#his ghost powers are at the surface but due to not knowing how to use them they arent used

[bluerosefox]

Red Hooded Phantoms

Hmm

Another deaged or reborn Danny idea

But also Danny is Jason plotline. I've seen a few Danny is/reborn Dick, Tim, and a few rare Damian ones but I feel like we don't see a lot of Danny as Jason.

After being deaged by Vlad in another failed attempt to make Danny his son, he decided to try raising a deaged Danny instead because the boy would have no memories of his past, however during the struggle between Vlad and Team Phantom, Danny is sent into Vlad's lab portal and into the Zone, only for another random portal to open up and drop him into the DCverse and into a Gotham alleyway.

He is found by Shelia Haywood and well, we all know the life of Jason Todd after that.

Or he dies due to like the GIW, or bad Vlad, or bad Fenton Parents (Not picky on which) and is later reborn due to the damage done to his core.

It isn't until he dies and returns that Jason Danny feels like its something familiar, something is itching in the back of mind as he mindlessly wonders around Gotham after digging himself out of his grave.

And it only becomes more and more familiar when he is later found by the LOA/Talia and tossed into the Pits. Even the rage he gains feels familiar.

Later he becomes Red Hood, and that timeline happens.

Jason Danny doesn't find out the actual truth until one day the sky is ripped open by a glowing Lazarus green portal and a large armor covered being steps out, declaring he is there to fight for his crown/throne against the one that bested him last time and to bring forth Phantom for their battle.

And he had less than a few hours to come forward or else he will rip this world apart. (Pariah Dark may be a Tyrant King but he wanted his throne/crown back along with revenge against the one that stole it in the first place legitimately so it couldn't be denied)

A huge JL and JLD meeting is held and no one can find this 'Phantom'

So someone in JLD has a suggestion to summon someone from the Infinite Realms who might be able to help them locate Phantom (or maybe summon Phantom himself since he's technically the Ghost King.)

If we go with summoning someone other than Phantom, they manage to summon Jazz (whose acting as Queen Regent at the moment since Danny went missing)

And the moment he see's Jazz, Jason Danny feels his head and soul start to hurt. And memories he's sometimes see's in his dreams start bubbling into the surface.

[dragonshoardofworks]

Reincarnation Everlasting Trio Part 1 (DPxDC)

(I started this when my idle brain was disassociating on a job that I don't dislike but my boss is an ass, so go me, yey!)

And look at that! I managed to finish Part 1 just in time for Valentine's day!

Part 1 (you're here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Prompt: TUE happened (the timeline is a bit messed up, tho, so not everything followed the number of the episodes), but Clockwork didn't reverse the second explosion.

Danny, not wanting history to repeat itself, fakes his death along with his family and friends in the Nasty Burger and after ransacking the lab plus destroying the Portal (& FentonWorks since he's making it look like it was a full Ecto-filter's fault), he gtfo.

Danny's pretty done with life, but since he's a halfa, he's functionally immortal, so the only way to get "eternal sleep" is something similar to Pariah's sarcophagus.

But contrary to what the Ancients did back then, Danny would hide his coffin himself where no one would find him.

In a place rich of ambient ectoplasm (to power up the tech that would keep him “safe”), but inaccessible to anyone who doesn't have intangibility and even then he would put up an Ecto-shield to prevent anyone to bypass the solid bedrock that he would use as natural barricade.

Amity is not a safe Ecto-rich place anymore because of Vlad, so the next best city seems to be Gotham, what with the ley lines and several ghost curses layered on there.

So Danny digs a chamber hundreds meters under Gotham and builds from scratch his prison, going out only three or four times to get some missing scraps and just enough food and water to let him finish the job (completely ignoring the new vigilantes starting to go out at night).

(He meets Robin!Dick once and most likely a still-stray Jason, but he quickly forgets about them, since he's too depressed to care.)

Once finished the project, Danny goes stargazing as Phantom at the highest point of the city one last time, where (a still not overly paranoid) Batman converges to assess him as a threat.

The two talk and have a heart-to-heart (mostly because Bruce sees another grieving kid like Dick and tries somehow to help), but nothing B says is enough to make Phantom desist from what Bruce thinks is commiting suicide.

However, Danny still thanks him for trying and for treating him like a person (Anti-Ecto-Acts are mentioned during their talk and you can bet that later B is gonna check on them) and that Batman is going to be a good dad for his kids.

(This comment leads later to a kinder timeline than the mess that is canon. ꒰(@｀꒳´)꒱ )

Danny manages to snatch one hug from the man, then he flees to the secret chamber, where he “goes to sleep” after engaging every lock and shield.

Even if Batman managed to tag Danny with a bug, he misses his signal once he goes underground and that makes him regret not being able to save him.

Maybe if he had been more open and emotionally reachable, he would have succeeded?

(...and that's how Bruce starts to go to therapy, but shhhhh!)

Years pass and Danny stays as a Sleeping Beauty, however, despite being good at science, he doesn't know everything, so he couldn't have imagined that water would filter through the rock and start pooling inside the chamber (the equipment is luckily waterproof).

However, the passive Ecto-radiation and the small amount of pure ectoplasm that leaks from the top of the filter, makes the water slowly turn into its Lazarus variant.

Though, contrary to LoA’s Water, this Lazarus Pit is pure and uncorrupted due to the filtering machines. 

Over the years (~15… 😏) the water digs through the chamber and shapes it into a cave that eventually connects to the Batcave. 

Maybe the cave-in of a wall, makes some of the Robins go and check if the stability of the ground is still sound and find the Lazarus Pit that covers (almost) completely both the shield and sight of what's under the surface.

When the kids report, B asks for a complete scan of the Pit and it results in discovering that there's something at the bottom.

So they send an aquatic probe to look into it directly and come up to the coffin that has something written on the top in case some ghost did manage to find Danny's spot but not enter the barrier.

(The probe, being “normal”, is able to pass without problem through the shield, though.)

The text is written in multiple languages (just in case) and reads:

“Here lies Danny Phantom. Please do not disturb me while I'm resting, as I want to half-live the saying ‘I’ll sleep when I'm dead.’”

For the first time ever, Damian snorts in genuine amusement aloud and doesn't notice (the other Bats do and start freaking out), but then the camera zooms to the face of the boy inside the coffin and Bruce does a double take as he recognizes the kid he wasn't able to save.

That moment of shock is enough to make the man freeze and not be able to react in time to Damian lunging to the Pit and diving directly inside of it. 

The BatFam starts to freak out even more and try to direct the probe to go and save Damian, but at the end they just manage to see live what he's doing.

Like it's just a normal salvage, Robin!Damian just ignites the instant floating buoys and that makes all the equipment emerge, with Damian sitting on the top of the coffin, completely ignoring the calls of the Bats. 

Immediately, Damian starts hacking the controls of the coffin, but it's not needed since as soon as he starts typing, the computer lights up and seemingly recognizes him, giving him immediate full access. 

Still ignoring the calls (no one can reach him since he's too far from the shore), Damian disengages the lock and “defrosts” Danny.

It takes a bit for him to wake up, but as soon as Danny starts to blink blearily, Damian is into his face, shouting.

“‘I'll sleep when I'm dead’? Really, Danny? You absolute moron!” 

It takes a couple of seconds to register anything, but as soon as he does, Danny gasps and leaps at Robin, snake-bear hugging him, as he climbs and clings all over the other boy.

(If either of them is crying while laughing, no they aren't: it's just the lingering Lazarus Water on their faces.)

Too scared to accidentally trigger the unknown “being” into constricting Damian to death, the BatFam waits, analyzing the interaction.

(Cass silently reassures them that they aren't a threat.) 

“How?!” It's the first thing that ‘Phantom’ says, leaning a bit back to cup their hands on Damian's face, trying to look into his eyes, but the mask is in the way.

Casually, Robin unmasks himself (!!) and smirks smugly, holding the meta(?) by the waist.

“You do remember that incident at the Egyptian Exhibit, don't you?” A nod, accompanied by a desolate puppy-like expression. “Did you really think that I would have waited that long to come back and find you?”

This time the tears are undeniable and, to hide them, the being buries their head in the crook of Damian's shoulder, clinging harder, but not enough to harm him. 

“Where's Sam?” The being asks, muffled, after a while.

“No clue, I just started remembering from reading the pun and seeing your face.”

“Humph, that checks out. ...We'll have to go and look for her, since she's twice as stubborn as you and so she would have come back too.” Damian snorts in amusement, but nods. There's a pause, then Danny jolts, leaning back from him to look at the other better with a frown.

“Wait, why are you drenched in ectoplasm?!” He looks around and sees the Pit. “Wtf dude, this is so not healthy for you, com’on, I have to decontaminate you, you moron!”

(At this, Danny gets so many points in B’s books.)

“Nah, don’t bother.” Damian shrugs, putting a hand on his own chest. “I know my body and with the memory of past me coming back, I think I’m already on the way of becoming a halfa? At least, the humming beside my heart feels much like your Core.”

Danny startles and puts his own hand on the other’s to assess himself.

“Before taking a dip in this Pit to salvage your ass, it wasn’t noticeable, but the ectoplasm must have fed it enough to become active.” Damian guesses as Danny examines the evidence.

“Not ‘on the way’, try ‘already are’. How’s that even possible?” Danny gapes.

“Sweet! Now we can go flying together!” Damian beams.

“Forget that for a second and answer me! This feels like a complete baby-Core, much like mine right after the Accident, but at the same time it’s older?” Danny frowns. “Like 15 or so years old.” Looks up at Damian in confusion.

“That checks out. My current grandfather is a cultist revenant ass (*BatFam gasps in shock*) who’s obsessed with using Pits of corrupted ectoplasm to stay alive. I got tossed inside one a couple of times to be revived as well and I don’t doubt for a second that some of it was used to develop me in the artificial womb.”

“Duuuude, how does your new life sound more crazy than ours back then?”

“The merit of choosing to be reincarnated as the heir of a vigilante Father,” Damian points at the Bats with a thumb, making Danny notice them for the first time, “the ‘curse’ of an interesting life and the chance to meet you again, I guess.”

After a glance that promises ‘we’ll talk about that later’ to Damian, Danny turns properly to the BatFam and startles at seeing Batman. “Oh, it’s the Bat-dude!” Quick glance at the rest of the people, “I knew you would be a good dad! Tucker wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise!” 

There are various splutters from every BatFam member and Damian grumbles in embarrassment.

“Wait, you know him B?” Red Robin side-turns towards Batman, frowning. “There’s no report of him in any file of the Batcomputer. And I’ve read all of them.”

“...Because I never wanted a record of my failure glaring back at me. I already gave myself a hard time as it was, it would have made things worse and Black Canary agreed with that assessment.” B admits.

“What failure?” Jason (who has another vigilante name, since, you know, the Red Hood moniker was to spite B and in this timeline there’s no need for that) gapes.

“Probably me coming down here to get some ‘Eternal Sleep’.” Danny shuts off the barrier, picks up Damian and flies with him on the shore, phasing the residual ecto from their forms. “You thought it was an euphemism for suicide, not literal, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, you did give that impression. Are you alright, son?” B looks at Damian, still not outing his civilian name to be on the safe side.

“Of course, Father. This Ectoplasm Pit has none of the junk Grandfather’s has. Danny knows his stuff and his Ecto-filters are the top notch. (Danny blushes in the bg at the praise) Heck, it could even be used to cure Pit Madness or to revive people without it in the first place.”

“Let’s not try it, please!” Danny hastily intervenes, “No dying for anyone in my family allowed now that I’m back!” 

“Dude, we aren't immortal and you know that.” Damian shoulders Danny in scolding.

“They aren't immortal, you mean. You're a halfa now. Death won't stick on us in any way that matters, so I don't want anyone getting KiA at least. If they get to the point of being old and happy, then I'm fine with them going to rest. But don't think that I will leave your side any time soon.” Danny says pointedly at Damian, who bristles.

“That's completely insane, you can't be everywhere and above all you can't stalk me everywhere! I'm Robin, Batman's right hand, I won't be babysat when I have more experience than you no-” Damian's rant gets silenced by Danny kissing him.

Even after he lets go, Damian's brain is still blue screening while the BatFam is either gaping or catcalling.

“Tucker, or whatever you new name is, why do you think I went to sleep there after you all died in your past life?” Points at the coffin. “You remember that ‘Other Me’?”

“Vaguely, details are still a bit fuzzy, but he didn’t say much anyway after he tied us to the boiler…” Damian blinks, still a bit dazed by the kiss, but then grimaces at Danny’s flinch.

“Yeah, well, he actually went insane after losing you since that gave him an Obsession Failure. He broke down so deeply and irreversibly that it twisted him enough that accepting Vlad’s help led him to being the Scourge of Humanity. I-I… promised you to never become like him, so… this was the only way I could do that. I didn’t know what else to do, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you after all!” Danny breaks down, crying and sobbing and collapsing against Damian, as he cradles him in his arms.

Damian tries to console him with both physical affection (hugs and caresses) and murmuring reassurances (things like ‘it’s okay, it’s alright, it’s not your fault’) until the outburst slows down and his latest proposition catches Danny’s attention.

“Do you want to meet Batcow? She’s a true sweetheart, her therapist abilities are without equals among the living.”

“...You have a pet cow?” Danny’s voice is still rough with tears, but his disbelief is unmistakable.

“Of course I can have a pet cow! I saved her from an inhumane slaughterhouse, what I’ve seen there even made me swear off meat!” Damian!Tucker says righteously, but then realization sinks in as he stares with growing horror into Danny’s wide eyes.

“Oh Ancients, I’ve become like Sam! And I can’t even go back on the belief of my new life because both she and my current self have a point!”

That seems another breaking point, because Danny starts laughing so hard that he’s crying again.

“It’s not funny Danny, I’m having a crisis here!” Damian!Tucker cries in despair (to hide the relief that his best friend/crush/future boyfriend? isn’t as hopeless and depressed as before) as he lightly shakes the other, making him laugh even harder.

(He won’t let him go either. As Damian, now Tucker has all the skills he lacked in his past life and can protect his People. He won’t fail again.)

[insufferablelust]

HAVOC!

suguru geto x f!reader smut! heed the warning below 🎀

This fictional work contains smut, slight dumbification, use of pet names such as ‘little one’ ‘little girl’ ‘sweet girl’ and so on, name calling, suguru is a harsh cult leader but soft for reader, use of “i love you” and such, rough sex, oral sex. Enjoy! MINORS DNI! strict harsh rule.

Apologies for typos/grammar errors, english isn’t my first language and i have yet to write in a long time. Thank you for your patience.

🎀Masterlist🎀

Suguru geto knows you like the back of his hand, he knows what makes you tick, what makes you snap, what makes you smile, what makes you crave, what makes you desire for more. He appeared nonchalant, like he cares about nothing, only putting forefront his dream of an all-country of Jujutsu sorcerers. But little does people know, he studied you like he studied all the curses each night, tentatively soft, agonizingly deep, tantalizingly slow, and irrevocably shake your entire being.

He not only consumes you, but he can never get enough of you. Your high is his strength, your pleasure is his passion, your cries are melodies in strings for him. People worshipped him on a daily basis, on their knees, but oh… nothing can top the way he knelt down in front of you each night. Hair up in a bun, eye smile prominent as his slender fingertips stroke your inner thighs gently. His breath against your oh so sensitive skin makes you crazy, his coos drives you feral.

He looks so serene like, dreamlike— but he went havoc inside, his mind scrambled, wired to the highest level of obsession for you. Pleasing you is his only goal. He’d make you beg, say “Please Sugu… t-touch me— ah! deeper” like the evil cult leader he is, but he insistingly craves your undivided mind. Unrelenting heart. Undeniable pleasure above all else.

“Patience my love, didn’t I train you to be an obedient little girl, hm?”

He taunts, shaking his head as he continues his endeavor on your inner thighs. Kissing slowly up your calf, to your thighs, and up, up, up. Your breath hitched, feeling his lips ghosts over the soft surface of your tiny leaking cunt. Back arching ever so slightly as he chuckled deeply, as if he’s enamored by your struggle to stay still.

“Ah ah ah, what did I tell you? stay still or this needy and flushed little cunt won’t get to cum.”

“C-can’t! if you.. oh fuck! if you keep teasing m-me, can’t hold it..” You mewled as tears gather in your eyes, tears he so desperately wanted to taste yet degrade you at the same time. Oh, you look so divinely cute like this. Whimpering, whining, and begging him to do something. Giving him every inch of power, the power to not only your release, but also your ability to even move let alone feel the copious amounts of pleasure.

Geto Suguru might be a vicious cult leader but he is not a man without remorse, he values you, he would die for you, and he would give you the world, and if it’s pleasure you want, he’d give it to you each minute of your life. He shakes his head at you before slapping 4 of his fingers on your clit, causing you to deeply arch your back, and let out a high pitched whine.

“mm— mmh! oh sugu!” You wailed a wanton amount, enough for the whole temple to shake due to the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. The white pain mixing with adrenaline sends you right to the edge of teetering release. “Can’t you please just— Ah! fuck me already!” There it is, your bite brattiness that he oh so dearly loved and hated at the same time.

If only his cock is not straining and peeking through his robe, he would spend the next 7 days with you here, in his holy chambers to teach you lessons on how to be obedient. But alas, he is going to save the taming for later.

Suguru groaned as he manhandled you to your front, propping your stomach with a nearby velvet pillow and making sure your back is perfectly arched whilst your ass is up in the air for him, all exposed and tempting for his lustful eyes, and ravenous appetite.

“You look so good like this, my slutty little goddess. I wonder how those lowlife men would think if they were to find someone they worship to be such a whorish harlot, hm?”

His tone is as teasing as his actions, such filthy words accompanied by your moans as you felt him slowly tapping his hard cock against your weeping cunt. “Tell me, little one. Hm, how would they think?” Finding no answer from your panting figure, he tugs your hair with his other hand and yank backwards.

Your back is so deeply arched, pupils blown, cheeks flushed, and mouth hanging open. Just like he said, a whorish harlot. “I- I am.. yours only, Sugu. Your—mmh… girl! your queen! your… slut.” You whispered the last bit as your eyes drains with tears, lips bitten with desire.

Suguru smiled, before finally relinquishing yours and his agony by sliding his cock inside your tight cunt with a swift thrust, making you both scream and grunts in pleasure. One of his hand on your waist tightens and the one on your hair tugs ever so gently, trying to take away the painful stretch.

Suguru’s length is not one to take easily, his girth is thick and long, slightly curved up top with curated veins running along the side. If you weren’t so cockdrunk you would be sucking the soul out of him right now.

“Fuck— your cunt is so perfect little one, I almost feel —bad ruining you.” His voice is rough and thick with lust. Hair falling from his neat bun as his pace increases. In… Out… In… Out. Steadily drilling into you as your eyes roll onto the back of your skull. Ecstasy clouding you as he mercilessly pound deep, so deep that you feel him bulge on your lower stomach.

“S-sugu! please please!” You don’t know what you pleading for either, he is pounding into you with such vigor, his pace never relenting. Suguru chuckled breathlessly. “What is it, sweet girl? hm? Aren’t I fucking you good?” Just then, his grip on your hair lessen.

Just as you’re about to answer, his hand pushes your face onto the soft mat below, as he continue pounding your now gushing cunt.

“S-so! Oh! good… Sugu!” Your screams are muffled as to your cheeks are pressed against the mat. Your head went to cloud nine as his curved tip hit the gummy spot right inside your warm cunt. “there! r-right there please! please mmh Sugu!” tears are now falling freely down from your face.

Suguru took a brief moment to admire your beauty, looking down as he saw your face all ruined, cheeks flushed, with your puffy bitten lips hung open… drips of saliva coating the mat. Its so sinful, but god does he love it. He loves you so much.

“My dumb little girl, just love getting her needy cunt fucked hm? there sweetheart? yeah feels good doesn’t it?” He up his pace, even if you thought that was impossible. His cock continues to drill inside you with the tip expertly hitting your heavenly spot.

You gasped for air as you can feel your climax reaching when Suguru let go of your hair and went to rub quick eights on your weeping clit. “Oh god! oh i’m gonna cum mmh Sugu!” You’re no longer thinking straight, neither is Suguru as he feels you tighten and tighten, muscles contracting— evidently suffocating his cock in the most pleasant way.

“Don’t you dare cum yet, little one.”

“No no please i need to—“

“No no no little girl, hold it.”

Your whole body shake as he keeps on pounding you from the back, his index finger on your clit is making you so dizzy. So overwhelmed by the need to cum. To just give in. The intense pleasure of his cock inside your wet cunt is just unlike any other.

“I cant.. i cant sugu mmh ah!” Your head trembles as you claw your nails onto the mat, your pussy clenching so tightly, Suguru thought that if his cock were to fall, he’d die a happy man inside you.

“Cum, now. Right now give it to me, baby, cmon” Suguru pistons his hips with slower pace but deeper, sliding himself unbelievably full to your cunt, with a prominent bulge on your lower tummy.

You let out high pitched scream that drifted into thin air as you finally cum. Gushing over and over again as your body trembled and twitch at the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

“mmh fuck! fuck sugu! i l-love you! so much please inside!” You babbled out as you ride out your high, your walls clenching with various rhythms against his cock making him threw his head back, with messy bangs covering his face.

“You want it inside hm? yeah sweet girl? you want it deep so you know who you belong to?” His palm find their way onto your chin before tilting it up gently to look at him, you’re doe glassy eyes staring onto his frantic blown black pupil. You let out a drunken smile in pure ecstasy.

“Yes! yes please just c-cum inside, wanna feel you, wan’ feel all of you..” Your tone is softer but oozes with neediness all the same, wanting that familiar feeling of his warmth inside of you.

“Fuck I love you so fucking much my insatiable little girl.”

and you know the night is far from over, as evident in the morning when the servants come in to deliver breakfast, only to find both their masters snuggled in a place that looked like been wrecked by a havoc.

Written by Insufferablelust on tumblr 2024.

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[thegnomelord]

I love your monster au so much. It makes the monsterlover/fucker in me real happy. Sorry just wanted to share my appreciation.

I've been thinking too, how would you feel about writing a underwater sea creature reader? (No pressure but I hope this idea tickles your fancy so I'll infodump my ideas on you) They can live on land and stuff but drag their prospective mate into a deep underwater ravine when they want to mate. Idk how to describe it, like I have an idea in my head of what the creature's traits would be but I can't find a way to put it into words.

I'm going to give it a try though, (excuse the fact it won't make much sense, my thoughts jump around a lot. But I'll try and make it coherent.) Basically, my mind went to underwater dragons. So with most of the traits that you wrote for dragons, like the purring and the tails intertwining (and the sharing of scales). But I was thinking without wings, because you don't need them underwater. But we glow in the dark, because we are deepsea creatures we have adapted to become bioluminescent. Oh and also we have gills and stuff still when we are on land.

Idk if this is confusing or just something you don't want to write but I was hoping for you to include a more sfw part with the mating dance maybe and then then an actual nsfw part (dom top male reader??)

But at the end of the day this is just a suggestion and it's up to you if you want to write it or not. (If you do write it can it be with ghost or gaz?? gaz giving us shiny things but sea related, like shells? and/or ghost struggling through knowing how to court us. Both of them being confused of what to do because we are a new type of dragon that not many people knew existed and our courting traditions are mostly unknown??

Okay this is cool and it tickles my brain of having just this big fucking monster that's gigantic due to deep sea gigantism :D, I also picked Gaz cause I like the sea/sky duality.

CW:NSFW, subbot gaz, domtop Mreader, quick and rough

When you first joined the taskforce, Gaz didn't know what to expect. Your species had been newly discovered, barely any information about you, but something about you put some ancient part of his mind on edge, ants nipping on the sinew of his wings until his body begged to return to the safety of the sky.

First time he met you, you reminded him less of a dragon and more of a Leviathan — something that dwelled where the light didn't reach, far too big than anything should be allowed to be, bright bioluminescent markings shimmering against dark scales to lure prey into crushing jaws filled with sharp crooked teeth, horns like spears to pin down what couldn't fit in your maw, powerful legs built to swim and breach the surface of the water to catch unaware flyers like Gaz just to pull them down into the abyss to be devoured.

He would have been more. . . unsettled by you had you not been so nice.

You towered over him even in your mostly human form, but you were a gentle giant, happy to let him use you as a perch and humming along as he talks, joining in on his and Johnny's pranks and hiding them when Price eventually catches them.

And Gaz doesn't even notice when your presence no longer makes his feathers puff up, the shadow you cast over him now warm and welcoming after all the times you'd been a meat shield for him. He tils his head back to catch sight of your eyes as he leans back, soft feathers rubbing against your clothes, "Hey there big man." Gaz smiled.

You hum, your hand coming to loosely hold his hip, holding the pretty thing close to you. "Hi." You purr, the small biolights along your body flickering in seemingly random patterns, but nothing about them was random to you or your kin, your interest in him painfully obvious.

But to your dismay Gaz doesn't understand, just snorts at your colorful display. "What's got you in a good mood today?" He asks, eyes tracing the dancing lights, that instinctual bird part of his mind liking the sight, and the low rumble of your voice, and just. . . being near you.

You blink, "You," You say simply, your people aren't ones to mince words.

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your declaration, feathers puffing up, but strikes down any thoughts about you before they turn inappropriate and cause him to coo at you. "Fine, keep yer secrets." He huffs and gets out of your hold, wings stretching out to purposely show off his feathers as he walks away, tail feathers flickering.

He can feel your eyes follow after him, hummingbirds pecking at his spine and he doesn't know if he should feel that way. And all you can think of is how you could drag your pretty bird down into the abyss without clipping his wings.

. . .

Gaz watches you lazily swim around the lake near their current base in your real form, "Havin' a nice soak in there Nessie?" He asks as he walks the short pier and sits down, dipping his feet in the water as his wings spread out lazily behind him.

A low rumble leaves you like a distorted whale song, your large form pushing through the water like a submarine cutting through the ice. "Nessie?" You ask as swim over to him, "Who's that?"

"Never mind about that," Kyle grins, his eyes roaming along your large form as the biolights flicker once again in that specific pattern that means nothing to him but everything to you. "You look happy."

You shrug, "It's nice to be back in the water." Without a word you heave yourself out of the water and onto the pier, large hands clutching the wood on either side of him, a deep purr rumbling in your chest at how close he is to you now. "Did you need something?" You ask, biolights flickering seductively.

Kyle swallows drily, eyes going wide as he registers you loom over him, can smell the sea and salt still clinging to your scales, something other than fear buzzing down his spine from how close your dangerous teeth are to him. "Oh, right, uh," He clears his throat to clear the molasses clinging to it, wings spreading out in a way that got his feathers shining in the setting sun as he reached into his pocket.

"I, um. . . I got you this." He said, holding out the seashell he'd found for you. His breath caught in his throat as you looked at it, hoping you liked it; he'd spent hours polishing it until it was shining, the colors vibrant and every single scratch buffed out.

"Thank you," You rumbled and took the seashell into your hand. Your pupils dilated, a very pleased purr rumbling in your chest — oh, he was so thoughtful, such a good mate to bring a rare treat for you.

Kyle felt like a bloody peacock at the way his wings spread out, but he couldn't care less about his posturing when you accepted his gift, his heart fluttering like butterflies in a jar.

Then you ate it.

You ate his gift.

His heart shatters like the seashell between your fangs, wings dropping like a rock, never having expected to be rejected like that. "I- what- why did- if you-" He couldn't even form words to say what he wanted, pressing a hand to his face in an attempt to hide the way his eyes prickled with vestiges of tears.

Unfortunately for him, you notice. "Oh, little bird, what's wrong?" Your voice is soothing, biolights pulsing in a slow and calming way as you gently pry his hand from his face, looking into his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kyle doesn't look you in the eyes, doesn't know what the hell to feel right now, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could control them. "Why would you do that!" He hisses.

You tilt your head. "You gifted it to me." You say like it's supposed to explain everything, reaching up to cup his cheek, your clawed hand cold and wet against his skin. "It was very good." You lean in closer, a deep purr rumbling in your throat, your long tail moving to curl around his leg.

Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as you push you loom over him your hands on either sides of him keeping him in place, feeling himself slowly lay back as you creep over him onto the pier, heart drumming in his chest. "Wh-what?"

You snort, eyes glowing like anglerfish lures, lowering your head down to lick a stripe up his neck, claws raking down his front. "Let me show you my appreciation, yes?"

Kyle shivers at the sensation of your teeth against his throat, body heating up, your scent — of sea and salt and something very very old — invading his nose, an involuntary chirp escaping his chest. "Ah, yeah, sure just-" Kyle yelps as your claws cut through his clothes, wings quivering as they're pressed against the wooden pier behind him.

"Relax little bird," You coo softly, licking around his lips in what counts as a kiss for you when your maw is filled with vicious teeth, tongue trailing down to lick up the drops of his salty sweat. "I'll be gentle."

And gentle you are; softly licking up the blood after your fangs had left marks on his skin, sharp claws holding his trembling hips tenderly as your rough tongue worms inside him, soft purrs and deep rumbles vibrating your tongue against his prostate until he's sobbing, his hands clutching your horns to hold your head closer as his cock leaks a puddle of pre onto his abdomen.

He whines when you continue stretching him with your tongue, "Please, mate, just-" Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as your tongue once again grazes his prostate, thighs clenching around your head. "-just please fuck me already! I can't- I'm not going to-"

Kyle sobs with joy and anguish when you pull your tongue out, the slimy appendage slithering back into your maw and leaving him painfully empty. "Alright, alright," You coo, moving up to drape your body over his, nuzzling your cheek against his as you line your hard cock with his stretched hole. "Relax,"

The tip of your cock breaching his puckered hole has Kyle sucking in a sharp breath, "Easier said than done mate," He chuckles, closing his eyes and just trying to focus on your scent and just you, groaning. Fuck, you're big in all aspects, his body clenching down like a vice before relaxing enough for you to slowly push further, spreading his walls wide until you're fully inside him, your hips resting against his.

"There you go," You purr, letting Kyle adjust as you nibble on his neck, biolights flickering happily when he rocks his hips into yours. "Taking me so well,"

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your words, throwing his head back when you rock your hips, cock hard and heavy inside him, dragging against his walls with every minute movement that has him panting and whining, his legs crossing behind your back to pull your hips closer every time you pull out.

The world escapes your notice, all your attention fully on him as you focus on mating him, pulling needy desperate sounds from Kyle's lips, your large hand gently stroking his leaking dick as your cock rubs against his prostate, your unhurried pace making him cum again and again and again until he's a moaning boneless mess by the time you cum inside him.

[soullessdianthus]

𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲 | 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Requested by anon:

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR SUCH DELAY, I kept postponing it and then I had other things on my head.

Summary: Task Force 141 is sent to gather intel from cartel's warehouse. However, their informations were flawed and they were cornered by hostiles. Soap got shot and it doesn't look good. What will they do in a stalemate as such?

Warnings:reader is eastern european coded (just briefly), some gruesome desc. of wounds, blood and fights, talk of killing people

Word count: 3.8k

GIF by oleworldblues

The flight wasn’t a steady one, turbulence occurring every minute on board. Although such voyages weren't anything new, those tremors were irritating to say the least. You managed to stay in the seat for the most part of it, cursing the pilot, Nikolai for such an unpleasant ride.

A flick of regret crossed your mind, scolding yourself for being so strict on him. But all the remorse passed, when another turbulence made you hit your head over the helo’s wall.

When you crossed through the storm cloud, the helicopter twitched so suddenly and you jumped in your seat. Afraid of falling off the bench, without much thinking you grabbed what was the nearest to search for support. And it was Soap’s thigh.

 ━ Jesus, since when th’ lass‘ so handsy? ━ Scott laughed it off as you straighten your back against the helo’s surface. 

━ Since Nikolai forgot how to navigate damn thing. 

━ Then ye hadn’t seen Ghost drivin’ a car. That was somethin’ to be terrified of. 

Soap chuckled while jokingly mocking the lieutenant sitting across them. As always the skull face remained solid, still and emotionless. You spent enough time in Task Force 141 to know that he had to be smirking under that thick layer of balaclava. Even if the big, grumpy guy denied it verbally. The spark in his eyes revealed all you had to know. Some people laugh with their eyes, you know?

━ I hope we won’t live that long to repeat the thing. ━ Gaz cut in, leaving the cockpit and entering space, where they were sitting. It meant they were close to landing. 

Thank God, because if the flight would continue like this, you would have bumped into all of them by the time of your arrival at the meeting point. 

The lights went off, when you got closer to the ground. A one, stronger jolt and the helo landed, dust floating in the air due to the propellers spinning around.

All of you gathered up near the exit, doing the last weapon and inventory check up. When everything was proper and intact, you were ready for the ramp to open.

━ Gonna wait for your signal on the radio ━ Nikolai said with a Russian accent, flicking some of the controls above his head. ━ Nadrat im zadnitsu [rus.: Kick their asses].

━ Sure will. ━ Gaz patted the pilot on his shoulder, before joining the rest of the team. The platform began lowering itself until it hit the ground beneath, hard.

You were supposed to meet up with Captain Price, leading a group of his own, just a few kliks from your landing location. Team’s sole purpose that night was to infiltrate the cartel’s hideout, north of Mexico's border. It wasn’t a fortress, but a well equipped warehouse at most. 

Well, at least that's what your superiors were suspecting.

They needed proof of the cartel's affiliation with powerful drug traders overseas and any other information you managed to find inside, while Price’s team created a diversion. You were a group of professionals, what could go wrong?

When all of you walked out the helo, you took a look around, eyes getting used to the darkness flooding the field around. The night has fallen as the sun disappeared over the horizon. 

You stuck closely to MacTavish as it was never smart to split up without strict order. Your main task as a medic was to keep an eye on them, patch them up if needed – overall, keep them alive.

There were no crickets to be heard, creatures hiding somewhere in the grass. But the gut feeling, or rather a natural intuition convinced you, something else was lurking in the plain field. When Nikolai started the engine again of the helo and flew off the ground, your eyes crossed with Ghost’s. 

It was too quiet.

He believed something was off too and the Englishman was much more experienced in a field than you. That could only mean trouble. 

You pinched your lips together into a fine line, involuntarily holding a breath in. Your muscles and joints were in a preparation mode. If the military had a medal for prophetic abilities, you would have a stack of them by now. 

Just as you started moving towards the old, abandoned truck in the middle of the grassy field, the first shots got fired. Your knees softened, when you sprinted towards the rusty vehicle to take a cover. 

You managed to take a quick look through the scope on your rifle, trying to asses – where were the fuckers coming from. But they hid in the bushes quite well. Those who were foolish enough to come closer to your group, quickly got eliminated.

Kyle was right by your side by the rusty car, shooting just above your head as you kneeled down. Suddenly an enemy troop jumped from his cover swinging a knife at your comrade. The steel shimmered in the moonlight.

It was a matter of seconds – despite the training sergeant had received, he couldn’t break the laws of time and space. You, on the other hand, were facing the threat directly. 

━ Gaz, down! ━ You yelled, before taking down the man, piercing his chest with few bullets. You held the rifle up and steady, meanwhile the attacker stumbled backwards and fell onto the coarse grass beneath. Lifeless. 

Kyle nodded in your direction, not exchanging a word of gratitude, but he didn’t have to. Besides, there was no time for courtesy. You were under fire. 

━ Piece ‘f cake, eh? Real nice fuckin’ cake, Lt. ━  Soap mocked Ghost earlier words, as his predictions regarding this mission didn’t include an ambush right off the bat. ━ What now?

━ Focus, MacTavish, we need to take a cover. There’s an ol’ farm, only a klik east-south ━ The lieutenant reloaded his own rifle with a firm tug on the empty magazine. As always, he kept a cold blood even when surprised by unpredictable ━  We’re headin’ there, is that clear? 

━ Aye. ━ Gaz approved and you silently nodded, feeling the raging pulse of your own heart in the neck artery. 

You noticed that his dark gaze got stuck on your face, that probably got a little too pale due to the adrenaline. You were still getting used to working in a field, you’ve never been cornered like this before. Verbatim. 

Every time after the mission, when you lay still in the barrack at night time, you wonder if Ghost felt like he was actually babysitting the whole Task Force. At least sometimes. Because it was usually you, Soap or Gaz who got into trouble.

Kyle and Johnny were around the same age, still fairly young to be in special forces, but you? You were even younger and less skilled, though you managed to catch up with different abilities than your male mates. 

And Lieutenant Riley? He was older than all of you, that’s for sure. You didn’t know how much exactly, but that’s what you managed to deduce since your joining the squad. 

So it wasn't an uncommon occurrence, where Ghost took the lead during a crisis and led you all to safety. He was more than sure all of you would manage on your own, if the circumstances were different. 

━ Y/C, with me ━ the lieutenant stated, getting ready for the next step. ━ Soap, Gaz, you go together. We’re movin’, now. 

Each soldier with a rifle held steadily in their hands, began to move swiftly through the darkness of the upcoming night. While Gaz and Soap took the right flank, you and Ghost took care of the left. The lieutenant kept in mind checking the back too. All you had to do was push forward.

It was a challenging task to keep up with their longer strides, but they were mindful of your struggles. You would never be left behind. One for one. 

The outline of the old barn appeared in the reach of your hand as you pointed the rifle’s barrel towards the two men coming from your left. You managed to take one down, by shooting through his knee, however you missed the other one.

You cursed in your native language, letting the frustration out. Within the span of a couple seconds you collected your breath and aimed once again. This time you shot him, right through his shoulder. They had bullet proof vests, therefore shooting at their chest made no sense at all. 

Shooting at the vest from up close – then, that’s a different story.

Muppets, as Captain Price called them, took down each one of the enemies without a slip up on their flank. 

You’ve never said it outloud to anyone, especially not any member of Task Force, but in a work field you looked up to…well, some of them. They executed their tasks immaculately. Whilst you still had some things to learn, they were usually understanding, willing to help out. Usually, not always. 

Sometimes, due to his harsh comments, you thought that Ghost expected you to be born with skills he achieved through the years in a service. Which, for obvious reasons, was not fair.

The way to the farm was a bumpy one, tall grass covering any holes in the ground, but you finally made it. Ghost and Gaz broke into the old stable and began checking out the insides. You were just behind them, when you heard Soap’s grunt through clenched teeth.

It could only mean one thing – Johnny got shot. You reached to touch his arm, maybe to pull him inside, but the Scottish sergeant did it anyway. With Kyle’s help you shut the heavy doors behind to give the team extra coverage. 

You finally took a deep breath. 

Ghost spoke through the radio, slowly walking up to the barn's other end. You deduced that he spoke with Price about the ambush, but your focus was on blood pouring out of the fresh wound.

You stepped closer and MacTavish leaned in, letting you take a look. And it didn’t look good. Soap inhaled the chilly air, a droplet of sweat rolling down his temple.

━ Shit. ━ You felt Ghost’s gaze upon your back, when you cursed with such passion. He was waiting on a report. ━ Bullet went through his arm. 

━ The cartel wasn’t wasting money on security, huh?  ━ Gaz mentioned, still quite not believing himself they encountered such skilled soldiers. Why weren’t they informed about that beforehand? They would take a bigger team.

━ But ━ you continued ━ because Soap is so bulky, the ammo didn’t scratch any important artery. 

━ I knew you’d appreciate my form, lass. 

━ Nevertheless, I insist on patching him up.

━ Insist? ━ The big Englishman repeated what he just heard, surely raising an eyebrow beneath mysterious balaclava. At least that's what you imagined him to do. When he looked at you, he saw your scowl. ━ Fuckin’ hell, fine. We need to stay ‘ere until Price comes with backup. 

Ghost’s voice sounded firm and emotionless as always. Maybe there was a hint of annoyance, but who wouldn’t be? The intel wasn’t good enough if the cartel's security managed to take you by surprise and outsmart the special forces. 

Kyle silently went outside to take a look around, patrol the surroundings when you took care of John’s nasty wound.

━ Hey, I’ll manage, no need to–

━ Don’t even start ━ you interrupted Scottish man, rummaging through the medic bag.  ━ You want them to follow us by the trickle of blood you left behind? Or do you want to faint due to blood loss?

━ Alright, alright, I get it, lass. Sweet Jesus. 

━ You’re like children. ━ The lieutenant pointed out at your foolish scuffle, checking each corner of the barn. 

━ Do you know children that carry M4s?━ An even more stupid joke escaped your mouth, before you giggled silently, opening the new package of gause. Even Johnny chuckled, when you began applying pressure on top of his wound. 

━ Keep your morals like this and we just might fulfill our task. 

Ghost definitely had the charisma of an exhausted father, but that was one of his characteristics that not many people were fond of. But you were. You liked his tacky humor, always a way to brighten the day.

━ One-four-one, do you copy? 

A sudden sound of the radio on your vest broke the silence. It was a voice belonging to Gaz, but usually his tone wasn’t so… nervous. Another bad omen. 

━ We need to get out of ‘ere! ━ Just as he finished the sentence, Kyle ran through the barn’s door, M4 rifle in his hand. ━ They’ve got their own reinforcement. 

━ How many? ━ You asked, finishing wrapping a tight bandage over Soap’s bicep. 

━ I saw four cars riding through that bush we came from. ━ Dark skinned soldier answered, glaring through his shoulder. You have to be very aware of your surroundings from now on.

━ Y/C, you feel like sniping? ━ The skull had spoken, the brown eyes looking at you. No, through you. ━ Can you cover us?

━ Yes, I’ll keep an eye from the attic. 

━ Good. 

━ What about Price? Where is he? ━ Soap asked, reloading his weapon. 

The Englishman pressed the button on his radio.

━ Bravo 0-6 this is Ghost, how long?

━ Hang on, four more kliks. Are you still in the barn? ━ Captain asked through the speaking channel only your team had access to.

━ Positive.

━ Good, stay there. Over and out. 

Price’s voice vanished as soon as he echoed through the old stable. Situation wasn’t looking good for your team, but what else could you do? If Gaz was right and the enemy managed to distribute groups of his soldiers around the farm, there was no way out. 

So you had to defend your position and wait. For what? At this point for a backup that miraculously appears from the skies.

You swiftly climbed onto the wooden ladder until you reached the upper floor of the old stable. There were bales of hay scattered around and few windows. One of the bigger ones was facing the courtyard between the buildings. When you were in a position, you took a look around the property. 

Ghost was already prepared on the right side of the building you were in and Gaz was on the other. Meanwhile Soap was slowly walking around the antique fountain in the middle of the courtyard. 

Everyone was ready and anticipating the enemy’s next move. 

━ Gaz, three coming from your left. ━ You warned him through the speaking channel, before pointing the rifle’s end to those mentioned soldiers. 

When the adrenaline bursts inside of your veins, time passes quite fast. Which was a dangerous thing, because if you lost track of it or a consciousness about your surroundings – you would be dead quickly.

You had to withhold your nerves and focus on one task at the time.

After a deep breath in, you slowly let it out. Looking through the rifle’s loupe, you began shooting at the group that just got out of the truck. A gunfire right beneath their feet, before they got perforated with your bullets. 

A bitter, metallic taste spreaded over your tongue. You swallowed some saliva, checking up if you had bit the inside of your cheek. It happened before, when you completely zoned out during a shooting. You were so fixated on the task, you clenched your jaw on the delicate tissue. 

But this time it was just remorse, building up each time you pulled the trigger. Of course, you knew not each inflicted harm caused inevitable death, some just made the enemy’s soldiers… indisposed. Nonetheless, it was a burden you had to carry on your shoulders.

When you cleared out the zone near the parked car, your sight moved to the Ghost outpost. He was stabbing the soldier's neck and shoulder with short and quick movements. In your assessment, he was doing fine.

Then when you wanted to check on Gaz and Soap, there was a thud over the wooden surface that got your attention. You snapped your head towards the sound and saw one soldier that managed to climb  here. 

━ I found the sniper. ━ The man said into his own radio, hooked over his tactical vest. 

He rushed towards you and you tried to point your rifle at him. The man was faster and he grabbed the weapon, stopping you from shooting at him. There was only a little window of time to decide what to do next. So you used all your body weight to tackle that soldier to the ground.

Your arms wrapped around his thighs and you pushed forwards, causing him to fall backwards. Meanwhile, still having an upper hand, you reached for a karambit that was stacked behind your belt. 

You managed to climb on top of him swiftly, because that was your advantage in a clash with big, muscular men. You raised your hand and before the blade reached his chest, the man grabbed your wrist in the air, blocking your further movements. 

For a short while you struggled against his grip, trying to push the knife into his ribcage with the mass of your upper body. However, the mercenary locked you with his leg and rolled over you, trapping you beneath him. 

You took a quick look around – both of you rolled over dangerously close to the edge of the attic. A sight of a few meters depth made you lightheaded. So you continued struggling, as the soldier held a firm grip over your wrist, cutting the blood flow. Even when your wrist went numb, you did not drop that karambit. 

It was your most valuable bargaining chip in this situation.

You huffed a couple of times, slightly changing the position under the man’s frame. But when he finally reached for his gun, you grabbed the short barrel and pointed it far from your head. 

Calculating the next step carefully, you decided to let him win over the knife in your hand. Because with the drop of it, he released your wrist. The man swung his whole shoulder to punch you in the face. 

For a short moment you saw spots in front of your eyes, when his clenched fist met your cheekbone. Ouch. 

And finally, when your arms began to give up, you focused your defense on your legs – they were stronger. You managed to tuck them beneath his pelvis and strengthen your legs, kicking him over your head. Only then, you released the barrel of the gun. 

The mercenary fell over the edge of the attic and onto the ground beneath. You heard the loud thud followed by a crack. He broke his neck.

You laid there for a while, collecting your breath as you just faced death. Quite a normal day in the life of a soldier. The shootouts from the outside began to fade and it got you worried. You had to check that out.

━ Steaming Jesus ━ a familiar voice, brought you back to your full strength. You got up on your knees and carefully looked through the hole in the floor. ━ Is that how you greet people?

The American was standing above the body you just threw from the upper floor. A puddle of blood staining the ground. 

━ Alex! ━ You expressed your enjoyment, seeing your college for the first time in a while. It meant he came with a backup. A miracle of tonight's ambush.  ━ You’re saving our asses. 

━ Come down now, the situation is under control. 

You ran to gather your weapon, before hooking it around your shoulder. You quickly climbed down the ladder and walked up to a man with bright eyes and trimmed mustache. 

━ Laswell send her regards. Price team wouldn’t make it on time ━ Alex Keller explained, putting one of his hands on your shoulder as the two of you slowly walked out of the barn to the courtyard. ━ A bloodbath, huh? Only the four of you?

Soap was sitting on the fountain’s edge, the material hugging his arm wasn’t soaked with blood. “Good” you thought. Some of Alex’s soldiers that were sent here by Kate Laswell walked around the farm to check every corner. 

━ We don’t like crowds. ━ Gaz reached his hand to greet their friend, who was in Urzikstan. At least, that's what they thought. Until now. 

━ Understandable, sergeant. ━ The ends of his mustache lifted up as he smiled. ━ We should wait here for Price and regroup. 

━ So we continue what we started? ━ Just before you asked, Soap and Ghost joined the conversation in the middle of the courtyard, the pathways laid out with stones.

━ We can’t retreat now, they would know we’re after ‘em. ━ The lieutenant explained, why the retreat was an idea not even being speculated here. The presumed cartel would move along with their belongings, the proof you needed to gather. 

So therefore withdrawal was off the table. 

━ We need to strike ‘ard, now. ━ Ghost continued his talk, when the soldiers began to talk between each other from the other side of the abandoned house. 

All of you turned around to see the upcoming Captain Price, pressing his rifle to his chest. 

━ Took ya long enough, Captain. ━ Gaz stated bluntly, few droplets of blood appearing on his forehead. 

━ Yeah, the intel was shit, we’re gonna take care of it later. Now, we have different targets. Gather up. Everyone in one piece? 

The man in his forties looked at each one of you – from head to toes. Obviously, his eyes were locked with the bandage over Soap’s arm, but MacTavish quickly assured him it was only a scratch on the surface. 

Which it wasn’t, yet he wasn’t bleeding, so for the sake of peace you nodded your head to assure Price.

━ Alright, the real fun can begin. We got ‘em outnumbered, this is going to be a quick and smooth operation. No slip ups from now on, understood?

The whole team agreed and began to mentally prepare for what was coming. Captain patted Gaz on his shoulder, before slowly walking away.

━ No more flying corpses? ━ Alex whispered, leaning towards you. It seemed that only the two of you heard the conversation. 

And maybe Ghost who was standing on the other side of Sergeant Keller, because he looked at you with amusement. 

━ We’ll see about that. Just try to get on my bad side, American boy. 

Price whistled in a high pitched tone, announcing that all of you should gather up. 

Once again you had that feeling in your guts, that it was going to be a long, exhausting night. And at the end of the day, your hand would be covered in blood, like a butcher (which you swore you wouldn’t be).

[afrsconp]

Sorry Ghosts fam, I need to interrupt the usual content for a second and get these thoughts out about a different fandom.

So I binged all of Mythic Quest really fast, then read a bunch of braddavid fic (A+ stuff btw) and meta, and I'm surprised that, of the two of them, Brad is the one that gets the most character analysis. Because to me, it's David who's much, much harder to get a read on.

I mean yeah, we get almost nothing of Brad's personal life, but the tiny glimpses of his backstory that we do get make it pretty clear that his very traumatic childhood led him to create this asshole persona to protect himself. Like it all seems pretty linear: his natural instinct to be kind and care deeply about people/things led to the trauma of what happened to Kate, so he ended up equating kindness with weakness and taught himself to ignore those instincts and go the opposite direction instead. To not caring about anything other than money and power, because that's how he could build and retain power (and by extension, protection) for himself.

But David? It's a lot harder to figure out. He's so openly clingy and needy and tries way too hard; he's the butt of everyone's jokes. But because he's used for comedy most of the time, it's easier to not notice that when he is being serious, it's revealing trauma that's on par with Brad's. Like that scene when he went up to the rooftop and it's implied that he was considering jumping off the building, and David Hornsby does some amazingly subtle work there because when Jo asks him why he came to the roof, for a second or two you see the most terrible, heartbreaking look in his eyes before the scene switches to comedy again.

And it happens over and over again. The way he was so upset when Ian and Poppy took over the Christmas party, all the hints about his shitty childhood and his ex-wife not treating him well, his extreme loneliness, how much he drinks, taking Xanax, having trouble sleeping. Like the guy is not well, you know?

So the ship is so interesting to me because both of them go to extremes to hide the same truths about themselves (not wanting to get hurt) but they do it in completely opposite ways. Brad went the uncaring asshole route, and David went the oversharing, overly desperate route. It's all just surface level though, and whenever they get rejected they can just blame it on those surface level things instead of deeper insecurities (I'm worthless, I'm fat, I'm a waste of space, I'm old). But like, I get the feeling that Brad almost convinced himself that he really is the uncaring asshole he spends so much time pretending to be, whereas David is a little more aware of the fact that he's lying to himself. Idk.

And then there's the stuff we're getting in the current season, where their character arcs weirdly mirror each other. They started off as opposites - Brad prioritising money/himself and David prioritising other people/relationships - and now they're starting to meet in the middle.

That's why it seemed like such a huge deal to me that Brad actually acknowledged, out loud and to another person, that he's capable of changing due to meeting the right people. Anna tells him that that statement left him exposed, and it really did - and I think part of Brad's arc this season will be realising that being exposed like that isn't necessarily a weakness.

And David's whole breastplate thing, facing his fears, putting himself out there, and coming to terms with certain truths about himself... I keep thinking about the way he shut down Ian's bullshit about the movie so quickly. We've seen him be incredibly effective when he doesn't panic, and I hope we get a little more of that.

I don't think braddavid will ever become canon, but I do hope the show lets them be friends. Because I really do think that they have the potential to understand each other in a way none of the other characters ever could.

[hugsandchaos]

Imagine Danny being conflicted because the monsters really want out, but he knows how cruel his government is, so he doesn’t think it’s a good idea. Not only that, but as a halfa, he can’t give up his soul to help them. They need a human soul, and his is forever altered into something only half human. So he tries something else!

He phases through the mountain to search outside several times, circling around the mountain. Luckily, it’s very secluded due to old tales and stories scaring people off, even now! He starts trying to use his powers to smash an opening in the cave walls, or find some natural tunnels that could be close to the cavern and break the wall between the cavern and the tunnel for an easier ticket to the surface.

Wondering to himself “Why didn’t anyone try this??” the whole time. Let’s say there was some stone or something that negates magic in the tunnels, but since Danny doesn’t have any, he can get rid of them easy-peasy.

After that, he goes to Asgore and goes “Hey, guess what? I made a tunnel for you guys to get out and got rid of those weird stones that negate magic! But please don’t go too far because we don’t want anyone to get caught, just take my advice and stay near the mountain base for now. Now that I’ve said that, I’m exhausted, so goodnight.” and just passes out or something, because you can’t tell me the whole thing wasn’t a long process that took it out of him.

I like to think that while he was asleep, they waited on him because they were so grateful he found a way for them to finally see the surface! Besides, they waited centuries for it, what’s one more day? It’s likely that not everyone is as willing to do this as the rest, but they do it anyways. He’s very touched when he wakes up and they’re all still there, and once everyone’s ready, they all go outside. Coincidentally, it’s sunset when they get outside.

They might set up camp or something, and once that’s all said and done, Danny finally gets to show them the stars.

Or if that doesn’t work, he goes to Clockwork to ask him if he thinks something can be done. It gets a little complicated concerning the timelines, but the end answer is yes and they get to brainstorming.

Another idea is that maybe, just maybe, Danny could find a way to at least get them out of the mountain for a little bit by bringing them to the ghost zone. They still want to see the surface of their world, though, so it’s just a temporary solution. I definitely think he’d talk to Asgore about this feeling nervous because it’s not what they want, but probably something they need. And still, it’s not a permanent solution. It’s more of a field trip or something.

He expected Asgore to be disappointed with this idea, but he couldn’t be more happy and willing to accept this idea. It’s a bit of a process because they need to figure out the details, including finding a good spot for them to go first.

So yeah! Field trip for the whole Underground, I guess!

[mk-wizard]

Shattered Glass TF One: Confrontation Part 2

See this first if you haven't already!

D-16 continues to free fall while still alive down into the abyss until he reaches the very core of the planet going in and out of consciousness...

????: D-16..... D-16.... D-16: Uh? ????: D-16..... Welcome, D-16? D-16: W-Who's there? Where am I? Am I... dead? Megatronus: *appears as a ghost before him* D-16: M-Megatronus! I'm sorry. I failed you. I stopped Sentinel, but Orion, my friend, he's gone nuts! He took your cog and... I don't know what he's doing now, but it can't be good. He's just taking Sentinel's place. Megatronus: *shows him the image of Nemesis Prime* I'm afraid he is worse than Sentinel. D-16:.... Orion... What happened?! Megatronus: My cog revealed his true nature. D-16: Are you saying- Megatronus: I know you loved Orion like a brother, but you saw how passionated he lusted for power, glory and more while feeling entitled to it. You did your best to save his spark, but there was no saving him. But you can still save Cybertron. D-16:... No I can't. You said it yourself. I couldn't save Orion, how can I save a whole planet? Megatronus: Because in spite of failing to save one spark, you saved MANY others! *shows visions of D-16 saving people in the mines, in the arena, B-127 and even the lost air force and refugees* D-16, I know it is hard to not think about the life you didn't save, but you must remember the ones you did. It is your calling to protect and your destiny to lead. You survived, you inspired, you kept rising up and picking yourself up in spite of the odds, challenges and losses. I would expect nothing less..... Of my son. D-16: Your SON?!! Me?! Megatronus: *his mask comes off revealing that he is an aged, but exact look alike of D-16* D-16:... You're my dad? Megatronus: Sentinel sent you to the arena to die as his last act of spite to me, but you survived and remained unbroken. Now, it is time for you to reclaim your true identity, your true birthright and your true title. With THIS!! *the Matrix materializes before D-16* D-16: The Matrix of Leadership... Megatronus: It is time to do away with your old name, your old purpose and your old faction. The Autobot Way is corrupt and no longer clean due to years of deceit. I leave the naming of the new way to you, but I hereby rename you, but first.... Take the Matrix. D-16:.... *takes it and it imbues him with an ethereal energy that causes him to grow in size he grows wings that look angelic for a moment and his colouring becomes more radiant with silver and golds before the Matrix goes into his chest plate* Megatronus: RISE UP!! MEGATRON PRIME!! Megatron: *opens his golden eyes and trasforms into a jet flying upwards*

On the surface, Dirtboss and the air force tries to take down Nemesis, but can't....

Nemesis: You think any of you can take ME on?! A Prime?! Starscream: You are NOT a Prime! You're just a thug with an entitlement complex! I can't even call you a mech! Nemesis: I have had enough of your yapping!! *stomps over and gets his spiked ball and chain ready swinging it to crush the injured admiral as Nightingale covers a frightened child B-127* ARRRRRRRRRRGH!! *he brings down his ball and chain which hits something unusually hard and it causes a huge flash and shockwave that sensds Nemesis back* Uh... Ow... What the hack was that?! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Megatron: *used his shield made of energy to block and knock back the attack and lowers it while smiling back at the others* Starscream:.... Heh, I knew it. I KNEW you were Megatronus' boy. Alita-Nill:... D-16? Nemesis: How are you even.... I don't care anymore! Like I said before, I'm done with you standing in my way! Megatron: And I'm done enabling you! *brandishes his sword and when Nemesis takes a swing, Megatron jumps up and cuts the chain* Nemesis: AHHHHHHHHHHH!! My weapon! My new weapon! You broke it already! Megatron: *is still floating in the air* Stand down, Orion! You've done enough damage for one day! Nemesis: Shut up! *swings his chain around and it morphs into a spiked whip* And it's NEMESIS PRIME!! Megatron: *just frowns and dodges while flying and fighting* Alita: He can FLY now?! How?! Starscream:... He has the Matrix. Nemesis: No he doesn't! The Matrix is lost forever! Megatron: No, it isn't. I have it *shows* Nemesis:... GIVE IT TO ME!! Megatron: *knocks him away* The Matrix isn't something that can be taken or given! It's presented to the next Prime from the last! The spirit of my father Megatronus Prime gave it to me! Nemesis: Huh?! Alita-Nill: Father?! Dirtboss: But... If Megatronus was your old man... then.... OH SLAG!! Megatron: Yes. I am a Prime. A true Prime. Megatron Prime. Nemesis: No! I am Prime! I earned that title fair and square! You didn't even want to be Prime! Only I should be Prime! That Matrix, the title and Cybertron is MINE!! *lunges at Megatron, but he blocks him and morphs his sword into a cannon shooting at Nemesis who tries to dodge it, but does so awkwardly that he gets partially shot in the face* Megatron:.... Orion.... *he goes over sadly* Nemesis: *gets up growling and making beastly sounds revealing that his lower jaw is gone* Megatron: *aims his cannon again* Nemesis: *roars and transforms revving away with Alita and some others following him* Megatron: *helps Starsream up* How's your leg, Admiral. Starscream: It's been better, but also worse.... Prime. B-127:.... *runs up to Megatron and hugs his legs* Megatron: Glad you're ok, buddy. Sorry you had to see all that....? Where's Sentinel? Starscream: Where we can't follow *points to his smashed up remains* Courtesy of Nemesis. Megatron:.... We have to focus on rebuilding Transformer society. Starscream: You mean Autobot society, no? Megatron: No. The Autobot Way is tainted. My father told me so himself. It's time for us to let go of the broken lost past and build something new along with a new name for the faction. One without lies, double standards, classism, slavery or... deception, but also reminds us to not forget the past so that we don't repeat it. B-127: *tries to speak in spite of his impediment* Nah... dee-septic-cahn.... Megatron: Yeah. No deception... Deception... B-127: *tries to say it* Dee-septi-cahn. Dee-septi-cahn. Megatron:.....*smiles getting an idea* Starscream: So, Prime, what do we do now? Megatron: We rise up. And get to work together as... Decepticons.

[typenull]

While the climax of Dunmesh [here’s your warning for spoilers] gives us an extremely thorough look into Laios’s psyche and his own desires, we don’t actually know that much about Falin, despite her “death” kicking the entire story into motion. The only bits of Falin we get to see are through the lens of other characters, who inherently show us their own biased perceptions of her. I’d go as far to say that Falin is actually the character in Dungeon Meshi who’s true desires we know the least about!

We know with absolute certainty at least a few things: Falin is gifted with powerful magic, wants to follow behind and travel with her brother who she deeply respects, loves her friend Marcille, likes fruits and creams, loves insects and is curious about monsters, once again like Laios… most of the things we learn about Falin are things that she has in common with her brother, but what does SHE want, deep down? How does she feel about everything? I don’t think we’ll fully get an answer to that question before the manga is over. This is definitely on purpose though, and has even been hinted at in the text (which I’ll get to later).

In my opinion the main difference between Falin and Laios is that Falin doesn’t want to hurt anyone besides herself (for the sake of others, and she barely knows who that self is) and Laios wants to hurt anyone who he “doesn’t like” (anyone who endangers him and those he loves). Both of these feelings stem from the same shared events of their childhood where they both began to feel “disconnected” from humanity so to speak, but they reacted to it in opposite ways.

Where Laios stubbornly ran away and refused to deal with being hurt and surrounded by hurt, Falin, who we rarely see making choices based on any desires for herself (staying in the academy for 8 years after being sent by her father despite not thinking it’s for her, nearly agreeing to marry Shuro just so that she doesn’t have to deal with being asked later, etc.), doesn’t object to anything she’s subject to because the only person being “hurt” in these scenarios is herself, which to her is acceptable. She accepts the fact that she’s considered “othered” extremely easily, and this reflects openly in both her behavior and in the few things we know about her: she connects with and cares deeply for spirits despite being ostracized, admires insects and monsters like her brother, and is even fine planning to take on a job that’s revered in her hometown. To Falin, being “othered” is more normal to her than the alternative

The only people in Falin’s life that make her feel like *more* than just an outsider are Laios and Marcille. As a result Laios and Falin end up with similar sounding mindsets on the surface; "As long as [the people I love] are okay, I don't care about anything else" — but underneath, they actually manifest completely differently! Where Laios “doesn’t care about people”, Falin cares deeply about them despite barely being treated as one.

The only *active* decision from Falin we see that most obviously reflects her deepest desires is her choice to die for those she loves, which I think says a lot about her.

I think that if Laios is “a human who wants to become a monster” because he hates humans due to his past, the most obvious foil to him is Kabru, “a human who wants to destroy monsters” because of his past in Utaya (and feeling like a monster himself). Thinking of them as two ends of a spectrum, in the grey middle ground of this is where I think I’d put Falin.

She’s simultaneously a human made subhuman, a monster made to follow Thistle, a “ghost” of her former self haunting Laios and Marcille — she really IS the absolute epitome of a “chimera”.

The Lion cursing Laios was the “hinting in the text” I talked about earlier: forcing his deepest desire into something seemingly impossible to achieve, a chimera. The surface level conclusion when reading this is that Falin won’t be revived, but I seriously don’t think it’ll be that simple in the end. After all, a chimera is multifaceted.

My hope for the final chapter of Dungeon Meshi is that, *if* by some chance Falin is revived, she will finally have to grapple with not only having to look deep within herself to answer all of these things for her own sake, but also with having the one opportunity in which she chose to use any sort of agency to act upon her deepest desires not only be completely reversed, but also hurting so many people in the process. When Falin is revived in the Red Dragon arc, she doesn’t even remember sacrificing herself for her friends — but she promises Laios to never do it again, falling back into her typical submissive obedience. How would she react the second time? Will we even get to know? Something tells me, probably not.

[chilinandeppresing]

Mk is a Yaoguai

I came across some interesting information while I was researching another theory. The concept of a being not quite demon, human or celestial demon in Chinese mythology called a Yaoguai. The number of similarities MK shares with them is uncanny.

First of all, how Mk being refered to as the Harbringer of Chaos connects to him being a Yao:Within Chinese mytholgy, Yāo have a tendency to be "blamed for sudden outbreaks of confused and erratic action, or transgressive behaviour" with there literally being a Chinese saying saying that goes"when affairs go awry, there must have been a yāo (acting)" ("事出反必有妖") Quite like how Mk seems to cause a lot of chaos around himself, without even meaning to and feeling a lot of guilt for it. ie- Lady Bone Demon, Demon Bull King, Spider Queen, Azule Lion, and maybe even Macaque gaining power due to his (direct or indirect) actions. As well as other unfortunate things that have happened around him, like Mei's Samadi Fire getting activated and Wukong getting trapped in the scroll.

Secondly, tying in the concept of him being a Yaoguai to his creation: Mk was born from a rock, a clay rock made by someone unknown to us but presumed to be the goddess Nuwa. And guess where most Yao originate from? From unsentient natural items- "yāo refers to natural objects (animals, plants, or rocks) which have acquired sentience (lit. spiritual awareness)," That spiritual awareness might’ve been gifted knowingly or unknowingly by Nuwa.

Yao also only appear in human or near-human forms, and that is after all MK's original form that we see him in the show with. But they also share an "essential nature with an animal or plant." and that is there actual true form. Which since MK was carved into a monkey by Nuwa, it natural that that is the the animal he would share an "essential nature" with and would explain why he has a monkey form.

Mk also tends to have very atypical powers, which also aligns with the concept of him being a Yao since they tend to be born with unsual powers and with the ability to cultivate immortality. This explains why he was able to be immortal when we first met him, how he got that "invincibility" in the first place is still up for debate. I also wonder if this goes the other way where Yao can be born with immortality and cultivate others' powers... because that would explain how Mk is very easily able to adapt to others' powers. I'm not sure, though, since I've only done surface level research on this.

If that cultivation of powers is not possible then he may be unknowingly utilizing another common power of the Yao, shapeshifting to very accurately "mimic"(I'm not sure if that's the right word for it) others powers. Such as Wukong's, Macaque's and possibly LBD's.

Just some other cool tidbits about Yaoguai:

Yaoguai (妖怪) are distinct creatures from ghosts (鬼, pinyin: gui) and demons (魔, pinyin: mo). Ghosts are the spirits of the deceased, whereas demons are often described as fallen immortals and gods.(Mk is neither of those I think)

Sun Wukong uses this term often to insult his (demonic) adversaries(Huh that'd be ironic wouldn't it. To seemingly hate Yaoguai in JTTW, and then end up with one as his succesor.)

In Taoist folklore, yaoguai come from "an imbalance in the Tao" and "any combination of [atypical] powers, including mind control, shapeshifting and the ability to create illusions.(well our boy sure does have an atypical set of powers but if you all want to add on to this I would love to know if you've noticed some instances of these powers happening because I can see how Mk could be using shapeshifting powers but mind control and illusions? I'm not sure if there is any instance of him using those.)

[hyperch1ptune]

yk i’ve always wanted to do something like this on tumblr,,,in addition w me being extremely fixated to where I have a lot of ideas I wanna infodump about

ULTIMATE FIDGET & DIGIT HEADCANON SHEET LETS GOOO

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Overall Info

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They were both created by Penny, but not just to be extra defensive weapons for W.O.M.P. ; if anything, Penny found it to be a good excuse to add some extra members to the family.

They’re the twins of the family!! (Fidget only being 30 minutes younger technically due to the early testing & waking was done on Digit first)

(Speaking of, once they were tested in a small room for their first 1 on 1 meeting, Fidget introduced himself to Digit using morse code..he was still very unsure which language was his default)

Although they have the data to know every language, some of their mains are as listed: English, Español, Français, Sign language, Morse code, and Binary code.

(They like to scare Nozzaire sometimes with them knowing french)

Aside from most of their traits being taken off by Gadget, they both have they’re own unique personalities that bounce off of each other naturally.

This was given to them via a unique AI chip she created personally; making the robots being able to feel. One chip has much more intense power than the other, making them individual.

She also downloaded them with as much old & recent info she could by the time they were fresh, giving them a mouthful of knowledge all ranging from history to pop culture; a century full at best.

Because of this, they have the mentality of 20 year olds (Ranging from 20 to 25) having them act reasonable when needed, and a little immature when overwhelmed.

Both robots are agender!!

Digit believes since they’re not human they aren’t as deserving of being put under a specific umbrella; even with pronouns given to them.

Fidget also feels they don’t fit under certain categories, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t embrace it. If anything, he’s the most to experiment with different clothing whenever given the chance.

(Attack Of The Killer Bee’s & Help Wanted are good examples)

(This one’s kinda webcomicy implied but idc i’m impatient)

(Don’t mind how it’s mEssy as well)

From the beginning to the end of GATG, their skeleton has been updated CONSTANTLY for some sort of improvement. With extra tweaking being done as well from another character (wink wink), this is what their functions look on the inside for now.

The main middle surface has been heavily influenced from “The Ultimate Weapon”, where the aftermath has left Digit overwhelmed with a system like that overall, while Fidget still thought it was extremely stimulating.

(Digit still finds Fidget really gross for liking to eat)

To replace the stomach, a little storage cabinet was built inside Digit for a much comfortable fit; in addition giving him more room to collect random objects.

Fidget on the other hand got a whole update to the first stomach model; it now consisted of an elastic bag filled with much stronger acid, stronger than a humans at least (Battery acid). The size of it has increased as well, a request from Fidget really so he can spend more time stuffing himself without feeling discomfort.

Cushions are for extra defense around their gadgets & differentiating middle areas.

(The cushions and middle hatches both have separate openings, meaning the cushions can act like “skin” whenever it’s only the hatches open)

(Fidget enjoys having his stomach rubbed because of this)

(It’s also better defense for Digit overall if the cushions so happened to break if the evidence is spiked. 2 layers is honestly like a backup for him)

The smaller storage unit was implemented from “Claw’s Collection”, basically a little area where the gadgetinis can store small objects such as magnets or chip pieces.

The Danger sensor evolved more into a heart chip for them, taken from “No Such Thing As Ghosts”, usually from it intensifying whenever the both of them stumble upon something “frightening” & what not.

The speakers are a way the gadgetinis are able to take in and hear information: from them being hunks of metal to begin with, they don’t exactly have proper ear drums..Fidget experiences a lot of distortion from one of his speakers being loose though.

The Poison/Gas identifier & AI chip’s are just fun additions!! The chips giving the gadgetinis more “realistic” interactions, and the identifier making it more easy to see if something’s been spiked or if the air was being poisoned.

(At least thats a easy way 2 make sure their stoves don’t explode)

They’re body parts consist out of heavy metal, and water proof wire coating. This makes them both bullet proof indestructible to water..they still don’t dare to breathe water in due to the risk of their circuiting inside.

But even with these in mind, they’re still at huge risk if they ever get electrocuted, or overheat. They’re circulating can easily go haywire, and have them be broken for a good while.

They both weight 300 pounds respectively (Fidget only weighing 35 more) from all of the wiring & metal connected,,no way would they weight lightly.

(No way IN HELL am I listing off all of their gadgets,,,they showcase a new one every episode & that’s a whole different list on its own. I can say though all the main apartment’s are in they’re arms, legs, hat, and middle)

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Digit

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To start off, he focuses more on the role of being a robot more intensely than his brother.

Maybe a little too much as well..he’s extremely insecure when it comes to failure or flaws within his work or actions overall.

(He’s the type to sit and ponder on situations that don’t go as good as he hoped; not reacting as intense physically, but would probably stay quiet for a good couple of days until he feel the needs to vent.)

It’s a main reason why he bickers about Fidget & his “human” feelings, a self indulgent problem.

He bases his whole personality off of being servile, so showing or feeling genuine emotion has him think he’s imperfect in some way; easily beating himself over it.

(He’s probably envied another robot & their strengths before.)

Him overthinking about it in general also has him thinking it’s something he shouldn’t be doing, so he usually masks it with a nonchalant, strict, or sarcastic attitude.

With these attitudes he’s started to like the feeling of being praised more often, but he never gets selfish about it..he just gloats a lot.

Even with this in mind, he’s still extremely loyal whenever it comes to anyone in his family.

He cares for all of them an overwhelming amount, and doesn’t back down on cheering up or caring any of his family members. Seeing them happy always put him in a better mood overall.

If ANY of the Brown/Gadget family was put under any danger, he comes quick to serve to destroy anyone and anything putting them in a terrible position.

This makes him a good parental figure at best, having him watch & look over anybody underage and or untrusting for wanting to do something “dangerous”.

Because he’s quick to serve, he never says no to any request he’s given..professionally/forcefully speaking.

If a dumb enough of a request was given to him he’d probably turn it down (Or if it’s just something he’s unable to do)

Even if he keeps himself together, he can be easily more frightened than Fidget if you time it right. He never admits to it even if someone tells him about it.

This also plays into the fact he’s EXTREMELY sensitive to loud noises. Even if he knows it’s coming, it hits him like a truck with how overpowering the echos are in his ears.

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy metal/rock all that often..preferably nothing heavy, but still “dark” enough on a pop fan’s ear. This is one of those moments where he excuses how loud the music can be.

He gained a small habit of collecting things from the extra storage compartment, usually being specific items every time he’s off collecting.

This hobby is usually kept private, but he doesn’t mind showing Fidget some of the small trinkets he’s collected & infodump about their differences.

He likes to infodump to Fidget about random stuff overall, he really enjoys seeing him getting as intrigued as he is with his own hobbies & interests.

Digit’s a Aroace Homoplatonic (Or however you’d call a aroace gay person,,)

He never truly understands the appeal of love, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t interested in getting in a platonic relationship of any kind.

In addition to him not feeling “attraction” to anyone feminine, he usually gets more intrigued in a person if they were as professional as him so they have something to bond over.

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Fidget

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Fidget on the other hand thrives off of his emotions; he doesn’t think much on profession, & overall he’s just having a fun time!!

It’s strangely beautiful for him to not have anything natural to a human but still feel certain pains, emotions, and strengths as would a human.

He isn’t scared on showing whatever it’s feeling; maybe it being pain, hunger, sadness, excitement, he’s gonna show it one way or another.

He’s also the more dramatic and or teasing character, although it’s all in good fun if he’s poking fun at someone close.

He does get a little insecure about his feelings whenever Digit says something on him being unable to do something, but it’s like a small sting he’d feel for a couple minutes.

He usually processes negative emotions more intensely, making a whole fit during the moment until he eventually gets over it.

This doesn’t mean he isn’t emotional, Fidget is extremely sympathetic & worrisome overall.

Usually his mind goes into areas that’d seem silly to scare himself over, but there are times where he uses those feelings for anything more “heavy”.

His brother is a good example of this, with Fidget feeling terrible over Digit giving himself such a strict mindset for as long as they both could remember.

Speaking of, Digit is a huge role model to Fidget aside from the lieutenant. Most of what he dose he’d always think what Digit would do or say in the situation.

(Mostly it’s just a bunch of funny bits where he’d get reminded of how comedically sarcastic he can be)

This is another reason he feels so awful on him beating on himself over the smallest “flaws”, Fidget doesn’t care how Digit acts because he’s apart of family. No matter how he was he was still going to care for him equally.

He does try & get a little bit out of Digit once in a while, usually starting as a fight & them slowly turning into them both comforting each other.

Fidget is scary good at comforting whenever he isn’t in a panic, maybe it’s just a certain tone he uses, but if he’s trying to cheer someone up their in good hands.

If he is in a panic or rush, it’s gonna be really messy with whatever he says; really it’s him trying to find the right words he can’t see.

(He’s the silly one of the duo! Someone’s gotta do it!)

Fidget’s equally loyal about his family as is Digit, but he dose get a little scared at time of what they may be facing off. Piss him off enough & he’ll get just has defensive IF NOT MORE than his twin.

Even then he’d usually be in the one in the trouble..if he ever needs to save someone outside of the lieutenant or Penny he’s probably getting tricked in some way.

(He’s smart enough to not fully fall into the bait, if anything the idea of someone being used as bait for him makes him mad enough)

Type of guy to enjoy hot temperatures, preferably anything that steams, like a hot towel!

It massages the outer plates of his body, as well making his circits more loose to where he could melt like putty. As he’s said before about steam: “It relaxes him for the whole day” (Help Wanted reference again hi)

Although he enjoys consuming many things, this guys a MAJOR sweet tooth.

Anything sweet, rich, sour, chilled, creamy, milky, choc-y even he easily melts over. He’s the type of guy who could eat a cake whole if he wanted; and given his agility, he very much can.

Because of a specific icon of MAD, he’s got a tad bit of fear for most cats..it melts away once he finds out if a said kitty is nice.

His MAIN fear is anything paranormal

Fidget’s a Pansexual-romantic (or just an asexual pansexual!)

This robot understands love much more than intended, almost anyone appealing enough makes his heart race. But even then if someone outside of his family fed him he’d probably think about that longer than intended..

Even with this being the case, he’s never comfortable with anybody getting close-close with him, he’d be confused either way with him not exactly being equipped for what others find appealing. Just some close cuddling & he’s all good.

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don’t mind how this got a lil messy around the end,,,but dAmn was this fun to write

[intervalart]

Shorthand AU Masterpost

So my brainrot has gotten so bad that I currently I have 5 AUs for The Idiot Cowboys. At this point they might as well be OCs because this is....... Ridiculous. I have never had this happen with any other series I've been into.

All of them are still WIPs, and anything is subject to change because I have no idea what I'm doing. (pic to break up the cut)

-Vampire/Werewolf (this one you already know); I use BBFF for short when referring to this. BBFF is short for Bark Bark Flap Flap, because I am garbage at naming things, lol (Masterpost here, and I will also post a short and simple summary comic I made for it when I get the chance)

This only happened cuz of the amount of research I've had to do to scientifically justify the supernatural elements in my mind. (there is a lot of science nonsense in here, ESPECIALLY around the vampire mechanics, believe me)

This is also a slowburn from hell, cuz they are both Very Bad at dying, to the point where they through the decades up to Near Future (for those not in the fandom, it's a wacky setting with robots and psychic powers and basically a kaiju fight. Y'know, just how the people in 1994 imagined 2014 would be) and they both are intended to have unique designs for that era too. (only MD is designed for that so far, will post later.)

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-Fae AU; (I call it Lil Guys AU cuz again, awful with names, summary is here) still set in the wild west, but it's kinda borrowercore with somewhat darker pepperings of Home Safety Hotline in terms of lore.

I'm working on a summary for that that I will post when it's ready, but it also has a lot of magic mechanics to it. However at this point it's mostly ramblings and whatever bullshit I doodled (and there is A LOT OF IT at this point, because this is the main one i have been scared of posting), and a lot of fic that I've not posted anywhere because I am TERRIFIED of sharing my writing, lmao.

Their relationship moves a lot faster in this one, probably because they're both facing The Horrors™ together that are under the surface of the fantasy facade, and they have to trust each other to survive. (Mostly because they are both silly little rat guys) This one is very much high risk, high return in terms of their relationship.

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-Duende AU; This one, I literally stuck them in my own OG setting with my OCs (for all 5 of you who know it, it's Yukure's series, which i do need to post more of the lore for, sorry lol)

Essentially, Sundown is a normal guy/former sheriff due to being a suspect in an Unfortunate Event that befell his town in 2012 (The year which the main catalyst occurs in the series), but he was acquitted and sorta "honorably discharged" since he couldn't ever really face his job again (the investigation and trial dragged on for 5 years up to 2017, where the series takes place)

And here, MD is his "Duende" (sorta like being haunted by a ghost/having a Familiar, but they're also functionally a parasite on a host)

They have a similarly antagonistic relationship here, but it's a bit different here because Mad Dog thinks he's pretty much a normal, charming, handsome, witty, suave bounty hunter, who's not sure why he got stuck with some guy with ptsd and depression, and why he suddenly has weird cool powers, and now he's coping with essentially being a ghost/incorporeal.

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-Vaudeville AU; this is not so much an AU as it is a continuation of canon

Essentially, MD finally catches Sunny after years of goin' at it, collects the bounty money, feels aimless and and horrible because he has no purpose in life. (a core factor here being a sense of loss because he knows he couldn't beat Sunny at his prime, he had to wait til age caught up with him, and he's realizing how much of his own life he spent on it and is Going Through It)

So he breaks Sunny out of jail, talk out their problems, and live the rest of their lives with the bounty money hiding from the law. (fake names, new aliases, everything)

The Vaudeville part comes in cuz MD eventually buys a theater with the reward money, and the setting takes place in the early 1930s as a LAL fan chapter which I keep meaning to write. (These two are really just minor characters in that setting but it's fun anyway lol)

They're in their 70s at this point, but they're still kickin!

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-Roleswap; this is pretty much just what it says on the tin. If Mad Dog was the outlaw and Sundown was the bounty hunter.

I think MD is wanted for (allegedly) burning down a theater that he was performing in (in truth, the owner needed insurance money and blamed it on him)

This one in particular is fascinating, mostly because Sundown isn't dead inside.

He still has light in his eyes and people to protect. They survived the attack, but he still left town to draw attention away from them, and hunts bounties to survive. (he sends the money to them)

This one is probably the least developed, but still open ended for shenanigans. (I REALLY wanna make the designs for it too...)

[sophiasharp]

Thinking about how much of an anomaly Swiss is and how much I love Jack of All Trades characters.

Because ghouls that are an even split of all 5 elements, up until Swiss, had been unheard of. Sure, hybrids are a thing that happen sometimes, just look at Sunny and Aurora, but all 5?

It had been previously theorized by the Ministry that the max amount of elements one ghoul could possess on the surface was 3; any more and the body would begin to deteriorate due to the strain of containing that much conflicting elemental power. That’s not to say such ghouls COULDN’T exist down in The Pit, but they likely wouldn’t survive the journey to the surface.

Which brings us back to Swiss. Swiss, the living contradiction to all the Ministry thought they knew. Swiss, the type of ghoul never before seen on Earth or in Hell. Swiss, who could light your smoke one minute and chill your drink the next.

However, such great power has its limits. For example, while, yes, he could do both of those things one after the other, he is incapable of doing them both at once, forced to focus on one element at a time.

His natural abilities are also not quite as strong as those of someone born purely of that element. In order to reach even close to that level requires an intense amount of concentration and energy that simply isn’t sustainable for long periods of time.

This limitation gets to him some days more than others. Some days, he feels more like a cheep knock-off of a ghoul than anything else- like someone’s amateur interpretation of one. It’s an easy argument to make, given that’s how he survived in The Pit: pretending to be a full elmental ghoul and joining an established pack until the truth caught up with him and he was forced to leave and wander till the cycle could start anew.

Even though it’s been years now since he’d left The Pit and found a family that accepts him for exactly what he is, it still gets hard some days not to feel like somewhat of a fraud- like he’s tricked them all into loving a version of himself that was somehow better than he really is and it’ll only be a matter of time before they find him out and it’s back to square one down in the hellfire below.

Thankfully, his pack has gotten good at noticing when he’s too far in his own head and can remind him of just how sincerely loved and appreciated he is. It’s most days now where he gleefully tousles Rain’s hair with a gust of wind before warming up the coffee that had gone cold in its pot. It’s most days where he good-naturedly pesters Mountain in his greenhouse while going from plant to plant to water them and offer some earthly coaxing of growth. It’s most days where he can tune into the same quintessence frequency as Aether and Aeon and make sure neither were overextending themselves.

Yes, Swiss would say he is very proud of what he could do for his pack.

After all, a Jack of all trades and master of none is far greater still than a master of one.

(It appears my brand new side blog has been immediately yeeted into the shadow realm upon creation so I’m having to repost this here 😅 if you didn’t know, I’m moving my ghost headcanons to @mancer-in-the-abbey . Idk when it’ll get to see the light of day but hopefully it will soon!)

[sbtorms]

Y'all know how Sunsetter is, like... my Underswap take of sorts? Well, I've recently been working on ideas for an Underfell take of sorts as well, with my own little twists.

Well, it's... kinda an Underfell take. Just a bit different in... a lot of ways.

I made up the name as I'm typing this, because I didn't have a name beforehand.

RED HAZE: Tale Of The Fallen

(or just "Red Haze")

This take has a lot of differences from the usual interpretation, including changing appearances... more than just details and clothing.

(Do note that the main cast would have different names from their Undertale counterparts. But since I can't think of any ideas for now, and also to prevent confusion, I'm just using the original names.)

Unlike in Undertale, there is no barrier keeping monsterkind from going to the surface. Hell, there isn't a mountain at all. Instead, monsterkind resides in a magically imbued forest, with only one way to leave, while entering gets one endlessly lost.

Asgore simply is biding his time, getting the souls of seven humans, to become godlike, and to wipe out humanity. No monster tries to go after Asgore, or even question his methods. Some act this way out of fear of what he could do, others that are for him and for his plan, and then the few that don't care either way.

The "routes" are named somewhat differently from what people usually call Undertale's

Path of Solace - ("Pacifist" Route) Path of Choices - ("Neutral" Routes) Path of Exploit - ("Genocide" Route)

“* You brush aside the agony.”

- this take's replacement for being "filled with determination"

AGONY is a haze that leaks from broken souls, with more of it depending how much negative energy one has when they die. It mentally and physically affects those who breathe it in. Naturally, it opposes the power of Determination, as that power does to it, destroying each other until one remains or there's nothing left. But, with enough focus, perhaps one could use both as one. Such a concept would be a focus of the Path of Exploit, specifically regarding both Undyne and Frisk.

Time for the cast!

Frisk and Chara

Admittedly, I didn't think much besides design-wise for these goobers. It's probably just that Frisk is more tired than usual and Chara was used as a sacrifice to the monsters in a failed attempt at a peace offering by humanity, actually got sick instead of it being planned, and yada-yada Asriel soul absorption and death. ...okay, maybe I thought a little for Chara. But not too much for Frisk.

The shirt patterns here are probably obviously Yumi Nikki inspired, despite the fact that I know nothing about the game itself besides some characters, lol.

The Dreemurrs (Toriel, Asgore, and Asriel)

Similar to canon Underfell, Toriel is what started this entire take concept to begin with. The idea stemmed from "what if the dreemurr family had biblically accurate angel imagery (eyes and wheels) instead of devil imagery (goats, fire, trident, y'know)?" And then I added "black sheep" into that, so that's what I ended up with.

Toriel is very fearful of humans, instead of a caretaker, running away and attacking when cornered. She uses what power she has to keep herself alone, not wanting to be emotionally tied and hurt again. (She's my favorite in the cast :3)

Asgore has been particularly affected by the AGONY of the many fallen children that died by his hand, becoming almost a tyrant, with only some of his original personality fading in and out.

Asriel is... actually not too different from canon Asriel, considering he died before everything really kicked off.

Flowey is a small mass/hivemind of bundled flowers, tied together like a "rat king". Each flower has only small snippets of past memories as Asriel, as well its own "personality", splitting Undertale Flowey’s personality into six pieces. They try to help Frisk get through the area, due to how unsafe it is. Whether they have their own goals remains to be seen.

The Blooks are shadow spirits instead of simple ghosts.

Napstablook is somewhat the same as in Undertale, other than the visual changes. Though, due to the circumstances, they’d have a bit more of an issue with their emotional state, bottling up their feelings, usually until such bursts when they can’t take it anymore.

Mettaton possesses many types of machinery, instead of just his singular body. In a way, this is due to the fact that he cannot decide on a single one.

The Ruins Dummy ghost is instead possessing a box and works as how items travel between boxes throughout the areas.

Maddie (aka "Mad Dummy" or "Mad Mew Mew" in Undertale, Maddie is sorta just a fandom nickname i think) basically acts like canon, but also a Mimic in a way, also possessing a box.

There would also be a secret boss fight against both Mettaton and Maddie, replacing Undertale's "Mad Mew Mew" one, with one where the two are trying to share the same body. The goal is to get the two to get along and work together… or just straight up destroy the body.

The Skelebros are instead lost spirits, seemingly of their original counterparts in some way...

Papyrus's goal is the same as his original, but instead in hopes of finally passing on, instead of joining a "Royal Guard". In reality, he knows he's never gonna pass on, but is in constant denial of such.

Sans, however, seems to have accepted and adapted to his “life”, and just wants to follow after his brother with whatever happens to him. He also likes dark humor, because of course he does.

The "Royal Guard" replacement is instead a cult that Undyne leads (and used to be led by Gerson), with a focus on a so-called prophecy, and using AGONY for what they see as a good thing. While they seem to be against King Asgore, it's more or less that they want him back to how he was before everything happened.

Undyne is a hooded guide throughout Waterfall (or whatever it'd be called in the take). She'd still be a fishlike monster, perhaps siren-like or anglerfish-like... or both. She protects the harmless from a gang of young monsters, led by Monster Kid.

Alphys is still the Royal Scientist, but also some form of background security in a way. She has an abundance of hidden cameras all throughout the Underground. She uses her vision across the areas for many reasons. Blackmail, catching traitors in the act, sometimes just... watching. Some monsters, especially many in the cult, have become evasive enough to miraculously avoid her gaze.

Her appearance is a bit more more based on that one beta design by Tuyoki.

[tatters-the-bat]

I don't remember if I've posted this so I'm gonna do so again and use it as an excuse to loredump :3

This is the main cast of one of my OUs, Ectopolis, the city of ghosts!

Ectopolis is in Earth's atmosphere, but is only visible and tangible to ghosts. "Newlydead" souls flock to the city due to the presence of The Pool, a large, mysterious collection of colorful ectoplasm that souls use to shape their new ghost forms! It's also where they go to if their ghost form is ever destroyed. There are other settlements and stuff like floating islands all across the atmosphere, but Ectopolis is the biggest, mostly because of the Pool being such a central thing to the ghost world.

Sometimes, on the surface of the Pool, powerful splotches of high-energy plasm form, known as Hyperplasm. Very few ghosts have ever formed from these, and the few that did have no memory of their previous life. One of the most prominent is the namesake, Hyper, who is the mayor of the city now!

He and his crew here basically just work to ensure that new ghosts learn how things work and that nothing threatens the spectral plane - sometimes, rogue souls will corrupt and become monstrous Specters roaming the atmosphere, so part of the group's job is to make sure those specters are dealt with so they don't hurt anyone.

Character info below cut!!

As mentioned, Hyper is the mayor and does mayor stuff; in fact, he's constantly swamped with paperwork. As a hyperplasmic ghost, he's capable of plasma shock abilities, but this is rarely seen due to him usually being too busy to be directly involved in combat.

Zest is the security guard of the Pool, usually the first person people meet when they form. He makes sure well enough that people make it to the front desk and get acclimated to their afterlife. Buuut he's also a huge flirt and slacks off near constantly.

Charles is a strong, silent janitor who in life was a successful party-bro bodybuilder. He doesn't talk much, but he never backs down from a challenge - which is what got him killed, when at a party he decided to chug a dubious shake made from everything in the fridge. He's Zest's boyfriend also! :3

Rayne is the front desk clerk of the main building where the Pool is, so she makes sure new ghosts get registered into the system and know where they should go to do whatever it is they want to do. She's bitter and sarcastic, but she opens up if you get to know her. She and Zest lovingly despise each other.

Dillon is a nervous wreck of a ghost that works the cafeteria, having died from a heart attack after receiving a letter from a famous chef that wanted to meet with him, which he has not lived down. Ghosts don't need to eat, but Dillon has succeeded in making incredible flavor profiles that bring in people all the time anyway. If only he wasn't so shy and anxiety-filled.

Emile was a veterinarian in life, specializing in reptiles. They died to a snake bite, and has gotten some reptilian traits to it in its afterlife. It's affectionately called "Dr. Snake-Eyes," "Dr. Chameleon," "Dr. Lizard-brain," etc by Zest - he hates all of those nicknames. They're a very capable ghost doctor, being a major reason that more people don't have to reform at the Pool, so it doesn't like being 'othered' by its attributes.

[demonwebs-a]

soooooo !!  been working on building some kind of lore around the concept of ghost spiders because they sounded very interesting to me from the brief pieces of information i could scavenge from the web. I wanted to try and incorporate this in my portrayal in a way that feels more mm, interesting, and delve a little into how their powers might work, how they're seen within drow society, what’s their connection with lolth, etc. if you enjoy rambling 👍 if not run away and save yourself bye

So, Szarkai are rarely born, but what happens when they are? How do people view them in the Underdark? If they happen to be born in a common family, for whatever reason, they will be taken from their families and begin their training to be top spies from as early as possible. They are treated like royalty, even if they’re not, which Vhaal already had the advantage of being, and envied by almost every other drow, which means they respect you…? Mm, well to your face, maybe, but it mostly means they want to kill you. So, Szarkai often receive the “princess in a tower” treatment from their families. Meaning: they are confined to their homes, can’t leave unless their matrons order them to, and if they absolutely must, they do so under disguise, due to how cutthroat drow society can be, especially murder capital Menzoberranzan. 

What does this mean for Vhaal? Well, it means like all other Szarkai before him, he grew up fairly sheltered, and I’m using this term loosely here because “sheltered” within drow society means very different things than on the surface. He was still beaten and abused, whipped, tortured, threatened if he didn’t do as told, and essentially made to believe he only lives to obey the commands of his Lolth, his Matron, and his sisters, but he also didn’t experience the harshness of society as a whole outside of his noble house (ex; he never had to resort to cannibalism, or was used as target practice by the Priestesses of Lolth. Yay?) His life revolved around studying, training, and training some more. He was to do nothing else, not hobbies, nor indulging in pleasures, not until he’d graduated (he was trained privately) and his training was finished, at which point he could be sent to the surface to act as Lolth’s spy and do her bidding.

And why are they viewed as precious, exactly? Note this is not canon to dnd, because I don't care. I’m allowing myself creative freedom, and dnd lore hurts my head, so I'm making the Szarkai a little more than a genetic mutation working with the base they gave me. Now, from what I could find online, there is some precedence for this (but drow who worship Lolth are part of a cult, so it might as well just be blind belief), but we know is that the birth of a Szarkai is incredibly rare, very few are mentioned throughout their whole 6000 years of existence, and many believe it to be a blessing from Lolth on the House where they are born to basically reward them for being such good little pets for mommy (I mean, my words but… essentially Lolth’s words also I’m sure). Vhaal’krin comes from the House Symryvvin, which is frequently referred to as “the eyes of Lolth in the city”, not the highest ranked of the noble houses, but said to be one of the most devout to the Spider Queen still. His Matron is one of the most powerful Priestesses of Lolth in the city, and working under the umbrella that this is in fact a ‘blessing’ bestowed by the Spider Queen, Vhaal’krin being born a Szarkai would make perfect sense. We all know drow live in constant shame, because they can never fully live up to Lolth's demands, and they can't look like her, and in truth, the Spider Queen can never truly be pleased, and if nothing else, because Szarkai are so arachnid like in their genetics while not being full on driders, yeah she probably does like them like a tiny bit more, which essentially just means she gets off on testing you and bullying you more than anyone else because you're her favorite pet, and don't you dare complain about it.

They are described as having “have pale, bone-white, or even alabaster-white skin and red eyes.” which meant they could easily pass for elves on the surface, and not be suspected as drow, it made them invaluable as spies, and it gave Lolth reach in places she otherwise wouldn’t have (and she does want to be worshiped by more than drow and extend her reach, she just also… has a difficult time not loathing everyone lmao). They also note “Many drow thought of Szarkai as a separate race,” and that some of them “had minor deformities, such as a lack of hair, small fangs, or gnarled and claw-like hands, suggesting the popular view had a slight basis in fact.” so the idea there might be in fact something more than just albinism going on isn’t that far fetched. Now, for my personal portrayal, I'm gonna go ahead and say albinism while very rare, can and does happen within the drow community, so when a Szarkai is born, most assume they are just that: a rare albino drow, except the two are separate entities, albeit they appear very similar on the surface. Szarkai have deformities (claws, fangs, etc), plus a few… peculiarities and powers that make them very arachid-like, and an intense connection to Lolth, albino drows do not. They look similar, and are rare enough no two have existed at the same time, not even decades apart, so most people can’t tell the difference, and they’re put in the same basket. They are not. What they are is the result of direct godly meddling by Lolth. You could say she “weaves her web in the wound of their mothers to create an extension of her will into the world.” and from the moment they are born they can hear and feel a connection to the Spider Queen unlike any other because, well, they are part of her, in a sense, born out of divine favor, seen as the direct offspring or chosen vessels of Lolth herself (her flesh, her eyes and ears, her hands), created to do her bidding, and serve her purpose which they don't get to know until she wants them to know, if she wants them to. They are to be trained to carry out special missions on her behalf and cause absolute chaos.

Their birth is always shrouded in myth and mystery, always to be kept secret, with only the most trusted family members and allies aware of their existence until they are ready to fulfill their divine roles. Szarkai are hidden away and guarded until they reach maturity, trained in secret by elite tutors and protected by powerful wards, and ensuring they remain alive is as much a test of a House’s loyalty and strength as anything else. In the rare event a Szarkai child is born, the house is expected to prove its worthiness by raising and protecting the child without faltering until they reach adulthood. This absolutely does not exempt them from suffering mindless abuse, in fact, she demands more of them than any other, and failing to make them "strong" in the eyes of Lolth would be seen as much of a failure as killing them in the process of doing so. And if you fail? Well, as it often does, it will bring Lolth’s wrath and disfavor (and you know what happens when she's unhappy? Probably death). Despite being called “favored” and “blessed”, there’s no actual records or tales of a Szarkai living any longer than any normal normal drow, in fact, they tend to live shorter, more isolated lives, and go insane prior to “vanishing”. Most likely, once they outlive their usefulness or fail to keep her favor, the Queen calls them back to the abyss to consume them.

They are born with innate magical abilities tied directly to the Abyss and to Lolth, their dna isn't pure drow, and that's why there's always a little something about their appearances that give people pause. I’ll go into further detail in a bit, but the tldr is: they share a few arachnid-like traits and abilities, enhanced combat prowess, and an affinity for arachnids (shocker ik). They can also receive (be tormented by, really) visions of Lolth, no matter how far they have strayed from the reaches of the Demonweb Pits, and as you can imagine, Lolth’s whisperings will leave anyone mad in time, so they’re usually not the most stable of people.

They are always Lolth’s spies, whether they would like to be or not; their eyes and ears are hers to see through unless they can find a way to sever the connection (maybe pleading another God for help like Eilistraee could do the trick, but who knows). As they move through the Underdark and beyond to gather intelligence, infiltrate enemy ranks, and manipulate events in favor of drow interests, she is always watching, and if she is unhappy, she’s going to make sure they know that. Their very abilities seem to be crafted to make them able to blend in and remain undetected, the perfect pawns for espionage.

To the fun bit, what powers does he have, exactly? Have I thought about this an unnecessary amount of time? Maybe so. Keep in mind, I’ll be adding collateral effects to a lot of these because Lolth is an asshole lmao ain’t no way she’d just give you things without some cruel or dangerous side effect.

Shadow Manipulation

Ability to Control Shadows: The ability to control and manipulate shadows, allowing him to move unseen, create tangible constructs from darkness, or even use shadows as weapons in combat.

Shadow Meld: He can blend into shadows, becoming invisible in dim light or darkness, making him almost impossible to detect when in the dark.

Shadow Step: A teleportation ability that allows him to step through shadows, moving instantaneously from one darkened area to another within a certain range.

Possible side effects:

Shadow Corruption: Overuse of shadow manipulation will cause the body to gradually merge with the shadows, making it less corporeal. This might lead to a loss of physical sensation, light sensitivity, difficulty interacting with the material world, or/and an uncontrollable urge to remain in darkness.

Haunted by Shadows: If his concentration is broken as he commands the shadows to act on his behalf, they might become sentient or develop a will of their own, acting against his desires or even turning on him.

Lolth’s Touch

Lolth's Blessing: If he is currently under her favor, he is able to summon swarms of spiders. If he has lost her favor, there’s a good chance the spiders will turn on him and his allies if he attempts to summon them during combat.

Prophetic Visions: During his meditative state, he can receive visions or premonitions from Lolth, guiding him or warning him of future events. The visions are usually cryptic, never for his benefit, and require interpretation. There’s also a 50% chance she just thought it’d be funny to fuck with you because she can.

Spiderstep: The ability to climb difficult surfaces and crawl on walls and ceilings. Immune to being enwebbed. His movement speed is not affected by web surfaces.

Even more terrible side effects:

Divine Burnout: Lolth’s blessing can cause extreme fatigue and/or a temporary loss of other abilities. This might be especially severe if he channels too much power at once, requiring long recovery periods afterward.

Insidious Whispers: After receiving visions, he might be plagued by Lolth’s whispers, inducing paranoia, hallucinations, or even compulsions that drive them to commit acts of cruelty or betrayal against their will.

Enhanced Darkvision

Nocturnal Predator: Allows him to sense any creature through vibrations and movement in darkness within 40m of him and know their approximate location. If a creature is within this range, he can’t be surprised, and they don’t have advantage unless he is unconscious. 

Nocturnal: Has advantage in darkness, disadvantage when fighting in broad daylight, as well as any spells involving light. Also he’ll fucking whine about it relentlessly.

Aura of Seduction

Seductive Ensnarement: Allows him to project an irresistible aura of charm, luring the prey towards him. If in close proximity, Vhaal'krin can focus his charm on a single target, overwhelming their senses and causing a temporary paralysis. The target becomes entranced, unable to move or think clearly, giving him opportunity to attack.

Venomous Touch

Claws: He attacks with his claws if not yielding a weapon, and deals piercing + necrotic damage .

Poisonous Bite: The ability to secrete poison through their fangs as he bites, dealing necrotic damage, paralysis, intense pain, or even hallucinations.

Spider Affinity

Spider Communication: Can communicate with spiders and other arachnids.

Web Weaver: The ability to create webs of various sizes and strengths, which can be used to enweb enemies, create barriers and difficult terrain.

Resilience and Immunities

Resistance to Poison: Naturally resistant to poisoning damage, fully immune to some poisons. The man's not only a cryptid, but he's also been building his immunity since he was a kid.