#a part of the pack

[callsign-mimic]

A Part of the Pack

Mimic gets called out of retirement to help 141 on a mission, and learns her old friends now have their own Alpha. Shenanigans ensue (will edit with better description later)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[hinamie]

morning glory

[exilley]

I do sort of wish western anime fans would analyze anime and manga from a framework of japanese historical and cultural context. Specifically a lot of works from the 90s being influenced by the general aimlessness and ennui that a lot of people were experiencing due to the burst in the bubble economy and the national trauma caused by the sarin terrorist attack. I think in interacting with media that’s not local to our sociocultural/sociopolitical sphere it’s easy to forget that it’s influenced and shaped by the same kinds of factors that influence media within our own cultural dome and there ends up being this baseline misalignment of perception between the causative elements of a narrative and viewer interpretation of those elements. It’s a form of death of the author that i think, in some measure, hinders our ability to fully understand/come to terms with creator intent and the full scope of a work’s merits

[heybrine]

Vanlife Ways Pack Part 2

Heeeeeey! Finaaaaaally part 2 of vanlife is here! An interior pack for your sims motorhomes, including 31 new items! I tried to make a full functional home with this set, so there are RV based bathroom items, kitchen items, and bedding! I was kind overwelmed when I started this part 2, I could have taken so many different options and layouts for motorhomes. I ended up using these as inpirations: inspo 1, inspo 2, inspo 3, inspo 4.

I also tried to make this as modular as possible, so the pieces snatch when possible BUT I do recommend using moveobjects to be sure you can always place things correctly!

Huuuuge shoutout to Ravasheen that made fridges and stoves possible to snatch to counters!I All credits for this goes to her, and her original files are required.

OMG guys, this was a looong way, so sorry for being so late this month!

Anyway I hope you like it, I made it with much love 💛

You can see more info on my patreon here!

If you wish, you can get early acess here!  --- available for everyone 10/20/2024

You can also check part 1 here for "the car" items! Already free for everyone 😊

[b1asho]

While it's on the mind, here's my wings of fire designs too. Not as much of a brainrot but still fun. Bad take or am I cooking with some of them? Let me know in the comments. Here's some (too many) notes:

I really liked the original designs when I first read these books, but I wanted to try my hand at uhh changing them a little. Mainly making them more distinct from each other (even if this irreversibly breaks canon XD)

-Sandwings live in a mixed savannah and desert habitat and have bodies adapted for resource scarcity, effective hunting, and heat dispersion. They have large ears to help cool off and listen for stuff. They can fly, but pretty weakly in comparison to some others, mainly using flight to navigate their large territories , get onto cliffs, and scan for prey. They typically climb up somewhere and then jump off. They are built like felines, and use a solo stalk and rushdown hunting approach coupled with a sting instakill. They live in family groups, with a ‘queen’ title going to the alpha female 💪 and everyone else hunting and living together. They are immune to their own venom, which acts very similarly to a scorpion’s but in a massive dose, causing numbness, breathing difficulties seizures, and eventually death. It takes time for them to make more once they’ve expended the dose, so they rarely use it outside of hunting or life/death situations (though the prospect of being stung is very scary to everyone else, and they will instinctively raise their tail when startled or threatened)

-Skywings live in high mountainous and forested areas, with some living in the lowlands. They are powerful flyers and very acrobatic due to their tail, though this comes at the expense of their agility on land and the strength of their non wing arms. They have long legs with powerful talons for grasping prey midair or snatching them from off the ground. They hunt and live alone unless they have a partner. Communities are made up of a loose group of related individuals who rarely collect in one place at once(queendom structure are a more recent and ‘unnatural’ thing for them, but very useful for organizing military efforts and empire building). They stay aloft for long periods of time and usually only land on their cliff homes. They need a sprint or a takeoff point to get flying, though. Unlike every other tribe, they have a noticeable difference between male and female (being a nose horn and red face for males.) males are prized for these features, and having a pretty husband is seen as an attractive trait for a queen.

-Seawings live along the coast. They normally only venture out of the water for trade and other resources, since they can get everything else they need underwater. Their large neck houses gills protected by thick pads that will close when on land, while their lungs are in their mid chest. Primarily adapted to swimming, they have very strong tails and webbed fingers and toes. They will also use their wings to steer and paddle, as well as manipulate things their other arms can’t reach. They will hunt in packs, corralling fish and other animals into a kill zone. They are very clumsy on land and in the air with their short limbs and weak wings. Their bioluminescent spots can be flashed for communication, and compared to the other tribes they have pretty poor vocal ability (due to the gills in their neck getting in the way) and will supplement with other spot/sign signals. Every individual has unique spots, though their glowing ones come in consistent numbers, sizes, patterns, and places on their body so they can use them for common language across their group. However, Different groups from different parts of the ocean have different numbers of spots in different areas, making cross communication via only spots difficult. Their whiskers help navigate in close or dark areas, and are seen as a status symbol.

-Mudwings live in warmer areas, specifically marshes and other wetlands (though sometimes in some forested areas too). Their thick armor helps protect them from other mudwings/competition, while also acting as an insulator that allows them to easily venture a wider range than other tribes from warm climates. Physically, they are the strongest and bulkiest. They typically use the element of surprise and their overwhelming size and strength to take down large prey. However, unlike other tribes they tend to eat more plants too due to their large size (all of them are technically omnivores, but meat makes up the dominant part of their diet because of their energy needs and their ancestors). They are also the poorest flyers out of the bunch, having sacrificed that for size and strength, though they can do short bursts similar to a chicken to get to hard to reach areas or to surprise attack prey faster than them, they’re similar to hippos and are adapted to living in the water too, using powerful webbed arms to propel themselves and dig through the mud, and their large lung capacity to stay submerged and hidden for long periods. Their nostrils, ears, and eyes are located near the top of their head, which also gives more room for Tusks. They use these to root around occasionally defend themselves. Tusk maintenance and appearance is very important to them. They live in large groups of families in the same area and have more communal social standards than other tribes.

-Rainwings live in tropical areas and have a very small habitat range. This has caused them to look and act very different than most tribes, leading to poor perception of them. They use their long claws, strong grasping fingers, and prehensile tail to climb around, and are pretty much arboreal. They have wings meant for quick takeoffs and flight in dense areas, and are pretty agile and swift. They and aren’t that great at sustained flight or dealing with high altitudes and winds though . Their frill is delicate and used for emoting (probably originally for mating purposes) Their skin is packed with chromatophores that they can use to match their surroundings, and they have loose ridges in their skin that they can raise to enhance the effect. Their skin is constantly changing color due to their brain activity, though they have set patterns/colors for emotions and communication. They can also choose to focus on organizing their skin patterns to get coordinated colors and patterns, since normally it’s pretty disorganized. They eat a lot more plants due to their environment and due to social standards, but arent herbivores. They have the ability to spit acid out of hollow retractable fangs, and use precise shots of this coupled with their camouflage ability to get prey. They can also spray it at higher velocities for defense and offense, though this expends their supply much quicker. They don’t recognize a queen in their communities and are fairly disorganized into different cooperative groups.

-Nightwings are the result of a group that split off onto an island, though the volcanic activity on their original island escalated to the point where they had to emigrate. They are great fliers, using their wings and tail extensions to travel great distances to track prey and ambush from above. When on land, they aren’t particularly fast or strong, and instead are built for persistence. Their hunting tactic involves getting an initial bite onto prey, then waiting for it to succumb to infection. Their spines, horns, muscles, and talons are mainly for defending their kill from other Nightwings rather than hunting it in the first place. As a result of this competition, they aren’t naturally very social like other tribes, They are mainly nocturnal.

-Icewings live in the colder tundras and snowy forest environments. They are pack hunters, using their speed and persistence to take down prey, similar to wolves. Their long overlapping scales help them trap heat and survive in the cold, and while the guy i drew here is pretty skinny they also store fat much more readily than other tribes. Their bowed wings are mainly used to swoop in in prey, and like falcons they often take steep dives to grapple it. Their antlers only grow in at a certain time in the year, but royalty will wear embellished artificial ones in the meantime.

[bluegiragi]

work it out (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[p0ssym1lker]

Red Robin: Hi I'm-

Danny: I saw your spleen in the ghost zone

[molinaesque]

"Ugh, I'm gonna miss that butt." - The Unicorn (2019)

[jade-bright]

Stiles and Peter at any given moment...

Talia: *sigh* then it's decided, Stiles will be joining us in meeting Satomi and if anyone unwanted shows up-

Stiles: Then we sick the attack dog on 'em

Derek: *facepalms*

Peter: *deadpan stare*

-

Laura: I'm going out for a run!

Talia: Sorry, not tonight dear, it's still raining and I don't think either of us are interested in cleaning up the mess that'll be your fur

Peter: Not to worry, I'm sure our resident little spark will be able to make the rain stop, won't you sweetheart

Stiles: *sitting in Derek's lap, the reason it's raining and can't figure out how to stop it, glaring at Peter*

-

But also...

Some anti-human in packs Alpha: And if you're sure that your, "honorary" human can create a strong enough ward then-

Peter: That's "Emissary" for you Alpha ___, and it'd be in your best interest to respect his title if you wish to continue our alliance *smiles cruelly*

Stiles: *standing to the left of Peter, face completely neutral but losing it internally at the alpha and his pack's expressions*

-

Talia: I'll be going myself and that's final, the alphas are seeking my guidance not a fight

Stiles: At least bring Peter, he's your Left hand, was raised knowing the same stuff as you, it would still establish strength, and it'd be less egotistical than you going by yourself

Peter: *lounging on a chair seeming uninterested, but warmed that Stiles sees him on an equal, if not similar, pedestal as his sister*

[laugtherhyena]

Yes yes, will Pochita eat the old age devil or not, that question is also driving me insane, but what stood out to me the most in this chapter was Asa's wake up call in regards to Yoru because it highlights how much i love the way devils are characterized in chainsaw man.

It's not anywhere near as simple as "Some devils are evil, but some can be nice." But is instead "Some devils are evil, some can be nice, but even then they're still inherently sadistic and amoral."

Because they're not human.

Even if a devil has been nice and treated you well, they're still, in fact, a devil. And that's not something you should ever forget.

[qephyr]

For the epic bird who managed to revive a fandom @randomalistic (<- SUCH A PASSIONATE AND KIND PERSON BTW YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO WATCH THEIR VIDEO IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! GO GO GO THIS IS AN ORDER!!!)

bonus doodles teehee, got attached to the idea of a little bird and its oxpecker-like relationship with the world's largest parasite :]c

[callsign-mimic]

A Part of the Pack

Chapter Four

Content Warnings: Violence, I don't know shit about the military and how ops actually go, don't look at that part too hard, Reality Adjacent Mimic rather than OC!Mimic

It’s quiet on the transport, besides the hum of the helicopter motor and murmured conversation between Price and Nikolai.

Saint really shouldn’t have been surprised that the Russian pilot also adored Mimic. Watching as he pulled her into a tight bear hug that made her spine pop audibly. That sound alone would have been concerning…

If it hadn’t immediately been followed by Mimic’s chirps and trills of delight.

The way Nikolai buries his face in Mimic’s hair, the audacious familiarity of it, would have made any other Alpha feel a jealous rage. But Saint wasn’t just any Alpha, and they couldn’t help feeling pleased at seeing how well-loved Mimic was by others. Even if she was only one of their Omegas for the mission.

It also helped that Nikolai was so implicitly trusted by Laswell and the rest of the 141. Saint hadn’t missed how Price and Nikolai had pressed their foreheads together, Mimic squished and purring between them. As if the whole situation was the most natural thing in the world.

And maybe for them, it was. A faint reminder of just how new Saint was in the lives of these Omegas.

“Alphaaaaa.” Soap whines, breaking Saint from their thoughts and drawing their grey eyes to him. “Why’re ye sittin so far away? S’not fair. Dinnae tell me it’s fer Mim’s sake…”

“Is being against propriety and polite protocol a Scottish thing?” Mimic asks, not looking up as Gaz helps her wrap her hands and wrists. “Or is it that you just have some sort of personal vendetta against it?”

Soap huffs, leaning over and nipping at her to further express his displeasure. She cuffs him upside the head, a half-smile on her face before she leans into him, churring softly as he pouts. Making Gaz grin all the while as he finishes wrapping Mimic’s hands.

The more Saint watched how their Omegas acted around Mimic, the harder it was becoming for them to accept that she would be returning to her life of isolation after the mission. By the way Gaz and Soap’s touches lingered, it seemed as though they felt the same.

The team had already had to go three years without any contact with her. Her self-imposed punishment to appease the brass and not be seen as a potential danger.

The idea of letting her go back to that quite life, without the love and comfort of a pack to care for her, didn’t sit well with the silent Alpha.

Nikolai touched the helicopter down far enough from the target compound to go unnoticed. The team disembarks, huddling together as Price speaks in a low voice.

“Alright, you know the plan.” He says, glacial eyes cutting to each member in turn. “141 creates a distraction from the South and East sides of the building. This should give Mimic the ability to slip in from the West unnoticed. We keep the hostiles busy until we get confirmation that she’s out with the package secured.” His sharp gaze stops on Mimic.

“You come back to us in one piece, aye?” His eyes bore into hers, giving weight to his gaze and the unofficial order.

“No promises.” Mimic says with a lopsided grin, earning herself a low growl of annoyance from Price and Ghost. “But I’ll do my best.” She adds, chuffing as Price taps his forehead against hers for a brief moment before the team separates.

The distraction starts with a bang.

Literally.

Soap moves with lethal grace, setting and detonating charges along the eastern perimeter as Ghost snipes hostiles from an overwatch point.

Gaz and Saint cause similar havoc at the southern perimeter with Price sniping and murmuring enemy locations in the ears.

Mimic slips into the compound on silent feet. Her very presence a mere whisper in the shadows as she makes her way to the lab mentioned in the intel report. She glances through the window on the door, noticing the researchers inside desperately trying to save their work from the impending chaos. Mimic secures her gas mask over her face, then throws a canister of tear gas into the lab to force the remaining people to evacuate without their precious data.

She makes quick work of downloading every scrap of information off of the labs computers, wiping the information entirely as she goes.

How serendipitous it was that they were too paranoid to have backed the data up to a server outside of the compound.

Once she has the thumb drive of data tucked away in her vest, she moves to collect the physical samples. An experimental airborne drug that was supposed to make even the most docile Omega uncontrollably violent. Mimic packs the specimens carefully, securing them in her back before shouldering it and leaving behind a MacTavish Special to detonate once she’s out of the blast radius.

“Package secured. On my way out.”

Her soft voice buzzes through the comms, and Saint makes an immediate beeline for her location. Intent to guard and escort her to exfil as planned.

The sight of her running full tilt toward them fills the Alpha with a sense of relief that nearly makes them lightheaded.

Until she’s tackled by an enemy soldier that they hadn’t noticed in their relief, the bright flash of a knife appearing for only a moment before it’s buried to the hilt between her ribs.

Being on the extreme end of the Alpha scale meant Saint had gone through extensive therapy and socialization training. They weren’t the type to give in to their baser instincts without thinking. Blind rage was not something that Saint had ever experienced, usually able to keep a level head in any situation.

Until bearing witness to one of their Omega’s with the hilt of a knife poking out from between the fastenings on her tactical vest.

A lucky shot for the enemy soldier.

Or so he had thought. Staring down at Mimic, practically drooling as he straddled her hips. Marveling at how the pretty little Omega hadn’t made a single sound. No yelp of pain. No shouting for help. No demanding to be let go, or for the soldier to get off of her. She just stared back up at the man, pale blue eyes wide behind the lenses of her gas mask.

She was completely silent.

Unfortunately for him, so was Saint. The massive Alpha barreled into the soldier, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of the man’s throat. The warm, metallic taste of blood floods their mouth. Making them groan and nearly lose themself in the desire to tear the man apart entirely. Leaving nothing left of the unfortunate creature who had dared hurt one of Saint’s precious Omegas.

But a soft voice pulls them out of their cloud of rage. Clearing the red haze from their mind.

“Alpha.”

Saint looks up, eyes wide, mouth and chin coated in blood. They were an absolute vision of a ruthless, violent protector. Their dark, wavy hair a mess. Grey eyes wild. Chest heaving from the exertion in their attack.

And there was Mimic. Sweet, feisty, resilient little Mimic. Holding out the bite guard that Saint had discarded in their haste to defend her.

When had she moved?

How was she moving??

There’s a fucking knife sticking out of her ribcage!!

But she’s there, pressing the bite guard into their hand and wiping the blood from their face. She’d had enough time to hastily pack the area around the knife with gauze and secure it with tape.

Saint is on their feet in an instant. Bite guard back in place and Mimic in their arms as they rush to the rendezvous point. She was so calm. Bright-eyed and alert to the point where it was almost unnerving.

The rest of the team could smell Saint before they saw the Alpha, and it put them all on edge. Saint was religious about wearing their neutralizers. So the men of Task Force 141 could only assume the worst when their Alpha had burned through their neutralizers on a mission like this.

They let out a collective sigh of relief when they see their beloved Alpha with the small Omega cradled against their chest. Rushing forward to meet them.

“Saint! Mimic! What the fuck happened? Is that a knife?!?” Price asks, only really able to get a good look at Mimic once the helicopter is in the air. Saint doesn’t let her out of their grasp, keeping her tightly cradled against them as Price examines her.

The captain of the 141 can barely make out the residual smell of teargas on Mimic’s uniform. Almost entirely covered by the intense scent of his enraged Alpha. She would have to be doused in neutralizer before they could hand her off to the medics back at base.

“Relax, Cap. You told me to come back in one piece. Which I did! You never said I couldn’t also come back with an extra piece or two.” Mimic’s voice is muffled behind her gas mask, but Price can see the way her eyes are crinkled at the corners. Hell, he can hear the grin in her voice.

Her comment earns her another growl of annoyance from Price, as well as once from Saint. The sound of it deep enough for the subharmonics to rattle her already sore ribs.

She moves to take off her gas mask, confused when Price stops her. He doesn’t give her an explanation, but she doesn’t try to fight against his silent order to keep it on.

After all, getting stabbed was a surprisingly exhausting event.

And the last thing they needed was for her to be overwhelmed by Saint’s pheromones before the adrenaline wore off and the pain set it.

Still, Price flicks the filter on the gas mask with some disdain when he realizes she’s still grinning behind it.

[tiger-grace]

Bruce: why do I have 15 separate charges that amounts to 26,000 dollars on my card

Jason: shits crazy

Bruce: why are they all signed under “Amazon wishlist 👅 (for murder)”

Jason, sweating: ..that’s crazy

[pfpanimes]

⌕ chainsaw man • aki hayakawa.

like or reblog if you save/use. 🤍

[ramon-tikaram-love]

Ramon Tikaram as Charon Stephen Dillane as Prometheus Kaos (2024–)

[sakasakiii]

morning routines ft. the firstborn sons and their parents (who turned out WAY more lovey dovey than i intended omg)... i was inspired by this cute art from @/Worvies on twitter and decided to use it as a chance to draw how locked in i think they'd be when it comes to getting ready in the morning HAHAHA

in terms of who wakes up earliest to latest i think it'd go: fingolfin -> finrod -> nerdanel -> earwen -> feanor -> maedhros -> anaire -> fingon -> finarfin !!! i also never thought abt it before but. elves with makeup!!! i wonder what the various trends in valinor would be and how long theyd last....