#caretaker hunk

[sockdooe]

Voltron cats……….drawn on magma

[mind-or-matter]

Captain

The Simply named Captain [He/Him] is the metallic head of the Event Horizon. Robot, Automaton, Warforged, whatever your world may call him is mildly correct. On his own world he's known as a Created, but he doesn't really care. He's a big hunk of metal with the express one purpose of serving as head of the ship, and he'll do a damn good job at that. He's a big, loveable caretaker, caring for nothing more than the safety and security of those aboard his ship. He tries his best to defend his crew, and unfortunately that sometimes can mean making the hard choices if his crew is put at risk.

This is a character turnaround for my currently in pre-production webcomic Mind Or Matter! If you are interested in seeing more, please give the blog a follow to keep up to date on progress!

[punkeropercyjackson]

why is jinx black coded to you?? is it just hc or did moments from arcane start to influence you?? (not trying to be mean im gen curious its interesting cuz i havent seen anyone else hc her as black)

Her character feels very reflective of black girlhood/womanhood,both misogynoir and the positive aspects ^-^ Zaun is very similar to New York hoods and Jinx's mannerisms,attitude and tastes remind me of my hood friends(i'm dominican homecountry raised but a good hunk of my online friends are hood kids i also look after as an older afropunk)and they brought her relatability up to me first.The explotation throught the years and loss of childhood she faced as a 'dangerous'(read:misguised,hurt,unhelped)kid fresh out of trauma reasonates with me and a lot of other black Arcane fans,especially ones with 'scary' mentally illnesses,and so does how she's only taken seriously when seen as a threat and Timebomb gives black love with the strong solidarity and genuine connection her and Ekko have as contrasted to almost every other 'white' woman x black man ship and Jinx's femininity is very autistic black femme-coded to me specifically as one myself,although i do see her as transfem too since it fits pretty well(i'm tmasc).Her signature nail art is actually a common style on afro-dominicanas i.e the two colors in one set and switching up the order on each nail so i view Timebomb as afrolatina4afrolatino as Ekko's name is greek and it's common for black/latino diaspora parents to give their kids greek names

And for Vi,her adultification despite better avaliable caretakers for Jinx brings on the obvious comparison to the bias towards black older sisters to mind and as a nice contrast to Jinx,she comes off as a stud.And combined with all that,i see Isha as black too to complete the parallels between her and Jinx and she didn't die,that was propaganda and she's happy with her parents Jinx and Ekko and aunties Vi and Sevika🙏🏼Also Jinx had a hair journey from straight hair to an afrobubble ponytail to fantasy butterfly locs with magenta,blue,yellow and brown beads

[archivedsorrow]

( @sleeplesswork )

silver hair, teal eyes; that was all that was on ivan's mind lately. he couldn't explain it. everywhere he went in the garden, he was looking for him, consciously or not, he was always drawn to wherever till was. he wanted to know everything about him. he wanted to understand him. he knew the sort of enviroment till came from; it wasn't too different from his own. so... how? how did he keep that spark in him, how come he didn't succumb to the system yet when... it obviously carried consequences? not once had he witnessed till be taken away to solitary, not once had he witnessed extra restraints having to be used on him in specific. sometimes it was ivan's fault, sometimes it wasn't. it more often than not was ivan's fault.

and yet. none of the provocations really yielded any answers. till still remained as much as an enigma as the first time he saw him. ivan finally concluded... he needed something bigger. but how were he, a lone boy, to come to such means that weren't simple bickering and scuffles, to try and pull something extraordinary out of another?

the answer came to him later that night, when he went towards a corner of the anakt garden that he hadn't been to much yet. he's found flaws in the system before and exploited them in different places, but he wondered if this one had something, too... a twisted smile curled his lips upwards once he found himself staring at the glitchy wall. ivan felt over the cracks in the otherwise pristine display of what was the garden itself, a perfect, splitting image of earth... like a paradise. but the boy had long since learned that it was anything but.

he paused then, glancing over his shoulder. all the flowers that were nearby had been meticulously crushed and stomped over, torn at the stems as ivan had been practically obsessed with destroying them. it was one final glance to reassure himself that he wasn't followed or watched by anyone, before he pulled at what seemed to be a tear in the very fabric of reality. it made an uncomfortable, screeching sound, one that had him flinching slightly, but before he knew it, he was staring into a gaping maw of what appeared to be a cave. where did this lead?

as he fearlessly stepped forth, the cold of the ground beneath his feet was a jarring contrast to the warm grass of anakt garden. ivan stepped over dirt and stone alike, sliding his palm along the wall as he walked in a whimsical manner. the darkness was oddly comforting, as compared to the bright, too bright lights of the garden. he only paused once he heard growling. did something live here? his steps grew lighter, more careful, as he followed after the strange sounds. it was then, that he saw it. that creature, of a shape that reminded him of those his father's men owned. two headed and drooling, baring sharp fangs. he never quite knew what they were, other than they were used to rip apart those that didn't pay their debts to father promptly enough.

it noticed him, he knew. of course it did. “ ... ” they were staring into each other's eyes, and ivan was surprised to see the beast not attack him immediatelly... but then he saw— the collars around both of its necks... just like till. he recalled his father's bodyguards throwing hunks of meat at these creatures and they always gulped them down happily. he wondered if this one was hungry, too; it was drooling, almost shaking as it stared ivan down. he couldn't fathom what purpose this one served, why it was hidden away behind the walls of the garden that was supposed to be a peaceful, safe paradise. he turned his back to it, heading back towards the garden, and subsequently, his room. he'd have to find it some snack.

he'd found some scraps from his dinner, gathered them up and quickly went back to where he came from, always mindful of not being seen. he was quite pleased to see that none of their caretakers that were up at night seemed to notice anything, so ivan's path remained clear. he made a quick trip back towards that hellish creature he saw earlier, hands outstretched with the offerings he brought. it quickly perked up and began panting... was it... excited? ivan quirked one of his brows upwards, committing this behavior to memory. it was no longer growling at him, ivan no longer felt like he wasn't allowed to approach it any further. with some caution, he threw the first bit of food towards it. it happily gobbled it up... and so he repeated that a few more times, until he had nothing left on his hands.

that wegyein then trotted over to the raven-haired boy on its own, causing him to tense up for one fleeting moment. “ mm... ” he hummed idly, carefully pressing his palm to one of its snouts. was it thankful? he remembered always being told to say thank you! to the cooks when they were handing out food to the children. with no further regard to his own well-being, ivan slipped his fingertips over the creature's teeth, even slipping them between some of the bigger gaps. he wondered... how till would react to this thing?

he left the animal with that thought, etched deeply into his mind. other than giving it a silent promise that he'd come visit it every so often, it was all he could think about, head buzzing with countless possibly scenarios of what-ifs where he imagined till standing up to an alien creature that appeared so feral. so of course. the next day, that was exactly the sort of scenario he had to set up.

during their mandatory playtime, he noticed till trying to weave a flower crown. that seemed to be the new hit thing amidst the children, everyone was doing it lately. he wasn't even that bad if ivan were to be honest— but something still bothered him about the other children's ignorance towards what those flowers actually were ( so why did you never tell them? ).

“ hey! ” he exclaimed, rushing over towards the fair-haired boy and snatching the flower crown he'd been working on this whole time. “ hahaha, you want it back? you're gonna have to catch me! ” and with that taunt, he immediatelly bolted towards his newfound secret place from last night.

[infwctednyacifier]

☀️⋆｡🌅 ₊˚🌙ﾟ. TRIPLE, ORIGINAL = DAY, DAWN, & NIGHT SMALL SUBSYSTEM – ALTER PACK

I decided to make a small sub-system because these take a lot of time to do, even if there’s only two so yeah. Even more so because I like making them a bit complex so even more time. Also, they’re a gay polycule. Hope you enjoy!!!!!

Names – Summer „ Helios „ Apollo „ Ivory „ Elio „ Cyrus

Age – immortal / 4.603 billion years old

Pronouns – he / him „ hy / hym „ sun / sun’s „ bright / bright’s „ sunny / sunny’s „ star / star’s „ solar / solar’s „ hot / hot’s „ sea / sea’s „ ocean / ocean’s „ beach / beach’s

Gender – sonnegender „ soligender „ sunic „ sunbeing „ summergender „ beachgender „ oceaniscen „ beachdatic

Orientation – gay „ achillean „ androsexual „ polyamorous „ twink

Role – physical protector „ physical caretaker „ announcer

Species – deity / personification of the sun / day

Source – original / sun / day

Emojis – ☀️„ 🏖️ „ 🌄 „ 🌊 „ 🐚 „ 🏝️

Likes – surfing „ swimming „ shopping „ eating „ being spoiled

Dislikes – waiting „ having to walk „ camping „ cats „ jealousy

Appearance – fair ( slightly tan ) skin „ blonde hair ( long „ often down ) „ blue eyes ( almond-shaped ) „ often wears expensive / summer clothing „ slender „ curvy ( slightly chubby ) „ short

Faceclaims –

Names – Dismas „ Nikko „ Vesper „ Dusk „ Esmeray „ Zora

Age – immortal / 13.8 billion years old

Pronouns – he / him „ sun / sun’s „ sunrise / sunrise’s „ sunset / sunset’s „ evening / evening’s „ dawn / dawn’s „ autumn / autumn’s „ fall / fall’s „ breeze / breeze’s „ coffee / coffee’s „ comfy / comfy’s „ sweater / sweater’s

Gender – dawngender „ dawninostic „ abendine „ sunsetgender „ sunrisxic „ autumngender „ autumnian „ autumnaesic „ cafféan „ coffeeflux „ coffeeyic „ hunk

Orientation – gay „ achillean „ androsexual „ polyamorous „ hunk

Role – mental caretaker „ soother „ entertainer ( storytimes )

Species – deity / personification of sunset / rise

Source – original / dawn / evening

Emojis – 🌅 „ 🌇 „ 🌄 „ ☕ „ 🍂 „ 🏞️

Likes – baking „ knitting / sewing „ cooking „ Halloween „ slasher movies

Dislikes – cats „ working out „ camping „ gardening „ crowded spaces

Appearance – fair skin skin „ ginger hair ( medium „ often in a bun ) „ brown eyes ( soft „ lidded / sleepy ) „ often wears sweaters and leggings „ slender „ muscular ( slight „ a bit pudgy ) „ medium height

Faceclaims –

Names – Galileo „ Luan „ Tsukuyomi „ Delano „ Koko „ Rome

Age – immortal / 4.53 billion years old

Pronouns – he / him „ it / it’s „ moon / moon’s „ lunar / lunar’s „ night / night’s „ star / star’s „ moonlight / moonlight’s „ void / void’s

Gender – noctisgender „ phosnightial „ nightgender „ atergender „ nightearthic „ lunoric „ sleepyfluffybatic „ teagender

Orientation – gay „ achillean „ androsexual „ polyamorous „ bear

Role – archivist „ admin „ physical caretaker „ announcer

Species – deity / personification of moon / night

Source – original / moon / night

Emojis – 🌙 „ 🌃 „ 🌆 „ 🌉 „ 💤 „ 🍱

Likes – reading „ stargazing „ cooking „ painting / drawing „ psychological horror ( secretly )

Dislikes – cats „ crowded spaces „ aggression „ destruction „ being away from his husband’s

Appearance – pale skin „ white hair ( long „ often down or in a bun ) „ blue eyes ( soft „ lidded / tired ) „ often wears kimono’s „ stocky „ hairy „ tall

Faceclaims –

[unhonest-iago]

Whumpee who’s passed through the hands of multiple whumpers, all with different personalities and methods.

One who they thought was kind and could be trusted. A psychiatrist who knew all their deepest fears and secrets. Only for that to be used against them. Their food poisoned with psychotropic drugs that gave them waking nightmares. And when they refused to eat or drink, that was fine by whumper. They’d just wait until whumpee was on the brink of starvation or dehydration. Sometimes they wouldn’t be as patient, simply hooking them up to an iv drip or a feeding tube. Whumpee’s more afraid of that, turned into a pin cushion thanks to their veins being small and deep.

The next is the polar opposite, not bothering to hide their depravity. This one makes whumpee want to return to the previous. They’d rather deal with the falsehoods than such sadism. Being strung up like a hunk of meat. Experimented on, watched like prey to see what is most effective at breaking them down. Only to be forgotten about when they were no longer whumper’s shiny new toy. Laying in agony on a dirt floor, covered in bruises, cuts, and a few broken bones. A puddle of vomit under them.

They go through so many that the experiences melt together. To the point, they think caretaker is simply the next one when they first meet. Thinking they’re luring them into a false sense of security. Surprised when caretaker lets them ask whatever they want to know. The most open book person they’ve met so far. It’s extremely slow—recovering from it all. Caretaker gets frustrated when whumpee walks on eggshells around them. The caseworker who relinquished whumpee to them didn’t give them any info. And because of it all, there are a few times where whumpee regresses. It takes a little over a year before whumpee starts to tell caretaker what had actually happened to them.

[whumperfultime]

June of Doom Day 16

@juneofdoom

Prompts: "At least it can't get any worse." | Secret | Stranded | Setback

Contains: Hidden illness, fainting, fever, platonic caretaking, the emotional whump of dealing with a vehicle breaking down in the middle of nowhere, and mentions of vomiting/nausea, police, and bruises/beating

In which the Crew is forced to adapt to a series of frustrating obstacles while trying to finish their current mission. And somebody pushes himself too hard.

~

It was jobs like this that tempted Kalei towards an early retirement.

The actual theft was the easy part. Sneak into a secure storage facility, steal back their client’s stolen artwork, get out and get to the rendezvous point. Once there, they would return the art and receive the rest of their payment.

Luck was on their side at first. The guards’ patrol ran on perfect time, which made entry easy. One of Dace’s gadgets made quick work of the electronic keypad lock on the storage unit. The unit itself was well-organized, which saved them from a time-consuming search for the items they needed. Every one of them remained calm as they neared the end of the job. Matago split off to move the rental transport parked down the block while Kalei and Dace took cover and moved the artwork to secure crates for safe travel.

When they emerged, they found a guard pinning Matago to the ground next to the transport and requesting backup and law enforcement over the comms system.

Kalei managed to fight the guard off while Dace loaded the cargo, then she took over as the getaway driver. Matago came out of the scuffle with a split lip and blows to the face and stomach that would undoubtedly bruise later. With their cover blown they couldn’t even risk a five-minute stop at a convenience store to pick up a first aid kit.

It wasn’t long before security determined that the robbery victim also happened to be the man who oversaw the region’s law enforcement.

Matago used his tablet to keep an eye on police and media activity as best as he could. As expected, given the target, they were quick to set up roadblocks along all the major routes leading out of the city. One of which was their way to the rendezvous point.

So they adapted. Matago pulled up a map of the area and guided Kalei on a winding and nonsensical route down back roads and into the forest beyond city limits. Kalei remained tensed the entire time, expecting cops around every turn and obsessively checking the rearview mirror for anyone following them.

What was meant to be one hour’s drive would take them closer to two or three at this rate. Kalei tried, against her nature, to focus on the positives of the situation. They were on an isolated road that the cops were unlikely to search. It was dark enough that anyone who happened to live out here probably wouldn't recognize the transport from the details released on the news. Since it was remote, she could even drive a little above the speed limit, which would get them there faster.

And…the headlights were flickering.

And the transport powered down without warning.

The three of them sat in stunned silence.

Kalei shoved the door open as hard as she could and clambered out, walking in the direction of the trees lining the road. Fuck an early retirement. Disappearing into the forest forever was the best option at this point.

“I’m gonna assume that this was an unintentional stop?” Matago called from behind her.

She whirled around, trying to suppress the sheer rage threatening to overtake her. “No shit, Mat!”

“It wouldn’t be the cops, right? Like…could the rental company somehow turn the transport off from a distance? Or track us?”

“I don’t know!” Before she could stop herself, she kicked the useless hunk of metal in its side. “All I’m thinking about is setting it on fire!”

“It’s okay.” Dace was the only one of them to sound calm, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “It’s probably nothing. Looks like a common issue for this model…should be an easy fix.”

He set to work retrieving his toolbox and investigating under the front hood while Kalei and Matago took a seat on the grassy roadside. It had been a while since they last saw another transport on the road, but that could change at any moment. All three of them knew enough about wilderness survival that they could probably make it back to the Azaphia if they had to ditch the rental, but Kalei doubted they would be able to haul the artwork with them.

“Why couldn’t my dad have had a stupid boring office job?” she muttered. “Or at the very least encouraged me not to follow in his footsteps? Then I could have joined normal society and lived a normal life. I could have been sitting on a comfy couch drinking wine with a beautiful wife right now and instead I’m here.”

“You’ll feel better once the money’s transferred to your bank account,” Matago told her.

“Assuming we make it that far.” She did another scan of their surroundings. Still no sound besides the crickets and no light besides the glow of Dace’s work lamp. It didn’t do much to help her relax, but the moment of stillness gave her a chance to take some deep breaths. “How are you doing?”

Matago shrugged. “Still hurting a little, but I’ll be fine. Thanks for fighting that guard off, by the way.”

“I guess we just missed one.” Kalei clenched her hands into fists, then forced herself to untense. “This night sucks.”

“The universe can only give us so much bad luck at once. Hopefully it won’t get any worse from here.”

He could barely finish speaking before Dace collapsed onto the pavement, unconscious.

Kalei was at his side in an instant, rolling him onto his back. He had no visible injuries, nor was he having any sort of seizure. But when she touched his skin, she found it burning hot. The work lamp illuminated a thin layer of sweat on his face.

“What happened?” Matago demanded. He peered into the jumble of mechanical parts in the transport’s front compartment, checking for anything that might have caused it.

“I don’t know…he’s overheated, that’s for sure,” Kalei replied.

Dace’s brows drew together and he let out a quiet groan, struggling to open his eyes. “How’d I get on the ground…?” he slurred.

“I think you fainted.” Kalei pulled him closer, resting his head on her lap. “Take it easy. Seems like you have a bad fever.”

“Oh, yeah.” There wasn’t an ounce of surprise in his tone.

“Mat, can you get my water bottle from inside, please?” Matago opened the driver’s side and began searching. “When did you start feeling sick?”

Dace squinted as he tried to think clearly. “Woke up feeling sick. Threw up before we left for the job and I’ve been nauseous since then. Fever kicked in on the drive here.”

Kalei’s eyes widened. “You’ve been sick since this morning?” He nodded. “Why didn’t you say something?!”

“Figured I’d walk it off.” Matago returned with the water and Dace paused to take a sip. “I was gonna tell you on the way to the rendezvous, but the night went to shit. Didn’t wanna make it worse.”

If he weren’t already suffering, Kalei might have smacked him on the back of the head. Even more frustrating was the knowledge that she probably would have done the same thing if she were in his place. “I don’t care if you get sick before, during, or after a job. You tell us next time, understand?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving her off. A tired smile came to his face. “Transport’s fixed, by the way.”

“Good. Then we can get you to a doctor once we get paid.” She and Matago hoisted him back to his feet. He swayed for a moment, then seemed to regain a sense of balance. “Mat, take over driving if you can. I want to sit in the backseat with this one in case he decides to keel over again.”

Within a couple of minutes they were off again. Despite the warmth radiating off him, Dace started shivering once they were back in the transport. Kalei scooted closer to try and combat the chills with her own body heat.

“Jus’ gonna get germs from me back here,” Dace mumbled. Still, he leaned into her touch.

“It doesn’t matter. Have some more water, yeah? And try to rest if you can. We can pull over if your stomach gets too upset.”

Dace didn’t reply this time, just let out a quiet hum as he closed his eyes.

The worries that surrounded her earlier that night were more distant now. As she draped her jacket over him, all Kalei could focus on was the relief that he was safe.

[whumpster-dumpster]

big whumpees. lumberjack whumpees. 6 foot brick shithouse hunk whumpees. whumpees who would tower over whumper if they werent always on their knees. whumpees who are all muscle. whumpees who were caught when they let their guard down and if given the chance, could kick whumpers ass into next tuesday. whumpees who can bench a hundred ten pounds when they arent being tortured

my current whumpee is 5'10 and can lift 75 kgs and still gets beat by a shock collar. the only person who could maybe possibly lift him is 6'3 wall of a man caretaker

please.....consider..... bigger whumpees......no more twinks in 2023

Hey, twinks have their rights to suffer haha but you've got a point, I've had my eye on a few of the six footers before. Equal whump rights for big bois 2023

[alluraaaa]

how team voltron would be taking care of a baby

(source: i’m nannying a 6 month old rn)

shiro: for all the jokes of “space dad” and how good he is at leading a team of teenagers this man surprisingly cannot care for a baby. at least not on his own. he would eventually lose patience of the baby needing something but him not knowing what it is they need. he’s not a mind reader!!! stop crying and learn to talk!!!!! but at least they don’t talk back…

keith: he grew up in the foster system and read parenting books to properly critique his various caretakers. may have also been staying with a family with a baby a few times. he knows what to do but he gets nervous actually doing it because he knows how easy it is to mess up. babies are so fragile! did you know sometimes babies just. die in their sleep?? it’s called sudden infant death syndrome and there’s no warning signs beforehand. isn’t that terrifying (“keith stop talking about death while holding an infant”)

pidge: absolutely horrendous babysitter material. shiro lost his patience but at least he had any to begin with. pidge sees a baby as a drooling poopy noise maker and opts out immediately. what do you mean she shouldn’t distract it with a tablet? who cares about its development 🙄 the best she can do is make a bottle or grab a diaper while the actual sitter’s hands are full with the baby. (once the baby reaches like. age 6 and up tho she’s a good sitter they cause chaos together)

lance: tio lance to the rescue 😎 absolute king of a babysitter he’s been doing this all his life. has all the patience ever because he’s a baby whisperer and finds them too cute to get upset with them. matches their baby outfits to his own. the one that everyone else calls for when they run into trouble when babysitting solo. peekaboo KING

hunk: it takes him a bit of freaking out and figuring it out but eventually he gets pretty good at it!! it must be from being lance’s best friend. and also being generally perfect. he tries way too hard to not make messes tho. you just gotta embrace that babies are professional mess makers and that you have to clean up after them. but it’s okay because they’re adorable and they babble at you ❤️ he’s the best hunkle one could ask for (until it’s time to go down for a nap and they just won’t. then he starts to lose patience)

allura: loves holding and cuddling and playing with babies ❤️ absolutely determined to be the best auntie ever ^_^ gonna get them so many toys and cute clothes and get so many pictures and videos of them. …but wait. the baby’s… crying? …they need a diaper change? okay back to your parents you go little one!!

coran: he raised allura alongside her parents and who knows what else he’s done in his life he’s got a wild backstory. that said he’s like magic at babysitting. the most difficult of children are no match for him. they babble at him and he talks back as if it’s a full conversation. says “fascinating…” at half of the random shit they do. he’s learning from them as much as they’re learning from him. he’s walking cocomelon to them

[discordiansamba]

good evening, thinking about the oops! all Galra AU again and thinking about how everyone grew up- namely about how the only ones who ever really had families are Keith and Lance.

Keith, obviously, was born before the war and was raised on Altea by both of his parents. He would visit Daibazaal sometimes, but to Keith, his home planet was definitely Altea. He grew up in the Castle, along with a lot of other diplomat's kids, who had a special wing of the Castle dedicated to housing them. Once the war began in earnest, almost all of the diplomats and their families were sent back to their home planets, with only Krolia and Keith remaining. Keith's father died during the war, with Allura's mother dying shortly thereafter. They sought solace in one another.

(Later on, they would both wake to a future where their surviving parents had been dead for thousands of years.)

Lance grew up on the main base of the Blade of Marmora, alongside the rest of his family. A family of his size was considered unusual, even within the Blade, and managed to be tight knit despite many of his older siblings eventually leaving to go on undercover missions of their own, leaving just Lance and his parents behind. He eventually becomes a caretaker for his niece and nephew, after his older brother and wife return to the battlefield once they're a little older.

Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk were all raised within the Empire. They weren't raised by their families, and were instead taken to be raised in small groups with other Galra of their age. The idea was not for them to gain a sense of comradery with the fellow Galra, but to see them as competition- to do whatever it took to be considered the best among them.

This was something Shiro excelled at- his group consisted of those from high profile families, the children of high ranking Galra officials. They were given opportunities that those in the lower ranks never saw. Hunk and Pidge's families were considered the rank and file, much lower on the pecking order. Pidge by and large was mostly ignored due to her small size- the others in her group didn't even see her as worth the effort.

Hunk just kind of... missed the point entirely, and tried to take care of everyone else in his group. He was eventually removed altogether for, ironically 'disrupting the unit' and was raised alone in order to stamp out what the Empire saw as 'weakness'. It did not work!

[minecraft-fanfiction-house]

@Crafting-Minecraft-Fanfiction

CWs: Disease, Cannibalism, emotionally abusive, Burn Wound.

I have grabbed 3 random blocks to introduce myself with. (Burn Wound, Cannibalism and Disease, Emotionally Abusive)

Ocs Based of Prompts and daydreams i already had in my head, that ended up fitting the generated blocks (Podzel was one where i just added the ideas that were in my saved pintrest box and instagrammed favirites. Like their parents and sweater dirtied by moss.)

You probably arnt able to read my handwriting. Yeah i couldve typed... and i shouldve, i really shouldve.

My rambling of information i will give is uneven as sand! Posted earlier on Co-host

BeeKeeperer

'As much as merchant jobs are looked down upon, honey endeavours of illagers who want to keep bees and keep flowers are the exception... '

This profession among illager units is a lot more diverse when it comes to bees. As an example with BeeKeeperer housing Vulture bees to make honey jerky with cow blood. But never pigs blood! as cannibls use it as a substitute, seeing it as a bad omen and a path to unrighteousness. {Country unnamed but they live in an active political fued only personal to the council.}

Their was an incident that happend during a winter storm, far less worse but destructive in flinging a whole tree- so yeah, less worse. Shattered glass and the rose dyed snow. Attracting a villager nearby, whos from the path of fox traps, {Whoever put those their}... They were pretty terrafied, and were so scared of being seen by the eyes of a cannibal from noted interviews of another more cooperative cannibalism of Pirana Village 'They love the nickname so much they kept it?' Which hat Illager, dragging a drunken BeeKeeperer. Turns out Ravager's blood has a lot more of a kick once they ingust alchol, or duchess can make alchol in her system like their Raveger {Illager Caretaker}

Plaguetor

'Their is a plauge in parts of villages and patrol unit's along with wild patrols. One may worry its of cannibles disease for it to have spread this long. It is slow, and theirs a pityful end to the animals'

Their Faith is that of Elements and health. The sacredness of the elements of fire, air, water and earth. They help with burial practice and did research on the scavanger animals given to them from their diety's blessing on a marking on one of the vulture eggs. With omens of a sickness spreading among deer witn odd behaviours of canniblsm. The Silent Tower is

… Jobless Teen {Vigliger}

"Where are your parents from"

"My mom was is from village 'meadow peak' by that hunk of forest and mushrooms my dad lived in."

"Oh your parents are an illager and villager,"

"Yup"

"Aww forbidden love"... "...Sure"

'An Arranged marriage that both of their own parents agreed to have, instead of them.'

Considering how cats can see our stripes and how podzel is grazingly burnt. i meshed those two into the skin. They do look a lot like their father, and their skinn shows their moms invisible stripe color pattern. I found this to be a cool idea when podzel was generated to me. Along with the metaphors ^^ I love the idea of wearing their dads trench coat, it made them blend in, if only for their clothing. They might be a more, grazed by presence if they werent good at being quite when they can. Others wouldnt notice that, they all assume Podzel show up into the room. They make their presence know with one sentance and they can immiditly leave, "You haven't stayed their for very long" Their mothers speach starts soft, and thats when they knew a crabs pincer would be better. As long as they dont have to get picnhed on sand, the smooth rocks that touchs the waters foam, is always so much better.

"Go, you arnt ruining the danm party planned by that scrubbed womens daughter. Just- Have Fun, or sit quitly in the corner without disturbing anyone." their mother wanted them to show face. Cant reason its because they dont want them here, it would be an annoying lie if id they proclaimed they did.

(Chatgpt told me she isnt using coarse langouge lol, but it shows what i had in mind. I guess not so publicly near a party an ongoing, but she wouldnt want to be to loud if she did anyways.)

{ Psychologically complicated, like all brains are. Consider I am a fixitous internet user and by that I mean I’m ADHD and I love calling my brain Dave. } "I keep losing something everyday and no matter how hard i try onces my dopamine is slightly lower to something I enjoy, im unable to finnish it, or enjoy it more proactivly" Lol, I really need to go back to my psychiatrist.

My love of learning history, about other cultures and religions like the Zoroastrianism faith and their funeral practice. Taking inspiration and interest in a lot of things. Learning things from diffrent sites, interviews and connecting t with other ideas like with vultures. From tumblr facts post and idea prompts on vultures being holy. I know, i know I have named the vultures but i haven't drawn them. But soon. They are bearded vultures ^^

My writing abilities for creating my characters, with care and understanding. Since I did just create them I haven't really had a chance to hurt them more than whatever job they already have to imply that.. Like death, or wearing a mask due to a traumatic incident along with letting bees sleep on you like cats and getting poisoned.

I did this all in 4 days, i would've written it all up but i noticed i might get burn out so i risked another day where i might lose my hyper fixation, and all my ideas... You can i had a lot of fun rambling. But I wont put myself to a high expectations. Loved naming conventions, might rename or have to give my ocs names. Whiiich, i made my beekeeper name jerky and like illusinor jasper in the codes, both seemed uniqe proffesions of beast taming and the other of illusionist arts that its named after them! I like that idea a lot, And maybe it meets the way they handled their profession is uniqe, Blood and a Rock... Lol you i'm making this up as I go <3

I do hope to have a sona soon, but it’s fanfic, ie been writing Minecraft fanfic(also my splatoon tag). Never completed a story, I’m just writing it, even my oneshots taking to long.

Also box of unnecesary rambles that would fit into intos post... If i had the time to draw it

[Attacking wolfs and zombie's unnatruly, seeming to only decay continuelly they come down to two seperate definitions. 'Zombie deer' from a zombie priest who helps them be docile and 'Chronic wasting Diseased Deer' CWDD. "Chemical Warefare Directinal Detecter?" Confusion scrunchs up the Vultures leatherd face, looking beside them to a sign into a facility, "...No, But i can decree why youd assume. I am formally of the mind of researching the the 'Chronic Wasting Disease Deer' odd behavours that dont quickly decompose their mouths to stop biting so aggresivly. Gladly they do tend to lack cordanation."]

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WiJ 2023 - 06: Deprived (4/10)

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Definitely not the monster I thought it would be, but this is all gonna be horrendous when I put it together lol, but that's a 6-snippets-i.e.-an-age-from-now problem. (God, why is the spacing on tungle acting so weird? Maybe I actually need to let this thing do all of the windows updates it wants... so inconvenient).

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CONTENT and WARNINGS: Panic attack, flashbacks, broken bones, crush injuries, spinal injury, mild description of gore, multiple whumpees, fellow whumpee acting as something of a caretaker

wc: ~1.3k

As if it could sense Cole’s distress, the debris’ weight atop him seemed to increase, forcing more air from his straining lungs than he could replenish. Each breath hurt like nothing else.

Jagged points of broken ribs dug into his muscle, while the smooth lengths dug into his lungs. Knives were the only thing comparable. He could hardly think.

Why was his ability failing him now?

Instead of the steady, reliable strength and vitality, an uncomfortably warm weakness coursed through his veins.

He couldn’t move, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe.

It was all too much.

It’s not real! he cried inwardly.

It had to be another of his mind’s evil attempts at dragging him back into the past. That’s all this was, just another dream. He wasn’t laying here, on his back crushed under the unforgiving weight of concrete and steel, losing his mind.

Strained, scared grunts escaped his lungs as he gave everything he had and more to budge the weight with his free arm and twisted his broken body to free a leg to help, and broken whines built in his throat when he failed. In any other circumstance, Cole would’ve been embarrassed by such pitiful sounds, but the pain was so uncontrollable and immense that he couldn’t help them.

More sand hissed and fell onto his face, and rock slid against rock; a sure sign that whatever pinned him was shifting, gifting him a heavenly inch across his chest. Greedily, he gulped at the dusty air despite the agony that rent his body without his ability.

The relief that flooded him was immense; it was worth the pain.

Now, he just had to move from under it. He’d made it this far, surely…

Cole wriggled his torso, trying to cock a leg to help take the weight.

The load did not get lighter.

Oh no, oh no no no.

He wriggled again, but nothing he did or thought could wake his dormant limbs.

It’s not real, it can’t be real.

He couldn’t see, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t…

Move.

Cole couldn’t move.

The strain was fast catching up—pain lanced and bled through every bone from his head, to his shoulders, to his ribs, and through the arm that propped the hunk of debris off his chest, but everything past his waist was… eerily peaceful.

There was no pain; not even discomfort.

Just… nothing.

Nothing.

He couldn’t feel the entire lower half of his body.

Cole’s mind raced. His chest, despite the small relief, constricted sickeningly tight. Fear ripped through his pounding heart, tearing his mind to shreds and stealing more air than the debris ever could. Around him, the faint din of machinery replaced the groans and cracks of the collapsed building, and the faint echoing voices of workers and his own, muted screams reverberated through the open floor of his old factory. The hazy ghost of a man had wondered beneath the pipes, still suspended by ropes that refused to retire. They had corrosion, Cole had seen it.

The sound of straining steel cords whipped through Cole’s mind.

The man had a partner, a kid… or was it two?

What good was he id he left him under the—he had to get him out from under—he was under the pipes and they were going to fall…!

The ropes snapped and the pipes fell and landed with a sickening crunch.

The man was safe, thrown to the side so harshly that Cole was sure something broke, but his kids would still have a father.

That was the only thought left in Cole’s mind as he fought for life, broken, pinned under the pipes in that man’s place, eyes burning neon blue for all to see.

“Call the hunters!” came a murky voice. It was soon joined by more.

It was going to happen all over again.

Cole struggled harder, unable to stop the cries that spilled from his mouth. He had to get out, he had to get away, they would go after Mel and Penny…! He couldn’t let that happen!

Something in him snapped, lending him the strength to push harder still, causing whatever was above him to groan.

A broken shriek tore through the fragments of memories that plagued Cole’s mind. A familiar voice whimpered and groaned, stumbling over his words. Cole couldn’t make them out over the thundering of his heart in his ears, and his too-fast, shallow breaths, but he was sure he heard his name. It hurt to wonder.

He just kept panting, he couldn’t get enough air, his chest hurt, he felt sick.

He was going to die under here. The hunters would find him, hurt him, and prolong his suffering.

“C-Cole…!” the voice gasped.

It was his name…

“Stop, st-stop…! Please! C-Can’t—breathe--! Hurts—!”

Can’t—

Breathe…!

Cole’s body shook now. He couldn’t fail, not again, he couldn’t let the pipes back down, but, slowly, the strain was becoming too much. He tried to breathe, but a cough rattled his chest, cutting his breath short.

Not enough, not enough.

He gasped again, greedily inhaling the staling, dusty air with a shudder.

“C—Cole—!”

Coles body failed him, sending the flat, concrete pipes crashing back down onto his body.

Already cracked ribs splintered further, but the chunk slid off him, releasing his chest.

He could breathe. He could finally breathe.

But that was the only thing he could do.

Darkness still surrounded him, and his injuries hadn’t yet healed. He could not stop the panic that clawed its way through his chest, and crushed his dry throat, refusing to relent. He didn’t move again save for the uneven dips of the breathless, shallow gasps which wracked his body.

The other voice spoke again, but Cole couldn’t comprehend a single word. All he could hear was the hazy yelling that echoed through the warehouse, and the sickening, humming laugh of a man clad in black, face adorned with a golden mask. It glimmered like the stars that swam in Cole’s vision, concealing the identity of a man whose eyes were filled with an unmistakable cruelty and ambition.

That look sent a shiver down his spine.

“C-Cole—” the voice said, “ye’re not—he’s not here—b-breathe—”

Fragments.

His mind refused to hear more than a few words at a time, and those he did, he couldn’t understand.

Suddenly, a cool, inhuman hand found his. The grip was shaky and weak, but, all the same, it wrapped its webbed fingers around his dusty palm and helped ease the uncomfortable heat of the stress and strain.

Cole’s breath shuddered in his chest, and he choked out a sob.

No one held his hand in those hazy memories, no one extended him even an ounce of comfort; no one cared for the demon broken and pinned under the pipes, but… the young belunae that laid beside him, trapped in the same, suffocating darkness did.

“Th-that’s it, I—think… yeah,” Pete said, voice hitching and strained, “just—breathe, l-long, slow b-b-breaths. Th-that’s what T-Timmy—w-what Timmy says.”

How he’d even begun to succeed, Cole didn’t know, but the smooth indentations of scales, the sharp but gentle claws that rested against his skin, and the steady shake of Pete’s hand seemed to act like a tether, softly pulling Cole’s mind back to reality whenever it strayed too far.

Cole couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel his legs, he still could barely breathe, but he wasn’t alone.

He coughed, fouling his mouth with dust and who knew what else.

“You—you okay, kid?” he rasped.

The young belunae would probably never know how much what he did meant to Cole.

He was content to leave it that way.

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[rallamajoop]

the RE7 guide book was supposed to be a guide right? like its in the title. so what was it like in that? from my research there is very little about the actual gameplay tips and the bucket of salt that comes with the lore they provide (again i just keep with what the game says for Mia general special agent much like HUNK and caretaker in relation to Evie)

As a guide, dunno, can’t say I’ve tried using it as one. I’ve already linked two different translations of the text, though I'm not sure that either of them actually cover all the guide stuff – why waste time translating info you can already find in plenty of free guides online? You can buy a copy of the Japanese version from Amazon if you really want all the details, though some wrangling is necessary to make it available to your English-language kindle account (there are web guides available on that too – that's how I got hold of it).

I can tell you the guide dedicates most of its page count to covering gameplay stuff – enemies, bosses, locations, puzzles, maps, detailed locations of every item, etc. Lore and character bios really only get a couple of pages here and there. So I assume it’s useful – item locations alone could be well worthwhile, given how well RE7 hides stuff – but I haven’t gone through any of the advice it offers in any detail, and I doubt there’s anything in it you couldn’t find online. I don't think they ever released a comparable guide for RE8, so I suspect it didn't sell that well, for obvious reasons.

[lordbhreanna]

So I fell down the BG3's rabbit-hole and this is the character I created for my first playthrough 🌿Some background thoughts on her under the cut (no spoilers for the game):

Went with druid because I wanted to have the "slightly more benevolent Witch of the Wilds" vibe (because I can't play really evil or rude characters, especially for a first playthrough)

Thus I wanted to give her a witchy name and to avoid just copypasting my Dragon Age fave Morrigan, I chose Morgana, which is similar enough and feels appropiate for a fantasy setting

Thanks to the age slider, I wanted her to look more like a full adult - she's around 30 and has lived all her life in the wilderness

She never met her biological parents, but had a caretaker since she was a baby - a hunk of a tiefling named Abaddon. He was a druid that abandoned his circle, and he taught her about magic, survival, nature and medicine, and how to adopt her Wild Shapes and such. He also taught her about history and the arcane, and they collected books and stuff when they travelled around towns and cities. When you're asked to create a Guardian for your character, I modelled him after the surrogate father figure, which is where this idea came from. Given how the EA character creator asked you about who your character dreamed of, there might be some Elektra syndrome vibes here, but it's a risk I can take

Haven't decided if the guy is dead or they just parted ways when she was old enough

Despite growing up in the wilderness, she's charming and knows her way around a town or city, and how to deal with people. After she went her own way, living by herself, she played the witch healer from town to town in exchange for stuff she may need or want

She's curious, open-minded, and doesn't judge easily, but will not hesitate to use violence when needed and has killed before to survive or to help someone in need

She inherited the earrings from Abaddon

I want the tattoo to have a story, but haven't come up with anything yet - only that it is a rose because she loves nature (a bit basic but it's SOMETHING)

[soapy-soartp]

Day 2 for @whumperless-whump-event

Day: 2 - DOES YOUR INSURANCE COVER THIS?

Prompt: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / "Eyes open, ambulance is almost here."

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aventurine and Dr. Ratio

His family used to say he was lucky, a blessing from the mother god herself. He doesn’t feel very lucky right now. 

He should've been more careful really, he should’ve known better than to be blinded by panic. Now look where that got him. He is in pain, struggling to breath, and probably bleeding out in the middle of the road!

All cause of the stupid hunk of metal that goes too fast for anyone's good. He keeps trying to breathe but its hard and his vision starts to swim with dark spots. He thinks he hears people gasp, someone retched, and murmurs go around. Just when he’s about to fade out of consciousness he hears hurried footsteps.

His eyes snap open, well as much as they could, and he sees a blur of blue, white, gold, and purple come into view. The blur of colors seem to reach for him and he can’t help but flinch. But the hand that reaches out feels warm and gentle, almost featherlight.

He thinks the blob is saying something to him, something about doctors? And hospitals? Oh! The blobs a doctor apparently, well thats nice, maybe the good doctor blob will be kind enough to help. He tries to respond but his eyes are too heavy and everything still hurts and he can’t seem to get his mouth to move and-

Those are his last delirious thoughts as he fades out of consciousness.

—

Dr. Veritas Ratio, local terrifying professor and 8 doctorate holder, was just walking home from another long day at the university when he came upon a crowd of people gathered along the street.

Frowning, he doesn’t really want to have to wade through this crowd after the day he just had but he knows theres likely a reason for this. So the good doctor sucks it up and wades through the crowd, which is remarkably easier due to his height. When he gets to the center he sees the reason for the crowd gathering.

A badly injured looking blond person is bleeding out in the middle of the street, looking close to losing consciousness. Veritas pushes himself to the front of the crowd and cautiously approaches the injured person as he calls for some guy with a hat that already had his phone out to call for emergency services,

“You! With the blue hat. What use is that thing in your hand when you haven't even called for help!”

The man scrambles to open his phone and dial for emergency services.

Then he reaches for the person, shifting them ever so slightly to lay on their back (hoping that won't injure them more) and tries to catalog the worst of his injuries. Though he can't see well through all the blood he notices a big wound on the person's torso that's still there’s a concerning amount of blood. Plus there seems to be some bleeding from his head. 

So the doctor does his best with what he has raising the man’s head to see the severity of the injury there and keep their head elevated, then he does his best to put pressure on the wound.

He feels the man flinch at his touch and he sees them blink up at him, mumbling something along the lines of blob?

That's not good, they're already delirious and definitely close to passing out with the way their blinking and eye movements become increasingly more groggy.

He says in a last ditch attempt to comfort and keep the man awake, “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here."

Yet the man passes out anyways and Veritas has to go through the agonizing thing of waiting for the ambulance and just hope he’d managed to do enough for this man.

[poetandwolf]

just my studio/office where I spend most of my time.

I can not stress this enough, to any younger followers or people who don't have the safe space.

It will happen.

Someday.

It took me until I was 36 to create it. I lived at home until I was 29 (a mix of The Economy, the Grand autism-mo, CPTSD, and being the caretaker of my elderly grandma- which was a blessing honestly you all would have loved her.. She accepted me and was the first one I came out to. Like The Best Human Ever.) from idk 29-33 I lived in a hole in the wall apartment in Florida. Now while the apartment was nice compared to the crime ridden cesspool that was my hometown. It was... Florida. lol. In my home town no one gives a shit if you're GLBT or transition just as long as you like everyone else- stay in your lane. Florida was very different. Florida was painfully passive aggressive and fake.. and.. I quote;

" Its kind of funny for a while, then annoying, then depressing, finally it gets terrifying because you start wondering if these people are rubbing off on you. Its like a giant frenzy of aspiration and lies." - David Grohl.

I came back home to Maryland, and rented with my dad for a few years. I spent a good hunk of my 30s just painstakingly saving every penny I could- not doing things, just having that One Goal. My own ass house. No cons, no bullshit shinny things, no movies. Just... That. And I Did It. And it's Nice. I did almost get my own house as soon as I came back, but because I was still a Florida resident on the books, and it would take a month or two to get the things switched over- that deal fell through. And I had to wait for one with in my budget, and with the things we needed (had to have a garage, cuz, well. Other Job requires it.)

But a mere few weeks after my near fatal 'I shouldn't be alive you have Something Looking Out For You' as the ER dr said Accident. I get spammed with calls and text from my Dad and brother " someone is going to call you about a house. Say you're making an offer." Now, lol. The first they they tell you after your brain gets concussed to never make a huge financial decision. But- House. They text me the address- I check online and it looks cute, it's got enough space. It's prefect and right in the middle of this small little town. I say yes when the realtor calls. They quickly get me in for a tour before work. It's Prefect. It's Home. I'd show vids but my nephew's in it so, hahah. I can't.

I took all these classes, I panicked and got scared and was using One Hand the entire time because my other hand was in cast from the wreak. And they needed this and that and OH ONE MORE THING. And I had to find 'proof' why I made less in 2019 than I did in 2018 because of the Boobectomy and had to disclose "Oh...I transitioned from female to male and wanted chest surgery.." and it happened.

Finally. It was mine.

I sat there with Al's encouragement signing all the papers and was given the keys. I spent the first night in this house on my shitty futon from Florida in the "room with the fridge in it" watching ATLA on a old labtop because the power company was supposed to come by and I had to be there. Spent the first week repainting a room I'd be sleeping in. This whole ass house was the EPITOME of 'Blue'. And I hated the color and wanted greys.

Then we moved in. It took a lot of work, repairing things, freaking out. And it was all over 3 years ago..

it's just my dogs, and Aub/Al- be it spiritual spooky or some weird ass version of DID which compartmentalized into 'not disordered' as my shrinks would put it. It's just US.. By all accounts, a f/o relationship. We're happy. It's nice stumbling about the place planning meals and deep cleaning and doing all that boring domestic shit together. Knowing - this is our home.