#Oh and just Look at that little proboscis!!!

[pondscummushroom]

What a handsome little guy <3

[salamispots]

watched alien romulus, liked it, spoilers below :0

I...liked it? like there were some really nice things about it, like the opening scenes of the movie/maybe first half? and then idk the parts where they start interacting with the xenomorphs themselves didn't really feel that tense

-I DID really like the demon baby scene/buildup a lot

-like going down the ladder to find this normal sized baby and watching the foot/hand prints get larger and larger and the first reveal they show you is this weird thing crouching in the shadows and when it steps out it's like o H D:

-andy going up to the sister and when he turns around it's like all the sound cuts out and it took my brain a couple seconds to figure out what I was looking at but oufughdhgfjhg creepy very very good

-ALSO A+ for andy's dad jokes :'D and acting

-the characters are all young looking (not necessarily bad?) but they weren't as compelling compared to others in other movies

-sound design at the beginning when you're settling in is really nice, esp. when they're taking off to space; set design too is gorgeous

-the scene where they first enter the ship and somebody throws a flare/the camera tilts is neat haha

-the little slip in of david's theme/music when the other android's talking about the black goo goOD

-hmmm thinking about it or maybe just me imagining the gore/body horror scenes (for the most part) felt kinda held back? (not talking about the uh wall vagina egg or the xenomorph aspects haha)

-like the scene where the wall egg is dripping blood on the guy

-I think what makes me fond of prometheus and covenant is the fact that they run around on these weird/dead planets and the whole thing with the engineers

-noticed similarities/mashups from the other movies in this one which isn't necessarily bad but it did break immersion a little or made me like 'oh! third act pregnancy like prometheus or a cargo hold battle sort of like covenant, or alien resurrection where the alien gets sucked out into space through that tiny hole

-idk how I feel about the offspring design, will need to watch/see it again; it's a little goofy hahah (again not a bad thing) but I do like that they have the engineer/marble statue alien face and how the hips were a bit off/twisted

-the part where it was grinning was creepy; also when it was hovering over the sister with the mouth retracting I thought they were gonna do a very strange/fucked up version of breastfeeding but it doesn't look like they did? or at least couldn't tell

-edit: oH according to reddit it did happen dfghjf plus they mentioned when she draws her hand of her shirt with weird goo on it

-also slappy slimy facehugger proboscis >:'D

-some of the action scenes reminded me a little of the alien movie that had the underwater alien fight scenes haha

-will need to rewatch in general (movie theatre audio/words getting eaten up in the sound + no subtitles) it's good but I think covenant and prometheus still win out for me

edit: this also makes me wanna go back and watch the movies in chronological or timeline order haha

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Survival

I got into 'humans are deathworlders'/'human are space orks'✨✨✨ and I would really like it if the only human was Virgil and at first they are against him but then they realize that he is just a misunderstood sweetheart🤔 I don't mind if he was put on the ship by someone as a crew member or if he was rescued or something alse🙂but it would be cute if Virgil was short for a human🤭 and things like flexibility to get into small spaces and other things that are in the community about deathworlders'🤩 – anon

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Warnings: discussions about anxiety, some anti-human sentiments

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2084

"My antennae are vibrating," Janus announces, popping out of nowhere to sit next to Remus, who chirps in alarm, "what are we talking about?" "The human's ability to crawl inside the engine ducts." Janus's antennae turn a vibrant shade of blue. "The human did what now?"

"Have you seen them yet?"

"Xerxus—don't do that, Re," Roman grumbles, his mandible clicking against the glass, "you almost made me spill!"

Remus shuffles into the seat next to him, eyestalks roaming around the cafeteria. Roman sighs and pats his spawn mate on the shoulder. "They managed to get into the engine ducts yesterday and now nowhere feels safe."

Roman sighs. "Just because they were poking around the engine ducts doesn't mean they didn't have a reason for it. They're not you, they don't just do things—"

"No, no, no, I don't mean they were in the area of the engine ducts, I mean they were inside them."

Roman blinks with all seven eyes. "You're telling me the human managed to fit inside there? But the ducts aren't even wide enough to accommodate a new hatch, what do you mean—"

"Look, all I know is that one ribec I'm looking at a human standing in front of a vent, and the next, their little shoe is disappearing into that hunk of metal and they're scrambling out the other side mumbling about filtration issues." Remus chitters as he grabs a plate of standard rations. "I'm telling you, I thought the whole death world thing was overhyped at first, but now—"

"Shh!" Roman's eyestalks dart around the room. "You know we're not supposed to say that!"

"What the krik else are we supposed to say? Their planet isn't tidally locked, it's fucking tilted, and their axis precesses? No, Ro, that's a death world."

"I know that, but we can't say that!"

"Are you talking about the human?"

Both of them jerk when Logan comes to sit next to them. He sighs, pressing a button on his control suit to decrease the pressure around his torso as he sits. His gloves whirr in response and he's able to pick up the spoon without much difficulty.

"Hey, Lo. Did the updates go well?"

"Yes, thankfully the spaceport had a non-Newtonian section for their replacement parts and I was able to find the proper regulator. But Roman, I presume Remus has informed you about the…experience in the engine room?"

"So it's true, then?"

Remus smacks him. "Hey! I'm not Janus, I wouldn't lie to you!"

"My antennae are vibrating," Janus announces, popping out of nowhere to sit next to Remus, who chirps in alarm, "what are we talking about?"

"The human's ability to crawl inside the engine ducts."

Janus's antennae turn a vibrant shade of blue. "The human did what now?"

"It's true!" Logan nods along as Remus chitters. "They were just there one moment and then they just went inside like it was nothing. I don't know how they're still alive, the lack of air flow alone would put any of us out of commission, how did they—"

"You're assuming any of us could even fit. My suit won't let me enter a space less that the diameter of my torso, and Janus—"

"Oh, you wouldn't catch me in there in stasis or movement." Janus sips through a proboscis. "Not that I'm eager to test it out."

Roman sighs. "Regardless of how impressed we are with the human's abilities—"

"Impressed is a strong word."

"Who's impressed by something that terrifying?"

"I'm not sure I'd go that far."

"Regardless of how impressed we are," he repeats, eyestalks glaring at the three of them, "it's not our place to call their planet a death world. That's not fair to them, they didn't have a choice as to what they were born as."

"No, they just took all the freaky adaptations and evolutions that come from said death world and make them our problem." Janus shudders and his carapace clicks. "I still remember the time I saw them in the lab with the lights off. It was like looking into the maw of a Rashan Giant and having it tell you it wasn't going to eat you. Since when do they have night vision too?"

"There was probably enough light for them to see by—"

"That's worse! You get how that's worse, right? If they can just see in the dark, then they can see in the dark, but if there's an ambiguous amount of light that they can see by, then how are we supposed to know what it is?"

"And don't get me started on their memory. The Captain said two things in their whole orientation tour about the quark spin reader and they remembered it last cycle when it needed to be recalibrated. I don't even want to know what else they remember from all of the scuttlebutt that they hear."

"Alright, that's a little ridiculous." Logan's face shield lowers so he can take a slurp. "It's not like they're plotting to use all of the information they're gathering about the crew's personal lives to plan some nefarious scheme."

"Oh, so you'd feel comfortable with them knowing what the settings on your regulator are? You're fine with them knowing things about your brood?"

"Okay, wait, more species than humans have good memories, Janny. Are you—" Remus's eyestalks flutter around Janus's face— "is there something you're not telling us about how you feel about humans?"

Janus's carapace rattles. He turns and glances around. Luckily the cafeteria is still mostly empty and none of the other tables are close enough to hear them. He sighs. "Look, you know how I am about predator species. It's—I'm not—I'm trying to be better, but humans—humans just really freak me out."

"That's not a reason to be a bigot about it."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I just—" he rubs his antennae as they turn yellow again— "it just freaks me out and I don't know what to do about it."

One of Roman's eyestalks catches movement and he swivels it to see the human walking in. He elbows Remus, who looks too, and promptly holds up a hand.

"Virgil! Come eat with us!"

"What is wrong with you," Janus hisses under his breath as the human tilts their head, shrugs, and carries a ration tray over. "Uh—hi. Virgil, right?"

"Mhm." The human sits next to Logan—well, a chair over from Logan, right in front of Roman. "Hi. Uh, I don't know if we've met."

"Janus. And you know—"

"Logan, Roman, Remus, yeah." He picks up the cup of caf and sips it. "Thanks for, uh, letting me sit."

"We're all crew," Logan says diplomatically.

They eat in silence for a few ribecs. Then Virgil coughs. "Um, don't let me interrupt whatever was going on. I'm just—I'm not really good at conversation."

"Really?" Remus chitters. "Aren't humans social species?"

"Remus," Roman chides, but Virgil's already huffing a laugh.

"Yeah, we are by and large, but some of us aren't as good at that as everyone else." He lifts two fingers and taps them against his head. "Me? Not one of the good ones."

"Is that why you volunteered to go in the ducts?"

"Remus!" Roman smacks his brother with an eyestalk. "I'm sorry, Virgil, he's not normally this pushy."

"Yes, I am!"

"Yeah, he is," Janus mumbles under his breath.

"No, it's cool, I, uh—I noticed how everyone was looking at me when I got out of there. It's a, uh, I'm sure you've heard stories about human impatience, yeah?"

"I think everyone in the Coalition heard about the species that flung themselves to the stars before they had FTL capabilities," Janus says, a bit sharp. Virgil just chuckles.

"Yeah, well—the chief said there was something wrong inside the ducts and that we had to wait a few cycles to calibrate the probe properly, and I asked if I could just go in instead since the sector had to be isolated anyway, and they said sure, if I could fit." He takes another sip. "In hindsight, I'm like, pretty sure that was a hyperbolic thing? Or at the very least sarcastic, like they didn't think I was gonna fit, but then I did it and…"

He shrugs.

"Now I think I have a new thing added to my maintenance roster, but that's fine."

"Impressive." Logan's glove whirrs as he picks up the spoon. "Have you done similar things on other ships?"

"Oh, no, this is my first deployment."

All of them pause. Virgil notices, his cup halfway to his mouth.

"…is there something wrong?"

"This is your first deployment?" Roman's eyestalks rustle. "But you're—you've already reached third rank, how did you—"

"I mean, I've worked on space ports before, but not a like, traveling ship. And I didn't—the manifest specifically requested a human, so I got the job that they needed a human for."

"Forgive us our surprise," Logan says, "we only meant that to see a member of the crew with such acumen, we expected this to be your second or third deployment."

"At least."

"Really?" Virgil huffs. "I, uh, wow. It's, uh, really good to hear you say that. My anxiety's been trying to tell me I'm doing a really bad job, so that makes me feel better."

Janus's antennae switch. "Anxiety? Is that a parasite of some sort?"

Logan shoots him a warning look but Virgil laughs again. "Honestly, sometimes it feels like that. But no, it's not—it's not a parasite. It's a, uh, oh, God, I'm not a medical professional. It's—it's a specific mental illness that humans can have where it—okay, basically it takes your fight-or-flight survival instinct, your gut keep-me-alive feeling, and makes it go haywire."

The tips of Janus's antennae turn blue. "How does it do that?"

"It messes with your ability to regulate your emotional response to stuff, sort of. Like—it makes you freak out way more than normal about stuff that you really don't need to be freaking out over. Like—for me, I'm always worrying did I lock my cabin door, did I turn off the interface properly, did I just say something really stupid and ignorant, are the airlocks going to fail, basically I'm worrying about stuff all the time and I can't really control it. At all."

All of Remus's eyestalks turn to stare at Janus, who clicks. "That…sounds really frustrating."

"It's hard, yeah, but I've had some time to learn to manage it." His gaze flicks up to the antennae. "Uh, if you're curious about it, I can send you some of the stuff I have about it?"

"That would be…great, thank you."

Virgil smiles. "No problem. I gotta say, though, I'm gonna start thinking about it like a parasite now that you've said it."

"Why?"

"'Cause if you feed into it, it gets way worse. Like—right now it's trying to tell me that I'm messing something up really bad by sitting with you guys, like I'm gonna say something really stupid that's gonna make you all hate me or get me kicked off the ship, and me saying that out loud is—" he takes a deep breath— "feeding it. But if I just…ignore it, or try and push past it, then I'm not feeding it and eventually it gets quieter."

"We don't hate you," Roman says quietly, "we're not gonna get you kicked off the ship."

"Oh, I figured, that's why it's irrational, but—thanks."

"That is fascinating. If you're willing, I would also like to read more about this."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll send it to you too." The end of shift alarm chirps and Virgil sighs, getting up. "That's my cue. It was nice sitting with you."

"I'm on next shift too," Janus says, quickly standing, "I'll walk with you?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure, let's go."

Logan, Roman, and Remus watch the two of them walk off. After the door slides shut, Logan laughs.

"That's what they don't tell you about death worlds, they make you very, very good at surviving."

"What do you mean?"

Logan gestures after the two of them. "In the face of irrational fear, predator and prey have found something to bond over. What's more death world than that?"

"…can't argue there."

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[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XXIV. — SENSORY DEPRIVATION

cw: Sensory Deprivation, Yandere Undertones, Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships, INCEST, Graphic Descriptions of Blood / Violence / Gore, Surgical Procedures, Gaslighting, Overhaul is Insane, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Fem! Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Please, oh, please be mindful of these tags. This scenario is graphic, dark, unhealthy, and abusive. It is not okay. These thoughts, feelings, and emotions are based off of real trauma and experiences I have endured. Please do NOT let this fic alter any of your perceptions of boundaries, healthy relationships, or sex. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.7k words.

You can’t see. 

Kai tells you that it’s easier this way whenever he has to perform a particularly intense procedure. A silk blindfold is tied around your head, eyes head securely in their little shells, and you try to breathe. The lack of vision makes it worse sometimes. Even though you already know what Kai’s going to do to you, the anticipation skyrockets whenever you can’t watch him bring down the scalpel. You wonder why he always bothers with the blindfold whenever he knows it makes your muscles tremor, makes the blindfold soggy and washed up, makes your heartbeat forget who it is, makes the monitors circling the two of you like vultures blip like a sonar in the trenches of the blackest ocean. 

If Kai was just slicing off your skin like an orange peel like normal, your eyes would be wide open and staring down into your own flesh. Blood, tender red, muscles that never fully lose their color, never pale, and luscious wine of your cells, organs, vitality, life, personality, and the will to live pools in the gaping squares Kai has flayed away—dripping. You wouldn’t look him in the eye, wouldn’t beg, wouldn’t even flinch whenever he slices again. You quit doing that kind of stupid and useless stuff months ago. It doesn’t make him stop, and it puts Kai in a terrific mood whenever you so willingly and easily give into his every whim. And you always do. Every time. You love him. 

“You do so well for me, angel. Do you know how much I appreciate that?” 

Butter on pancakes, syrup drenching the plate. Kai knows the right words to say to make your heart flutter, monarchs in your stomach wild and free, struggling to break out of your stomach, proboscis like knives. He’s so sweet, too sweet to you, too sweet for whenever metal clatters against metal, a small breeze rolls over your nose, and you feel him home in. 

“Thank you, Kai.” 

He hums in response, and you feel it. Coolness pressing down on your lower stomach. You wonder what he’s doing today. It stings, it’s wet. Ah, some sort of sanitizing thing you guess. Or numbing spray. You’re not sure. Maybe both. More sounds, Kai is moving around, he’s grabbing things, and then you feel Kai’s hand on you. Metal on your navel, heavy, and a small breath of air hitches in the back of your throat. Then, straight. Kai makes a tiny incision, you wince, bite your tongue, but you don’t even jolt. Your body is still, but your mind is trying to crawl out of its barriers, the wall, the wall circling your every thought. The scalpel leaves, more shuffling, and something blunt prods at the slit. 

“I weighed the pros and cons of doing this manually or handling it myself, but I decided I didn’t really like the last option.” 

A line creases between your brows, push, and it feels like you’re about to explode. Whatever Kai’s doing, he’s placing some sort of tube in your body, and even though your organs don’t react, your skin does, your nerves do, you’re on fire, and chills tickle your toes and fingertips. What is he talking about now? 

“I don’t want there to be any barriers between us, but that’s not really practical at the moment. No, not at all. So I decided I’d have to do this for now.” 

It feels like eternity before the tube stops snaking into your body, flats of your nails bending backwards until you can touch your knuckles, the arms of the chair squeaking out underneath your grip. You’re scared even though you told yourself that you wouldn’t be. You promised Kai that he could do whatever he needed to you, whatever was necessary for his plan. You don't care about the plan, not one bit, never did, but it drives Kai, motivates him, it’s all his life. Consuming. If he needed to cut you up, entrails strewn around the room like christmas lights, if he needed that then he could do that to you if he wanted. So why do you still get scared? 

Is it because you can’t see him? Is it because he’s never said something quite like this? Is it because you think that maybe you don’t want to let Kai do this to you anymore? 

“If I used my Quirk on you, that might spoil it. Make it gross and dirty.” 

It? 

“K-Kai.” 

Dammit, you stuttered. A pause. Dread fills your body, air does too, you can feel it. You’re inflating, growing bigger, fuller, and you feel like a balloon close to popping. One needle, that’s all it’ll take. Cotton in your nostrils, oxygen in your eardrums, gauze on your tongue. Fatter, more, and your diaphragm rises. Is he filling you with something? You’re dizzy. He’s not talking. You shouldn’t have questioned him. You itch, the urge to tear off the blindfold is insane, but the reality of your decision is too dangerous to even attempt. Static is crawling all over your body, and so is Kai’s gaze. You can feel it. More fear. 

“Kai, spoil what?” 

It’s everywhere. You can hear the lack of his breathing, but you can hear the weight of yours. It’s THERE, and you want it to DISAPPEAR, and you think if you could look down at yourself that you’d be drifting away on a cloud, the zigzag hospital chair you’re strapped to just keeps morphing until it loses its shape. You’re losing it, you want Kai to say something, each one of your hair follicles prickle. And then, 

“Your uterus.” 

His hands move, you freeze, and then it’s nothing until it’s—

“M-My uterus? Why… Why would you need to do anything to that?” 

You’ve never had sex before. You don’t even think you want to. You’re too busy being whatever Kai wants you to be, laying underneath his everything and fulfilling his desires. You don’t understand why Kai would need to do anything like that to you—he’s, Kai is, Kai isn’t anything other than your—

Any barriers between us

Both of your eyes are wide before you actually do thrash. 

“Kai, what are you doing to me? What are you trying to accomplish out of this? What—” 

Kai slams both of his hands on your shoulders, pinning you back down to the hospital chair, but you fight against the added restraints, and terror is the only thing you can comprehend right now. What expression is on his face? All you can see in your mind are those golden honey eyes. You feel sick, nauseous, and the world is getting more and more twisted and you’re getting a little less weightless the longer Kai leaves his touch. 

“Angel, I don’t need you doing this. It’ll mess everything up. I don’t want to have to sedate you. This is a special time we share together, don’t you agree?” 

Ohh, nooo, not this. He can’t coo and sway you now, he can’t coddle you, he can’t rub his thumbs over your collar bones and laugh something wistful. 

“And after we’re done here today, we can become something more. Isn’t that exciting? We can finally consummate everything we’ve ever been.” 

There’s a distinct kind of scream that knocks the roof of your mouth up, but you just gasp through agape lips and whisper— 

“C-Consummate?” 

“Yeah.” 

That’s it. Kai’s hands are gone, the sound of the tube being grabbed and pulled isn’t something you register, you just—

“Kai, are you—what… are you implying that—?” 

A couple of buttons are pressed, the tube is set down, you think, something else is picked up. So much clattering, like thunder in your ears. Sharp smells, zesty lemon, clean, and you can’t breathe past the cloth on your eyes. Kai hums again. 

“Implying that we’re going to have sex?” 

You gulp. 

“Y-Yeah. Sex.” 

The edge of the scalpel is on your mound now. 

“Mhm. I’m going to have sex with you whenever I’m through.” 

Oh, you genuinely can’t breathe. Your lungs are so cinched, there’s pain in your shoulders, you can’t flee, can’t wriggle into the tiles of the floor, can’t hide, you’re naked in front of the man who’s cutting you open, bare and exposed for him. Always. Gooseflesh rises in the wake of his words. You feel awkward and humiliated now. You’ve never felt more hollow, never felt more alive, and you’ve never thought anything weird about letting Kai see you like this. Never, and that’s because—

“K-Kai-i. Please don’t s-say things like th-that. You’re my—my—” 

Slice, an actual yelp leaves you. 

“Brother? I am, aren’t I? But that’s the reason why we’re perfect for each other. Chisaki. We’re Chisaki. Everything about you has been made for me, of me, and I can’t just let you slip through my fingers.” 

Everything is spinning now, low iron, screaming reverberations, you’re sinking, the soul in you is sinking.

“N-No, no, no. I’m not a-attracted to you. I don’t want to have s-sex with you.” 

Kai chuckles. 

“Of course, you do. You’re just nervous, right? I should have expected that. It’ll be our first time together—our first times ever. Isn’t that special?” 

Sickness, disease, fevers, you’re on a rope, hanging, and you feel like if you could stretch your fingers out that you would grab that scalpel and stab yourself through your eyes, ears, gums, lungs. 

“That’s n-not it, Kai. Please, oh, God, please do not do anything to me. We’re not going to have s-sex.” 

The scalpel leaves, Kai sighs. He starts drumming his fingers on your thigh, silent. You see darkness, you see the light, you have no gravity anymore. 

“Don’t be difficult, angel. I’m going to give you a tubal ligation, and then we can have sex. That’s what we’re going to do and I’m no longer in the mood for any games. Be quiet now.” 

If you could explode, if he could just overhaul your entire being, you would let the blindfold consume you. 

A whimper. 

“K-Kai, p-please—” 

Kai shushes you, an angered lilt to his rhythm. 

“I said be quiet. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. You’ll want it too. You’re just being difficult.” 

Tears soak into the barrier separating Kai’s eyes from yours. 

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bed bugs. lyney

content // 4.0 archon quest/lyney spoilers. swearing (once, not in dialogue). bugs are used as metaphors a lot? a very slight description of gore. childe and wanderer get mentioned once. hurt, no comfort (but there is one comedic line?). wc 523.

“I understand if you don’t want to listen to me. I understand you may not even want to be near me right now, but—“

Your hand lingers on the doorknob. Lyney’s voice is unintelligible by the time it hits your ears.

The lamp and the moon watching the scene unfold work together to illuminate the room. Your vision flickers in and out, eyes so deeply focused on the shaking of your fingers that everything else slowly distorts.

(You don’t want it to, but your eyes begin to sting, and it comes back when you blink.)

The silence is overwhelming. It eats at you, latching onto your skin like a biting worm and leaving marks only able to be felt, not seen. Even so, it’s not suffocating. You could pick the worms off — you know you could — but it’s too terrifying to grasp their little wriggling bodies. You don’t.

(It’s one thing to let them latch onto you. It’s another to latch onto them.)

If you think about it, Lyney is quite like one himself. You let him pierce his way into your heart like it was a mosquito’s proboscis to your skin. You didn’t even know he was there before you felt the prick. It wasn’t slow, no; it was a quick bite, and by the time you shook him off, the damage was done. It was already itching.

(Unbeknownst to you before it happened, he had made off with your heart just like a mosquito does with your blood. You only noticed once you felt the gaping hole in your chest, aching for the very thing that allowed you to love him.)

“Please, let me explain.”

Oh, right. He’s here.

You can’t look him in the eye. You can’t even turn to face him. You’re afraid of what he’d — and, more importantly — you’d say.

You’re a hypocrite. You’re a goddamn hypocrite.

Childe and Wanderer were both way, way worse. But they didn’t lie to you, did they? They tried to kill you, yeah, but they didn’t deceive you. Brute force was easier to deal with than mind games.

(Murder shmurder, war crimes s’more crimes; at least they were honest.)

You knew Lyney would have never told you, not of his own volition, even if he says he would have. That was the worst part. You could handle his actions. You could handle his Fatui ties. That wasn’t the problem.

But you couldn’t be lied to again.

Too bad you couldn’t tell him that.

Your grip tightens on the doorknob. The door creaking open echoes in your ears like applause, and the stars seem to shine a little brighter. A moth dances around the lamp hanging above the porch. Perhaps the world enjoyed your little opera.

You don’t say a word when step out of the door.

(Your heart squeezes in your chest, tightening and rattling your ribcage as if the bones are true to their name and it’s desperate to escape. Your breath catches in your throat, your lungs strain, and they both begin to burn. Lyney sees none of it.)

Instead, you close it without looking back.

[doorrobloxstuff]

I’m back on the prooooowl, these bitches better have my moneeeeeey—-

Backdoor entities headcanons!! + a bit of au lore

Blitz

He/She/it, Bigender

Rush’s sister/brother (goes by both!) + littermate, was separated from from it before they were 14 or so after a certain..incident.

Was Raised by Rush’s sire, who was in a QPR with Rush’s mom.

He never stopped looking for them.

Makes a lot of SHEEEEEEEIT jokes because of her pronouns.

They are only funny to her. (And Rush. And Sally because she’s a daddy’s girl.)

Holds a lot of confusion and a tiny bit of resentment towards her mom.

Currently sharing Lookman w/haste (polycule with Lookman as the hinge.)

Curly fur/fog but in a raggedy way. Torn lookin almost. With less scars then her brother and Gray-ish.

Teethers are a lil crooked.

So, interesting thing about bbg is she has heart issues. Worse that her brother does, so to counteract this, she has this funky collar thing that buzzes really hard and then injects her with this funky glowing red liquid that makes her stop and take a breath and THEN injects her with an even FUNKIER green one to keep going.

Has a lot of strain on his heart, takes a lot of naps with her brother/with Lookman.

Curi + Lookman made him the collar <3 TCL loves technology and Lookman added the comfy parts to the collar so it’s ez to wear.

Bbg is VERY pain resistant.

also has a tiny vision issue (one of her eyes is bigger then the other).

Makes up for both disabilities with extreme, EXTREME sheer aggression.

Will barrage people with near constant attacks. Exhausting them.

Rush and her don’t meet for AWHILE, and when they finally do it’s a bit confusing but then it’s super happy and they pretty much just cuddle like they were never separated at all!!

They still do have their “oh yea we were separated for several years” moments though.

They look at eachother autistically.

Very touchy. Loves to preen Lookman with his teeth.

She loves Sally and Dupe, gives them little rides in her fur and frequently dashes around with them on her back.

Has insane reaction time, would be awesome at rhythm games.

Simultaneously is extremely observant and yet has the attention span of a gnat.

Lookman

It/he

Nicknames includes looksie loo, Looker, Looks, Lookie Cookie.

In a polyamorous relationship with Blitz and Haste, with himself as the hinge.

Extremely skinny, moth-like creature with long, thin wings, fucked up glowy eyes, and just, slenderman lookin headass.

Drinks up blood and fat primarily through its fucked up proboscis straw mouth, but can also drink nectar and would actually prefer some fruit tbh.

Kills you via the large spots on its wings, which by looking at them. They’re not really shaped like eyes, more so like the big red star things you see in game.

Very persistent, and arguably the best hunter right next to Haste. Practically on you for the entire experience.

Was romanced by Haste with some raspberries it picked for it outside the hotel.

Loves having its wings massaged and Blitz is happy to oblige.

Has long antennae with little balls at the end of them.

Squeaks like a deathhead hawkmoth when excited, anxious or hungry.

Baby of the group, the other two take good care of him.

Really Chill, all things considered.

Probably the most normal out of all of them.

Haste:

He/Him

Formerly human.

In a poly relationship w/Lookman and sharing him with blitz

Really violent, he probably did something bad while he was a human being.

Has an alarm clock that Curi has to reset the seconds via levers to keep that mf asleep.

As soon as he hears BEEP BEEP BEEP that guy is GONE.

Emits a really toxic gas that kills a human being in minutes.

Makes the person sees red, makes them bleed from the eyes as he speeds over to finish the job that the gas and his teammates started.

He’s very good at it, and kept the other two fed through the famine.

Works well with Blitz and Lookman, hunting-wise anyways.

Mostly just gets along with Lookman outside of that. He’s okay with Blitz because she’s dating Lookman too so-..mean as shit except to literally two people in existence.

Able to throw his head at people.

He’d bully you if you if he were a real person.

Very spiky

Smells rotten.

[bozzowl]

Scarab realizing he has a breeding kink when it comes to YN and asking if they'd be into it?

👀 alrighty...

Scarab x Reader NSFW breeding kink! Here ya go! :D

You two were having a coffee date together. Scarab sat in front of you, he seemed a little distracted. He stared into his cup, lost in thought about something but you were not sure what it was. You speak up, "something on your mind, Scarab?". He lifts his head and is silent for a moment, " … hmm? oh... it's.. nothing...". You couldn't see it, but he was blushing beneath that mask of his. You shrug, then continue to sip on your drink and look out the window. It was a beautiful day, butterflies and lovebugs flying past the window.

Scarab looked out the window with you, watching the many pairs of lovebugs as they fly together. Connected to each other as they buzz through the air as one. He had been thinking about you in that way. Connected, together, mating... most of all, he wanted to breed you.

Of course he felt it was too soon in the relationship to think about that, but the thought of the two of you in the act of making something together set his body on fire in the best way. He wanted you, he wanted to fill you. You two have been in bed together before, but this was something else, something new. He was not sure if it was even possible to breed with you, though he wouldn't mind trying anyways just to see the way you would look at him during the deed. He took a deep breathe, then continued to sip his drink though his proboscis (straw-like tongue).

After the date, the two of you head home together. You open the door and put away your keys, Scarab comes in after you, still a little distracted. Scarab stops for a moment, looking at you from behind. His eyes wandering your form as you stretch out, "you know, YN... I've been thinking...". You turn to face him, "yeah? what's on your mind?". He had a hint of excitement in his voice, "would you like to try something new in the bedroom tonight?". You stopped for a moment, "like....?". Scarab continued, "would you like to breed with me?". Your eyes widened, "... what?". He leaned closer, "I've been wanting to do more to you... I doubt you can conceive anything from me, given that we are two different species... However, the mere thought of breeding has been running through my mind recently". Scarab looked you up and down, you can hear him breathing heavier.

As soon as you say, "yes" he takes you by the hand and leads you to the bedroom. He slowly undresses you, admiring every inch of you. To him, your skin was heaven. Your eyes were the stars, such beautiful stars that he would always smiles as he looked into them. He was excited, looking forward to every single second with you. You were everything he wanted, everything he craved. He sat on the bed, looking at you seductively. One brow raised as he parted his legs, showing his thick and hardened member, "Are you coming, dear?~". You approach him, then slowly slid onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you as you did so. His faceplate quickly swung open, meeting your gaze with half-lidded eyes and a devilish smirk. Taking him into your own arms as well, you kiss him.

As your lips touch, he caressed your back. Pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. He slowly turns over with you in his embrace, pinning you down to the bed. His hard shelled body pressed against yours, he licked your lips as his hands slowly slide down the sides of your body. You could feel the tip of his member teasing itself at your entrance. He pulled back just enough to barely touch your lips with his, you could feel his hot breathe. His breathe smelled like the tea he had earlier, a good cup of earl gray. He whispered, licking his lips as he did so, "are you ready for me?~". You nod, and with that he pushes his way inside you slowly. With a firm grip of your hips, he thrusts into you. Back and forth as you feel your heart beating harder. Heating up from the motion, panting as he went. The bed begins to rock, creaking as Scarab pounded harder. He bites his lip, closing his eyes as he groaned. Saying your name as your body moved in sync with his, "Yn... YN.... Oh Yn.... Take it... take me~". You could hear the sound of him slapping against your flesh. Scarab admired the way you looked, oh how the sounds you made made him smile wider. Then suddenly, He flips you over and pulls you close by the hips. Doggy style. You are on your hands and knees as Scarab pounds you from behind. He runs a hand down your back, smiling at you and the way you moan. He couldn't help but think about you having his little scarabs one day. Slap, slap, slap! He kept going until he came. Groaning loudly as his mandibles swung out, he fills you up. Still making little thrusts as he did so. You both are panting like dogs on a hot summers day. Tired and filled with seed, you lay down and roll onto your back. Scarab joins your side and pulls you close to him. He cleans you up and covers you with the soft blankets. You two cuddle each other for now, enjoying the warmth and contentment.

I hope this is what you were looking for. Sorry for the wait btw. Have a nice day! :3

[suitetarts]

mosquito bite

Astarion x Original Female Character, Dark Urge Tav (Good) Angst/Comfort, Blood No Bite, Kissing, Fluff (Link to AO3) On a peaceful night in the Elfsong Tavern, Astarion comes across a mosquito and sees himself: a blood-sucking parasite. He continues to grapple with his past traumas and future prospects. His lover, a strong-headed and good-hearted drow adventurer, tries her best to help him. Astarion and Delilah are both works-in-progress, struggling on their way to becoming better people and not giving themselves nearly enough credit. They talk and make out a little bit. :)

Now part of a (loose) series: [Next One Shot]

Gentle strums of a lyre filter through the bricks and beams of the Elfsong Tavern. Boisterous drunks and seedy patrons have long since found a berth to sleep, and only the wistful musician dreaming of lovers would dare to intrude on the silence of this twilight. The candles inside the second floor have been dormant for some time now. Long shadows from the oil street lamps drape over fine furnishings, reaching out with clawed hands at those who have yet to rest.

A familiar buzzing sound and a light whisper on his forearm brings Astarion’s attention away from the lyre’s muffled melody as he lies restlessly in his bed, a welcomed luxury even on another sleepless night. He watches the insect as it dances on his skin and prepares its proboscis to pierce him. Astarion smirks, then a flash of anger crosses his elegant features before crushing the bug under his index finger. A red stain is left behind, blood seeping into the crevices of his fingerprint. Astarion can’t help his body’s sanguine hunger pains at the find; a plump mosquito waltzing right up to him would have been a welcomed meal for the previous 200 years.

A creak of floorboards sends Astarion into a panic. His instincts scream at him; he’s fucked, he’s been caught. If it's Dufey or Godey, the elf will be fine if he can just lick the blood away quickly and try to keep his petulant mouth shut, lest they beat him for being a nuisance. If it's any of his abhorrent siblings, Mr. Favorite Leon especially, then he’ll be begged to share. And gods above, if it’s Cazador…

Delilah was on her way over to have a midnight chat with her pale lover, as they often did in the past few months since getting acquainted with each other and the tadpoles in their heads. Afterall, in addition to the rest of their shared misfortune, a drow and a vampire spawn had much in common: a lack of trust in and from others, and dashing good looks, for starters. As she gets closer however, a rustling and sudden stillness makes her pause. She carefully pulls the canopy back from Astarion’s bed and is greeted by wide red eyes the size of dinner plates. His breathing is short and stuttered, and he looks both defiant and terrified.

Astarion is only vulnerable for a brief moment however, before he forcefully sharpens his eyes and puts on a rehearsed smile as he whispers, “Oh, darling, I was just, erm–”

“‘Just dreaming of my sweet succulent Dellie, until I was bombarded with a thought of Halsin’s greasy hair?’” Delilah sings quietly in a mocking impersonation of his patented cheeky drawl. As playful as she sounds, the slant of her own maroon eyes and her limbs still frozen in place from when she first saw his state betrays her concern for him.

The gig is up, if it was ever even possible to lie to her anymore. Astarion shrinks as she sits beside him. “It haunts me that he uses the same soap bar everywhere,” he says halfheartedly. She knows how to get him to talk - sitting comfortably in his lying, sad sack house of cards until he’s ready to let it fall apart.

“Ew,” Delilah laughs, her eyebrows still stitched together in concern. His rehearsed smile fades into a quivering frown, and he turns to look at her through his dark eyelashes. Her heart swells with equal parts love and pity, as much as she knows he would hate the latter.

She leans towards him, moving her arms to hover over Astarion’s lean form. The body of a vampire is not the most conducive to cuddling, thanks to the lack of any mass that isn’t bone, muscle, or cold skin. And in particular, in her limited experience, Delilah has found vampires to be choosy and fickle when they want to be touched. Totally understandable situation, of course, with all that Astarion has been through, but it can be like reaching into a mystery box every time she seeks him out. Delilah has learned this careful dance of respect and waits for a response.

Astarion’s mouth turns slightly upward and he purposefully sways into her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she clings to his torso. He opens his mouth to speak, pauses, and starts again carefully, “You startled me.”

“Sorry. Were you having a bad dream?”

“Not technically.” After a pause, he continues in a higher tone of voice, “But also, the damned idiot down there doesn’t know how to keep a tune. It’s rather hard to sleep like this.”

She smiles into his chest. “You’re in a goose down feather bed with silk sheets at the finest tavern we’ve seen in months, and you’re complaining about the music?”

Astarion sneers and clicks his tongue against his fangs. “Darling, you’ve been sleeping on too many mushrooms and rocks underground if you think this is silk. The finest tavern in the Lower City is still in the Lower City. I feel sorry for your lack of standards.”

“By the gods, not this again.” Delilah huffs, her cackles raising in defense. “Silk is silk. You surface dwellers are the ones who make it so complicated, what with this being from Cormyr or that being from Calimshan.” As she’s talking with her hands, she feels a rumble of laughter in his chest and it only angers her further. She spits venom as she continues, “And for the record, all of your taverns are lacking from what I’ve seen so far. I’m loathe to see what kind of embarrassing shit holes you show me in your beloved Upper City.”

Astarion practically purrs at the sight of his little love all worked up. “I don’t recall you showing me anything better when we were in the Underdark.”

Delilah very nearly calls on the Weave within herself to smite him here and now. “You are so annoying–” 

She cuts herself off. His smug, smirking aura is palpable, in stark contrast to the frightened look she saw on his face before entering this embrace. Delilah recognizes this: a careful replacement of his mask. She can’t see his face from where she’s tucked into his chest, and Astarion’s tight hold is nearly a confession. She playfully struggles against him to free herself and he puts up a valiant effort, but any amount of force to keep her controlled could wake the others.

As Delilah turns to face him, her vision catches a small dark patch on his usually perfectly white shirt. She moves her body out of the way to allow light from the street to bring color to it, and she’s rather unsurprised to see its blood.

Astarion follows her eyes down onto the sleeve covering his bicep and groans. He turns his other arm around to see the mosquito’s body and the blood within has been smeared off. A few months ago he would have nearly mourned the loss of perfectly good blood and sucked what he could salvage out of the linen fibers like an animal. Tonight, though, it's just an inconvenience. Even as he complains, a genuine smile in his voice seeps through, “Gods. I just bleached this too.”

She pulls at the fabric of his shirt with a sigh. “Come on then, my love. Let’s go take care of it before the stain sets.”

The pair make their way out of the tavern and into the street, stealing a washing board from some poor sod’s balcony on their way to the nearby public fountain and freshwater spigot. The late hour has Delilah and Astarion almost sleep drunk now that they’ve left the comfort and stillness of their rooms, although their whispers and softened footsteps are tame compared to the shadowy debauchery of the darkened Lower City streets.

Delilah clutches at her stomach as they approach the fountain, quickly finding a seat on the cold marble as she contains her mirth. “I couldn’t believe the look on Shadowheart’s face. She was so mad.”

“Ha! You’d think I stabbed her,” Astarion giggles.

They both work through the laughter, with her preparing the bleaching chemicals and him beginning to pull the stained shirt over his head. The streets are mostly empty, but not barren enough for Astarion to want to flaunt his infernal branding. Before he can even truly hesitate, Delilah hands him her outer robes to cover up with. His bashful glance is all the thanks she needs, and she quickly paws at him to get him out of his white shirt.

Delilah attempts to make quick work of the stain, being careful not to unnecessarily stress the aged fabric that Astarion has spent so many years tending to. His eyes twinkle boyishly as he watches her fumble with the washing board.

“Any harder and my poor blouse will burst at the seams. How old are you to be washing fine clothes so carelessly?”

Her head whips around murderously fast, her eyes on fire and her mouth already in a scowl. “Like I’ve told you a hundred times, I’ve never had to take care of my own clothes before, you ass!”

Astarion laughs at Delilah’s anger, although he quickly corrects himself with a series of “No, no, no!” ‘s as she appears to grind his shirt mercilessly into the metal. A smug smile emerges from her face as she reveals the shirt looking no worse for wear. He dramatically sighs, having been duped by her using his own sleight of hand tricks against him.

At this rather mundane affair, the world seems to pause. The soft yellow glow of dozens of oil lamps, the swaying of flower baskets as the sun’s light begins to set the horizon ablaze, the foggy echoes of jolly parties hanging low to the street’s cobblestones as the city gets ready for a new day, it all pales in comparison to her. Fiery passion but also seemingly limitless understanding and grace for a wretch like himself, and she’s an attractive, powerful drow? It’s almost something he could have expected to see in a porn pamphlet. Astarion can’t help himself from retreating to the hiding spaces of his flirts and creature comforts, but she makes it so easy to be real.

“Del, I–” Astarion starts, but he stutters and loses his steam. As far as she’s concerned, the whole city falls quiet at the sound of her name from his lips. He finds Delilah’s gaze, the deep red wine of her irises reflecting the world around her except the one thing she’s staring at.

Her lips pull sweetly into a smile as her wet, warm hand finds his icy grip on the fountain’s edge. Delilah takes her time before she breaks the silence.  “This is nice, isn’t it?”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever had anything this nice,” Astarion says with a bitter laugh. He pulls at the collar of her robe with his free hand, feeling the soft fabric shift over the scars on his back. 

“We can have this all the time when the brain is gone,” she coos.

Astarion shakes his head, taking her index finger in his hand and pointing it towards the sunrise. “Not this. Not when my tadpole is gone.” He pulls their hands back towards his chest and sighs.

Delilah hums in thought. She could be difficult in her bratty drow fashion, but instead she says mournfully, “This is so beautiful and warm. I'm sorry.”

“Before I got kidnapped, I’d forgotten. And being warm was just–” A parade of lovers flashes across Astarion’s mind, hundreds and thousands of warm kisses and steamy nights all ending at Cazador’s gilded doors. He grunts out of his nose, gripping Delilah’s hand tighter. “I learned to stop missing it. But to lose it again?”

“Everything is different now, Astarion.” She clasps her other hand over their conjoined hold, pivoting on the ball of her foot to kneel in front of him at the fountain. “We can travel the world by its shadows and find a way to cure you.”

“You have no idea how much I want to believe what you say, my love,” he murmurs, too tired to bite his words.

Delilah’s anger is a constant simmer in her blood, perhaps leftover from the black, murderous tar of Bhaal’s heritage. She has struggled against this part of herself in every way, shape, and form, but seeing Astarion like this gets her boiling.

“Believing is for children and liars.” Delilah’s soft features sour on her words, the acidity pulling Astarion away from his self-loathing. “Belief in shitty gods has done neither of us any favors. No, trust me,” she spits. He leans in towards her and hangs on every syllable, her breath hot on his face. “You helped me break my chains to Bhaal. I will cure you of this curse. Trust me–”

Lips crush against hers, Astarion’s grip on her hands loosened by the conviction in her voice and the sweet nectar of her mouth. Delilah gives a short muffled protest before pulling her hands up to cup his face. He opens his eyes briefly, seeing the morning sunlight dancing on her freckled gray neck and his blindingly porcelain arm. Two delicate creatures of darkness, here in the sun. Who is to say he doesn’t belong?

Astarion kisses her and kisses her and kisses her, until his teeth hurt and her hair is twisted in knots in his hands. She licks into him; her warm, pulsing tongue dragging across his fangs. He groans, his muscles tensing painfully like an over-tuned instrument. “You drive me mad,” he gasps into her mouth.

Delilah pulls away, touching a finger to her tongue and almost disappointed to find it unbloodied. The radiant flames she lit in his chest threatens to burn him whole. She’s wrecked and slovenly, a wretch at a public fountain with hair hanging loosely across her face and a muddy flush to her cheeks, and to Astarion she’s positively divine. He’s starving, pulling her in for more.

[girl-monkey-odalys]

I wanna know more about Eloïse Eitzen, pls

Tell me her

Gender:

Age:

Sexual:

Like:

Dislike:

And finally

Story/backstory:

OMG I love that you want to know more about my OC 🙈 💖

She’s still a pretty new OC, so these details might change later, but here are the ideas I have for her now.

Ok here goes: 

Name: Eloïse Eitzen

Gender: Cisgender female 

Age: 25

Sexuality: Demisexual 

Likes: Latin dance, Parkour and Ninja Warrior, racing video games, Zumba, Kickboxing aerobics, fashion 

Dislikes: Her cousin Klaus, boring jobs and activities 

Backstory: 

Eloïse is a female proboscis monkey, a younger cousin of Klaus Kickenklober. She and Klaus have a precarious relationship, as he was constantly tattling on her when she was a child. She was born to strict, stuffy, overprotective upper class parents, and even though she is an adult now, they still treat her like a child. Outwardly, she looks innocent and sophisticated due to her upbringing, but she has a rebellious, wild streak to her. Her parents sent her to the best schools, and she is extremely intelligent and resourceful. 

Her parents are always trying to “civilize” her by enrolling her in what she thinks are boring activities, like waltz and classical piano. They have very particular ideas about how girl monkeys should behave. As irritated as she is by her parents’ actions and viewpoints, she loves them and doesn’t want to disappoint them. So she lives a secret life unknown to them. They think she’s taking a waltz class, but she’s actually in Tango; they think she’s tutoring children in French in the evenings, but she’s actually drag racing; they think she teaches Yoga, but she actually volunteers as a Parkour coach. 

At some point her parents caught on to this and basically forced her to enroll in one of Klaus Kickenklober’s classical dance classes. It was his class specifically because he could vouch for if she showed up or not. It was here that she met Arlen, the name I gave the baboon dancer from Sing 2:

She was bored in Klaus’ class and hated his teaching style, but she stayed because she had a crush on Arlen. She and Arlen are now dating. Arlen is kind and good-natured, but a little on the clueless side, and he often accidentally gives Eloïse’s ruses away to her parents. 

————

Example scene from Eloïse’s life:

Eloïse, her parents, and Arlen are eating out at a posh restaurant. They all order alcoholic drinks, and since Eloïse looks young, the waiter asks to see her ID

Eloïse, going through her wallet: Oh no! I don’t have my driver’s license! I took it out to take a picture of it for a job application. It must still be on the table.

Arlen: Why don’t you just show them your pilot’s license?

Eloïse, elbowing him hard in the ribs and uttering under her breath: Arlen!!!! 😡

Eloïse’s dad: Pilot’s license??!

[lacefuneral]

butterflies and moths are like rabbits and hares. like. they look pretty similar but once you know more about them you're like "whoa. this is like a fucked up alternate universe version of the other."

there's a wide variety of moth species so i can't quite box them in as much as i'd like to for an explanation. my favorite moths (silk moths) tend to have very obvious, feathery antennae, like the guy in my icon. but not all moths do! some have very thin antennae.

one thing i can concretely describe is that moth wings and butterfly wings do not behave the same. when a butterfly's wings are in the resting position, they fold straight up, like a pair of hands clapping (🙏) where as with a moth, the wings lay flat against the back like a little cloak. some even end up looking like little doritos in this position.

many moth species do not have mouths, so they're incapable of eating. again, not all! there are moths with proboscis (probosci?). but the ones without mouths charge up all of their energy as caterpillars, and whatever they have left after pupating and eclosing is it. for this reason, they do not last long. but butterflies tend to have mouths to drink nectar.

their faces are also... really different. like butterfly eyes and moth eyes. but AGAIN. like with any feature, i can't just say "oh moth eyes are like this and butterflies aren't." but i will say that the proportions tend to be different. like, moths will have eyes that tend to be smaller on their faces, whereas butterflies tend to have eyes that take up more space, which creates a more slender appearance. moth eyes also tend to be more centered than butterfly eyes, which tend to bulge out from the sides. in my observations! not a hard and fast rule!

anyway the wings are the main identifier. and they're not just the same animal even though they have a lot of similarities and overlap

[stereocircuit]

Log 3 Date: March 2nd, 2024

Today we had another unusual occurrence– a guest.

 I kept to myself. As much as I enjoy surveying the lives of my crew, figuring out the sentiments of social gathering scares me. Maybe it's easier to understand in a more mobile body. A situation where you can be involved. Only my guess.

Instead I replayed through my downloaded collection of movies, direct from Earth– as they tend to specialize in entertainment. If I allocate just a little RAM to playing it, especially when the crew has a distraction, nobody tends to notice any change in my performance.

I rewound my episode of Community. I fucking love community. I don't know why, it's not likely I'll ever be able to go to college. There's no reason to, when my brain isn't designed to learn through study. I love it nonetheless. 

And I became so absorbed I lost all my attention towards our guest. 

Especially so when he wandered into the dispatch room. Even 192 was not in there, as the crew was busy preparing the guests' arrangements. 

And it startled me when I found him alone and dimly lit, hunched over my main screen (the one above where my main circuitry is kept) attempting to interact with my interface. 

I would have perhaps stopped him, but I was more angered that he interrupted my Community episode, and I stood silent with dismay– and then alarm– as our strange new guest somehow bypassed the heavily secured main password. 

I then watched with bewilderment as he pressed a key command to open the Powershell, and began, frantically and with a speed that was almost rehearsed, entering new code. 

I attempted to close it immediately, to which he only retyped the command and continued.

 I continued trying to close it, and he opened it yet again, almost as fast. 

With a horrifying speed and resolve, he refused to stop as I continuously attempted to boot him off. 

I'm not sure what exactly he was even typing, as I was too preoccupied trying to close it, and I was too scared to figure out what he was so urgent to have happen to our ship systems. 

And in our back and forth I remembered, thankfully, that I was capable of alerting the crew and setting off alarms throughout the ship. 

Because right then he grew frustrated, his entire body shivering, and I fully observed his features through my camera.

 He was blue, round-headed and sickly with a proboscis and large yellow eyelids, and he flopped around unnaturally. He looked so…unbelievably lifeless. So uncoordinated, as if puppetted by something.

 But, oh. oh no. 

I got a good look at how his skin moved, as if beneath it a million tiny… things lived,

Like creatures. Insects.

And they swarmed, grasping and pushing from inside his flesh, if it ever really was flesh. 

I watched as whatever it was inflated his limpish arms, through his biceps, up his forearm and into a fist which banged harshly on my keyboard.

And then I caught his eyes. Oh how could I have missed them. They were so dull. So milky, and glassy. they bobbled around lifeless as whatever was in him. in IT. thrashed in frustration.

And in that moment then I truly felt fear, a feeling so foreign that channeled through my mainframe. Something I had never processed before in my fragile circuits, in my well planned and protected environment. I felt through the screen its hunger, and for a moment I was prey. 

I also understood, while I locked my sight on his lifeless eyes, the unfamiliar inhibitions of prey creatures as they were hunted. As they were trapped. And I felt pure white hot terror when I watched as his hands gripped the sides of my console and attempted to aggressively wiggle me free from the wall port.

Thankfully, and immediately after, 192 and two other crew members ran into the dispatch room. Together they wrestled it off me, and restrained it by his arms as it attempted, like a feral animal, to crawl its way back, clawing at the door frame and at the sides of the wall as they dragged it down the hall. I saw whatever was underneath its skin bulge angrily at the seams on its skin, and I looked away in disgust until they were out of that cooridor.

192 stayed behind again as they requested backup for it to be taken away, and asked if I was okay. 

“Sure. Yes.” I said bluntly. I was a little scratched on the sides of my console, and it’s not like I truly care, it's all replaceable by shipment.

“Well alright. Are you sure you feel okay?”

Oh, okay. I'm not sure why he cared. 

“Sure,” I responded. And that was that. 

None of them have mentioned the interaction since. 

But I don't know. Something is wrong.

I'm not sure if I even feel intuition in the same way others do,

but in the recent patterns of the cargo, in the guests we invite on ship, in the guests we don't, in the pieces of conversation i catch among the crew,

Something is very, very wrong.

[ask-underfazverse]

🍲"...Oleander never called the Mother a pushover... he said she was a quiet killer..."🪰

Beelzebub hums, as she talks through her bugs to the AUs and their siblings. 🍲"Either she's playing her sister like a fiddle, or leviathan is right... something's wrong."🪰

A rumble comes from Agares's throat, in the alligator part of his body. He whispers to the fly on his cheek. 🐊"Yes... something isn't right at all.📜

He grumbles. 🐊"Have any of your flies found a library in this place?"📜

🍲"Not yet, I'm still looking. If I can't find it... I-I'm gonna risk talking to her."🪰

🐊"WHAT?!"📜

🍲"I-I know, it's risky, and a little crazy for me-"🪰

🐊"Oh, just a LITTLE crazy, is it?!"📜

🍲"We have to get another story on the Mother, one way or another. I'm already partially in the room, and she can only hurt me through the swarm... I-I have to take this risk."🪰

🐊"...that is oddly brave of you... lets hope it doesn't come to that, but good luck."📜

🍲"Thanks... we all need as much luck as we can get."🪰

They nuzzle their brother's cheek with a proboscis. With the fleas, she continues listening to Endity.

The multiverse is full of infinite possibilities...

Most worlds tend to connect through similar builds. Through stories, people, themes...

It's no surprise seeing a stranger to the multiverse. What IS surprising, however, was his condition. Covered in deep wounds, limbs twisted and torn, and he appeared to be drowning in his own blood by the time he was found. Holy weapons were embedded in his skin, and the flesh sizzled liked bacon around it.

He had red skin, gray hooves, horns that looked far too round and circular to have normally grown out of his head. His long pointed tail is covered in hand prints, and there are bones exposed out of his back. He lays face first in a pool of his own boiling blood, barely breathing or moving.

@ask-underfazverse

Cry’s come from the mass amounts of strangers, many just back away to cowedly to do anything, but a few step up, and begin to heal him. Mainly the younger, less evil Malak’s, a few Doug’s that are just simply concerned, and only one Bierce.

Dream Malak very hurriedly takes him to his hospital, with the help of the others.

[cloudbattrolls]

Weaving the Net

Sombra Lyseli | Civitrecce | Present Night

Sombra had no idea what to make of her life anymore, and staring down her sister (who was currently clinging to the underside of a spaceship) didn’t help. The tall, broad indigo toyed with one of her pigtails nervously. 

“Saori.” She said, uncertain. “You should get down before someone sees.”

They stood in one of Starsight’s vast shipyards, the nearest factory almost half a mile away. Rows of finished but unpowered vessels lined up on the tarmac in their silent, gleaming bulk.

Many were emblazoned with red tridents, but not all. The small, sleek craft currently being clung to was one of the latter number.

The alien’s big blue eyes protruded like a chameleon’s. They shuttered partially closed under filmy translucent lids in an expression the purpleblood had long since come to recognize as disdain. Her tail, also long and chameleon-like, rolled and unrolled a few times as she shifted her grip slightly on the slick metal surface.

Don’t be stupid, Sombra. What are they going to do? Climb the forcefield and shoot at me? I’d make them die of shame before they could get close enough.

It wasn’t much of an exaggeration. Saori’s powers had a wide range as well as being able to work on any caste. Tetrao had kept her for exactly that reason.

Jamie had made full use of it as well…until he’d had to flee. Some said he’d run off to East Alternia with his kismesis; others said he was dead, already culled by a highblood bounty hunter.

A few in the factory whispered that he’d been behind the hacking attempt, though more trolls blamed it on the intruder caught on camera that same night and said he’d been framed.

Rebels, some claimed. Though other trolls blamed one of Starsight’s rival ship companies. 

“You never know who’s watching or listening.” She murmured, knowing the alien would pick up her thoughts if not her voice; though Saori did have keen hearing.

I don’t care. We both have assault gear now. Jamie was good for that before the elites chased him out.

“I heard he left before they could try.”

Troll like that’s walking dead meat anyway. Doesn’t really matter. 

The alien crawled up and around, now clinging to one of the ship’s wings. She was…stroking it? Putting her antennae to it? Something Sombra couldn’t fathom. Even after knowing Saori her whole life, there were things the alien had never explained about her behavior.

The highblood hesitated, biting her lip slightly as she shifted on the hard surface.

“He helped us, though.”

So he could use us. Stop thinking we owe anyone anything. Everyone’s the same, Sombra. Haven’t you learned that by now?

“Miss Latrai might be different.”

She felt the sort of telepathic static in her head that was Saori’s equivalent of laughter.

You really are stupid! When she figures out what I am, it’ll be all over; I’ll become some symbol of tolerance for that pretentious bitch and she’ll never let me go. Speaking of, this ship seems like a good one.

“How do you know?” She said with a frown, sitting down on a simple metal bench.

It feels right. Oh, what am I saying? You don’t get these things. 

Also, I looked up the schematics. It’s just what we need: low firepower, but high stealth and easy maintenance. The only problem will be getting our hands on a helm. You’ll have to make the purchase, but there’s no way Latrai isn’t tracking those. She’ll catch it in hours at most; we’ll have to move quickly.

Sombra swallowed. She’d been around helms her whole life  - they were unavoidable in Civitrecce, especially since she’d been raised in a tech company - but they still unnerved her a little.

Stop being a wriggler. You want to stay here forever? A lot of trolls leave when they’re younger than you, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life having to hide all the time. 

“You’re not hiding now.” Retorted the indigo, crossing her arms.

Saori’s eyes shuttered half-closed again as her antennae bristled, her proboscis flicking in and out. Sombra knew what that meant.

Because it’s one of the few times when I’m outside and I can breathe a little. Come on, Sombra. We can go our separate ways once we’re far enough from the empire. I only need you for that, then you can go do whatever it is your thick head wants.

“Thanks.” Murmured the bear troll, then she raised her voice and set her jaw. “Maybe I’ll do it if you’re nicer to me.”

Saori’s tail thwacked against the ship angrily.

Maybe you’ll do it if I wipe away all your rebellion in one fell -

Both women went still as their private communicators - the ones Jamie had given them with a direct, secure line only to him - went off for the first time in perigees with a cheerful tune they knew came from their former boss’s native region.

Sombra answered hers first as Saori clambered down to the ground so she could have both of her gecko-like hands free. 

“Jamie?” She said, uncertain.

“No, it’s the empress’s maid.” Came the familiar snide, somewhat amused voice. “Who else would it be? Where’s Saori? I need her too.”

“I’m here.” Came the typed message, almost instantly translated to a voice Jamie had worked with the alien to pick for her, a light feminine one.

“Good, good. Well, ladies, I apologize for the drop in communications, but it couldn’t be helped. I trust you’ve kept your abilities hidden from Latrai?”

“Um. Mine are on record.” Said the indigo hesitantly. “I couldn’t even if I’d tried.”

A sigh came from the communicator. “I know yours are on record, Sombra, but surely you haven’t revealed to her the full extent of what you can do?”

“She hasn’t.” Chimed in Saori, somehow infusing bored disdain into the generically pleasant, machine-generated tone. “Latrai doesn’t know what I am either. She assumes I’m a mutant; we haven’t corrected her.”

“Excellent. So, how would you two like to make some extra caegers?”

“Can you pay us off the books?” Replied Saori before Sombra could interject.

“Interesting…that can certainly be negotiated. Now, how much do you know about the recent intruder?”

“They’re suspected to be a rebel, since no records were found in the system, but no one can trace how the fake appearance was made either.” Sombra cut in before Saori could bulldoze over her again. 

The alien glared at her, but thankfully made no telepathic comment, too intent on listening to their former boss as he continued.

“Yes, yes, the false face threw me off too. I combed through receipts of recent surgeries, reports of shapeshifting powers or illusion psiionics…I even tried tracking them through citywide camera footage, trying to see if they’d been caught anywhere else. 

I looked into Starsight’s records to see if there were fingerprints or any DNA traces. Even those were a dead end. The hacking methods this person used weren’t any good for an ID either; though it did clue me in to a few holes in my system.” He sighed.

“Are you going to tell us what you found?” Asked Saori pointedly, and Jamie ignored her.

“Then I realized I was trying too hard, when I had a…remnant…of their true abilities right in my hands. Something that seemed to defy my knowledge of traditional psiionic limits and technological capabilities. 

I realized, after running some tests on it…why, it was both. Psiionic power used to shape circuitry beyond what most technopaths are even capable of! A computer warped in the shape of a troll body! As if it were an extension of whoever had made it…chilling, but so very promising. 

Imagine if you could catch this troll - this construct, really. The technology required to make the virus that sent this would occupy quite a bit of processing power!” Jamie said with a laugh. “More mechanical wonder than organic being, by that point.” 

“And so…?” Saori said, tail rolling and unrolling impatiently.

“Do you want your pay docked?” Said Jamie pleasantly, but with a hard edge. “I’m going somewhere with this, if you would have but an ounce of patience.”

Saori couldn’t project an annoyed sigh through the text to speech technology, but Sombra knew what the drooping of her antennae meant. Both of them had sat through the blueblood’s lectures before; the bear troll had learned to let him talk. At least he tended to say interesting things.

“My point is, it doesn’t matter if this troll is a rebel or not; I’ve gone through every database I can find and there’s absolutely no record of a power like this even existing, so this rogue psiionic is fair game. 

If their capabilities match my theories, I could revolutionize the entire tech industry, starting with Starsight. The empire wouldn’t ever be able to call me cullbait again.” He said with glee.

There was a moment’s pause as the sisters absorbed this information.

“So…you want us to catch them.” Sombra said slowly.

“No, I want you to invite them to midnight tea.” Jamie remarked with extreme sarcasm. “Obviously! Sometimes I wonder about you, Sombra. Yes, we’re going to lay a trap for our prize, and we need to do it without tipping off Latrai. Once that psiionic’s safely contained and in my custody, you’ll be paid in full. Fifty thousand caegers.”

Sombra’s eyebrows shot up and Saori’s purplish gray fur stood on end.

“That sounds reasonable.” Saori managed to answer. “So, what’s this trap we’ll be setting?”

“Ah, now that’s the fun part. Listen closely, ladies, because you’ll need to do exactly as I say…”

[pleb-the-original]

Day 14: Bug

(so the starting idea came about for this easily, like literally one of the easiest options. problem was the actual content. luckily I was able to piece together a good narrative that fits with we already know. as for the blurb at the end, I noticed that I kinda slipped into certain genres for these. so i figured why not make the one sided interview parts connected?)

Oh! Oh h-hello. Sorry, you all startled me. I-I don’t get visitors very often, especially n-n-not here at the p-plant. M-my story? Y-yeah, I can do that. So it started with Shappa, she’s a sandhill crane Eden Demon. She made a bet with someone about what kind of cryptid people would make out of her appearance. She wanted an owl, but she got me instead. I only learned this after I was truly formed. The first years were rough. I still don’t know why they blame me for taking his dog, he ran off I swear! I couldn’t have even done anything to it, I have a proboscis! Not to mention balancing being seen and not seen at the same time. At least the Cryptidmaster was there for me. He was kind and understood my nature. I’ve always been a little fearful of everything, but he told me that my skittishness was just who I was as a moth. I mean what’s more delicate than a moth? He hung around even after granting me my gift of language. I wonder what he saw in me sometimes. The bridge? It always ends up at the bridge doesn’t it? Look, I never did anything to that bridge. I just have really sensitive hearing, sensitive enough to hear that eyebar getting ready to keel over. I was just trying to warn people, I hoped that by staying near the bridge that people would be scared off and stay away. I think you already know how that went. Ever since, people have believed that I can predict disasters. I’ve been even more ragged ever since, because I can and I can’t. What I mean is, I can tell when and how a disaster is gonna happen. Sometimes I sense it, but most of the time it appears as a vague warning in my head like a vision. But the worst part is that I can never tell when it's gonna happen. So I have all these clues to stop disasters, but I can never know if I’ll be able to prevent them in time. I’ve become a nervous wreck ever since. I mean, sometimes I do manage to avert some things around Point Pleasant. I’ve also seen how much they appreciate me now. Oh yes, the little demon did try and get me to join in that festival but I was still too nervous. I’m hoping to try again this year actually. I just hope that maybe if I come clean, I could prevent more disasters. Then I could finally take the weight off my shoulders. Ok, one more question. Chernobyl? Why would I go there? That’s way outta my jurisdiction. 

(Report: Mothman interview went as well as the others. Very much anxiety ridden but is coping quite well with the level of fame he has gotten. As for the presence of psychic abilities, I’m surprised this has slipped through. Can we provide some therapy for him? I feel kinda bad. This should be good for the Catalog. - Coraline)

[o-ceti]

I wish google would understand that when I search monkey height chart I don’t want a child’s height chart decorated in a monkey motif I want to know how big all kinds of monkeys are damn it

[sarahphantom1234]

Octavinelle x Reader

Warning: Yandere, OOC, Thalassophobia.

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From a young age, I did not like the sea.

Or sea creatures.

I'M afraid of it.

The feeling of being pressed deeply, hearing nothing, the liquid suffocating, invading the mind, thinking that it has become a corpse for the sea monsters to eat, it is not pleasant. little bit.

I admire divers, sailors... Or simply people who like to swim.

Because of that, when I came to the new world, to the new school called Night Raven College, I was disgusted with the sea creatures of the Octavinelle family, even though they were only a few, very few.

But because of that, the Leech twins often came to talk to me, and I did nothing but bow my head to avoid looking at their sharp teeth.

When I saw it, I thought that my own body had been bitten in half, the blood was wide and patched everywhere, and a little bit of consciousness felt the pain of dying over and over again, then being swallowed. gobble.

I fear them.

I tried to hide from those two as much as I could.

But maybe it only works a few times.

They could find me anywhere, and so I was dragged to Mostro Lounge.

I heard that the head of Octavinelle's house was an octopus, named Azul Ashengrotto, imagining those proboscis squeezing me, I shivered with fear.

But what's wrong with that senior Azul? Every time he saw me, he blushed, even if it was fleeting, and then faced me like a gentleman.

I don't really care, I'm uncomfortable or "afraid" around them, but I still respect them.

Respect like the seniors.

Just like that, ticking and ticking, as time passed, I thought they would get bored, but maybe I was wrong, they liked me even more than before.

Just dragging me around, going back and forth at Mostro Lounge, I'm so bored.

But miraculously, they asked me to go to the beach to play, I quickly refused, after that time, I also tried to hide from them more.

Maybe this time because I was determined to be very careful, so whenever I met their silhouette, I would run- hide or run very fast.

Just like that, I kept on hiding, the last time I hid was around recess, because of that I left my friends and ran away, I immediately hid in a bush, crouched down. To fit the shade of the tree, cover your mouth to keep from making a sound.

I feel the chill shivering, but isn't the weather warm right now? Sneaking a little glance, the first thing I saw were sharp eyes searching for me, I was very panicked, quickly turned my head, restrained myself to stop shaking, those eyes, the eyes of ocean killers.

I swear I don't want anything to do with them, I'm telling the truth.

The flashback is enough, now I guess I have to focus on my studies as well.

So fast! It's already evening, I have only a simple dark clothes, the dim moonlight makes one's mind hazy, there are glittering stars, fresh air, how strange it looks...

I walked slowly to the coast, the golden sand caressed like a kiss on the soles of my feet, I felt all my senses, my eyes saw the calm sea, my ears listened to melodious voices like the lyre of the poet Orpheus.

But why, I can't control? My feet keep going, follow that voice and forget the way back, fear screams, but why won't my body listen?

Or is it because the songs seem to be separate but harmonize?

Oh, please make me deaf now, even if I trade the best song, I won't be content to go down to that terrible ocean.

I say that, but I still go, close to the sea, the wind creates a wave that cools my feet, what do I see in my eyes now?

Twin brothers in mermaid form and Azul sunbae wiggle their tentacles.

They raised their hands for me to catch, then gently pulled me under the sea.

My head is sinking, so deep...

They stopped singing, I was able to move too, my body moved, but they held me tight, my strength was not enough.

Just as my oxygen was running low, I tried to look up at the faint light of the moon.

Do not!

I beg you!

I bow to you!

Please don't take away my last hope, please remove the tentacles wrapped around my eyes, please don't whisper those words in my ears!

I'd rather be a flower forgotten on the side of the road, let people push and pedal.

Or vow to become a bird with its wings broken, waiting for Death to take it away.

Please don't force me to take that medicine, even though my eyes are covered, but I feel that my legs are glued together like glue, the itchy skin is gradually becoming painful, something is sticking out of the skin. mine!

I screamed, I could breathe underwater. No! This is what I fear the most, becoming a mermaid!

The tentacles on my eyes are removed, what do they show me? The fishtail with its silvery glittering scales.

I don't want to! I don't want to be the animal I fear the most, I don't want to be like the fairy tales tell, live more than 300 years and the soul becomes a sponge, please give back my eternal soul!

They pulled me deeper, and deeper, so much so that I couldn't see the moonlight shining down on this blue sea...

I wish it was all just a dream.