#especially if he's still an alien hybrid

[somerocky-dork]

He almost seems similar to cannon shadow in a way! He was created to help Maria

(This is me going out on a limb), but depending on her sickness symptoms, can shadow possibly sense them? Maybe being trained to help or detect it before it becomes a problem? Since his senses are off the charts

How does the human/mobian relationship work in the Service Animal AU? I kinda understand it but I would love to know more

So as far as normal humans and Mobians, things are equal…generally speaking. They’ve lived together for hundreds of years, and accommodations everywhere in public are made for both humans and Mobians of all shapes and sizes. Mobians also tend to wear more clothing in this au, after so much time living in close proximity to humans.

However, to little surprise, there’s still very popular sentiment that Mobians are still somewhat lesser. If not in intelligence, then they’re often equated to animals, or simply being ‘a step above animals.’ It’s not something that impacts law or equal treatment in this au, but it IS firm grounds for Mobians giving Shadow very disturbed or sometimes outright nasty looks for what he does.

Shadow is used to this, of course. He’s mastered the art of discretion; of becoming invisible. He doesn’t care what others think, but it tends to bother Maria more so. She can stand up to other humans easily enough, a firm “Please don’t do that,” when they try and touch or talk to Shadow, or correcting them when they insinuate he’s ‘owned’ by her. Or even worse, the questions of “How did you get a service Mobian/how can I get one too?” All of it implicating their real view on Mobians. Other Mobians, though, it’s harder to try and dissuade them. She can’t stop and lecture every single person they come across in public who gives an odd look, and besides which, Maria knows what they look like. She’s aware that Shadow seems servile to her, even if he is perfectly capable and encouraged by her to act independently.

All in all, a pretty complicated world dynamic here! Sonic himself seems blissfully oblivious to much of this. He doesn’t let outward opinion affect how he lives his life, or how he interacts with Shadow. His presence actually helps when the three of them go out together. Shadow’s position of service is a lot more obvious when it’s just him and Maria, but with Sonic as a buffer, they’re more easily looked over as any other group of friends.

[diejager]

begging for more monster 141🙏🙏🙏

hear me out- reader is a host to venom but has it hidden and they find out maybe…?

(i got hyper fixated on blue’s au and SCOURING the internet💀)

What if… Hunter was Venom?

Pairing: Monster Task Force 141 + König & Horangi x venom reader

Cw: blood and gore, canon typical violence, head eating, gaslighting by Hunter, injury, fighting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.4k

Only Human masterlist

Sometimes, they’d find you mumbling to yourself, voice so low that, unless they were a hybrid or had impeccable hearing, they wouldn’t be able to hear it. It was a ne’er silent whisper of harsh words or soft coos towards a being they couldn’t see. Were you talking to someone on your headset? Were you wearing EarPods to talk to someone? Or had you lost some screws in your mind after working with them for so long? None of them truly knew, but they wouldn’t bother you with it when you never bothered them with pesky questions that sounded insulting to them. After all, why would they bother their adorably useful and resourceful medic? You were the beating heart of the Task Force, you made it whole and functioning. Yet, they couldn’t stop the curiosity that festered in their mind, the need to know what made you talk to yourself, mumbling and cursing when you were alone. 

Nothing seemed out of order, you were still strong-headed and scolding them like you did the day before, mumbling about Soap’s recklessness and Gaz’s impending fate of falling out of airborne vehicles. About Price’s habit of working too hard, pushing his already pained body to work. Pulling Ghost by the - bloody and soiled - sleeve to your infirmary with a deep frown and eyes glinting with the promise of retribution for the hybrid that hid whatever ailed him from you; you were the medic for Pete’s sake! It was your duty to watch over them. Hounding Alejandro for his medical check after a deployment because, as handsome and dependable as he was, he liked hiding his wounds. Running after Rudy for his checkups while he was limping or trying to avoid you. Calling after Horanji for his share of the affection, needle, scalpel, bandage and all, he needed and deserved all the others received. Or sitting beside König, reminiscing about your early days, where taking care of your patients was as easy as taking care of König was, grateful and pliant, showering you with love and adoration before, during and after the procedures. 

You had your plate full with them, so it’d be unheard of if you had time to care for others. You might’ve been a medic on base, but your priorities and loyalties lay with them, with Task Force 141 and its allies. However being a - their - medic, didn’t mean you were free from any pain, fear or quirkiness as they were. You were as weird and as awful as every single one of them was, wearing it pridefully on your chest when you stood with them; even if you were wholly human - or you were supposed to.

Ghost caught fleeting moments where a dark mass would move around you, a glistening blob of marble-like texture with silver rivers running across it. It was near impossible to see it when it would disappear once it felt - even the slightest indication - the presence of another living being, like an illusion of trick of the light. That’s what you told them, it was simply a trick of the light or something because you didn’t know anything about an ugly blob. It was told slowly and persuasively with a wince once the words “ugly blob” left your mouth, a pained grimace as if something was grating your ears or claws were digging into your mind. When he brought it up with Gaz - who had impeccable eye-sight, the harpy would agree, spewing words about it having a menacing face with wide, pointed eyes and a mouth full of teeth. Big and sharp teeth that seemed alien-like. It couldn’t have been the trick of the light, especially since both of them saw the same thing. They asked you once more, together this time, but you’d reassured them that they were both tired when they’d seen this blob. You were tired and sometimes saw moving forms from the corner of your eyes too, so it might’ve been hysteria - collective hysteria.

Soap, if he tried hard enough, would sometimes hear a deep voice echo around you. It wasn’t something disturbingly deep, or annoyingly alien, it was pleasingly deep with a smooth undertone to its growls. It would send chills up his spine when he heard it, but he would always catch your voice talking back to it. He’d hear hisses and curses, some more unusual and others more normal: “I can’t eat my teammates!”, “I told you no!”, “Stop eating heads! People will catch on!” or “Can you shut up?” and “I can’t concentrate with you screaming my head off!” Soap, knowing how good Alejandro’s hearing was, asked if the Mexican had heard you speak with an unknown voice, specifically a male voice. A few muffled conversations between you and an unknown man and sometimes one-sided, but, simply put, Alejandro had witnessed the same occasions as the Scot had. It wasn’t unusual to talk to yourself, would it? Soap liked to boost his own morale with confident words and flattering compliments to himself. Alejandro wasn’t a stranger to mumbling to himself either, cursing his choice in life and how he ended up with his - lovable - problem-causing band of vagabonds.

If you weren’t careful or unintentionally careless, there would be a distinct odour clinging to your skin. It would be strong and pungent, the smell fresh and metallic-like. König knew it well, he craved as much as he wanted to bathe in it, the sweet smell of blood. How could he not recognize the faintest whiff of blood when it often drove him mad with bloodlust and the uncontrollable need to fall into a daze of primal hunger? It stuck to you like a second layer of skin, thin and always present. It sewed into the fundamentals of your scent, the tinge of iron mixed into the sweet, syrupy musk. It drove him mad with need, thirsting for the thing that made you smell so delicious. It clung to you as if you bathed in blood, drinking and devouring it, yet your skin was clean, with no speck of red under your nails, on your skin or between your teeth. In a worry, he went to Price, The Captain had the most knowledge about you and König could trust him to take good care of him, being a dragon. He expected the Brit to know something, even the slightest change, but Price hadn’t caught anything odd about you. Perhaps it clung to you because of your closeness to him, Percht hybrids - although rare - were ferociously unpredictable and ravenously bloodthirsty.

Rudy was the more human of them, so he caught on to the changes in behaviours and habits of others easily. You’d act odd at times, shoulders slightly tense and back slumped inward, body tired but unable to relax. He wanted to help, he proposed, but you’d turned him down, telling him you were fine, that you were just restless from being off duty for so long or for being worked to the bone. He would also catch you subtly avoiding them without ringing any bells, seeming occupied with other things while whispering under your breath; your slower reactions to their banter and the darker bags under your eyes, wearing that dazed and blank look in them while you sat with them; or the strong growl of your stomach and the slight rubbing of your stomach, soothing an ache that rooted so deeply in your abdomen. He worried, often, if he was honest. Even Horangi, a man oblivious to most cues and behaviours in humans, saw the subtle change in your behaviour when you acted odd. He pointed out the rings under your eyes, your fatigued and distracted mind, and your lip-gnawing hunger. For a hybrid that had so much difficulty grasping and understanding humans, he caught on to your change abnormally quickly, even with the excessive chocolate consumption.

They were all suspicious and you, their sweet and convincing medic, had them doubting what they saw, your gaslighting working on them as easily as a child bribed with candy. It didn’t make you feel less guilty or disappointed in yourself, but you weren’t sure how they’d react to him, not being human or a monster. He was a creature out of the pages of a sci-fi novel, a creation of the human mind and imagination. Venom was an alien, something from outer space. You were convincing until you couldn’t anymore.

Let me take over, the soothing voice uttered to you, calling out your name in a concerned tone. Let me protect you.

You were compromised, the enemy had tapped into your line, listening in on your conversations and movements. That’s how they were able to separate most of you, to turn the squad of nine operators down to four smaller teams, all on the run and trying to stick to the shadows without calling to the others through the comms. You were crouched over Gaz, whispering sweet nothings to the hissing man. You soothed his ache, hand and mind strained on the bleeding wound on his forearm, his beautiful, bronze skin stained with crimson in the hot and humid air of Columbia. 

Blood rolled down his tense arm, over his round muscle and sweaty skin, it was a clean graze, the blunt head of the bullet grazing his arm deep enough for it to bleed but shallow enough for it not to leave him incapacitated with blood loss. It was a ray of light in your dreadful situation. You had his wound cleaned and wrapped up, congratulating him for pushing through and helping him up. You cursed the enemy, wondering how the low-stake in-and-out ops suddenly turned out to be an extremely high-stake one with minimal possibility of reaching the evacuation point. 

“C’mon Gaz, we need to move,” you whispered to him, holding your rifle closely to your chest while you walked around the shadows of Guaitarilla’s back alley and dark corners. “We need to regroup at the evacuation point.”

“Yeah, good plan,” he nodded, following your lead even though he was higher-ranked than you, but in such situations, survival was the priority. 

You stuck to alleys, using the shadows to hide from the patrolling cartel that had the town surrounded, it nearly baffled you with the speed of their defences and counter-attack if you hadn’t heard of Las Almas’ attack from El Sin Nombre and The Shadows from you teammates. Although you couldn’t admire them, you could respect their skills and ability, you only wished it was for you rather than against you. 

While you watched ahead, Gaz had your back, peering around the corner before giving him the green to move. It was a rotation between who went first and who looked back, but you made it work with only you both. You were so careful, yet it somehow wasn’t enough, someone had noticed you and it sent you and Gaz rushing for cover, to escape the group of dispatched cartel members. It was stupid, running without looking where you were heading towards. It was stupid to let the enemy tap into your comms. It was stupid, the situation you got yourself into. 

You were backed into a corner, Gaz standing before you like a protective shield between you and the enemy, his rifle pointed toward the quickly advancing group. You wanted to protest about him using his wings to cover you, his wide, brown feathers expanded to hide you from those men. He was already hurt from pulling you away from harm, but he was now standing protectively before you. You couldn’t let him get hurt because of you, not anymore. 

Little One, his voice rang once more in your head, the reassuring pressure of his presence in your body calming you down by an inch. Let me take over.

If you let him take control of your body, it would ensure your and Gaz’s safety, then you could reach the others that you’d lost in the chaos of the battle. While you wore the combat medic’s patch proudly, your prior training before taking up your 16 weeks of medical training wasn't lost to you. You remembered how to aim and shoot, how to snipe an enemy from afar and protect your teammates from whatever danger you faced. None were lost to you, and you’d use every bit of training you had to protect them, whether it was as yourself or with Venom’s help. Venom’s help was undoubtedly useful, and right now, you needed him.

“Please, Venom,” you spoke aloud, your soft voice carrying through the blocked alley. 

“Who-” Gaz asked, confusion laced his tone, the question left unspoken as Venom’s deep, rattling voice boomed across the tight space.

“We are Venom, flesh bag,” he growled, body crouching down, not dissimilar to a feline laying prone while it waited for the right moment to attack, and pounced at the men.

Don’t call Gaz flesh bag, Venom, you whined, your voice echoing in your shared subspace of your mind.

“If that is what you wish.”

His heavy mass landed on a man, pushing him to the ground with a loud crack. You imagined that Venom either broke his back or a few of the Colombian’s ribs, it was sickeningly delightful, the sadistic pleasure from Venom sent you reading with mirth. His hands stretched to abnormal lengths to swing at the enemies with practised ease and familiarity. Whether they’d die from blunt force trauma from Venom’s strength or live with a concussion, none mattered to him, hunger raked his being, the throb aching in the back of his mind. It was a moment where he was let loose, where you wouldn’t need to gorge on an extreme amount of chocolate to keep him fed. This would keep him satisfied for a few weeks. 

Venom pulled the first two in, his jaw widening to clamp down on their neck. Gaz saw the dangerous gleam of Venom’s teeth, rows of pristine and immaculate teeth the size of a finger bled the man’s head red in a single bite. He shivered at the decapitated body that fell from your monster’s hand as he went for the second and third Colombian. He made a show of viciousness and raw, unadulterated bloodthirst with his eating. Fortunately, apart from the bloody mess and dead bodies, Venom was a relatively neat eater, licking his teeth clean from the red stains with a long, slimy tongue. Gaz couldn’t shake how your monster made him apprehensive, his body flinching and trembling at the greater being.

“Let’s go, The Little One wants to rescue the others,” Venom’s grating voice shook Gaz out of his stupor.

“Hu-Hunter’s there?”

Venom nodded, his mass retreating into your body, the mass melting into you like a second skin. It was as if Venom was never there, as if it was all his delusional imagination. Gaz rushed to you, his hands grabbing hold of you as he shook you in his grasp, he cursed in worry, concern lacing every word he spewed in a tornado of fear, curiosity and confusion. His soft feathered wings cradled you, casting a protective shadow over you as you hid in the darkness of the alley. 

“Gaz, we have to go,” you murmured to him, your voice soft and reassuring, trying to help him walk off the edge you were pushed to. You both were safe for now, the cartel that had followed you all laid dead without their heads in a thick puddle of their viscera. “We have to find the others.”

He let out a shaky sign, his head nodding in affirmation at your comforting words. He loved that about you, that ability to heal and mend their ache and anguish with a smile and sweet words. Then, pairing your softness with your stubborn viciousness made you a gem within the military, a one-in-a-million for them. Yet, all that clouded his mind were questions, about your safety, about that monster that melted into you, about what kind or what it was. Gaz had so many questions that he’d push back for the greater good of rescuing the rest of the Task Force, he’d hound you for answers later when everyone was back together. 

When Venom resurfaced, retaking control of your shared body, he’d reassured you that he knew where they were, his body being hyper-aware of the things that made you smile and laugh. You were his host and his joy. It was an easier job than the two of you - you and Gaz - had expected, Venom’s claws digging into the buildings as he scaled the walls to reach the roof. From then, he pulled nothing back, rushing forward with the same enthusiasm as König had when he led first, and leaped, the muscles of his legs pushing him high across the buildings with Gaz flying beside him. 

Venom had made quick work of the situation, his body invulnerable to anything but loud sounds and fire, which none had since it was a rainy night. You found Horangi and Alejandro first, Venom doing what he knew best: protecting you, in relation, what you loved too, and feeding on human heads, the chemicals in the human brains nurturing him. Alejandro and Horangi were naturally confused and distrustful of Venom, but you had Gaz to smooth things over, and knowing that Venom’s way of speaking was curt and up-to-point - annoyingly blunt - it made your body soar with relief. They, albeit confused and curious, followed you from the ground as Venom cleared a path to the next ones.

Price, Rudy and Soap were the biggest team from your unexpected separation. They jumped at Venom’s appearance, Soap throwing threats at him when he took a step towards them. That was expected, Venom - even being the symbiote you were hosting - was a stranger to them and Soap reacted according to his instincts. That blaring, red light that signalled his brain to send his body on complete guard about the danger, Venom couldn’t escape a werewolf’s keen situational awareness. You’d taken the initiative to calm them down, seeing as everyone was already down,  the enemy loaded with bullets and dying in a pool of their blood. You kept the explanation short and simple, giving them the important points before promising to tell Price everything he wanted to know after you found Ghost and König.

Those two were harder to find, forcing Venom to extend himself to sense the slightest presence of either man. It couldn't be easier that Ghost was a wraith, being able to disappear and appear at will and that König knew very well how to hide, perhaps as well as Ghost could. When Venom found them, Ghost shot first, “shoot first, questions later” seemed to lead his decisions with König not far behind him. He brought his arms forward to protect himself and you, hidden within his mass. Venom growled but didn’t attack them, hissing the words you spoke to him to them. It was a simple quote that you’d shared with them in situations where they needed to find you between the hostages or under disguise. 

Like calls to like.

It was simple, but telling. They stopped the moment Venom uttered them, knowing well you were inside Venom, Gaz landing before him and the others steadily arriving behind the two. Task Force 141 was finally complete, from the most humane to the most chaotic hybrid, some were hurt, grazed, protrusions, and stabbed, but all were alive. You were glad, you were really, really happy that everyone was safe and alive.

Seated in the Razor, the silence and tension were thick within the cargo hold, Horangi and Gaz framing your sides with Price taking the seat across from you. You could see the stress and tension rolling off his shoulder after treating everyone, his brows furrowed and a frown curled his lips under his beard. Beside him was Alejandro and Ghost, both - like everyone else - wearing a confused and disgruntled expression on their face, their eyes gleaming with questions left unsaid. You’d left them wondering if their minds were playing tricks on them, if they were seeing things, if they were imagining things and if they were losing their minds. You understood the anger, but you had your reasons to hide Venom’s existence.  

Price crossed his arms, legs spread wide as he leaned back, his head tipped back with an inquisitively serious look. He raised a brow at you, waiting to see if you could prove your case or if you had anything to add before he started. With nothing to say, you bit your bottom lip, your shoulders screwed with anxiety and fear. You didn’t know what to expect now that your well-kept secret was out. 

“We have a lot to talk about, Hunter.”

“I know, Captain.”

Better sooner than later, leaving it to fester and grow would be bad for the TF’s morale and relations. 

Taglist:  @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover @distracteddragoness

[suzukiblu]

My fic for @dpxdcbigbang is officially live, with delightfully fitting art from @numinous-scribe, hahaha. Entirely unsurprisingly, it involves clone issues and Data EnKrypton and both Tucker and Kon being their own hyper-specific brands of ridiculous.

things that are fun to believe in: ghosts. aliens. magic. yourself!! It’s not like the world is spilling over with clones, is the thing; especially not genetically stable super-powered hybrid clones with– Wait, Tucker thinks, and lifts his head to stare blankly at the poster on his bedroom wall. Well, there’s a lot of posters on all of his bedroom walls, admittedly, but a specific poster on a specific wall.  “You’re a genetically stable super-powered hybrid clone,” Tucker says to his poster, still staring at the digitally-rendered face of a teen idol superhero. Superboy continues to grin cockily at him, because he’s a special edition poster and obviously isn’t gonna stop doing that.  Tucker, very slowly, reaches for his phone and types something into Bing after all.

[tiffanys-aus-and-headcanons]

Terrible Visions

A scrambled timeline is a timeline that has proceeded much like ours, except that some particular facet has been mixed up all over the place. For example, in the scrambled timeline we will consider today, our world's fictional stories have been told by different people, and in different ways.

Bryan Lee O'Malley, in this alternate timeline, is best known as the cartoonist responsible for Homestuck, a popular comic series about a group of children who become embroiled in a cosmic-scale video game known as Sburb. Although Homestuck is probably most often associated with the cult classic Edgar Wright-directed film adaptation released in 2016, the comics themselves are highly-regarded, and the film brought a new audience to them. Netflix has commissioned an animated continuation, The Homestuck Epilogues, which is due to be released soon.

Andrew Hussie, on the other hand, is a figure you're likelier to know if you're overly online. His "MS Paint Adventures" series - most notably including Scott Pilgrim Vs The World, which is kind of like Homestuck but weirder and hornier - have firmly remained a fixture of obsessive Twitter fandom culture. It doesn't help that the best-known iteration, Scott Pilgrim Vs The World, is infamous for stretching thousands of pages of meandering digressions out of a simple and focused narrative starting point. Scott Pilgrim fans have developed something of a toxic reputation, which is not entirely deserved - although of course Knives discourse is interminable, and back in the fandom's heyday there were reportedly incidents of fans assaulting each other "for being evil exes".

Scott Pilgrim fandom was very big back in the day, though, and consequently it was a nexus for other creative figures who would go on to surpass Hussie. Perhaps foremost among these is indie developer Toby Fox. He was literally living in Hussie's basement when he produced ROSEQUARTZ, a universally-beloved retro Goonies-like RPG about a human hybrid boy born to a race of gem-based aliens. He's now developing an episodic spiritual successor, RAZORQUEST, with more overtly dark themes. It revolves around an inheritance dispute among a demon-summoning family.

Other foundational figures in this timeline's internet culture include Alison Bechdel, who helped get the webcomic scene started. Although she's now more seriously acclaimed for her personal memoirs, her gaming webcomic Press Start To Dyke, which premiered in 1998, was once everywhere. It had a broad appeal, and at its height, it was common to see even straight guys sharing pages from it. Time has not been especially kind to it, though, and at this point its main legacy is test.png, a meme spawned by one of the comic's most ill-advised pages.

Then there's John C. McCrae, more often known by his pseudonym Wildbow. A prolific and reclusive author of doorstopping "web serials" - long-form fiction published online - McCrae's best-known serial is still his first, Wind, a noir superhero story set in an alternate history where capes are mostly just a subculture of unpowered vigilantes. Wind landed in a culture already rife with comic book deconstructions, like Alan Moore's 2002 graphic novel Worm Turns, but it nonetheless managed to stand out from the pack with its extensive cast of characters and its themes of coordination problems and the end of the world. Later McCrae web serials include Part (the first "Otherverse" serial; an urban fantasy story about a couple who die in a car accident and find that they have become ghosts), Tear (a "biopunk" story set in a collapsing underwater city), Warn (the controversial Wind sequel), and Play (the second "Otherverse" serial, set in a small Indiana town that helps hide a psychic girl from the CIA).

Last and perhaps least, we should discuss J. K. Rowling. Far and away the most famous of any of these authors, Rowling's name is inseparable from the YA series that she debuted with, the Luz Noceda books, which remain her one successful work. Although it was heavily derivative of older fantasy novels - like Jill Murphy's Academy For Little Witches, or Philip Pullman's Methods Of Rationality trilogy - Luz Noceda was still a monumental and unprecedented success in the publishing industry, and the film adaptations were consistent blockbusters. The final book, Luz Noceda and the Watcher of Rain, contained some allusions to a romantic relationship between Luz and her recently-redeemed associate Amity. Rowling confirmed that this was her intent in subsequent interviews and indicated that she had fought her publishers for it; the film would then go on to escalate matters slightly further.

There have been many lengthy and heated online arguments as to whether the references in the book itself constitute text or mere subtext. Whatever your stance on this discourse, a new complication has been introduced recently: although she has put out no official statement on the matter as of yet, it has become quite apparent from Rowling's shrinking network of contacts and her conspicuous silences that she is certainly TERF-sympathetic, and likely an outright TERF herself. For many, this is leading to a critical reevaluation of the social values inherent in the Luz Noceda series; others, to say the least, are holding off on that kind of reappraisal.

Anyway, Scott Pilgrim just beat Luz Noceda in a Twitter poll for Most Gay Media, and people are piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed

[imagionationstation]

Something I was thinking about today:

The claim that Splinter “never feeds his sons human food” and they have to discover it upon reaching the surface is a curious one.

It makes sense given common information.

Let’s use our big brains. Reason out some more info.

Info like… Splinter must have looked up information about turtles before buying four baby turtles.

However, after getting turned into a rat and ending up a father to infants on the run from aliens, he probably never got the chance to go to the library or use the Internet to look up information on how to feed a half-human half-turtle hybrid baby.

(Not that the Internet had forums for that yet. Was the internet prevalent in 2012…?)

So he just. Fed them turtle food and hoped for the best.

(The Japanese are know for eating insects. And algae is commonly used in all kinds of their recipes. For Americans, it sounds crazy. For Splinter, it was just an adaption of his own diet in the hopes of providing his mutant children with safe, normal turtle food.)

By the time they were kids, they’d probably just gotten used to a routine. We really have no proof that algae and worms is bad for the turtles. Tastes yucky? Maybe. But humans eat plants and bugs too.

Splinter was likely just working with what he knew.

But I don’t think they only ever ate algea. Don’t get me wrong-

The theory is totally understandable. I was onboard for this claim for a while myself. Then, I rewatched Lone Rat and Cubs. (Bebés 🥰🥰)

And he definitely introduces them to foods.

I’m seeing noodles, gyoza, (bamboo stick?), and he also throws down something yellow that I can’t recognize. We also see him collecting bread for them and dangling food over the little piranha children.

He continues to collect products for them. Maybe not the healthiest because he’s literally raiding trashcans but… He’s trying.

And then we have some popcorn proof that he’s still introducing them to human foods when they’re kiddos, with Mikey happily snacking on some while they’re in the dojo.

During the series, we see very little new introductions to foods. They eat romen, icecream, popcorn, and drink milk, tea, and other human things without so much as batting an eye.

Ergo, they’ve had human foods. They’ve just never had pizza.

Why do they act like such goobers when introduced to pizza?

BECAUSE THEY’RE GOOBERS, YOUR HONOR!!!

Though- they actually act similarly when introduced to pizza gyoza.

They hesitate. And then something explodes with how tasty it is.

But because this list is far to short to be a proper analysis, there’s also the point to be made for the first episode where they have an entire kitchen set-up going around them.

And I’m no New York Subway expert, but do they normally have kitchens set up within them? Probably not.

Which means that Splinter (and/or his sons) must have set this up. Why set up pantries, a fridge, and a stove if you did not intend to house foods or make foods to cook on them?

After all, the food on the plates appear fresh and raw.

They have an algae pool for harvesting in the lab. Why would they need to create an entire kitchen set-up simply to prepare them?

Also, they know how to use chopsticks for big and small foods. If they’d spent their entire lives eating small foods, it would be a teenie bit difficult to change the method of picking up a fatter breading than a tiny greenery or worm. Especially with mutant hands.

But they don’t hesitate. As if they have picked up larger foods before.

Also, also, they know what a cake is. What it’s supposed to be made out of. Hence why Leo knows what “icing” is.

I’m not normally that excited to taste something that I’ve never tried before (unless someone is hyping me up). It feel implied that they have and that’s why they’re disappointed that Mikey made one of not-cake substances and why Mikey looks like he has regrets.

Also, also, also- considering Splinter eats the algae and worms too, I don’t believe that he has the turtles on a purely algae based diet because he’d have to stick himself on one too. Man’s not a fan.

And he knows that other foods exist. So. Why would he?

In other words, my favorite analogy:

I hate Spinach salad. My mother used to make us eat Spinach salad.

Were there better things to eat than Spinach? Yeah.

Did mom even listen to that point? Nope.

But was it still technically good for me so I was forced to stomach Spinach salad until I was old enough to design my own diet?

You betcha. And I hated every minute of it 👍

So, to end this, I have to say that while algea and worms could have been (at maximum) a common meal for the turtles, I don’t think it was their only meal option. I’m not necessarily saying it was the best idea or the tastiest meal for a birthday-type celebration, but the turtles definitely had outside food exposure.

Do with this knowledge what you will.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Acceptance

Sometimes, accepting that your past is yours is the hardest thing to do.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, dystopian AU, space/Sci-fi/cyberpunk-esque, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Violence, Drama, romance, adult, angst, potentially triggering content, mentions of prostitution, this one's a little heavy, Hurt and comfort

Length: uuuuh 3k-ish.

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Considering he knew that you'd figure it out sooner rather than later, he's honestly a little surprised how much this is bothering him. Even years after everything happened, after all the work he's put into becoming more than just his past, it's still haunting him everywhere he goes.

Jungkook wanted to stay alone by pure choice. He doesn't want to give into some primal urges and get lost in it, to the point of morals and worth being thrown out the window. He knows that his kind- or at least, the kind his father cursed upon him with his partial genes- doesn't value emotional connections as much as other beings of the galaxy do. But still.

What that man did was unforgivable.

Jungkook doesn't remember his mother. He's sure he never met her- or maybe only as an infant, making him forget what she looked like. What he does know is that feeling of coldness he always received from his father- someone who should've raised him, or at least let the rest of the crew raise him. But that man would not let anyone care for him- Jungkook had to basically fight for his place, a place that wasn't even existing in the first place.

Nothing he could do would ever prove his worth to that man, because that man saw him as nothing but an accident. Something that should not have happened.

She was a great mother. Still is, even if Jungkook doesn't visit her much. She respects him, and his personal decisions- and that's more than he could ever ask for.

So, at the age of barely fourteen, he left the ship- with a bag of clothes and a bit of money from a crewmember, left alone on a planet near Cryon, where he met Seokjin and his mother. The young hybrid had instantly taken a liking to him, and after his mother learned of Jungkook's situation, she took him in- and willingly took on the role of a parental figure, no matter how much people looked at her oddly for her now two children that looked nothing like her.

But she cared for him.

For a long time, Jungkook had found comfort in his lifestyle. He wouldn't hurt anyone ever like he'd been hurt before, because he never attached himself to anyone or anything past friendliness. Jimin was an exception- but even he doesn't really get past his shell, never able to catch a glimpse of his heart.

And then came you.

You're nothing special. Just like his mother, you're a simple human being, cast aside with nowhere to go. And maybe that's why he wanted to shoot you so badly when he first saw you- because he took so much pity on you, that he felt like he'd be a worse person to let you live instead of giving you an end to your suffering. Humans are seen as nothing but greedy little parasites- they take and take and take and fight for nothing but their own self-worth.

And then you opened up. Every day you spent with him seemed to fuel your soul once more, charging up your will to live as you stopped trying to make him discard you at any given chance. And suddenly, he no longer saw the same victim as his mother once was in you- he saw someone. You're no longer just a being worth pity- you're you.

And he started to actually enjoy your company.

Especially after doing something like you did back with the vendor- you've proven yourself as someone that can and will decide what she wants to do. You didn't have to do this for him, and you know it, he knows that you know it. And he also knows that you didn't do it for him anyways, even if you think you did. Because you're basically defending your place in his life- on his ship.

And that's what scares him. That's what made him react like he did, yesterday.

You're not so easy to push around any longer. You're no longer someone who will just do as he says, and he wants that for you- you deserve your autonomy, you deserve to be able to make these decisions. But those things always come with a price.

And yes- maybe he's scared of you.

Because the longer you stay, the closer you get, the more it'll bug him or even hurt when you decide to move on from him. For years, Jungkook has feared hurting others- when in reality, he just got tired of being the one getting hurt. And now, with you in his life, it's already happening- because just sneaking a small glimpse at the security camera of your room shows you just quietly sitting on your bed, hugging your knees, waiting, thinking. And it hurts. He doesn't want you to be locked up like that. He wants you here, where he can see you, where you can talk, and where he can watch you knit your stupid little ball-shaped animals that you've hung everywhere at this point.

He likes them. Because they prove that you're actually here, that you're alive with him, and that you're not just wishful thinking.

His thumb runs over the little crooked horn of the goat you've knitted, that he's taken for himself now as it's attached to his keychain. He's been unkind and most of all unreasonable- but he doesn't know what to do now. You clearly want to stay, and it's also pretty obvious that you've found somewhat of an interest in him- and that terrifies him.

Because what if he does end up like him? What if he does fall into the same habits and behaviors as he did?

And how can he not, when you're already infesting his mind, without even doing anything at all?

He's forever branded as the 'accidental' son of a slave trader, a mistake that shouldn't have happened to begin with, and cost someone their life. He's no one you should associate with, let alone get involved with. You don't know who he is, what he is, and what kind of stigma he carries around. You've got no idea who you're currently traveling with, and maybe he needs to force you to face it.

Maybe if he shows you who he really is, you'll finally let him go.

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You're not too sure why you're so unable to just wait things out. He's clearly gotten upset yesterday, after you mentioned that you knew that he was partially human- but why?

There's no way he despises the entire human race- because he has been quite kind to you, even though he didn't have to be. Even his proposal of letting you stay with Seokjin instead of having to 'wait out' his whole… situation, was one of kindness. He could've just told you to stay in your room, but instead, he thought of a more comfortable alternative for you, despite the trouble of traveling and time cost.

So why did that rub him so wrongly when you mentioned it?

There's not much time to think about that however, as the door hisses open- causing you to hide under the blanket you previously had over your shoulders in a panic, the reaction almost instinctual. You can only feel the bed dip a little under his weight as he sits down on the edge of it, and when you peek out, you can see that he's not even looking at you. Instead, his hands are holding his keychain with your knitted little goat attached- fingers playing around with it in a nervous manner.

"My mother was a prostitute." He starts, voice low and without much emotion to it. "My father… enjoyed her services so much, that he bought her." He explains, and you slowly sit up, blanket falling from your head to rest on your shoulders instead. "Chances of.. pregnancy were low- considering she was human, and my father was not." Jungkook says, while you just watch him, not moving much.

"But it happened anyways."

You're watching him, staying right where you are- his back still turned towards you, while he continues to occupy himself with the little yarn toy you made. "I don't remember her. I only know that she died, at some point." He shrugs to himself. "Not like it matters. Neither of them thought of me as something other than an accident." He scoffs, and you feel the need to comfort him-

but you don't know how.

"So.. that's why you hate your human side?" You wonder, but he shakes his head.

"I don't hate it." He denies. "I just.. hate being reminded of what I am, I guess." Jungkook tries to explain. "I'm known as the son of a guy who knocked up a human prostitute. I'm a bastard who never lived up to his father's expectations." He growls mostly. "I'm nothing but a joke to most people who know my father. And you'll be nothing but a joke either, if you continue to travel with me." He turns towards you, looking over his shoulder at your knees- unable to quite face you fully.

"You're Jungkook." You say, and he freezes- before he slowly let's his eyes travel upwards to your face, eyes swirling colors, emotions unsure.

"..what?" He breathes out, genuinely unsure. He knows who he is. What the hell do you mean by that?

"You're Jungkook." You repeat, shrugging. "You're a shipcaptain. A vendor. Traveler." You start to count, and his irises start to change- slowly seemingly settling into a soft, warm hazel- timid, but appreciative almost.

Looking up the meanings of colors in your free time is really starting to pay off.

"You're not your father. Or your mother." You shake your head. "Neither will you be like your children, if you ever have some. I'm not like my parents either, and neither is anyone else." You explain. "We're all just in control of ourselves. The only life I have any control over is my own, and the only life you have control over is yours." You tell him, slowly moving a bit closer as he leans his head down to look at the floor again. "You can't change your past. You can't erase it either."

"So I'm just cursed with it." He scoffs at no one.

"Just as long as you don't accept it." You shrug next to him, your legs now dangling off the edge of the bed, bare feet swinging back and forth next to his boots which are firmly planted on the floor. "The moment you accept that that's a part of you, you can move on. Because you maybe can't change your past-" You say, bumping your shoulder into his side to lift the mood a little. "-but you can control your future."

"What's the point if no one cares about anything but that?" He argues, eyes a grim grey color. "It doesn't matter. I don't want you to be stuck with.. a label like that too." He shakes his head.

"I'm not like you though." You huff, crossing your arms, making him look at you. "I don't care."

"You don't care that people will think I'm just doing the same thing he did?" He challenges, looking at you with a fiery gaze. This is not going according to his plan. "You're telling me you don't give a shit about the fact that everyone who knows him, will see you and immediately think of you as nothing but a sex slave?" he argues, standing up to instead stand in front of you, hands pushing into the mattress right next to your thighs, face only inches from yours. "You don't get to lie to me and say that you don't care about that." He growls. "I don't accept you sitting here, trying to convince me that you won't mind being known as the human plaything of the bastard who couldn't even earn his spot in the crew of a slave trader." He growls.

"I don't mind." You answer, summoning all of your confidence not to flinch, even with his angry red gaze on you, noses almost touching.

"Why." He quietly sneers, clearly agitated. "How can you not care?!" He barks at you, and you do lean back a tiny bit at that- heart beating a bit faster from the sheer force of his emotions.

"If a tree falls down in the woods and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?" you ask, and it's almost comical how his eyes flash a surprised white, entire body flinching back in confusion. "It's a saying on earth." You explain. "If you don't take a picture of a sunset, was it really as pretty as you remember?" You ask, and he seems entirely caught off guard.

"I don't.. understand." He admits. You giggle.

"Me calling you a bird doesn't make you one." You explain with a smile. And that, seems to click with him, as he looks at you with what you can only describe as genuine surprise. As if he's never really.. thought about it like that.

And then, you lean forward- arms pulling him closer, as you rest your head against his shoulder, holding him for a good moment.

Something he simply lets happen, because you're right.

He is in control of his life.

"I'm scared of you." He confesses, and you're a bit surprised, letting go of him as he stands upright again, arms crossed, eyes a pinkish hue.

"huh?" You ask, unsure what he's talking about.

"I.. enjoy your company." He admits. "I want you to stay. But at the same time, I want you to stay away from me." He tells you.

"..why?" You wonder, his words not making any sense.

"Because you can hurt me." He explains. "Maybe not physically- but emotionally."

"…oh." You realize what he's talking about, and now it's you who's looking away. "I mean.. uh.. I mean you're really handsome, don't get me wrong! But-" You stammer, a little bashful now. And the worst thing is that now, he seems oddly confident again- as if that was all he needed to connect the dots that you're not the only one developing deeper interest in the other.

"Handsome, huh?" He comments, arms crossed, gaze playfully pink.

"I uh- yeah? But uhm.. I mean, you know.. we're kind of just starting to really talk, so.." You mumble, looking away now. What the hell? Since when are you this shy? And how have you not noticed him not even wearing his usual uniform jacket? Those tattoos fill up his entire arm-

"That we do." He nods, feeling oddly light now that he's.. talked about this, to anyone. "And I'd.. like to continue to talk to you." He offers, making you look up at him again.

And somehow, you can read the message he's actually trying to tell you, between the lines of those words.

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You're putting a bag on the free spot near his control station, causing him to look at you with a questioning gaze.

You've both agreed on a few rules now that you're staying during his.. well, mating season issue. One of them is to keep physical contact to a minimum, and other general rules are to leave him alone if he asks you to, or to take some time to wake up before walking into the command central- though you're not sure what that one's about. It's all stuff you can follow easily though- especially if it makes him more comfortable being around you. "what's this?" He wonders, opening the bag, finding multiple, small yarn animals inside.

"I'm being productive!" You exclaim proudly. "Maybe we could sell them at our next stop? I'm sure someone has like.. maybe a currency or two left over to pay for one of them." You propose, but much to your surprise, he seems rather conflicted over it, pulling one out to inspect. It's a mouse, black bead eyes staring at him. "You don't think so?" You wonder, and he shrugs.

"No, it's not that.." He mumbles. "But.. you don't have to earn money." He tells you.

"I know. But I want to." You explain yourself. "And, the ship is already full of them. We can sell those too-" You say, reaching for a short snake hanging from a screw slightly poking out the metal casing of the control screen, when he reaches out first, snatching it almost protectively away from you first.

"No-!" He barks, looking around with a sharp, cautiously yellow gaze. "…those can stay." He clears his throat, hanging the little knitted animal back where it was, adjusting it's position so it faces him. "We're not going to land anywhere within the next few weeks anyways. We'll fuel at outposts instead." He tries to justify.

"Jungkook.. we can't hoard all of them here." You giggle, and he looks to the side at that, clearly feeling called out.

"..I'm not hoarding them. I'm just saying you don't have to.. work, or anything like that." He argues back, trying to occupy himself with the control panel.

"I know. But, with the money I get from maybe selling them, I could buy more yarn or something." You shrug, sitting on one of the nearby server boxes.

"..what's wrong with me buying it for you?" He growls a bit offended, jaw clenched. You know this is probably just his hormones making him act like that, but it's still a little funny to tease him.

"Nothing!" You laugh. "I just wanna be independent. Earn my spot." You explain.

"You don't have to earn shit." He denies, tapping away on the touch panel in front of him. "...but I guess if you want to. Don't need my permission anyways." He huffs annoyed, making you laugh as you look at him almost pout to himself, trying to appear all busy when in reality, you know that the course he's flying is a safe route the autopilot has flown numerous times before.

"Hey Jungkook?" You ask, and he looks up at that, showing you his attention has been caught. "I like you." You say, and the look on his face is quite literally the most hilarious and wholesome thing you've ever seen -

Eyes wide open, round and filled with a shy blue, before it melts into pink, seconds until he closes them, and holds a hand in front of them to shield himself.

"Timeout, you demon!" He barks out, opening the main door for you. "Get out!" He yells, though it's clear that he doesn't mean it in an evil or genuinely upset manner.

Because even though you do as he says, laughing on your way to your room, he does later check in to make sure he's not actually mad at you- though it's rather sent as a text message on the control screen in your room, instead of spoken words.

Small steps, you think to yourself. Small steps.

[betweenlands]

sbk members species + respawn hcs

Viking -- "human." he's unsure how he respawns, and unknowingly this is because it's tied to something/someone that would really prefer to avoid detection.

Fix -- lumian. they just have innate respawn in some universes, wild right? it's fine, don't worry about it.

Fool -- was human at some point, probably, but is a little bit too god-touched to classify as that now. his god is actively trying to keep him alive.

Milkman -- nobody knows, but he's immortal by default of getting himself kicked out of every single afterlife in existence.

Kittrix -- sculky and might be an insect of some type (credit goes to @mallowbees for the latter). whenever she dies, a new Kittrix crawls out of the ground at her spawnpoint like a warden with her memory fully intact.

Trog -- don't ask. as for respawn, though, even if they hadn't done dark magic about that ages ago to make sure they'd never die, they effectively made the Skyblock world.

Ruby -- "human" as well. The Bearer Of The Curse. it's unclear as to if this curse is just immortality or if it's something else as well. some people who've stood near the point where zhe respawns have heard ticking clock noises...

Vintage -- human-adjacent, but a shapeshifter sometimes randomly have pointy ears or a unicorn horn or mantis mandibles or what have you. someone in her recent family history was probably fair folk. whatever afterlife she keeps getting sent to, they're suckers and are easily sweet-talked into letting her come back to life for free.

Leon -- just sort of a general anthro penguin situation (with maybe a little bit of endermite in there too). has too much chorus fruit in his system still and taking damage -- especially void damage -- will cause him to teleport, often several times at once. he usually drops all his stuff when this happens before ending up teleporting back home.

Josh -- a really fun guy. regrows. like a fungits. he's a mushroom.

Avid -- human, then ex-human (and largely made up of corpseplants), then a monkey. his boss won't let him die. whether this is a work benefit or a horrible drawback is entirely unclear.

Doovid -- was legitimately human prior to turning into a monkey. whenever he dies, time freezes, he sees an Instability detected. Player restored and game paused popup message out of the corner of his eyes, and then he resets back to where he woke up that morning with no stuff.

Kale -- pigy (potentially an alien, credit to @moxijunk for that one). has normal respawn, but goes full Gmod ragdoll when he dies before eventually fading and respawning. can't actually take Void deaths as he will loop back to the top of the skybox until he hits something solid, at which point he and his items vaporize on impact.

M1g -- lumian-enderdragon hybrid (credit to @autisticlalna for the former and @moxijunk for the latter). lumians do in fact have respawn in some universes; M1g specifically is here on assignment so he's been given respawn in order to blend in and maintain cover.

Marmalade -- human, still, something she's a little bit grumpy about because she thinks becoming a nonhuman would be pretty cool. whenever she dies the Void picks her up and oh so gently sets her back down at her spawnpoint with a pat on the head.

Teaish -- dryad, or at the very least a plant person. her fortune specifically said she was going to have a nice day and permadying would really ruin that :(

Anathra -- questionably human (he can see through the fourth wall, but also, he seems totally human otherwise). lags out heavily until he eventually restabilizes, erratically teleporting around and resetting his position several times in sort of a combination of Leon and Doovid's respawn styles. drops all his stuff during this process. (credit to @rubycowashere for this one)

Acorn -- tanuki (this seems to be a general consensus, idk who to credit) and also maybe fae (credit to @mallowbees). transforms into a leaf, and then a leaf on top of the Spruce island transforms into her. can't carry her inventory with her when doing this, though. (credit to @rubycowashere for this one as well)

Elffe -- some sort of Netherborn, although his exact species is unknown. regrows when he dies (it's very fleshy and a little bit gross).

Artemis -- human, but slightly to the left. weird portal-based respawn that will often evaporate her items while she's traveling. (credit to @fallow-foot for these)

[burningcheese-merchant]

do you think it was painful for abundance to be taken from burning spice by the witches, considering that he's the only virtue with his souljam embedded into his skin?

It's certainly possible. iirc, he actually is the only one whose Soul Jam is straight up *part of him*, as in embedded in his skin/flesh like you said. Everyone else's is simply part of their clothing or weaponry. Burning Spice decided to be extra for some reason lol.

Idk if you're familiar with Steven Universe, but the main character in that show also has a gemstone embedded in his skin (he's half-alien, the gem is where his bellybutton should be). It's portrayed as extremely horrific and traumatic when it's taken out of him during the series finale; he almost dies after losing it because it's a core part of his physical being, even just being a hybrid. I'm tempted to draw that comparison and think of Burning Spice in a similar way. I'm not sure if it would outright kill him (he was not BORN with the Soul Jam, it was given to him later in life), but I'm certain that losing it would at least gravely injure him. It does not help that it is right where his heart is lol.

(There's also the idea that Soul Jam wielders have a psychic connection with their Soul Jams, as evidenced by Hollyberry "talking" to hers during the princess contest arc. Assuming this is true for all of them, Beasts included, it's reasonable to imagine that disrupting this connection, especially so abruptly, would also cause some sort of harm; mental/psychological harm, if not physical.)

To answer your question a little better (because I'm worried nothing I said here actually helps you at all haha): with regards to when Burning Spice was first imprisoned, I'm actually not really sure. He still HAS it, you know? It's said that the original Soul Jams were split in two. Change became Destruction and Abundance, for example. It doesn't seem like the good witch that locked them away took the Soul Jams outright (WHICH SHE SHOULD HAVE, GRAVE MISTAKE), just... watered them down? Diluted them? Just cut them in half and tossed the other halves to the wind, to make the Beasts weaker. I'm sure being sapped of power, even if only some of it, was an unpleasant experience, though. (Maybe more so for Spice, because again. His Soul Jam is where his heart is. Troubling implications lol)

[love-triangles-au]

wow! What a big son! Can I find out more about him?

Lol, yeah, absolutely! We could probably use a dedicated Cuz post.

Cuz is Venuz's younger cousin and is actually a hybrid between Venuz's race (we've been calling them "Alabasters") and another venusian species called Fireballers, which is why he grows up to be so much bigger than Venuz (his anatomy is also a bit different; he has narrower teeth all around his mouth and some limited fire-breathing abilities). He was never given a name, so Venuz just took to calling him cuz, and, by the time he had become Gun God, they were kinda stuck with it. :P

If being immortal was hard enough to grapple with for an average joe, it's especially hard when you're just a kid. Immortals who haven't reached their race's physical prime continue to age until then, and so Cuz has only grown around eight years older over the past seventy years (when the story begins, he's about 13).

Consequentially, Cuz has always been ahead of his peers, and arguably ahead of Venuz, as well. He's rather smart and internalized very early on in life from their travels that mistakes can be deadly, so he tries to eliminate them whenever he can. Most assume all he's doing online is playing video games, but he actually spends a good chunk of his time making use of the archived Earth internet and researching whatever might be useful to know.

The downside to all this is that he's rather lonely. School came and went and, even when he got time to interact with his classmates, they just couldn't relate to one another anymore. Those with mental faculties closer to his aren't often able to get past the fact that he looks and sounds like a preteen, and it's not like he doesn't still have some kid tendencies, either, so he doesn't fit in with much of anybody and has grown discouraged from trying.

And, so, it's Wikipedia and Fortnite all day until he's old enough to be seen as an adult. On the bright side, he's gotten insanely good at his games of choice :P

From the moment he met Bill, he saw right through him. It hadn't been the first time someone had feigned interest in order to manipulate Venuz, and he got an especially bad vibe from this silver-tongued, emotionally volatile alien who both didn't seem to understand how his own body worked and held so much arrogance you'd think he thought himself a gift to the universe. Cuz knows that Venuz has been feeling lonely, too, so he's in a particularly susceptible mindframe for that.

And, likewise, Bill recognized that Cuz didn't trust him, meaning he had to go. He would attempt to steal away as much of Venuz's time as possible, but he underestimated how close they were, and his attitude towards Cuz would eventually become a big problem for his relationship with Venuz.

Will probably save most of the nuances and details on the aforementioned problem for the fic, but I can for sure say that he and Bill very much do not like each other, and Cuz likes even less that he has to constantly bear witness to this asshole slobbering all over his well-meaning cousin who deserves so much better :P

~ Mod Emily 🦇

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

As bummed as I was at the time of reading it, I'm actually glad that "Blue Moon" had kind of a "cliffhanger" ending. Now, I and everyone else who reads it can project whatever happy ending we want on to it. For example, Carlisle talks Bella into naming their kid something unique but not overwhelmingly stupid and they fall in love. Rosalie and Emmett manage to overcome their issues and eventually join Carlisle and Bella in Volterra because "we're a family, goddammit and we should be together!" The birth goes as well as can be expected and Bella doesn't leave the planet after turning. She, with help from her family, becomes a pretty good mom and Carlisle is an amazing dad. Alice and Jasper keep in contact at a distance because of the Volturi and go searching for other hybrids. Aro becomes the baby's weird uncle and tells the kid all of his weird, interesting stories. At Aro's insistence, Bella develops her power and lowers her shield for him temporarily, causing him to go searching for the nearest vampire therapist. Emmett, I imagine becomes friends with Felix and Demetri while Rosalie gets along with Renata surprisingly well. They both adore the kid and since this is a world where Rosalie works on her issues, she doesn't get weird and project onto the baby. Bella and Carlisle get to have (probably?) good sex with someone they actually love and have commitment ceremony instead of a traditional wedding that's just them and the coven with Aro officiating. Alice and Jasper bring back Nahuel and everyone is relieved to know that the weird alien baby that they love should be alright. Nahuel's sisters get saved, probably by a delegation of Felix and a few of the scary-looking guards intimidating Joham into letting them leave if they want and they go live with him and Huilen and don't get pimped out by their father. And since "Breaking Dawn" doesn't happen, Demetri hears about Benjamin and Tia from Carlisle and immediately heads down to Egypt to tell them that Chelsea didn't make him leave and that while Benjamin has an interesting power, he's not someone Aro is desperate to have. This leads to a TLTIC situation where Tia and Benjamin decide to leave with Demetri and he brings them back to Volterra. Tia befriends Heidi, Benjamin becomes the baby's cool cousin, and Demetri becomes a very confused but protective big brother to them both. The twins are disappointed that the baby's not a squid but enjoy spending time with it regardless. Edward probably goes full Edward and gets executed by Caius but everyone knew it was bound to happen so they just get closer instead of falling apart. Esme just goes to the Denali and ends up becoming their MomBot, which is probably the happiest ending she's going to get. Alice and Jasper break up but it's on good terms and they're still part of the family. Jasper leans on Carlisle the most to maintain the diet and Carlisle, in turn, becomes closer to Jasper as a brother than as a "father." Bella finally talks to both Rosalie and Jasper without Edward interfering and realizes that they both like her just fine and develops a good friendship with them both. Alice's visions are stunted so she's kind of forced to be an actual person and see her family as actual people. She ends up with mixed results but everyone appreciates that she's trying. Her friendship with Bella, especially, isn't the same but that's not a bad thing for either of them. I imagine she'd get along pretty well with Corin. Emmett changes the least but he does start defending Rosalie more (something that's actually in the story) and he decides to take his job as "fun uncle" very seriously. Obviously they can't do the high school thing even after the observation period is done but they have each other, a support system in Volterra if they need it, they can wear whatever clothes they want, and they all live decently ever after. Anyway, it's a really sweet story with potential for a happy ending that you don't usually give the characters and I really liked it.

Blue Moon

Thank you, anon

(Not sure how I feel about "I've decided I like your ending because you didn't get a chance to make it sad")

[suzukiblu]

disappointed missing fearless

Cut for weird alien biology kinky porn but mostly just for length. Also, I don't know if there's an actual established ship name for Slobo/Kon but this is technically from a YJ polyam fic either way, so idk if it actually matters right now, hah.

Pretty sure I posted at least some of this excerpt before, but this SHOULD be the extended edition.

"The Boy Wonder just had to be our token straight," Kon grumbles, folding his arms. Which is whatever, fine, preferences are preferences and the dude's still his friend and he would still very literally die either for him or on his say-so, but is the idea of letting Kon go down on him every now and then and maybe also making out a little somewhere in there really that unappealing? Like, seriously? 

Bats are the freaking worst. 

"What's it matter?" Slobo asks, wrinkling his nose at him. 

"I mean, it doesn't matter-matter," Kon says with an exasperated sigh. "But also I just want to finally score some dick for once, man, and I still can't actually keep up with Bart's and Suzie only has one when she's in the right mood and Rob's isn't even into me, and I don't wanna go knock over a civilian for it, that's just–" 

"And that'd be all the options for dick currently available to your picky ass, yeah," Slobo cuts in dryly, leaning in towards him with a pointed look. Kon turns red. 

"Actually I kinda figured you were straight too," he says, glancing sidelong at the guy. "And very solidly monogamous, given all the time that you and Anita spend ignoring the rest of us in favor of rooms with doors that lock." 

"We ain't monogamous, she just don't like gettin' interrupted when she's in the mood. Though yeah, you're right about the straight thing," Slobo agrees with a dismissive shrug. "But also, look, I'm Czarnian. Which literally none of you bastiches are. And gonna be frank here, you and Anita got a lot more biological similarities to each other than Anita and a Czarnian chick would, so at this point I don't really give a shit what kind of hole I'm fraggin' so long as whoever it belongs to's got somethin' interestin' to say about the process." 

"Huh," Kon says, frowning to himself. "That literally never occurred to me as a thing that might be a thing, actually." 

"I mean, what, are you attracted to Branx and Bolovax Vikians and Karnans and Martians?" Slobo snorts dubiously. "Or frell, even Czarnians?" 

"Well, just the ones I like, but yeah," Kon says, a little puzzled by the question. They're all sentient species with free will and also he would absolutely let that one very specific Green Lantern just fucking step on him whenever the guy felt like it, so yeah, why wouldn't he be attracted to them? And . . . Kilowog, he's pretty sure said Green Lantern's name is? Kilowog's built like what a brick house wishes it could grow up and be. So Kon would definitely let him step on him. "Is that like . . . weird or something?" 

"Galactically speakin', yeah," Slobo says wryly. "Though I guess you're already a hybrid so I probably shoulda expected you to be less discriminatin' than the rest of the universe tends to." 

"So what, are you calling me a slut?" Kon snorts. "Like on a genetic level?" 

"Depends how many people you've screwed, galactically speakin'," Slobo says. 

"Not enough," Kon replies frankly. 

"Then yeah, pretty sure you're a slut," Slobo says with another shrug. "Especially if you miss dick bad enough to get in a snit on the couch over it." 

". . . I mean, okay, I haven't actually socialized with another dude's dick before," Kon admits grudgingly, making a face. "Unless watching gay porn counts, and to be honest I usually get bored if there's only one style of genitals onscreen so I don't do much of that. Just I just finally figured out that I fucking want dick and my options for getting it are frustratingly limited right now." 

"Then wanna actually socialize with mine?" Slobo suggests, which is an approach that Kon appreciates the straightforwardness of. "Seein' as it don't belong to a picky control freak or a hyperactive speedster or someone with a real fraggin' inconvenient tendency to turn intangible when they come." 

"Suzie does that?" Kon asks. 

"Accordin' to Anita," Slobo replies with a shrug. "And since I trust her with my literal fraggin' life at this point, I'm assumin' this ain't the thing she's picked to lie to me over." 

"Huh," Kon says. "Weird, but noted for future reference. And yeah, fuck it, let's socialize. Room with a lock, or . . . ?" 

"Naw, give Wonder Girl the chance to walk in on us, she wants to see your indestructible ass get wrecked real bad," Slobo says with a smirk, then sticks with that straightforward approach that Kon so rightly appreciates and immediately yanks his belt open and whips his dick out right there on the couch. It is not remotely proportionate to his build, and Kon definitely means that as a compliment. 

"Oh, is that the plan here?" Kon says, as someone whose mouth just went dry and who would also admittedly like to see his indestructible ass get wrecked for once. Like, that's a thing he'd like to get to do before he dies, that's all. 

"Damn right it is," Slobo says, smirking wider at him and giving his cock a meaningful squeeze. Kon glances down at it speculatively, wondering exactly how Czarnians fuck. Said cock is currently actively rising to the occasion, and also getting increasingly disproportionate to Slobo's build. 

Like. Very increasingly. 

Damn. 

"What'dya think? Wanna come on it, bastich?" Slobo asks with a leering grin and a very unsubtle tug. Kon flicks his eyes back to his face and just eyes him. 

. . . then he eyes his dick. 

It's actually, like, a very appealing dick. It might be a little smaller than Kon's own is, he thinks, but it's definitely comparable and still plenty damn big either way, all long and thick and heavy-looking, and it's got, like . . . ridges. Bumps. Textures. Like, Bad Dragon wishes it could design such a dick. 

. . . Jesus, actually, is that a knot at the base? And–

Oh. Okay. 

"Is your dick prehensile," Kon asks, officially just staring at it. 

It waves at him. 

"Is it?" Slobo asks with a smirk. 

"Fuck," Kon says as a downright vicious stab of arousal goes through his gut, and then he very suddenly feels very weird. Slobo cocks his head, looking surprised. 

Kon looks down at himself, because again, he feels weird. "Himself" is not there to be looked at. 

Well, like, it is. Just not in very . . . "him"-type fashion. 

"Huh," Kon says to the very nice pair of tits currently sitting all cute and perky under his S-shield. He blinks in absolute bemusement, and Slobo's expression lights up hungrily. 

"Shit, you really do like me, huh," he says, letting go of himself and reaching out to put his hands around Kon's suddenly very, very narrow waist. Like . . . way too far around, actually. That's . . . an experience. Wow. "Never had Kryptonian pussy before." 

Yeah, well, you're not the only one, Kon thinks only slightly hysterically.

"You can't get knocked up 'til you go through a full cycle, right, so can I stick it in raw?" Slobo asks like this is all just perfectly normal, which admittedly for all Kon knows about Slobo's life experience and alien biology in general it could in fact be. He thinks of several thousand reasons to say no, but given both who he is as a person and also how bad he really, really wants to finally score some dick for once . . .

"Yeah," he says, then half-reflexively flicks his eyes back down to Slobo's cock and licks his lips. Slobo grins. 

"Nice," he says. 

Anyway, Kon's suit lasts about five seconds after that. Which–it doesn't fit him quite right at the moment anyway, so it's whatever. It's very weird to see tits and ass and a statistically improbable amount of curves when he looks down at himself, but it's weirder feeling Slobo's hands and mouth roaming greedily all over said statistical improbabilities as the other pushes him down against the cushions. The prick hasn't even kissed him, which: rude much? 

Not that Kon's really complaining, because if he wanted "polite" that bad he wouldn't be socializing with Slobo at all, much less his dick, and Slobo is currently making his way down his body and clearly on a mission to kiss him somewhere. 

So yeah, the "weird" feelings are very rapidly losing out to the "holy shit, do that again" feelings. 

"Holy shit, do that again," Kon says. Slobo grins sharply up at him and then Kon meets his clit and his clit meets Slobo's very eager tongue and anyway Kon now officially and intimately understands why people who've got one bitch so damn much when a partner ignores it. Like wow, does he ever. "Ohhhhh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god–!" 

So that's pretty distracting, for at least a couple minutes there. 

Not that Kon's brain is in any condition to be noticing the passage of time right now. 

"Frag, you're already dripping. Wanna get off on my tongue a few times or just get straight to the main attraction?" Slobo asks as he hooks his hands around Kon's currently statistically improbable and also badly shaking thighs and licks his own very slick and shiny lips. Kon remembers the sight of the guy's big fat disproportionate dick very, very vividly, then immediately spreads his thighs as far as he can without the back of the couch interfering. 

Possibly he damages said back of the couch just a little bit in the process. 

Like, just barely. 

"Main attraction," he says firmly. Slobo grins at him again. 

"Damn, rolling out the red carpet here, ain't we," he says. "Gonna make a guy feel downright appreciated like this." 

"Put your dick in me right the fuck now or I will put you through the fucking wall, asshole," Kon threatens, and of course it's Slobo, so he just grins all the wider. 

"Fraggin' flirt," he says with obvious approval. 

Then he puts his dick in him. 

Kon's vision very literally whites out at the way Slobo feels sliding into him so big and hard and big and deep and big and good and he jerks up instinctively underneath him and makes some really, really undignified noises as his body seizes up. The couch might suffer a little more damage. Kon doesn't give the slightest bit of a fuck. 

"Holy shit, did you just fraggin' come?" Slobo asks in obvious delight. 

"Shut the fuck up," Kon barely gets out past the aftershocks making his whole damn body twitch and tremble under Slobo's, and Slobo laughs and sort of . . . rolls his hips, kind of, and Kon moans. 

"Shit, you're tight," Slobo says, sounding approving again, and this time in a way that makes Kon shudder even harder than he already is. "And soaked. Feels like I just stuck it in somebody's sloppy seconds. What do you think, bastich, want the whole thing in your snatch? Think you can take it?" 

"Yes," Kon chokes desperately, and Slobo does the only gentlemanly thing that Kon has ever seen him do, which is immediately just thrust into him balls deep. 

That is definitely a knot, yeah, Kon notes. 

And definitely Slobo's dick is prehensile. 

The literal only reason that Kon doesn't fucking scream is because they're in a building full of active superheroes and god fucking forbid somebody come and "save" him right now. Like, Cassie can watch if she really is into that, but if anybody in any way tries to fucking interrupt he is gonna straight up just become a supervillain. 

Unless it's a supervillain interrupting, he guesses, in which case he's just gonna take a page out of Wonder Woman's book and give them the Maxwell Lord special. 

Either way, he emphasizes deeply with Anita and her locked doors. 

Real deeply.

[androgynousblackbox]

You Look Good In Red. [Appleradio, Radioapple]

[Blood Play]

It had been around five hours since Alastor had found himself technically "married" to a Morningstar, one of the most recognizable names in the city, and he still find it hard to believe. All those promises about how he could just eat whoever he wanted to without repercussions, have all his needs met, get anything he could ask, just for the price of pretending to be Alice Magne, the wife of Lucifer Magne, didn't inspire much trust in the reality of his situation. Wearing a dress and respond to other name just seemed far too small of a price. Shouldn't he be waking up in his house in the woods already? Try to clean the blood off his hand on a fountain, hearing nature behind him, alert and ready to take off if necessary? The idea of having one place to just stop and don't have to think about his next move was so alien to him, months after escaping that mental asylum he was sent to.

Lucifer, in the other hand, was already acting like all of this, the bringing a man found eating his own in the woods, the put a ring on his finger and declare his love after just a few days of meeting, were all just normal things to do. Nothing that especial happening. Nevermind that finding another hybrid between Fork and Cakes was already extremely rare.

Alastor almost wanted to grab a drawer and split his head open, see if that way he could make any sense of his thought process in the bloodied wrinkles of his, no doubt, tiny brain. He could probably devour it in one single bite too. It would be chewy and soft. The worst part was that, even though he wasn't a fan of that texture, it was going to be the best thing he ate in his entire life.

The blonde man came out of the shower, rubbing a towell over his scalpt. Droplets of water came out jumping out of his hair. Alastor hated how he couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on the pale body, slightley rosey after coming out the pressure of the hot water. Muscles well defined, abs made to create the perfect path for someone's tongue to trail down to. The towell wrapping him by the waist was both a blessing and a curse, especially when Lucifer kept moving. The distinctive shape of what was hiding could be seen still. His mouth watered before he forced himself to turn his head.

The smell of shampoo and soap have never seen as appealing to him, until that moment. On top of that body, mixed with his essence, everything just called to him like an annoying little siren that had just cut lose all his safety ropes and he was at risk of crashing. He had already let that happen back at the woods and he also couldn't believe that either.

"The water is perfect!" commented Lucifer with a big stupid smile that lived up his whole face. It was frankly annoying how perky the guy had been since they came to the room, as if walking in the clouds of his own paradise, not letting anything at all to pull him down. Less than anything silly stuff like reason or logic. "You can enter now if you want."

"I will" Alastor pushed himself out of the chair. He intended to make a circle to avoid the smaller man, but end up going straight to him. Lucifer lifted his eyes with a soft look that made him want to bite his retinas off. Alastor grabbed the hand of Lucifer to inspect it, pretending that was the intention all along. He had changed his bandages in the bathroom. Lucifer let him hold it without a second thought, even though he was the whole reason why he had holes on both his palms. "You forgot to clean under your nails."

"Oh, I don't think anyone will mind" Lucifer shrugged with a half smirk. Of course he would think that. "But if it bothers you, I will clean them up now."

"Don't do me any favors" Alastor clicked his tongue, letting go. "I know you feel safe in this city, but a little more of precaution goes a long way."

"Alright" Lucifer smiled again.

Just rolling with his comment, with no intention of giving him the confrontation he was craving. A distraction from the impulse to lick the water slipping down that perfect pristine neck. Why did he even bothered?

He made his way to the bathroom. The steam had mostly got out by the open door, but the mirror was still dripping until Alastor wipped a clean surface to look at himself. The blood of the service guy they had called was already cacking and cracking over his skin. He licked his lips. It had been a while since he managed to truly actually sink his teeth in such a way that the reward literally exploded inside of his mouth, drowning him. Skin so tender, easy to tear. Young bones under the cheek that weren't going to smile no more, asking costumers of the hotel if he could be of any service. The guy couldn't have been more than 20, if that.

He had brought them the clothes that Lucifer had send his goon to get for him and their lunch on a cart. Alastor thought that would be all when Lucifer closed the door of the penthhouse behind the young man and, without a word, stabbed the shoulder of the guy with one of the knives brought in. Alastor had eaten enough men to know how to move to avoid as much fight as possible, how to restrain him with his weight and flexible members, but then he didn't need to. Lucifer instead was the one holding the armas at the back of that service worker, kicking him down to have him kneeling in the floor. It had been remarkably easy then. As Lucifer shoved napkin inside of the open mouth to muffled his scream, Alastor could have all the time of the world to enjoy his little snack.

A Cake, smelling of cinammon toasted with coffee. Not too sweet. How did Lucifer even know? Or was it all a coincidence? Lucifer let him have the first few bites, but soon joined him too. Whenever their faces happened to find a common place, they kissed and that alone elevated the whole meal from an okay experience to something that should earn a five starts in any restaurant. Not that any restaurant would have the courage necessary to offer something so exquisite. That was something for only his tongue to get to know.

If they didn't do anymore than that was only because Alastor insisted on keep eating, keep biting and digging and fill himself so much that he couldn't even think about doing anything else. But without the ingredient that was Lucifer, the meal lost it's magic and became a simple okay. They still saved as much they could for later in the mini fridges. The rest had been cleaned up already by a cleaning crew who didn't say a single word. They bagged the rest of the body, took the blood stained carpet and left the area sparkling, squeaky clean. Only one of them called Lucifer "Mr Morningstar" before they were all gone.

He knew what was all of that, of course. Just a show for him to understand that was the extent of Lucifer's power. Alastor had been subconsciously waiting to receive a call from downstair or see police cars pulling at the front of the hotel, but nothing happened. It was like the man never existed at all. How much money was necessary to achieve something like that?

"For the next time, a warning would be nice," said Alastor to Lucifer once they were alone again, both drenched and impressentable for any part of their polite society. Without anyone else around he couldn't not be aware of the man's own smell. Alastor wanted to clean it up with his own tongue. "I like having a hand in picking my own prey."

"I just thought you would like it." Lucifer whipped a napkin on his chin, barely doing anything to the coat of dried blood stuck there. "I take it you don't like surprises, babe?"

"Don't call me that" Alastor replied automatically. Who even said that they were at that point already? "And for the record, no, I do not. Like I said, I prefer picking what goes into my mouth."

Lucifer sighed, but nodded all the same.

"Noted. Do you want to use the bathroom first or I go?"

It had been ages since Alastor could have a proper shower. The waters in that blasted building called asylum were constantly near freezing and the pressure was always a tossed out. He ached to clean himself properly, at last. But he declined and said Lucifer could go instead. Once the blonde man was away, he grabbed two knives from cart with their empty plates. One he saved it on the back of his pants. The other kept it under one of the pillows, hiding in the space between the matress and the wall.

He didn't want to have to stab Lucifer. But prepare himself just in case did made him feel a little better, more in control of his actions. As the city kept buzzing and moving at its usual rythm, without caring about a young man's lost life, Alastor slowly came to terms with the fact nothing was going to happen.

Couldn't be that good, could it be?

That question was dissolved in flammes when he came down the head of the shower. He could not give less of a fuck if Lucifer heard him moan at the other side of the door. For a few moments, he was content and satisfied in a world where all he had to do was enjoy the splash of the drops taking away all the dirt and blood and sweat off him. The brief shower at the building where he was kidnapped was quick and efficient, just a necessity to get out of the way in order for him to get out. There, unless Lucifer did wanted that stab, nobody was going to rush him. If he was truly free, then by all means he should be allowed such indulgency.

He had no idea how long he was there. His sign that maybe a long while had happened already were the wrinkles in the tip of his fingers. At some point he had to get out and face the rest of whatever awaited him. He grabbed one of the two available bathrobes and came out.

The twilight had painted the whole place in a placid orange. The TV was on, but muted. Lucifer was sitting at the corner of the bed while speaking to the telephone. He was already fully dried, dressed in some comfy pants and a loose t-shirt like he didn't have to receive anyone. Alastor climbed on the bed and opened up his mouth to bite into his nape. If Lucifer reacted positively to it, he may be inclined to let it go further than that. The shower had relaxed him and losen up his body just as much as his previous inhibition. Shouldn't be the most natural thing on the world for a wife-husband to crave the flesh of his partner? Then Lucifer should be more than happy to provide for him like that, right?

"Sorry, Lilith, I don't think I will go to dinner" said Lucifer to the phone and that stopped Alastor on his track. He had almost forgotten it wasn't just the two of them. He sat behind the man, wanting to convince himself the craving was gone, even though it wasn't. It was there and it's presence revolted him again. "I want to stay here for the night. Tomorrow I might go for a moment before I go house hunting, I don't know yet" Lucifer looked at him over his shoulder and smiled. He covered the mic with his shoulder and spoke to him in a whisper. "Sorry, I won't take long. Did you want to order something?"

"It's fine" said Alastor, moving out of the bed.

His new clothing was folded on a couch, along with some underwear and socks. He dressed up, pretending he wasn't still hearing every word.

"Can I speak to Charlie?" Lucifer's smile went even wider, twirling the cable in his fingers. "Hi, princess. My little cutie princess is being a good little girl? I bet she is! Papa already misses you so much, sweetie! I can't see you right now, but I just know that you are the cutest little thing ever. I love you so, so, so, so much, you have no idea. When I see I will give you the best hug ever and the entire world and the moon. Would you like that, princess?" Lucifer's eyes crinkled and his lips folded over his lips.

Whatever baby noise he was receiving from the other side gave him such joy as if they were revealing long sought after secrets of the universe he had spend his life searching for. Alastor closed his eyes, squeezing the fabric of the towell in his hands. Something about Lucifer being so openly affectionate with his daughter was making him irrationally hungry for the man again. Maybe if he ate his heart he could feel as warm as Lucifer sounded.

Their daughter. That was still such a weird concept for him, but accepting Lucifer's golden ring meant to accept that baby was going to be part of his life. Until she was old enough and then he could take Lucifer's life, that is. After that, Charlie probably was just going to be back to the care of her mother and he was going to be on the road, searching for another meal that could remind him of that flavor.

He ignored the twist on his stomach at the thought.

By the time he put on some slippers, Lucifer was back talking to Lilith. This time Alastor did not pulled back. He hugged the waist of the man from behind and pressed his lips on the space behind Lucifer's ear. Lucifer did not try to move away or tell him to leave him alone while talking to his wife. Alastor felt better as he tightened his arms, bringing Lucifer against his chest.

"Yes, I know" said Lucifer, moving his head to a side as Alastor nibbled his neck. If he perforated the skin hard enough, he could have the best meal of his life already. The hand of Lucifer came on top of his arm, completely relaxed, rubbing him gently with a thumb. According to Lucifer, he and his legal wife haven't even slept in the same room for months after conceiving Charlie. As long the man kept the promise he had made to him, then only Alastor would get to know what was to hold him like that. Him and nobody else, especially not that woman. He would make sure that when they saw each other again, Lucifer smelled like his own property. A Fork like Lilith Mortningstar would understand what it meant instantly. "I understand, but it's important for me. Listen, can we talk about it tomorrow? Yeah, sure, no problem. Give Charlie a kiss from me, alright? Have a good night."

As soon Lucifer hang out, Alastor turned him around to claim his mouth. It belonged to him, like the body attached to it. All of Lucifer was his and poor of the sucker who didn't understand that simple principle. Lucifer lifted his hands to hold his cheeks, giving the access without question, without any doubt. He let out a pleasant rumble.

"Hey" Lucifer separated briefly to suck Alastor's lips. "Can I try to do the thing I wanted to do in the car?" asked, his hands sliding down the back of Alastor, no doubt intending to grab his ass. He grabbed the forearms of the man before he could reach the knife he was hiding and pushed him to the bed, ending on top. "Oh" Lucifer blinked. "Do you want to do it then? I am fine with either."

For a moment, Alastor didn't even know what he was talking about until it came back to him. In the car, Lucifer had put a hand near to his crotch and suggested tasting him from there. The rush of getting to finally kiss the man had been all he cared about then, but now? Now he was curious too. He had never been inclined to that particular area of any other man before, no more than any other at least, and certainly not while they were alive. But Lucifer was not like any other man. If there was anyone he was going to try to do that with, it was going to be with him.

"Yes" said, going over to pull Lucifer's belt.

As he opened up the pants underneath and slipped the underwear down, the smell was already watering his mouth. There it was more intense, richer, as the blood rushed in. When he gave the first few test licks across the the size of Lucifer, he already knew: it was delicious. From the base up to the head, it was burning against his tongue and making him feel dizzy with desire. He wanted to bite down and rip it out, swallow it whole. He wanted to cut it with his knife and prepared it as nicely as he could, make justice to it through the right spices and garnish. He wanted to get drunk on it and keep it on that same state forever. Do all of it at once and repeated it every day of his life.

"Fuck" Lucifer moaned. Alastor felt him brushing his fingers through his damp hair. Fascinantingly enough, the flavor did not stayed just the same. The more it was becoming stiff and rising on its own, more intense and obvious it was becoming. He pressed his teeth alongside the shaft, following with his tongue the veins up to the head greeting him. It would take a really good bite to fully take it off, a thick and worthy adversary for any jaw. "Your… your hands. Use your hands, babe."

This time Alastor did not bother to tell him to leave the pet name. As a begginer, he took the instruction as the educational experience that it was and lifted his hand to wrap around Lucifer. He vaguely remembered the right motion from the handful of times in which he had touched himself. On the few ocassions in which he managed to get himself to finish, it never seemed actually worth the hassle and time spend. But he never had before the kind of motivation that was the allure that Lucifer had over his senses. After already tasting the blood, saliva and sweat of the man, now he was sure that the reward for his effort was going to be satisfactory.

He played a little with the testicles below, knowing that too entered into the category of things that could feel good, and he got confirmation that he was right as Lucifer's hip jerked towards his face. As he sucked greedily on the slit, he observed the way that Lucifer's chest rise and fell in continuous pants, raspy sounds dragging themselves out of his throat as he seemed completely consumed by his actions. Pride swelled up inside at the thought of having this kind of power and influence over him. His pleasure was his doing, just like his death and the rest of his life.

It wasn't long until his nose got a hint of something new. It was very faint at first, but it didn't take long for the essence to make itself known. The clear liquid that he had been drinking already contained traces of it, it announced the arrival.

Lucifer's back arched over the bed, the interior of his thighs twitching as if shocked with a cable. Alastor saw himself forced to hold his waist down to keep him in place. There was no way now that he was going to miss on his meal just because Lucifer couldn't behave himself for one second.

He bobbed his head around the hardened flesh, slurping, licking, taking as much as he could, increasingly faster as he knew it was close, so close that he could almost taste it already. With a final loud moan, Lucifer tensed up, the legs at the sides of Alastor getting on their toes as he climaxed.

Alastor did not think for a second that it was gross or denigradating, as it would be the case if someone had told him about the act before knowing Lucifer. There was no espace in his head for any of that when all he could register was the absolute bliss of getting to enjoy his prize, wich he did with like he was finally breaking on a diet he didn't even know that he was on. His own body craved it more than water, more than the beating heart of that unfortunate worker, and then it was gone far too soon. No matter how much he kept licking, Lucifer would quiver against his tongue, but nothing else would happen.

As he rised up over his arms again, Lucifer was still trying to catch his breath. He heard the movement of Alastor and their eyes caught each other. So that is what another man looked after going through that. A couple of second of silence passed between them. Lucifer finally lifted an arm to hold to Alastor's.

"Want me to return the favor, Al?"

Alastor tilted his head at the phrasing. If anything, Lucifer was the one who did the favor to him by providing him with such a delicious good. No doubt that is how he was going to take it if and when Lucifer did the same to his body.

He was curious to know what was that too. Maybe it was just better when it was anything else but just his own hand and saliva. But Lucifer seemed already spent and if Lucifer could provide that service, he wanted him fully alert, ready to offer nothing less than the best and appreciate it.

"Later" said, whiping his bottom lip with a thumb and licking it. Some portion of Lucifer was still there and it was so good he could only sigh a moment.

"Are you sure?" Lucifer pulled on the front of his shirt. Alastor saw no reason to resist him and end up brushing their bodies together, mostly supporting himself on the side as they mouth made contact again.

This kiss felt lazier, more comfortable than the one in the car. They had both been satisfied already, so there was no ferocious need behind the gesture. As he nodded his head in silent answer, Lucifer lifted his hand to ruffled his curls and chuckled.

"That was… amazing, babe. How many times have you done that before?"

Alastor perked up. Not just at the admiration, but also the tinge of darker intention just at the bottom of that comment. The possesiveness that was already there and made him relax even more. Good. There was no point in sharing a life, however short, with someone that didn't felt like claiming him the same way that he did.

"Believe it or not, that was my first time," said, supporting himself on his side and holding his cheek on his hand.

"No kidding" Lucifer sighed, letting his head fell to the bed. With his eyes still closed, he frowned slightly. "So none of the men you were with ever wanted to do that or you never wanted to before?"

"There was no other men" Alastor shrugged. He saw no point in lying about that.

"Women?"

"Neither."

The frown of Lucifer deepened for a moment. When he looked over at him again, he examined him as if to discover if Alastor was playing a trick on him.

"Are you telling me that what we did in the woods… was your first?"

"Does it matter?"

"Ever? With anyone?"

"I never wanted to do it before, so I didn't. Then I changed my mind when it suited me. Simple as that." Alastor did not understand what was the issue. True, the way that his body had reacted to their proximity wasn't planned for, and still baffled him, but it's not like he regretted it either. Lucifer stared at him in shock and he took offense to that. If that man dared to treat that experience like Alastor had lost something precious, he might end up stabbing him right there anyway. "What?" hissed, squinting his eyes.

The smile that spread across Lucifer's face caught him by surprise, but not less than when he lunched himself forward to kiss him, rolling over him until he was now the one on top of Alastor.

"I was your first" said Lucifer with a sing song, nuzzling his cheek.

"So what." Alastor sneered, irritatingly aware of his face heating up. "Are you going to hurt your arm patting yourself in the back for it?"

"I am so happy" Lucifer hold him gently as he kissed him again. "I will get to teach you myself all I know."

Alastor huffed.

"I was under the impression I was doing pretty good on my own."

"Oh, yeah" Lucifer chuckled, one hand already lingering down Alastor's body. His warm palm was like a spill of oil being lighted up. "But there is still so many other things we can do that can be fun, babe."

"I told you not to call me that" Alastor protested, even though he already knew it was useless. Not because Lucifer clearly wasn't going to give up, but the tingling that he was learning to recognize was already at the pit of his stomach, the start of a tension that was going to need to be released.

Lucifer started to unbutton his shirt, nibbling his way down Alastor's neck.

"You can keep the knife if you want" commented, not lifting his gaze from where his mouth was going even as Alastor glared at him. "If that is what you need, I don't mind."

Alastor turned his head to a side. He should have known already that only a demented man like Lucifer would not mind his lover taking weapons to the bed.

--

Lucifer had made himself his second, his third and the first ever man to suck him. It turns out that indeed the activity of touching that part of himself was a lot better when he wasn't the one doing it. Unlike him, Lucifer had quite the experience that came out shinning in his technique.

By the time they were having dinner, some garnish to go along with the intestines of their most recent prey, the city sky was covered in the intense dark of the universe with just a few blinking stars. Alastor was lazily dragging his knife over Lucifer's shoulder blade as the man rested, eyes closed, but not sleeping. Neither of them had bothered to put on anything else, but their underwear. Lucifer had offered to go to the second bed if he wanted to and Alastor had replied that he better stopped being an idiot, there was plenty of space anyway.

It was also his first time sharing bed with anyone, but Lucifer's ego had gained way too much boost for the day. He didn't need to know the extent with which he had already changed his life.

"I want a snack" commented finally.

Lucifer hummed, barely moving.

"Want me to call room service?"

"No" Alastor gripped the knife better in his hand, applying some more pressure. "I want what I was promised."

"Ah." Lucifer sighed deeply and stretched, from his shoulder to his back, before letting himself fall again. "Alright. Just remember: nothing permanent."

"I remember." Alastor never had anyone acting so non chalant about their own possible mutilation. He found himself respecting him a little more, almost despite himself. They had made a deal and Lucifer was willing to do his part. Even if he did it out of a stupid and undeserved level of trust he was already putting on him.

"Bon appetite then" said Lucifer through a yawn.

At no point he had even bothered to open his eyes. Alastor sat on the bed and tried to find the best position to do what he wanted. He ended up grabbing one of the arms that Lucifer had hiding under the pillow and putting it down against the mattress. If he struggled somehow, it should be easier to controll him like that. Lucifer turned his head. Alastor did not apply more force than necessary nor did anything else for a few seconds, so he relaxed again.

He kept the arm down with a knee as he pushed the cover down to reveal the full extent of Lucifer's back That was so much space and all for him to do as he pleased. Unlike him, Lucifer had been barely marked at all after a life of violence and death. He would have to change that.

In the end, he ended up deciding the best spot was exactly where he had started. Near the shoulder, but still far enough in the back that nobody would notice it by just looking at Lucifer from the front. Something about being a semi secret they would know about excited him. Alastor inclined further, extending the skin between his index and thumb to make a line for his other hand to follow. The knife was a good one, silver, so cut rather easily through the skin. The first dropplets of blood started to move and he pressed his mouth over the wound, licking it as he made it larger.

It was really a blessing that Lucifer could heal just as well as the healthiest Cake, one of the perks he got from his status as an hybrid. They wouldn't need desinfectant unless he went all out, which wasn't part of the plan. The first two lines were easy. Lift that portion of skin required some more careful manuevering, his nail digging a point in which they could grab and start to pull. That was when Lucifer lifted his head from the pillow, even though of course he couldn't see exactly what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

"Making my own snack" Alastor sucked the blood under the wound, just as his other hand lifted some more the rest of the way. "There are some tribes of Africa that do this exactly to mark their members. I read about it years ago. Permanent scars that they take to their graves. It's even considered an art form."

"Is that what you are doing?" Lucifer chuckled softly and his shoulder agitated a little. A line of red dragged itself to the side over the pale skin before Alastor caught it with his tongue. "Do we have a tribe of two now?"

"Indeed. Too late to turn back now."

"Who said I want to?"

Alastor stared at the profile of Lucifer, but he still had his eyes closed as if nothing was happening. A small smile on his lips was the only change in his expression. Had he ever trusted someone like that before? Not even his mother, to whom he tried so hard to keep away from the most violent aspects of himself, of the fantasies he was aware off since childhood. There he was, hiding knives, disabling someone that haven't given the first sign of wanting to fight him back, all the while Lucifer was ready to receive everything from him with open arms. Ready to have a home, to make a family together. Things he didn't even thought he had a right to hope for, just falling into his lap with no warning.

How was he supposed to defend himself against someone like that?

That stupid crazy man had been so convinced that they could make it work. For the first time since they met, Alastor really wanted to believe that too. If all he had to do to gain that little paradise was to pretend to be Alice Magne, wife of Lucifer Magne, then that was a price he was more than willing to pay.

Alastor pulled the last bit of skin with his teeth and brought it inside his mouth like a noodle, moaning as he started biting into it. Then, only after he did that, Lucifer stirred slightly.

"I haven't finished" said Alastor, kissing his back just as much as he licking it clean.

Lucifer was bleeding in such a way that some portion inevitably fell to the bed. He moved his legs, liberating the arm of Lucifer as he grabbed his knife again.

"Mmm" Lucifer sighed, burying his head in the pillow just as Alastor made more cuts, two smaller ones by the middle of the first one.

A X that in a pirate's map would mark his treasure. A X that marked something done, that couldn't be touched anymore. Alastor already knew that wasn't the sound of pain. He could smell it in the air.

"You are disgusting" joked Alastor with a chuckle. "This is doing it for you? I didn't know you were a massochist."

"I am not" Lucifer swallowed, turning to see him in profile. The recently free hand that still laid between Alastor's knee lifted itself up, rubbing him through his underwear. Truth be told, that part of him had just started to wake up. "Baby, it's you literally all over me, I can't help it."

Alastor hummed, his hips moving against that hand. He pulled on the next strip, shorter than the first one, and ate it as slowly as he could while putting down at his underwear. The contact of the warm hand of Lucifer felt right, felt perfect as he continued his work. At that point he couldn't keep up and the blood had spread to the sides of Lucifer's back, some of it falling down his spine to make a little poddle on the lower end. That one Alastor did devoured hungrily, gripping the asscheeks of Lucifer.

The smell became more intense with his action. It made him realize how empty he truly was. How much something it was barely a whim before had become into a need.

"Are you done?" asked Lucifer, panting.

Alastor pulled on the final strip with a quick movement of his finger. He made an affirmative sound even as he was eating it. Lucifer turned around quick and pushed him back against the bed, pushing Alastor's briefs entirely out of him and pulling down on his. Alastor let his hand grip Lucifer's back and came back red.

He licked it all over and sucked in every finger like a compliment to the chef. Lucifer spit down towards his own erection, spreading it further. As he thrusted inside with a decisive movement, Alastor chewed on the strip of skin he haven't swallowed yet, letting the flavor to relax him easier, faster than Lucifer grabbing his own dick could do. He felt himself flutter and hold onto the intromission like a venus plant closing around an unsuspecting bug, one that didn't know yet was about to be dissolved for energy.

But his little fly knew exactly what he was doing. He had come prepared with his own armour to get inside and out, as much as he wanted to, while giving him enough pieces for him to allow it to. Alastor didn't even realized of when he had wrapped his legs around the slim waist just to push Lucifer deeper and keep him closer. Closer, even more close, where he could sink his teeth near the shoulder. Those marks would not leave permanent scars, they could heal by their own, but that was fine for now.

He grunted as he gripped Lucifer with everything he had. The most prideful leech would be envious of how much resolved there was on his obtaining the food he didn't just want anymore, but needed. Lucifer buried his nose on the hair of his temple, doing nothing to stop him as he accelerated his movement.

Alastor used his bloodied hand to pump himself. The mere thought of doing that with the blood of his (husband, lover, partner, accomplice, all of that and more) Lucifer send a shockwave through his body that surprised him. Could this really be his future now? Wasn't he going to just wake up in a dirty floor with boarded up windows and nobody to talk to but rotting heads? Even if he woke up in a padded room in a straight jacket, for this kind of dream it was worth it.

The kiss Lucifer shared with him matched his same desperation. He whined into his mouth as the first sign of his climax ravaged him. Lucifer did not slowed down. If anything, he went even more brutal until the head of Alastor ended up hanging by the border of the bed. They rode their finale together until they collapsed on each other.

Alastor took one finger to the open wound. He took notice of the edged corners that were just now started to heal. Not the most aesthetically pleasing job, but it would have to do for now. He took some of the remaining blood and smeared his lips with it, holding Lucifer's face to come taste it with him. For Lucifer his own blood would never be anything that especial, but he still sucked on the traces eagerly.

After another shower, changing the sheets and covers of the bed, Alastor barely groaned at all when Lucifer came to hug him by the back.

"Shut the fuck up" said Lucifer softly, kissing the back of his neck. "You are going to have to get used to this from now. Better start now."

[crystal-moon-101]

-Joshua Armstrong- The 14-year-old son (Demiboy) of Helen and Manny, along with being Becky’s younger sibling. Joshua is a very rare case of a child of two hybrids inheriting the same side either parent has, in this case human. He certainly sticks out within his family, especially given his sister was born fully alien. Many expected Joshua to feel like an outcast within his galactic family, something his parents were very worried over. But Joshua is kind of just a chill guy who cruises through life. Enjoys music and skating, he’s never seemed to have an issue with his genetics. Even has a cool relationship with his older sister, very casual in their dynamic.

-Archer Redwind- The 10-year-old son of Looma and Ackhill (OC), and younger brother to Aife. Archer is a delightful young boy, with a lot of energy to spare. A little too much at times, as he has a habit of running into danger without thinking, but it is to be expected in Tetramand culture. He idolises his sister, and is her number one cheerleader. He’s eager to be a war hero like her, that he has trouble understanding he still needs time to grow up. -Taha- The adopted 24-year-old daughter (MtF) of Tini and Synaptak. When the Galactic Enforcers opened up try outs for new members, the three leaders were surprised to see a 13-year-old among the candidates. Upon talking to them, they learnt that Taha was an orphan who ran to the try outs the moment she heard, having been a big fan of the heroes for as long as she could remember. It didn’t take long for Tini to scoop up the little fish, claiming she only wanted to “mentor” the next generation of heroes, but everyone knew she had practically adopted Taha, much to Synaptak’s dismay. But he warmed up to the kid when seeing her smarts and bravery, bonding over their mental powers. Taha is a bright star among the Galactic Enforcers, a beaming hero with a golden heart, even if she can be a little cheesy in her mannerisms.  

-Valentina- The 25-year-old daughter of Rojo and Azul. Valentina came about during a time Rojo and her gang decided to change tactics in their life, finding a place for themselves in Undertown after helping out a couple of homeless folk or runaway families in need of help. Turns out they had a calling beyond being robbers. Opening up a shelter, Rojo and her girls focus on helping the weak in need, mostly abuse victims or young kids. Now Valentina and her own friends help run it, Valentina often out and about keeping danger away, like sketchy folk hanging around Undertown. She has the local nickname “Espina De Rosa”, and many do not like dealing with her, as it’s best to avoid her temper. She’s a spiteful woman, and loves sticking up for the weak, even if she goes a little overboard. 

-Isabell- A 23-year-old Human/Arorenda hybrid woman. Bell’s family used to be members of the shelter until they got a better path in life, but Isabell always kept in contact before joining when she was older, being a close friend of Valentina. She’s a beauty in Undertown, and commonly gets a lot of flirty looks her way, and she holds herself with confidence and being polite. It leads to some underestimating her, but when needed to she is quite the skillful fighter, using some of her fire to send a few messages to those that don’t take her politeness as a chance to back away. She connects with a lot of folks in the shelter, many of them feeling safe talking to her.

-Helga- A 26-year-old Human/Shocksquatch hybrid woman. Helga met Valentina in Undertown during a scuffle she aided in, eventually joining the shelter as she found it a good way to express her energy in a helpful way. Helga is playful, but also intimidating without realising it. She’s not always the brightest of people, but her strength helps a lot in keeping the shelter up and running. She’s known to be an escort for people who don’t feel safe alone, and always has a sense for danger that others might miss.

-Charlie- The 16-year-old kid (Genderfluid) of J.T and Sabrina (OC). Known for being tired and done with everything 24/7, Charlie just wants to work hard and get through school without any issue to live a reasonable life. Sadly, they’re best friends with Sereia Murray, and thus has to be the main brain cell holder of the two. In a world of constant world threats and endless space, Charlie thinks it’s none of their problem, but the world seems to disagree. But it’s not all bad, and Sereia is at least a genuine friend despite the chaos she brings.

-Briley- The 16-year-old adopted daughter of Emily and Jon (OC). Briley's family history isn’t the most cheerful, her original parents, and human and lewodan, spent quite a bit of hospital money to have her, only to realise that parenthood was nothing like they thought it would be, and thus gave her up. Briley loves her current parents, and will forever be grateful for them taking her in, but whether or not the truth of her birth still stings she never talks about. Growing up, Briley was Thea’s childhood best friend, the girls did a lot together and never seemed to have any issues. Until they had a massive falling out when they were 12-13 that they never talked about again, and everyone watched the two drift away. Briley now studies at a prestigious school, focusing on her work and moving up in her life. She can come across as uptight, but really it’s a sense of proving she can make it in this world.

-Cotopaxi- The 20-year-old daughter of Vulkanus and Krakatoa (OC). When Vulkanus needed a place to hide away from the cops, he stumbled upon a lady named Krakatoa. He somehow managed to swoon her, moved into her place, only to get kicked up when she learnt the truth of who he was. Cotopaxi was born later, and since then has been trying to live a life without her father. Sadly for her, Vulkanus tries to be in her life, but is a lousy father as he just can’t change who he is. Giving the bare minimum for child support, and every birthday gift he got her ended up being something stolen she had to return. Now as an adult, Cotopaxi is leading a successful life researching rocks and minerals for places like Galvan Prime, but still has to deal with her loser father trying to be a part of her life.  

-Sinen- The 17-year-old apprentice (Nonbinary) to Sunder. Sinen is a loud, bombastic lad that has a fantastic time living life on the edge. It seems strange for someone like Sunder to have taken in a kid that is so out there, but he’s actually a pretty good teacher to the excitable bat. Sinen is basically the close friend to Oneone, the two spending a lot of time blowing stuff up. When they heard Oneone was forced to join a Plumber team to “work on his behaviour”, Sinen thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. Though a part of them does secretly think this might help their friend, knowing Oneone has been having identity issues for a while.

-Rook Mar- The 9-year-old son of Rook Shim and Dasht (OC). Mar is one of Rilla’s cousins, and is the eldest of his siblings. He has three younger sisters, one newly born. He strives himself to be the best big brother, and has a habit of trying to act older than he actually is. But he is a sweetheart and very responsible for his age. Though as he grows, he finds himself curious about city life rather than country life. 

-Me'alla- The 20-year-old child (Agender) of Viktor and Liesl (OC). Me’alla takes after their father quite a lot, being a hard working genius, though lacks his darker background. Given his history, he has made sure to teach his child to be kind and more open to the world than he ever was, leading them to be a wise young adult. Me’alla has even become a teacher for the young children of the Anur System, having a lot of patience, no matter the crazy thrown their way. Though Me’alla is a little protective of their home, and will be quick to jump to it’s defence no matter the danger it puts them in.

-Satis- The 17-year-old daughter of Set (The Mummy) and Nephthys (OC). Satis is mute just like her father, though has better communication with others via local sign language she started learning when she was very young, and is more people friendly than her father is. That being said she can be just as quiet and calm as her father, a drifting shadow on a mission. This eventually led to her becoming the bodyguard of a young prince to one of the royal groups around her homeworld, Prince Atbek II. She takes her job seriously, even if she can be a little too intense at times.

-Prince Atbek II- The 14-year-old prince to the royal family Kha’Sahur. Due to his upbringing, Atbek is very proper in his mannerisms, having held himself high since the moment he could walk. He’s so used to his lifestyle that he can sometimes be a little oblivious to it, an inside joke among his friends. He’s an old friend of Etherea’liss, being the one who pays for the group’s letters to her while she is out training with the Plumbers. He is very keen to see her build bridges with the galaxy, as his political side sees the many benefits through this.

-Cerebell Uzz & Stalwart Uzz- A pair of 13-year-old Transylian twins. Another pair of friends from Etherea’liss home, the pair are known by the locals as being kind of insane, as their method of research and learning always goes above and beyond what it normally should. Property damage is to be expected from them. But they mean well, and are loving people, just getting a bit too far in their own brains to realise the consequences they may create. Cerebell is a little more crazy than her brother as she happily chooses to be the test subject 99% of the time, while Stalwart at least has some form of safety measures to not kill his sister.

-Mosbach, Freki & Dira- The 16-year-old children of Baskerville (The Werewolf) and Lupercal (OC). Each sibling is rather distinct in personality. Mosbach (FtM) is the most reasonable of his siblings, often keeping his sisters in check. He likes collecting things he finds in the works and crafting new things out of it, shaping nature in his own image. He is also a friend of Etherea’liss, and worries over the hard work she must be putting in at training. Freki is the largest of her siblings, and likes displaying her strength, accepting challenges and hunts with other teens, and is a popular figure among them for how cool she is. She also has been seen wearing a piece of jewellery that clearly comes from the Thep Khufan, so rumours are that she might be dating one. Dira is the smallest, and the little shadow of the family. She sneaks out a lot to explore and party, often ending up with her father tracking her down and dragging her home. She wants to be like Freki, but comes across as more wild and less chill than her.

-Lady Cama Umbra- The 15-year-old distant niece of Lord Transyl. When Zs’skayr came back, he knew he needed to collect new minions to start his awful ways again. He rounded up a few young folk to manipulate over his side, but decided he wanted to try again with his original vladat plans. Except this time he wouldn’t bring back someone like Lord Transyl, wanting someone younger that wouldn’t lead to a power struggle with. So he found the remains of another family member, some random niece of Lord Transyl, and brought her back. Only it appears the young lady did not have the same pride and bloodlust as her family, still young enough to be innocent enough that she freaked out upon hearing what Zs’skayr had to say, before running away, being found by Jay and Etherea’liss. She just lives between Zs’skayr old crew, who wish to make amends for what their old boss did, and teach Cama about the world around her. Because while Cama isn’t as bad as her family, it’s very clear she was sheltered and still parrots a lot of what the grown ups in her life said about the locals. Cama is dealing with a lot since being revived, but is willing to learn.

-Circy- A 13-year-old Fortumina. Circy is another friend of Etherea’liss, a childhood friend at that since their families are old friends. Circy knew of Etherea’liss Plumber dreams, and while she supported her friend, she had her own reserves towards the Plumbers and the outerworld. She does wish for something better, but fears pushing it will cause more harm than good. Circy has a joking personality, but under that is a lot of wisdom for someone her age. She holds the friend group together with Etherea’liss gone, even though she is deep in her magical studies. 

-Myli- A 14-year-old Mortechrum (Demiboy). Given the common view of the mortechrum, a young Myli had been surprised when Etherea’liss and Circy wanted to be his friend. He had always been taught by his family to beware the hand that feeds you, and thus took a long time warming up to the girls and eventual other friends in the group. Once he did though his real personality shined, being playful and always eager to help. Though when around strangers he goes quiet and watches with wide eyes, often unnerving people. 

-Bai'Kel- A 13-year-old Anoplopisth. He had been the most recent member of Etherea’liss anur friend group, and he is a little unusual to people who don’t understand him. Bai’kel is not very expressive, and thus his phrasing with words can sometimes sound a little off putting, sometimes being scarily honest with no filter. He doesn’t mean to be rude, it’s just who he is and is hard to read. But he is very loyal, often shadowing his friends to make sure they’re safe, something they don’t realise half the time.

[atomicinsantiy]

Edward Linus!! Love child of Mona and Bill ✨️

Quite obvious who he takes after

LORE:

After Mona got pregnant she and Bill decided to take a "maternal leave" from killing and to not risk getting caught more easily. (Hence why it took a long time for the Hell episode to get released)

Edward was born a few months before Bill was killed and Mona got arrested, with Mona getting executed when he was 7 months old. So he never got the chance to ever know who they even were, but nonetheless their murderous spirits still resided inside him even after death.

They took the boy to a orphanage shortly after his mother died. And by the time he was 2, he was adopted by a gay couple.

Throughout his young age, Edward didn't even show any signs of murderous intent, any signs were that he had a little bit too much fun playing with dolls and destroy them and put them together. The only one who saw the developing murderer inside him was one of his dad's, who not only was also a murderer, but also had a similar experience when developing his murderous intents. But instead of keeping his son from becoming like him, he supported him completely and comforted him and didn't bother to stop his developing psychopath.

When he was 13, his killer intent was only more fueled by a girl whom he found to be up most beautiful. He grew a deep obsession with her and her beauty. Her blonde hair, makeup, clothes, everything about her he loved. His desire for her was fueled everyday. When he was rejected by her, he kidnapped her and proceeded to do unspeakable acts towards her, such as cutting off all her limbs and raping her until she died from blood loss. He was left unsatisfied then. His murderous desire since then had taken root. There was no going back since that very day.

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Throught his teenage years, Edward would express his love for beautiful women by kidnapping them and playing with them like they were his little dolls, he even studied taxidermy and anatomy to do so. He would turn them into mannequins and swap their body parts, even give them the body parts of animals. Along with making them into legit fleshlights.. No woman he found beautiful was safe. And due to his attraction to femininity, also known as gynophilia, the more feminine the woman, the more he would want them.

By the time he finished high-school, he had killed and raped 70 girls. He went to medical school so he could pursue his desires for mutilation and wanting to turn women into mixed up abominations. He somehow finished by the time he was 20, and quickly became one of the best medical professionals in the world. All the while, he would continue kidnapping women and turning them into his sex slaves. Especially with a serum he invented which solidified muscle tissues and paralyzed women.

When he was 28, he was hired by a special organization that's goal was to cure cancer and the world's most deadly diseases. Somehow, he goes underneath the organization and starts to implement his fetish into his job. When a new disease is founded, he was given the patients to study and work on. He used this opportunity to infect them with with his own well developed and alien-like disease and that turns people into insanely fucked up animal hybrids. He ends up exterminating the new found disease and replaced it with his artificially made disease instead. And since then he was torturing the poor patients and subjecting them to horrors beyond their compression.

Soon enough, 3 years later, when he's caught, he decided that he would not let himself get taken to the chair (Not because his mother was, he didn't even know who she was to be hoenst) and he would allow himself to get infected by his own disease. By the time the FBI got to his mansion, all they found were the remains of over 300 women, both dead and living, but also Edward, as a strange spider hybrid.

Ever since that day, he's lived in the abandoned laboratory that he subjected his tortures in. Growing more and more hungry everyday, wanting and waiting for a poor women or feminine man to come into his web. Both figuratively and literally.

[asexual-spongebob]

meet Fran!!

here’s ms franny herself. my beloved mean girl.

I have a lot of lore 4 her, vela n ghost so yea.

fun fact: her jacket is based off one that I have irl.

here’s some other info abt her:

has/had internalized homophobia bc of her parents.

Has very strong Brooke Hayes / Regina George vibes. Also some Pacifica Northwest vibes. And also kind of Angelica Pickles vibes too.

Her parents are both famous people, her Dad’s an actor and her Mom is a pop singer. Both of them aren’t very great at it, yet they are rewarded for their lackluster work. Her Mom has a crazy, rabid fan base/neg. Both of them are homophobic assholes. However, her Dad starts to realize that homophobia is wrong. And tries to make up for his past actions. Her Mom tho? She stays the same, unfortunately. Her Mom isn’t exactly the nicest to her, and constantly compare her to her peers. She especially have a tendency to compare her to her best friend, Dexter. Unfortunately, her father often does the same.

She also has a secret interest in the paranormal, her parents have no idea that she is into that stuff. She believes her parents would not approve, so she keeps it hidden, under wraps. She’s also a member of the Swollen Eyeballs, and had no idea that Dib was the iconic Agent Mothman. Who had become a well respected member of the organization over the years, especially given he’s literally married to a fucking alien.

She had grown kind of close to Dib, (under the agent name, agent fairy dust .) and even saw him as a father figure , until they both learned who they were after the whole fran and vela incident.

She has a little brother named Sam who she tormented and put the blame on. She later goes on to regret her treatment of him.

Her parents hate Zim and Dib with a burning passion, however her Dad starts being nicer to them, after his realization of homophobia being wrong. Her Mom tho? She just starts hating them even more.

Fran, Vela and Ghost had a enemieship/rivalry, much like Zim and Dib’s when they were younger. Fran, believing that Vela and her parents were up to no good, constantly tried to expose Vela for what she truly was, a Sirken (Siren and Irken hybrid.).

However, Ghost and Vela always managed to put a stop to her plans.

One day, Fran and Vela then got into a nasty fight at Skool, the two injuring each other in the process. Her Mom believes her little Franny could do no harm, meanwhile her Dad is very mad at her. The Membrane’s were fucking pissed (and rightfully so) and Dib yelled at Fran to “Stay away from his daughter”.

Ghost told Fran to go fuck herself, and punched her in the nose.

However, later on, the three have to do a group project together, leading them to bond. Dib was very wary of Fran at first (and rightfully so.) but eventually warmed up to her.

Her and her Dad start to have a better relationship, same with her Dad’s relationship with Sam. He understands that his kid’s probably won’t forgive him for what he’s done, but he still wants to try to be a better parent. Fran’s relationship with her Mom just gets worse though, especially after her and her parents divorce, and how she and Sam chose to stay with their father.

Fran, her Dad and Sam have family therapy. And her Dad (Rick) starts trying to get to know Zim and Dib a bit better, and his view of them and Vela starts to change :)

Meanwhile, Fran’s mom just starts becoming crazier. Crazy headlines about her and her fans just start popping everywhere, ruining her reputation. People start seeing through her bullshit.

eventually, fran, ghost and vela fell in love with each other, and started dating. Dib gushed over them and thinks they’re very cute. Kind of like how Keef does the same with him and Zim. :)

I’ll probably write a fic about them eventually, as soon as I get some ideas and shit down.