#i considered keeping the fully body intact

[cherubchoirs]

Ascended Ferryman!! What does his form look like now?

something like this!!! since the terminals say many of the angels of humans take on abstract or animal-like qualities, i decided to base their form loosely off of a jellyfish with their holy cloth acting as the bell. they are obviously very nautically themed otherwise, with their coins turning into golden adornment and their halo bearing the greek for "fishers of men". their wings are similarly skeletal as they are and somewhat based on how i stylize the wings of virtues to show they too are from a mortal soul despite achieving some human qualities.

[talesofsonicasura]

To Save A DogDay

I couldn't help but write this after seeing the constant dedication of saving the giant toy doggo. So here's something to assist you guys in the effort. I've done some research(even though Google was being an ass) and took a look at this particular post by @dafloof

First off, DogDay is surprisingly big despite being cut in half. If I have to compare his size then think of those giant plushies you win from a theme park or carnival game. Thus the only possible carry for the average person to safely escort him is bridal or hanging off like a koala on the side due to the grab pack. He might be able to shrink himself to a more manageable size if DogDay is similar to CatNap in body structure.

Although that doesn't mean the task is impossible outside of adrenaline. DogDay may be big you got to think about his possible weight. Bigger Bodies are still toys with the Smiling Critters being plushies. How much of him is stuffing and not organs?

The necessary body parts for him to still be alive are the lungs, heart, brain, stomach, and some sort of skeletal structure. Here's a weight chart for the average human. (Although these might be smaller if harvested back as a child than an adult.)

Stomach: 2-4 pounds/lbs

Brain- 2.5 pounds/lbs

Heart- 0.25 pounds/lbs

Lungs- 1.8 pounds/lbs

Human Skeleton- 15-25 pounds/lbs

Average weight here 21.05 - 31.05 lbs. His arm bones might be reinforced similar to the Prototype but they still wouldn't be that heavy. For carrying in your arms, 35- 55 lbs is what the the untrained person can hold. Body weight contributes to how much someone can carry with a 139 lbs untrained woman being able to deadlift around 74 lbs. For men it is 125 lbs for 148 lbs.

Adrenaline can help contribute to this as there have been feats done by people in dangerous situations. One example being a human mother fighting off a polar bear to protect her kids or someone moving a car by themselves to get free. We can do insane things when it comes to survival.

There's also the mental side to this. Our brains actually diminish the perception of how strong we are by 40%. If you carry something you love or cherish like a person, then they can weigh less just from that viewpoint. Sometimes thinking like the Little Engine That Could will make a difference.

Now I am not forgetting the dangerous little critters. There are ways to deal with them and have enough time to bring DogDay along. In his cell, there are two ports they can crawl out of. Blocking these whether by flares or stuffing them with nearby items can do the trick.

Second is bribery. We aren't restricted to the environment like in the game and throughout the facility there are intact vending machines. The toys obviously need to eat but seem unable get into the machines. YOU CAN.

Break the glass and stockpile as much snacks as possible. Finding bags or boxes to carry them wouldn't be hard. Offer these to the little Critters in exchange for DogDay. You can open one bag for further incentive as the chance to get a special treat is something no one will be able to resist.

DogDay might be able to drag himself so breaking the chains with the Grab Pack or a different tool is possible. They are probably rusty thus easier to break. It will obviously hurt for DogDay to drag his body so stealing something like a cushion from CatNap's hideyhole could ease the pain.

Should that not be the case then other options are available. Considering Playcare is a fun house, you might be able to find scooterboards or a platform cart to carry him. If not then a makeshift sled to pull DogDay about is the next best move.

Now there's actually another escape route. A duck ride that you couldn't access in the game due to bugs. I think Mob was planning for a chase down there as it is fully fleshed out with puzzles and an environment.

DogDay can hold onto the boat while you solve the puzzles to get out. For those who hadn't chosen bribery then flares will keep pursuing Little Critters away. Maybe set a fire as you escape since there's plenty of items to make a molotov cocktail if crafty enough.

I suggest finding some walkie talkies as someone needs to look after DogDay. The area under the statue can be a possible safe spot but being able to contact Kissy Missy and Poppy will better the chances of his recovery than just survival. Both know the factory's inner works enough to remain hidden so they might know where to find supplies. A possible ally with valuable info can sway them to help.

There is also the option of coming back to Playcare. DogDay might still be alive as you can hear his muffled cries during the chase. He might be worse for wear due to the little menaces piloting him like a bootleg Megazord. Walkie talkies can help you page Kissy Missy to help with escorting the Bigger Body safely.

It is possible to save DogDay if you are smart or crafty enough to use the environment. The factory offers a lot of potential options to help with that. Do know that you can turn a simple water gun into a flamethrower.

Why follow the rules of the game when there are ways to break them?

[serpentface]

Can we hear about some Wardi funerary practices? (and possibly Yotici as well, if you’re in the mood to talk abt them)

Okay I got some for both

Wardi:

The key function of a funeral is to ensure that the deceased has their soul fully detached from their dead body and sent away from the earth, allowing them to move into the afterlife rather than being trapped as an earthbound spirit. The soul remains attached to its body and the earth after death and needs the help of the living to guide it away. Funerary practices can be very complex and are effectively a series of failsafes to prevent the soul from being stuck behind. Technically the only Hard requirement is cremation, but if you want to ensure your loved one (or a politically important person) finds rest and rebirth in the afterlife, you go above and beyond to help them on their journey.

I'll describe the fullest extent of funerary practices here, though keep in mind that completion of All these rites does not necessarily occur for every funeral. This is also describing the standard funeral to the core doctrine of the Faith of the Seven Faced God, and you'll see variance in Wardi folk-religion funeral practices (as well as slight regional variation within the core faith).

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Core dogma holds that the body should not be allowed to rot or be eaten, with cremation being the only option for respectful treatment of the dead. The body being destroyed by these forces without a proper funeral will cause the spirit to linger trapped to the earth, which is a miserable afterlife. A body that has been found rotten, mutilated, or partly consumed by animals will still be given a cremation, but they will require additional and more extensive rites wherein their wandering spirit is guided back to the body so it can be properly sent off.

People are bound by filial piety and social obligation to care for their dead kin and see that they get a proper funeral (at absolute LEAST ensuring that they are cremated). This is especially an obligation of children to their parents (as is supporting them in old age). It's a matter of personal and familial honor, and failing to fulfill these obligations is regarded as a severe betrayal of your kin and is grounds for the family's current patriarch to disown you and strip you of your name. Priests to the face Kusomache can assist in funerary rites (and preside over most major funerals of public figures), but most of the work comes down to the family members of the deceased.

Cremation can be a challenging practice in a region that is mostly grassland, scrub, and savannah. In practice, fully wood fueled pyres tend to be the domain of the wealthy (the main exception is within the province of Lobera, which has a great swath of intact woodlands). Dry dung fires (the most common source of fuel in the region in general) are appropriate for cremation, but only the dung of cattle and khait is considered ritually pure for this use.

((SLIGHT TANGENT: Cremation has some specific philosophical justification in the Wardi model of primordial cosmic dualism (though note- the practice of cremating dead almost certainly predates this, and this philosophy is also not significant to lay religious practice and most people are not thinking about this during funerals). The universe is composed of extremes of primordial sky (hot/dry/bright/male) and primordial sea (cold/wet/dark/female), reflected in a rhythm of dualism in life and its cycles. During birth, the body is formed in the extreme of primordial sea (manifested in a human body as the womb) and the soul must struggle out of it to reach life. In death, the body is broken apart in the extreme of primordial sky (fire is an example of such an extreme in physical form), and the soul must struggle out of it to reach rebirth in the afterlife. Non-crematory funeral methods return the body to sea-elements (the earth is considered to be mostly Sea in nature), thus not forming a complete cycle. Both primordial forces are challenging and deadly in of themselves, but life itself is sustained via cycling through both))

Upon death, the body will (ideally) be packed in salt to slow obvious signs of decay while the funeral can be prepared. It is otherwise wrapped tightly head to toe in cloth and stored in a cool, dry place. When funeral preparations are completed, the body will be cleaned and prepared, ideally by blood kin (usually the adult children of a dead parent, the parents of a dead child, or the deceased's spouse). If the person was killed by a wound, the wounds will be treated like that of a living person- the soul is still in there and capable of feeling pain, leaving wounds untreated strengthens unwanted ties to its now non-functional body. The body is washed thoroughly and anointed head to toe with a sanctified oil. The oil both assists in cremation and intends to prevent the deceased from feeling the pain of burning. A priest (if present) gives the dead one last blessing with white amenchalme, which is smeared across the entire forehead (as is the case in other blessings of transitional periods- birth, the formal naming of a survived year old infant, marriage).

The body is then clothed as finely as possible and wrapped in a blanket. Protective amulets to safeguard their journey to the afterlife, and shed snakeskins (both evocative of the Face Kusomache and a reminder to the dead of the necessity to leave their body) are wrapped in with them. This process is the last time anyone is allowed to touch the skin of the body, doing so afterwords risks the soul being tempted to remain attached, to its detriment (it can feel the touch, and may miss it).

The pyre is built at the same time as the body's processing (usually in close proximity), and a funeral space is designated. When possible, this space is bound with amenchil rope wound right to left, designating the space inside as sacred and preventing harmful outside agents from entering. Attendants are ideally blessed before entering the funeral space, or should at least self-purify with the gesture against evil.

The funeral should ideally commence in the late afternoon, and the cremation must commence during the hour of sunset. If this cannot occur, it is delayed until the next evening (minimal decomposition of the body within the first few days is acceptable, disintegrating rot is not).

The wealthy dead will have at Least one khait and hunting dog (most often their own) killed to accompany them- the khait will carry them on their journey and the dog will act as a guide. Poorer families will often use clay effigies of khait and dogs instead (or sometimes captured feral dogs). A third component in some funerals is a guardian lion (this tradition is newer and the guardian role is filled by the dog in other circumstances). Typically only kings or Odonii(-kin) are able to get an actual lion killed for them, and it will be an effigy in most other cases. This lion will take the role of the Patriarch Odomache who protects Its family (the entire people) from harm, and will defend the soul of the deceased from threats during its journey.

During funerals of slain soldiers, captured prisoners of war may additionally be killed, which is in part seen as a means of soothing the dead's spirit by taking vengeance for them, preventing the honored dead from becoming stuck earthbound out of anger for their demise. In this case, the prisoners are killed prior to the pyre being built, with their blood being used to consecrate the ground beneath it. The prisoner's bodies will be removed from the funeral space and bound in amenchil rope wound left to right to contain their spirits and prevent them from doing harm to the honored dead (they will typically be cremated (usually without honors) or given back to a defeated foe for funeral rites afterwords).

Offerings are made of items to help the dead on their journey (food, water, wine, clothing, weapons, armor) and as sacrifices to the Face Kusomache, who will ultimately enable the soul to reach its final resting place. Everyone in attendance should offer something (these are nonfatal offerings of food, flowers, and drink), and ideally the family will be able to provide an animal sacrifice to be slain (the best of which for funerals is a cow that has never been bred or yoked). The deceased's kin will bloodlet from the palms of their hands, both in offering and so that Kusomache will recognize the dead by blood and be able to find them, even if the deceased's connection to God was somehow severed. The offerings to the dead are placed on the funeral pyre, while the offerings to Kusomache are burnt separately by an attendant priest.

The women in attendance lead a song when the funeral pyre is lit, the lyrics direct the dead on how to leave their body and undertake their journey, and are sung on repeat. All members will eventually join in. By convention, the song must continue for the duration of the cremation (which may take many hours), usually accomplished by attendants taking breaks and filling the silence when another member goes quiet. (Professional mourners are also available for hire to assist in this process). It is not sung beautifully, it is shrill and often wailed and screamed, which serves to frighten off evil spirits that may harass the dead in their journey (also providing a measure of physical catharsis for grievers).

When the body is fully cremated, a much softer prayer is sung (as best as the attendants vocal cords can handle after the ordeal) as an additional appeal for the dead to be brought safely to their place of rest.

The person's spirit is now undergoing a perilous journey to the lunar lands that will last until sunrise, but from the perspective of the dead it takes a full month. This journey is perilous, it begins in complete darkness within the realm of the earth in which evil spirits live and can potentially harm the deceased. If the dead has had their connection with God badly severed in life (this can be by curses, possession, or very severe spiritual pollution), they may lose their way and remain trapped upon the earth (this is why care for the body and the purity of its living spirit is important during life as well). The living have, however, done their best to give the dead a very good chance. The chant has guided them out of their body and gone a long ways to scare off evil spirits that may harm the traveling soul. The offerings to Kusomache intend to restore any severed connections to God's greater living spirit, bringing the dead back under Its protection. The khait (or khait effigy) will give the deceased speed and ease the duress of their journey, and the dog (or dog effigy) will guide their way by scent even through darkness, and guard the dead from further harm (the lion/effigy will fill the guardian role instead if used).

The rest of the night is spent in vigil. Upon sunrise when the dead has reached their destination, the pyre will be broken down. The deceased's ashes and bones are stored in an urn and will be interred in a family tomb (the spirit should have no more connection to the body at this point, and these tombs are squarely conceptualized as a place for the living to honor and remember the dead, and as personal familial shrines to Kusomache). The mourners break off for a period of rest, and will reconvene at noon for a funeral feast. Funeral feasts are very special occasions, and warrant the slaughter of livestock (even among the poor). The spirit of this feast is to celebrate the rebirth of the dead into the lunar lands, and to honor the living left behind. Lavish funerals of kings and noblemen may involve funerary games during this feasting period (races, bull leaping, mock combat, etc) and performances by singers, dancers, and poetry reciters. The celebratory period lasts until the following sundown, at which point the funeral is over.

It's customary to cut the hair in mourning when the deceased is a parent, child, spouse, or sibling (and can be done by choice for other relations). The exact logistics vary- the South Wardi tradition is for men to enter the funeral with their hair in a topknot, and for women to enter with their hair bound in one long braid in the back. The men will slice through their hair under the knot, the women will cut their braid at the halfway point. Traditions on when this haircut occurs also vary, usually it is either just before the pyre is lit or just after it is extinguished. The cut locks of hair will be interred in the family tomb in a small urn along with the cremains.

A mourning period is observed for these close relations, lasting a full lunar month in recognition of the duration of the dead's journey. Women are generally expected to wear tight formal veils, while men will display their shorn hair unadorned. The blood family is considered ritually impure throughout this mourning period via contact with the dead, and cannot enter temples, participate in festivals, or bloodlet in prayer until its completion, and ideally should not touch other people. It's customary at the end of the month to undergo a full purification (which includes, or at the very least consists of, full body submergence in water and thorough bathing) before returning to their regular life.

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Preexisting sketch I had of the remaining Haidamane family at their mother's funeral, watching the cremains being interned in an urn. 2/3 of them are displaying attire appropriate for a funeral, in which nice clothing and formal veils are generally an expectation.

Janeys' hair has been cut in mourning. He's got a very fancy cloak and a formal khattanocuy (South Wardi traditional khaitsmane belt ornament) Faiza's hair has been cut too but isn't visible. She's wearing a tight formal veil and has kept her Odonii regalia to the bare minimum lionsmane band and armament in favor of a nice dress and cloak. Couya has refused to dress up at all, save for being persuaded to braid her hair. Her hair has not been cut. She doesn't technically Have to since Livya Haidamane was not her blood mother, and she doesn't Want to because she fucking hates her and is glad that she's dead. She can get away with all this because she's an Odonii and wearing full vestment is justified but it's not a great look.

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Yotici:

Yotici are an entire species so you're going to see a broad variety of funerary practices. The main variants of funeral practices are:

Cairn burials, in which the deceased is weighed down to the seafloor and a rock cairn is built over them. Practices will vary tremendously whether or not it's appropriate to bury dead within a Garden (an engineered ecosystem in which they maintain their egg masses). Some groups will have designated cemeteries outside of the Garden, others might bury their dead within the Garden and even build up its features on top of them, such as planting corals upon the rocks, making the mounds into nests for their shark eggs, or laying their own eggs on top of them.

Shipwreck burial, in which a body is stored inside or beneath wrecked boats, which are ascribed significance in some Yotici cultures (merely as shelters, as homes for valued animals, as the conquered vessels of malicious hunters, etc).

Sea burials, in which the deceased is weighed down but intentionally allowed to be consumed by wildlife. This will often be valued animals within the garden's ecosystem, or other significant or sacred wildlife.

Sky/sea burials, in which the deceased is allowed to float at the surface to be fed upon by seabirds and marine scavengers.

In both of these instances, there can be variation on what is allowed to consume the dead. In a majority of cases, there will be little attempt to restrict this consumption, but some may involve guarding the body for weeks on end and chasing unwanted animals away.

Land burials, in which the body is deliberately made to be beached. In some cases the significance of this act is wrapped up in the body being on land in of itself, in others it might extend more deeply- the body's direct exposure to the sun, favoring consumption by land animals, or consumption/other use of the dead by other sophonts (who may or may not be recognized by the yotici in question as sapient or notably distinct from other animals, and are commonly considered magical animals or a form of spirit rather than People) (the exact same tends to apply in reverse).

There are a few isolated cases in which a mutualistic relationship between yotici and a neighboring landdwelling people plays directly into funeral rites. Cases where mutually comprehensible languages have developed that can communicate abstract and complex ideas are very rare, so in most circumstances these practices involve both parties ascribing different meanings to their actions while being mutually satisfied with the outcome.

Deepwater burials, in which the body is brought into open ocean (where yotici cannot survive and do not typically travel) and left in this place, usually due to specific meaning being ascribed to this territory.

Kelp burials, in which the body is purposefully suspended by being tightly wrapped and tied in strands of kelp (usually in combination with other practices), which may have significance to some yotici groups, especially as a common staple food.

Abandonment, in which the body is brought far outside of the Garden's domain (or the surrounding seagrass altogether) and left to be treated as it will with no particular concern of its eventual fate. This may be a matter of simple disposal, there may be significance ascribed to bringing the body outside of the Garden's space, or the body may be considered a polluting element.

Enshrinement, in which access is maintained to the body in order to eventually remove its bones and place them in areas of significance. The body may be actively dismembered in some circumstances.

Funerary cannibalism, in which parts of the body are consumed by other members of the pod (usually in conjunction with other practices). As in other sophonts, instances where consumption is an aspect of honoring or treating the dead may occur. Yotici are primarily herbivorous and their beaks are unsuited to tear flesh, but can digest some animal matter.

[sassyandsodone]

To The Victor Go The Spoils

(Just a little thing I wrote in one sitting. Craving some angsty dark Raphael/Tav)

The clinking of blades. The crackling of flames. The screams. 

“Raphael! Please!”

And it was over. The House of Hope laid in ruins, everything he had built, all his careful planning, gone. And he was alone, just a cat with a dead mouse under his claws.

Air burned in Raphael’s lungs as the reality of the situation sank in. He was broken and bloody, his home was smoldering, his closest allies were dead, his enemies were dead, and his hopes laid dead with them. The foyer was a grim sight, coated in gore and blood. In this mangled state he could no longer tell Korrilla from Hope, both were empty husks on the floor. Lesser cambions were destroyed, killed when he still believed he could never lose. But the blood that fell from him and sizzled against the tile floor begged to differ. He had almost died. He was alive by a hair and nothing more.

And it was all their fault.

Raphael leaned down to them, claws grasping at their unmoving body. That little mouse had ruined everything. And yet as he brought their corpse close, he listened for breath, for a heartbeat. Nothing.

His face twisted into a disgusted sneer. How dare they. How dare they break into his home. How dare they break their deal. How dare they fight him, rather than accepting their fate. And how dare they die.

The little mouse. Not an hour ago they were his completely. Their soul was bound in a contract, they belonged to him for eternity. And he would reward them eternally if only they had upheld their bargain. Raphael would have had them by his side forever, his favorite client. In the time since they signed, he had been contemplating all the things he would do with them once he had them. Contemplating how best to use the spoils of his victory. He would have been a most benevolent god.

What a waste. For both of them.

Raphael cradled them in his arms, pointless though it was. By now, the only part of them he valued, their soul, was off to the city of judgment to be claimed by some god who never cared. Raphael may have killed them, but it could not be said he didn’t care. Perhaps it was the fact that he cared that led them both to this place. If he had been less kind they might not have gotten the misguided idea that he was a foe they could fight. What an idiot they had been. He loathed the way they made him feel now. 

He carried them out of the foyer and into the hall, hellfire still burned on everything in sight. Normally the wailing cries of the debtors echoed through the entire house, now it was silent. No more songs, no poems, nothing but the crackle of fire and the sound of his steps as he walked.

Raphael looked down at their lifeless form in his arms, unlike the others, all of whom were now mangled beyond identification, he had left his favorite mostly intact. They looked peaceful, in spite of the blood covering them, they could have just been asleep. He found himself foolishly wishing they were. Then he could make them pay for what they had done and he could keep them. Despite being the only survivor of the battle, Raphael couldn’t fully shake the feeling that he had, in some way, lost.

He entered the boudoir, which was the least destroyed room of the house. It was on fire (what wasn’t at this point) but the only corpse present was that of Haarlep. How he wished he had been there to see that incubus get a fate long owed. Why couldn’t the little mouse do anything right? Why did they have to ruin everything?

He stepped into the bath, and the cool healing waters ran over his wounds, closing them with every step he took. Raphael placed the body down in the water. Part of him hoped they would wake with a start. If only their eyes had fluttered open. He would have held them under the water, listening to them beg and scream. He would have rended flesh from bone, tore them to pieces all while they healed and recovered. He would have done everything he had ever considered doing to them, and more. Hope’s fate would have been idyllic compared to theirs. It would have been beautiful. His talons gripped their face. He could have still eviscerated them, bathed in their blood, but why?

Their eyes did not open. They floated in the water like a burial at sea. The little mouse was gone.

The feelings and thoughts running through Raphael’s head were so unlike him. Alone in his own home, he felt nothing but shame at the longing he had. The longing for things that were now beyond his reach.

He pulled their face up and leaned down. With a hesitation born of fear, his lips met their cold ones. They tasted of blood and ash. It was all they were. He silently begged them to fight him, to thrash in his grip. A challenge was always more fun. This was nothing. This was just pathetic.

He pulled away, still holding onto their chin.

“...I loathe you.”

[wallflowerwritesstuff]

You Chose: Sylus (ft. Luke and Kieran)

border credit goes to cafekitsune here on tumblr 🖤

You’re getting off the bus when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. 

Looking around, you find the streets deserted considering the time, wondering if the pain mixed with exhaustion was messing with your senses. Remaining on guard, you walk the few blocks to your place, thanking your lucky stars that your apartment had an elevator and creasing slightly at the thought of walking up the steps in your current condition. 

While waiting for the elevator, the familiar burning along your neck returns, stronger this time. The moment the elevator arrives, it reaches a fever pitch, effectively sending you into autopilot as you throw the first punch. 

“Wh—Ow!”

You pause, blinking the stars from your vision as a new surge of adrenaline makes its way through your body. You know that voice, the person on the other side of you leaning down to help the one you dropped to the ground with one punch. 

“I thought you were injured!” the newcomer grumbles while the other snickers at the turn of events. "You don't feel injured!"

“Luke? Kieran?”

“At your service,” one says calmly, the other huffing as he talks to himself under his breath. You barely make out the ‘speak for yourself’, but lean down apologetically. 

“Sorry, Luke…long day,” you explain, his eyes scanning over your face before another huff escaped. 

“You’re lucky you look like that or I’d have a longer grudge.” 

After helping him up, you ignore the heat that makes its way to your ears and clear your throat. Then, logic kicks in as you snap your head up so quickly you see stars. 

“What are you two doing here?” you hiss, looking around as one steps closer, using your head as an armrest while peering down at you. 

“We heard from a little crow you were hurt. Walking alone at night isn’t ideal during the best of times, let alone when you aren’t able to defend yourself,” Kieran answers honestly.  

That statement was comical considering how safe Linkon city was compared to the N109 zone, but you accept the answer as you grab them both, shoving them into the elevator and getting on afterward. You slam your palm into the 5th floor button accidentally, leaning against the wall and shutting your eyes with a deep exhale. 

“...You seem worse off than usual,” Luke points out as he adjusts his mask. His mannerisms were somewhat more high energy than Kieran's, their appearances identical with their masks and outfits but their tells plain as day to you after so much time together. 

“Oh? How so?” you ask curiously, Luke crossing his arms and looking over your injured form. 

“Well, your balance is off, with most of your weight being on your right side rather than centered like boss showed you. Your shirt is all messy, most likely from fighting, and it’d be a lie to say we didn't catch sight of some nasty bruising when you smoothed it out after punching me.”

“Did you have to bring that up again?” you sigh as he huffs.

“It was necessary context!”

The elevator dings, one crow on either side of you as you make your way to your front door. The two follow you inside your apartment, immediately checking around for anything that could be deemed a threat. The sight makes you crack your first smile of the day, but once you sit on your couch, you are hit with the reminder that they hadn’t been wrong about your bruising being worse off than the last few times. 

You were fully aware you had no broken bones, but that didn’t mean your perfectly intact bones didn’t still hurt whenever you moved. 

“You should take something for the pain. It’ll be worse tomorrow without it."

“And something for the inflammation,” Luke added, already going through your cabinets. 

“I don’t have much here,” you admit, somewhat embarrassed by the fact. You were usually pretty decent at keeping stuff in stock, but it had slipped your mind with all that had been going on with the Wanderers. 

“Not a problem, we always have stuff on us.” 

“Just in case?” you ask with a raised brow, and through the eyeholes of his mask, you can see him offer an almost incredulous look as you smile sheepishly. “Oh. Right. Sorry again for that.” 

Rolling his eyes, Luke motions for Kieran. He nods, pulling out a bag from what you can only assume is a pocket on the inside of his jacket. You take it, inside about three doses of medication.

"Take two every five or so hours. It should help."

You nod slowly, knowing very well you shouldn't accept medicine from anywhere.

"It's just pain meds, geez. a bit of faith, oh hunter," Luke insists, walking over with a cup of water.

After taking them under the watchful eye of two crows, you lay down on your couch and let out a small breath of relief.

You couldn't remember the last time you felt this tired, the fleeting thought that all that could make you more comfortable at this time was if Sylus was here, too.

You sit up, blinking in disbelief that your thoughts had gone there of all places.

"You alright?" Kieran asks, your head nodding as you immediately lay back down.

You were delusion.

You needed rest.

“Peachy,” you assure. “Are you staying the evening? If so I can move so you can—”

“We won’t be,” Luke says before you can finish. “Our goal was to make sure you got here and there were no threats upon entering. We’ll leave now.” 

You wanted to ask how they had known to show up when even your fellow hunters weren’t aware of how awful you felt. You’d receive your answer an hour later after your shower as you began to drift off in bed, the sight of red eyes at your windowsill feeling almost dreamy as you drifted off easily without the pain to keep you conscious. 

Late into the evening—or early in the morning, depending on who you ask—you find yourself pulled from blissful sleep. 

Your gun feels cool against your sweating palms, your heart roaring in your ears as human instinct begs you to run, shoved down by the hunter instinct which orders you to fight.

You stare down at the intruder, having pulled them down and rolled atop them, gun steadily pointed at their face. Your sight clears as sleep fades from the edges of your vision, a deep chuckle nearly causing a shiver to move up your spine. 

“Brings back memories if I say so myself. Nice to see you too, Sweetie.”

“Sylus?” you ask incredulously, your arms and thighs shaking as you feel his hands tap your wrist. You slowly sit, too confused to process you were now on his lap. Your arms fall as well, resting against his stomach as he plucks the weapon from your hand and places it on the nightstand.

“First Kieran, now me…you’re quite jumpy for a hunter.”

You huff in disbelief, crossing your arms despite your body’s protest. 

“Not my fault none of you can approach a person normally. While I was sleeping? Really?” you ask in frustration, Sylus lifting his hands just as he had earlier when your gun was in his face. Before he can speak, you narrow your eyes at him. “Wait, how do you know I punched him? You weren’t here for that.”

“As if he wouldn’t take the chance to compliment your left hook while also whining about your cruelty,” he says with a raised brow. “And may I correct your assumption about me by informing you that you are the one who wouldn’t let go of my hand after I attempted to check your temperature?”

You pause, scanning his red eyes for any sign of deception and finding nothing at all apart from light amusement. You relax, only then the reminder that your body had been used as a Wanderer’s test dummy catching up to you.

Sylus seems to notice the shift in your demeanor instantly, but to avoid the shame, you attempt to scramble off him to show him you are fine. This results in you nearly face-planting against the carpet in your bedroom, saved when he pulls you into his chest with a small breath of relief. 

A gasp leaves you, Sylus clicking his tongue as large hands move up and down your back in a soothing manner. 

“As clumsy as ever, I see. Mephisto seems to have been telling the truth about your injuries this time around….”

He trails off, any other words he wished to say smothered like a flame as he shifts position slowly.

Your nails dig into his shirt as you try to catch your breath, sweat forming along your brow. Wishing you could have slept through this pain rather than feeling it all, you offer Sylus a glare through your brows, unable to sit up enough to stare at him properly. 

“Don’t give me that look, sweetie. I'm the innocent here.” 

Rather than argue, you dig your chin into his chest, earning a chuckle from deep within it.

You aren’t sure how long it takes for the pain to ease, but you’re half asleep when Sylus dares to speak. 

“...are you truly bothered by my arrival?” 

No, your thoughts automatically answer, lifting your head to stare at him, less murderously this time. 

“No,” you echo aloud, watching as brows lifted in surprise. “You don’t need to look so shocked about it. I’m not heartless.”

A hum as he raises a hand to push some hair out of your face.

“That, you aren’t,” he agrees quietly, playing with a loose strand before tucking it behind your ear, “though for some reason, that only makes me worry more.”

Confused at what he was worried about, you tense when he lifts you, a groan of relief slipping past your lips when he places you back onto your bed. 

“Wait here.”

His tone leaves no room for argument, and when he returns, he has some of the pills Kieran and Luke had offered up the evening before. You take them without complaint, Sylus sitting on the edge of your bed and pressing a hand to your forehead again. 

“Don’t kidnap me this time,” he teases as you smack his hand away with a roll of your eyes. He returns his hand to your forehead despite the action, the urge to lean into it squashed by the reminder he’d never let you hear the end of it. 

You aren’t sure when your eyes close, but when the hand disappears, you murmur out his name softly, earning a “what is it?” in response. 

“I didn’t mind,” you whisper, cut off by a yawn. “I’m glad you came tonight. But don’t think I’ll admit it ever again.”

“You must be sick to have admitted that so easily,” he chuckles, but once it dies down, you feel his hand again, pushing the hair from your face and holding it atop your head this time. “Sleep, sweetie. We both know you need it.” 

And sleep you did, waking in the early afternoon to Mephisto at your bedside. 

“You…” 

The crow didn’t caw at you as usual, instead moving from the table to your shoulder, rubbing against your cheek as you smiled. 

“Feels nice having you so worried about me,” you tease playfully, the crow making a small clicking sound as if knowing not to be too loud for your sake. 

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[yurtb0y]

Ted infodumping:

OKAY. Ted is so horrifically mischaracterized that I don’t even really know where to begin. I’m fresh on my Ted lore because I spent the whole night listening to the audiobook and tweaking out like a nerd 😭

Book Ted is so interesting. Without considering game lore, a lot of people seem to think of him as just a cold, self righteous misogynist. However, the thing is that Ted HATES himself. All of his paranoid delusions stem from insecurity, but the way he frames it in the narrative sounds like he’s ’bragging.’

“They hated me because I was the youngest” and “I was the least affected” both sound like points of insecurity for him. Not that he wanted to be tortured more, but in the sense that he was aware he suffered less, and he was insecure of the fact that it was obvious. Ted watched as Benny was transformed from a handsome, normal guy to a straight up ape, and he seems to use that as a comparison point for the other torture they experience. Like, “Well, I don’t have it as rough as Benny, and my mind is still intact because I would know if it wasn’t!” is essentially what Ted was getting at.

Based on how the canned food incident was mentioned in the game during Benny’s route, it can be assumed that the game takes place shortly after the book (seeing as it’s still only been 109 years), and obviously Ted and Ellen didn’t get to kill everyone.

Ted’s route and section in the game strategy guide highlight the reasons why he is the way he is. He was basically groomed by an older woman when he was 19. He had no education, and was forced to work as a mechanic. Then, this woman shows up and shows him the high life; he doesn’t even realize he’s being used by older women for his body.

Notice in his route, Ted never offers to sleep with the maid or the witch.. they offer it to HIM. And it’s not necessarily even an “offer”, it’s in exchange for something. Ted has always used intimacy as a way to get something, and that explains why he has such a cynical view of Ellen. She services the men to try and keep them sane, but Ted can’t seem to fully understand how it’s a selfless act. He has always attributed sex as a means to barter, and here’s a woman having sex with them for “no reason.” Seeing as he couldn’t make her finish, that furthers in his mind that she’s not getting anything from him, so WHY is she doing it? It doesn’t help that AM altered her to make her crave intimacy more, but Ted can’t escape his own disturbed views of sex, and so he blames Ellen for her service.

Then in the game, the reason I think he’s suddenly switched up so fast was because he saw the opportunity to be the fairytale hero that he always imagined being. In the game strategy guide it mentions how he felt cheated because he already saw Ellen as /his/ partner (or something like that), so now he had an opportunity to play the part of a gallant knight for the damsel in distress.

FUN THING TO NOTE!! In Ellen’s route she’s obviously very self-sufficient and intelligent. She’s strong, too. However, every time Ted narrates something (such as the book or his route) he perceives her as weak and emotional; when she doesn’t seem the type. She’s KIND, compassionate. Ted sees that as a form of feminine weakness. It makes you wonder if you can ever trust anything he said about her in the book, from her crying to her “emotional outbursts”. Ted is 100% an unreliable narrator, but people don’t seem to realize just how unreliable he is.

Another thing worth considering is that Ellen has Ted’s infatuation purely because she is the last woman on Earth. There is no other woman for Ted to run to, and he desperately needs the company/affection. Instead of coming to the terms with the fact that he’d never truly have something genuine, he deludes himself with the IDEA of Ellen (I assume his ideal version of her is the one in his route — pliant and submissive). He doesn’t love her for her, he loves this handcrafted idea that he’s built of her.

I personally think a lot of Ted’s inner hate towards Ellen in the book was also because he was jealous. She gave Benny a lot of attention because he was objectively the one that had the most shit going on (I mean… monkey 😭) and Ted immediately assumed the only reason she must like him is because he’s got a big package. This all ties back to Ted viewing sex as a bartering tactic. She doesn’t give Ted that gentle attention, and he can never make her finish. “Therefore, Ellen must give Benny tons of attention because he’s a good lay!” Is what I think his thought process was.

Now, this might be a crazy take, but I also think Ted projects his potential sexual trauma onto Ellen. He was used by older women throughout his young adult life, and he may not know it, but having sex with them to maintain his finances and social status must’ve been traumatic to some extent. But, he could never realize that, this happened in a time period where people were even more likely to not believe a male victim. Ellen takes him out of turn to thank him for going with them to get the canned goods, and all Ted can seemingly think about is how she MUST be using him. She was just trying to do something nice for him, but Ted is so tangled in his own paranoia and delusion that he can’t fathom why she’d do something nice for him.

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I just woke up but ooooh I love Ted lore so much ugh!!!

y’all get him so well and this was sm fun to read THANK YOU!!!!

[ella-error505]

“Queen Rhaenyra's sons, Jacaerys and Joffrey Velaryon, were eager to join the fight atop their dragons, Vermax and Tyraxes, but she forbade them to go. However, the queen could not deny the advantage that the terrifying Nhero, her fourteen-year-old daughter's mount, presented to her cause. The logic of the princess and her grandfather, Lord Corlys, did not ultimately fall on deaf ears. So, nine days after Staunton's message, Rhaenys Targaryen, the Queen Who Never Was, and her dragon, Meleys, the Red Queen, followed by Princess Maella in the back of The Cannibal, arrived above Rook's Rest to aid Lord Staunton.”

“When Sunfyre and Vhagar also appeared, the dragons fought a thousand feet above the ground. Meleys's jaws closed around Sunfyre's neck, Vhagar fell upon them, and The Cannibal clung to Vhagar's back, scratching fiercely. Some say Princess Maella wanted to reach her uncle Aemond. Inevitably all three dragons crashed. From the ashes, only Vhagar and Nhero rose again. Sunfyre had one wing half torn from his body, whilst his rider, King Aegon II, suffered several broken bones and severe burns. Rhaenys was found completely burned next to Meleys. Princess Maella seemed intact, but not her Nhero, which had been seriously injured in the fight. Prince Aemond and Vhagar rose in pursuit, but Nhero and his rider were faster, fleeing before they could react.”

“On the coasts near Driftmark, the princess got off her dragon and ordered him to go away from the Westerosi coast, an action that is considered to have been guided by the gods, since years later Nhero would prove to be the safeguard of the power of House Targaryen. Nothing like it was ever heard of again in the history of Westeros, for Nhero obeyed and abandoned his rider on the shore to fly to Essos and not be seen for the next few years of the war. Queen Rhaenyra, having received news of her daughter's fall in battle, was too relieved when she appeared on the shores of Dragonstone hidden in a fishing boat to feel sorry for the loss of one of the largest dragons in her cause for the throne.”

“On the last day of the year 131 a.c., a roar like no other shook the foundations of King's Landing, and a giant shadow loomed from the sea. Queen Maella, according to Mushroom's account, ran with such desperation to the main courtyard of the Red Keep that her beautiful shoes flew out of her feet along the way, leaving her maids to catch them in the midst of the chaos. There Nhero, The Cannibal, landed, fully recovered from his wounds, barely larger than when he was last seen, and with one last victorious roar, the beast under his snout like an affectionate puppy for his rider to cling to it. The queen cried uncontrollably as she clung to her long-gone dragon, and the beast sat there.”

“The morning of the first day of the year 132 a.c., Nhero and Queen Maella ascended the sky together in celebration of their reunion, and would never be separated again until the queen's death.”

“Nhero was one of five dragons to survive the Dance of the Dragons — and after his return in 132 a.c., he was the biggest of two that still controlled by the Targaryen's, along with the young Morning, belonging to the queen dear sister, Lady Rhaena Targaryen.”

— Quotes from Archmaester Gyldayn's narrative of the story of Queen Maella I and her dragon, Nhero, The Cannibal, the only adult dragon that survived the Dance of Dragons.

[rougepearl]

Chuuya Nakahara X Reader (NSFW) 🤍

(First time posting on tumblr, using an old fic to figure out how to fully use this app…Also please reboot and like if this is an okay start to this app 😭)

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It's felt like forever since you have last seen your boyfriend. Only being four days and it seemed like an eternity.

You weren’t sure when Chuuya would get back from his mission but you'd at least hope he’d come back with his legs and arms intact.

Usually his missions would take 2 days maximum. Considering his ability, Chuuya would easily take out everyone.

You do recall what had happened the last time you saw him though.

Laying down on the sofa your mind begins to flashback to the memory. It was late at night when he left. You two had just came back from a mindful dinner and went back to his apartment.

There wasnt much you could do but kiss him goodbye and hope for the best outcome. ‘The best outcome’ huh?’

The same words kept repeating over and over in your head. Almost like counting jumping sheep in your sleep, except they wouldnt stop and keep going.

Even if something were to happen to Chuuya, you wouldnt know what you would do. All the money in the world could be yours, but that wouldn’t bring him back…

These horrifying thoughts kept running around in your head, it was too much to control.

That was until you heard a knock on the door.

Immediately jumping off the sofa you walk towards the door in slow careful steps. “Who’s there?” You yelled outloud instead of checking the peephole

“Who do ya’ think?”

Hearing the recognizable voice made your eyes go wide open in joy

“Chuuya!!”

You opened the door seeing his silhouette due to the bright moon starring by the window behind him, but Chuuya didnt come in yet.

While you walked to the kitchen in glee hoping to get him some tea he just stood by the threshold leaning his body over the frame.

“Hey Chuu- Ugh come in.”

Turning around you see him still standing there like a puppet

“Hey Chuu? Everything okay?” You got closer to him seeing his features up close.

Not realizing his dominant presence you tried tugging at his shoulder trying to get him to come in

“You still dont remember?” “Huh? Remember what?”

“Never mind, lets just finish that movie you wanted to watch.” He brushed his shoulder against yours, passing you as he left you standing there with the cup of tea in your hands.

You close the door and headed to the sofa. “What was the movie called again?”

Your boyfriend has asked to which you only responded “ 2 “

“Hey can you go turn the lights off while I make the popcorn?” “Yeah hold on…”

Chuuya used his ability to throw a pillow to the light switch toggling the lights off.

Now the only light source was the dimly lit cityscape outside the big tall windows, or the TV playing the rest of the movie.

As Chuuya searched for the movie on the screen, you could hear how silent it was now. All that could be heard were the popping sounds of the popcorn in the microwave, and maybe the faint sound of cars honking from fifty two floors below.

You were too focused on thinking too much that the sound of the microwave stopping startled you back into reality. Turning your focus to Chuuya who was trying to find the last place you guys had left off.

After placing the popcorn in a bowl you head back over to the couch, sitting right beside Chuuya.

Placing the bowl in the center, just as youre about to grab the folded blanket thats at the other end Chuuya grabs it. “I got it don't worry,” having it fall on top of each other's snuggled bodies.

You try to get comfortable but the gear and equipment your boyfriend has on his waist isnt helping. He notices and takes the guns out of his pocket and places it on the other sofa block beside him.

Getting comfy you two begin to continue watching the movie.

A couple minutes pass and you begin to feel cramped in the current position you were in. “Hold on…” You say as begin to move around. Chuuya only looks at you for a brief moment before pulling the blanket up more.

Stretching your hand out into the air while the other stretches just out, you yawn for quite a moment, until you heard a small yelp from Chuuya’s mouth.

You look over at him with your hands still in place. One hand over his mouth while the other is… trying to move your other hand.

Eyes trailing down to where his other hand was, not realizing what you were doing.

You were accidently brushing up your boyfriends crotch as you were stretching. The silence in the air and the horrid look on your face only made things worse.

Looking up you saw the redness spreading all over your boyfriends face.

It had you thinking, how far could you go with this?

“I’m sorry Chuu…” You lifted yourself up and jumped onto him, hugging him close.

Everything was well until you decided to purposely brush your hips up against him.

Snuggling you face in the crook of his neck and making sure to let out an airy breath, he took notice of it.

He grabbed your shoulders and sure you looked at him. “Dont think I don’t realize what youre doing.”

With his hands still having you by the grasp, he flips you over. Now youre laying down on the long white sofa.

Hands near your shoulders facing Chuuya, he takes advantage and holds the wrists of them. Placing his knee in between your thighs, and bringing his face closer to yours.

But instead of leaning for your lips he leans towards your left ear. “Not being so confident now are we?”

Shaking your head he brings himself back up. “…But its a movie night, so Ill spare you some slack.”

Sitting back up you look over at him who continues to watch the movie while youre still trying to comprehend what just happened. “Chuu… Hey Chuuya.”

“Hm?”

He turns his head over to you.

“…”

“Just this once?”

He sees that look in your eyes. Tilting his face, he only smirks at the remark. Climbing back on top of you he leans his face close again, And leaves a peck on the side of your cheek “Sure thing princess.”

Your lips part ways as he moves his closer to yours. Taking in the soft yet passionate kiss, you could feel his unbearably cold hands slither down your stomach.

He grabs your hips again and presses you close against him.

Wrapping your legs around him his hands move back up and as he still holds the kiss he begins to bring your shirt up, trying to take it off.

You try to help him but his hands only hold yours, “You just relax alright darling?”

He takes your shirt off and then tries to unzip your pants.

As you follow in sync, Chuuya’s breath only gets heavier. He placed his hand in your hair, pulling you closer towards him.

Not even ring bothered that maybe the other sky high buildings across the street could probably see you two messing around.

It was all happening too fast. Chuuya grabbed your thighs and scooted your ody closer to his, while he was kissing and swallowing the loud noises you were already making.

You could feel his throbbing down there, all you had left on was just your bra and your panties. In no time Chuuya instantly pulled down the lace fabric down.

“Tell me when to stop alright princess.” “Mhm..” You could only nod your head in response.

He began to lick the folds, making you squirm underneath. You threw your head back over the pillow your head was resting on, just enjoying the pleasurable sensation that was overcoming you.

Chuuya’s hand were grabbing your thighs spreading them apart. Once he brought his head back up he saw that you were clenching onto any soft part of the sofa, “This wont take a while.” He said as he intertwined one hand with yours whilst the other was still in between your cunt, swirling his finger around in all sorts of directions.

“Chuu~ Ah” Was all that could come out of that nasty mouth of yours. “Say it, go on.”

“Please.”

“Please what?” He continued moving his tongue on your clit while his fingers were brushing up against your entrance “Youre so fucking wet, cmon just say it already.” He cooed at you.

“Please just… do it already…” You lifted your head ‘up’ and your eyes met with the gun that was placed aside on the sofa. Chuuya noticed this and thought maybe you wanted the gun to be inside.

“Oh this old one… If you say so darling.” He leaned his head forward to you again, making your reddened cheeks only burn more. “ But make sure you cum for me.” He whispered softly in your ear.

He clicked on the gun, and placed it near your entrance. As his two fingers, the middle and index were sort of holding the gun in a strange position, he made sure his thumb was still fingering your clit over and over again.

“Chuuya.” “Say what now?” “Ah~”

He loved watching you be a hot mess. It always turned him on, even if it meant he didnt get off. But he would love to see you be high on him.

He placed the tip of the gun closer to your entrance, taunting you with it.

“Ah~ Ah~ Ngh~ Chuuya… AaaA”

Finally after minutes of him sort of circling the gun near your cunt, and him rubbing your clit you finally came.

White and clear fluids were now all over the tip of the gun running down as Chuuya brought the gun up to his face. He licked the liquid that was running down the object “Ya taste good, know that?”

“Oh please.”

You covered your face in embarrassment. This wasnt how this was suppose to go.

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[llamagoddessofficial]

Sorry if this was obvious. But did Skull eat Kevin in Tilikum? If so, that's super dark, I love it

Maybe this will explain things. From Edith's secret logs.

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(Sirenus) Hadocephalopoda Tenebri - Incident Log 9 - audiofile b

“Audiofiles are incredibly tedious to keep and sort. But I can’t risk this being in text format, that’s far too easy to leak. 

So. Kevin... is dead. S3 made short work of him. I can’t say I didn’t expect this to happen, it had been too long since the last attack and Kevin was getting increasingly more arrogant with the sirens. I think he genuinely believed we had tamed them. Ultimately, what happened was his fault, and I really can’t say he’ll be missed all that much.

... This was a very unique kill, though. Worth fully logging. The same initial chain of events occurred, just like all the others- somehow, S3’s sirensong is still getting through its enclosure. What is this thing made of? The glass for S1 and S2 is half the thickness, and we consider that overkill. But it’s undeniable... in the security footage, Kevin is clearly under sirensong influence. He enters the room, then something happens to make him ascend the stairs, open the tank and stand at the very edge until S3 launches its attack. The unique part is that this time around, S3 did not consume any part of the body. In fact, S3 removed the body from the water of its own volition and left it on the edge for us to collect. Everything was intact... even the fingers, which are usually the first to go. My current theory is that this attack was out of malice, not hunger, like the other ones seemed to be. He’s akin to S1 in that respect.

... We still have no idea what to expect, after all this time. That’s what I don’t like about S3. What happened to Kevin was definitely... unfortunate. It’s always a pain to lose a member of management, no matter how low in the chain. But equally, it’s preferable to lose a management member, rather than a member of the hands-on team. It’s much easier to cover the tracks of someone who knew all the risks.

Perhaps it’s for the best that this happened with S3, when it did. Kevin was becoming a liability. His arrogance certainly would’ve led to him being killed by another siren in a much more public manner.

...

Now... onto the interesting part.

I was right. S3 won’t harm her, none of them will. My theory is looking more and more plausible. Even close to his next feeding and a few hours after having attacked another staff member, S3 was careful and playful with her. He knows his own strength, and the fact that he chooses to be gentle shows a higher level of intelligence than we initially suspected. The rest of the board refused to see the utility of her ability to calm/charm them, but now, I’m certain they’ll let me push my ideas through. She swam with S3, for fuck’s sake- why are we having her sitting around with the rest of the afterhours crew? The possibilities are endless.

I have so much to plan. For all S3’s faults, with this one... he did me a massive favour.”

[disneeznuts]

(hercules x reader)

summary: “nothing bad will happen to you.”

masterlist

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This was not how you expected to spend your Thursday morning.

Being wound up in the middle of a field with an apple on your head as a speck of a man in the distance aimed at you.

“He needs to learn how to deal with high risk situations mi mi mi mi mi. Put a fruit on your own head Phil,” you seethed to no one. How could you have possibly said yes to this? You didn’t even like the kid.

Hercules was a big hunk of a himbo that could use a confidence check right about now. The way he agreed so easily to possibly piercing your scull open with an arrow was not exactly flattering to his persona.

“You know I would never let anything bad happen to you,” that’s what he said.

Bunch of bs is what you say. Not making you wobble around trying to balance food on your head while trying to shoot it was not something you considered ‘not bad.’

At any moment he could blast through your skull and off you.

But no that doesn’t matter Herc needs more extensive training, a real challenge.

A real challenge is fighting another evil, blue, half horse, half man, combo thing. But Phil didn’t trust him after last time. Apparently going goo goo eyes over some dame in a purple dress didn’t give you the trust to go at another beast again.

BUT OF COURSE IT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO FLING A SHARP METAL OBJECT RIGHT INTO A DEFENSELESS BEINGS FAC-

A fast swoosh sound flew past you as quick as it came. A light weight was taken off of your head as a thwack came from the tree behind you.

Whipping your neck around you look at the feather tipped arrow, sunken into the bark. The was apple still mostly intact besides the hole that was still filled with the wood of the weapon.

Cheers were heard, muffled in the distance. Though you didn’t pay them much mind.

Your heart never got a chance to pick up as you never saw the object that could have lead to your potential murder come at you. But now looking at how fast and strong the arrowhead hit the apple made you feel lightly faint for the fact your forehead was a mere two inches underneath it when it happened.

Sudden footsteps rushing in your direction, broke you from your shell shock mindset. Arms suddenly pulled your frame into the air. You could never understand how he could do it with such ease… well you guess he is the son of a god after all.

“That was amazing, you were amazing!” Hercules practically gushed, spinning you around before placing you on solid ground once more. A head reached out to place flat on his chest in order for you to keep balance. His own was out of top of yours.

“Yeah, next time make Pegasus do this or something,” a sound of protest came from the animals throat, “ or a sheep I really don’t care. Just never again.”

A care free smile was made out of the boys face as you blinked back your hazed gaze to fully look at him.

“Hey, I promised right? Nothing bad will happen to you,” he stated. Rolling your eyes you pushed off of him.

“Yeah, remind me that when I end up with a hole in my skull.” A hand took your wrist.

“What you don’t trust me or something?” A falter in Hercules expression broke through his playful tone. Pausing for a moment you looked back up at him. Sighing softly you brought a hand down your face.

“Of course I trust you Herc,” visible relief left his body as his shoulders shrugged, “Just when I’m quite literally a walking target it can get a person a little jittery, y’know?” You asked tilting your head.

A hand went to the back of the man neck.

“Yeah, okay maybe it wasn’t the brightest thinking,” he agrees, nodding off, thinking the circumstance through.

“I say it was a very tactical strategy.” Your eyes fell down the the satyr, brows scrunching in question. “The guy obviously cares about you a lot like a lot a lot,” said guys cheeks instantly flushed as you brought up your hand to cover your snort, “so let’s say you or any other helpless-“

“Helpless!?”

“You know what I mean. If any person in trouble theoretically with some evil being that likes to choke people is caught in the pickle then the kid can- BOOM. Snipe em from a mile away.”

Phil stood with his hand on his hips, looking rather pleased with himself.

“Mhm, put what if he missed?”

“When’s the last time he missed a shot? When you were a distraction, which is pretty much always. I thought might as well initiate you in the training in order to make him actually do something-“

Rolling your eyes you turned your gaze to Hercules. His ears and cheeks were flushed, the hand on his neck remained, and he darted around his line of sight to anywhere but you. Smiling teasingly you nudged his hip with yours as you passed.

You and Herc could kiss later, right now you were craving an orange.

“Phil-“

“Oh shut it. You act like your not the most obvious person when it comes to being interested in someone. Just kiss her already if that’ll make the lovey dovey eyes stop,” Phil shook himself like the thought of the features made him physically ill.

Rolling your eyes again you casted your gaze away from the short man. The sight of Hercules’ bright red ears in cheeks came into your view. He fidgeted with his clothes while not looking at you. Smiling teasingly you bumped his hip with yours while passing.

You and Herc could kiss later, right now you’d kill for an orange.

[ohthethingswedoforlove]

yan!Glados may have trapped her "subject", but theres still a problem of them aging or having health issues. Glados did talk about backed up brain scans, reanimating the dead as a "hobby" or laminating and posing your skeleton. which one would it be? finding a way to keep you alive somehow and continuing the obsession, letting you die and looking back at a corpse fondly or perhaps making a robot and making use of those backed up brain scans?

Warnings: yandere character; death;

 Oh, I feel like she would have a long internal debate over this, for sure. Well, not that she shies away from discussing your long coming demise directly with you, but she does spend a lot more time thinking about it than you'll ever know. And way more time than she'll ever like to admit.

  She's perfectly aware you won't last forever, after all. There would be no point in ignoring said fact (though she sometimes does allow herself to indulge in the act of ignoring the inevitable). She has thought about simply letting you die. Let time run its course. You still have quite a few years left... 

  But then again, what is 50 more years, give or take a few, compared to the nearly seemingly endless eternity she'll continue to exist for? 

  As long as this facility stays intact enough and there's no more reckless idiots like you running around trying to deactivate or destroy her, it's not like GLaDOS has an ending in near sight. And she doesn't like the idea of you not existing for the rest of that eternity. Funny, how there used to be a time she would have laughed at the thought of your death.

  The comment about her possible new "hobby" certainly has sounded more like a throwaway morbid joke before than it does nowadays, but where before she couldn't care less about what mangled result of "science" you might be left in, she now finds herself preferring to keep you intact. Or, at least, as intact as possible. But as for those brain scans...

  GLaDOS will never tell you exactly what she plans to do, not even as you finally start to reach your end days. She won't even tell herself, not really, refusing to let herself fully come to terms as why she's doing this. She'll ask you, in a tone bordering on amused, if you truly thought she would let you die peacefully.

  Of all creatures that exist in this world, living or otherwise, she should know how truly terrible it is to leave a fully human consciousness to exist trapped in an unnatural mechanical extension of their mortality. But then again, since when did GLaDOS ever humoured the thought following what humans consider to be "moral"?

  And besides, she'll keep the corpse. Probably preserve it too, if she can. Maybe she'll even show you your old, impractical, ephemeral shell once you come to in your new body.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Oral fixation and/or Size difference???

Taking a mate that is not a spiderfolk is considered one of the worst taboos to his kind, but it is one that does wonderful things for his longevity of life and otherwise ensuring that his genitals stay intact for the rest of that long life. Besides, most other folk in the area that he calls home find the taboo of cannibalism to be more egregious, so they turn a blind eye to the fact that he has stolen away the pure-blood pedigree tom with fur so white that it blends in with the silk of his nest and eyes bluer than a cloudless summer sky. His perfect, forbidden mate. 

His little, perfect, forbidden mate, who needs to be touched all over his body every morning so that he can move around in their nest without getting stuck to the webbing. 

"Tomura," Dabi whines, his name half mangled on a yawn and bowing his back as he stretches against the sheets. He dips his head low so that he can press a kiss to the back of his neck. So pretty and thin. He can take it in one hand and nearly have his fingers meet around it. Fine bones under his skin, mottled with the strange purplish marks that the doctors can't explain, but that haven't seemed to hurt him. They've only made him more unique and beautiful with those lovely patterns swirling over his skin. He loves running a finger along the length of his spine, feeling each little bump of it. He loves how his hands can wrap around his waist, loves that he can catch both of Dabi's wrists in one hand, and still have one free to run up the inside of his thighs. He adores how beautifully small his kitten is compared to him. 

"It's time to get up, precious." He murmurs. "I need to recoat your skin." 

"Mmhmm, I'm sure that's all you want." Dabi presses his face tighter into the pillow, hugging it close like that alone will let him return to the embrace of dreams, but his tail shifts for him anyway, lifting up along his back and tilting to the side so that he is more fully exposed for him. Tomura chitters lowly with his approval as he moves two hands to his thighs so he can spread his legs wide and see his lover's cute pink hole. He takes his primary left hand and rubs three fingers against his palm, stimulating the oil gland in his skin until the fluid is pooling there and his fingers are dripping wet. He always marvels at how small his hole is when he starts to open him up. So little, but he can take his fingers, can take both of his cocks when he finally puts them inside. "Not sure how I would get your webs stuck to my asshole, Tomu." 

"I'm just being thorough, precious." He teases right back, his sheath already starting to ache as blood moves south as he is able to easily slip his first finger inside of the other's body. His kitten lets out a little mewl and then starts to purr as he strokes along his soft, warm insides. Dabi is even warmer from sleep, his body pliant and ready for this part of their morning routine, and he opens so eagerly for his fingers. "You're doing such a good job, kitten. You always take me so well." He has three inside him now, his cock pressing out from his sheath just from seeing how he's stretched and hearing the way that Dabi moans. "Someday I'm going to find out how much you can have before it's too much. Maybe I'll keep my fingers inside as I fill you up with my cocks." 

Dabi is already panting, trembling hard enough that Tomura can feel it spilling out across the webs all throughout their den, but he still manages to take a breath and say, "Yeah? What are you waiting for? Thought I was the only pussy here." 

Tomura clicks, ignoring the attitude for the time being in favor of delighting at how his mate has given him permission to take what he wants from his body. He's so delicate compared to him, his skin covered in patches of his chitinous shell, his body bigger, his teeth sharper and capable of burning him with his digestive enzymes. But Dabi doesn't care. Dabi always wants to prove that he isn't small just because he's little compared to him. And he trusts Tomura not to hurt him even though to the rest of the world he looks like a monster. Tomura presses another kiss to the back of his neck and uses a hand to slick more of his oil along his lengths. "Alright, kitten. Let's see how much your cute little hole can take." 

[magixfairyix]

Trix & OC Core Incorrect Quotes 01

After S.S.S. (as in far after) Iorda is consensually kidnapped into the coven as they'd (and the Winx) been friends for four years at this point, and Iorda had gone fully from fairy to a witch a year prior.

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Darcy: It was in the third year when you and Icy were fighting, cue crow's dust, and she said 'Now, what am I going to do with you.' Right? >:)

Icy: hOw CaN YoU qUotE tHat?

Darcy: I have a book of your homosexual quotes with Bloom. I had a guess you'd bang/makeout with each other at some point and I decided to keep a book so when you two did relieve the sexual tension I could chuck it at you

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Iorda: Hey um... I might've fucked up

Icy: What did you do? Is everyone alive?

Stormy: Technically we both fucked up so...

Darcy: 'Fucked up' by whose standards?

Iorda: 'Fucked up' as in you three will likely approve

Darcy: Alright spill the tea

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Icy: It was his fault. He should've been grateful it was Iorda because we all know if Darcy and I was there he wouldn't have been able to walk out of there with his limbs intact

Iorda: Yeah that's what we call illegal Icy

Darcy: BSH fucking with someone's pain reflex is illegal

Iorda: OH FUCK OH SHIT PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING

Icy: They are don't worry. Darcy stop scaring the child

Iorda: Darcy, fuck you. I thought I just did something illegal

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Iorda: Since Darcy and I are immune to poison does that mean we can't get intoxicated to death, stung to death by poisonous animals, or get poisoned from drinking human blood?

Icy: Iorda, the hell

Darcy: Eh I don't think human blood is poisonous it just fucks with your body. Also the first it's not necessarily poison. The second though...

Stormy: One, why did you assume we would know?

Iorda: Eh ya'll tried to kill me via poison I thought you'd know

Stormy: Nuff said. Secondly, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Iorda: A lot of shit

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Iorda: Yeah turns out it wasn't a daemon, it was Death

Stormy: ... excuse

Iorda: Don't worry I'm alive. Wait... does this add a ninth time considering I 'interacted with death?'

Stormy: ... yeah no shit you're alive. You're talking to us

Iorda: For all you know I could be possessed sthu

Icy: Darcy! You're girlfriend is going fucking insane and please tell me you didn't know that DEATH is real!

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Icy: ... You scare me

Stormy: Oh yay mom is back

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Darcy: ICY WE JUST FOUND SOMETHING OUT!

Iorda: Acually get your ass on here this is revolutionary!

Darcy: ICYYYYYYY

Icy: What is revolutionary and what did you two do?

Iorda: Your ice doesn't melt in blood! ^^

Icy: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TWO DO?!

Darcy: Remember when Iorda got stabbed and got a free chiropractic appointment?

Iorda: ... shit my back issues actually disappeared for two years after that so not far off from the truth

Darcy: ... not even gonna question that, but anyway

Stormy: Wait wait wait, what happened after the stabbing?

Icy: Darcy what did you do? (five years too late)

Iorda: You didn't tell them? DARCY THE HELL

Darcy: Damn. Well after that happened a bad migraine hit from the emotion feeling thing so I forgot, so, yeah I didn't tell them. Oops

Iorda: You didn't tell them you broke every bone in my body? Priorities

Stormy: WAIT WHAT DID YOU DO

Icy: YOU DID THAT AND YET SHE DIDN'T DIE!? (Respectfully)

Darcy: I thought she would

Iorda: Cackling rn holy shit

Stormy: And you did that when you could feel her emotions?! Darcy?!

Darcy That's why I got a hell of a migraine and nausea after. Felt like shit

Iorda: yOu felt like shit?? I was dYinG 

Darcy: Fair, you win

Icy: ... I told you to like, kill her mind or something not bReAk hEr bOnEs

Darcy: Yeah I know I'm a perfectionist ;)

Stormy: Musa is laughing her ass off at this conversation

Iorda: Tell them that they are a traitor

Stormy: Done, they flipped you off. And by the way, I just remembered that were used to compare you to a cockroach because of your inability to die

Icy: Perfectionist my ass. You didn't even finish the job. This is why I'm the coven leader because you all are insane

Iorda: It's not their fault I'm a badass cockroach

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Icy: That's also not likely. That'd only happen if Iorda didn't get her blood and magic energy cleansed 

Iorda: .. do what?

Icy: Get your blood and energy cleansed. You know, to get all the curses and whatnot out of your body so you can use your magic properly. Otherwise, you could have difficulty using certain parts of your magic, sleeping, also a sense of paranoia and unease

Darcy: Iorda please tell me you're just you and that you did get your blood and energy cleansed for the love of-

Iorda: And where do you find this information? Just asking~ 

Stormy: They teach us this second year of Cloud Tower, common knowledge. Though it's not taught to faries because it's not relevant and... You didn't go to CT second year, did you?

Icy: Iorda answer

Iorda: ... so tHaTs why I'm shit at psychic magic

Darcy: GET YOUR ASS TO ZENOTHE RIGHT THIS SECOND

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Stormy: So we can't speak because otherwise the Ariste will hear us. Only communication is through this chat while we search for potion ingredients

Iorda: The what now?

Stormy: Creatures that'll eat our skin if we make noise

Iorda: TF DID YOU BRING ME FOR

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Iorda: FUCK YOU STORMY AND YOUR DAMN HEELS IF I DIE IT'S NINE FOR NINE AND I DON'T HAVE ANYMORE FUCKING LIVES LEFT!

Stormy: JUST RUN!

Iorda: I'M GONNA GET MY SKIN EATEN FUUUUKKKKKK. FUCK YOU I CAN SEE WHY ICY IS THE IMPULSE CONTROL OF YOU THREE!

Stormy: RUN BITCH WE'RE ALMOST AT ALFEA

Iorda: WHY WOULD YOU CHOSE TO WEAR HEELS IN A SWAMP YOU'RE WORSE THAN STELLA!

Stormy: SO I COULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ANYTHING THAT TRIES TO KILL US!

Iorda: THEN BY ALL MEANS BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE ARISTE

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[screen-universe-official-thingie]

Fictionals' True Form anatomy sheet

Tw: Body horror galore

This has already been done a while back, but I somehow didn't get around to posting it.

I've been considering fixing some things, but eh, I'm now lazy, so here's some artist notes instead as well as some close ups

↓↓Close ups and notes under the cut↓↓

Notes: Yes, I didn't know that the female symbol only has one horizontal line and you'll be seeing this reoccurring mistake all over the sheet. Here, you'll see a familiar art work (assuming you've seen it, if not, here it is) of my adoptive mind children SpongeBob and Lusamine peeling themselves. Everyone looks practically the same regardless of their vessels' assigned sex. What only sets them apart is their "hair" styles or other aspects reflecting their vessels.

Yep, these actor mofos are eldritch entities made entirely out of glowing white nerves and a kind of cancer or at least is based off of a kind of tumor called the teratoma. The typical rl teratoma aren't usually cancerous, but they can be at times. Let's say that these mfs are the cancerous types, I like to jokingly call them magical cancer nerve people who wear meat suits of the characters for our entertainment.

Yes, their true forms are a fuel for their magic/powers and allow them to live for a very long time as long as their game and animated series keep pumping out content and not meet the specific conditions for permanent death

When all or most of their true form is outside their vessel, the only organs that stay intact are the epidermal system and eyeballs. The eyes roll back and hide away the iris and pupils upon the peeling. Other internal organs get disintegrated

Here, we'll use Skinwalkermine's and SkinwalkerBob's skin removal art as reference.

(Yes, I did SpongeBob's stand alone True Form drawing too, he's the first Fictional to have his TF drawn and imagined when the concept was first introduced. It's just that I didn't post it because it's the second or third digital drawing I've drawn and I wasn't very good at it back then)

Do note that removing the meat suit and being outside of it is painful as shit. It's best to stay inside and play the part.

(Ngl, this looks very... Uhhhh... Unfortunate and horrible out of context, please help)

Her eye rolls back and shows some nerve, just as seen in the sheet

TW: Eyes everywhere (They represent the audience)

As you can see here, both of their exterior flesh suits stay intact and just go limp from the lack of support.

This is where the teratoma inspo comes in. When inside their vessels, they create other internal organs to make their vessels fully functional. Then they go organ mode and latch on to the brain stem and somewhere where the limbic system is located. This allows them to show their emotions in extraordinary ways.

Fictionals are very expressive creatures, they use their magic to enhance their expressions as a reflex. This makes it easier to convey their emotions and feelings on the screen. It also gives them a difficult time to lie to both their creators and their fellow actors.

(I want to make sense of why and how animated characters make wacky and exaggerated expressions or how game characters have emote signs above their heads. This is the world building explanation for it)

Nipple privileges removed. Point and laugh.

Note: This is the error I was talking about. The thinner, leaner waist is supposed to represent the male vessel, but my dumbass put "F" for female instead. There's also a typo, whoops.

But yes, both sexes get Barbie dolled. Mainly because of censorship laws and genitals aren't needed to begin with. Fictionals live long lives and the creators would just make more of their kind anyway. It also prevents them from reproducing unneeded extra babies and interfering series production should things like pregnancy, relationship complications, and child birth occur.

This resulted to a majorly aroace normative society and Fictionals see things like sex and marriage as foreign, non existent concepts. An act of fiction and another scene demanded by the director if you will. Though, marriage and romance are possible between Fictionals, but they're very rare and are seen as unnecessary and strange.

Both sexes sharing certain places such as the locker rooms and bathrooms have been normalised. There's nothing else to see between their legs.

The only bottom hole Fictionals have is the cloaca. Yes, they have chicken assholes and that's the only out for bodily waste like feces and urine.

"But Sea, how would they make NSFW content?"

Good question...

They have undergarments taking the resemblance of the nipples and genitals should they act out things like hentai. Think of them as stage props, it's like that. They look and act just like the real deal, but they're not functional. They're there for the looks only.

Fictionals' true forms' heads or faces don't have noses, ears, and mouths. All they have are their own eyes and so called "hair". Their hair is not actually made of hair, they're just nerves, tumors, and muscles clumped up together to look like hair.

I'm considering replacing their feet with roots, I think it makes a lot more sense. Their feet aren't functional to begin with. They move around on their long hands should they tear off their vessels. It also adds a certain cryptic vibe when they're on their hands instead of being bipedal. While they can kneel on their legs, they'd struggle having their hands off the ground for a long time.

Bonus stuff in here

[profedger]

I need to know more abt the apocalypse au now🔪 if you dont mind u.u

To sum up the entirety of the story:

As we know, Kusuke could care less about humans on this earth. Being an intelligent man, he was also known as a mad scientist. He created some type of drug that made another into a zombie. It ended up spreading. Another game of his made for Kusuo, gone too far..! Kusuke does regret it.

One of the goals the group has is to attempt to find a cure, more specifically for Saiki and any other who has turned into a zombie in their circle. (Not revealing the others yet hehe)

I’m still writing lore with a friend, but I will give you some of my character ideas. will only be speaking on the characters I’ve revealed so far!

Saiki: A zombie, I thought it would fit considering he feels as if him himself is “inhuman”

I couldn’t imagine him being jumped by zombies and being infected, so I came up with an alternative. Instead, I made it so Kusuke forcibly injected the drug into Saiki. Will expand on this.

Saiki has some attributes of a zombie, being a psychic he wasn’t fully affected by it. For instance, we know zombies are emotionless. Some days he alternates between feeling and not feeling. Harder to suppress each time. He is of course decaying alike to a zombie, he himself keeping his body intact.

Teruhashi: She’s one of the fighters of the team, I prefer badass Teruhashi so, you know. Thought that would be cool.

Now for her, did you notice she’s missing an eye? That has a meaning. Makoto was led into a hoard of zombies, causing him to be infected. He and Teruhashi came across each other, Makoto, of course being unable to recognize Teruhashi herself and immediately launching at her, that was the cause of her missing eye. She was forced to kill her own brother by her own hands. As much as she hated him, she still cared.

Teruhashi is still herself although she did get moodier, also an indestructible shield while fighting. badass teru for the WIN!🙏💯💯

[vonehrenfest]

Big and Little Danny

So I like really like Krossan’s big buff Dan art & ascribe to the headcanon that post-puberty Danny would be really tall and strong (like his dad) BUT at the same time I’m quite personally attached to the image of Danny being this short scrungly guy even as a full grown adult (I like to project, sue me)..

SO I’m incorporating my earlier idea (that Danny doesn’t age bc he reverts to 14 every time he goes ghost) with the addendum that Dark Danny does get to age normally, because he’s really just overshadowing the clone body Vlad gave him. It doesn’t have a soul of its own, but like with any other case of overshadowing its biological processes continue to function even while being manipulated.

This way I get to have both a big and small Danny in the same timeline and another layer of complexity is added to Danny’s life. Considering that Dark Danny has more than a decade's worth of life experiences over Danny prime it only makes sense that he look older too. (+ Danny prime got to keep his friends, family, and sanity intact so it's only fair that Dark Danny gets to become the buff one! lol)

This headcanon also raises the possibility that for Dark Danny to fully Go Ghost, he would have to leave his clone body behind- like doing an astral projection- making for another fun point of differentiation between Danny, Dark Danny, and Dani!