzappp :)

And others sketches!

[iexistapparantly]

Aim a little to the right next time

[deimosbreakfrost]

R.I.P Patrick Grohl, you would loved Dude Bro party Massacre lll

(Cw/tw: Blood/Violence)

Extras:

So, This guy is Patrick Grohl. He's a Brazilian whose half Italian (JUST LIKE ME FR!!😭😭) and probably have huge chances of being a bear.... I guess, probably like me too

He's a reference to the offspring and Patrick Stump from fob

Anyways, I fucking love the color palettes that I gave to him (the normal one, he is like this in here because of the lighting/filters) and dude, as the same as the other fat guys I drawed to tup/kayf, yeah and I just NEED hug a guy that looks like him oh Lord (I'm delusional)

Btw tagging some of my mutuals to idk summon them😍😍

@thymosnova @littlegoblininyourshoe @saccgiriangel

[veevadoovee]

Frida's ref

Left outfit was when she still worked at AAHW, then right is when she ditched the agency, also her current look. (She hates wearing pants) (2nd image is alt, i just wanted to see her with those shades :3)

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

“But an echo of a person is not a person at all and the memory of a memory is a light at the end of a never ending tunnel. We can never go back to who we once were.”

-the memory of a memory, Katie Maria

[scaryast]

sketches because I forget to post anythig here dont worry there will be silly sooon

oh and axzen! (woaha madcom oc holy shitt)

free draw hank!

@syl16 eheehheehehhe

[r6-unifiedlands]

The Confrontation

[Remington "Espion" Harmonics & Gerald "Deimos" Morris]

Summary: Finding out that your uncle took the lives of your boss and your parents sucks. What's even worse is that after all this time, Espion still couldn't help but miss him as someone she'd dearly seek comfort from.

A/N: My friends on Discord horrifiedly watched me on VC every day, late night to morning to write this

Reth couldn’t sleep.

Ever since Deimos’ capture, she’d been watching the interrogation process from behind the glass, along with Sebastien and Gustave. It was the usual matter of Eliza trying to pry off the lid of the former Rainbow agent, and the other would avoid telling her.

 There were times when another operator barged into the room – weapon in hand, to kill this man – but got stopped by other operators.

For herself, she didn’t know how to process this newfound information.

Gerald “Deimos” Morris was the one who killed her parents.

It’s tiring. Her brain felt like short-circuiting, but she kept trying to pay attention to the ongoing attempt to squeeze out the needed information. However, the information dripped slowly from the current situation, and Rainbow had limited time to keep him for long.

Not much progress had been made. The Rainbow’s unwearable patience was currently being tested. And most importantly, Deimos’ existence in this base felt like a drop of lethal poison in a drinkable water source.

Emil and Jamie became restless, Kana couldn’t even stay still, Julien was struggling to keep himself from breaking his promise to Gustave about keeping the criminal alive, and more.

She didn’t want to think any longer. She craved a place she could call home once again.

[The previous place she once called home was gone a long time ago.]

A click of a tongue snapped her from delving too deep into her dark mind, and she saw Eliza strutted out of the interrogation room. Another failed attempt of the interrogation. Reth wondered why they didn’t bring Taina into the room before remembering the demise of her victims after the end of her interrogation.

“Put him back in his cell,” there was a pause in her sentence, “while I’ll dig more into his background.”

The other two men cussed in their mother language. “At this rate, we’ll lose our source of info.” Gustave gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what to do at this point. We tried a lot of tactics, and he doesn’t budge ‘til this point.”

She couldn’t keep up with the rest of the conversation. Her mind was afloat, detached from her own body. None of her attempts to refocus were successful.

Instead, she saw another figure in her stead of controlling her body. 

Someone that looked like her, but was dressed in her Nighthaven R&D uniform. Her hair was tied into a small bun, and the supposed Nighthaven emblem was ripped off, leaving an uneven patch.

She watched as her body moved on its own, using the current frustration of the other operators as a cover to approach the interrogation room’s mic and turn it on.

“Uncle Gerald. It’s been a while.”

Those two words worked like a charm. Deimos’s cocky expression was replaced with a more surprised look, knuckles turning white by how hard he squeezed them. The rest of the operators stopped their quarrel and stared at her with mouth agape.

Her tone was almost devoid of life. Almost.

Deimos adjusted his seating, now facing the one-way glass. “You’re supposed to rest, sweetpea. I know you’re currently recovering from your injuries.”

Sweetpea. The nickname that his uncle gave to her when she was little. When both he and her father were close to each other. 

Her teeth clacked together, anger in her eyes. “After all this time, you still call me that,” her breath became more ragged, “after you took my parents away. Taking my dreams away. My brother had to let go of his dream of becoming a rocket engineer, and we had to survive with their insurance money.”

“I had to work as a weapon engineer in my father’s stead. I studied so I could get more chances to be accepted into higher-paying jobs. I put myself on the line in the military so I get a sense of purpose in life.” Reth let out a breathy laugh. “I flew myself too close to the sun on purpose to seek something other than this pang of guilt in my chest. All because you took the only thing that could keep me grounded and safe.”

Despite her body being tugged by the older operators, she didn’t budge. Her eyes were fixated on the man in an orange jumpsuit. The prisoner of this place.

A sob escaped from her lips. “At least,” she whispered, “tell me what my father’s last words were. I wanted to hear his words one last time.”

Deimos' hardened face softened, and he leaned back onto his folded chair. Silver handcuffs glint under the fluorescent light. His expression now looked more like that of his old uncle whom his father had gently scolded because he fed them pea snacks outside the scheduled mealtime.

“He wasn’t supposed to die.” He started, and Gustave quickly set up a voice recorder to contain the self-confession. “Keres Legion was trying to reactivate Rainbow, and they needed a switch. So they targeted someone that could be bait for it. Ivan Kovalyov was the perfect candidate for it.”

“I put together a plan. It took me weeks because I didn’t want Ivan to die on me, but I perfected it. Your family wouldn’t get harmed, but the casualties would be enough to satisfy the group.” He bit his lips, dark eyes now looking down to the ground. “I forgot that Ivan was the most selfless person in Rainbow. He wouldn’t fall onto the safety net I gave him.”

[The gas canisters were planted in several hidden spots, strategically placed to fill the stadium within a short amount of time. His undercover, disposable crew helped him with his whole plan without knowing there was a small air pocket being left out in the crowd.

Deimos didn’t wear his mask to make himself blend better with the civilians. Kids were running around the bleachers to get their seats while the adults were purchasing food or souvenirs.

Too bad most of them would be part of the casualties.

The security guard’s uniform fit him perfectly, with his fake ID card displayed right in the pocket. He still pulled down the cap to cover his face, though. Old habit dies hard, or something like that.

Should he recheck the canisters? He could’ve asked others, but he’s not sure if they would do their job properly or–

“Excuse me, can you help me locate this seat?”

It was a familiar, warm voice, laced with the signature thick Russian accent on the top that made his head snap its way towards the voice’s direction almost instantly. Deimos’ dark eyes widened. 

Ivan Kovalyov. The supposed target. His old friend whom he’d still cared for to this day.

It took him all of his willpower not to drag him away from the incoming chaos of the place. “I…could try.” Deimos stared at a piece of paper the man was currently holding. “I’m unfortunately a security guard, but I could help ya with this.”

The other man froze in his tracks, the greenish-blue eyes glued to him.  “Repeat that again?” He asked, leaning closer to him. Deimos internally cussed to himself.

Ivan always paid attention to people’s voices and accents.

“Did I do something wrong?” He forced his voice to squeak in a high-pitched tune, and it felt like a lump clogged his throat.

‘Gerald’ would never squeak like this, and he hoped this would throw the Russian man off his trail.

Ivan blinked, before backing away from him. “Apologies, I was…” he sighed. “I didn’t take my meds today. I thought you were my old partner.”

Partner. His chest tightened and felt like it was about to burst out, but he prevented himself from doing anything stupid using the little willpower he had left.

Deimos took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Calm down. “Don’t worry, sir. People have been saying I have a very recognizable face.” His tone was higher than the usual baritone one, expression beaming with a wide smile, too wide for his taste. God, his face would cramp the next day. “Do you still want the direction? I can ask my friend to cover up for me.”

The Russian gave him a small smile. “Ah, American hospitality. Good to know they exist!” The passive-aggressive comment made him laugh. Good to hear his voice, still. The same warmth in every word contrasted with the cold exterior during their times in Rainbow and until now.

He wished they could stay like this forever.]

It was the first time Rainbow got a major breakthrough about Keres Legion. The planned assassination of a former Rainbow operator, their past motive, and even how they carried the plan. They never expected to get this information without having to use any force. Ash and Sebastien scrambled in and out of the interrogation room, looking around the archives to verify the claims.

Listening to his uncle’s voice also helped Reth ground herself up. Soothing baritone, the same one when he sang lullabies from his hometown to her and Polar.

Deimos stared at the glass – right through the youngest operator’s soul. “At that point, I was ready to execute my plan. To get this over with.” He fidgeted his thumbs. “But I want him to enjoy his time watching you, even if I have to keep postponing the time.”

“You know you wouldn’t be placed in that situation if you didn’t join Keres Legion in the first place.”

A fist slammed onto the table, making the young operator’s heart jump from her chest to the throat. “Staying in Rainbow would be worse.” He growled.

She’s not going to be intimidated by this man. Not this time.

“Did you know how bad my father coped with your fucking shenanigan?!” She slammed her fist onto the glass barrier, and that made Deimos cringe a bit. “He couldn’t sleep, ate far less, and almost died during most of his missions until the time Rainbow got disbanded. He dug too deep, making deals with multiple PMCs to try and track you down. Meds and your jacket that you never picked up from our house were his only solace in getting at least a shuteye.”

Deimos remained silent. Both of them knew he wouldn’t say anymore today.

Unless…

“Fine, have it your way.” She backed away from the mic, purposely letting the mic on. “Doc, mind telling me the next mission? Or should I ask Cav for it?”

A sharp gasp came out from Gustave. “Non, you’re still recovering–”

The young operator slipped her hand into her chest pocket and pulled out her phone. “Oh, no need. Zero would probably help me with training. Maybe I can negotiate my way with Cav if I did well on it.” Her fingers danced across the screen of her phone as she typed a short message, Mr Fisher’s phone number displayed above it.

“Mon ami, you’ll get in danger once again–”

“I’ve done my physical therapy, Doc. You were there when the hospital let me return to my duty.” A soft chime came out from her phone, and she gave him a shit-eating grin. “I couldn’t just stay here and sit on my ass. I gotta go do my duty as a soldier.”

Her statement wasn’t for Gustave. It was for the one behind the glass, eyes now widened in slight horror.

She’s waiting for what he’d do later on.

————————————

“He asked me to get him involved in our field operations in exchange for more information.”

Jordan clutched his head, pulling his hair out. “No. Fuck no.” He growled, hatred in his eyes. “He almost crippled me, ‘Liza. He fucked up our assets. We lost multiple recruits in Korea because of him!!”

Taina raised her hand. “It’d be better to pull the whole operation from the root down, Trace. You don’t cut the leaves to make weeds disappear.”

“Agreed with Ms Pereira,” Gustave added, “we should make use of this chance to get more intel. We got a breakthrough this week, and we will spend it wisely.”

“This is the first time I disagree with you, Gustave.” Yumiko crosses her arms. “His presence in this base is already impacting Rainbow’s morale. Remember the last time Kana managed to slip past our defenses and attempted to murder Deimos? Emil has been wandering around the hallway like a ghost already.”

The team leaders sighed out loud. Once again, they’re in the middle of an impasse.

Jordan glanced at Jamie, furrowing his eyebrows. “James, waddaya think? You’re the one who knows him personally.”

Reth and Jamie were unfortunately dragged into this meeting as soon as the news of them being somehow related to Deimos came out. So far, only a handful of people know this fact. Limiting access to the information was mainly for the siblings’ safety, especially those who had a grudge against the detained man.

“God, Jordan, you would be disappointed in me.” He gently nudged at Reth. “She’s the second closest one after Pa. I’m not that close to him.”

All eyes went straight to the young operator, expecting her to say something about the matter. She didn’t like the feeling of pressure on her. 

“Well, he’s my godfather.” She tucked her hands onto her thighs. “My father wanted his daughters to have someone that we could look up to, and Uncle Gerald was his closest bud during that time. Really, really close buddies.”

“He visited us a lot, went to family holidays together, and even took care of us when he was on solo missions and mother was outside town. He taught me circuits and stuff related to electrical when I was around… six? Seven?” She let out a hum. “At that point, I saw him as a parent. Another family figure. Thus, the name ‘uncle’ came out.”

“James wasn’t close to him. At least, not as close as me.” Her eyes glanced at the taller operator beside her. “Still, Uncle Gerald tried to be close to him. I remembered him getting James some books about applied physics on one of his birthdays. He’s like a stepdad who was trying to get his new stepkids to like him.”

A gloved hand nestled onto her messy hair, and Reth tilted her head upwards to see Seb's familiar neatly trimmed beard. His gentle scalp scratches made her purr. “I have an idea now that we have his relatives.”

Gustave raised one of his eyebrows. “Go on.”

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Reth couldn’t sleep. Again.

Lack of sleep had its consequences. Gustave had warned her multiple times, but she kept ignoring him. In exchange, her hyperawareness to her surroundings has increased tenfold.

The atmosphere was too humid. Oxygen in the air wasn’t enough. The fluorescent light made the room too hot. She could feel her own throat tightened as if her own body wanted her to suffocate.

Calm down, Espion. Sebastien’s plan came first after her own need.

Her trembling hand held onto a cup of black coffee, pushing her focus onto the comfortable warmth of the mug. Sipping the dark liquid, the bitter yet robust taste filled her mouth and snapped her out of the tiredness for now.

Door creaked open. Shuffles of footsteps. Chair shifted away a bit. Breathing noise.

“...It’s been a while, sweetpea.”

Familiar deep voice lulled the young operator away from the discomfort around her, with the same soft tone he would use whenever she threw a meltdown tantrum during her childhood. She could hear the smile in his expression. A genuine one, she hoped.

She put down the mug on the table and finally took a good look at the man right in front of her.

Deimos, now sitting down across her. Smiling warmly at her.

As if he didn’t kill her parents and her boss.

Deep breaths, Espion.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” She hid her hands under the table, now trembling from the brink of exhaustion. “Did Ash treat you well? I think Rainbow’s containment cell is still humane enough.”

“They provided me with a couple of my favourite Russian poetry books. Good to spend my time reading them.” He tapped the plastic table in a rhythmic pattern. Dark eyes remained sharp. “But I know you’re not here for idle chat. Especially since the last time we’ve met.”

Of course this man knew the motive. Ever since that situation, Eliza kept Reth away from the area. Might be out of fear, or maybe because he could use her to negotiate his way out. Her sudden appearance here would be for something.

To be honest, she wasn’t so sure about Sebastien’s idea. Using her as a so-called ‘bait’ to extract more information on his motive and upcoming plans. And most importantly, the Keres Legion itself. Deimos wasn’t that stupid.

She yawned while keeping her mouth closed and exhaled it out of her nostrils. “I’m just asking a bit of questions, personally made by me.”

“Uh-huh. And they talked you out for this?” He squinted, unconvinced.

“Coming here on my own will.” Fuck, her consciousness was slowly dipping out. “Let’s get this over quickly. I still have a bunch of paperwork to fill.”

Deimos hummed a bit. Something was in his mind. “If the papers are related to Rainbow’s self-report on personal damage, you’d get compensation for the injuries.” His feet lifted up and settled down on the edge of the table. “I hate Rainbow, but this organization gives fair pay and has its own life insurance.”

“First, the compensation money was spent on my whole recovery. I was planning on filling the mission one, actually.” Reth glanced at the one-way glass barrier, smiling at the people on the other side. “It’s a soldier’s duty to save lives. And I’m a soldier myself.”

The calm expression in the former Rainbow operator changed, replaced with irritation. “Soldiers have their time to retreat after a failed mission.”

“Like the time you put me into a coma?” Dominic’s blunt and sarcastic influence on her came out. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to do.”

Nothing beats the satisfaction of seeing the supposed enemy flinched, hurt written all over his expression. She sneered, pushing herself back onto her seat, as silence grew between both of them.

[Comatose wasn’t a fun experience. During that state, she could still listen to the people beside her bed. From Mr Fisher’s weekly visit to tell her about Jamie’s condition, to Gustave checking her vitals and aiding the medical workers to see if they did what he’d told them before.

The constant beeps and whirrs of multiple support machines were the ones that kept her mind intact when people weren’t talking around her.

The silence was the malicious accomplice of her flashbacks.]

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but seemed to hesitate. “...At least,” Deimos’s voice broke the layers of ice between them, his voice now softer than usual. A small hiccup came out of his mouth. "Let me protect you all, like Ivan’s final wish.”

“...Huh?”

Another silence filled the room. This time, it wasn’t because of the other’s lack of cooperation or hostile tension between them.

Right in front of her, the ‘Deimos’ persona seemed to melt away. Like an iceberg chipped away with a small chisel and leaving trails of puddles. Sunlight passed through the clear ice, creating a familiar pillar of light that radiated warmth.

That’s how she felt when she saw his uncle, vulnerable right in front of her. Pleading at her to fulfil her father’s last wish. To let him return to their remaining family.

Her lips trembled. Her whole body shook visibly. Exhaustion has finally caught up to her, whether she liked it or not.

“...I’m tired, Uncle Gerald.” She squeaked out. Warm tears trailed down her puffy red cheeks. “Because of you, I lost a place called home. Because of you, all of us had to go our separate ways to thread our own paths. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing myself back into the chaos that happened that day. To see my father’s body in the middle of that stadium’s grass field.”

[His body was cold when she finally found him. She was too late.

Young Remington screamed at the sky, and her small body tried to drag her father’s massive physique. Was this because she had beaten those American kids on the track? Was this because God wanted her not to throw more meltdown tantrums? What did she do wrong to make God hate her??

She prayed. She promised to be kind to her classmates who pushed her around. To eat her vegetables without gagging. To hold back her tantrums. All for a miracle.

No matter how loud her screams and prayers were, her father remained limp on her body, dragged away to safety by his own daughter.]

“I wish,” Reth’s voice now barely a whisper, her consciousness slipping out, “you were there when I needed you.”

“I missed your warm hugs. I missed you.”

At this point, her hyperawareness was almost nonexistent. All she could feel was the dark spots dancing in her sight, and her body grew heavier, refusing to budge from the seat. She didn’t notice the sound of the chair skidding against the floor and a pair of light footsteps moving toward her.

Warm fingers gently touched her reddened cheeks, wiping off her tears. “I’m here now, sweetpea.” Deimos softly cooed. “Do you wanna take a nap, kiddo? I can try hugging you while you’re asleep.”

It only took her a small nod for him to smile — the same smile he had when she was still under his care.

[Jamie was about to burst into the room and grab his sister, but Sebastien pulled him aside to calm him down. The Canadian felt that if he disrupted their moment, Deimos would rip open a new hell in Rainbow. Currently, the only thing that seemed to keep the former operator from doing exactly that was the petite woman wrapped in his embrace, quietly snoring her exhaustion away.

Choosing her to do the interview was a good idea.]

[hardshelltacos]

Oh hey a doodle

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

Well, the Sundering rp group unfortunately has come to an end & with it some ships and character dynamics that I'm definitely gonna miss. Wish we could have finished all the stories we had planned and talked about, but I guess that's life </3

I have like a bazillion things of this ship I ended up making w KA and another users character(well, the definition of "their character" is dubious, but thats drama for another day) and mannnn, I'm gonna miss that. You cant ever really recreate the same dynamic n story beats organically. It's always gonna stay this unfinished story with unfulfilled potential and all these different paths it couldve gone down that will never be explored...

But at least maybe I'll stop drawing KA without their helmet so much now lol.

I quite liked some of them so I'm just gonna dump a bunch of em under the cut now, thank u. A few non-ship things before that, but for most parts the cool standalone art Ive already posted before.

[shebbart]

Shrinky dinks

[deimosbreakfrost]

DORRITO😻😻

DRAW DONNIE (that guy that I showed you) IN A BURRITO

Bro is low key a burrito

[chronicler-of-narrative]

So, On-Lyne, huh?

Let's be honest here, they're actually an incredibly cool system. If there's one thing I like about DE is how they spice up stale systems. Like how Poe and Fortuna paved the way for Deimos and Duviri, the technocyte Coda seem to be doing the same for the lich system (especially considering how they dont seem to have any weapons).

While lightly disappointing because they have set identities unlike the very oc-friendly randomness of liches and sisters, its still basically the most hype part of the 1999 update for me.

However, praise aside, I also wanted to do some light speculatuon on their story and personalities, and specifically, why I think they weren't always infested.

Now, look, ik they look weird conceptually, being likened to fortnite skins by some, but I think that is mostly just foreshadowing. To me, they look like digital avatars, which considering their name is quite literally On-Lyne and all of the internet imagery in the 1999 promotional videos and ads seems to support this. Now, this is actually really important because if they are digital avatars of real people (as I suspect), then that sets up the main theme of their story: Appearances.

This is why I think they're not some infested psyop but rather started out normally, before being overtaken. Because at the end of the day, Warframe's stories are deep in the most batshit way possible. DE aren't afraid to use the mighty Allegory for their stories, and I think this is what they're doing here. The infestation is On-Lyne's Monkey Paw, being either a wish-come-true or a punishment, or both.

This, imo, is most evident with Zeke. After all, we literally hear him talking about how "if management gives him one more passive aggressive comment, he's gonna snap", which to me tells me that Zeke probably isn't able to endure the price of being famous. This, combined with a transcription of the infested writing on their fanpage I received from a friend, tells us what the Infestation has done for Zeke. "Zeke hungers to unmake himself" and calling him "Fleshskin" to me sound like Zeke seeking to become acceptable to the band at the cost of himself. As in, to literally martyr himself, to become the band's skin and remove the part of himseld that can't stand the pressure, becoming in the proccess an empty shell, a skin-suit, if you will.

For the others, we know a little less, so imma just summarize my theories on them :

-Hardrive's the one who spreads the infestation, the infection mechanism. But by the...unflattering language the hivemind uses to describe him unlike the others, what i get is hes trying to escape the infestation, escape the life of fame, but in doing so is only falling deeper into the very thing he's trying to get away from.

-Packet's the tactician of the group. Different from Drillbit in the fact that hes directly responsible for unity within the group. I mean, "Soothes the dissident voices" doesnt get more explicit than that. Its weird how hes the most "fresh". To me it sounds like he may have had a hand in unleashing the infestation on the group in some attempt to keep them from having a falling out, and is now in charge of keeping the whole hivemind together after being the last one to be consumed.

-Drillbit is the guide of the group. Especially with the brain and larynx lines, sounds to me like he was the second-in-command to Zeke who always wanted to be the face of the band but couldn't with Zeke in the way.

-Dj RoM is a little hard to figure out, but to me he sounds like the group hedonist. He doesn't question whats going on, hes just there to have a good time and might even be the most accepting of the infestation. Especially considering how it directly mentions how his 'palpatations reverberate' while the band is 'digesting' which may imply hes actually enjoying it.

So yea, these basically it. If im wrong, feel more than free to share your ideas. After all, this is just speculation, but to me it seems very fitting from a narrative perspective.

[shinewerst]

Here I will leave some of my thoughts, guesses and headcanons. Some of them may be stupid and unreasonable, but I will share them with you anyway.

I've noticed that a lot of people headcanon Earth and Moon or Earth and Venus as siblings. And I partially agree with this. But here are my thoughts on this matter: They are celestial bodies and they do not have siblings in the usual sense, but since they live for a very long time, over billions of years of being close to each other, they can develop family feelings for each other. But only if they are always close. Therefore, most often this occurs between a planet and its moons or between several moons of one planet. This is unlikely to happen between planets, since each of them is in its own orbit, perhaps double planets are an exception. Therefore, I headcanon the Moon and Earth as brothers, Phobos and Deimos too, and Mars as their guardian. (Earth and Venus may be somehow connected, but not family) It's more difficult with gas giants. I believe that when their moons are too numerous and constantly increasing in number, they stop keeping track of them and treat them more like decorations. But Idk.

In the Solar System, having life is supposedly cool and the Earth is proud of it, Venus dreams of it, etc. but it seems to me that in other systems the attitude towards this may be different. For example, I have an oc exoplanet and in her home system this was not considered something cool. They literally treated it like lice lol.

Planets/stars/satellites do not speak any of the earth’s languages, but their own. But different systems have something like their own accents and dialects. So my oc speaks a little differently from them.

In different parts of the universe, the appearance of the planets changes and what the planets will look like usually depends on the star (I'm talking specifically about planethumans).

For the planet/star and satellites, love is something deeper than for earthlings. This is very strong, sensual.

I also noticed how in many fanfictions characters call Proto-Earth that way. But it seems to me that the term “Proto-Earth” itself appeared after his death, namely the collision with Theia and the appearance of the “new Earth”. Before that, everyone simply called him Earth.

Each of them has its own axis tilt, right? They don't really follow it, especially in the planethumans format, so I made a headcanon about them sleeping on their slants. So, Venus sleeps upside down, huh?

The Earth speaks all earthly languages and knows the stages of evolution of almost every creature on his surface, although sometimes he himself may be confused about this. His past memories are slowly fading. He does not remember how he and the Moon appeared, he does not remember that there could have been life on Venus before. I imagine him periodically reading a book about dinosaurs because he doesn't want to forget about them.

I like to think that Mars used to be a bad-tempered asshole, but Earth doesn't remember that. Mars himself does not want to remember this at all, since he has already grown out of it.

Probably the Earth became the way we see him because of humans. Perhaps he was different before. I imagine him as a sweet and kind planet who does his best to care for his friends and his little brother. But when he changed, Luna continued to love him like a brother and care for him in return.

Earth usually tells others only the good side of earthlings, but usually he complains to the Moon about how much he is hurt, about how they are starting another war and doing other terrible things. Therefore, the Moon is much more tolerant of the Earth; he must be the only one who knows how hard it is for him.

Venus is jealous of the Earth and everyone has already understood this. I like to think that Venus, after losing life on its surface, feels the need to protect Earth and its inhabitants.

Luna is aroace. Just because for some reason it seems to me that dating someone just doesn’t suit him.

That's all for now. Maybe I'll create a second part cause I might have forgotten something :p

[deimosbreakfrost]

this is how im gonna hold ur ocs

"eu não sou uma pelúcia não, doido"

(the one holding him is @the-passer-outer's oc, Damien)

I drawed you/your oc holding Andy because you sended me this ask when I posted him.

Btw, do you fw with like.. Damien x Andy-