#hotspot is dead for some reason

[dailyzawa]

can't do cringetober today guys 😔 i won't have any wifi in my new place until some point tomorrow, and today's prompt especially would require a digital program of some sort, which i have no way of getting to my phone w/o wifi. still gonna do some little catchup drawings though!

[tribbetherium]

(Here you go, sorry for the wait lol)

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Surrounding the Middle Temperocene continent of South Ecatoria, the small, pelagic islands off its coasts have become the hotspots of unusual and remarkable evolutionary forms. Here species arrived either from being cut off from the mainland, rafting on debris in storms, or travelling there upon their own accord: and in isolation they have been morphed by time and natural selection into unique species found nowhere else on the planet.

Reef Ridge Isle, to the continent's northeast, is as its name implies: a sandy landmass north of the North Bridge Reef with parts of old dead coral exoskeletons that extend above the surface to form a landmass that, in some areas, piled up with white sand--the eroded remains of old coral chewed, processed and excreted by a wide array of coral eaters over countless millions of years-- and other sediments, upon which plants have taken root, delivered by the droppings of ratbats and pterodents.

These plants are fed upon by one rather unlikely and unexpected grazer: the insular giant landshrab (Megalocarcinocaris giganteus). Largest of the terrestrial shrish, this slow-moving, primarily-herbivorous species lives entirely on land as an adult, with other members of its genus widespread well across the mainland and the surrounding islands thanks to the manner in which they reproduce. While land-dwellers as adults, they return to water to breed, releasing thousands of planktonic young that drift into the sea far and wide, eventually seeking out islands and shores as they mature and moving onto land once molted into miniature adults. The insular giant landshrab, however, has become a distinct species, as it prefers to spawn in tide pools, where its young are well-protected. They bear smaller clutches, but larger and more-developed young, which, with their secluded upbringing, have become reproductively isolated from the other seafaring species of landshrabs.

The beaches and shores of this island, in the meantime, have become the rookeries of another unique endemic species, the ridgeland gnawrus (Macrootariimys dimorphis), an omnivorous bayver that gathers here in great numbers to rest, breed, and birth their pups. Most distinctively, males can grow up to thrice as large as females, and sport powerful incisors and canine-like first molars: useful for both feeding on a wide array of food like shrish, shrabs, bivalves and even marine plants on occasion, and also for fighting rival males to score breeding rights to harems of receptive females. This aggressive dominance-based hierarchy is the reason behind their marked dimorphism, as the larger males held an advantage when it came to battling for mates and territory, pushing smaller, weaker males to the fringes of the colony where they are both more exposed to predation by phorcas and have lesser reproductive success: factors that heavily skew the sex ratio of the adult gnawrus population toward fewer males and more numerous females.

Smaller species live on the island as well. In the absence of typical "basic rodents" such as furbils and duskmice, a small, flight-inhibited ratbat, the ridge rockbat (Micropteronyctus coralinsulus), fills their niche instead, scurrying about on the ground to feed on seeds, roots, tender shoots and small invertebrates, being a poor and infrequent flier that spends most of its time on the ground seeking cover underneath dense vegetation. A small rattile lives here too: the reef ridge rafter (Insulosauromys coralis), which roams the coasts of the island during dusk and dawn, feeding on insects and other small arthropods. Able to float on water thanks to microscopic hairs on its underside that make it nearly completely waterproof, holdovers from its ancestors that lived in the rainy, flood-prone jungles of South Ecatoria, a lucky few survived being washed out to sea and made it to the island by floating there, either on their own accord or hitching a ride on driftwood or beachpeach fruit, a small percent arriving just in time before they succumbed to dehydration or predation.

But rafting is not the only way for a rattile to settle onto a secluded island where they can evolve in isolation. On the Strait Isle, east of South Ecatoria, some have done so in a perhaps unexpected manner: they flew there.

On the forest floors of the island, the thorny quilldrake (Echinopteromys stridulus) roams the leaf litter, searching for the abundant small invertebrates that it eats. It would otherwise be a typical rattile at first glance, save for four spiny appendages on its back that in males, are rubbed together to produce high-pitched noises: a feature that betrays its ancestry as a flightless wingle that had emerged independently from the nephtiles of Isla de Oof.

Unlike the nephtiles, however, the flightless wingles of Strait Isle have remained small and inconspicuous, and no longer produce a flighted juvenile stage. Their wings, modified hair attached to muscular knobs, have been reduced to small keratinous spikes, as is the case with the ground spurwing (Apterasauromys rotundus), a burrowing herbivore that uses its moveable spikes as defensive structures when the solitary creatures tussle against their own species over territory and food.

The forest floor, in the meantime, is teeming with more unusual creatures: golden miteshrabs (Aurocarcinocaris minimus), tiny land shrabs that time their breeding cycles to the high tides as they, like the giant landshrabs of Reef Ridge, are terrestrial crustaceans that still return to sea to breed. They swarm along the ground by the thousands, even millions, carpeting the forest floors and beaches in a bright yellow mass of moving bodies migrating oceanward. Such conspicuous gatherings draw the attention of many predators, such as quilldrakes as well as seagoing ratbats and shore-living skwoids, but, numbering in such quantities, the proportion consumed by predators scarcely even dents their teeming numbers.

The isle's most remarkable and intriguing inhabitant, however, is perhaps the muddy fudgeback (Amphibiocheloimys pterapus), a member of a group of marine shingles known as the sterapins. Uniquely among its clade, which are fully-aquatic as they give birth to live young, the fudgeback retains the ability to haul itself ashore and bask in the warm suns' rays, its dark coloration helping it raise its temperature quicker at such a cool southern latitude. Feeding on mockjellies and sea plants as adults, the young are conversely carnivorous to fuel their rapid growth, and their ability to clamber onto land enables the juveniles to pursue and feast upon the abundance of golden miteshrabs whenever they migrate to the seashore.

North of the mainland is the Peachland Isle: a small landmass once connected to the mainland that broke off at least a few million years ago. As such, most of its species, as recent divergences, still resemble the species of the northern beachpeach forests, yet are still recognizable as their own distinct species.

The entire landmass is basically covered in beachpeach forest, and thus its residents are ones specialized for a mix of the aquatic and arboreal. Present here are the sunkeys, specifically the yellow sunkey (Xanthaquapithecomys insularis), living in social groups that forage in the water for aquatic plants, beachpeach fruit and marine invertebrates, and retreat into the canopy of the overhanging branches to seek safety from occasional transient predators such as bayvers and cricetaceans that sometimes visit the flooded forests. Similarly adapted is the peachland tree rodder (Arbolutromys leptopus), which can climb up the trunks of the beachpeach to rest safely for the evening. They coexist quite amicably with the sunkeys due to them being specialized eaters of quillnobs and other marine gastropods and thus competing very little over food, though during the breeding season when the sunkeys become more territorial the tree rodders are often bullied away by their otherwise usually placid neighbors, and thus wisely learn to keep their distance during this time.

Meanwhile, inching along the branches of the canopy trees is the green beachpeach piedviper (Arbophiosauromys viridans), a burrowurm that much like the sunkeys and tree rodders lives a double life as both tree-climber and semi-aquatic swimmer, equipped with both hooked limbs and tail for clinging onto branches, and a long, flexible body that can undulate smoothly to propel it through the water. Most piedvipers are insectivores, and in this case it plays a similar niche in a very different ecosystem: its diet consists of peachroot mermites (Myrmecocaris spp.). These colonial shrish live among the root systems of the beachpeach trees, and even excavate tunnels in the wood with their claws to build shelters in the roots where their egg-laying queens can reside. The green beachpeach piedviper, while resting amidst the treetops most of the time, descends into the water to feed on the mermites, providing an important service in keeping the mermites under control lest they damage the roots too much and harm, weaken or even kill the host tree.

And furthest east to the mainland is the peculiar Isla Pterodens: an atoll composed of a circular volcanic landmass surrounding a shallow central lagoon. This lagoon is teeming with life where photosynthetic algae grow in abundance and small shrish and pescopods gather in large shoals to seek refuge from deeper-water predators: eventually bringing about one of the most remarkable phenomena of evolution illustrating both its resilience and also its limitations.

Titan prunejaws (Titanopteromys thanotherium), notable for their wrinkled, ridged and brightly-colored lower wattle found on the males as a sexual display, are one of the heaviest of the flying pterodents, and range around the southern coasts of the mainland, primarily feeding on small aquatic prey but also being drawn to beached carrion of dead marine animals, being opportunistic scavengers as well when such a calorie-rich meal presents itself. Due to their weight and laborious takeoff, flight is an energy-intensive effort that remained due to its payoff in allowing the prunejaw to find food and escape danger: which makes it perhaps rather unsurprising that, upon settling onto Isla Pterodens, the prunejaws very quickly abandoned flight in just a few generations when presented with a productive land, with no terrestrial enemies, where they could simply wade through the lagoon and easily forage in the abundance, becoming the insular subspecies known as the inevitable prunejaw (T. thanotherium invictus).

And inevitable indeed they seem, for, prior to their current colonization in the last few hundred thousand years, the atoll of Isla Pterodens had completely sunk beneath the waves during warmer periods of decreased glaciation and elevated sea levels. Their idyllic paradise now an inescapable death trap, the now-flightless prunejaws were unable to escape the demise of their home, and quickly became extinct...at least, for the time being.

In the fluctuating sea levels of the Temperocene, as the polar ice caps expand and recede, the atoll had since submerged, and subsequently, re-emerged, at least several times in relatively recent history, within the span of a couple million years. And each time, as its productive shallow lagoons became ever so suitable, nearly tempting, to the prunejaws, they repeatedly came to settle here, became flightless to conserve energy and resources, and invariably perished when the landmass disappeared into the sea. Evolution, devoid of a goal, had cyclically doomed a small population to repeated extinction in its haste to remove an ability no longer currently useful, without the foresight of it becoming advantageous in a later ecological change. And yet, in seeming display of what could almost be called stubborness, the same species landed upon the same atoll and became the same thing that had lived and died there not too long ago: perhaps again and again for as long that the island's empty niche, and the species built to fill it, continue to exist across the span of deep time. The inevitable prunejaw is but the latest iteration in a series of evolutionary experiments that serve as examples to highlight the absence of any direction to evolution's random progression-- save for whoever or whatever is just 'good enough' to survive in the moment.

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[wurrrmlyy]

Solitary Bee!Autobot High Command

vague as hell descriptions for these guys. Sorry! The specifics are subject to change but it's okay. Earthspark is the background of this AU but I make up my own designs... I'm so cool like that. Also deepest apologies to any screen readers I'm not sure how legible the alt description is!!!

i am essentially playing toys here. i have taken earthspark apart at the seams and then remade it. S1 is mostly canon compliant though. probably

Information dump under the cut ↓

Pre VS Post-Earth AB High Command

The Autobot High Command was once much, much larger. At its peak, it consisted of:

Optimus Prime

Elita One

Ironhide

Prowl

Jazz

Ratchet

Red Alert

and more!! I havent figured everyone out yet

Currently, it's just Prowl, Elita, Megatron and Optimus. The Earth mecha previously hypothesized that Cybertron is dead and any mecha inhabiting it is also dead, but then Prowl showed up!

ELITA ONE

Elita is a very capable SIC, but has a sharp attitude and while alluring in general, is not exactly charismatic. She has fantastic war stories and took part in the original rebellion against the senate before the factional split.

She is a highly decorated general with several monstrosities under her belt.

With the limbo that came from Megatron joining and then immediately getting unofficially integrated into the HC, Elita has become a little bit pissed off. Optimus, you can't just do that! That's stupid!

General snippets:

Elita was handmade by a blacksmith during an economic lapse. She originally was a dual-wheel model with heavy armor and strength. In Functionist Cybertron she tested, ran and operated heavy equipment. In wartime models like hers would probably be enlisted as multi-use canon fodder because theyre just so durable

She has a vague moral backbone... her strongsuit was doing all the things that made Optimus queasy. This was a lot of things in the early days of the war.

Elita was the one that found Bumblebee when she popped out of the hotspot

Very angry. Elita crashed out several times during the war. Jazz so eloquently put it; "when she was mad, the world around shrunk away in fear!"

Earth needs has led her to adopting a somewhat sillier behavior. Frankly, it has not mellowed her intense personality out in the slightest. Bumblebee remains terrified of her to this day, but that might be a Bumblebee thing. It does make children more receptive of her, though.

Jawbreaker thinks Elita is SOOO cool. Elita has tried her hand at being some kind of mentor to him. Unfortunately, Elita is no exception to the 'terrible with children' rule of HC. As evident by Bumblebee.

She is a TANK. She is the heavy hitter and the hit taker!! She has a big heart but its also full of nails and ash

OP has probably destroyed his friendship with Elita. Communication faltered on Earth. Is Megatron in the HC? Is he a co-leader? Is he the new SIC? Elita doesn't think he should have the power he has at all!! Not this early, at least.

Probably the most 'on task' out of the Big 3 (OP, Megs & Elita). She doesn't think Optimus is taking this seriously, and is also convinced that Megatron is still malicious even if she respects his attempts at 'doing better'

elita should also probably be trying to 'do better' though... looking at that war criminal resume

PROWL

Prowl is the Autobot paperwork guy. He makes everyone's life easier, and is also the Chief Tactical Officer. He's polite to a fault, and somehow comes off as a prick all the same, which probably has to do with his unnerving gaze. Those eyes pin you to an operating table, it's extremely unpleasant. Nobody has ever told him this.

He's level-headed and neutral toned, and most of his emotions have to be picked apart through knowing him for a long time and being receptive to micro-movements.

When he showed up to Earth, he immediately crashed upon seeing Optimus and Megatron in tandem with each other. He does not trust Megs at all.

General snippets:

The reason nobody has told Prowl he has a clinical stare is probably Jazz's fault. Jazz wholeheartedly believed that Prowl would tear his own face off if it came to it.

i drew his lineart with the wrong brush

Has an unspecified history with Tarantulas as a reference to IDW. Uhhh he hates the guy and does not trust him anywhere near the Terrans. He's definitely scared of him but the whole thing is in the background

Prowl's extreme caution was given to Bumblebee. There is a running gag in my head about Bumblebee's hab on the Ark being in multiple places at once. Prowl approved of this. HC rule of 'being atrocious with kids'

Prowl is disabled. He has 'crashes' pretty infrequently, but they build up and can be perpetuated by stress. Lengthy crashes can cause processor damage through heat so he has several cooling mods. Crashes make him extremely disoriented.

His existence as a tactical officer was top secret for a very long portion of the war. this made him very isolated

i have genuinely no idea where i got the 'polite, terrifying, comes off as a prick' interpretation of prowl but its there and its not leaving

okay thats it i dont have anymore energy left to pump into this thing

[morbidology]

Skinwalker Ranch, a remote property in northeastern Utah, has become one of the most infamous and mysterious sites of alleged paranormal activity in the United States. Spanning approximately 512 acres, the ranch has been the focus of countless stories involving UFO sightings, strange creatures, poltergeist-like phenomena, and unexplained cattle mutilations. For decades, it has attracted the attention of scientists, researchers, and enthusiasts of the unexplained, earning its place as a central figure in the lore of the paranormal.

The ranch's name is derived from the Navajo legend of the skinwalker, a malevolent witch capable of transforming into, possessing, or disguising themselves as an animal. According to Navajo folklore, skinwalkers are dangerous beings that use their shape-shifting abilities to cause harm and spread fear. The Ute tribe, who reside in the region, have long spoken of the land where the ranch is located as being cursed and avoid it whenever possible. The Utes believe that the Navajo sent skinwalkers to curse the Utes after a conflict between the two tribes, and that these entities continue to inhabit the area to this day.

The ranch first gained widespread attention in the 1990s when Terry and Gwen Sherman purchased the property in 1994. The Shermans quickly began experiencing strange and terrifying events. They reported seeing large, wolf-like creatures that were unaffected by bullets, mysterious lights in the sky, and crop circles appearing overnight. Perhaps most disturbingly, they encountered instances of cattle mutilations, with several of their livestock found dead and mutilated in ways that defied explanation—often with precise, surgical cuts and no blood at the scene.

The Shermans also described poltergeist-like activities within their home, such as objects moving on their own, strange voices, and even the sudden appearance of unfamiliar and disorienting odors. Despite their initial skepticism, the sheer volume and intensity of these experiences led the family to believe that something supernatural was at play. After only 18 months, the Shermans sold the ranch.

In 1996, Robert Bigelow, a billionaire businessman with a keen interest in the paranormal, purchased Skinwalker Ranch. Bigelow founded the National Institute for Discovery Science (NIDS), a research organization dedicated to investigating paranormal phenomena. Bigelow's team of scientists, including physicists, biologists, and other experts, spent years studying the ranch in an attempt to uncover the truth behind the strange occurrences.

Despite employing sophisticated equipment and extensive surveillance, the NIDS team was often frustrated in their efforts to capture definitive evidence. The phenomena were elusive, frequently occurring just out of view or in ways that defied scientific analysis. Nevertheless, the team documented numerous instances of high strangeness, including bizarre animal sightings, unusual electromagnetic readings, and unexplained lights and aerial phenomena. The ranch seemed to be a hotspot for what many called a "paranormal stew," with a wide range of inexplicable events occurring simultaneously.

Over the years, numerous theories have been proposed to explain the mysteries of Skinwalker Ranch. Some suggest that the area is a portal or vortex to another dimension, where entities and phenomena from other realities bleed into our own. Others believe that the ranch may be a site of advanced extraterrestrial activity, with UFOs and alien beings using the area for unknown purposes. There are also those who think that the ranch's strangeness could be the result of secret government experiments or technologies being tested in the remote location.

Skeptics, however, argue that the stories of Skinwalker Ranch are exaggerated or fabricated, fueled by a mix of folklore, psychological phenomena, and the power of suggestion. They point to the lack of concrete evidence and the often anecdotal nature of the reports as reasons to question the legitimacy of the claims.

[pokemonblack3white3]

I have a bunch of cute ideas brewing about Bad End Amarys and Sylas (and some of Lacey fighting) and I’d love to know if you have more details about Amarys overall? Or Lacey?

I might write them at some point so I’d love to make it accurate if possible.

OHHH OKAY ACTUALLY. Me and @purgatory-is-life were actually literally just talking about this so for anybody who remembers Sora (Void's OC)

since we're now officially folding OCs into the mix we decided to toss Sora in there as well. Crash course for anybody who skipped out: Sora is a hisuian zorua who started following Colress around when he visited Alola disguised as a human. Sora was sure its disguise was foolproof but Colress knew, he was just curious about how long Sora would keep the charade up. We'll say Colress took a little trip to Alola to check out z-moves before things went to shit there and brought home a dog as a souvenir. And since Colress didn't realize the power of friendship due to getting beat up by a teenager he actually sucks really really really bad. Sora still has his sylveon but he was forced to evolve into a zoroark and they're both incredibly skittish and traumatized. Colress still knows Sora is actually a pokemon but most everybody else doesn't, including Amarys. Sora works really hard not to let her know because they desperately need just one person they can feel sort of normal around and all it really has is his pseudo-sister.

Okay now for Lacey!! I'm still not dead certain on this but right now I'm kind of digging orphan street urchin Lacey. Grew up poor instead of rich. Not technically a part of the resistance but will inconvenience Team Plasma at any possible opportunity. Unlike bandit Lacey she isn't completely self-motivated, when she's able to she tries to help whoever she can. Her excadrill doesn't have a pokeball but it can burrow and hide away as it needs to. Her exacdrill is her only pokemon for a while since it's so hard to keep them hidden.

I have a few more details on Crispin's deal. The Striaton Trio still run their restaurant, now with Marigold, and it's a hotspot for Team Plasma members. Crispin only has an emboar which they usually keep tucked safely away in a pokeball.

As for Drayton, the only new thing I may have forgotten to mention is the reason she hasn't turned Kieran in is because he has blackmail on her. Drayton wants absolutely nothing to do with anything relating to her old family and has learned the hard way it's no use resisting Team Plasma.

Okay Amarys! While the Shadow Triad still do Ghetsis's dirty work from the shadows, Amarys is a very public figure as an admin and one of Team Plasma's strongest. She's the one leading the charge against operations against the resistance, she gives a lot of public speeches and appears in a lot of propaganda, she does a ton of work on the side to keep the whole operation going. Anyways I think for this au I've settled on Lacey/Amarys enemies to lovers yuri because. I really like enemies to lovers yuri that's it really. I hope this suffices? If you need anything specific hmu

[loud-kid2]

Huzzah new headcanons post, this time about Koopa burial rites and other stuff

@peaches2217 @silly-inky @itsavee4117 @eleventhhourfactor @supergay-64 @i-put-the-bi-in-nonbinary @bberetd @rainbogen @silenzahra

So to start of I will say that any Koopa regardless of how they died will eventually become a Dry Bones. Depending on how they died it will take the Dry Bones longer to wake up, if they fell in lava the Dry Bones awakens pretty quickly, if they died in a manner that doesn't cause all their flesh, organs and nerves to disintegrate it will take the Dry Bones quite a while to wake up.

Because everyone knows that Dry Bones will eventually wake up, the Koopas make Graves shallow and easy for the Dry Bones to dig out of. After the Dry Bones wake up they typically do one of two things, they either stay in the Dark Kingdom to continue serving their ruler and families or they go to the land of the dead. If they died due to some sort of head trauma the Dry Bones will be rather air headed and forgetful but nobody really minds and are more than willing to remind them of things, if they were a soldier or guard and want to continue with that line of work they are given easy jobs like guarding Bowser's wine cellar with someone coming down every now and again to keep them on task.

The Bone Piranha Plants are not actually Piranha Plants, they are reanimated things not meant to exist really, but they do nonetheless.

Actual Piranha Plants are kinda like venus fly traps, the only exception is that they activity hunt their food. Their "teeth" are actually thorns

Thought I'd go into detail as to where Alexander, Henry and King live because why not. Alexander lives in a Montane Forest, he chose that spot for his house because he thought it would deter people from trying to go there, he was wrong. The mountain the forest is on is actually one of the access points for the land of the dead, because it's connected to the land of the dead it's a pretty active paranormal hotspot meaning ghost fanatics and hunters frequently break into his house. Another reason they live there is because it's convenient for Rosemarie because she can easily go to the land of the dead for her orchestra job.

Henry lives near a small town close to the Mushroom Kingdom, he lives by the towns graveyard specifically. It's relatively calm and quiet so he likes it there, very few actually wander into his house. He does them a favor by sort of protecting their dead and the graveyard (Blythe keeps the grounds for Henry because he doesn't have the time)

King lives in the Boo Woods, despite the odd person bothering him and his Boos it's a calm place where he can wind down. Later on he has an easier time keeping nosy people out because Luigi lives with him, turns out the best deterrence for the living, is another living person

[bunnyley00]

Camping

pairing: fem!reader x vamp!gojo (i have no idea why just roll with it. part of a story i never finished; 5.2K words)

warnings: PWP :3, degradation, praise, lotsss of dirty talk and compliments, fingering, oral sex, marking, daddy kink, gojo loves you a lot

A game of truth or dare gone right.

Gojo led you off of the RV, the sky painted with deep reds and oranges, as well as bright yellows as the sun got lower and lower. He opened the side panel on the bottom, revealing a tent or two and some sleeping bags. “So? What d’ya say, baby?,” he smiled, and you nodded with a smile of your own, “Let’s do it.” “I knew you were mine for a reason,” he hummed, pulling out the tent and handing you the sleeping bags. It didn’t take long to set the decent sized portable home up, only taking about 10 minutes before the both of you were settled in and cozy. “I’m glad this thing has a bottom even though we have sleeping bags and a blanket,” you mused. “Yeah. I never did like the tents that were exposed on the bottom. Leaves room for too many bugs to come join us,” he mused, “Want to watch a movie?”, he asked, having grabbed his iPad before exiting the RV. You raised an eyebrow. “Does your hotspot even work out here?” He opened his mouth to say something before checking and closing it. “Nope. Dead zone,” he sighed dramatically, falling back against the blankets under him. “I thought as much,” you giggled, “What should we do then?” “Hmm,” he sat up, “Truth or Dare?” He wiggled his brows as the suggestion left his lips.

“Truth or Dare it is then, fuckboy,” you nodded with a laugh, sitting criss cross across from him. He mimicked your position, “Hey! Be nice. Truth or Dare?” “Truth,” you hummed. “Hmmm, is it true that you like wearing my clothes because you love the way I smell?”, he asked, watching as you rolled your eyes playfully and blushed. “Well, duh...stupid. We’ve been together for 6 months. Truth or dare?” “You’re the one who called me a fuckboy, I was trying to be cute for once,” he grinned, “Truth.” “Copycat. And try harder,” you teased, “What was the first thing you noticed about me when you met me?” He paused, taking a minute to think briefly. ‘Your scent.’ “Your hair,” he settled, looking up at you, “Your hair,  definitely,” he repeated softly, reaching a hand out to tuck a stray strand behind your ear, fingers grazing your jawline as it came down. You leaned into the touch, cheeks flushed as you rolled your eyes half heartedly. “Cute,” he mumbled with a chuckle, “Truth or dare?” “Dare,” you spoke up. “Ah, now she’s getting bold,” he teased, “I dare you to,” he trailed off, tapping his chin, “I dare you to let me give you a hickey,” he said, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” This was uncharted territory. Of course he had kissed your neck before, but he’d never actively left any marks yet, for fear of not being able to control himself. He was absolutely dying to do so. You felt your face heat up. “Alright.” 

That was all Gojo needed to hear. It would be a major test of his metal, to not extend his fangs and sink them into your supple skin and finally taste you. He moved forward, tucking his face in the crook of your neck before kissing it a bit. “Tell me when to stop.” His voice was like silk, as was the feeling of his tongue and soft lips on you. You fought the urge to whimper, just letting out a breathy sigh as he gradually began to use teeth. His mouth was gentle against you, kissing and sucking in the same spot, slowly, and frankly, knowingly working you up. He suddenly bit down a little harder than before, causing you to gasp. “G-Gojo”, you whimpered, a hand shooting up to tug his white hair a little. He couldn’t stop the groan that left his mouth after that, easing up before pulling back. The look on your face was priceless, face flushed, pupils expanded as you reached up to graze your fingers over the blossoming mark, your pretty lips parted. Fuck. It made Gojo want to pounce on you. “Don’t stare at me like that,” you murmured, looking off to the side. “Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t help it when you whimper my name like that,” he whispered. “Truth or dare?”, you asked, meeting his gaze again. “Dare,” he said immediately. “I dare you to let me find your sweet spot,” you proposed and Gojo hummed, intrigued by your boldness. “Go for it,” he smirked, watching as you crawled forward. You kissed him first, your lips slotting against his soft ones with a breathy sigh through your nose. His hands moved to rest on your hips as you pulled back, trailing your kisses down to his neck. His eyes fluttered closed as you peppered his skin with your kisses, occasionally licking and nibbling on some spots just to get a reaction out of him. 

He groaned at each small bite you delivered, taking your ministrations down his neck. His groans did nothing but turn you on, making your thighs pressing together as whimpers sounded out against his skin. “Fuck,” he suddenly moaned loudly, your mouth at the base of this neck and grazing the edge of his soft, defined collarbones. To hear the way his voice dropped, to see his body tense and watch his eyes close even tighter than before- it was enough to make you want to straddle him. You trailed your mouth lower, running your tongue over his collarbone before biting down slightly, sucking on the now light red skin. His reaction was immediate, his hand moving to weakly grab the back of your head. His other palm laid on your hip, thumb absently rubbing at the sliver of exposed skin. One of your hands was on his thigh, giving you leverage as you continued. “Fuck-, harder. Bite down harder,”  he groaned, his fingers gripping your locks. You bit down harder, using more force as you looked up at him through your pretty lashes. You didn’t pull back until there was a blooming hickey, the purple and red looking oddly pretty on his light skin. 

When he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours, swirling with arousal. As were yours, your hands clasped together in your lap. “Do you want to keep playing?,” he asked, voice slightly rougher than before. “I don’t know,” you answered back, yours breathy and airy, a stark contrast from his. “What do you want, then?”, he asked. A long moment of silence washed over you two, your gaze lingering on the floor of the tent before you looked up at him again, chewing on your bottom lip.

“You.” 

“Say it again,” he murmured, voice lower in volume. He wanted, needed to hear you say it. 

You sighed softly. “I want you, Gojo” 

“I’m sorry, who, my love?,” he purred out, tone as sweet as honey yet devilish at the same time.

“I want you, Satoru,” you nearly whined.  

“Better.” 

He moved forward then, guiding you toward him again. One hand cupped your face as his lips met yours, kissing you languidly. A small shuddering breath escaped your nose as your body drew closer, his other hand returning to your hip. You shifted as you finally got close enough, not pulling back as he pulled you in so you could straddle his lap. Your breath hitched upon feeling his cock pushing up against your ass, tensing above him. The change in your body language didn’t go unnoticed. Gojo pulled back, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You sure you want it, sweetheart?” he murmured, “We can wait longer.” You shake your head, “No. It’s fine.” “Are you-” You shut him up with another kiss, and he took your answer happily, starting to move your hips back and forth on top of him. The sensation of your pussy rubbing against your wet panties made you moan, his length twitching against you. “So pretty,” he breathed against your lips, rolling his own hips upward. “You look so fucking good right now, grinding on top of my cock,” he groaned, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “My pretty girl, God, you’re gorgeous.” 

With each compliment, your cheeks grew hotter, his lips kissing yours again before he moved them to your neck. “I can’t wait to make you cum over and over again. Make your legs shake and hear your cute little voice moan my name,” he whispered into your ear, and you were glad you were still grinding on top of him, as the words made your clit throb and your hips squirm from his low tone. His mouth laved over your neck, his large hands still guiding you back and forth on top of him. He left copious amounts of hickeys behind, the desire to see your skin marked up almost as strong as the carnal one wanting to bite you with his fangs and leave you a moaning mess on top of him. He could feel your arousal, how potent it was in the air of the small tent. Soft lips grazed against your jawline, the hand on your face moving down to grope one of your breasts. He kneaded it in his palm, listening to your breathy moans while he nibbled and kissed at the sensitive spot. You threw your head back and he nearly lost it, your neck on display with the marks all over it making his fangs want to extend. 

“Yeah?”, he whispered, “Does that feel good, love?” You bit your lip, nodding and moaning as he pinched at your nipple. “F-Fuck, Satoru-” “That’s right, baby, keep moaning for me.” The hand on your hip slid around to your ass, squeezing it while his mouth continued its path down to your shirt collar. When he got there, he stopped, ceasing all movement with your hips despite your protesting groan of disapproval. He chuckled softly, shifting and picking you up to lay you down on your back. “Cute,” he hummed, “Patience, love. I’ll make you cum soon enough.” His hands ran down your sides, fingers hovering at the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you in question and you answered with a small nod. He lifted your shirt up then, helping him take it off and toss it to a corner of the tent. He growled softly at your choice of bra, the piece of lingerie black and lacy, a red bow in the middle of your round breasts. “Such gorgeous tits, fuck,” he breathed, kneading each one as he leaned over you, kissing and mouthing at the tops of them. Your back arched a bit, a hand running through his hair. He left his marks there as well, wanting to make his presence known all over your body. His slender fingers reached under you to unclasp it when you could take no more, your hands tugging at his shirt. “God, fuck, just look at you,” he murmured, taking in the sight.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them down against the tent floor as he latched his mouth onto a nipple. He sucked on it softly, wrenching a moan from your lips. “Mmm,” he hummed, looking up at you as you writhed under him. He switched between the two, blowing cold air on them after he showed them love with his hot tongue. “T-Toru, please,” you whimpered suddenly as he slipped a knee in between your legs, teasingly rubbing it against your soaked core. He finally let up, kissing down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. He bit at the waist band, pulling them down with his teeth as he stared you down. The look in his eyes was enough to make you moan, a heavy lust dancing around in them. Tossing the garment aside, he let go of your hands to slide them down to your thighs, making you press them together. “Shit,” he groaned at the matching panties, the obvious wet spot making him bite his lip. Running his fingertips over the expanse of your thighs, he trailed more kisses to the thin fabric, slowly but surely pulling them off. You let him open your legs and the groan that came out of his mouth was loud, pupils dilating as he ran a finger down your slicked folds. “Fuck- look at this pretty little pussy,” he growled out, “Look at you, absolutely soaked, hm? Did Daddy get you this wet?” 

“Y-yes,” you moaned as he thumbed at your clit, your hips rolling down against his hand. “Yeah? Is this what you were waiting for? Hm? Me touching this gorgeous cunt?” “F-Fuck, yes-”, you managed as you threw your head back a little, his thumb moving faster. He stopped then, unable to hold back any longer as he settled his head in between your legs, breath fanning out across your pussy. He immediately placed a flat lick over your folds, and the whine that left your mouth only motivated him more. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucked on it, making one of your legs lift and your toes curl. He hooked his arms around both of them, putting them over his shoulders as he ate you out with more fervor. “You taste so fucking good, fuck”, he groaned, dipping his tongue into your entrance, lapping up your arousal.

“Sa-Satoru! God, fuck!,” you moaned loudly as his tongue assaulted your clit, the iron grip he had on your legs leaving you to just lay there and take it. A hand pulled at his hair, the other digging its nails into your discarded shorts next to you. You were panting, back arched and eyes shut tightly. His eyes didn’t leave your face, obsessed with the way you moaned and cried out from what he was doing to you. He slipped his tongue inside of you, moving it in and out as his hands kneaded your thighs. He felt your legs tremble and it made him chuckle. “So cute,” he groaned, “Does my cute cock slut want more? Hm, love? Does this greedy little pussy want my fingers too?” All you could do was nod, and he happily obliged, pressing in a single finger. Moving it in and out, he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud, the two drastically different in speed. His digit moved with slow purpose, tongue rapidly working you up. “Look at you, falling apart under me- such a good fucking girl. You can’t get enough, can you, love?” No words could make it out of your parted lips, too busy moaning and whining as your lover fingered you, mouth unrelenting against your clit. When he curled it up, the resounding sound made him growl loudly. He bit his lip hard, watching as a wave of pure pleasure rolled through you. “Did Daddy find something? Hm? Is that my whore’s favorite spot? You’re weak here, aren’t you?” You moaned with a frantic nod of your head, rolling your hips down. “Do you want more, baby? Hm?”, he breathed, fighting to stay patient as his cock throbbed in his pants. “Adorable, you can’t even speak, can you? Something got your tongue, baby?”, he asked teasingly, slowly pressing another digit in. Your body practically begged for it, the single finger feeling like nothing but a tease.

Your back arched, lips perpetually open while he worked you open. He licked around your entrance with his tongue, still keeping your legs still as much as he could while your body trembled and shook from the pleasure. He slowly began to speed his digits up, sucking on your clit harder. Your orgasm was speeding toward you like a bullet train, the man’s hot tongue and long fingers bringing you to heights of pleasure you’ve never experienced. The faster he got, the higher pitched your moans became. “Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?,”  he asked even though he could feel it- feel the way you clenched down on his fingers and see the way your chest rose up and down erratically. “Are you going to cum? Huh? Gonna cum all over Daddy’s tongue and fingers? Go ahead, baby, cum for me, give it to me, love,” he panted himself, his self control getting less and less stable the more he watched you moan and writhe. Your brows were furrowed, sweat prickling along your hairline as you pulled his hair harder while he rapidly worked you up to your orgasm. Within seconds you were convulsing, moaning out broken English while Gojo groaned, lapping up the cum around his fingers while he helped you ride it out. “Fuck, that’s right, that’s my good girl- keep cumming, love. Moan my fucking name just like that”, he moaned, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. Your legs trembled hard, your world shutting down for a few seconds as you rode the wave of ecstasy. 

He was still lapping at your folds by the time you came down, and you whined loudly from overstimulation, your legs closing around his head. You gently tried to push his head away and he relented reluctantly, licking his lips as he stared down at you. No more than five seconds passed before he was kissing you again, impatient at this point. “Do you still want me? Still want my dick in this tight little pussy?”, he asked against your lips, rolling his fabric covered dick against your core. “Y-Yes”, you barely answered, nodding. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. He kissed you again before quickly sitting up to peel his shirt off, abs on full display for your eyes to take in. He took off his pants and boxers, hissing at the cool air hitting his shaft as it bounced up to slap against his skin. Precum coated his tip, rock hard from watching your body submit to him. He gripped his base, groaning as he fought to gain his composure. The sight of his dick made you whimper loudly, and you suddenly wanted, no, needed, to feel the weight of it in your mouth, needed to taste him and hear him moan, needed to make him feel the pleasure he gave you with his mouth.

Instead of voicing your desires, though, you sat up,  reaching down to stroke it yourself when he moved his hand. “Shit!”, he groaned, brows furrowing as his hips jerked. You pushed his chest back with your hand, guiding him to sit instead of hover over you. “Greedy, aren’t we?”, he groaned, relenting under your soft touch. He could tell you were determined, could see it in your eyes as you finally got him to sit and you sat, kneeling between his legs. His reassurance came in the form of a hand running through your hair, guiding your face up to his so he could kiss you gently. When you pulled back, you leaned down again, hand stroking him slowly, mimicking the hand movements you saw just moments prior. You then gave his tip a lick, making him moan softly. “Fuck,” he breathed, looking down at you, a hand still in your hair, stroking it gently. “Again, baby, lick the tip again for me,” he requested, and you obliged. His groan made your thighs press together. “Fuck, good girl,” he praised, biting back another moan as you stroked the base. When you wrapped your lips around the tip, his eyes fluttered closed, groaning as you swirled your tongue around it. He couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up as you moved your other hand to his thigh to steady yourself, his head lulling backward. You slowly got used to the feel, and after a few seconds you allowed him to guide your head down. Moaning at the thickness of his length, you slowly bobbed your head, your own eyes closed as you felt him throb against your tongue. “Just like that, sweetheart, don’t stop- fuck,” he moaned, taking in only half of his dick into your mouth. You licked him from base to tip, tracing a thick vein before taking him into your mouth again. “God, your mouth feels so good, baby,” he moaned. You slowly started to take in more and more of him, fighting not to choke on it. His hand in your hair was still gentle, not forcing you to take more than you could handle. 

So when you suddenly pushed your head down to take in all of him, and coughed a little, he was surprised, moaning loudly while his grip tightened in your hair.. You bobbed your head a bit faster then, taking him all the way in with each descent of your head. Gojo’s hand matched your pace, letting out a low, guttural groan each time his tip hit the back of your throat. His sounds only made you more eager, wanting to pull more and more out of him, your folds getting impossibly wetter. You let him move your head faster, moaning around him when he let out a loud curse at you deep throating him. “Shit!,” he growled, biting his lip as he watched you sputter and choke before lifting back up and doing it again. Whimpering, you opened your watery eyes, looking up at him while you sucked his dick. “Fucking h-hell, oh god, fuck yes, choke on it,” he moaned as you sunk back down. “Like this? Yeah? Like choking on my dick?” You moaned in response, deep throating him again. You started to stroke his base again, and he rolled his hips up before gently but quickly pulling you back. “As much as I want to cum- I don’t want to do it in your mouth,” he breathed, making you whimper as he laid you down again. 

He loomed over you, hands roaming all over your body, pinching your nipples as his mouth kissed and licked at previous marks he made. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned against your ear. “You’re all for me, aren’t you? Aren’t you, baby?” “Y-yes,Toru,” you nodded weakly. “Say it, baby. Daddy wants to hear you say it.” He kissed at your neck as he moved a hand to grip one of your ass cheeks, kneading it with a soft hum. “I-I’m yours, T-”, you were cut off then, a gasp breaking your sentence up by Gojo’s cock slowly pressing into you without warning, making sure to take his time at first. He groaned against your ear, eyes shutting tightly. He was glad you couldn’t see his eyes after they opened again, the blue in them becoming crystalline  as he fought his primal instinct to fuck you into oblivion. “Sat-Satoru-,” you breathed, your voice quivering much like your pussy as he sheathed himself inside of you. “I know, I know, baby,” he growled softly, nibbling at your ear. He didn’t want to bite you more than right here at this moment, his instincts screaming to finally claim you. “You can take it, can’t you? Be a good girl for me.” The both of you took a second to compose yourselves, moreso him than you. When you finally felt him start to relax a little, you rolled your hips with a moan, hearing him hiss above you. He took that as a sign, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. The feeling of your pussy wrapping around him made him moan, his hands balled into half-fists against the tent floor. You moaned against his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck for leverage and pulling him further down. 

His pace was languid, his thick length moving in and out of you in a torturous yet intoxicating way. All you could do was pant and moan every time he slid back in, your folds covering his dick in your arousal. “So fucking tight,” he moaned breathily, his chest rubbing against yours with each thrust. You could hear nothing besides your own heart beating and your panting as well as Gojo’s, the world not existing outside of the tent you and him currently resided in. Soon, the both of you craved more, and by the way you squirmed, he could tell. The resounding chuckle against your ear made you whine. “More?” “M-More- harder-”, you echoed desperately. “Such a needy bitch,” he groaned despite his own want for more, thrusting faster. Your moans grew a bit louder as he put more force into his movements, one of his hands moving down to grip your leg. He lifted it up, your knee at his hip level. The slight change in position made you gasp, your back arching and your head going back. Your moans of his name were broken, much like your praises of how good it felt as your boyfriend grinded inside of you. “Yeah? Is it good, love? Hm? Does my slut like Daddy’s cock?”, he panted, still fighting with his instincts while he thrusted at the steady pace. Your toes curled, nails starting to dig into his shoulder blades. The sting of your nails only heightened his pleasure, his hips jerking as he groaned loudly. He took your sloppy nod as an answer although he wasn’t looking to get one. “That’s right- fuck, harder. Scratch harder,” he moaned, starting to fuck you deeper. 

You couldn’t ignore the request if you wanted to, the deeper angle making your already potent pleasure skyrocket. You tucked your face in the crook of his neck, moaning loudly and panting as he continued to thrust into you. “F-ugh-ah! Daddy!” “Louder, baby, scream for me- I wanna hear you get even louder,” he growled as you yelped at a particularly hard thrust. You dragged your nails up his back, a hand tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “Such a good girl, taking Daddy in so well, aren’t you?” “Y-Yes! Yes, Da-ah!-Dadd-y!” You could barely form words any longer, too enraptured by the feeling of his length pistoning in and out of your pussy taking away any ability to think about anything else. “You like this thick dick stretching out your greedy pussy, don’t you? So needy for me, you can barely talk-,” he groaned, lifting your leg higher. “You sound so fucking pathetic for me, moaning and whimpering my name while you lay here and take it.” 

“Fa-Fast-”, you gasped out, and he was already ahead of you, picking up the pace. He finally got to reign in his primal nature, pulling back to watch you moan and yelp under him.The sight made his cock twitch inside of you, watching as you didn’t know where to go or what to hold onto. “So fucking adorable, you don’t even know what to do with yourself, do,” thrust, “you?”, thrust. Small yelps escaped your mouth after each one, and he couldn’t help but to grab your chin, kissing you passionately while he continued to rock his hips back and forth. He swallowed down all your sounds, moaning against your lips while your scratches got rougher and rougher. He suddenly changed his angle then, and when you nearly screamed, he growled, the sound making a shiver go down your spine at the roughness of it. “There it is,” he breathed, focusing his efforts on hitting your g-spot. “Satoru! Fu-ugh!-Fuck!”  The tip of his length hit your bundle of nerves without mercy, leaving you a moaning mess under him. He reveled in it. “This is my pussy, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” he declared both for you and himself. “You’re mine, bitch- all fucking mine.” He bit his lip, glad your eyes were closed as his fangs extended slightly. He was fighting a war within himself, knowing if he bit you now, the timing would be all wrong. Making them shrink again, he distracted himself with another position change. He grabbed your hips, pulling you up and sitting. He kept the same fast pace, bouncing you up and down on his length. The way your tits bounced prompted him to grab one, sticking a nipple in his mouth as your grip around his neck got tighter. You weakly tried to match his rhythm, bouncing on top of him while his hips drove up into you. When he pulled back from sucking on your sensitive nipples, you tucked your face in his neck, biting down hard. His loud moan made your hips falter, your body trembling as it tried to cope with all of the pleasure you were experiencing. 

He felt your trembling get increasingly worse, your quivering moans even reflecting how close you were getting. His hands stayed locked onto your hips, his own orgasm getting closer and closer the more he moved you up and down. “F-Fuck, this little cunt is squeezing my cock so well- harder, baby, clench down harder for Daddy-” Moaning against his neck, you clenched down harder, thighs tensing even more as he moved his hands to your ass, squeezing it hard. “My whore is close, isn’t she? I can feel it- your little cunt quivering for release,” he panted, the sound of you bouncing up and down only adding to both of your states of arousal. “You’ll be good, won’t you?”, he asked, your moans getting higher, and higher. “You’ll make Daddy proud and cum on his dick, won’t you?” In the midst of your rise you barely got out a nod, nearly screaming against his neck. You pulled back, feeling like your breath had been stolen away from you. He was knocking the air out of you with each pull down of your hips. “G-ah!-God, y-yes! Yes, ple-ase! Gonn-ah cum!”, you yelped and he groaned loudly. “F-Fuck, cum,” he moaned against your ear, “Cum, baby, be my good girl and cum all over my fucking cock-” Your vision went blurry before you could even register your orgasm crashing down on you, screaming his name and other garbled curses. He grabbed your chin to kiss you, both to quiet you and to stop himself from biting your neck. He moaned into your mouth, feeling you clench down impossibly hard on his dick, your hips jerking erratically. He kept thrusting into you, his own hips starting to falter from how close he was. “Fu-ck, you’re gonna make Daddy cum- God, you’re gonna make me cum,” he warned, his own toes curling. “P-Pill-”, you hiccuped, and he instantly knew what you meant, letting himself let go inside of you. The sensation left you reeling, his cum filling you up and hitting your already wrecked g-spot. It only prolonged your orgasm, your boyfriend kissing you passionately as you both rode it out. “Fuck, I love you so much,” he breathed, “Love you so fucking much, baby-” “L-Love you m-more, Toru-”, you whimpered. 

The both of you rode out your intense pleasure slowly, Gojo taking the time to kiss at your hot skin, hands rubbing your body gently while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. “You did so well, my love. You’re absolutely stunning. Love you so much,” he murmured, carefully lifting you so he could pull out of your spent pussy. A soft wince left your mouth but you otherwise relaxed, your eyes fluttering closed as the both of you laid down on top of the askew sleeping bags. Instead he just used the blanket he brought, pulling you close and covering the two of you up to take a well deserved nap. He cupped your face, moving your hair out of your face. Your eyes opened a bit and he smiled softly. “Sleep,” he chuckled, “I know you’re tuckered out.” You cuddled closer, laying your head under his chin and putting an arm over him. “Love you, baby,” he murmured. “Mm, love you too,” you said quietly, dozing off quickly as he played in your hair. He didn’t fall asleep until you did, both of you tangled up under the soft blanket.

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hope you guys like this one -leyley <3

[heliianth]

Raises my hand I wanna hear about the au!! Here's some prompts to talk about for it if you want

1. Any thoughts about how killugon's familiar pact works?

2. What's killugon's magic like respectively?

3. What is Alluka and Nanika up too?

(No pressure to answer all of these but ur au just seems so cool!)

YAY ok hello hi ok

stuff is below the cut because i YAPPED sorry lol this is a biiig wall of text.

forewarning some of the Lore™ is kind of fucked but its pretty in line with some of the shit that already happens in hxh anyway so just. expect that ;;^-^

1—

Killua and Gon's familiar pact is weird and its a bit hard to explain so hang on with me here bc first i gotta explain what a normal familiar pact is like

witches can make deals with sentient magical entities—often minor spirits that take the form of animals—in exchange for power. it acts as a symbiotic relationship, though with some downsides. their life forces are linked together along with some other more case-specific caveats. it's for this reason that familiar pacts are pretty rare because generally magic entities don't want to suddenly become mortal like that, it's usually not worth it. but anyway. after both agree, they will collaborate to summon a magic object as proof and confirmation of the pact. usually it's something small like earrings or whatever, but magic users can always tell if something is a familiar object or not. they have capital-v Vibes. you can have a pact without a familiar object, but its a bad idea because the power boost can fuck you up; they act as, like, a filtration system where you only get what the deal says you get with none of the really really ugly side effects of a mortal using a spirit's power. trying to non-consensually break the pact by destroying the object voids the deal but also completely severs both parties' connections with magic (similar to how breaking a nen vow in canon has the potential to nukes your ability to use nen). a witch and their familiar can safely break the pact, but it has to be a mutual decision, and even then some drain in magic is likely

so... why is killugon's weird? bc the Zoldycks are weird.

Kukuroo Mountain sits on top of a magic wellspring (like a hotspot for natural magic) which allows the Zoldycks to do all sorts of fuckshit that wouldn't otherwise be possible, and that includes their dummy unethical family necromancy ritual that merges a benign spirit with a human in the seconds before your soul disappears after death, artificially creating a demon (demons basically being what humans call fucked up scary spirits. its not exactly what this ritual turns someone into, but there's no vocabulary for it because its so rare outside of the Zoldycks). it's sort of like a nasty perversion of the familiar pact ritual because it involves magic power between an entity and a mortal, but it kills the spirit involved instead of creating a bond. the resulting "familiar object" is called a Demon Pearl. Demon Pearls resemble gemstones and magic users generally think they're a manifestation of the human and spirit merging, like how lightning striking sand creates glass. unlike a regular familiar object, if a Demon Pearl breaks, the owner will just outright die. for future reference, this whole thing is colloquially referred to as an assimilation ritual.

as an aside: Killua's design is inspired by nekomata—cat yōkai that are sometimes described as being abused domestic cats that return from the dead(?) in order to enact revenge. so :3c

to get back on track: if a familiar pact is a symbiotic relationship between a witch and a spirit, Zoldycks are like little magic parasites that literally want to eat you. they actually have to eat you in order to keep existing, because they don't have their own magic to sustain themselves like "real" naturally formed spirits or demons do. and they extract that magic via . cannibalism. i guess its not cannibalism if they're not human anymore? u know what im talking about.

(as clarification: this ritual isn't like, monopolized by the Zoldycks, but it's also not common knowledge. it's highly illegal and difficult. not to mention immoral lol. they're just the only ones who have the resources, amassed skill, and gall to do it so frequently and openly as a family right of passage thing)

all that is to say the Zoldycks are technically magic entities that can make familiar pacts, but theyre bad at it and it would be a bad idea even if they werent. Killua by all means should not have one. but killugon do not give a shit about what they should and shouldn't do. that's like their whole MO

so Gon and Killua's familiar pact works because:

a) like in canon, Gon is kind of a bottomless pit of potential. his connection with magic runs really deep and his specific practice means he's less likely to "burn" through his magic than other witches—talk about it more when i answer ur 2nd question :3

b) their familiar object is Killua's Demon Pearl (a huge "fuck you" by having the object representing him and Gon's bond be something that actually can't be destroyed unless they want to kill him lol), meaning that it doesn't act as a filtration device so much as a straight up transfer. so Killua doesn't have to eat Gon to mooch off him at 100% effectiveness, but that does mean they're at risk of unbalancing each other. that's where the next part comes in

c) Killua actually has magic binds etched on him by his family. similar to Illumi's needle, it's supposed to be a safeguard against Killua getting into a deadly situation where he uses too much magic without a food source and starves to death, but it also makes him less likely to negatively effect Gon through their pact

as for the actual deal that lead to their familiar pact... "Let's stay together [forever]!" Gon likes calling it a promise instead of a deal because it feels less transactional. & yes that little blue necklace he wears is Killua's Demon Pearl. usually it's tucked under his shirt so people don't notice tho lol

2—

Gon does a branch of magical art called green alchemy!!! I don't have hard and fast rules for it yet as I kind of want magic itself to be wishy-washy and dependent on the user's own creativity in the same way Nen is and also because i feel like a type of magic that lets Gon go off the rails is where he'd best fit. so i don't have a strict definition of what "green alchemy" is yet beyond what the name implies, but the most basic application is physically turning parts of nature into other parts of nature. i want to make it a very material-based way to use magic so it forces Gon into being resourceful, and his aptitude with it is informed by his childhood spent in the woods learning the rules of nature before he uses magic to bend them. like grabbing a fist full of dirt and squeezing it hard enough to turn it into a really dense stone, or doing the reverse and causing a giant boulder to crumble into soil. it gets wackier when you add your own magic into the mix, and you can do thinks like speeding up natural processes; causing vegetation to combust, rapidly growing plants, etc. things like that

Killua is like. his main thing is that hes a little creature with sharp teefs and sharp claws. the assimilation ritual the Zoldycks did with him involved a lightning spirit, so he does have his lightning too, but using it is problematic because of those aforementioned binds he has on him and the whole. cannibalism thing. if he went sparky too often he'd have to eat something or someone in order to maintain equilibrium with Gon. so using his electricity kind of necessitates escalating a fight into a lethal situation in order for immediate food and he has to treat it like that

3—

ok so this question kind of calls me out bc i dont have a "plot" for this au yet. its really just a bunch of worldbuilding and AMVs i imagine while listening to songs lol. so what Alluka and Nanika are doing is probably similar to what they do at the beginning of canon. which is sitting in their vault </3 i dunno. maybe i will brainstorm something different!

but!!! i can tell you what their schtick is

Alluka is a case of the traditional Zoldyck assimilation ritual going real bad. so bad, actually, that it scares them into adjusting the process for Kalluto

i want to give another warning for like. everything that has to do with a necromancy spell involving small children. i felt sort of evil explaining all this

so. the ritual has the subject dying in a fairly instantaneous fashion so that the amount of time the human soul lingers is greater than if you... like... slowly bled to death. out of necessity to avoid complications, the kids kind of have to do it themselves :( obviously that requires they be trained beforehand for it. the age at which Zoldycks go through the ritual varies based on when they pass that hurdle, but it's usually 4-5. they like doing it ASAP because younger children generally deal with the whole merging with a spirit thing easier than adults. but Alluka just. never gets there. to no fault of her own... she just doesn't. and the Zoldycks smack face-first into the very real possibility that they're going to run out of time waiting for her to pass this training, and resort to going "you know what, training schmaining. you're doing it anyway. up you go"

this was NOT a good idea. turns out that the high success rate of their ritual not only has to do with age, but also the kids, you know, being prepared and willing. Alluka is decidedly not. she is scared out of her mind, and doesn't... do it properly. so when it's time to merge, she's still alive.

instead of the ritual doing what it's supposed to (hijacking a spirit's magic to shove someone's soul back into their corpse and merging the two in the process), they lose control over the spirit causes it to come into direct competition with the mortal soul. and when the contest is between a human child and Nanika—a pretty powerful spirit associated with nighttime and stars (hence "wishing")—the outcome is not going to be in the kid's favor. they end up having to do a completely different spell just to keep Nanika from killing Alluka, and due in no small part to sheer luck, the two get to tentatively coexist in the same body

Alluka has a worse time sharing with Nanika than she does in canon. Nanika is more volatile because it's kind of hard to forget what the Zoldycks did to her. she does not like them. even Killua is on thin ice until he makes up for it by being a sweetheart. but Nanika's attitude means Alluka has a lot of those magic bindings on her restricting what she and Nanika can do. this causes her to have a more difficult time adjusting to the way her body looks as a demon vs. as a human, she's less equipped to handle even just being around a lot of active magic (she doesn't have a strong connection to it), she's tired a lot of the time too. however, unlike the rest of her family, Nanika still being alive instead of merged with her makes it so she doesn't have to eat people. she behaves more like a "real" spirit/demon. so thats a W i guess

AND thats all. WAUGH it was really fun finally getting to share all these ideaasss with someone thank u for asking :D !!!! and sorry for the essay again lol

[weapon-up-wallflower]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Characters: Gasket (Transformers) Drift | Deadlock

Additional Tags: One Shot, The Dead End (Transformers), Worldbuilding

Summary: They say the newsparks wear the faces of the dead.

Notes: Written for the 2021 Transformers Myths and Legends Zine. It was unpublished up until now because I did not like it at the time for some reason. I was kinda playing with the idea of revenants emerging from the bogs, except robots… also thinking about what kind of place the Rodion hotspot must’ve been. Two Cents enjoyers will recognize some of the names here!

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny here with the weirdest idea yet. So Desmond for some reason doesn’t activate the Eye (his choice or some intervention, doesn’t really matter) and the world burns. World is an apocalyptic wasteland. AND for some fuckin reason, Des is now a catboy.

Now here’s the fun part. The survivors are obviously gonna go coocoo for coco puffs because I said so, and a group of them start worshipping Desmond and using surviving anime and comics as proof of his divinity. MODERN APOCALYPSE CULT FOR CATBOY DESMOND!

Where is his team during this? Unclear, but Bill’s dead because fuck Bill.

Desmond has no idea why it turned out like this.

After being knocked out by some kind of blast that appeared from Minerva’s hologram before he could touch the device, he woke up to the feeling of flickering cat ears and swaying cat tail.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, he couldn’t make any other noise other than cat noises.

His phone was also cracked beyond repair and, considering how much his ass hurt, it might have been his fault.

Wait, he didn’t planned to get toppled by Minerva’s mind blast or whatever.

It wasn’t his fault!

Anyway, with no other ways to communicate with his team, he put his hood up to hide his cat ears and hid his cat tail by making it curl around his waist so his hood could cover it.

It wasn’t exactly comfortable (especially since he had to puncture a hole on his jeans for his newly acquired tail) but it would have to do.

It was more important for him to find his team.

.

The world burned and it changed the entire world.

Some changes were immediate.

All electronic devices died…

The death of so many people who were unable to stay in a building fortified enough to protect them from a force of nature they don’t even know about.

But the worst was yet to come.

The Solar Flare did more than destroy what it touched.

It changed the world itself.

The soil itself lost many of its nutrient, making it harder to grow plants necessary to survive.

Animals were not spared from its flames and their population dwindled into frightening numbers.

And the humans…

It is during these kinds of tragedy that humans show both the worst and best of them.

Humans formed different groups and tackled this new world in different ways.

And the weak groups…

They usually fell because it was the strong groups who managed to horde resources, leaving little for the weak to fight over.

It was during one of these ‘skirmishes’ that Desmond found his first followers.

Calling it skirmishes wasn’t exactly correct.

A group of humans enjoying the carnage and lawlessness of these lands were hunting down a small group of young adults who were just trying to find enough food to make it to the day.

Their first mistake was checking a convenient store, a hotspot for every other groups in the area.

They would have fared better had they broken into empty houses and looked for canned food instead.

Desmond took care of the ‘hunters’ easily. They weren’t professionals and stood no change against Desmond.

Still…

It brought a bad taste in his mouth how these people used to live normal lives before everything happened.

The people he saved tried to thank him but then…

They saw his cat ears.

And one of them shouted…

“WE FOUND OUR PROTAGONIST!!!”

.

Desmond’s luck smacked him right on the face.

The people he just saved?

They were part of an Anime club in junior high (to be more specific “Japanese Culture Appreciation Club”) and they all shared a delusion that this is now that set of an anime and they all have to find the protagonist to survive.

Desmond being a badass with cat ears and a silent type (not by choice!) became their protagonist.

When Desmond tried to explain that, no, he was not a government experiment that escaped or he wasn’t isekai’ed and that he used to be a normal human, they just believed that Desmond has ‘awaken’ his powers after the Solar Flare.

No matter what he says, the group follows him around and treat him as the ‘protagonist’ which is, really, just a word they use to deny any allegation of ‘worshiping’ going on.

Desmond can’t leave them behind because they’re kids, for fuck’s sake. They weren’t harming anyone (other than Desmond’s self esteem and pride) so…

Uuuhhh… Desmond is now in charge of young adults who believe him to be the protagonist.

… and it will grow to include other people.

… later on.

[dexaroth]

megapost of commentary on the watcher dlc that ill keep editing multiple times below the read more hehe

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE BEST TITLE SCREEN ART EVER. the nice blue and purple ooough.. and what are those glittery moth things. they remind me of the way the batflies get turned into white pixies in the random buff mod

i always stare at the cutscene art so much bc it looks so nice and yet so simple. the parallax and blur effects make it so much more than just cutscenes. god i love the cutscene artworks

spent a lot of time fucking around (going up and turning back at the industrial complex region) and died to rain bc i didnt really see much point in saving just yet. oh well

i also completely forgot about the echo vision. which im gguessing, like saint, i have to find an echo. oops

Also Also one. annoyed that i cant eat meat and two. Why are there king vultures. AND why is that industrial complex region supposedly not behind a gate A N D why does it look like a bottomless pit though i think it isnt bc it doesnt have the famous pit gradient. god i miss the screen peek mod

i also just realized there are no batflies nearby?? rain world without batflies. can you fucking imagine. how

ITS THE SECOND DLC WHY ARE THE SHELTERS STILL THESE SHITTY BOXES. MAKE BETTER SHELTERS!!!! RAAAAGH

release me wench!! (i injured them and am awaiting the once present scavs to come back for some reason) -> i died lol

ok well i explored all pipes and it seems the only way is to go to the IC pit apparently. wack. i dont remember whether downpour named the starting regions or not. i wonder if i could go back up the intro ledge with a squidcada

ah. it really was just a named starter area. always cute when they do this thing of using an out of bounds part of a vanilla room as part of a 'new' region

went straight to chimney canopy since ic doesnt have an echo and im assuming this is a future timeline where pebbles is dead or collapsing. also the echo sent me to a room that wasnt rot-infected before yet it is now. dunno what to make of that

eww. what the fuck is this pulsating thing. if i can ill bring it to a shelter and see if it hatches or something bc apparently it tastes bad. also why are there so many bugs everywhere. good lird <- brought to a shelter and slept. nothing happened. i gguess theyre just rotted? or have bugs in them? they only exist in areas with a lot of bugs so..

ok. everything is rotten and a lot of regions are lost to rotten pipes. and the mysterious echo replaced all the others and theres fucking bugs everywhere. nasty! its not even blue rot, its the purple rot. i dont remember what campaign has the purple rot tbh. rivulet i think? it keeps sending me to the same place and im getting annoyed at the back tracking, but i also think the echo doesnt want me bothering it apparently?

OOOOOOOOO

oh god the lizards are rotting.

torrential highways! i can inside the little wagons! awww

FINALLY a different shelter. get real

oh wow. straight up portals. inchresting. hello coral caves

AETHER RIDGE LETS FUCKINGG GOOOOOOO <- i forgot about the annoying wind mechanic. nevermind

WHAT IS THIS CUTE THING???

OH MY GOD YOU CAN EAT THEM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! theyre so cutes..

ah. i believe ive been poisoned

gonna give this thing the time of its life

ok well clearly theres these purple signal hotspots that need Something to be done to them but other than that i feel very clueless. gguess ill just fuck around anhd find out. tomorrow. im tired

my spiky slug guy simply despawned from my shelter. rip lil dude

huh. at first i thought they were like batteries, but then i thought they looked like test tubes and. well

speared this guy to see if they were unkillable like those damned frogs but erm? poison spear? and they didnt die either lol <- ok well they survive one hit but not two. and the one lizard i hit with the spear died so cant really say if its poisonous or not

i thought the yellow ring meant i already got the echo in the region but its absolutely the contrary and i was going crazy in rusted wrecks for no reason. theres always this one stupid obvious thing i get wrong. sigh. also there were so few rooms with a sand ground which is kinda sad.. i hope the snowy ground region has the same or more amount of rooms

badlands has been the most impressive so far though the moths are an absolute pain in the ass. i saw a scav use a spore puff though which is really cool. i never saw them do that even in downpour or arena, i wonder if its part of the dlc <- also i immediately lefft bc i found the echo in the first like 7 rooms lol. will go back later. heat is not my element

oh god what have i done <- food. yummy but also gross. ew

whoag.. floating whale.. also why did the echo marking in the map icons disappear. am i nearing the end?

go, my flying horsies

oh wow that was actually the intended solution to get to the other side. fucking awesome <- nevermind, you can grasp their whiskers apparently. neat either way

im atop the right(if there is another one?) tower in this pink region and im convinced theres literally no other way to get up here. i had to do trickshots off vultures bc there really seems like no other way. considering i was meant to grab the whiskers there i can only guess there HAS to be another way but. how on earth???

what the hell is the deal with this echo girl. whats up with her. is anything gonna make sense ever

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!! WAAAAAAUUUGHGUAAAGH

ok read the wiki and i dont have the karma for that. also i started today at 11h in the save and am kinda pissed i dont know where to go. eventually found the portal to unfortunate development though but im still annoyed i couldnt just make new portals -_-

there seems to be a rotted leviathan in the walls and somehow the pips indicate Something will happen at the end of the cycle.. scary

went to the left side of outer rim for absolutely nothing apparently. must be some kind of end game thing. but i do like the sandy part of the region quite a bit! i wonder what all the green glitter is though.

machine riser started playing help. scary. scared

ok theres fucking nothing in these towers apparently. well there was one of those waypoint markers that i cant do anything about but i had to just jump off bc the cycles are so small. annoyed rn

not sure if its a glitch but it seems slugcat is getting used to eating the rotten fruits? sometimes they faint sometimes not, but the times they do the stun seems to take less time. inchresting <- nevermind, eating rotten popcorn it just seems the stuns are uncommongly faster. sometimes

dude. that's where i already am. what

IVE ALREADY BEEN HERE WHY. WHYYYY. i dont have enough 'ripple' for that!!!! ughhhh. i am gonna mouse drag and do whatever i want this is so annoying

welp apparently ive explored the entire region already and didnt get anything from it. i guess all i can do now is go to other echo-marked regions apparently.

ive gotta say that while all the regions have been neat the fact that youre just a cowardly survivor is really really boring. this wouldve been fine if it was the first dlc but like, this really has been a walking simulator more than anything. i dont think ive really been enjoying it. there isnt any history for any of the regions (that i know of so far) so they really are entirely disconnected and hard to care about :/

[novethegreat]

HELENE UPDATE

I live in far western North Carolina. We in no way got the brunt of Helene's destruction, but I've still never seen disaster on this scale before. People are dead (no one I know yet thankfully), communications (including wifi) are down across the region (meaning stores are closing), there have been landslides and floods, shelters are at capacity, power is out across the region (although lots of places have generators) and isn't going to be widely restored until Friday. As of yesterday, we're now under a boil water advisory. I'm lucky that I was able to drive to an area with functional signal and set up a wifi hotspot with my phone to write this post. Gasoline is also getting scarce, though.

I'm safe. My family is safe, our pets are safe, and our homes are safe. We're lucky that we live on a hill above the floodplain; many of the houses below us were flooded. My parents' house is equipped with a generator, so I've been spending most of my time there. We don't have signal up there at the best of times, and we're not sure when our wifi will be back, so for now, I'm off the grid most of the time. For some reason, texting is working for the most part. Idk lmao

Plus, my work is closed indefinitely! So I don't have any money lmfao.

I'm gaining a new appreciation for the severity of a true disaster. I can't imagine what it's like further south.

[xxdeadbxtchxx]

Everyone has seen Los Angeles, my city, in the news.

I moved here, as many do, to pursue dreams of art and creativity. The only reason this city has become the cultural hotspot it is due to the vast array of people living here. All of them are needed to make this place what it is.

The rise of fascism in this country disturbs me deeply. This pattern was called out years in the past by many authors, musicians, and artists. It is our JOB as artists to call out these things when we see them. We hold up the mirror to the world and say "Behold. This is who you are. Come to terms with your place." Yet, as I see many brave young people at protests and speaking their mind, I also see many bright artists missing from the discussion.

Get a grip. Maintaining your peace does not keep the monster from hunting you. Staying on your release schedule, promoting your upcoming album or show this weekend is not going to save you when cops or ice come knocking at your door for what they think is wrong with you and your neighbors aren't there anymore to protect you.

You have the ability to speak up in a way that you've spent so long working on. A set of skills that allows you to share your thoughts and feelings for others. Now is when the world needs that mirror the most. Speak your mind. Your silence is deafening.

That being said: The United States and Israel have an alliance dead set on bringing about suffering the likes of which we have not seen in quite a while. Our government is funding genocide all across the globe and having others do its dirty work. No one is illegal on stolen land. White people are in someone else's home telling them they have to get out. Protect your community and neighbors. Abolish Ice. Fuck Donald Trump. The only violent ones are them.

I can't go to protests because I can't stand or walk for very long. Here are some other ideas. Call your governor, reps and the hotels 🧊 is staying in. 5Calls is a site I've used for years because it gives you the script and phone number, so it makes it easier for me to call even with brain fog. Send emails to these people as well. Your thoughts matter and your voice needs to be heard.

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

Deep Within Pt 3

( @quibble-auk oh look I didn't abandon this!!! I missed writing for your girl, her insanity is so fun.)

Tw. eh. Sunrazor.

-

Sunrazor was not enjoying herself. The cybertronian sun ached and burnt as she made her way across the barren city. Large and imposing she made quite the figure to be traipsing amongst the dead buildings. Hard face in a scowl and thick shoulders tense, the war machination stalked.

It wasn't the first time she had walked these paths, probably fifty times now her feet had traced them. With a party of a couple soldiers she had been roaming in search of useful supplies and equipment, for two weeks now? Yes, her hud answered as her outer armor groaned from the utter heat.

Two weeks Sunrazor had been here babysitting the military personnel, for two weeks she’s been having to answer to the most rotgutted general she had ever bowed her helm to.

If Sunrazor had her way, she thought as she scanned the red horizon that was shivering and worming from the heat, she’d have killed him by now.

Frowning slightly, her engine snarled at how much she truly did want to crush that bug beneath her boot. Sunrazor slowly dug said boot into the rust speckled ground, the force of it denting the old building she stood upon. A sad and unsuitable replacement.

Innertoil was a short old rustbucket from another age, who treated Sunrazor like some low rank enlisted mech. She of course obeyed with practiced ease, but her temper was getting especially short recently. Heat surged in her chest, a rage that she had been quelling for months now. Only allowing to deliciously consume her when out on the battlefield. 

Now the flimsy spined excuse for a general, had her doing recon.

Her fists clenched, straining the joints from the force her anger shoved through them.

Sunrazor was not a scout. She was not a low rank grunt made to be shoved out to see if he comes back with holes. Yes she could do it, rather well for a mech of her size.

But the gall.

Another time, she’d kill him later. Sunrazor began her descent towards her destination. Accidents happen, and the same general never stayed on the base he built. Mechs like him get cocky, and need to be removed. Sunrazor felt a smile twist her lips at the thought as she reached stable ground once more.

Cocky dogs get put down. 

Anger seemingly soothed at the mental image of brutally rending the general apart, Sunrazor continued.

In about half an hour, the object of her hike sat within view.

An old tower, not the tallest, but still standing.

Might have been a communication tower back in the old world, she thought dismissively, scanning it for abnormalities.

Today the only reason Sunrazor paid the structure any mind was because of a seeker’s report including it. Heat rising and making her already threadbare nerves crackle she started for the base of the tower. The report came from a seeker scout who continued his patrol beyond conscripted time to investigate a “weird” warm signal in his periphery.

It would not have been taken seriously if not for the patrol happening past sundown. Hot spots occurred during the day and the warm signatures could reappear during nightfall due to the longer cool down time. That’s why Sunrazor was rather peeved at the prospect of being sent out to investigate a stupid mistake made by a young bird who was probably lacking a normal amount of processing power.

Then the seeker mentioned the location of the hotspot.

On an outer ledge. Where those thin metal slabs should cool far faster than the tower itself. Not hold heat. In one spot. For an extended period of time.

That means they may have a problem. Sunrazor was meant to take care of problems. Hence her presence.

Her senses flared out in a wave along the tower’s base, searching and tuned for any movement. The seeker also mentioned the heat signature seemingly being under the ledge, only to be gone when investigated. Which pointed to either a very slow cool down of the metal.

Or a spy with a death wish jumped.

She searched the sides with soft growls of frustration, when no sign of anything showing magnets or of climbing gear showed itself past the abused hide.

Her temper rumbled with every step. From the sun beating down on her, from the completely  beaten and scraped outer shell of the tower, which hid any and all marks of a climb.

She ran a check to see if any of the panels could have been removed and somehow a bot could have run along the inside. Which itself was suicidal, this tower was decrepid and only a fool would assume it could hold his weight from the inner framing.

It was thin, and too frail for a mech with that large of a heat signature to have scaled, even if his engine was on the edge of overheating to make such heat anyway. 

Unless. 

 She felt her eyebrows raise, glancing at the horizon. Sunrazor tucked the thought neatly away, no harm in holding it. 

She looked up at the ledge in which the seeker swore the signature had been perched. Her brim of her helm being useful against the harsh light, she squinted and huffed angrily as her optics failed to focus.

Readjusting her internal lenses, her optics focused on the ledge. Sunrazor decided if she found nothing on this wild waste of her time, that seeker was going to suffer. Badly. 

Grooves in the metal. A broken support.

Sunrazor blinked in surprise, looking again as she felt herself begin to grin, hopeful excitement rising. 

She traced her bloody optics along the edge of the ledge in, down the snapped support. Halfway down, oh he had been so close. She smirked.

Sunrazor tracked the angle of the fall, walking slightly in a predatory fashion as her programs roared. 

Down, down and right above her helm.

Claw marks.

“Oh you sweet little thing,” With the gentleness of a lover the mech ran her fingers ever so softly along the grooves. Thin and sharp, depth correlating with the angles and fall distances perfectly. Anyone who hadn’t known what to be looking for would have lost them in the cracked brutalized skin of the tower. 

“You almost didn’t make that catch did you?”

Any farther and the maker of those marks would have been killed on impact. She would be standing above a corpse.

Deep within her, programs thrummed excitedly. Calling on every moment and feeling she had filed away to support her growing feverish thought.

She shushed it and almost reluctantly looked away from the grooves, hoping to follow the trail.

Down maybe another foot, then they ended. Sunrazor smiled cruelly as she ran a thumb along where they had removed themself from the wall, and along the edges of the crack stowed as if ashamed, was the faint traces of yellow.

Sunrazor grinned, running her rough thumb fondly over the stain.

She stood and rolled her shoulders, smiling warmly.

"Sunrazor to base."

:Sunrazor acknowledged, report.:

“Designated sight area is clear, I want that seeker who falsely reported in the upper loading area for my return.”

(Prev)

[scoundrellyfeline]

great homestuck rereading discussion T+14 (Feb 24)

first last next

cw: flashing

SF 13:44 > just realized i have time rn

SF 13:45 > getting on that grind

SF 13:45 > do ya mind

SF 13:45 > with all this time that ive managed to find

SF 13:45 > i hope the next things are pretty kind

SF 13:46 > so lets get this shit down and wind

SF 13:47 >

SF 13:48 > cant remember if i finished reading through the newspost

SF 13:49 > [ressing issues like how to sedate an exceptionally lively weasel, and locating huge orange vegetables which may or may not have been misplaced.] must not have because im fairly sure that id have remembered this sentence lol

SF 13:50 > well the tutorial links dead rip

SF 13:50 > and so is the fancy santa... unless...

SF 13:50 > give me a sec. the wifi im using might be blocking it so ima use my phones hotspot rq

SF 13:51 > ok on the hotspot

SF 13:51 > lets take this again

SF 13:52 > crtl + r didnt even work

SF 13:52 >

SF 13:53 > blehhhh im just going to go on

SF 13:56 > pondering the orb...

SF 13:57 > [also, fix my bathroom.] so bossy

SF 13:57 > so this probably wont be that important... right? right???

SF 13:57 > hold on an S page is next

SF 13:58 > ooo Harlequin

SF 13:58 > nice

SF 13:58 > my ears are pleased

SF 13:58 > my eyes... could be better :PP

SF 13:59 > goofy ahh fleur de lis speaking clown

SF 14:00 > [EB: i still can't understand this thing's gobbledygook. TT: That was only "Tier One Prototyping". TT: There is still another tier to the prototyping process. TT: Which for all we know merely advances this entity through increasingly esoteric states of linguistics.]

love how these two interact

SF 14:00 > [EB: we don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery. TT: This unmitigated poppycock? EB: extravagant hogwash!] :PP

SF 14:01 > the perfectly generic object is a cuboid green square. not exactly perfectly generic, but i think i can see what the vision is

SF 14:02 > uhhhh buddy?

didnt we already go over this???

SF 14:03 > [The PDA is predictably jettisoned into the yard, over the neighbor's fence.] o7 (i guess were not getting this back, are we? stupid, stupid john!)

SF 14:04 > [Something is happening...] impossible

SF 14:04 >

SF 14:06 > [You set the ALCHEMITER to cast THREE (3) PERFECTLY GENERIC OBJECTS for some reason, expending a total of 6 units of BUILD GRIST. These things look completely useless. What a waste!] ...i mean, maybe you could use them as decoration? or imagination fort materials? i wouldnt say useless, per se...

SF 14:06 > [Out of the corner of your eye, you notice there's something in the sky.]

SF 14:06 > it isnt gonna be a bird, is it

SF 14:08 > oh shit... this cant be good

SF 14:08 > and wait... isnt that the timer we saw on the cruxtruder thingy?

SF 14:08 > ...i think i might have been right to be worried...

SF 14:09 > {brb checking where i need to read to again because its been a while}

SF 14:10 > {ok going back in}

SF 14:11 > [You're no astronomer, but its trajectory looks suspiciously head-on with your current perspective. This is a troubling development.] id

this... but i dont really want him to die! i love the goofy goober

SF 14:12 > [You figure you've left him hanging long enough.]

attaboy!

SF 14:14 > [It is tempting because they strongly resemble Rockin' Blue Raspberry Gushers. However, units of BUILD GRIST are a gaming abstraction and do not seem to exist on the physical plane!] i did actually try gushers a while ago and i didnt really like them. but ofc, this is the same kid that has an irrational hatred of cake. does this face look like the face of someone with good taste buds?

SF 14:15 > [There is apparently no crisis so imminent that will deter you from contemplating idiotic and frivolous actions.]

SF 14:15 > ooo page 200!

SF 14:16 > insane how were only... 40 days???? who is hussie???????? this is not a human workload holy crap

SF 14:17 > thats... (quick maths) 5 pages a day! what?!?!?

SF 14:17 > hussie literally cant be human. no way. i refuse to believe that they are normal and well rounded

SF 14:18 > uhh anyways dad has arrived back home

SF 14:19 >

SF 14:19 > good on her

SF 14:20 >

time to ground johns butt i think

SF 14:21 > completely forgot about TT expanding his room earlier

SF 14:21 > and two chums... ok, so obviously one is TT (id hope). is the other TG? he seems to enjoy the sound of his own typing a lot.

SF 14:22 > maybe the mysterious GG? whats up with them anyhow?

SF 14:23 > this is me, btw, if you even care

SF 14:23 > [EB: oh man who cares about the bathroom, now there's a meteor heading for my house!!!] at least hes got his priorities straight...

SF 14:24 > [TT: The walkthroughs vaguely suggest an impending threat before they end. TT: The already poorly constructed sentences become even more curt and ambiguous. TT: As if written hastily and with a sense of alarm. TT: Actually, their dedication to updating the walkthrough under such circumstances is admirable.]

TT ilysm <33

SF 14:25 > [TT: If I read any more my brain will need to be spoon-fed from a jar. TT: While it blows spit bubbles in a highchair.]

SF 14:25 > you know, TT and TG are kind of similar in that they talk alot, but they do have super different vibes in this aspect. id love to see how they interact with eachother

SF 14:26 > oh and speak of the devil

SF 14:26 > [TG: i heard you got the box TG: i hope you appreciate my heroic fatherly perseverance in getting it to you TG: in my rough and tumble dirty wifebeaterly sort of way TG: also i hope you appreciate how many no-talent douches had their mitts on that bunny before you TG: its like a grubby baton in some huge douchebag marathon] heheheheh :PP

SF 14:28 > is TG saying johns casey in this example? lol. now im just imagining john and dave in the end scene: TG: noo dont cry casey

SF 14:29 > i think despite his coolkid exterior he does seem to care a lot about john. like, he tries to put on a facade to the world but on the inside hes a genuinely good person. because if he was a genuine douche, TG wouldnt give john something that hed actually like

SF 14:30 > [TG: and for that matter you should probably wash your hands of flighty broads and their snarky horseshit altogether] grahhhh i need to see them interact NOW!!!

SF 14:30 > [TG: oh man TG: how big is it] amazing how he immediately believes john here. id have expected him to be more skeptical

SF 14:31 > [TG: like the size of texas TG: or just rhode island TG: theyre always throwing around these geographical comparisons to give us a sense of scale like it really means anything to us TG: but its like it doesnt matter its always just like: WOW THATS PRETTY FUCKING BIG TG: like mr president theres a meteor coming sir. oh yeah, how big is it? its the size of texas sir TG: OH SHIT TG: or, how big is it? its the size of new york city sir TG: OH SHIT TG: sir im afraid the comet is the size of your moms dick TG: OH SNAP TG: sir are you familiar with jupiter TG: you mean like the planet? TG: yeah TG: well its that big sir TG: hmm that sounds pretty big TG: i have a question TG: is it jupiter? TG: yes sir, earth is literally under seige by planet fucking jupiter TG: OH SHIT]

TG might be my favorite kid thus far lmaooo

SF 14:34 > idk why but i really want to see dads perspective of things. like, how does he think the tub got there? because like, john clearly didnt use is MANGRIT to lift it up or anything

SF 14:35 > also i love the return of the red ?

SF 14:35 > :PP

SF 14:35 > [The perfect crime.]

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[minimooberry]

oh yeah since you're my husband now i feel like i have to tell you that im a vampire and im going to need a blood sacrifice in the next three days so that i don't turn into a monster and kill you in my sleep - no yeah i know that you're a vampire hunter and stuff - i mean i was kind of running out of options when my last two husbands died, like people might think that i killed then, which i did... technically. but it was so not my fault that they didn't believe me!

tfw when your wife that you've been crushing on for years lets you know that if you forget to devote your body to her she might accidentally kill you 🥰🥰 Araminta and Jamie Stone for @birdietrait's coven of simblrs !!

Jamie is well known for dealing with all things supernatural in their minuscule mountain town that's for some otherworldly reason always a hotspot for vengeful spirits, appiritions, and now vampires.

Araminta was cursed as a baby but it only came out when she first got married when she was 21. Her first husband was a total dick and couldn't stay loyal for 48 hours and so, since his body wasn't devoted to her, she turned into a vampire and like, ate him. woops.

she isn't actually in control of her body or conscious of what she's doing, but when you wake up with your husband's blood on your face and him dead on the ground it's kind of hard to not put two and two together.

after asking her family, her mother caved and told her about the curse. yikes 😓😓

araminta is known to be a very shy and cute girl, so they all just thought that this was a freak accident. she got married again when she was 24 to this other guy, but he was in love with another girl and only married araminta because their families made them. she felt a little more sad when she found him dead on the couch.

now araminta's 26 and she's decided to tell her new husband jamie right from the get go. jamie's actually a pretty nice guy in her opinion and he's hot asf too so maybe he can help her actually have a safe and stable marriage!

jamie is not happy about this, but he's had a crush on araminta since they were in middle school, so he thinks he'll have to let this slide.

accurate depiction of the curse btw: