#flea's aus

[grimescum]

(๑'ꇴ'๑) ‿‿  𝗷𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗻, 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗮, dizzy, mal 。。。  

istp, het, 17, poc (mixed white + black), girlthing

bpd, adhd, tourettes, autism, hypersexual

𝗱𝗻𝗶 𝗶𝗳 18+ only, bigot, exclusionist, racist, -phobe, transmed, pedo

(๑'ꇴ'๑) ‿‿ 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱

📌 — i'll be emptying my inbox, but from here on out, i'll immediately post any and all requests for funds from gazans. i apologize for the lack of urgency earlier; i was worried about scams and such. i see now that is most likely not the case.

𝗿𝗲���𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 open 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 nov 5th, 2024 ︵︵ ★

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁 。。。

hai!! i like to play and draw and this is my blog to do so. if you're planning to follow me for one specific thing then i'd advise against it; i post about a lot of different things all the time

i do requests but i dont get them often. mostly for profile edits (ie. icons, banners, headers, etc), playlists and maybe art. no guarantee that i will do them though

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

• if you don't want me to interact, then i don't want you to interact. if you don't want minors liking, following or reblogging, then don't do that to me

• you're free to dm me or send an ask if i've accidentally made a mistake in interacting with you. i try to read everyones dni, but sometimes i forget. i try to do the same

• if you'd like, i'd appreciate it if you told me beforehand if you plan on unfollowing or blocking me. i tend to take things in the worst way possible and get serious anxiety about it

• selfshippers are encouraged to interact!! i dont really consider myself one, but i think the content is sweet and i'd be more than happy to support you

𝗰𝘄𝘀/𝘁𝘄𝘀/𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

• i'm not pr0ship and i dont engage with that drama or either side of it because its stupid.

with that in mind, sometimes my ships may have dark or otherwise uncomfortable themes. most commonly you'll see yandere characters, age gaps between legal adults and openly sadistic characters. if thats your ick then you're free to block whatever tags you need, ask for me to tag things a certain way or unfollow.

• other notable warnings include gore, body horror, sexual(-ish) jokes and clown imagery or related themes.

• a lot of oc x cc. i don't have a lot of canon ships.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 ♡ flea talks flea's art flea's ocs flea's edits flea's clips mecore fav imp

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 | 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 ♡ jjba lupin iii mob psycho reanimator slashers dorohedoro black christmas dungeon meshi fear and hunger golden kamuy guilty gear hellsing hlvrai kaiji metalocalypse scott pilgrim texas chainsaw massacre the magnus archives

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 | 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 ♡ axl billy faust goemon hijikata jan jigen laios ogata shuro slayer tommy tsukishima tsurumi walter

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 | 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 ♡ a.b.a samarie

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 | 𝘰𝘤𝘴 ♡ raymond frenzy claudine alan penngrim

kofi | toyhouse | ocs for offer | character playlists

𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 ♡ @/fleaseditstuff, @/fhsprites

[snakeguy999]

Fleas and robberfly for Batter

[solargeist]

i jsut wanted to draw Xelqua calling kid Grian(Evo ?) his flea !!!!!!

[we-cool-beans]

I think Bubby stays in the ship most of the time due to his fear of heights. Coomer can very well handle himself but when in the presence of others (Gordon) he will stand in the face of danger just to ramble out its description. Tommy is like me and just kind of runs off 80% of the time without much warning, but keeps frequent check-in's over the walkie. Benrey is there to just bother Gordon

[cchipollo]

random collection of doodles for the qcard hatechild au @technicolor-dreamss and i have been fixating on

[namachuki]

Concept for you, werewolf! Diluc. Thank you.

AYO????

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Wait. Frank doesn't get to see sunlight??? What happened?

he went to the big greenhouse in the sky </3

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

All Your Fault

Next

Author's note: I got the Bully Cato Sicarius Fleas. I've read the fics and they are good. I hope I got his character right.

Warnings: Bullying behavior, verbal bullying, Power Imbalance, Cato's Sparkling Personality. uh let me know if I need to add more.

Summary: You are just a Serf, and one day gain the attention of the Captain of the Second Company of Ultramarines. It's not a good thing. Just what did you do to upset him so?

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @i-am-a-dragon34, @egrets-not-regrets, @gra93fruit-blog

You were born and raised near your family's farm on Calth. You had grown up hearing about the Glory and Wonder of the Imperium and how very Lucky you and the other citizens of Ultramar are to have the protection of the Mighty and Noble Ultramarines. 

You had heard stories of how some of the stronger boys in your farming community were blessed with the chance to become Ultramarines. But that had been a few generations ago when the farming community had a poor harvest and they had to give people as part of the tithe more than finished and raw farming goods. 

You bite your lower lip a little as you continue to pull weeds and tend to the section of the fields You had assigned to you to work on. There has been a bad drought that has made the usually high yield farm rather lacking. You have heard your parents and the local town leaders talking about it. 

With the Tithe Coming within a few short weeks, and a lack of agricultural goods. They had been arguing over who to send as tribute and part of the tithe. As a farming community it was heavily encouraged to have multiple children for a variety of reasons. 

The families with more children got tax breaks and help from the centralized government for Healthcare, child rearing and daycare. As well as cheap, decent quality education and help with feeding and funding Children born and continued growing. You were one of seven children and are among the middle of the pack. 

You are full grown, but due to circumstances still stuck at the family farm, working on it rather than having your own place to live. While volunteers are preferred a lottery was going to be set in place for the whole community to gather and those of a certain age range were going to be the most targeted for the Tithe-ing. 

You are in that age range, you aren't sure if you want to be one of those chosen to go. Whether it is into the Astra Militarum, Chapter Serf, or into a different part of governmental service. If it happens, you will do your duty and say your goodbyes to your loved ones. 

The sinking sensation that you felt proved true five weeks later when your name was called as part of the Tithe to the Imperium. You were just barely able to say goodbye to your siblings. Before you were whisked off to be assessed and put into quarantine with your fellow Calth-ites. After quarantine and skills tested, you were given the uniform of Serf. 

And to your greatest joy and honor. The colors of the Ultramarines, denoting which holy chapter you had been chosen for. You whisper in gratitude to the God Emperor for his mercy and wisdom. You swiftly change into the uniform And follow after those who were chosen and head to the proper disembarkation point. 

One of the higher ranking serfs explaining the rules and consequences for breaking them. As you walk by, you and the rest of the Serfs have to flatten yourselves against the walls when Astartes in Blue and Gold Armor go walking by, you keep your head lowered out of respect, even as you peek at them from the corner of your eye as awe and dread grips your heart. You had only ever heard of the Angels of the Imperium before. And now… you get to serve them, what an honor.

Even if it makes you anxious, one of the Ultramarines brushes past you, he has a stern expression on his stunningly handsome face. You swear you feel his eyes flicker over and stare at you ever so briefly before snapping back in front of him towards where some of his fellow Angels are. 

Once they leave the hallway you and your fellow new Serfs are hurried along to their destination as the Serfs who’ve been there longer and are in charge continue to go over the rules, regulations and consequences of disobedience.

Over the next several months you learn of the complex social and political hierarchy of the Serfs. Or at least, you do your best to do so as it seems a tricky, complicated and almost arcane nature. Far more complex that a simple farm hand turned chapter serf could comprehend at times. Although you did your best to do your duties swiftly, promptly, quietly, and with as little impact on your higher ups as possible.

You are carrying some clothing from one part of the ship to another when you sense movement out of the corner of your eye. You stop and shift out of the way when you spot blue and gold ceramite armor and an Ultramarine Space Marine comes walking over. You dutifully flatten yourself against the nearest wall to give the massive man more room.

The Ultramarine pauses and stares down at you. It was the same one that had briefly looked at you all those months ago when you’d first come aboard the ship as part of a tithe.

“Serf,” He barks at you.

“Yes, Lord?” You say trying not to jump. 

He scowls at you and your heart sinks and you feel like you want to cry. “What the fuck is that accent?”

“I-I am sorry my lord?” You try as you carefully try to enunciate Low Gothic properly. 

One of his eyes twitch and he scowls down at you, “Speak properly or stay silent. Serf.”

You nod, even though you feel hurt, welling up, and confusion. He was the one to start to speak to you. “Yes, Lord.”

“Hrm. Barely better,” Cato sneers down at the country bumpkin now blessed to become a Serf of the Ultramarines.

They have the same fucking accent that, Prissy bastard Captain Ventris gets when he’s talking with his uppity giant bastard of a Sargent Passinius. He’d had yet another disagreement with the Captain of the Fourth Company over tactics and Calgar had barked out orders that the pair of them needed to break it up and cool off before coming back to the meeting.

He had meant to go to the training salles to cool off as he seethed in his wrath when he spotted that one far too pretty looking Serf that had come aboard McCragge’s Honor a few months ago. Not that he had noticed them at all. Or that he’d been, for some reason, tracking them from time to time. Not that he’d sought them out while he was in a temper because of Throne-cursed Ventris.

Their large eyes staring up at him, with tears starting to gather at the corners of their eyes. Tch. Pathetic. Even as something else shifts in his hearts at seeing their emotional reaction to him. He’d hardly said much and they were already acting like he was being a Bastard. So he scowls down at them some more and snarls that they need to be tougher to survive as a Serf serving Astartes.

"Leave," He barks and you bow and scurry off and away from him as you continue to do your duties, trying to figure out what it was that you did to upset the Second Captain of the Ultramarines.

[banan0isblue]

[sunnydbeam]

Is Tipsie taking good care of Fleas? AND WHERE DID THAT CAT GO?

HAHDHA @theabsolutelychaoticsimp REPORT YOURSELF RIGHT NOW U LIAR

Fleas is fiiine! Tipsie has inevitably grown attached. I will post an update soon

[threadmonster]

Concept:

It's May 4th and Shinra has been talking about his plans to marathon Star Wars with Celty. He isn't particularly interested in the series but Celty is intrigued by aliens and all. Izaya is annoyed. Of course Shinra, as usual, only cares about Celty. It still makes him feel gloomy though, it's not like Shinra ever forgot his birthday before.

He gets even more annoyed when Shinra calls him for a favor. Why should he care if Shinra forgot a few things at the store? But it's fine, whatever, it's not like he has anything better to do. Even his own sisters didn't bother to send him his birthday death threat.

Shinra told him to let himself in. He doesn't know why all the lights are off. He huffs and turns them on all just to be bombarded by a chaotic mess of "Happy Birthday" wishes and a camera flash in his face.

He doesn't know what to say or how to react. He sees Shinra, Celty, his sisters, Kyohei and the van gang, Simon was there. He wants to get mad, how dare he be fooled like this. In truth, he doesn't even know how to feel about it.

You see, his self-worth is so low that he can't understand, people do care about him.

[amelia-yap]

scratchy

[sracha]

something something vampire bats french kissing with mouthfuls of blood

[ascendancy-echoes]

Chapter 37: The Keep

1 AG, Unknown Lands

The way back was faster since Flea could teleport them both short distances to save time traveling and he remembered the way back, but there was a day or two where Flea and Zarya had to walk so Flea could rest. As they made their way back, Flea tried once more to ask Zarya about the Gate and how she knew of such a thing. It took some effort on her part, but Zarya did her best with a mixture of her cards and spoken words to explain the story she had been told by her mom and dad. A tale of time travel and learning magic and fighting a big bad monster called Lavos to save the world. She also talked about her ‘Uncle Crono’ and ‘Aunt Marle’, showing Flea their pictures on her cards. They had helped her mom and dad, she claimed.

If Flea had still harbored any doubt that Zarya knew about time travel, the mention of Lavos and the familiar images of Crono and Marle upon Zarya’s cards erased that notion. The images on the cards may have shown two adults, but there was no mistaking the fact these adults were those teenagers that he had met, now all grown up. Flea had a good memory for what people looked like even if he sometimes failed to remember names without practice. It could also be no coincidence that the Lavos he had overheard Ozzie muttering about, the very thing that caused him to warn Glenn and those kids, was the same entity that Zarya’s parents allegedly fought.

Another thing that Zarya shared was that the adults in her life knew Glenn and missed him. She told Flea that he had “gone back home” as did some other people but Flea didn’t care to pay attention to their names. All that mattered was that Glenn had survived the fight and escaped. That meant Glenn could deal with Zarya once they got back to his time.

One thing Zarya was unable to answer was whether or not Slash was alive. If Slash had died before he could tell a soul of Flea’s betrayal, then he could probably go back to other Daemons with none the wiser. He certainly didn’t want to lead the Mystics in Slash or Ozzie’s absence. Deep down, Flea didn’t desire that kind of responsibility. He had only accepted Ozzie’s promotion to become one of his Generals as a means to get away from grunt-work. Ideally, he'd resign as the Void Mage General and go live a quiet life away from the fighting. Maybe he could make things work with Glenn after Glenn helped Zarya. 

~o~O~o~

One day, Zarya asked him why he had been hurt when she found him, although it came out more as a flat statement that he had been covered in big cuts and not awake when she found him. She pointed out that she could see he had scars on his arms and shoulder. At first Flea told her he didn’t want to talk about it, but Zarya asked again later that day and then again at nightfall. 

Flea couldn’t help but vividly recall those terrifying minutes when he had been repeatedly cut by Slash’s sword and how he had been kicked down the stairs into darkness before waking up to Zarya healing him. Remembering how reckless he had been dredged up feelings of shame and anger. Deciding to tell Zarya something so she wouldn’t ask again, he told her that he had been in a fight and didn’t remember going through a Gate, so he didn’t know anything about them. He added that he didn’t want to talk about it any further to which Zarya nodded in understanding.

~o~O~o~

As they neared the area where they had met, Zarya told Flea about the empty castle she had seen. Flea easily spied the building from the sky but it was a pile of rubble compared to the keep Ozzie had used. The keep sat up on the hill very close to the clearing where they had appeared surrounded by a dried up moat. From the air above the keep, Flea could also see the forest thinned out to the distance to the northeast and there were farms and houses. Upon seeing there had been a settlement of some kind so close to where he had appeared, Flea felt absolutely enraged with himself. If he had just thought to fly up to scout after the first night, then he wouldn’t have spent over two weeks trekking along the river with Zarya. They could have found out sooner that they were stuck in the past. Maybe then Zarya would have said something sooner about the Gates she was so sure existed.

A thorough investigation of the keep showed that it was structurally sound. It had a few rooms that appeared to be bed chambers with fireplaces, a few empty rooms which were maybe for a chapel or storage, perhaps a guard house in the lower level and a kitchen on the other side of a central courtyard. Judging from the overgrowth that hid the road to the keep, the structure had been abandoned for some decades. At least the roofs were intact and the furniture hadn’t rotted away.

After convincing Zarya to stay at the keep, Flea investigated the nearby farms and town and found out it was a Daemon town much to his slight relief. Sneaking around and eavesdropping, he learned that it was early springtime. At least this meant he and Zarya weren’t going to freeze to death anytime soon. With this knowledge, he returned to the keep with food for the both of them and told Zarya they would stay at the keep. The keep seemed like a good place to stay, far enough that no one would bother them but close enough that Flea could go and get things they would need in a timely manner. He explained the arrangement to Zarya; she would work on opening the Gate and he would get them supplies when needed.

While sneaking around the town the next day, Flea learned more about this point in history. He learned there was a plague of some kind that was sweeping through the human hamlets, towns and cities of this continent, wiping out entire populations and decimating others. The disease would apparently cause its victims to waste away and seemingly rot alive. A horrible and prolonged suffering before death would claim them. Very few survived. Mystics, it seemed on the other hand, were immune according to the rumors he overheard while stealing supplies. Flea wondered if this was true and if so, why. He decided it was yet another reason to stay away from humans in this era besides avoiding altering the course of history any further than their arrival had.

~O~

One day, Flea decided that since he was stuck with Zarya for the time being, he should teach her everything he knew about magic. If she could copy his innate ability to shapeshift, then she could probably learn everything else he knew. He learned a couple of things in the first few days of taking on Zarya as a pupil. For one, she was terrifyingly quick to learn the spells he knew, casting them easily after only being shown a few times. However, teleportation and levitating took a lot out of her and she could only do either for extremely short distances. Secondly, she was terrible at waiting to follow his directions and nearly burnt the both of them on numerous occasions casting her fire spell and accidentally blinded him once copying his iridescent beam spell. He was grateful at that moment that his spell was a temporary one. He actually began to wonder if it was dumb luck that had allowed her to save him that fateful day that they met.

In turn, Zarya tried to teach Flea how to cook. She begged him to help nearly every meal, but then she would pout and take over the moment he started to make a mistake, telling him ‘No’ and showing him the ‘right’ way to do things. Flea thought that she was overly particular about how meat should be prepared and cooked when he was able to steal some. She was adamant about handwashing before and after touching raw ingredients much to his confusion and annoyance. Flea thought the liberal use of soap was a bit much. He had only ever used the stuff to bathe when he got the chance to sneak off to an inn in disguise back in his time. He counted himself lucky she somehow knew how to conjure water so they didn’t have to travel to the river to get it.

~o~O~o~

After a few days or so in the keep, Zarya asked about going into town with Flea. She used her magic to give herself pointed ears and stated firmly that she was a Mystic like Flea before repeating her request. Flea was hesitant to take her into town, worried that she would do something to reveal herself as a human and endanger them both. He told her he would think about it. He didn’t intend to, but after being asked for the twelfth time that morning, he relented. He told Zarya she could go with him to get supplies, but that she had to stay disguised and stay quiet. He stressed the importance of lying about when and where they were truly from. They could say they had traveled far, a sliver of truth in their lie, but no one would believe them about being from the future. Not that they could prove it being so far in the past where records were scarce to nonexistent by Flea’s era. 

Zarya, for the most part, seemed to understand. She did not mention being a human or that she was from the future. She did, however, almost conjure a flame in the middle of the town square. Flea quickly put a stop to her efforts and quietly emphasized that she couldn’t just cast spells at random like that. As he hurried her back to the keep, Flea told Zarya that she had to have some self control if she wanted to stay safe while they were stuck in this era. Zarya protested going back, but Flea had made up his mind. He wasn’t going to give in next time she asked and told her so. She could just stay at the keep so she could focus on finding a way to open the time portal she insisted existed. 

~o~O~o~

Flea woke up to the sound of Zarya singing to herself down the hall. He peered toward the window. It was still dark out. Why did she have to get up so damned early? She always got up right before dawn and would routinely wake him before he was ready to get up. Groaning, he buried his face in his pillow and called out for Zarya to sing more quietly. Laying there and still hearing her singing, he thought to himself that he should be used to this by now. It had been about a few weeks of it, but this was his new life. He was a magical mentor and guardian to a strange kid from the future. A kid who told him every day that she would find a way home for them.

Things quieted down and Flea sighed. Maybe this time he could get some more sleep. However, just as his mind began to drift off, the door slammed open and Zarya came into the room.

“Good morning!”

Flea sat up, startled and confused. “Wha- It’s not even dawn, kid!”

“Flea’s birthday?” Zarya chimed quizzically.

“What the hell is a birthday?” Flea asked. The word sounded obvious but he had learned that often Zarya wasn’t that straightforward about things.

Zarya looked at him in equal confusion. She had been wondering for a while when Flea’s birthday was. Surely his birthday was soon. How could he not know what a birthday was? Reaching into her messenger bag, Zarya got out her flashcards. She pointed to the pictures of cake and another for “happy” and then an odd picture labeled “calendar” before telling Flea her own birthday and then repeating her question about his birthday.

“You’re asking what day I was born? How the hell would I know that?” Flea grumbled. “We didn’t do that kinda thing where I grew up and I didn’t exactly have time for it when I was fighting in a war.”

Zarya frowned some more and abruptly left the room without another word. Flea sat there, dumbfounded and unsure if he should try to go back to sleep or accept defeat and get up. He laid back in the bed and stared at the ceiling as he debated which choice to make. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep but he was sure that Zarya would just come barging in the moment he drifted off once more.

When Zarya didn’t return to pester him, Flea got up and shapeshifted his look for the day. He had given up on looking fabulous, opting for more practical clothes. Who was there to compliment him besides Zarya, who was as naive as she was kind, and the town of Daemon a several hours travel northeastward?

He found breakfast, a steaming bowl of porridge and a cup of tea, sitting on the table in the small and primitive kitchen. No Zarya in sight. Maybe she had gone back to the room that she had claimed. As he ate, Flea found himself grateful that for all of Zarya’s bizarre behaviors and quirks, at least the kid could cook. He also realized that the keep was awfully quiet. Zarya was always talking to herself or singing, yet he didn’t hear her voice. As he ate, he wavered between trying to convince himself that Zarya wasn’t truly his responsibility and worrying about the young girl as he unconsciously picked up the pace on eating the food she had left for him. Finally, Flea reminded himself that Zarya held the literal key to him returning to his time so it would be in his best interest to ensure she was alright. Once he was finished eating, Flea checked the entirety of the keep only to discover that Zarya was nowhere inside the building. Flea let out a sigh and realized that Zarya had probably run off to town by herself.

After all… Where else was there to go?

[thebunnylord]

If I ever did a monster steam AU, I would have all of the engines go floof in the winter, and then blow their coat in the summer.

And have welsh coal be the engine equivalent of catnip because yes…

[thenixkat]

I do know that due to Laios' thing about trying to talk shit out first and generally not retaliating or defending himself when people are being dicks to him in this au people sometimes forget that he's a werewolf a lot and when they do remember tend to view his wolf forms with 'big friendly dog' lenses instead of a 230+ lb giant carnivore who very much could tear them to pieces if they keep pushing him and hitting him but chooses not to b/c grown folks are supposed to use their words/he'd rather not harm folks if it can be avoided/fighting back never worked out much in his experience.