#blaze runt

[illumniousart]

Mixing my special interest. I haven’t share any toy photography for a while and decided to share this tonight. Also I had to restyle Krystal’s hair which was fun to do.

[sunni-stuff]

Three days had passed since Jellybean, your rescued stray, vanished. Though an outdoor enthusiast at heart, she'd never missed a meal. Now, your phone tracker beeped, signaling proximity. The crafty runt had escaped, but you were closing in. Jellybean's street-smart ways usually brought her home, yet this time felt different. As you followed the signal, hope and worry battled within.

You traveled alone as none of the townspeople were brave enough to help with your search. The mere mention of the North Woods shook them to the core, earning your request swift declines and slammed doors in your face. Whispers and rumors follow you with every interaction 

Secluded and untraceable, his cabin lies tucked away, invisible to prying eyes.

Rumors swirl of his territorial fury. Trespassers beware—this hunter stalks from afar. His domain is unforgiving, and his presence is a constant threat. The lucky ones spot the warning sign; others never see him coming.

Even the butcher, renowned for his toughness, said no, unwilling to even hear you out.

“There’s a man in the woods,” he said, voice unwavering. “You’d be smart to forget the idea.”

The boom of the door closing makes you flinch, jumping back a bit. A man in the woods? Surely not.

Even more absurd than some creep in the woods was the thought that the big, bad butcher was scared of him. This was a man who walked you home at night, who sneered at men and pulled you close to his side when you became uncomfortable. You knew him for a long time and you’d never seen him so much as flinch, but suddenly he was all squinted eyes and hushed tones at the thought of even stepping a foot off the beaten path. It couldn't be true, right?

Well, there was only one way to prove him wrong, and it was the only way you were gonna get Jellybean back. You’re going in that forest, urban myth or not.

Shadows lengthen as you exit your truck. The door closes with a hollow thud. The townsfolk's warnings replay in your mind, urging caution. You scan the area, heart racing. Drooping leaves cast an ominous veil over the forest. The murky depths seem to whisper, both alluring and forbidding.

Anxiety grips you as you take a step further. "Bean?" You whisper, voice trembling.

Silence answers. Twigs crack underfoot, and each snap creates an ominous echo. You cringe, the sounds amplifying your unease. Yet you press on, searching the quiet forest.

Minutes stretch like hours as you quietly call Bean's name, doing your best not to attract any unwanted attention, as the woods loom, hiding unknown dangers. Glancing down, your phone shows her location, unchanged, since she first wandered off. Jellybean's absence at this late hour is unsettling. She never stayed out of the house this long, and not so still, either. You can't help but think the worst, deciding to hurry closer to her, praying to find her safe.

Venturing deeper, the terrain grew wilder. Massive leaves parted, revealing fallen trunks and tilted trees. The more you looked around, the more it became clear that the uncharted wilderness wasn't made for humans.

There was no possible way.

The forest gave little leeway to those travelings through its domain. Predators strayed barely out of sight, lurking in hopes you'd be their next meal. A howl in the distance has you on edge, skin crawling, the feeling of being watched running anxious edges.

"Just keep walking. It'll be okay. The tracker says she's near." You reassured yourself under quite murmurs, trying to will your heart calm.

Then it appeared without warning.

A wolf lurches from the woodland gloom, baring his jagged canines, poised and ready to pounce. He circles you in a slow, menacing loop, foam pooling from his parted jaws. His eyes blaze with a frenzied gleam, wild and driven by something beyond hunger. Some dark, unseen force propels him, and you feel it tightening around you.

You turn and run.

Run as fast as your legs can carry you, tearing through the thick underbrush. Foliage slaps your arms and face, and the weeds clutch at your ankles like skeletal fingers desperate to drag you down. You ignore the stinging scratches, the pounding in your chest. If you fall, if you falter for even a second—you know it’s over.

Run.

The untamed beast snaps its jaws inches behind you, hot breath searing your calves, each bite narrowly missing as he hounds you with ruthless, single-minded determination. You crash through a thicket, branches clawing at your arms, tearing through your clothes, until you stumble onto a barely visible trail where weak shafts of light seep through gaps in the trees.

There’s no time to think. No time to process the sting of cuts or the burn in your lungs, nothing beyond the raw, primal instinct to get the hell away from the rabid creature on your heels.

Then you see it.

A cabin.

Really, a dilapidated shack, its sagging roof overrun with twisting vines, looms before you, barely held together by rotting beams and splintered boards. The whole structure looks one hard gust away from collapse, yet it’s the only shelter in sight. You don’t hesitate, heart hammering in your chest, and charge toward the door.

In your frantic rush, you miss the glint of watching eyes, shining like dark coals from the shadows behind, tracking your every move.

You burst inside, slamming the door shut with a desperate shove, then lean your back against it. Your chest heaves, each ragged breath scraping your lungs as you struggle to catch your breath, the weight of dread pressing down on you even harder than the beast’s pursuit.

The aroma of simmering soup wafted through the air, warmth enveloping you. A cozy scene unfolded: a bubbling pot atop a wooden stove, a modest desk tucked away, and a solitary lantern casting a soft glow. The space exuded an unexpected warmth, soft light pooling over worn furniture and the faint scent of old wood calming your frayed nerves. Your pulse slowed as the familiar coziness settled around you. Then, a gentle brush against your leg pulled you from the haze of adrenaline.

You glanced down—and there she was. Jellybean, her eyes wide and radiant, a few telltale crumbs clinging to her brown fur from some long-forgotten snack.

A rush of tenderness overtook the fading remnants of panic. You reached down, catching the elusive little troublemaker as she gave an indignant squirm. “You little—” The half-hearted scold fizzled, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming need to hold her close. “How—How did you end up here, huh?”

Holding Jellybean close, you feel the weight of your situation settling over you—a stranger in a cabin far from familiar ground, with the last of the sunlight slipping away, trapping you inside until dawn. Outside was darkness thick and impenetrable, the forest itself a living maze you dared not attempt at night.

“Shit,” you mutter, voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might stir something in the shadows.

Slowly, you move deeper into the space, eyes sweeping over the bare walls and spartan furniture. There’s something unnervingly sterile about the place—no photos, no knickknacks. Not a trace of personality or life. Who would live here? The rumors of some reclusive figure haunting these woods flash through your mind.

No. You shake your head, brushing off the thought. This was probably just some hunter’s shack. Or a place someone from town stayed now and then, just a shelter, nothing more.

Your foot presses down on a loose floorboard, and a loud creak echoes through the stillness. You freeze, heartbeat stuttering. Jellybean’s ears twitch, but she remains calm. Before you can step back, a low groan seeps from somewhere within the cabin, rolling through the floorboards, shivering up your spine.

Your grip tightens on Jellybean, and you hold your breath, listening.

“I-Is anyone there…?” Your voice barely steady. The words hover in the silence, as though the shadows themselves are holding their breath, waiting.

Then, clear as day, you hear it.

“Help… me…”

The voice is thin and broken, barely more than a whisper. Instinct screams at you to ignore it, to sit tight until morning. But something tugs at you. The sound is weak, desperate—human. The cabin feels suddenly smaller, its walls pressing in, urging you to run.

“Please… someone help me…"

A shiver races down your spine. Curse your altruism. You clutch Jellybean tighter, swallowing back the fear rising in your throat.

“U-uh, where…?” The question slips out before you can think, shaky and uncertain.

Silence stretches taut, pressing against your ears. Then, faint and low, a whining sound rises from beneath the floorboards, almost like a wounded animal. Every instinct screams at you to turn back, to stay safe. But you find yourself edging closer to the noise, heart hammering against your ribs.

Your gaze lands on a small, almost-hidden door near the far wall—the entrance to a cellar.

The pleas are louder here, wavering but persistent, each whisper curling up from the depths. “Help… please…”

You should walk away. This is a bad idea. A terrible idea. But, against every sliver of common sense, your hand reaches out, fingers trembling as they brush over the handle.

It turns with a rusty groan, and you pull the door open, revealing a narrow staircase descending into shadow. At the bottom, you catch the flicker of ember light, glowing faintly as if from a dying fire.

The cellar stretches out before you, a vast, dimly lit space far larger than should exist beneath such a modest shack. Shadows cling to the walls, the only light casting a faint, sickly orange glow that barely cuts through the murk. You step cautiously, heart-pounding, but then you glance to your right—and freeze.

The scene hits you with a nauseating force. Men hang suspended from thick meat hooks, bodies bruised and broken, some barely clinging to life, others unmoving, their faces blank and eyes empty. Their battered forms twist slightly in the air, like grotesque puppets left to dangle and rot. You swallow hard, stomach twisting as bile rises in your throat.

But then the horror deepens—recognition dawns. One face after another, familiar, each one seared into memory. The delivery driver who refused to take no for an answer, the lawyer from the pub whose relentless advances wore you down, the pizza guy who loitered outside your job, watching, waiting. All here. Hung like slabs of meat in this nightmarish cellar.

Your mind spins, the details piecing together in a sickening realization. The butcher. He’d warned them off, told you they wouldn’t bother you anymore. But this? This was something beyond any threat, beyond any punishment you’d ever imagined.

How? How had they ended up here? How did any of this exist beneath an unassuming cabin in the middle of the woods?

You weren’t supposed to see this. This was something that should have remained buried, hidden in the depths where secrets go to rot. The enormity of it presses down on you, making it hard to breathe, hard to think.

But then, one of them stirs. The pizza guy, his head lolling weakly to the side, lifts his face. His eyes, clouded and bloodshot, light up with recognition—a desperate spark of life in his hollow gaze. “Help! Please, before he comes back!” he rasps, voice cracking.

He.

The word rings in your mind, cold and jagged. He? Who could do this? Who would do this?

Your voice trembles as the question slips out, a thin whisper in the oppressive silence. “W—who… who are you talking about?”

The cellar door slams shut behind you, the echo reverberating off the cold stone walls, trapping you in the silence that follows. Heavy, methodical footsteps descend the rotting stairs, each step creaking beneath his weight. His breathing is deep, ragged, each inhale and exhale marking his slow, purposeful approach.

Don’t turn around.

Your body locks up, instinct screaming to flee, but your legs refuse to move. You clutch Jellybean tightly to your chest, but suddenly, she squirms, thrashing in your arms in a way she never has before. Confusion twists through your terror—Jellybean has always clung to you, never trying to escape. What was she doing?

With a leap, she slips from your grasp, landing soundlessly on the floor. She pads past you, moving behind you, and the silence is filled with soft, delighted purring.

You don’t want to look. You hold still, desperately hoping that if you don’t move, you’ll disappear, fade into the shadows. But you can feel him standing just behind you, the weight of his presence pressing down like a storm cloud.

And then, a voice. Familiar. Deep, smooth, and thick with a British lilt, edged with something that both chills and soothes you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, a note of affection clear in his tone as he addresses Jellybean.

Recognition strikes you like a blow. That voice—you’ve heard it a thousand times. The same voice that always offered a warm “good evening” when he walked you home at night. The same voice that laughed as he handed Jellybean her treats at the butcher shop. The same voice that warned you, with a peculiar intensity, to avoid these woods.

The butcher.

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A/N: I don't usually do long writing stuff... but I've had this one in the drafts for too long and wanted it out. I kind of like how it turned out but I can def improve!

[ofthenether]

Piglin Lore! Potentially will have more parts, we'll see.

(Transcript under the cut)

PLAYER

Can survive the Overworld without help

Pink fur, unnaturally colored mane

Most variable

Can display traits of other types

BRUTE

Largest

Strongest

No clan instinct

Most hostile

COLLARED

Were once nomads

NOMAD

Most common

Travels w/ clan

Traders, hunters

Relies on brutes for structural defence

Scared of undead

Wary of Player piglins and humans

WARPED

Infection

Most others avoid (stinky)

Die easily from open wounds

NETHER BASED undead

ZOMBIFIED

Unnatural

Unresponsive, except for clan instinct

Nomads fear them

Brutes kill them

Piglins blame Humans for their existence

Cause of distrust between most piglins and Player piglins

OVERWORLD undead

Fur Patterns: Influenced by their home biome. Comes in any natural color. Overworld air turns them pink. Warped fungus turns them purple. (listed in order: Basalt Delta, Soulsand Valley, Crimson Forest, Nether Wastes, Warped Forest)

Piglins are primarily carnivores, with fungivore tendencies in times of low food.

Piglins do not display sexual dimorphism, or any gender roles in their society beyond "sows," or the piglins that give birth, or "farrowed."

("What's a man?" "I heard it was a chicken")

CLAN BONDS: Piglins display an instinctual bond to those close to them, their "clan." This connection can be displayed between family, friends, or lovers. Rarely, it can even transcend species barriers, with some piglins bonding to humans.

Piglins consider this bond to be sacred. It was a way of survival in the harsh Nethr environments, and they believe this strong connection to be holy. It's the reason why piglins become hostile when one is attacked. This trait even remains in the undead, despite their lack of cognitive function.

The worst crime a piglin can commit is killing their clan.

Those guilty of this are called "Butchers."

BASTIONS: Brutes are taken in at 5 years old at every "cool" season, or when the lava lakes are receded.

They are taken from their family, and trained to be warriors. To defend their bastions with their lives, and the gold inside.

Brutes are supposed to be a fallback for nomadic clans, in case of a mass attack; either Players, or the Infected.

Clan bonds are heavily discouraged, they are forcibly snapped upon discovery. Bonds are seen as weakness in the bastions. The only connections should be with the entire squadron.

Each Brute has a collar. Enchanted with the Curse of Binding, it will choke the wearer upon wandering too far from their home bastion without permission to persuade runners.

These collars also embed magical commands into the brutes, so the Commander can control their troops.

HIERARCHY: Commander, Advisors, Brutes, Yearlings, Runts

NAMES: Piglin names are primarily nouns. Families will name their children similar items (Netherrack, Netherbrick). Sometimes, names will be from mythologies. This is more commonly seen in bastions, where piglins have no familial connections.

However, there's dangers in this. They will never name themselves after active piglin spirits (they don't believe in "gods.") Names have the power to invoke them, and no one wants to draw their ire.

Clan bond nicknames, however, are designed to do exactly that. They are they piglin trying to summon physical manifestations of their love for another. Usually these nicknames are something sentimental to the piglin and related to their perception to their clan. It is considered the highest honor to be given a bond name.

SPIRITS:

REITIEN - Spirit of Chance, Change, Hunt (Anything Living)

IGNATIA - Spirit of Order, Structure (Blazes, Bastions)

THE ROT - Spirit of Death, Undead (Anything 'Dead')

[mindblowingscience]

Simulations of Mercury's childhood suggest the runt of the Solar System may have inherited a fortune in the form of a 15-kilometer (9-mile) thick layer of solid diamond. Sandwiched between the core and the mantle hundreds of miles beneath the surface of a world that orbits within a whisker of our blazing hot Sun, the hypothetical bonanza is decidedly safe from any future spacefaring heists. But the findings could have implications for the development of rocky planets like Mercury, and possibly explain a thing or two about the tiny planet's mysteriously persistent magnetic field.

Continue Reading.

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

Tongle

Gavril

Luella

Malachite

Leonard

[eldritch-spouse]

Dear beloved bagel loving pinnie

" LISTEN HERE, RUNT- " And you know better than to speak up when he stomps over to you. " I'M ONLY GOING TO WARN YOUR STUPID ASS ONCE. I CATCH YOU TREATING THAT LITTLE SHITBALL LIKE A BABY AGAIN- "

How would he react if after he finished we asked him to give us our own baby then? We just want something little and lovable to carry around with a happy angry smile. Is this how the wrath heir was born? I want his babies. I'd love the little gremlins we would have.

Sincerely the bagel chef,

Little Nope

That shifts the energy in the room immediately now, doesn't it?

If you wanted to be bent over the dinner table and get the spit railed out of you, all you had to do was demand it of Kalymir.

He'll tut about how there's much better ways to get your point across than to babysit a grown sloth demon, but it holds less bite now that he's laser-focused on breeding you until your legs are numb and you'll be dripping his seed for days on end.

It's a fond day to recall once you're swollen with his heir.

If ever the two of you have a second child, you imagine they too will be conceived in a blaze of passionate rage, as they should.

[number1spongebobfan]

Hotel Toonsylvania

Cast:

Count Von Count (Sesame Street) as Dracula

The Countess (Sesame Street) as Martha

Mavis (Thomas & Friends) as Mavis

Manny (Ice Age) as Frankenstein

Ellie (Ice Age) as Eunice

Jack Skellington (The Nightmare Before Christmas) as Murray

Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove) as Griffin

Humphrey (Alpha and Omega) as Wayne

Kate (Alpha and Omega) as Wanda

Claudette (Alpha and Omega) as Winnie

Runt and Stinky (Alpha and Omega) as Werewolf Pups

Percy (Thomas & Friends) as Jonathan

Mayor Shelbourne (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs) as Quasimodo

Disney's Flubber as Blobby

Bob and Linda (Bob's Burgers) as Mike and Linda

Noseybonk (Jigsaw) as Vlad

Smaug (The Hobbit) as Bela

Ivor the Engine as Dennis

Mr. Plotz (Animaniacs) as Abraham Van Helsing

Janice (The Muppets) as Ericka Van Helsing

Template belongs to @blaze-art

[salemsbane]

@ladyohdeath: you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you. accepting.

DEATH IS A FORLORN PUPPY NIPPING AT HER HEELS. agatha seethes at this thought as she crosses the distance from the camp her coven has set up, and feels the presence of rio fall into step just behind her shoulder. a shadow once as familiar as her own. for decades she had finally escaped this oppressive, rogue chip of her heart she had broken off so many centuries ago ― and now it carves at her chest with a blade, trying to find its way back in. vulnerable, suddenly everything is piercing her skin with something ravenous, crowding in on her. and what is she to do if not lash out in return?

this game between them is well - played. agatha whirls, a tempest wrapped in a woman: rio stands her ground, as ancient and unbending as the earth itself. tempers flare, ignited by the desperate ache of love buried six feet under, the splintered grief, and something about it all is still so exciting. to get under death's skin. even without magic, agatha's mind has always been her weapon, her mouth the trigger. and suddenly her back is flat against the bark of one of the runt's conjured trees, the fire the others gather 'round shrouded behind several yards of shrub ( when had she stalked so far away? ), and cold hands scrabble at the hem of her blouse tucked into purple slacks. not quite fighting, certainly not embracing, but her body burns all the same. it remembers, even if she refuses to.

( i should have banished you when i had the chance. ) she says it with a sharp grin, waiting for rio to take the bait: watches that dark gaze flicker to hers, feels hands falter on her waist, before something blazes anew in the green witch's eyes. she expects a fight. instead, a hiss expels between her teeth as death's fingers finally find purchase on her flesh, bundling the fabric of her shirt higher to expose fair skin ― and all at once, it is like a bucket of cold water splashes over her, realizing what rio is searching for. a split second, her eyes follow her former lover's, catching on the monochrome petals of that cursed flower blooming just above her waistband. the game is no longer thrilling. agatha feels pinned, lungs shuddering around a breath of suffocating air ( rio's scent ). tears burn the corners of her eyes as rio's words brush over her ear, breath caressing the shell of it, too warm. ( she should have. she should have burned everything that had anything to do with lady death. )

her lips curl back, cornered prey, shoving her palms flat against rio's chest to force her back a few steps. shaky hand smoothes the rumbles from her shirt, opposite index extended accusingly. “ keep your hands to yourself, you creature. ” like they're still playing. like agatha hasn't been rattled to her core, sucking in desperate breaths of this false road, as long as it doesn't taste like her.

[mxgicthot]

Kinktober 2024

Using the same tcm prompt list for Day 14 : Sweat

Not going in order of days, this is just an excuse to write gross sweaty violence lol

Saikhnaa belongs to @b00ket

Pairing : Erden x Saikhnaa

cw : violence, saikhnaa gets smothered with a sweaty shirt

The gym was packed, a dull roar of weights clanging and grunts filling the air. Saikhnaa, all seven and a half feet of him, was rigid with fury, his muscles bunching under his sweat-drenched tank top. He loomed over a smaller guy who was shrinking back, wide-eyed.

Erden leaned against a nearby machine, his sharp gaze watching it all unfold. The shorter guy—well, shorter compared to them—had said something to Saikhnaa, and it didn’t take long for the tension to spike. The guy was puffed up, trying to look tough, but the look on Saikhnaa’s face made it clear that he was pushing all the wrong buttons.

“Hey, big guy, how about putting that weight down before you hurt yourself?” the little guy had taunted, probably thinking he was being funny. The problem was, Saikhnaa didn’t look like he was in the mood for jokes.

Erden’s smirk faded as he saw Saikhnaa’s grip tighten around a 50-pound plate. For a second, it looked like Saikhnaa was going to launch the thing right at the guy’s head. The room seemed to hold its breath, the usual gym chatter dying down as people sensed the brewing conflict. With a resigned sigh, Erden pushed off the frame and strode over.

“Hey, hey! Put the damn weight down, man,” Erden barked, stepping between them. He could feel the other guy’s panicked breath behind him. “We’re not here to smash heads.”

“Move,” Saikhnaa growled, his eyes blazing as he glared at Erden. The smaller guy took the chance to dart off, making a beeline for the exit. He didn’t budge. Instead, he crossed his arms, meeting Saikhnaa’s glare. 

“Yeah, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” Erden’s voice was low, unflinching. “Calm down. You’re making a scene.”

Saikhnaa’s massive chest heaved, his nostrils flaring. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his neck, trailing over the curve of his collarbone and disappearing beneath his shirt. He looked like a caged beast ready to tear through its restraints.

“I don’t need you to babysit me,” he snapped, teeth bared. “That little runt needed to be put in his place.”

“And what, you were going to flatten him with a 50-pound weight?” Erden shot back, his tone scathing. “Smart move. Real smart.”

Saikhnaa’s jaw clenched, his entire frame trembling with pent-up energy. He took a step closer, looming over Erden. “I’m not in the mood,” he rumbled, voice dangerously low.

“Clearly,” Erden replied, eyes narrowing as he refused to step back. “But you’re gonna be in the mood to get kicked out if you don’t cool it.”

They stood there, tension crackling between them like a live wire. Erden could feel the heat radiating off Saikhnaa’s body, see the way his chest heaved and the muscles in his arms flexed. He knew this look—had seen it before, usually right before Saikhnaa tore into someone. 

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Saikhnaa muttered, his voice a low growl. He took another step forward, crowding into the other man's space. His eyes were locked onto Erden’s, intense and feral. 

Erden’s lips curled into a grin, unbothered by the threatening posture. “Somebody’s gotta keep you in check. You’re a walking disaster when you get like this.”

Saikhnaa’s nostrils flared, and for a split second, something flickered in his expression—something that made Erden’s smirk falter. The next thing he knew, Saikhnaa’s hand was fisted in his shirt, yanking him forward. Erden stumbled, but didn’t break eye contact, the sharp retort on his tongue dying as he saw the look in Saikhnaa’s eyes.

Rage, yes. But there was something else there, too. Something heated and wild, a hunger that had nothing to do with the fight.

“You like pushing me, huh?” Saikhnaa whispered, his voice a harsh rasp. Erden’s pulse jumped, and his gaze flicked down involuntarily, catching on the sweat-slick muscles of Saikhnaa’s chest and the way his entire body seemed to vibrate with energy.

Erden cocked his head, suddenly aware of just how close they were. Saikhnaa’s grip tightened, and he was pulled even closer, until he could feel the heat of the other man’s breath against his cheek.

“You’re funkin' sweaty, Saikhnaa,” he muttered, more to fill the silence than anything else. His voice was steady, but there was a rough edge to it. “You sure this isn’t getting to your head?”

“Maybe I am,” Saikhnaa murmured, his tone taunting. “But you’re not helping.” He shifted, his massive frame pressing Erden back a step. 

Erden rolled his eyes at that. He was used to Saikhnaa being temperamental, but this was different. This was—

With a roar of frustration, Saikhnaa lunged at Erden, massive hands reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt. But Erden was ready. He twisted out of Saikhnaa’s grip, using quicker reflexes to dodge to the side. Saikhnaa stumbled, but recovered quickly, whipping around with a snarl.

Saikhnaa swang one huge arm in a vicious backhand. Erden ducked, feeling the air whoosh past his head as the blow narrowly missed. He darted in low, aiming a quick jab at Saikhnaa’s ribs. The impact was solid, and Saikhnaa grunted, but it was like hitting a wall of muscle. Saikhnaa barely flinched, just gritted his teeth and swung again, this time with both hands, aiming to grab Erden by the shoulders and crush him into the ground.

But Erden was slippery. He twisted out of Saikhnaa’s grasp, ducking under his outstretched arms and slipping around to his side. With a quick, brutal motion, he yanked his own sweat-soaked shirt up over his head, then lunged, wrapping the damp fabric around Saikhnaa’s face.

“Gah—!” Saikhnaa choked, staggering back as Erden shoved the shirt against his mouth and nose, the heavy, wet fabric smothering him. He flailed, arms windmilling wildly as he tried to tear the shirt away, but Erden held on, muscles straining as he fought to keep the hulking giant off balance.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Erden hissed, his voice tight with exertion. Saikhnaa’s struggles were powerful—each thrash of his massive frame sending tremors through Erden’s body—but he gritted his teeth and held firm, using every ounce of leverage he had to keep the shirt pressed against Saikhnaa’s face.

Saikhnaa’s roar was muffled, a low, furious sound vibrating against Erden’s chest. His hands clawed at the shirt, ripping at the fabric, but Erden only tightened his grip, leaning in close.

“Relax, big guy,” he murmured, voice a harsh whisper. “You’re not gonna win this if you just flail around. Use your head for once.”

Saikhnaa’s response was a guttural snarl, and he surged forward, using his sheer size and strength to bullrush Erden backward. Erden stumbled, feet skidding against the gym floor, but he didn’t let go. They crashed into a nearby weight rack, dumbbells clattering to the ground as Erden’s back slammed into the cold metal.

“Damn it, Saikhnaa—” Erden gasped, but before he could finish, Saikhnaa managed to wrench the shirt free, flinging it aside with a furious growl. His face was flushed, eyes blazing, chest heaving as he glared down at Erden.

Saikhnaa swung again, a wild, heavy punch that Erden barely managed to dodge. The blow grazed his shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through it, darting forward to grapple with the much larger man.

They collided, bodies slamming together in a tangle of limbs and muscle. Erden hooked one leg around Saikhnaa’s knee, trying to trip him up, but Saikhnaa was like a brick wall—immovable, unyielding. He gripped Erden’s shoulders, fingers digging in painfully as he shoved him backward.

“Stay down!” Saikhnaa bellowed, voice booming in the enclosed space. He shoved hard, and Erden felt his balance falter, his feet slipping out from under him. With a grunt, he went down, hitting the floor with a jarring thud.

But even as he fell, he didn’t stop. He twisted, rolling with the momentum and lashing out with a sharp kick to Saikhnaa’s shin. The bigger man yelped, stumbling, and Erden used the opening to scramble back to his feet.

Erden spat, wiping a trickle of sweat from his brow. His heart was pounding, muscles burning from the effort, but he didn’t back down. “You want to keep going? Come at me.”

Saikhnaa’s eyes were wild, chest heaving as he glared at Erden. He looked like he was on the verge of charging again, but something in Erden’s gaze made him hesitate. Slowly, he straightened, nostrils flaring as he sucked in deep, ragged breaths.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

The Boy That Cried 'Help'

Warnings: supernatural whump and torture, blood and pain, bullying, vicious attack, near-death experience

Topic: supernatural whump.

Jack is a young shapeshifter-hybrid boy with partial animal blood. He was wandering the forest one day, when some human teenagers came upon him, and decided to use him for their sick entertainment and attack him.

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Jack snapped back fully conscious with a gurgling scream of pure agony as blinding light filled his vision... and then... there was nothing at all. An empty void of darkness he drifted through. But suddenly... a stabbing pain lanced his midsection, making him wake up with a gasp. Where was he?! He glanced around, wild-eyed. He saw... the jungle. And when he looked down... blood was soaking through his shirt from a long slash across his abdomen. He was no more than 14 years of age.

   Jack lurched to his feet, only to be met with a blast of agony in the side of his face as something hard and solid cracked into his jaw, sending him reeling as he crumpled back to the ground with a cry as raucous laughter rang out.

   "What's wrong, freak? Can't handle a few 'weakling' humans?" Someone taunted.

   Jack coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, staring with wide eyes up at a tall human teenager that loomed over him, holding a makeshift bat that was a large, heavy branch. The end was dripping with Jack's own blood, and he flinched hard as the human stepped menacingly closer. There were two other young humans there with him, that had him surrounded.

   Jack had been merely going out to get some fresh air in the jungle after getting fed up with some of the other hybrids at the safehouse bullying him... only to be found by these three older teenagers who had snuck out of their human colony to hunt before they were old enough to. And now... Jack had become the prey, the victim of their cruel games.

   "P-Please... I-I don't want any trouble..." Jack whimpered helplessly, blood bubbling out of his badly broken nose. He frantically scooted away from the boy with the bat but crashed into his friend's legs, who had been standing behind Jack to cut him off.

   "Aww, is the poor animal-boy scared?" He mocked, then kicked Jack hard in the ribs, making him collapse and curl in on himself with a broken wheeze, clutching his stomach.

   "....Help...." Jack croaked through a mouthful of blood, knowing no one could hear him. The third human approached his shivering form, drawing a sharp hunting knife from his belt, and Jack's dreading eyes latched onto it, widening with raw terror and panic.

   "N-No!" Jack shouted, and clumsily stumbled to his feet, staggering heavily as he tried to run away on legs that were too injured to hold his weight.

   "Where are you going, runt?" The boy with the bat laughed cruelly. "I thought you hybrids were supposed to be dangerous and scary!" Jack let out another ragged wail as blazing pain streaked through his left leg as the boy crushed his makeshift bat into his shin, sending him sprawling on the hard earth.

   Jack moaned and writhed weakly as the human with the knife came and put a knee on his chest to hold him down. He could barely see through the blood dripping in his eyes, choking on it as it filled his throat. His eyes were wide and pleading as they stared up into the heartless face of his attacker. He was outnumbered.... outmatched in every way... it was an unfair fight, one that young Jack stood no chance of winning...

   He let out a bloodcurdling shriek of pure agony as the teenager dug the sharp blade into his arm, slowly carving a deep gash while the other two humans just stood and watched and laughed cruelly at his suffering. The edges of Jack's vision were darkening, his life fading with every heartbeat as the laughter rattled through his skull, sickening. Humans hated hybrids. They would kill him... he didn't want to die...

   Help... he begged desperately to the wilderness. HELP...

And that's when he felt it for the first time; a strange power thrumming in his veins, a connection to every form of life in the jungle all at once. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as tears of pure pain rolled down his bloodied, battered face. Helpless and vulnerable, unable to fight back as that blade kept carving its cruel path.

   ...And he vividly remembered the screaming, though it didn't sound like his own, and the sharp blade in his flesh suddenly disappeared. There was the sound of shrieking and snarling and growling and crunching and snapping, and then a terrible silence. Jack kept his eyes closed, but eventually mustered the courage to crack them open, only to find himself staring up into the face of a giant wolf.

   He gasped fearfully, jerking to sit up and scramble away from the deadly predator. He got to his feet and stood in shock, his whole body shaking and covered in his own blood as his wide eyes looked around the clearing. And there, he saw something horrific. He saw the three humans who were about to kill him... all dead, in pools of blood, and the wolf had that same blood streaking its fur. Jack's stomach twisted with dread. He was next, he was sure of it. This wolf would tear him apart like it had done with the humans and -- He held his breath, but the wolf made no move to attack him, to both his surprise and relief. It just stared at him blankly.

   The initial fear quickly dissolved into confusion, and Jack tilted his head to the side quizzically... and the wolf did the same. His blood ran cold. He tipped his head to the other side, and again, the wolf mimicked the movement perfectly, terrifyingly in-sync.

   Jack took a hesitant, trembling step forward. Then another, and another. Until he was face-to-face with the massive animal, close enough to run a hand over its blood-smeared fur. And that's when he realized he could feel the wolf's presence in his mind, a primal connection to it deep in his bones. And that was the moment when Jack first discovered his gifts as an animal mindbender, unlocked them in a time of great stress. For the first time in his entire life he felt... powerful. Dangerous.

   And in that moment he vowed never to let himself be that weak, that vulnerable, ever again. He would never let himself be taken advantage of again.

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@scoundrelwithboba

[5eraphim]

The Emperor and The Tower for yandere Scout please! ))

Lin to the original yandere tarot cards post!

The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don't they care? 

He cares greatly. No matter how hard he wants to come off as a "tough" or "cool" guy, he simply isn't. External validation means so much to Scout. He wants your undivided attention, praise, and approval. He wants it all. Considering Scout believes he's had to fight harder than anyone to get recognition as the youngest and the "runt" of the litter, he still can't help but feel fiercely competitive around others in your life to be your #1. Though he's likely more than a little delusional that his feelings are reciprocated, he genuinely thinks you're playing hard to get by turning him down. (Low-key considers it's all the more fun to "work" for your love and might even believe this is all some game between the two of you.)

The Devil - What taboo things would this yandere do to their darling? 

Scout is utterly terrified of losing you. The idea of being left all alone after you chose someone else over him equally scares and infuriates him. If it came down to it, he wouldn't hesitate to use the threat of, or in extreme cases, enact physical violence against you to keep you loyal to him above anyone else. Or at least to keep you from leaving. While he knows this isn't going to make you like him any more, he does derive pleasure in knowing he can restrain you like this. Feeling powerful, in control. Furthermore, if Scout were to find out you were planning on leaving him for another guy, he wouldn't hesitate to use violence to exterminate or maim the opposition. He's not exactly the "psychological" type of yandere and doesn't bother much with trying to play mind games. Still, he might consider leaving the rival alive but in agony, knowing how much more it would hurt you seeing someone you care about barely clinging onto life, knowing how much more compliant you'll likely be, not wanting to test Scout knowing what his wrath could incur.

The Emperor - How much of their darling's life does this yandere dictate/want to dictate? 

Scout likely isn't concerned with controlling the details of your life so long as he knows you love him more than anyone else. So while he hates sharing your attention with others, how you spend your free time or alone time is your own business. Though he deals with separation anxiety and hates when you spend too much time away from him. 

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react? 

Run headfirst into the conflict to solve the problem himself. Scout knows his speed is his greatest asset, and he'd be wasting precious time standing around trying to think of some contrived plan before jumping into action. Nor would he try to be sneaky and gain the element of surprise. Instead, he'll be jumping in guns blazing if you're in danger, no questions asked. Scout's fiercely protective and would do anything to protect you, and specifically wants to be the one to save you. The boost to his ego is just a nice bonus. Also important to mention, he's not gonna leave your side until he's certain you're safe or after you've treated any injuries from the altercation. 

[floatingcamel23]

classifying mobs 4

im back! time for pt 4! today we will discuss piglins, aquatics and enders!

(camel here. it seems i forgot the piglin bosses from minecraft legends. i forgot to add them to the boss/mini boss category. sry bout that!)

the piglins are.... a weird bunch. we wont talk about Sus scrofa domesticus (average pigs), we will talk abt Sus scrofa carnivora (the scientific name i gave to the piglin/hoglins). being able walk on two feet, intelligent and have a love of gold, the piglins are a iconic bunch. reminiscent of orcs from modern fantasy, they carry weapons made of cold and are deadly in a group. lets take a look.

Sus scrofa carnivora/piglins and hoglins: fungus thrower, piglin, piglin hunter, zombifies fungus thrower, zombified piglin, zombified piglin hunter, hoglin, unstoppable tusk, ancient piglin/fungus thrower/hunter, blaze runt, brute, clanger, lava launcher, mace runt, piglin builder, pigmadillo, portal guard, seeker, spore medic, spore back, war boar, the great og, the beast, the devourer, the unbreakable, ancient hoglin, the seer, pigman, zombie pigman, zoglin.

next are cephalopods and aquatics creatures. they are the squids, ocotpuses, cuttle fish, guardians and more of the minecraft world. lets do this.

aquatics: squids, glow squids, guardians, elder guardians, barnacle, crab, wave whisperer, tropical slime, fishes, clam, eponymous squid, and more.

finally the enders. no given name to these silly bois so i gave them a scientific name based on the human turned into enderman theory (the scientific name will only include humanoid enders.) meet: Homo enderian.

enders: enderman, ender dragon, shulker, endermite, blastling, snareling, watchling, endersent, the swarm, the watcher of the end, heart of ender, vengeful heart of ender, imperfect heart of ender, ancient enderman (looming doom), icy ender creeper and giant enderman.

ok bonus. this is a weird one but a short one.

humanoids: villagers, illagers, NPC, monster, mob of me, beast boy, black steve, rana, steve, rascal, pigman, piglins, ray tracing, mobbo, minecraft dungeons heroes, (they exist in the lore) steve villager hybrid (found in the original wiki), warrior.

see you in pt 5!

[maelihi]

Blaze - Detailed HC Guide! <3

Hello! so this is a somewhat guide to my version of blaze! mostly phoenix drop high since that’s the series that i’ve focused on a lot. not canonical at all really.

Height

6’8

this comes from the fact that in my little universe, the werewolves tend to be a bit bigger than regular humans, aside from the runts of the werewolf population. even in this fact, blaze is quite massive, as the werewolves around this height are usually not buff, and are skinny and leanly built.

Weight

302lbs

so yes, he is a rather big boy. but that’s alright cause who doesn’t like a fat man once and a while? but most of this weight consists of muscle, though he also eats quite a bit. bulks up quite a bit, and he’s happy with himself.

Personality

Confident. Supportive. Protective. Air-Headed.

he is very confident in his abilities and just generally in himself. he is very supportive of his friends and peers, no matter what they want to major on. very protective guy, and someone to take action when things are not right to him. and of course, airheaded. he’s always doing stupid things that get him in trouble, and tends to do stupidly funny things for laughs.

Scars?

Yes.

in canon, he has one over the bridge of his nose, which i’ve kept. he also had many on his hands, arms and chest. a few on his legs as well. just does a lot of stuff that leaves scars.

Hair

Dark Red/ Maroon Red

in his werewolf form, he had very fiery hair that is bright and and very not human-like. though in his human form, his hair isn’t as bright, though it’s still noticeably red.

Eyes

Green-Blue/ Brown-Blue

in his werewolf form, he has a green eye on his right side, and a blue eye on his right. in his human form i’ve changed the blue to be duller and less mystical while i’ve changed the green one to brown, as in humans it’s much more common in heterochromatic cases for one eye to be lacking of color (i think! don’t quote me on that.)

Ethnicity

Pacific Islander, Specifically Samoan.

i find the samoan culture very pretty, and blaze is a darker skinned character. i went with pacific islander, and while i plan to do a very diverse range of ethnicities and races, i have chosen samoan for him.

Physique

Fit, Muscular, Obese.

he is in very good shape, and tries to keep a good diet, though he finds it pretty hard. very muscular man, works out quite a bit. also obese, as he is bigger, and he is above the weight suggestion for his height/age group. but who cares. bmi doesn’t always equal health.

Clothing Style

Rusty, Manly.

in his canonical outfits, some of them are horrific. he is colorblind, so perhaps that’s why. but either way, i’d say he’s a very manly person. flannel lover, likes tighter shirts to show off his super sick abs.

Character Rating

10/10

love him. very very much <3

[fandomlover84]

Bittybones In Twisted Wonderland; Bittybones

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Y/n: Kya {Pure Bite}, Solar {Lumen}, Lunar {Nocturne}, Blaze {Fire Papa}, Flare {Bloodymoon}, Prince {Fire Royal}, Macaroon {Macaron}, Casper {Ghost}, Royal {Kingding}, FireFrost {Alpha Baby Grillby}, Icy {Omega Gaster Babybones}, Shard {Alpha Gaster Babybones}, Tundra {Beta Gaster Babybones}, FireFlame {Beta Baby Grillby}, Icicles {Alpha Papy babybones}, Frostbite {Alpha Sans Babybones}, Snowfall {Omega Papy baby bones}, Fireflurry {Omega Grillby babybones}, Blizzard {Beta Sans babybones}, Arctic {Beta Papy Babybones}, Glacier {Omega Sans babybones} (19)

Lux: Switch {Swap}, Soldier {Mutt}, Lumière {Dream/Paladin}, Green {Blind/B}, Captain {BlackBerry}, Melrakki {Snowberry} (6)

Haruki: Curly {Sea foam}, Spookheart {Spoopster}, Fintan {Yanby}, Bunbun {Punny}, Tea {Teacup}, Barzellette {Corny}, Blend (7)

Nymphe: Void Goop {Goopster}, Aiden {FireRing}, Windy {Suave}, Knuckles {Brassberry}, Axel {Dadster}, (5)

Aria: Rose petal {Bud the Rose} Comet {Stars}, Fedora {Yanberry Swapdere}, Rhythm {Maestro}, Anwar {Mamba}, Graphite {Error/Gaffes} (6)

Belladonna: Stormy {Savvy}, Naia {Dolphin}, Sea {Papy}, turtle {San}, Anti {Krait}, Azure {Baby Blue}, Bean, (7)

Aaron: Lucifer {Boss}, Diablo {Edgy}, Satan {Fell}, Amon {Coral Lamia}, Jaune {Dream/Marvels}, Jokester {Honey Bo}, Electro {Wingdings}, Hounddoom {Heckberry} Leo {Papython}, Stampy {ink/Stamps} (10)

Indivar: Hunter {Horror}, Honey {Little Bro}, Fusion {Yancap}, Catena {Chain}, Feather {Pygmy}, Majesty {King}, SugarTrap {Teeth}, Smooth, (8)

Hades: Kit {Kitcat}, Pup {Pupy}, Sleepy {Softbones}, Black {Nightmare/Dreads}, Sombre {Nightmare}, Nurse {Poppy}, Cherry Red {Runt/Cherry}, Reef {Coral}, Dee Dee {Daze The Flower}, Tiger {Babybones kitty Alpha} Lion {Babybones kittys Beta}, linx {Babybones kitty Omega}, Mort {Baby Pup Alpha}, Flash {Baby Pup Beta}, Vie {Baby Pup Omega} (15)

(Page will get edited as time goes on or When I wanted to add another Bitty)

[Note] I do not know the over all Idea of Bittys bone that be Mama Cry, I only own my Ocs Part of the plot as it mostly following The Twisted Wonderland plot but with my own plot ideas added in to make this Story my own. Not copy and Pasta Or Get someone say in the Comments “YoU’Re CoPyInG _____ WoRk” And the Drawing that have the L🖤S or With the Fandomlover And the Otter on it or the Symbol I made for my storys. Which is at the top of the Chapter on Quotev. The Alphatale Bittybones Belongs to AlphaMamaLioness on Tumblr and A lot of the Other Bittys are From Tumblr I can’t find all of them or They belong to fandom, I will try and Put all the Creators of said bitties when I have a Chance I will put in on this Chapter. P.S I forgot my password word for My tumblr but I found it and Now going to Publish my Story on here with the chapters I have done. with that out of the way. Creepypastalover84 Signing Out. ☮️

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WIP Wednesday!

Tagged in by @kookaburra1701! Thanke, thanke!!

Annoyingly just finished the main WIP I'd been working on (third chapter of Lost Things Found) buuuuuut have had a little side fic project. Basically a rewrite of an older thing I wrote (a piece of apocrypha) of my dagonist, Daro Lye, telling her version of the origin myth for Mehrunes Dagon. Soooooo ya! Excerpt of that!

The fire of the camp roared. The moons hung, both full, above the small desert clearing. Most had gone a-bed at this late hour but others… others had stayed awake to hear what tales the traveler that had come into their midst had to tell. The Baandari delighted in stories, and this stranger certainly seemed likely to have her fair share. Even if they’d need to wait until she was ready to share them.

She had come, under blazing midday sun. She had shared nods and smiles with those she passed. Introduced herself as a storyteller and alchemist. Unbothered by blazing heat or the dust from the road that clung to her red robes, she had found herself a seat closest to the then-small fire set up for when night fell. She had stuck her staff – a wicked thing, tipped with moonlike crescent – into the earth beside her and closed her eyes to wait ‘till now with knowing grin.

Now, come night, with crowd gathered ‘round and Jone and Jode above… she uncoiled. Like a Black Marsh frog mid-leap. She unfolded, upwards and upwards from her seated position in a hop-jump to standing. She bowed to those gathered, white eyes glinting red with the flames, and began to speak her story. No introductions needed. Those gathered knew what they had come for – for tales and stories – and the stranger knew this too.

“Daro Lye… this one… is sure you have heard of Merrunz before, yes?” she said. Those gathered offering small nods, for who could not know of the Great Kitten? The destructive one. The four armed red-cat.

“This one knows well your mothers will have compared you to him at least once, yes? When you were little things? ‘Little ja’khajiit, you must have crawled from the deserts of rust and wounds to be so destructive?’, Sound famili-ar? Hrrr, this one is sure of it, but secret is safe with Daro Lye.” She winked, conspiratorially, at that “Perhaps you have even been told of how Merrunz Demon-Cat, third born of Fa-do-mai’s Second Litter, strikes just-so against the Lunar Lattice as raging-beast beyond the moons? Yes. Yessss. Of course. How could any good cat not know these tales?”

She glanced around at those gathered. Knowingly. Slyness clinging to her like a cloak. Leaning against the ground-bound staff to her side. “Well it is time, this one thinks, that Daro Lye told you the full story – of why Merrunz, Leaping Demon King, Daegon, and yes… the Ja’Khajiit… is the Spirit you should hold in your hearts.”

There was a grumbling at that, from some. Particularly those older in the clan gathered around. One or two left – no time to listen to a madwoman preach. Others stayed – perhaps this would be a laugh, perhaps out of genuine curiosity. Perhaps just to see where this went. “In early days there were only two,” she started, holding up two long-clawed fingers as she did so “the cruel and burning Ahnurr, yes? And the dark and loving Fa-do-mai. Day and night. The scorching desert and the shade of respite. You know this, of course. You have been told of the ill-fated love the two shared. Of their first litter… Alkosh, Khenarthi, Magrus, Mara and little S’rendarr the runt? Well, Daro Lye’s tale of Merrunz begins with the Dragon-Cat. Alkosh. First born of first litter.” “The tale you have been told is the simple one. Easy to understand, but not all-true. No, Alkosh was and was-not first cat, Dragon Cat of time. Lie and truth both. Hrrr… perhaps this one should start anew. Tell from beginning. True beginning. Beginning…. hrr… before beginning.”

[appl-boi]

“Is this thing working?”

“Try this button maybe?”

“Maybe I should’ve gotten a rotom phone… at least the rotom could help”

“Wait it says it’s on!”

“I’ll hold it!”

“H-Hi! I’m a bit away from home right now and some of my friends said I should try rotumblr so I can talk to people while I’m away! Not sure what to do but if anyone wants to talk or ask anything from a former bb league champion they’re more than welcome to! Not like there’s much else to do here…”

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(This is an ask blog for an au I’ve been prepping for a while, there may be some ficlets to go alongside it at some point. Not all characters will be like they are in canon as they have experienced slightly different events. I’m going to have a guide for known characters and their colors alongside any nicknames they have, this will update as the blog continues!)

Kieran/Pecha

Pompom(Kieranpon)

Berry(Kieranrunt)

Runt(Pecha’s pecharunt)

Cheri (Pecha’s sister) (i wanted to underline her text but I can’t get it to work…Bold it is!)

Florian (Mc from Pompom’s world)

Juliana (Mc from Pecha’s world)

Blaze (Mc from Berry’s world)