#elk writes

[riskyalt]

Think it's very interesting to see that q!Roier treats people as they treat him back no matter what

Like with q!elquackity he kept repeating that "he was a great person with me" and that he didn't wish any active harm upon q!el, because he hadn't done anything to q!Roier

Like with q!foolish how he said he didn't mind being arrested by him to help, because q!foolish has always been caring to him - to the point he became q!Roier's father, so he tries to defend him back like q!foolish would to him, jumping in front of bullets

Like with q!cellbit how he matches the protectiveness and strong devotion to one another just as much, because q!Roier would burn down the island if q!cellbit has, knowing fully that q!cellbit would kill the entire Federation work force if he asked

Like with q!Spreen how he wants to inflict the same pain brought on to him, because he regards it as a betrayal meaning that it's only fair q!Spreen experiences the pain and isolation as well

Like with q!Etoiles how he would run to the other end of the earth to avenge him like with what happened relating to q!bbh, because q!Etoiles has always been genuine and supporting to him, to the point that with him by his side q!roier felt safe indulging in his bloodthirst

[elkian]

Thinking about the sugardaddy character reclining on a chaise lounge with his $500 silk shirt open and judgmentally listening to some board of something or other and every now and then he turns to the stocky dude in the orthopedic recliner to his right and goes "hey Herman are you hearing this shit?" and Herman's job is to go "yeah hon that sounds like absolute bullshit, what do they take you for". Herman's spouse is very supportive of this and sometimes appears on conference calls solely to back up these opinions.

Sugardaddy/sugarbaby relationship but the one with money is an annoying 23 year old who like, made a successful app in college or something, and the poor one is a 40-something single dad with medical debt who was just 'made redundant' at his soul-killing job. Mmmmm-hmmmm.... Thinking about this.

[theoxenfree]

NIGHTFALL

elk god x ranger!reader | wc; 759

no one dared to question why you chose the night shift; it was simply superstition that it was better not to ask. but, you were always in good company.

warnings; brief mentions of gore, ritualistic/cultish stuff, some lore things that may be confusing if you aren't aware of the series, roughly proofread

repost from 2kmps ➔ theoxenfree. would love to know if you guys would be interested in a full story!

No one dared to ask questions of you when you had volunteered to take up the lonesome night shift at the ranger’s station.

Workplace superstition wasn’t one to discriminate, whether that meant you were tweaking a bullet out of someone's chest in the operating room; sterile gowns splattered with carmine like a rorschach inkblot, adrenaline dampening the noise in the room while the surgeons honed into that sweet spot of impenetrable focus, or you were reclined in a creaky wooden chair, prodding agitatedly at your phone screen with a thumb because the service had turned to shit for the fifth time that night.

The reason why you were so adamant to burden the staggering quietness of the Atticus Forest behind aluminum walls that'd amplify the whispering winds and long claws of trees’ appendages trying to gain purchase into the metal went unchallenged, incurious—if no one knew why, they would be spared of knowing about you, bonding with you, catching your eye and expected to act in sympathy if you were to ever change your mind about the arrangement.

You, however, used the cover of nightfall, the endless shroud of darkness produced from a sprawling canopy of lush treetops to roam freely, uninhibited by the daytime shuffle of campers and hikers and other rangers scouting the trails for no-good-doers.

Every night you wandered out some ways from the station, somewhat nettled by the fact you were leashed from going far from the radio, needing to standby in case of contact, and whistled tunefully. It was a sweet sound that aroused the owls and sleeping doves, sometimes the tree frogs would chirp after you, suddenly turning the vast, placid place into a euphony of colorful sounds.

Only when the forest was at its noisiest did he come out from hiding. He did not know shame or fear of the sun, nor quail at the concept of walking among humans, but he preferred to share the forest with the untamed creatures and your company alone.

“Orruth,” you greeted the lumbering thing as he came away from the trees; the gray of his skin, and gleaming white elk skull were a seamless blend in the inky black all around. “Are you in the mood to walk tonight?”

He did not speak any human tongue, not any that you were aware of at any rate. You were no linguist, but the things he said couldn’t have been mistaken as latin nor some other dead language from forgotten empires and cultures buried by concrete and gentrification. They were guttural, strong echoes that anchored you with awe, overwhelmed by power, the unfathomable words of an ancient who always tried so desperately to converse with you. There could never be a middle-ground between what he said and what you understood because you were never meant to know.

So, he whined instead, lowered his hulking form close to the ground for you to reach his face. You felt the fissures in his long nose, how dry and brittle the bone felt under your fingertips and observed the glowing pupils within hollow sockets staring back at you. Apart from his arms and legs, which were long, sinewy, and gray, his head floated mysteriously by a thick vapor you had ever shied from touching and he seemed to not want you to touch.

“I heard a complaint about a fire about eight kilometers away. I'm hoping it's just a few campers thinking they're above the law of the land, but we can never be too sure.” You explained this while he tucked the flat bone of his nose into your chest, mindful of the sprawl of his antlers as you adjusted to petting him around the eye sockets. “We keep finding animals—gored, disemboweled, almost ritualistically at some campsites. If your old followers keep this up, they may try to ban people from camping out here at all.”

He would probably like that, you thought in hindsight once he had had his fill and pulled away from you. In his own tongue, he tried to say something else. It remained indecipherable to you, but you could have from how he nearly flattened his body to the ground that he was offering you a ride.

“Just try not to throw me into a bunch of tree branches again, yeah?” you sat on the broad shelf of one of his shoulders, arms wound in the network of forks and beams of his antlers as he rose to full height, walking onward off the trail and through the trees towards distant piles of smoke.

[elk-scribe]

Actually bc its easier to post text here on tumblr

gonna give y'all qsmp BOLAS fans a little treat. The baghera & Cellbit return for purgatory 2 had a lot more dialogue for it, but was never used. There were a lot of elements and time constraints that caused their involvement to go way differently than initially planned. It's a shame, because I was super proud of it! So here you go, enjoy the watcher's dialogue that we could've had.

Eye @ BOLAS members

"Greetings, victors. It was a pleasure to find out you chose to remain here, within my domain. This island, it awoke a sadistic desire within each of you, didn't it? You saw how that vermin you once considered your friends turned on you.

How they hurt you, tortured you, made you experience death at their hands over and over and over again. But I can tell, none of you desire to be masochists. And I would be bored of torturing you that same way again.

Do you hate those people? Do you hate how they made you powerless? How they kept taking and taking like greedy rats? You will never be above me, but you can be above that vermin. You have teeth, a blade, any weapon you may desire. You have a rage that must be felt by those below you. Those that hurt you. Those that might hurt you.

There are new contestants. Many new, some old. Go on.

Kill them. Tear them apart, make them feel the pain you felt. Give them no chance to stand, to breathe. Break their spirits, until there is nothing left.

And relish in power you have over them."

[six-white-venus]

. . .

[elkian]

*after the court adjourns* "Pss! Hey! Just so you know, people like me can see through those."

"Oh goddammit. Thanks for letting me know."

*hands over business card* "Here, this person does more opaque illusions, and for cheap. That's how I held out until my doc finally approved my HRT."

"Thank you!"

The extra cones and rods in your eyes make it easy to identify fake photos and videos. One day when you’re testifying in court, you notice one of the jurors is “fake”

[thereseuwu]

I drew mee!! I forgor how to draw myself but yeaaaaaaaah (I really need to practice with my coloring, haha!)

[chronicowboy]

actually the worst writer feeling is not writer's block or no inspiration or just an exhaustion that you can't write through, it's when you have that itch to write but inspiration is juuuust out of reach like i can keep brushing my fingers against the corner of my next idea but i can't quite grab it

[moodbroads]

LF REQUESTS OF LIKE ANYTHING IM SO DRAINED OF IDEAS writing, doodles, bases, moodboards, pngart or whatever its called, game ratings?? maybe even animal ratings??? idek anymore i just wanna do smthin to get my mind busy

[elkian]

Listening to HG Wells' Time Machine on the way to work and there's something very moving about laughing aloud at words written literal centuries ago.

[riskyalt]

I'm rewatching some of these Ordem Paranormal room tours, and my brain is caught on q!Roier picking blood. It's the entity of extreme emotion and intensity making this is such a great look into q!Roier's inner physce in the sense that he's not innocent. He's not healed from q!Spreen and q!Quackity's betrayal. He says giving revenge 'poisons the soul' like when he was talking to Leo, but as himself he still wants it. q!Roier has always wanted to kill everyone on the island, it was his dream as he said himself, but now he just has too many friends to do so, and yet when he felt that burning anger deep inside, it is all he could think about.

His anger is like a flood, it builds and builds and builds until it all releases and it doesn't discriminate what it hits. Blood is effective against Knowledge because it beats the calm and reasoning that Knowledge has. It's a great look into how he was so unresponsive at the reveal that q!Cellbit was murdering the workers as he feels all those extreme emotions of hate, betrayal and pain towards the Federation that it contradicts q!Bagi's logic that not all the workers are at fault. Of course the extreme emotion of love and devotion towards q!Cellbit plays a major part in his choice to support his husband, which is another insight into just how much he feels.

[dashastoudenova]

I’ve been writing a lot recently, but all of it goes “в стол” (in the table). Basically that means I’m writing purely for myself. I intend to share the story I’m writing someday, but i like having no pressure to finish it, or to make it perfect. I just want it to exist.

(I’m writing about Centaurworld’s Nowhere King)

[elekinetic]

Elmax summer moodboard 💖💖

here u go!!

[shwoo]

Looks like Metazooa got an update a few days ago. It now has two annelids (earthworm and leech), and two myriapods (centipede and millipede), among other things. There's also now enough snakes that the puzzle no longer feels as much like it's about trying to think of every snake in existence until one finally comes up as a possibility. The amount of fish has improved, too.

But a few answers were also removed, for some reason. One of them was "lizard", which I'm in favour of, but the others included more specific stuff like brown crab and whale shark. Maybe whale shark was removed because its closest shared group in this system (Galeoidea) doesn't have a Wikipedia page? You can still get it to come up, though, because the remaining sharks are all in it.

Also, they removed two birds, and added zero. Maybe because the classification they're using splits Neognathae, the clade that most modern birds are in, into twenty-eight direct subgroups? The game only has birds from eleven of those (twelve before the current changes), but that's still enough to justify using a hint if it's not a passerine or fowl.

This game is a cool idea, which is why I just spent so much time rambling about some fairly minor changes, but I still think it could use a lot of improvement.

Actually, here's a probably full list of what was added and removed, just in case anyone else cares! I got the names from the page source, which lists them so they can pop up as suggestion. I had a list to compare from for reasons. In total, unless I missed something, there were thirty-two additions, and eight removals.

Added: Earthworm (annelid) Leech (annelid) Mussel (bivalve) Nautilus (cephalapod) Giant octopus (cephalapod) Bigfin squid (cephalopod) Centipede (myriapod) Millipede (myriapod) Barnacle (crustracean) Pillbug (crustacean) Mantis shrimp (crustacean) Prawn (crustacean) Mayfly (insect) Hercules beetle (insect) Sea cucumber (echinoderm) Sand dollar (echinoderm) Goblin shark (cartilaginous fish) Tiger shark (cartilaginous fish) Tuna (ray-finned fish) Guppy (ray-finned fish) Anglerfish (ray-finned fish) Boa constrictor (lepidosauran reptile) Rattlesnake (lepidosauran reptile) Viper (lepidosauran reptile) King cobra (lepidosauran reptile) Tortoise (archelosaurian reptile) Snapping turtle (archelosaurian reptile) Caiman (archelosaurian reptile) Opossum (mammal) Possum (mammal) Chipmunk (mammal) Moose (mammal) Yak (mammal)

Removed: Brown crab (crustacean) Shrimp (crustracean) Whale shark (cartilaginous fish) Lizard (lepidosauran reptile) Albatross (bird) Rockhopper penguin (bird) Naked mole-rat (mammal) Snow leopard (mammal)

[kandlewick]

(written by my friend acky) wrote a lil something for prospective harvesting 2 event with my twst oc Elk hehe

It was an invitation that should have been seen by Elk Bentham’s eyes; not those of their Dorm’s head. Yet here the pair stood on the Rosenfluch doorstep, knocking on the door. This was far worse than when they’d brought Jamil. 

“Adam, you invited Malleus? I’m relieved you two are finally friends,” Elk said, demonstrating that clearly something went wrong with Adam sending mail by post instead of making the hike across campus. In that moment he could at least understand why most opted for personal phones and text messages. 

Spending a week with Malleus in his home sounded like a nightmare. But Adam also felt a strange swell of pride for his real friend being proud of him; he knew they’d be equally disappointed if he just rejected that fae outright. He ought to try to formulate a way to let him down easily. “Well, I hadn’t anticipated it, honestly. It was more of an open invitation to you, Draconia could come as well. Though I’m sure he has much more important duties to attend to in Briar Valley.”

The fae grinned in a disgustingly smug manner. Adam desperately wished he had a broom near the door just so he could swat the princeling away. “I should have no such engagements, Dorenglas.”

“Ah. Great.”

The housewarden of Rosenfluch envisioned being able to bury his fellow housewarden in the rose garden and leave him there for the following week. But frankly, it’d probably be useless considering his magic. Maybe Adam himself could let a bookshelf fall on him in the dorm library and claim full-time recovery at home, though he did still wish he could bring Elk along. “You’re frowning again, Adam. It’s your head bothering you?”

Despite being unquestionably the smallest person at the entrance, they reached up and patted his head. The relief was instant, albeit not an actually curse related headache. Fae-related, though, that was another story… “I’m alright.” He gave them a smile, though it felt forced through a sieve of annoyance. 

It would have been nice to show one of his first genuine friends his hometown on their own! Especially considering how lonesome they felt after that recent school trip, showing them that family could be more than who one was related to would have been nice. But now he has to cater to a big, stupid magic lizard too. “Don’t grind your teeth, that’s no good for them.”

“Sorry.” Unclenching his jaw felt  like a monumentous task, though. 

“…was I not intentionally invited?” The fae finally seemed to have gotten the hint. If he uninvited himself, it’d kill two birds with one stone. 

But in that moment he realized it wasn’t just the fae who was distressed in that moment. His friend’s sadness matched their housewarden’s, and that’s when he finally realized the pair hadn’t just arrived on his doorstep, but had done so hand-in-hand. How could he forget the numerous times Elk had gushed about how cute and charming they found their housewarden? How they wanted to get closer to him, but they were never sure of how welcome they were with all his associates around? That at times they felt the same as any other member of their house, unable to approach the fae’s rising star?

Yet now they were finally a little closer. And if they went on a trip with Adam, surely they could close the gap between them. 

Damn his romantic heart. 

“It was an open invitation. You’re as welcome to come as Elk is.” Even as he said it, he felt like his tongue was going to dive down his own throat and choke him. His friend had the worst taste in men, himself included. 

The princeling’s face morphed into a look of shock, then glee. He even (though unconsciously, perhaps) squeezed Elk’s hand. “Wonderful. Then I shall pack for this upcoming trek.”

His friend owed him and then some. Perhaps he could privately request them to come along on some weekends. Even if in this moment he was quite sure he’d be seeing much more Malleus Draconia.

[beliscary]

magical amnesia is taking me so long to write bc I have to schedule time to point and laugh at them