#by the hands of v1 no less

[dailycocotama]

Day 75: tfw you were a cocotama contractor in life somewhere in the world of Ultrakill

[shkika]

W1 design is done finally!!

W1 is both of the V models having combined themselves into one machine! Here are some notes on it! There's a lot to this fucker I think, but I'll do my best to cover what's most important.

Design notes:

More fragile areas are usually using V2's standard tougher plating. Main examples are the base of it's limbs, as the less of it's arm it potentially loses the better, it's head (which has 2 brains inside!), kneecaps and it's shooter arms, which are less powerful but made to handle guns and weaponry with more finesse.

Note! The knuckleblaster largely is off-colored, because it is a creation of V2's before their merge (she was not made with it). She made it before they combined. Has modified only it's hand after their merge (blue).

Big surface areas or places where blood often ends up use V1's plating. So like it's chest, forearms, punching fists and so on!

Their eye looks like that, because it's cool. and. 2 brains.

Their wings are a combination, because of limited resources. If it could use all of V2's it would as they are better protected.

Character/lore notes:

The V's do NOT fight for the body. Actually any disagreement on actions it must perform are VERY dangerous and scary they prioritize reaching a solution as FAST as possible.

Not functioning correctly can mean death. That being said differing opinions specifically are okay as long as they reach the same final conclusion on what to do. Nobody is panicking if they disagree on what their fave color is.

The two brains send requests incredibly fast between each other to operate the body. Both have full control over the body and must operate it together. This is a VERY processing heavy task and an inefficient one so it requires a lot of blood. It is a VERY hungry machine.

W1 combines before the events of the game! W1 would go through the events of the game in place of just V1.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

i have spent OVER TWO ENTIRE HOURS trying to make Jacinth and i feel like. i am finally close enough that i can give up and move on even if its Not Quite Her. god being faceblind makes this miserable. i have to take pics. of the screen and tilt them to such weird angles to compare agianst other screenshots to figure out what the differences even are wourgh. well anyway

also does anyone else think its funny we have two arms in the cc still

(veilguard CC talk. i have not even made it past that yet so no plot)

oh GOD i didn't think i would hate having to make my inquisitor in veilguard this much but it is NOT going well. apparently the things i customized back then are NOT the ones they let you edit now hhhhhhh

[knuckleblaster]

On some level I understand the rejection or outright denial of V2's death: it was jarring and brutal, especially for a character who, at least in laws of traditional video game rivals and the rule of thirds, seemed like it'd stick around for longer. This said, inferring from in-game lore as well as dev statements, I believe V2's death, tragic that it is, is not unwarranted; and that it is commonly pigeonholed into a characterization it does not fit into due to its assumed role within the game.

This is long, so it's going under the cut.

Considering its name, it's easy to assume V2 is a new and improved version of its predecessor; but it is more heavily implied that it's simply a version of V1 with thicker plating, and nothing more. [1] V2 was an attempt at salvaging V1's design after war became irrelevant, to capitalize on the resources wasted on a highly advanced war machine by rebranding it as an adaptable worker, for security and (theoretically) other peacetime activities (...not an innuendo). This was a failure; there's no reason to invest in something so refined when a handful of lesser machines could do the same job [2].

If V2 is contextualized within its backstory, it makes a lot more sense why it ate shit so quickly. It is, out of any in-game machine so far, one of the least suited for survival in Hell. Sentries and Streetcleaners were created for war. Swordsmachine(s) and Mindflayers are scrapheads, constantly adapting to create (and protect) their perfect, lethal body. [3] If anything, it's on the same level as a Drone, able to defend itself in a limited capacity, but not intentionally programmed or built for combat. Faced with V1, something built for perfect, swift destruction, a machine made for peace would stand even less of a chance than normal, even with an equal level of mobility and build.

V2 is also doomed, in a very literal sense, by the narrative. In a meta sense, it does not matter to the game story whatsoever [4]. V1 is the butterfly whose wing flaps set Gabriel's story in motion, but V2 has no such connection to his story, and is thus irrelevant. Even its lore entry is overshadowed by information about V1/its connection to V1. A third fight, as well, was never in the running, not necessarily due to anything in the game lore, but because its first and second encounters are all it needs: a third rematch would be repetitive and messy [5]. The reason for its extremely violent death sequence is to ensure there was no question as to its fate [6].

In regards to its personality; it is oft-headcanoned as loud, irritable, and competitive, but this characterization is more likely due to its color as well as its assumed role as a "rival" to V1; rather than based upon its in-game actions. Although its initial intentions are up to interpretation [7], comparing its actions and mechanics to other enemies fully rationalizes its anger. Although it's fairly easy to enrage in-fight, the criteria for its enrage state is much more specific than other enemies, and it's quite easy to not trigger it at all. Cerberi will enrage after one of its kind dies, Malicious Faces and Mindflayers after a certain amount of damage has been dealt (on Violent). Most notably, as the only other character with a rematch, Gabriel begins his second fight enraged after his first defeat [3], which can imply by extension that even though V2 is taking its second fight more seriously [8], it is still not outwardly angry. Its enrage state is only triggered when its patience is depleted (the player avoids it for too long), or in its second fight when it has been punched with the Knuckleblaster. These can be interpreted as indicators that V2 likes it when the fight is "fair": when it's not being avoided and picked at from a distance, or being hit with its own arm; which is frankly pretty fucking mean. A side note: Returning to its creation, it can also potentially be inferred that V2 was intentionally programmed with a rational, controlled, and even marketable personality, easily suppressed or overwritten for ease of use.

In another game, or if V1 was the protagonist, perhaps V2 would not be dead. Instead, V2 is doomed by its creators, both in-game and in reality. It mirrors V1 in action and Gabriel in mind, but unlike them, it has no place in this story beyond a truly fantastic duo of fights. Although its story has any number of potential rewritings or epilogues [9], its doom was always intended. It's easy to mourn lost potential, and its end is intensely tragic; but I believe it is a tragedy that meshes nicely with the rest of the game's story. V2 is dead, and not a second too soon.

Footnotes:

1.

Along with the lore entry for V2:

V1’s planned production was cancelled and an updated model, V2, was developed instead, using the standardized plating, since durability was far more important during times of peace when no bloodshed was necessary.

2.

twitter.com/HakitaDev/status/1538313328715513857

3. in-game lore entries, can be read on ultrakill.miraheze.org or here in one document: steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2245904838

4.

5.

twitter.com/HakitaDev/status/1538336055681863680

6. "And then V2 dies as hard as anyone could possibly die to make sure people understand he's fucking dead and is not coming back" - dev commentary, 05:08:09 (youtu.be/kaImho5JioI?si=v4_m90nfLOY-DyEZ&t=18489)

7.

8.

9. Notably, Dream's End Come True / v2isdead.com.

[provecfy]

On Cass scaring the shit out of Kryptonians

(Because it's mad funny)

After careful observation of her family's relationships (Friendships? Romance? She wasn't sure, Steph told her to call it 'situationships'), she has noticed something:

The Kryptonians, with their super hearing, always get scared upon first meeting a bat because they aren't used to non-meta humans moving without a sound. This, however, is only temporary, as their superselves soon learn to keep track of the batfam's movements by listening to their heartbeats instead of their steps, and they consecuently become confident on their ability to notice any member of the wayne household even within crowds.

And then Cass remembers she can stop her own heartbeat on command (Batgirl v1 #59). Should she use this power for evil? What would Bruce say? She remembers the words of her father during a family meeting: "Never, and I mean NEVER, pass on the chance to keep a kryptonian on their toes. They become complacent otherwise."

So, she waits until Connor visits the mannor with Tim, walking around all sure and confident on his ability to hear even a bat coming, and she silently drops from the ceiling behind him and approaches his ear as much as she can before whispering "boo".

Connor startles and jumps so high he accidentally hits a lamp on the ceiling before falling again.

"Shit, I thought I was getting better, but you guys keep finding ways to catch me off guard." He huffs, slightly more calm, and offers his hand to Cass in greeting.

Cass instead remains still, staring at Superboy unblinkingly, holding her own heart and lungs in place for as long as she can, and watches with an increasingly maniacal smile the face of Connor transition into pure horror as he slowly realizes Cass doesn't have neither a heartbeat nor breath.

"Are you stopping your own heart on command again?" Tim interrupts, and Cass erupts into giggles as she drops her hold on her organs and finally returns Connor's handshake.

Connor sighs in relief before Cass utilizes his lowered guard to his advantage and drops her voice low while performing a perfect cowl-less batglare. "Don't tell anyone what you saw."

She then backs away slowly into a dim-lit corner of the room, and stops her pulse again in order to disappear despite Connor never ceasing to look directly at her.

Connor stays still and questions his choices in partner for a few seconds and continues following Tim around the mannor, all while Cass watches from the ceiling and reads in the Kryptonian's body language the fear that will prevent him from speaking of today to any member of his family, ensuring she will be able to scare the next Kent that comes to the mannor in much the same way.

[admiral-mason]

I'm bored, random crossover time again

Recently I have gotten into a little shooter game known as Ultrakill.

For those who don't know: Ultrakill is basically a shooter game that combines elements from Titanfall, Doom Eternal, Devil May Cry, etc. You play as V1, a literal blood-powered combat robot that descends into Hell (from Dante's Inferno) to get more blood. On the way, you fight demons, angels, and other machines.

So? With my blog basically sporadically alive, let me revive it with another nonsensical crossover!

Gender neutral reader

SPOILERS AHEAD!

How these two games crossed over:

So you own both a PC and a phone/tablet. You would mostly play Genshin Impact on your mobile device while you played Ultrakill on your PC.

You've managed to complete both games and right now you tried obtaining all the alternate 'slab' weapons in Ultrakill. You have one already, simply called the slab revolver by many. Your next weapon to obtain is the sawblade launcher, located in stage 4-4 Clair de Soleil.

So, you did so. Whiplashing the blue skull from the right room after you used the first jump pad, the door opened and you shot your railcannon into the water. However, when you did so, the game decided to crash on you.

"What the hell??" You said before grumbling a little and trying to boot the game back up to no avail. Closing out the game, you bothered to play a little Genshin. However, within a few seconds of booting up the game, you got shocked and blacked out.

How you got to Teyvat:

After waking up, you found yourself in a plains area... and then you saw an anemo slime.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake." A voice that sounded like Microsoft Sam said from behind you.

(V1's voice from this program)

Turning around, you were greeted by the blue camera head himself.

"What the frick V1 how are you here??"

"I don't fucking know, one moment I touched the sawblade launcher, and now I'm here in what appears to be Limbo but not fake with the human who basically assisted me in murdering all of hell for blood. By the way, you perform really great shotgun yeets!*"

"Uh, thanks." You awkwardly responded.

"Now where the fuck can I get some blood?"

In Mondstadt:

The two of you ended up wandering around V1 had managed to kill a few wild animals for blood with his revolver. It didn't take long for someone to hear the sounds and approach you two afterward.

"You two! Stop right there!" Amber heard the sounds of V1's revolver shots as she ran towards you two. If it weren't for you rapidly telling V1 to not shoot her, she'd likely be on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"...Hi there." You awkwardly said before she ended up tackling you to the ground in a hug with V1 just looking at the sight.

After Amber took you two to Mondstadt, word spread quickly of the Divine One and their blue angel-looking machine. The two of you managed to receive free housing with the Knights of Favonius alongside a tour of the city.

V1 abused his superior mobility to cross the entire city from one side to the other in less than a minute. This astonished the local citizens at this strange individual's movement skills. And then he accidentally crashes into a random citizen's cart.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEE"

"V1 don't you're gonna-!"

V1 crashes into a cart full of cabbages, toppling it

"..."

Everyone's also confused at his ability to seemingly generate coins... before shooting at them with that curved thing he holds in his hands and then it kills stuff. (I presume that most Mondstatians have never seen guns, the closest they have seen is probably a bow,)

Then he somehow pulls a giant double-barreled minigun?? Then a tube that shoots rockets??

Expect Klee to be all over him.

"Well see, this rocket launcher used to be an industrial tool, until some-"

"HOW BIG OF A BOOM CAN IT MAKE?!"

"...Let me demonstrate!"

V1 activated the freeze mode on his Freezeframe Rocket Launcher and fired a few rockets at a group of wolves...

...Safe to say, those wolves and their surroundings got blown up to high hell.

When Jean found the destructive duo, V1 just took Klee into his arms and proceeded to abuse his mobility yet again.

"BOING! Catch me now, bozo!"

"Get back here you blue thing-"

"I am not a blue thing thank you- BOING!"

Looking past shenanigans, Albedo and Sucrose have taken an interest in V1's lethal arsenal that's even far superior to Fatui tech. Noelle might ask to train with the machine after some introductions.

In Liyue

After a few days of staying in Mondstadt, you kinda wanted to see Liyue so you told everyone else and asked V1 to accompany you. Upon arrival though, you found out that Liyue prepared a celebration for the two of you. Turns out news can leak out quickly to the world even if you've only interacted with a part of it.

V1 found Liyue significantly more fun to traverse and navigate around. From mountainous marvels to spacious streets, the nation provided him with no short of tricks to pull off.

Everyone interacted with V1 normally until he started using the Whiplash to grab items from various vendors merely flipping a few coins at them in return. This led to a scuffle with the Millelith and he ended up shocking everyone by knocking all of the soldiers out with a mere punch to their chest.

Thankfully you managed to calm him down.

When he saw the Jade Chamber, he made it a personal challenge to ascend without using the proper way. He unfortunately did so while Ningguang was pleasantly talking with you.

"This, your grace, is-" You could then faintly hear rocket sounds in the distance, with Ningguang following suit shortly after. You both turned in the direction of the sound to see V1 flying on a rocket with his Freezeframe Rocket Launcher yet again before he jumped off and landed right next to the two of you.

"Hi friend I'm back! Mechanic abuse is funny!"

Ningguang just blinked at the sight of the combat machine that somehow stood on a small flying object to get up here without proper authorization. "...Your grace what the heck did that thing just do??"

"I AM NOT A THING-"

Part 2?

*Shotgun yeets refer to projectile boosts.

[averytallproblem]

Statement about Shavs Media Productions

AVTP v1 began as a @shavs-media-productions project. We experienced the same professional and personal failures described by Dott, up to the point that AVTP v1 was essentially dead and the thought of continuing it only brought our team members stress and pain.

We are disheartened to see that years afterward, the same patterns are continuing on SMP and no lessons have been learned. Everyone makes mistakes, especially when someone starts something with little experience, as Shavs did with a project of AVTP’s size and scope. Mistakes should generally be forgiven…however when those “mistakes” are handled with stubbornness/deception and continue despite repeated and constant opposition from everyone else involved…those mistakes stop being mistakes and become testaments to the person’s character. At that point, they are much less forgivable.

Plenty could be written about our experiences working with Shavs, but we’ll leave that to the individuals who wish to speak up. All we will say is that many people here and elsewhere were drastically hurt by Shav’s complete lack of consideration, empathy, and regard for the wellbeing of others. When push came to shove, Shavs looked out only for herself. Our artists felt abused and our writers felt ignored. Our leads were put in extremely compromising positions where, unless proven otherwise, they were assumed to be part of the problem by the team, even if they were trying harder than anyone to be a part of the solution. Everyone was hurt and saddened to various degrees, depending on the amount of involvement and emotional investment they had in the project and with Shavs as a friend. They were very rough times and this project was almost lost because of it.

This is not a hit piece or a bandwagon to jump on for others to “cancel the new villain on the block.” This is both a call to action for Shavs and an attempt to raise awareness to anyone who may find themselves working with or connecting with her. After abusing and hurting many of us deeply, she thankfully mutually agreed to leave AVTP because she was worried that the failures of AVTP would tarnish SMP’s “good” reputation…but SMP is something more than AVTP is and needs to be handled with even more care. SMP is a paid project. People rely on SMP for their financial well-being. Dott left her job and education for SMP. Artists are inspired to grow alongside SMP and hope to flourish with the budding studio Shavs pitches SMP to be, with her “connections to Netflix” and whatnot. When most/all of that turns out to be untrue and the cracks begin to show beneath the surface of all that hype and excitement she brings…it’s heartbreaking. Livelihoods are at risk. Creative futures have to be replanned. SMP is so much more than just Shavs and her “replaceable” assistants. Hopefully Shavs can come to realize that before anyone else has to go through what Dott and some of us went through.

SMP is going through some rough times right now at the hands of its producer, but what they have there is something truly special - a beautiful collection of artists, writers, editors, musicians, and actors who are passionate about their craft and the characters they bring to life. We don’t wish for their failure. They deserve for SMP to succeed and provide them what they were promised. We hope that SMP can provide that for them someday. As Shavs has been told many times behind closed doors in AVTP v1…this is not HER project…this is THE ENTIRE TEAM’S project, and she needs to treat it accordingly if she wishes to have a loyal, passionate, consistent, and reliable team. While part of her job is to fund, write, and edit; her most important job as producer is to manage the experiences and enjoyment of her team members. She is not the most important member of her team. She is not SMP. She is just as “replaceable” as anyone else on the team is. Anyone and everyone there can (and often does) leave to greener pastures any time they wish. The solution to this problem is not to just scout out more artists who have never worked on projects before and thus do not know to look out for these issues. We hope she can learn that someday and adjust accordingly.

As for anyone else working with and relying on her…please be aware and protect yourself. Hold her accountable. Do not take placating phrases at face value. Go through contracts with a fine toothed comb and remove any room for loopholes or misunderstandings no matter how “common sense” they may seem. Maintain your boundaries. These are good practices in general, but please don’t be lulled into putting your guard down no matter how friendly or engaging it may feel.

Thankfully, despite all odds, AVTP v2 is alive and well again. We have a healthy mix of AVTP v1 members and excited new members, ready to make something amazing together. It took years of pain and struggle to rebuild, replan, mend bridges, and get to the point where this project can be enjoyable again. Thanks to the incredible resilience and passion of our artists, writers, and voice actors; we’re able to give this another shot. Our new workflow prioritizes organization, transparency, and team member enjoyment - all things that were previously lacking. Our goal is to help provide what our team members wish to achieve here; whether it’s a growing portfolio, exposure to bigger studios, or just making friends and celebrating successes together. All profits from this project are transparently reported on our team discord server for all team members to see and will be allocated to the charities of the team’s collective choosing. As much as we would love to pay our members, it simply isn’t possible with a fan project using existing IP’s like Invader Zim…but hey, if AVTP works out well, who’s to say we can’t move on to something original someday? That sure would be neat. We have ideas. Until then, perhaps we can benefit the world a little bit.

Fortunately, since the reboot began roughly a year ago, AVTP v2 had and has already taken every step possible to correct mistakes from our past experiences with SMP. Every bit of advice and accountability we previously presented to Shavs on AVTP v1 has been the basis of our vision for AVTP v2. A vision that is currently being carried out. We understand that there has been trauma attached to the name of AVTP, and we also understand that we are new to this, thus we will make other mistakes in the future…but we want to be held accountable for those mistakes and make any changes necessary to ensure the happiness of our team. With a happy team, our viewers can also expect much more inspired content as well. We understand that a few remain suspicious due to past events and lack of knowledge or proof about how everything went down on AVTP v1…and honestly, that’s good! That is exactly the kind of accountability we need! We expect that in due time; testimony from our incredible artists, writers, actors, etc about their time on AVTP v2 will put those concerns to rest. Things will finally be as they were always meant to be.

………

Thank you for listening 👽 Now, prepare for invasion, filthy Urthens. See you very soon.

[ultrakill-confessions]

rubs hands evilly. well hello there I Dont Kmow Jow To Make A Robot Anon. i imagine vseriesgroup har to be a project funded by the goverment, since. there had to be a LOT of fundingfor something like this, and well everyone needs to have new fucked up weapons when theres war out there, right.

step 1: BRIANSTORM VIOLENTLY. BOTH HARDWARE AND SOFTWARE. the hardware is nothing like ever existed before, but the software could jave been based off an already existing machine. NOTE THAT V1S PLATING IS EXPERIMENTAL, that had to be a HUGE risk, a huge step. NOTE STYLE POINTS - ARE THEY IN-BUILT, OR DID V1 ADOPT THEM LATER?

step 2: building. you can do wahtever here, but generally building things like this you have to reimahine and rebrainstorm things jn the middle of development, because you simply DONT catch all the vulnerable parts in the og design. irl you would build software and hardware seperately, but i assume that with machines this complicared and selfaware, THAT would be like trying to sculpt a human body and its nervous system independently to each other. i personally imagine that v1s software isnt just its "personality", but also things like firmware (through which it can control its body lmao) and an assesment of analysis and testing utils, as well as memory and reward centers. also, mind that v1 isnt purely mechanical - it BLEEDS, there has to be viscera and gore inside of its cute little chassis, and you cannot just... turn biological components off, can you........ so uh yeahlmao idk i think it was prolly conscious a lot of time it was worked on

step 3: learning and testing!!! listen you cannot have a personality without softcomputing. and you cannot have softcomputing without machine learning. look into irl machine learning its SO FUCKING COOL I PROMISE. anyways yeah theres no way a mqchine as complex as v1 can be hardcoded all the way to use all those weapons. load 826 hours of people fighting into its memory slot. let it lay catatonic plugged in for a day or two sorting through the data. put it into an arena. see it put the kmowledge to use, test for itself what its body can do, calibrate and better itselt in real time, right in front of you, going from clumsy to terrifyingly effective in less than a hour. im going to SOB i am SO jealous of the vseries creators. PUNVHES THE WALL. amyways yeah think about all the things a war machine is made for, and test them, and fix them if theres anything wrong. agaim, look into irl machine learning, into the way they use purely virtual "rewards" and "punishments" to make machines figure shit in their own. MIND THAT THIS IS A VERY EXPENSIVE PROCESS AND WHORVER FUNDS IT WILL NEED TO BE SHOWN THE RESULTS OCASSIONALLY, which wwill be extremely stressful for the team lmaooo. your sponsors barely fimd intersting the same things as you, the actual maker, does, you gotta throw a bit of a show arond it.

......... m .. might have gone overboard with this ask slightly. oh well! ..,, mind that im a compsci bachelor, not a robotics one, so the hardware part might be fucked slightly. tips hat.goodmight ily AND good luck writing that thang i hope i Was Uswful. 🦚

-

[xannador]

Would you ever write out what the alternate ending for Mostly (H)armless was, even if it’s too much to fully comic? I felt like my heart was torn out by the ending, even if the alternate ending is never realized I’d feel better knowing what else might have happened 😭

I have gotten this question a couple times now and wasn't sure if I should answer this. Because doing so would forever close the door on any alternate ending. But sadly I don't see myself drawing more HFR fancomics... so...

Up until page 41 the story more or less follows a set path. Or at least all roads would lead to page 41. After that I had a couple different scenarios and scenes that I could go for. The version that ended up being made was a mismatch of... basically all of the most horrific ones.

And here are the others:

Scenario 1: Almost got away

There was a version of the story in which Chai and 808 got separated again and Chai would end up on the ground floor rather than way up on the hanging platforms. And he'd lure V1-RS underneat one of those platforms and 808 would drop it right on top of the psycho robot, crushing it. This doesn't kill it but it would be stuck (and furious). And Chai and 808 had the freedom to just... walk away from it, while it's screaming bloody murder at them. However, one of its taunts would make Chai turn back; the one about him being nothing without Vandelay tech and he's lucky his traitor drone (808) saved his skin all this time. This would have pissed Chai off to the point of actually turning back to face V1-RS, wasting enough time that V1-RS frees itself. And this scenario would end tragically similar to the one we got: Chai beating V1-RS without any kind of technology but at the cost of his own life.

I didn't go with it because I didn't want to separate Chai and 808 twice in the span of a handful of pages.

Scenario 2: Only one has to die

In this scenario, V1-RS cutting the platform wires on page 46 actually results in the entire platform crashing to the ground. Chai managed to grab onto one of those Vandelay banners and although it rips it actually slows down his fall enough that he and 808 survive. But in this version the museum is also set ablaze.

Chai and 808 would use the smoke and debris (from Chai's fight at the start of the story) to hide from V1-RS while slowly trying to sneak away. A falling plaform would break a window and that would give them an escape route.

But just as they reach fresh air and can see the night sky, V1-RS would once again manipulate Chai into turning back. This time by saying it's going after the gang instead. Just like in the final story Chai realizes that if he wants to save his friends he isn't going to make it out himself. But this time 808 is still alive so he shoves her into a trash can against her will, apologises and disappears back into the fire.

Chai and 808 are into this adventure together so I felt that either both should live or neither. It became neither in the end.

Scenario 3: Xan cannot resist putting kaiju into everything

A different version of scenario 1. After getting crushed by a platform, V1-RS would have crawled out of its host body like one of those parasitic worms that brainwash insects (don't google that) and forced itself into one of the huge display robots. Then it would have ripped other giant robots apart and taken bits of them to enhance itself into something gigantic and monstrous. Chai and 808 would have taken that time to nope the hell out of the museum. They'd scare a few random civilians still out on the street with their unfortunate appearance and meet up with the gang who'd be glad, and horrified, to see them. The reunion would be cut short as an absolutely gigantic, multiheaded, many-legged robot chimera bigger than ZP-1500 bursts out of the museum.

A high octance chase scene (potentially inspired by godzilla 1998) between Roxanne's poor car and Chimera V1-RS and a climb to the top of Vandelay tower could have been next. And the only right way to end a monster like that would be to somehow skewer it on the old spectra tower.

This scenario would've been cool as shit and a spectacle of (literal) epic proportions.

It also doesn't fit the rest of the story at all. Maybe something like this could have worked had it been a robot kaiju story from the start, rather than a horror comic. Also beating the monster with team work was not the right way to end Mostly (h)Armless. Chai always had to beat V1-RS on his own. That is the point of this story.

Scenario 4: If only 808 hadn't broken

There was a way Chai could have beaten V1-RS without getting hurt (or at least not hurt as badly) if he had only been able to communicate with the rest of the gang. That way Peppermind could have figured out V1-RS obvious weakness... it's an AI. And an AI is only as scary as its database. if Chai had found a way to connect 808 to the old V1-RS computer, Peppermint would have been able to poison its database with random nonsense. She could really upload anything; useless trivia about dolphins, the entire anime bath scene wikia, SCR-UB poems, and all Chai would have to do is keep V1-RS busy and distracted until it was so poisoned it wouldn't be able to function anymore. Then it would be easy to finish off.

Although Chai would get help from Peppermint in this scenario rather than do it all on his own, I think this version of the story could still have worked better than the one I drew. Because Chai defeats V1-RS without his robot powers and while being technically on his own.

Perhaps had I taken more time to think the story over I may have gone with this last version. Although If I had been given time to reflect I would probably not have made a fan comic at all. The only reason Mostly (h)Armless exists is because I turned my brain on autopilot for 10 months.

It was a very weird time and the meme of it feeling like waking up from a year long dream-state wasn't entirely a joke.

So yeah, these are the scenarios I can remember. There were a couple of shorter scenes that got removed but story wise they don't add much.

[mipexch]

thinking about a potential ultrakill lethal company au type crossover for fun. long ramble of headcanons under the readmore. feel free to add on, i’d love to start something silly

i haven’t thought too much on the possibilities of an Actual fully fleshed out au complete with designated planets being certain layers so all of this is made under the idea that it’s just these characters tasked with doing what the employees do. all the headcanons i’ve made are just how i feel these characters would act :)

gabriel is.. he’s gabriel. his ass is getting fired IMMEDIATELY. he’s smart sometimes but his impulsivity & arrogance gets the best of him. he doesn’t need a flashlight— or a walkie-talkie for that matter. what is he, a husk? he goes in empty handed and comes out empty handed. his pride wont let him return to admit his tactic was shit so at best he steals another piece of scrap someone may have set at the front to bring back. sure. it works. he agrees to bring a walkie-talkie but sticking with the group is completely out of the question.

being the one on the monitor isn’t too difficult for him but it gets VERY stressful for the ones actually inside the facility. he’s going to yell at you to go a certain way and alert you to a nearby enemy only when he feels it’s absolutely necessary. he switches cameras very often and tasks himself with keeping everyone safe. if you stand still for more than 4 seconds he’s going to declare you dead and stop checking. (unless it’s V1)

if a dog happens to come by while he’s monitoring he’ll try hard to stay quiet for a short amount of time before fear gets the better of him and makes him start the ship (even if there’s still people inside). goes inside the facility half the time and stays back the other half. he enjoys reading through the bestiary and organizing all the scrap people dump onto the floor of the ship. very prone to getting attacked by snare fleas. he checks his surroundings but Not above him. dumbass

V1 is going in with nothing but a shovel and…another shovel. you cant even wield both but that doesnt stop them from wanting another. no one’s entirely sure how they have so many on hand except for gabriel. if he isn’t around to reluctantly buy them a shovel they’re going to buy as many as they can before they get caught. (gabriel makes sure to keep an eye on the terminal when they’re using it for this reason alone)

they beat the shit out of every enemy they find and disregard scrap completely. it’d probably beat another crewmate to death. whether it was on accident is up to you. they’re able to outsmart and survive certain enemies given they can hear them. they’d probably do very well at sneaking around dogs, although their first instinct is to make a run for it when there’s a forest giant. (they’re fast dont worry they can make it) the only creature they wouldn’t be able to survive and potentially beat to death is the bracken. explanation should be self explanatory given the enemy list i’ve made but they are Bad at frequently checking their surroundings and are very easily caught off guard. they can defend themselves quickly, but the bracken is. hm. yeah. you get it.

the only help they can offer their crew is being the only one brave enough (if you could even call it that) to retrieve someone’s corpse and successfully bring it back to the ship.

LOVES to scare other people by chasing after them with shovels but minos wrestles the damn thing away from them every single time

V2 is less like their predecessor but they still take after them quite a lot. they’re smart and actually have the decency to take a walkie talkie with them, but they don’t communicate much with it. it’s less of a necessity to them and more of a tool that may or may not prove useful in certain cases. they don’t particularly like being given orders (even if they know it’ll help) so it’s turned off half the time anyways. they’re smart in that they’ll actually look for and bring back scrap, but they have a bad habit of attempting to hold as much as they can instead of bringing more important things back to the front. they enjoy bringing back a big haul— it’s affirming. if V1 is with them, they’re going to try their hardest to avoid them but still follow their trail because they know every enemy they encounter will either be dead or chasing after the other. there’s a high chance there’ll be scrap V1 has ignored along the trail anyways. it’s smart until the frantic running stops and suddenly they’re face to face with a bracken. they’ll figure out a way around this eventually i’m sure.

they’re also really bad at jumping across platforms. they jump without looking and often take chances with jumps they can’t see. LOVES closing the ship door on V1 but if gabriel’s there its gonna be opened in under a few seconds & V1 will promptly chase them down with a shovel (and kill them!)

ferryman has a horrible case of GET SCARED disease but generally they do pretty well! they tend to follow around other crewmates but on the offchance they’re going alone or somehow get lost they ALWAYS bring a flashlight. they’re bad at navigating through the dark but they have a Really good sense of direction and can find their way back very easily. always the one tasked with investigating steamy rooms because they usually find the valve pretty quickly. surprisingly good at defending themselves against enemies given they have a weapon and a warning given before it shows up but coil-heads are a nono. they’re bad enough at prolonged eye contact as it is.

can’t work the monitor because they’re way too quiet for anyone to hear and they get really nervous about the forest giants (dogs are okay with them. they’re good at being silent) but they really like reading the logs people find. also really good at making jumps between platforms

swordsmachine ACTUALLY DOES THEIR JOB!!!!! SOMEWHAT!!!!! every piece of scrap they find goes to their designated corner at the front of the building. no one is allowed to take their scrap back to the ship. Their Pile. Will die everytime they land on a stormy planet because of their refusal to put their shit down. they’re smart but i think their scrap is too important to them and they think making a mad dash for the ship might give them enough time to get back before they get struck by lightning and explode. they bring NOTHING with them. they need all the space available to hold as much scrap as possible. if V2 is on the ship they tend to to tag along with them.

mindflayer reads as pretty lazy to me. im not sure why. they’d go into the facility but once they find one or two items they’re gonna return to base and camp out there for the rest of the time. they LOVE the mansions though. will stay in there for much longer than they should. steals all the keys people have collected overtime for mansion expeditions & unlocking all of the doors. very fond of almost every enemy EXCEPT the forest giants. they’re bad at not getting spotted

minos is like the Only level headed person on this entire fucking ship. does what he needs to! does it well! he heads into the facility when there’s less people going in (or the only ones going in don’t typically do much) but most of the time hes at the monitor. very good at calming people down when there’s an enemy near them. tends to lead the group whenever he actually goes inside. when he delivers back his first haul of scrap he always checks the monitor just to make sure everyone else is doing okay. he’s gonna go after them if he feels like they’re in a tight spot. instinctually goes for the fire exits instead of using the main entrance because he believes it’s better for some reason.

he has a nasty habit of staying in the facility for Far too long but he’s pretty diligent about getting back safely and with everything he’s found. if he feels particularly worried he’ll drop everything and run for it.

sisyphus is also pretty great. makes a lot of jokes over the walkie talkies whenever he’s doing monitoring (much to the dismay of whoever is being chased by creatures). he Will lock you in a hallway for shits and giggles but he’ll let you out after a few seconds. he does really well actually within the facilities but he’s mostly doing work outside with bringing scrap people leave outside back to the ship. loves jumping out of the ship before it lands so he can get a head start. if he hears or somehow knows that someone around him has just died he’s going to do everything in his power to bring their body back to the ship. he feels strangely obligated but in a way he enjoys. LOVES the jetpacks. buys one whenever it’s possible. weirdly bad at making the jumps between platforms

mirage really loves the mansions. will bring scrap back but leaves to explore the planets rather than focus on the job at hand. turns off her walkie talkie and keeps the flashlight just to stay out a bit later but always makes it back within the nick of time. if the monitor person dies (or everyone else does) she’s usually the one to start the ship and go. knows most planets like the back of her hand. if the mindflayer on the ship hasn’t already taken the stored keys then she probably will. not one to explore the facilities in the dark but she does really enjoy it when she gets to be alone. knows when it’s about time to leave if she starts hearing other people screaming. not intimated by the bracken- if anything she enjoy its company. her favorite piece of scrap are the paintings

POTENTIAL enemy list….

thumper - filth (ignore the staggering difference in power these two have)

spore lizard - cancerous rodent :)

bracken - something wicked. loves to target v1 specifically

snare-flea - ??? help me out here

hoarding bugs - swordsmachine would make SO much sense but for the sake of them actually being a crew member on this hell of a ship i’ll say a swordsmachine copycat. a scraphead

spider - i’m running out of enemies. spiders exist on earth too so i think it’d make sense for it to be a husk of some sort. nothing specific

baboon-hawk- drone :)

forest giant - i think corpse of king minos is most fitting. let’s just pretend he isnt 20 stories tall for the sake of this. cerberus would also make sense. either of them work

eyeless dogs - imagine a giant maurice rolling around. now imagine many of them. cant exactly see you because it’s made of fucking stone but it sure can hear you & you’ll definitely hear it when it comes barreling towards you before running you over

earth leviathan (worms) - EASILY the leviathan

coil-head - mannequin. maybe. bonus points if she gets to strike a different pose everytime she moves

ghost girl - i think it’d be funny if it were that one council member. any council member, honestly. they go after gabriel specifically

jester - im actually not sure! the skull looks most similar to minos’ parasites but at the same time having it be some weird hell-made husk machine would also be cool

jeb - it’s a bit lazy but hell itself would fit very nicely

turret - sentry. pink dot instead of orange

i’m ill. thanks for reading

[cuffmeinblack]

Proposition (v1)

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader x Garreth Weasley

[m!reader version here]

18+, Smut, 4.3k words

Garreth Weasley was well and truly spoken for, by none other than the gorgeous Ominis Gaunt—a worthy recipient of the Gryffindor's affections, but it stung nevertheless. You'd always got along well with Garreth—conversation was easy, silences (the few that happened) were comfortable. The flirting had always been reciprocated, of that you were sure, and interestingly hadn't stopped despite his entanglement with the blond Slytherin.

Whilst you spent less time with him these days, you tended to have Garreth all to yourself during your shared Herbology lessons and the evenings when Ominis found himself occupied with his own best friend. The Gryffindor common room was a cosy sanctuary for you, and the place you first met the self-professed potions prodigy. It continued to be the place where you relaxed after the stresses of exam preparation, and whiled away the hours in the company of your favourite redhead.

He was so easy to be around, and ever so easy on the eye. As was Ominis—they made quite the striking pair, and you liked Ominis very much. Your proximity to Garreth meant you'd spent more and more time in his company over the past few months. He had a wry sense of humour you enjoyed and was exceptionally kind to your best friend.

However, he'd barely spoken to you outside of the company of Garreth, so when you found him waiting for you after your Quidditch practice, your mind immediately started assuming the worst. 

He was leaning against the stands, twirling his wand and looking somewhat distracted, which stopped you in your tracks.

"Ominis? Everything okay?" you asked, clutching your broom tightly.

"Ah, yes," he replied with a faraway smile, "I wondered if you might accompany me back to the castle? I have a…proposition for you."

"A proposition?" you asked curiously.

"Mmm, of a rather sensitive nature. I'm aware of how attracted Garreth is to you."

Your mouth fell open, completely dumbstruck by the admission. You'd always suspected, of course, but for it to be so bluntly spoken by his own partner had you unable to mutter a reply.

"I assume the feeling is mutual?" he continued.

"Oh, well, yes. Of course, I'd never interfere with your relationship if that's what this is about."

Ominis chuckled and shook his head.

"No, you misunderstand me. I'm asking if you'd like to join us."

"Join…you?"

"In the bedchamber."

You inhaled sharply as you watched him, his face giving absolutely nothing away. His expression had returned to one of complete seriousness, and Ominis didn't seem the type to jest about something like this.

"Of course I would say yes, if the invitation was genuine."

"Oh yes, very genuine."

"What's in it for you?"

Ominis came to a stop in the courtyard to face you, his head tilted as he considered the question.

"I enjoy how worked up Garreth gets around you," Ominis replied with a smirk, stepping forward. "I'm quite curious myself."

The back of Ominis' fingers glided over your cheek with a featherlight touch, leaving you weak at the knees as you lost your frantic thoughts in his cloudy blue eyes.

"So, will you?" he prompted.

"Yes. Yes, of course," you muttered quietly, almost a whimper as his hand drifted along your jaw.

"We'll be seeing you, then. I look forward to it," he said, withdrawing his hand and turning to leave.

You were left standing alone in the courtyard feeling dazed, like you'd just been offered the forbidden fruit by a very enticing snake. There was no doubt in your mind that you'd take it, and relish every second.

-

The evening after the strange encounter, you found yourself curled up by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, your head resting in Garreth's lap as it often did and his hands idly stroking your hair. It wasn't usually anything more than a comforting gesture bestowed upon a friend, but your conversation with Ominis had certainly thrown it into a new light. 

You were now painfully aware of every one of Garreth's reactions to you—his every blush at your flirtatious remarks, his lingering gaze that followed you and scanned your body as you lay on the sofa. The fact that your head was now situated in his lap, right next to his…well…with any luck, you'd be exploring that part of him later that evening, something which filled you with nervous anticipation, but more so, giddy excitement.

You'd not actually spoken about the proposition other than setting a time and place (the Room of Requirement, of course)—rather, you'd spent your evening in much the same way as you usually would have, except now there was an almost unbearable tension between you. You were inexorably drawn towards him, and your closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by your housemates who gave you curious glances and raised eyebrows.

"Should we go and meet Ominis?" you said, looking up at Garreth, who ceased his gentle stroking.

He nodded and swallowed thickly as you sat up, fixing your hair. It wasn't like Garreth to be so quiet, but he was completely attentive to you, following your every move. You couldn't resist biting your lower lip, his gaze falling to your mouth—he wanted you, that much was clear by the way his eyes dragged lazily back to meet yours, glittering and full of fire.

Exiting the common room through the awkwardly small hole in the wall, you walked together to the Room of Requirement situated up several flights of steep steps in the astronomy wing. Ominis was already waiting for you as you arrived, casually leaning against the wall, looking as if he was waiting for nothing more interesting than Charms class.

“Hello, you,” Garreth said, crossing the hallway to Ominis.

Ominis made a peaceful hum in his throat and smiled as he pushed off of the wall and Garreth slid a hand around his waist to greet him with a tender kiss.

“Good evening,” he greeted.

Garreth glanced at the blank wall, then back at you, waiting.

"You want me to call the room?" you asked.

"Well, you know it best. And…you know what we need."

You nodded, muttering an agreement before you started pacing the corridor, picturing the layout of the room in your mind. You needed…complete privacy, obviously. Comfort. A large bed. Soft lighting. The romantic image flooded your thoughts and the door shimmered into existence in front of you, the ornate detailing snaking through the brickwork. 

Ominis was the first to approach, with no hesitation he pushed open the door and you followed behind him, with Garreth at your heels. 

"I hope this is okay," you said, blushing furiously.

Ominis ran his hand over the plush bedspread and smiled as Garreth gazed around the large bedroom, his eyes eventually falling on Ominis' as he approached.

"Well, no time like the present, hm?" Ominis said, snaking a hand around Garreth's neck and pressing their lips together.

Garreth was caught off guard but sank into the kiss quickly, his head tilting with a soft moan, his hands pulling Ominis closer.

You'd seen them kiss before, of course, but the raw passion they displayed in front of you now was deeply arousing. Gone were the chaste kisses they exchanged in the school corridors, now their bodies pressed together with not a sliver between them. 

Ominis' hands were already busy undressing Garreth, who seemed preoccupied with messing up Ominis' hair as much as possible as they shared the deepening kiss. You weren't quite sure what to do with yourself until Ominis held out a hand towards you.

"Don't be shy, you're not just here to watch, I hope," he teased.

With a deep breath, you took his hand as Garreth watched you approach, now bare-chested and flushed. His broad shoulders and chest were smattered with hundreds of freckles just like his face, and you licked your lips as your eyes ran over him unashamedly.

Ominis guided you next to him, his delicate hand wrapping around your neck, tracing your jaw to find your moistened lips. With a smile, he leaned in to meet them with his own, kissing you gently. 

You'd not thought about what it would be like to kiss Ominis nearly as much as you'd fantasised about Garreth, but you were by no means disappointed. His lips were soft and inviting, his kisses gentle but exciting—your stomach flipped as he flicked his tongue over your lower lip, seeking entrance into your mouth.

You tilted your head and parted your lips, meeting his tongue with a soft moan as he began unbuttoning your shirt. His attention was now completely on you, apparently eager to undress you—whether for his own or Garreth's benefit, you weren't sure, and didn't much care. 

You sneaked a look over at Garreth, your lips breaking from Ominis who began attacking your neck instead as your shirt fell to the floor. 

Garreth was watching you both, his breathing heavy as his fingers traced the growing bulge in his trousers. You let out a whimper at the sight of him and he took it as an invitation. His warm hands were suddenly all over you, in your hair and massaging your exposed breast as his lips met yours with a fierce hunger.

Ominis had made his way round behind you and was working to rid you of your underwear, his slender fingers teasing the fabric off of you. You moaned into Garreth's mouth as they slid down your legs to the floor, Ominis wasting no time in reaching around to replace them with his hand. 

Teasing his fingers through your folds, he coated his digits in your arousal, drawing them back to your sensitive nub.

"Mmmph, you're soaking, darling," he whispered.

You squealed from the gentle pressure as he stroked the area before beginning to steadily circle your clit. The relief was instantaneous—you hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you were until Ominis had started to unravel the tension with his delicate touch. 

The kisses you exchanged with Garreth grew sloppier, heated and tongue-heavy as your moans filled each other's mouths. You worked to release his straining erection from his trousers as Ominis' own hard length pressed into your behind, your hips instinctively shifting backwards to tease him.

As Garreth pulled his trousers down, his cock finally sprang free and you chanced a glance down, whimpering as you set eyes on him. His hand on your breast grabbed hungrily as you placed a firm grip on his length, your fingers nowhere close to touching as they wrapped around his girth. Your head was dizzy with desire, wanting nothing more than to take him into your mouth to taste him.

“Oh, Garreth,” you whimpered.

Ominis nibbled the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and causing a jerk of your hand. Garreth groaned as you squeezed his length, his fingers digging painfully into your behind as you spread his sticky precum over his head, dragging your fingers down his length before starting a slow and steady rhythm that matched the one Ominis was currently playing between your legs.

Ominis had released his own erection from the confines of his trousers, gently thrusting against your bare behind, seeking that friction by gliding between your cheeks. You felt his sticky precum leaking onto your back, and the image made you salivate, eager to find out how Ominis looked underneath those immaculate clothes.

You could feel yourself approaching your climax as Ominis’ fingers continued their steady pace and Garreth’s fingers teased your stiff nipple. You were drowning in pleasure from all angles, unable to take in any individual sensation.

Lips and hands were on your skin, building your orgasm with almost practiced ease. Moans, gasps, sighs and groans filled the air like the swell of a beautiful chorus. The scents surrounding you; musk, tea, cinders and something distinctly sweet, mixed with sweat and arousal, created a heady and intoxicating assault on your sense of smell.

Your head fell back onto Ominis’ shoulder as you were overwhelmed, barely able to hold your weight up—your legs began to shake as you watched Garreth with hazy eyes.

Garreth's eyes flicked from you to Ominis, seemingly torn by the choice. With a lick of his lips, he leaned his torso forward and reached behind you, pulling Ominis into a deep kiss. Their faces were almost pressed against yours as you were sandwiched between their warm bodies and you whined at the sight, pumping Garreth’s cock faster in reaction.

"Hah- oh, fuck," Garreth moaned, his hips jerking into your hand.

"Come for me and you can put Garreth out of his misery," Ominis whispered in your ear, his slender fingers continuing to work miracles around your sensitive nub.

His melodic voice sent a shiver down your neck, settling in your abdomen where the pool of tension finally exploded. You moaned loudly without inhibition as you met your release, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your weakened body. Ominis continued circling his fingers as you squirmed and rocked your hips against his hand, desperately wishing it would never end.

Garreth was watching you with parted lips and an intense gaze as your hand around him faltered and he pulled your wrist to guide you away, instead pressing his lips to yours as the blissful pulses slowly ebbed away.

Ominis met your moans with his own soft sighs and his fingers slowed and eventually stilled as you came down off your high. His hand retreated to your hip, holding you tightly as his cock continued thrusting against you gently, his lips grazing your neck.

"That was amazing," you gasped, your head swimming.

Ominis grabbed the flesh of your behind and gave a final hard push against you before releasing his grip and stepping back with a sigh.

"I think she's ready for you, my love," Ominis said.

Garreth had already shed the remainder of his clothes and fallen back onto the bed, frantically scrambling into the centre.

"Come here, I need to feel you."

You stared at him as he waited for you, your mouth agape. His skin was flushed, chest heaving and cock twitching with desire. This is what you'd thought about for so long, wasn't it? Granted, it hadn't involved Ominis but you absolutely weren't complaining about the addition of the assertive blond Slytherin.

Ominis sensed your…was it trepidation?...and gently felt for your arm, running his fingers down to clasp your fingers together. He gently led you to the bed and sat on the edge as you climbed onto the mattress and across to Garreth's waiting lap.

"Turn around," Ominis said quietly. "Trust me."

Garreth hummed as you obeyed the command and hovered over his lap, facing away from him. You peered back at his face as he chewed his lip and stared shamelessly at your behind. His hand roamed the soft flesh around your hips as he reached underneath you with his other, gripping his stiff and dripping erection.

His head parted your folds as you shuddered from the sensitivity before he rested at your aching entrance. Keeping your eyes on him so you could watch his reaction, you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, gasping as his swollen head stretched you so satisfyingly. The groan that left his lips was one of sweet relief as you took his length inch by inch, until you were sat flush against his skin.

Garreth gripped you tightly as you began a slow rhythm—the angle was fantastic, absolutely perfect, hitting you just right and drawing soft moans of ecstasy from your mouth with every shift of your hips.

You’d thought your attention would be focused solely on Garreth, but Ominis was making it very difficult not to divert your lustful gaze. He'd finished undressing, discarding his creased shirt and tie to the floor, and you could just now appreciate his slender form. Your eyes drifted over the beauty marks that flecked his chest, following the fine blond hair down to his navel, landing on his lengthy manhood, standing proud and glistening with arousal.

Ignoring his twitching erection, Ominis made his way to your side, feeling his way along the bed and trailing warm fingers up your body, your rhythm faltering for a second as you inhaled sharply at his touch.

Ominis' mouth found yours in a breathy kiss as his fingers laced through your hair and your hips slowed, gently grinding on Garreth as you were distracted by Ominis' lips.

"That…you…look amazing. Both of you," Garreth spluttered behind you, his strong hands keeping a tight grip on you.

You smiled and Ominis chuckled, his tongue swiping your lip before delving into your mouth greedily, drawing a helpless moan from your throat. Merlin help you. 

You hadn't expected him to be so teasing, so assertive, so…well, Slytherin. You'd always seen the calm, composed and sweet side of him, despite his sharp tongue and witty banter. This was a side you certainly hadn't expected in the bedchamber, but you were absolutely enthralled.

You resumed your previous rhythm as Ominis finally released your mouth with a devilish smirk, his hands trailing down your collarbone to your breasts. Pinching your perked nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, he gently teased the peak as he licked his lips.

"Tell me how good he feels," he said.

"He feels incredible, fuck, he's so big."

Ominis chuckled knowingly in response.

"I knew he'd like you this way." He whispered. "I thought he'd enjoy watching his cock impaling you."

Your face burned and head dizzied at Ominis' sultry voice uttering such sinful words. You looked back at Garreth, who was doing exactly as Ominis had suggested, completely entranced watching you sliding up and down his length.

"Mmmph-ah, yes, yes," Garreth muttered as you gave your hips a teasing wiggle.

Garreth gave your behind a hard smack and you yelped, your skin stinging, only further spurring you on. You picked up the pace, slamming into his lap harder and harder until he was groaning so loudly you could no longer hear the slapping of your skin—it was music to your ears.

"Uhh-mmm, you feel so good."

With renewed vigour, he gripped the flesh around your hips hard, holding you in place whilst his hips bucked, fucking you mercilessly with lustful growls—you only managed to keep your balance as you leaned against Ominis, your body almost limp and full to the brim with sheer euphoria.

Ominis tugged your hair to tilt your face towards him, his tongue delving into your mouth as you struggled for breath. The cacophony was exhilarating as your ears filled with the wet slaps of his hand pumping his cock amongst Garreth's low rumbles and your muffled mewls. 

"Uhhh… I'm so close," Garreth moaned, drawing your attention.

You peered back at his breathless and dishevelled form, his copper hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He met your eyes for just a second before they scrunched shut and he tensed, legs shaking, and you felt his cock twitch and explode inside you.

His forceful orgasm filled you as he collapsed and pulled you back on the bed, wrapping an arm around you to lay you over his chest. His pulsing length stayed snugly inside you as you lay together, gasping and feeling thoroughly fucked.

Ominis fell back on the bed next to you, his hand gliding lazily over his dripping wet length, his head swollen, glistening and red. He was in dire need of attention, and your mouth salivated at the thought of his lengthy cock in your mouth.

"Garreth, f-fuck, come here. Both of you," he murmured needily.

Garreth had barely finished emptying inside you before he gently pulled out, groaning together at the sudden emptiness as his cum leaked down your legs and onto his lap. You sighed, shifting yourself off of him and collapsing back on the mattress, elbows propping you up to leer at Ominis as he stroked himself slowly, letting out shuddering moans.

You were exhausted but still aroused, especially watching the usually so composed Slytherin writhing with pent-up arousal. His pale skin was flushed across his cheeks and chest, his lips pink and deliciously swollen from the kisses you'd exchanged. 

"You want to, don't you? The way you're looking at him…" Garreth whispered in your ear, breaking you out of your haze.

"Yes," you sighed.

You let out a whimper as Ominis' cock twitched and he smirked, holding out a hand for you. Your mouth was on his hard length in seconds, soft moans filling the room as you licked and lapped at his head.

He tasted divine. You took more of him in your mouth, your tongue gliding over the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. With each bob of your head you took him in further, suctioning your cheeks to create the mind–altering pressure that made him growl and grip your hair hard.

You could have stayed worshipping his manhood for hours, teasing and exploring every inch and angle as you pleased, but he was already close judging by his breathless moans and twitching hips.

Garreth had made his way to his lover's side, his mouth capturing Ominis' pleasurable sighs between loving kisses. The sight was beautiful, and you moaned softly as you gazed up at their growingly heated exchange.

"More, please, just like that…," Ominis gasped.

You continued your rhythm as Ominis tensed underneath you, his hand now painfully gripping your hair and drawing a whine from deep in your throat. The sound seemed to push him over the edge and he met his release with a loud groan and thrust of his hips.

His cock hit the back of your mouth as he finished, strings of hot cum filling your cheeks and shooting down your throat as you gagged and gasped, tears streaming down your face. Despite the unexpected attack on your reflex, you were feeling immensely satisfied as you gazed up at Ominis' heaving chest and burning face.

The last of his release met your tongue with a gentle squeeze at the base of his shaft, your tongue dragging over his sensitive head. He shuddered and finally released your hair, your scalp left sore and hair a complete mess.

Your heart pounded as you finally retreated, wiping the mess from your lips as delicately as possible with a swipe of your thumb. The throbbing ache between your legs had reached a peak again, after being pounded by Garreth and having the pleasure of Ominis' cock in your mouth, you were thoroughly riled up.

Muttering an expletive, you shifted your weight and squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to gain some friction and some relief. Your discomfort was clearly obvious and didn’t go unnoticed by Garreth.

"You're insatiable," he laughed, pushing you backwards and parting your legs with his hands. Your eyes drifted over his freckled chest, taught and unexpectedly muscular, before he dipped his head to press his lips to your skin just below your navel.

You whimpered, hands gripping the sheets in anticipation as he peppered kisses along your hips and thighs, licking the sticky mess from your skin. You swore again as you watched Garreth tasting himself on you, his eyes flicking to meet yours with a mischievous glint.

Tracing down to your centre, his wet tongue slipped between your lips and over your sensitive bundle of nerves as you moaned his name, over and over. Pressing his face amongst your folds, he sucked and twirled his tongue around your clit until you were on the verge of tears, your heart ready to explode in your chest. 

Ominis was simply listening to all of this unfold with a satisfied smirk, leaning casually against the headboard and lazily stroking your hair as his boyfriend pleasured you. He shushed your hysterical wailing and you clamped your mouth shut, peering up at him.

"Tell him what a good job he's doing, sweetheart," Ominis said softly.

You tore your eyes back to Garreth who was watching you intently through his beautiful red hair, his tongue now lazily circling your nub.

"F-fuck, oh, Garreth. You're amazing…so, so good."

With an upward tug of his lips, he closed his eyes and delved deeper between your thighs, licking down to your slightly sore and swollen entrance as he pushed your legs back. His tongue plunged inside you, curling, circling and lapping at your combined fluids with deep groans.

It was more than you could bear, too much, far too much. You were completely gone, your brain addled and exhausted as you climaxed, only able to gasp and whimper as your walls clenched, sending more of those astonishing waves through your body. 

"Please, stop, stop!" you cried out, now overly sensitive.

Garreth smiled and pulled his tongue away, kissing your thighs as you caught your breath. Exhaustion had well and truly hit you, your heart pounding and head swimming as Garreth collapsed next to you. Draping your leg over him, you snaked your hand around his waist and rested your head on his burning chest, slick with sweat. 

You'd almost forgotten Ominis was there, until he hummed contentedly and settled behind you. Pressing himself into your back, he draped his arm over both of you, his fingers stroking circles on Garreth's stomach.

"You were fantastic," Ominis muttered in your ear, planting soft kisses on the back of your neck.

"You were," Garreth agreed, pressing his lips to your damp forehead.

"I'm not sure what my expectations were but I think that surpassed even my wildest ones," you said with a grin.

"I…wish we could do that again," Garreth murmured.

"Can we not? I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed myself," Ominis replied.

You let the question hang in the air as you lay entwined together in the post-sex haze with drunken smiles on your faces, exchanging kisses until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. With deep sighs, you fell asleep one by one, each wondering if this was the start of something much more permanent than either of you had expected.

[spockandawe]

I'm so close to catching up with my books! Here we have the triumph of time, again, as a vellucent binding, again. And this may not look super different to you from my last iteration of this project! The differences were VERY process-driven and hard to photograph, but I pinky swear that there are incremental but noticeable improvements, and i would never mix up editions irl.

First up, refresher, vellucent binding is when there's a protective layer of vellum floating over your cover illustration, protecting it. Or. If you're cheap. Paper vellum. My first time around, I realized as soon as I got the vellum paper wet that oh shit, this REALLY has a grain, and it is the opposite of what my books want. It's the first time I've ever been punished for ignoring grain, though, so I can't complain. I pressed on anyways, because what is even the point of fucking around if you aren't bold enough to find out? As a result, my vellum on the first set has noticeable wrinkles, despite only the turn-ins being glued down, and it all floats more than i wish. You have to smooth it with your fingers to really SEE the detail in the images.

So, naturally, my second time, I got bigger vellum paper, covered the whole thing in paste, plopped my covers onto there, and planned to smooth the wrinkles out. Yeahhhh, that... it was fairly forgiving in the one volume with a primarily white background, and was a goddamn nightmare on the three illustrations.

Lesson one: paper vellum is like a sandworm that wants to curl up and die at the first touch of moisture. Lesson two: it wants to hurt you. PUNISH you. Lesson three: no seriously it is so much more difficult and unforgiving than any other material I've sampled yet. The wallet cost of actual vellum may be outweighed by the emotional cost of this shit.

Naturally, I am bewitched and determined to science it into submission.

For the record: v1 (turn-ins glued, wrong grain) in the bottom left, v2 (paste everywhere, abandoned on the curb without text blocks to warp and writhe as they please) in the top center, and v3 (turn-ins glued, correct grain, more effort to pull tension on the vellum) in the bottom right. I'm not done experimenting by any means, but i need to stop for a minute until i nail the process, to save my poor toner cartridges

But the books themselves! Even though i still see ways to polish my own process, i am DELIGHTED with them. The pull of the paper vellum still wants to introduce slack and wrinkles to the cover as it dries, but there's much less! The moment you get adhesive on paper vellum you commit to a fight to the death, but I'm getting better at handling and anticipating it!

There's a level of polish in the assembly of this set that was lacking in my first and second attempts at the covers. Even if it isn't perfect yet, I'm learning so much, and have new ideas for how to troubleshoot. The idea of making this bookbinding style more accessible and affordable fills me with so much delight, I can't even articulate it. I'm still very much an amateur myself, there are lots of professional best practices I can only speak to in the abstract. Pinning down something this niche and luxurious would make me so happy. Future science will be done on single-volume sets, probably after I'm done moving, but it's at the top of my to do list!! And when it's perfected, I'm for SURE coming back to this series, it's one of my all-time faves, I want to give it the fanciest treatment my hands can devise.

[hanavesinauttija]

Inspired by @txttletale 's post, I decided to try my hand at making a custom V1 magic card.

Card Transcription

V1, Marksmachine 2UBR Legendary Artifact Creature - Construct Coin Toss - Whenever V1 attacks, defending player creates four tapped Treasure tokens. Untap them at end of combat. Marksman - You may choose Treasures as targets as though they were creatures or players. Ricoshot - Whenever you cast a spell that targets a single Treasure, destroy all Treasures, then change the target of that spell. Copy that spell for each Treasure destroyed this way. You may choose new targets for the copies. 3/3

End Transcription

Art Link

Here are some design notes:

This is a top-down design meant to translate the Marksman weapon from Ultrakill. It allows you to toss up to four coins, which ricochet bullets shot at them.

This is meant as a combat-trick focused commander, allowing you to clear the way for V1 by copying removal spells. That said, there is an alternate approach in making your own Treasure tokens and copying more powerful spells at sorcery speed.

Yes, you can use this to take extra turns.

The flavor words match with in-game terms and are meant to help in parsing which parts of the card do what.

Coin Toss: V1 can toss up to four coins at a time in-game and they deactivate upon hitting the ground, which is translated as untapping them. The opponent can use the Treasures as they wish after that.

Marksman: I'm somewhat unhappy with this flavor word, but I couldn't find an in-game term that fit this better. The wording and effect of this ability is novel, and I had to extrapolate the wording from [[Know Evil]] (fantastic card, that)

Ricoshot: This is the in-game term for ricocheted bullets. I had to refer to a whole bunch of different cards to make this ability parse well, but I'm happy with it.

Overall this card is very wordy, but has one less word than [[Tom Bombadil]] so I'm in the clear :)

[shinelikethunder]

i know that the most convenient shared reference point for splitting SPN into eras is by showrunner, but subjectively, the instinctive way my brain wants to divide it up is into just two shows: six seasons and change of a show powered by whatever the fuck is wrong with kripke and gamble, and then eight or nine seasons of a show powered by whatever the fuck is wrong with dabb and buckleming.

yeah carver was showrunner for some of those and gamble was hanging on by her fingernails in one, but there's... idk, a derailment that happens in s7. where the show's coherence, its plausibility as a continuation that's at least trying to build seamlessly on what came before, kinda falls down and never gets back up again. and this seems driven, not primarily by showrunner agenda (in fact the hallucifer arc is IMO the last shambling remnant of SPN v1), but by dabb/loflin and buckner/ross-leming stepping up as the meat-and-potatoes midseason episode writers + both duos getting bolder (or less tightly edited) about their worst tendencies.

(tbh i'm curious what carver's tenure would've looked like with a different set of writers taking point on the anchor episodes that weren't openers/finales, because haphazard execution of intriguing concepts was like theeee hallmark of s8-11. but all the same. carver and dabb eras and late gamble era feel grouped, to me, by similar implementation issues dragging down distinct overall approaches. aka "whatever the fuck is wrong with dabb and buckleming," which also includes more and more of their personal narrative kinks as the seasons go on.)

anyway none of this has any objective backstop to it that i can point to, beyond "gosh look at where the Writing Crimes Georg duos started getting handed entire mini-arcs." mostly it's just this vibe that s6 and some of s7 were still cooking in s1-5's kitchen? an attachment to the continuity there, which beats out the conceptual tidiness of "kripke era" as a line to draw between "classic" SPN and everything else. or, to be petty and specific, a sense that 7x03 and the dumbshit subplot it instigated were the shark-jump that SPN never even tried to recover from, after which it functionally became a different show that was far more loosely held together than its predecessor.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

I Had Been Lost to You, Sunlight

gabriel & reader relationship fic

x reader content (read platonic or romantic) any explicitely romantic headcanons will be orange

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

pre act 1

- it starts with chance, heaven's favourite angel is a busy man but you seem to linger in his mind after the first meeting - he takes more interest once he realises you mean him no harm, why are you in hell? all questions to be answered with time and probably less tact then one would want - it would be your curiosity in him that would cause him to pause, he was always a tool, hell's judge and hand of the father, but to you he was just Gabriel. he had never thought as to what hobbies he had, does he have hobbies? - here would be his introduction to his first hobby, by you no less. the organ was a tad unruly, missplayed keys ring loud in the hall. he couldn't explain why, but he found himself putting substancial hours into practicing before he sought you out again - he’s a bit of a neat freak with his armour, and don’t even think you’re getting him to take any off, it will be a quiet day in hell before that happens - he isnt exactly sure how one goes about making friends with someone, prepare for some very odd attempts at gift giving or shared activities (basically you're getting a bible, or maybe specific passages he has hilighted for you) - he has an inlking of a feeling that he cares for you more than others, but he refuses to think further into it lest he be tempted into sin post act 1

- you would not see him for a substancial amount of time, enough that it was you who had to seek him out, it was in the hall you had taught him organ in where he sat, armoured head facing heaven. you join him, lacking the words to join his prayers, but nonetheless joined in prayer with him- for him - you had never seen him shaken so, the moment doesn't last but settles in your memory. he speaks first, neglecting to mention the council's decision but you can tell something had gone wrong. - its here you first physically comfort him, he doesn't know how to react to the hug, stiff in his posture. its here that sliver of realisation hits him, he cares about you strongly - i'd love to say the angel had a positive reaction, but after failing the council and the impending hour of his light leaving him, the idea that he not only failed god with his actions but also his thoughts broke him - he leaves almost instantly, yet again you are left with no explanation. so you leave. in all this time you had never considered him immature, and you wouldn't treat him as such. he would come when he was ready - when he decides to talk you are met with a letter first, he's embarrased at his own behaviour and uses the spare minutes to work out his thoughts - he wouldn't consider himself innocent by any means, he had dealt with the filth of hell personally, but he finds his previous tutelige lacking in education on these matters - he finds his first words are an apology, and despite his previous insistence in keeping what happened to himself he finds his failure to the council leaving his mouth soon after, however neglecting his nearing demise - the next hour or so is spent in the hall, the two of you sitting on the steps. he's quick to inform you about V1, frustration palpable as he describes the machine's crusade through hell - you offer to pray for him, something that takes him off guard. offers of prayer had only ever been meant as platitude, but you genuinely mean it - there you both sit, this time with you leading the prayer. your words lack the refined practice of his own but he finds an underlying passion that reknews his spirit post act 2 (spoilers)

- you automatically know something is off when Gabriel doesn't seek you out, this time you do seek him out. this isn't about wanting answers or waiting for him to compose himself, you have a bone deep sense of wrong plaguing your thoughts - you find him (you're more sure he lets you find him), swords across his hands and head hung low. he doesn't notice you approaching. the blood clinging to his blades is fresh, glowing charcoal of a near-dead fireplace shining off the fluid, a trail of his misdeeds stain his gauntlets and boots - you don't share words, his silent righteous anger speaks leagues. he seems to soften after noticing you, but there is a lingering emotion that weights on his appreciation of your company - in a startling moment of vulnerability he invites you closer, swords returned to their scabbards, the room beside him on the grass soon filled by you - night walks itself across the sky above you and for this moment Gabriel regrets his earlier actions. he prompts you to rest, your head gentle on his shoulder. gentle. he thinks to himself you are the one being in heaven and hell that has treated him so - his death approaches, each minute his grip on reality wavers, his hand meeting and lacing with your own as he uses his other to write - you awake as you would before, alone. a final letter, handwriting progressively sloppier, sits in your hand

━━━━━━━━━▼━━━━━━━━━

hi again, thanks for the interaction with my last post, i'm stoked people are enjoying this. this format is a little different than last time, more of a fic told through headcanons. i'd love to know what people prefer or if i should title this differently

[justhereforeskel]

Christmas Dino V1

Part 1

I'm still chugging along so it's time for updates!

Day 2

Found some old newsprint sheets in the craft room. Laid them out in a 2 x 4 foot group for some pattern layouts. The spine and tail weren't going to fit on anything smaller.

Figure 1 - the GIANT table I could have used on day 1 but didn't and now my spine STILL hates me

I then popped a line in to make to 2 x 2 sheets to see if I could get away with smaller boards for the rest of the pattern. The smaller the board is the less wrestling I have to do with the laser engraver.

Success! With a little left over to spare if I need counter weights or anything. I honestly do not know if this thing will be balance properly and I'm not gonna do the maths to find out (or simulate it in a CAD program like I've seen some others do) TRIAL AND ERROR BABY!

One trip to Home Depot later and I've secured my wood! heh

Also some gloves for preventative maintenance on my hands because we all know splinters are a thing and I cannot be trusted not to hurt myself. Next step is remembering to actually use the gloves tho. We'll see how that goes...

Anyway, off to do some fiddling with how Tyreal is gonna fit on this whole thing.

I had to decapitate my poor cardboard boi at this point, because there was just no way I was gonna try to do this with an entire limp skeleton attached.

Okay so I've got one dino skull and one Tyreal. Hmmmm...

So my first thought was just, make it super duper easy. I'll cut a notch in the middle piece and Tyreal can sort of ride it like a horse (with maybe a saddle down the road). Like this:

Okay, not bad.

BUT

sigh He's got the whole tabard of righteousness and it's made of rubber so it's not super flexible. And while it will sort of smush out of the way, it's gonna end up stuck like that and that'll just annoy me to no end.

I could get really fancy and like...cut a slit for the front and back of his tabard but that just feels waaaaaay too fiddly and prone to fucking up.

Thinking.....thinking....

What if...okay so Tyreal has a battery box to make the lights light and I'll need to make some sort of holder for it.

I did kind of want him standing too, you get more visual out of it. So what if I went, like, chariot style? I can get fancy with the sides, and create a double layer base to tuck the battery box in.

Some swearing, a few close encounters with cardboard cuts and volia! (ish)

Okay the basic idea is there but I measured nothing and it shows.

Alright, the concept works let's just try with a little more...effort.

And....

Actual volia!

The battery box fits lovely, the sides aren't too out of proportion and he's still nicely visible! Hurrah!

Tyreal also has the balance of a drunken college kid, so I've traced his feet and I'm going to try to engrave little recessed holes for them in attempt to make him a wee bit more stable.

Additional thoughts that came to me while crafting this:

I can get fancy with cut outs on the chariot sides if I want, which could be fun

Since I want the battery box to be hidden but easily accessible, I'm thinking some kind of leather wrap or tassels around the base of the chariot to obscure it but not make it a pain to get at

Since this is a chariot, he's gonna need some reins. For this year I'll probably do some sort of ribbon dealy BUT this means it's not unreasonable to make a full leather bridle for him next year. And give him a little metal nameplate across the nose band. yes yes yes

This whole contraption might just unbalance the whole t-rex but we'll deal with that later. Maybe. Shush. Bolting him to the table will totally be a reasonable solution.

Okay, that feels productive enough for the day! Now I've really gotta knuckle down and get the original pattern and the new pieces all created in Lightburn....weeeeeeeee -.-

ONWARD!