#also goggles seemed out of place so she has those cute tiny glasses

[patchedupartist]

Drafting Project Sekai Gumi...

[autistichornet]

I am having thoughts. You are now subjected to my thoughts

Tiso has shit eye-sight and needs the bug equivalent of glasses. However not very practical in combat so he switched to goggles so they'd stay on his face.

Myla and the other crystal peak bugs used to sing for company and entertainment while working, just imagine many voices echoing around the caverns like a sea shanty. Although relatively small bugs by themselves, when singing as a large group they are intimidating. Like those bees that make patterns on the outside of hives to scare predators!

City of tears is now a very cold place because of the constant rain, buildings aren't very good at keeping warmth and mainly everyone there is infected so nobody really feels it except Lemm (Emilitia just doesn't care/notice). Hiding away in his small relic shop and having a constant downpour outside doesn't help with his chronic pain. Neck and back pain interfere with translating relics and he gets super pissed.

PK burrows. Wyrm things baby! He is guaranteed to have moved from where he fell asleep, most likely ending up in a hole somewhere he dug while sleeping. He also burries/hoards random shit out of habit.

The vessels don't have a voice but can communicate with each other using telepathy. Also body language! Ghost isn't very expressive but has the energy of a cat making direct eye contact as they push something off a table.

Vessels vibrate. They make no noise but they can purr and you can feel them vibrating if you touch their shell/mask.

When the nailmasters where little they were scared of the dark, Sly held onto the lantern he used back then for as long as he could, eventually selling it in his shop because the brothers had all grown up and left.

Hegemol was a menderbug :D

Hornet trained in the hive the same time Hive Knight was being trained, because of that, their spike ball attacks are similar as Vespa taught them both

Cloth's weapon is a tooth from a beast that she defeated alongside Nola back in her homeland.

Xero had 4 arms before his execution in which they were cut off (a bit morbid but his sprite has no visible arms and I think it's cool + kinda sad)

The Collector obsession with grubs came from its creation as akingsmould imbued with the purpose of protecting the wyrm. As defective kingsmould the Collector instead sees grubs as very tiny baby wyrms and tries to protect them. (It's also obsessed because grubs are cute and I'm also obsessed with grub cuteness)

Monomon is cold to the touch, though she had a thin outer layer that feels like putting your hand in tingly mist. The layer can allow her out of acid for longer periods of time.

Pk has wings! Under that cloak he got 3 ol' pairs of iridescent wings. Although the public never saw them, his image is often depicted with them. Also monarch wings? Wings OF a monarch.

Hornet had to stop Hollow from putting random shit in their mouth. They once tried to eat mosscreep who didn't seem to realise it was being consumed.

One day baby quirrel walked into the archive and nearly got blown up. That encounter made him want to be there even more much to Monomon's confusion.

Grimm carries Grimmchild by the scruff of its neck like a cat.

and uh. hornet autism

ok I've spilled my brain juice now I can sleep ^__^

[thegirlsinthefirehouse]

Descendants, Chapter 8

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Abby had finally gotten her stomach to settle down a little later that afternoon. 

She had even called and scheduled an appointment with an obstetrician that had come highly recommended by one of the nurses at her doctor’s office for her first prenatal exam. Patty had started suggesting themes for a nursery after she had scheduled an appointment with her regular doctor for a confirmation. The running favorite so far among everyone was mini mad scientist’s lab. A nursery there in the firehouse just seemed so strange. But then, nothing about the whole thing wasn’t strange. They caught and studied ghosts for a living. Abby was feeling a little more accomplished after finishing up some tasks with the business. She started up the stairs to Holtz’s lab that evening to ask what she wanted for dinner when she heard Erin and Holtzmann talking. She knew what the topic of conversation was probably about the interview this morning and public perception (for some reason Erin was all about that), but she eavesdropped anyways.

“So you’ve got a plan then? Because Abby’s not going to like this one bit.”

“I know--” said Holtz. She went quiet.

Now Abby was suspicious. What would she not like and why were they discussing her? She wanted to get closer to hear better, but that was the thing with the stairwell. Any closer and she would be seen. The doorway was wide open to the landing.

“But safety is the concern right now. I don’t like it, but I’d worry if she stayed in here.”

“Holtz. Then why weren’t you worried about yourself? You practically live in here during the day and half the night. You were trying to have a baby too. All the radiation and--”

Abby winced. She hadn’t even thought about that. The containment unit, the proton packs... She closed her eyes in disgust at her blindness. She didn’t even think about that with Holtz trying to conceive. The thought made her sick to her stomach again. She should have been paying better attention to things around there.

“I did take precautions,” said Holtzmann. “I spiffied up some lead aprons with a Bedazzler.”

“You know she’s going to protest quite loudly when you kick her out of your lab.”

“Erin, I’m already worried about the time she’s spent in here the last few weeks. There is a growing child in question. Brain and organ development at this stage is critical.”

“If you’re worried about it, I’m sure there’s some screening that can be done during the doctor’s visits. And the levels aren’t that high. We wouldn’t be able to operate in the city if we hadn’t had to tweak everything for public safety concerns.”

“You of all people know a growing organogenesis can only take so much before malformations--”

Abby heard Erin sigh and move. She figured she probably went over and hugged Holtzmann by the lack of sound.

“You’re turning into Abby, you know that right?”

“I know. Slowly but surely,” said Holtz in a sarcastic tone. “But still, I’m not going to let Abby work in her as much as she was. I think we got a little lucky that we haven’t exactly had much time in here to goof around like we normally do. Although goofing off was when we have the most fun.”

“You two need to do some goofing off together tonight,” said Erin. “Go celebrate Holtz. This is what you wanted.”

“I don’t know how much celebrating we can do considering she has been standing outside the door for quite some time now. I know the squeak of those Chucks anywhere,” said Holtz. Abby winced. Busted. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. Erin looked highly amused, her arms crossed at her waist. Holtzmann looked concerned, more than likely for her own safety from the temper that was sure to be coming out of her wife. And Abby wasn't going to disappoint.

“If you think Holtzmann that you’re going to do anything of the sort, you...” began Abby, irritated at her lover. Her words were cut off when Holtz rushed towards her with a lead half apron. Abby was surprised at how well it fit over her hips as Holtzmann snapped it into place.

“Geez Holtz, protective much?” asked Erin. “It’s barely been 10 seconds.” Holtz spun around, looking at Erin.

“We're not taking any chances.”

“Great, I’m getting a second mother,” said Abby, looking at her lover. Holtz bowed, gesturing with her hands. “Momma Holtzmann, at your service.”

“You’re not kicking me out.”

“Abby...” began Holtzmann, making a face. “Not forever.”

“Still no. I do my best thinking in here when we’re working on something.” Erin gestured to Holtzmann.

“Abby, Holtz may have a good point. It’s probably not the best of ideas. We still don’t have a full understanding of everything we’re dealing with.”

Abby glared at Erin, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Aaaaand on that note,” said Erin quickly. “I think I’m going to head out.” She laid a hand on Holtz’s shoulder.

“I’ll look for your body in the morning.”

“Thaaaaaaanks Erin,” said Holtzmann, saluting her friend. “Make sure my grave is flashy, kay?” Erin nodded and started out the room, swiftly avoiding Abby’s hand that had reached out to nudge her in the side. Abby turned back towards Holtzmann sharply.

“Now honey, sweetie, baby?” said Holtz in a meek voice, backing up. Abby took a step forward. She had to admit, the apron covered in sparkly Ghostbusters symbols was pretty cute. She could understand over protection, but she wasn’t about to vacate Holtz’s lab for months.

“I won’t stay in here all day,” she said to Holtz with a strained sigh. “But I’m not going to just up and leave. This-- everything we’ve been working with-- you and I did this together before the others ever appeared or... reappeared.” Abby looked put out. Holtz grinned and kissed Abby on the cheeks.

“And this is why I told Erin I needed to go with the over-over-protectiveness. Because I know you’re willing to compromise more than if I just mentioned it to you.” Abby gasped, her jaw dropping.

“Holtzmann!” she said, groaning. “I cannot believe you.”

“Believe me, baby, it has worked before and it worked just now,” said Holtz teasingly. She pulled Abby into her arms.

“I heard you coming up the stairs when I was showing Erin the lead aprons. She’s really good at improv.” Holtzmann kissed Abby’s forehead, which made her close her eyes.

“Four hours and the apron.”

“I’m not arguing with you right now,” said Abby, still feeling irritated. “We just found out about the baby and you’re already trying to limit what I can do.”

“Just making adjustments,” Holtzmann said.

“Next thing I know you’ll be trying to tell me I can’t go out on calls,” huffed Abby.

“Well, it would be good,” said Holtz, thinking as she scratched under her chin. “At least in the early stages. What if a ghost physically attacks you and it causes a miscarriage? It can happen so easily in the first trimester, and--”

“Holtzmann, you finish that sentence, and I will be sending you to Patty’s for the night.”

Holtz looked surprised and a little hurt at her lover. Abby sighed and sat down on one of the stools in the workplace, feeling frustrated. She pushed up her glasses and rubbed her hands over her eyes.

“Call me crazy, but it feels like you’re sending me away from you.”

“No Abby, no,” said Holtz, moving over to her. “Just need things to be safe. For you to be safer. So I can protect you.” Her head went down to Abby’s abdomen.

“And you, tiny little Peanut.”

“Then we need to talk about these things together,” said Abby, although the image of Holtzmann talking to the baby and calling it Peanut was one of the adorable things she had ever seen out of her wife. “Not just you making decisions on your own for us, or you making improv with Erin. I am quite capable of making sound decisions.”

Holtzmann made a whining type noise, which Abby knew meant Holtz knew she was right, but she didn’t want to admit it. Abby took her hand and placed it on top of the lead apron.

“I know it’s scary,” said Abby. “Because I’m really freaking out. But we’re going to get through this.” “Six hours?” asked Holtzmann hopefully. Abby jabbed a finger into Holtz’s chest.

“You forget, I have access to mood swings and I’m not afraid to use them.”

“I have a feeling those will be well established by March,” said Holtzmann, rubbing the spit where Abby had poked her.

“Oh god, I’m going to be in my third trimester in the middle of winter, aren’t I?” Abby whimpered under her breath. Holtzmann took that opportunity to loosen the apron and took it off of her lover. She took Abby by the hand again and quietly led her upstairs.

“We can buy you good snow boots and you’ve already got a lot of thick jackets Abs,” said Holtz as she gestured for Abby to sit down at the kitchen table.

“It’s not the clothes I’m worried about, it’s the walking everywhere while carrying the equivalent of an immovable basketball on my abdomen,” said Abby sarcastically. “That apron is heavy by the way.”

“It’s lead, it’s supposed to be,” said Holtz, pulling stuff out of cabinets. “How many of those have you ever worn with experiments or going to the dentist?”

Abby couldn’t even begin to think. She laid her head down on the table with a small thunk. “I’m pregnant Jills.”

“That has already been established. What’s the next step?” “To let them grow?”

“Observe and report, yes. And also tending to the project so it’s happy and healthy, which is why I’m making dinner.”

Abby looked up, amused at her wife.

“So you’re turning me into your own little science experiment.”

“Do you think if you drank blue Gatorade the whole entire time you’re pregnant, the baby would come out blue?”

“Holtzmann...”

Holtz grinned and pulled out a large pot and started filling it with water from the sink. “I need to find a baby leather jacket. And goggles. Do they make plaid onesies?”

“What are you making?” asked Abby, slightly baffled that Holtzmann was using the stove top. “You hardly ever cook food that isn’t pre-packaged.”

“We need comfort food,” she said. “I thought I’d make that crab and bacon mac and cheese that you love. You know, the Gouda and Gruyere... and I know we’re all about the cream cheese base. I could eat the stuff by the truckload.” “That sounds heavenly right about now, actually.”

“Good,” said Holtzmann, relieved as she sat down the container of breadcrumbs. “I was worried it’d make you nauseous.”

“I think I’d eat through the nausea anyways just for homemade mac and cheese,” said Abby. “You do realize that if the baby likes this, you’re going to making it a lot.”

“I’m just hoping you don’t get sick to Pringles.”

Abby moved her hand down her abdomen. Ever since Holtzmann had mentioned that morning that she might be with child, she had been doing it all afternoon and evening. It was comforting.

“Imagine if the kid doesn’t like them in the future.”

“Blasphemy!” cried Holtz, brandishing a spoon. “No child of mine shall not like the deliciousness of a salty parabola.”

“Your child huh?” said Abby.

“You and I are having a baby,” said Holtzmann, coming up in front of Abby. “Do you know how lucky we are? You got pregnant on the first try. There are couples who try for years and decades to have children.” She crouched down and took Abby's hands in hers and kissed them. “I know you would have rather seen me pregnant instead, but trust me Abs, this is going to be an adventure.”

“One I’m sure you’ve already plotted and mapped a course for,” Abby said with a sigh.

“I do have plans for my beautiful wife,” said Holtz, kissing the skin between Abby’s neck and shoulder.

Abby pulled her back up to her eye level. “Just as long as you’re not trying to limit what I can and cannot do.”

“Scout’s Honor,” said Holtzmann. Abby didn’t feel convinced by her words and side eyed her.

“I need to get everything going,” said Holtz breezily as she got up and headed back towards the stove. Abby smiled and watched her wife dance around the kitchen with a skillet and the package of bacon.

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