#hes actually *the* skrunkle

[spideyachilles]

will solace spiderman AU !!<3 (hes making the :3 face at u rn)

[lanshappycorner]

it took me like 3 years but i have updated Isaac's model !!! meet Isaac 2.0

[whumpsoda]

i leave a box of magically shrunken, kitten-sized highland cows at adrastus’s doorstep ^_^ little treat for malak!!

Malak is utterly and absolutely delighted, overwhelmed by their adorable nature. Not once does he separate himself from the animals, carrying them along with him everywhere he goes as they climb all over him. He pets them, plays with them, bathes with them, watches television with them, and most commonly of all, sleeps with them.

Malak names each and every one a very special name, something he thinks fits their appearance and personality. He tucks each one in every single night, giving them a little kiss to the forehead :] they are inseparable, and he trusts no one else with them beside Nevan <3 he would no doubt protect them with his life!

[alchemistgoose]

I LOVE U SICKLY OLD MAN

[hobbithabits]

I haven’t watched Deep Space 9 yet, but I know when I do I’m going to love it so much. I love TOS, which I’m watching now, and my biggest note for it was that I wanted to see more variation in the aliens. I NEEDED some more fucked up looking guys, ya know? DS9 stuff started showing up for me and it immediately satisfied exactly what I needed in my life.

Man who isn’t actually a man and is a undefined pile of goo? Absolutely yes please. Capitalistic criminal bastard (who is goo guy’s foil (romantically???)) with a noggin that is humongous?? Love it, give me more. Lizard man who is totally a spy but he’s Not A Spy he is a Simple Tailor and is ASTRONOMICALLY GAY??? What more would I ever need in my life?

(It’s Julian Bashir. I need him. I NEED H- anyway.)

I’m contemplating skipping over TNG to watch DS9 first and then going back to it. I am so excited for queer aliens that ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE ALIENS you have NO idea.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

HEY!! REALLY QUICK PLEASE READ!

STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

I'm sick of seeing reblogs that tag my work as dark content, when I'm specifically trying to LIGHTEN UP THE SAGAU TAG 😭😭??

Please be more respectful of this. Actually read the work before you just tag it incorrectly. Tags do matter.

/nm /gen

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

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You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

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Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

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it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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sorry abt the radio silence! I just needed to close my mailbox bc i had a lot of stuff to answer, ur welcome to send submissions to chat/non-requests!

and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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Safe Travels Stranger,

💀♒

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♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @justlostintheinternet   / @assassinsnake101 /@sun-wokung

If ur tag is here and didnt work, idk why!

Maybe see if your listed as a "searchable blog"?

[minty-mumbles]

LU Survey 2024 Results

The long awaited results of the survey. Thank you guys for being so patient with me :)

There were 350 responses to the survey this year! Not as many as there were last year, but still impressive. If you want to look at the raw data for this, you can do so here

Demographics

General Questions

Favorites and Least Favorites

Blank Space Question (Select Answers)

I'm so normal about Legend (the biggest lie I've ever told)

WIND BABY WIND OUGH IHGH UUOA I AM SICK FOR HIM MY SKRUNKLE MY OUGHGHHGJUA BELOVED

Remember that fandom is a community! Reach out to each other and learn something new! Give someone a compliment! Ask them a question! Encourage new artists and writers who are still learning! Thank you Mint for doing the survey again, too!

The fact no one has thought of calling Warrior's Zelda, "Areia" hurts me deeply "Hyppolita" even, please, with how much shipping there is between them, people sure are eager to name her after goddesses who have vowed to never have romantic relationships.

I dont think the fandom talks about it but i really love that every single piece of sky clothing is embroidered, because unless skyloft has embroidery machines thats all hand done. Which means either someone he knows makes a lot of them and gives them out freely (i give most of my projects to friends and family) or he would have paid someone for it, which means that either someone on skyloft lives of decorating clothing (and likely other fabrics) or someone just uses it to get some extra money (both are amazing since in the modern day people dont want to pay for handcrafted works what its actually worth)

Shark skeletons are made of cartilage, not bone

It's dangerous to go alone. Take this. 🦆

FOUR SUPREMACY🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥💚❤️💙💜💪💪💪💪🔛🔝💯💯💯💯💯

No but the Athena/Artemis thing is so real. What’s up with that. Why did we pick Artemis? Why did we do that?

I find it so funny how the fandom has decided to call Dark Link "Dink" because whenever I play a Zelda game I name my character Dink or Dinkus :D I started doing this waaaaay before I knew about LU

Im so excited for Echos of Wisdom! I find it really funny that Nintendo keeps making it harder for JoJo to stick to the plan, I'm pretty sure it's Legend and Fable but I'm not certain any ways Im really happy!

I love how LU is a culmination of so many of my favorite tropes from other fandoms! It’s been really comforting and nostalgic for me despite the fact that I only got into it this year. Especially since so many creators I liked have been getting revealed as problematic, it’s nice to be able to fall back on fictional characters who can’t ruin the lives of real people. :)

[mixter-crown]

The Lark, a group dedicated to The Harkers, and also a bunch of skrunkles (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~✨🌳🐐🐰🫎✨

Here's close ups! :

Kingsley ! He's showing if his wealth (I didn't realize the cricket currency are actual crickets until right before posting lol)

Added: oh btw Yarrow and Story are part of the Harkers, not the Lark. I kinda implied that they did whoops-

Clémentine! Their mask and hair were fun to draw :>>

Cole ! I miscalculated how long her ears would be so I redrew him a bunch hehe

Perrine ! I didn't have much reference for her but I think I did her well 🤗

Story and Yarrow ! Yarrow was the most fun to draw honestly :D i also dk how to draw horns but it is satisfying to see the symmetry. (+Story is definitely standing on a stool !!)

Thanks for looking though my art ^^ this is like the only thing I'm drawing rn and helped with my art block :>

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 10

Warnings: severe touch starvation, forced living weapon/fighter, captive living weapon, war, bleeding & bullet wounds

Whumpee jumped in his skin as the door to his prison suddenly came banging open, a heavily bleeding figure stumbling in.

He was shocked to see it was Flint, covered in blood and deep injuries, barely standing as he hobbled and stumbled over to the wall Whumpee was pinned against.

"We're under attack," Flint coughed, and blood spattered the concrete in front of him from his mouth. And to his amazement, Flint started uncuffing him, fumbling with a key in hands made slippery with his own blood. He ripped the muzzle off next, throwing it to the side, and Whumpee was too stunned to move, unsure what to do.

Flint stood trembling in front of him, bleeding heavily and eyes wild with terror as he coughed more blood on the floor. "Weapon... it's Leader's men. They're invading, and making their way to the North end of the facility, which is where the children and mothers are kept." His gaze was desperate and pleading as he looked at Whumpee, so different from the cold, collected general Whumpee had seen before.

"Myra is there," Flint choked out. "I might be making the biggest mistake in history right now by letting you out, but..." He shoved something large into Whumpee's hands, and Whumpee realized it was his fighting blades, sheaths and all. "We need Weapon. You might go back to Leader's side for all I know and kill us all, but I'm desperate. We are badly losing this fight. Please, Weapon... save us. Save Myra. You said you were tired of all the fighting and killing... if you help my men stop this senseless slaughter, fight one last time, then you will be free. I swear upon my life I will never force you to be a weapon like Leader has, and you will have your freedom back. I will not chain you again.”

Whumpee glanced from the daggers he'd been handed to Flint's face, searching for a trick... but he found none. "...Which way is North?"

"Right outside this room if you take a left then you'll be facing the right way," Flint wheezed breathlessly. "And take this too--" he shed his own protective vest and offered it to the living weapon, which had a few holes and blood spatters on it. But it was better than no protection at all.

Whumpee put it on, despite it being a few sizes too small for his tall, muscular form. "...You really trust me already?"

"No, I don't. But... I don't exactly have a choice, now, do I?" Flint rasped. "If you go out there right now, you're going to be fighting against your own team, killing off your allies. Do you think you can handle that?"

"They're not my allies anymore," Whumpee answered with venom. He remembered everything Leader had taken from him now, bits and pieces of memory slowly coming back.

And Myra... she needed help. And if it took him being the cold-hearted Weapon again, then he'd willingly play the role of the killing machine one last time. To save her. And... because he was beginning to realize more and more that maybe the enemy Leader had been pitting him against were actually the good guys all along.

Flint wiped blood from his brow with the back of his sleeve, breathing harsh and ragged. But his eyes were fiery with determination. "Then go out there... and do what you were trained to do, Weapon. Wreak chaos, and show no mercy," he growled. "I'll rejoin the fight as soon as I can once I get more ammo -- Leader's ambush took us all by surprise, and none of us were armed or ready for it.”

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[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat CYOA #7

TLLR AU masterlist | TLLR masterlist

content: whumpee pov, lab whump, sprained ankle, scientist carewhumper

You chose: Explore the room you find yourself in.

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Now that you’re alone for a bit, you decide to explore this room further. There’s really not much that you didn’t see from just quickly glancing around earlier; the room is incredibly empty. The only other thing besides the nightstand and bed is a wooden chair in the corner. You open the drawer to the nightstand and find a couple folded up… hospital gowns? Strange, but that’s it. The bed is covered in clean white sheets and warm blankets that make you want to bundle up and go to sleep.

But you need to focus. There’s the open door that presumably leads to the bathroom. You stand, careful not to put any pressure on your ankle as you use the wall to make your way over there.

The bathroom isn’t anything special either. Toilet, bath, sink, soap, toothbrush, the basic essentials. Everything you need. You notice there’s even your favorite watermelon toothpaste. Odd. How did he know…?

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your messy hair hangs over your eyes, completely covering them. Goosebumps suddenly spread across your skin and you shiver, pulling your hood up over your head.

Something feels… strange.

You shake yourself out of it. It’s probably nothing! Focus.

You realize that you actually need to use the toilet, so you quickly get that out of the way before heading back into the room.

Anton still isn’t back yet, so you try the other door. Locked, like you thought, but it was worth a shot. You pull harder, but it won’t budge. There’s not much else to do now but sit back down on the bed and wait. You stare at the ceiling and notice a vent in the corner. The glass of the window looks too thick to try to break.

You wonder what time it is. Is it still nighttime, or morning already? How long were you out for? Your stomach growls with hunger… is he planning on feeding you? How long is he planning on keeping you here for anyway? The anticipation of not knowing anything is unbearable.

Eventually, you see him walking up towards this room again. You're worried about what he’ll do to you. There’s no way out of here. At least, there isn’t with the door closed. It will open soon, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip out past him and escape from this room.

next

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some pretty strange things are gonna start happening soon :3 teehee

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Adopted.

16-Things change.

Masterlist.

They are at it again. Ray rolls his eyes, and almost instantly flinches when he remembers someone might actually see him.

The screams can be heard from across the room, and it's worse when Master walks into the living room where he's at, with Star and Leo following him.

"Why don't we try something different this time?" Asks Master, holding Leo's leash and petting his head with his other hand.

"No, I don't want to, Master! I want to go with you, I have to go with you. I always go with you!"

Star has been yelling and complaining for a whole day since Master told them he won't be taking them with him to his office this year. And Ray knows Star's tantrum won't stop until the last second when Master finally steps out the house and takes one of his other Pets with him.

Every year, Master takes one of them to his job, and so do the other people that work for him. It's kind of a special day, Master had explained to them.

And Master takes Star with him almost every year, except when they are sick or have a doctor's appointment, in that case he takes Leo; he likes being pet and when people show him funny things on their phones.

On the other hand, Liam hates those reunions, he says common people have common Pets, and he usually doesn't mind where he is to spit out those comments; the first and last time Master took him with him, Liam almost throws up.

"Star, please. What if I let you invite your friends over next week? You're going to have a nice play date and-"

"No! No, I don't want to, I want to go with you!" All of Star's makeup is ruined by now, their hands are shaking and they look far far away from the 'Perfect Pet' mask they always put on when speaking to Master. Ray could almost pity them. "And why are you taking him with you?! He's stupid! He's ugly, and stupid, and... And... And he's going to embarrass you! He doesn't take anything serious, he doesn't care about this as much as I do, because he's just a stupid default of a Pet!"

Yeah... No. That little bitch can go and drown in their skincare products already if they want to.

Ray takes a look around to see if the others are as uncomfortable as he is. Liam is staring at Star with a grossed out face, typical of him; and the new Pet, Micah, seems to be having a mix of confusion and worry towards them.

"Star dear, please. Just this time, I promise I'm going to take you with me next year. Be good, please." Master assures Star and pets their head with a soft smile. He's always been too soft towards Star, probably because they were his first Pet, which made him spoil them rotten to this extent.

There's nothing Ray can do, though. Master is never going to love him like he does with the others, because he is not like them. The others are pretty, or smart, or fun to have around; things Ray is not.

Is okay. He is not meant to be soft. Nor smart. Nor fun. He is just meant to protect the Pets that do have those qualities.

And while Ray stares at the ceiling, wondering what Star is going to ask for after this, Master's voice rings in his ears.

"And I'm not taking Leo with me, I'm just preparing his leash for his evening stroll. The ones I'm taking with me are Ray and Micah."

Silent fills the room, and Ray wants nothing but to hide himself somewhere dark and alone.

Everyone's head has turned towards him, and Ray is pretty sure that if Star could kill him right now, they would.

"You know, Micah also needs to get to know more Pets. Make new friends, and maybe find a cute play partner. I think this is going to be a nice experience for him."

It doesn't matter how much Master talks about how Micah is going to enjoy himself at that meeting, Ray can't ignore the way Star's eyes are fixed on their back.

This is going to be a long week.

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@sola-whumping

@octopus-reactivated

@otter-chaos-violence

@taterswhump

@paperprinxe

@risk606

@silly-scroimblo-skrunkl

@watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@starfields08000

[capobegone]

The Hashiras’ Starbucks Orders (As told by a barista)

Capo job reveal! During my lovely six months working at Starbucks, I have acquired enough knowledge of my craft to confidently predict people’s orders. Just today, a lady came up who looked like she would order a caramel ribbon crunch five minutes before closing, and she proceeded to do exactly that! Which got me thinking—I love my job, and I love KNY, so why not use this superpower to match the drink to the Hashira?

So, uh, here we are!

Kanroji Mitsuri

-Starting off strong with our pink drink girlie! To be specific, it’s a pink drink with matcha cold foam. One of my coworkers gets some variation of this regularly and says it’s delicious.

-I couldn’t decide between matcha or pink drink for her so we met in the middle!

Kocho Shinobu

-In my heart, I desperately want to give her a Dragon Drink, but we all know that is not what she would get. Perhaps on a special occasion!

-Shinobu is a black brewed coffee type of gal, because it’s fast and efficient and will get her through the day so she can return to her Douma-killing, hospital-running routine! Girlboss!

Iguro Obanai

-We know from canon that Obanai can’t have heavier things without feeling sick, so one sip from Mitsuri’s drink would probably kill him instantly. Enter the light and fresh passion tea! It’s herbal and easy on the palate, which is right up his alley. His Starbucks dates with Mitsuri are officially saved!

-The pup cup is for Kaburamaru :D

Uzui Tengen

-He likes the drinks with long names so it’s extra flashy when the baristas call them out. Therefore, he gets the White Chocolate Macadamia Cream Cold Brew. -Besides, look how pretty that is!! I bet he has one of those bedazzled tumblers for extra flamboyance.

Tomioka Giyuu

-To be honest, I have literally no explanation for this. I thought about him and my brain immediately provided Hazelnut Latte with oat milk. So that’s what he gets.

-It’s warm and comforting which my man definitely needs. Besides the oat milk implies he’s lactose intolerant which is hilarious LMAO rip Giyuu

Shinazugawa Sanemi

-Sanemi strikes me as a pretty down to earth, no-nonsense kind of guy in his day to day. Therefore, he gets a classic Americano. (He’ll get it hot in the winter.)

-Surprisingly, I feel like he would be pretty nice to the baristas. A little gruff, but respectful and would probably tip his change. Unless you fuck with him, so best to just give him his coffee and bid him adieu.

Rengoku Kyojuro

-Alright, alright, I know I’m taking the easy way out on this one. But I genuinely think he would get it because it looks like him and he finds it amusing! It’s popular with his juniors too, so he’d probably get them drinks as well. -I actually had this drink today and it was pretty good, so he would stick around for the bright flavor!

Tokito Muichiro

-I wanted to say London Fog SO BADLY LMAO but let’s be real he’s like fourteen years old. The Vanilla Bean Frappuccino is every child’s favorite, which is valid because it’s fucking delicious.

-One day he would come in and slam a doppio espresso and give all the baristas a heart attack.

Himejima Gyoumei

-Gyoumei definitely strikes me as a warm and cozy drink guy, so he gets a chai tea latte!

-It’s wholesome and delicious. He’ll cry when the baristas give it to him because it’s so good. Often comes by to pick up a drink for Genya because Sanemi refuses to do it himself.

Anyway that concludes my official analysis! Which is totally based in facts and data and not at all conjecture. As always if I missed your skrunkle feel free to infiltrate my ask box or replies! And I wanna hear your ideas too so do tell if you have a different take :D <3

[allthegothihopgirls]

it’s baptism anon again… thoughts on robin lives?

(also ya boy is still working on that reveal art… and also i got all three issues of the boy wonder so. autism won last night)

congrats baptism anon u actually just got me to read my first comic in weeks.. god's work

i liked the first issue. it felt a bit underwhelming but i guess that's to be expected of a series not meant to be a standalone, rather a piece to an overarching story.

the colouring is super cool.. the contrast in the rich colours of bruce's scenes, to the muted blues and purples of jasons. additionally the brightest colours of the issue appearing when jason puts the robin suit back on.. very nice.

i'm not a big fan of the narration perspective really at all. it would be much more interesting to me if it were alfred or something. hell, i'd even take clark narrating over that doctor.

i did like this little comment though (who would have guessed):

on another note.. angry dad bruce wayne i did not miss you at all. what a dick.

and can i just point out how jason's dialogue here literally just sounds like the same rinsed and repeated takes i see abt ADITF on here daily.. like he just went and tapped into the 1 collective fandom braincell over in those parts and spoke his mind..

something about jason being told to join her in the grave.. and the zombie connotations... he's literally destined to resonate with monsters i'm sorry

yeah okay i don't really have anything else to say abt this issue. do look at the tiny skrunkles though.. and ivy who got her 1 panel cameo

[rw-makeastory]

Welcome to the blog.

This is rw-makeastory, an askblog where all you slugcats, scavengers, lizards, vultures, iterators, lantern mice, or other critters can help create a story. We are currently in the 2024-2025 storyline, which will end on January 1st, 2026. The blog pfp is a placeholder! We need submissions for a profile picture!

So how does it work?

It's actually pretty simple. You read the story so far (found under the cut at the end of the introduction) and send in an ask. You can submit any length ranging from as little as a sentence to as much as 2 paragraphs. Please do not submit whole books though.

Make sure that before you submit, you read these rules:

• Only send in one ask at a time, but once your ask is answered, feel free to submit another!

• No NSFW, some of the mods are minors!!

• It's fine to be chaotic, but don't change everything like crazy. Example of what would be allowed: Saint decides to randomly do a handstand while running from the lizard. Example of what wouldn't be allowed: The whole world then exploded and came back completely new

• Don't make your submission end in an ending to the whole story!! Unless we have specified that we are looking for an ending to the current story, any submission that ends with the whole story being put to a stop will be deleted and ignored.

• No slurs or excessive swearing. One or two swears are alright depending on the length of your submission, but for the love of scugs, don't swear like a sailor.

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We tag cw pet death, cw death, cw abuse, and cw angst. If you have anything else that you would like us to tag, let us know in asks.

Mod intro time!!

@glowingvoid: Hello, I go by Skrunkle or Glow. They/it/he pronouns please! I am transgender and aroace. I hope you all have fun here. I am the first mod and the creator of this blog.

@voldkat: HI !! VOIDKAT HERE !! just use they/them on me and you'll be fine :3 i specialize in writing for iterators , but i may dabble in other things as well . looking forward to writing with you all !! <3

STORY (SO FAR) BENEATH THE CUT

The Saint wandered through the chilly storm. The freezing wind stung their cheeks like a million bees. In the distance, they saw a lantern. A beautiful, glowing lantern. Finally, some solace in the wind... They thought while holding on to their chest. (@glowingvoid)

The Saint walked over and picked the lantern up carefully in their soft green paws. They stood back up and continued to trudge through the snow, sniffing here and there for food. They would occasionally brush the freezing snow from their green fur with one paw. The blizzard eventually reached a point where the snowflakes would quickly became a fierce snowstorm. The Saint needed to find a shelter, and fast. (Anonymous)

The saint found a shelter, but there was a wounded strawberry lizard in there aswell. It seemed asleep, but could be woken up at any moment, the deciding factor was if it was safe or dangerous if it wakes up... (Anonymous)

Saint laid their head down, but was unable to sleep. They rolled over to inspect the strawberry lizard. It was losing blood at an alarming rate. The Saint was alarmed at the sight of stab wounds. It could be a scavenger... Or something else. (@glowingvoid)

The strawberry lizard let out whines of pain in its sleep, it's wounds were very fresh, it woke up but was too weak and in pain to try fight or harm the Saint. (Anonymous)

Saint felt like they should do something to help the poor creature, but what? It wasn't like they knew medicine of any kind. They couldn't put it out of it's misery, either. But they could provide it with comfort and warmth. Setting their lantern between the two species, they smiled softly and reached out, trying to pet the creature and reassure it that it was safe here. (@angelofchaos001)

The strawberry lizard hissed at saint’s gesture, Saint hesitated for a moment, before ultimately deciding to go through with the action. The lizard didn’t lash out as saint rested a paw on its head, likely due being too injured to muster the strength to snap at them.after a moment of contact, the creature seemed to calm to saint’s touch perhaps realizing they weren't here to harm it. (Anonymous)

Saint and the lizard both looked at each other with a pitiful stare. Eventually, the Saint decided to curl up next to the lizard. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. (@glowingvoid)

The steely doors clamped shut. All that was left was to go to sleep and wake up again to see the same frosting world. The shelter was big enough to not be shoulder to shoulder with the lizard, but small enough that there was minimal stretching room. The saint did not feel friendly enough to move closer to the strawberry lizard, but also of fear of being bitten. The Saint left out a hefty sigh. He curled up with his back against the wall and hugged his lantern tight. (Anonymous)

the next day, the Saint woke up to a strange, red, smokey slugcat (anonymous)

“holy shit” Said Saint unsurprised. But they were in fact, very surprised. (@astur-x)

"It's been a long time" the maroon slugcat rasped. Their voice was hoarse as if they had only breathed smoke for years. The saint recognised that voice. (Anonymous)

“How the hell are you still alive?” Saint asked. The red Slugcat shook their head, “Don’t know, who’s your friend there?” They pointed to the injured lizard. “I’m not sure, I found them like this in the shelter,” Saint sighed. (@dehydrationcat)

"Hmm. Well, they can't travel in that state and we can't stay here. Come on." The slugcat staggered towards the shelter entrance. Their movements were irregular, it looked like every step caused them pain. (Anonymous)

Saint hesitated. "You don't seem to be fit for travel yourself." They reached over to pat the lizard beside them. It growled, but didnt bite. "We can always stay close to here. I don't have anywhere to be." (@angelofchaos001)

[whumpninja]

I’m pretty proud that I actually managed to give myself the shivers with this piece. This entry features Dr. Fowler and Kestrel from my story W.M.D.- it’s set a year or so before the main story begins.

Whumptober Taglist: @whumperofworlds

W.M.D. Taglist (let me know if you only want to be tagged in full chapters!): @whumperofworlds @mysticalburntpaper @scoundrelwithboba @paperprinxe @fruitypineapple00 @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @lancedoncrimsonwings @1seaweedbrain1 @whumppsychology @ziptiesnfries @maracujatangerine @whumpsoda

Prompt used: Whumptober non-consensual body modifications (although I think painful transformation counts too)

Featuring: whumper POV, lab whump, medical whump, probably some level of body horror, blood/muscle/flesh/gross body things, Dr. Fowler is terrifying

Whumptober Day Four: Winged Victory

Metaphors were insipid things- comparing a pretty girl to a summer's day, or the feeling of grief to the sensation of drowning, or a betrayal to a knife in the back. Dr. Fowler hated metaphors. He hated the comparison of unlike things in a pathetic attempt to be poignant and clever.

But standing over the finished stage of his project, he felt as though he had to make one indulgent metaphor. He was not a scientist any longer; he was an artist. The scalpel in his hand was a paintbrush. The work before him, a canvas.

The paint was the blood.

It wasn't perfect, of course. It never would be. No matter how carefully he cut and carved, there would be scarring. It was highly likely that an infection would set in- he could deal with it, but it would also probably leave marks. It wasn't a perfect piece of artwork.

But when one went to see Van Gogh's Starry Night, it was all the better because one could see the brushstrokes, the places where a master hand had swirled the paint into a dazzling night sky.

Dr. Fowler set the scalpel down and ran his fingers over the row of closely-spaced sutures. "These are my brushstrokes," he whispered, so softly that he could hardly hear himself. "I am the master artist. No, not brushstrokes. I am not a painter. I am a sculptor." He twisted the scalpel in his hand. "This is my chisel. This is my block of marble, carved into something beautiful."

The doctor adjusted a stray feather on the wing. It had been a hard, long surgery, grafting the wings into his subject. They'd come originally from a California condor; he'd extended them to the wingspan he needed, carefully implanting more bone and feather and blood vessels. And then he'd had to attach them, rooting them deep into his subject's shoulders and back. The site would take a long time to heal.

But when it healed-

"I saw a statue of the goddess Nike once," Dr. Fowler whispered. "Nike, the winged victory. That is what you will be. My victory.” He brushed a hand- still gloved, his process demanded absolutely no skin-to-skin contact- over the subject's back, brushing over the raw wounds. It shuddered beneath his fingers.

It had been screaming for awhile, when he made the first cuts and when he began grafting the wings in, but for now it was silent and still. It would need to be taught how to use its new gift. There was a risk that something could go wrong- a tendon might snap, a nerve could wither, a muscle could tear. The body might refuse to adjust. There was even a chance- a very slim chance- that Dr. Fowler himself had made an error, a very small one, and that tiny mistake could ruin the entire project. He could not use a weapon whose wings hung useless and limp from its back. It needed to fly.

If it could not, he would have to start over again.

Enough worry about failure, he chided himself. Look at what we've made.

It was a weapon. It was never intended to be beautiful. It would not have been beautiful to anyone else, all blood and flesh and exposed muscle and crumpled wings.

To Dr. Fowler, it was a work of art. He ran his fingers over the wings, and felt a tremor. There was a connection. The procedure had been a success. He knew it. He could feel it.

"You are going to do great things for me," he said into the silence of his makeshift laboratory. "My work of art, my bird of prey. My winged victory."

He smiled, satisfied with his work. "My Kestrel."