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deathworlders-of-e24 · 22 days ago

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Liz, Biotechnician

Part 4

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“I still can’t get this stupid arm to work right,” Liz groaned. She’d managed to get to the lab on time today, and she’d been able to get dressed herself, but only barely. Her lab coat and uniform were both disheveled, the new bionic hand unable to get every button resulting in half of them being left undone. She’d ended up having to tie her shoe laces in knots to keep them on her feet because her fingers couldn’t bend the way she wanted or grip the thin laces. The only reason Liz was wearing the lab coat these days was to hide the cross section where her arm ended and the cybernetics began. Looking at it was… upsetting, to say the least.

“It’s only been a few cycles, Human Liz,” Coco said. “It’s my understanding that losing limbs is fatal to most other species of non-botanicals. Having the ability to complain right now is a gift.”

“It’s been over a week,” Liz said. “And I know, everyone keeps reminding me I’m lucky to be alive, you, the captain, Jane, I know how lucky I am, but this,” she waved the hunk of metal she called a hand, “is starting to piss me off.”

“You are upset,” Coco said. They were standing beside the center lab table. Liz couldn’t even see the claw marks the predator creature had left on their trunk anymore. “This is to be expected.”

Coco walked over to their wall computer, avoiding the small automated cleaner Liz had made to tidy up the dirt they tracked everywhere.

“Remind me again, this device you have made to remove the dirt, why have you attached a weapon to it?” Coco asked.

“Thought it’d be funny,” Liz said, “which it was.”

“And you have designated it…?”

“Stabby, ‘cause of the steak knife.”

“Why?”

“Old Earth legend. Makes us humans laugh,” Liz said, smiling as she leaned her chin on her good arm.

“You will have to explain that story to me again some time.” Coco clicked a button on their screen and a wall panel slid up between them, revealing the clutch of 5 eggs they’d taken from MX13 sitting in their tank. They were about the size of baseballs, or stone fruits. Liz had stuck a strip of electrical tape on the front and written ‘arm eating bastard eggs’.

“You know I’m half tempted to eat them,” Liz said.

“Please do not engage in predator behavior around me,” Coco asked. “It still makes me nervous sometimes watching you try to swat at insects.”

“Really? Why?” Liz chuckled.

“I know you are more evolved than a simple animal, but when I observe you stalk and hunt down the… mosquitoes? It reminds me of the predators we have on Spryga. It is unsettling.”

Liz stopped and thought for a moment. She hadn’t considered that before. It was probably a normal complaint among former prey species working alongside humans. Whoops.

“Well, sorry. Humans are weird like that, but I’ll try to be more conscious about it,” Liz said.

“Thank you. I do not mean to… step on your hands, but I appreciate it.”

“Step on your toes, hon.”

“Right.”

Liz pulled the tank out of the wall while Coco set the lab up, turning on heat lamps and setting the environmental controls in the room to MX13 standard, except for the air. Upon further analysis of the predator creature from the moon, it didn’t need the methane in the air to breathe. From what was left of its ‘lungs’, they breathed more like frogs, through their skin, stripping oxygen from out of the water they swam in. Apparently they were more reptilian than Liz had expected. There were underground rivers and lakes all across the subsurface of the moon, hunting grounds for the creatures. Liz guessed they came above ground to lay their eggs, away from the competition.

Furry reptiles, Liz thought. Why the hair though? It doesn’t make sense. Maybe to keep warm? The underground water has to be freezing.

“What do you think the GAIL will want to do with them after… if they hatch?” Liz asked.

“Standard procedure would be to return them to their natural habitat after a nano scrub to remove any and all unnatural scent from their bodies, so they can be reaccepted back into their species later,” Coco explained. “But hatchlings would be another question entirely. Perhaps they would be sent to an outpost for further study, or released into a controlled habitat somewhere.”

“What, like a zoo?” Liz asked. “You have zoos in the GAIL?”

“Possibly, I’m not sure what this zoo is.”

“We had them on Earth a long ways back. It was pitched as a way to study animals up close, but it was really just cheap entertainment for the masses. Eventually it kinda grew into a way to help endangered species, but it was still pretty on the line.”

“Then no, we don’t have zoos. What I’m speaking of are rehabilitated planets or moons with an ecosystem created to cater to the needs of the species we simply can’t put back where they are from.”

“That still kinda sounds like a zoo, but I guess if nobody is throwing peanuts at the elephants it’s still an improvement.”

The lab was set up for observation, the eggs were supposedly viable, so while they waited to see what would happen, the two got back to their other work. Reasonably they could’ve just left the eggs in the temperature controlled wall slot, but Liz had said that’d be boring, considering it was ‘the most she’d ever paid for less than a full carton of eggs.’

Coco stepped into their pot and watched the eggs, Liz in her desk chair tinkering with her new arm. She was sure if she could just get the pathways right, she’d be able to get the thing working properly. The cable running from her arm to her computer was annoyingly equated to a leash in her mind.

If I could just open a can of soda by myself, that’d be a huge win.

As they sat there doing important scientific work, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Coco said, unmoving in their corner. The door opened and, oddly enough, another human walked in. He stood just inside the doorway looking around sheepishly. Liz glanced at him and was surprised to see a maintenance droid sitting on his shoulder.

“Hey, I’m sorry to bother you guys, uhh, I’m Thomas, from engineering,” said the man.

“Well, hi, I guess,” Liz said, a little confused. “What are you doing all the way up here Thomas? We didn’t make any maintenance requests.”

“No, you didn’t, but I think you need one anyway,” Thomas said. “See, I was just in the med bay for the last couple cycles, and I overheard the nurses talking about the human who needed a cybernetic arm. I’m assuming that was you and not one of the other two, right?”

“What gave it away?” Liz said dryly, waving her metal hand. “And what are you doing, asking about me anyway? You want to see the robot arm or something, get an upgrade for your little buddy there?”

“Oh, no no no, I’m sorry, I just figured you’d need the fix for it,” Thomas said. He walked further into the room, albeit cautiously. “I asked about the model arm they gave you, the MK6, and there’s a small chance the one you have has a problem.”

“… huh?” Liz said, actually confused now.

“Yeah, the MK6 is a great design, but the company putting out the arms had a faulty inspection system, a couple hundred came off the line with a bug in the wiring.”

“I’ve ran a dozen tests on this thing, I would’ve found any code defect.”

“No, I mean, an actual insect, little crawly thing, in the arm. The factory where they were made had a pest problem so they were fumigating for a while. The whole plant is totally automated, so they didn’t stop production while they did it. Bugs went everywhere trying to escape, and some went into the product to avoid the pesticides. Prosthetics got sealed up, and so did the bugs. It’s probably gunked up the wiring in your arm, that’s why you can’t… you know,” Thomas explained, gesturing to her uniform.

“There… there’s a bug in my fucking arm?” Liz said, disgusted.

“I’m just saying there might be,” Thomas said, hands up like he was going to defend himself.

“Beep.”

“Yeah, I know buddy, but we gotta get permission first.”

“Did the small drone speak?” Coco asked.

“Oh my god you’re a Sprygan!” Thomas said, surprised. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were just a houseplant.”

“It’s no problem, I am not offended,” Coco said.

“Uhh, yeah, his name is Roomba, he asked why we don’t just fix the arm and go. We’re still learning patience and manners, apparently.”

“Beep.”

“Apology accepted. Thank you Roomba.”

“Can somebody just check my arm for bugs now please, before I throw up?” Liz half squealed, panicking. She could charge a hostile alien creature no problem, but the thought of insects touching her was enough to make her stomach churn.

“Yup, right, okay, gimme a sec,” Thomas said, coming into the room fully now. “Roll your sleeve up, I gotta remove the casing for this.”

Liz rolled the sleeve of her lab coat up past her elbow, grimacing as she caught sight of the connection plate set into the bone. The skin around it was still red and scarring.

Thomas pulled a small set of tools out of his back pocket and got to work. With a thin pick, he popped the forearm plate up, exposing the circuits running the length of the device, what Liz had in place of muscle tissue now. He took a small pair of needle nose pliers and started poking around, gently moving aside some wires here, around a bolt there. Liz turned her head away. As fascinating as the mechanism was, the idea of seeing an insect inside her body was going to make her sick.

“Okay, talk, bot boy, how come you knew about the defects?” Liz demanded. “I need stimuli to keep from thinking about this revolting situation, so talk.”

“I, uhh, wrote a paper at the academy, about how designers only see solutions to what they think could be the problem,” Thomas said, moving up her forearm. “A lot of people don’t realize they’re smarter than they give themselves credit for, especially actually smart people. Knowing what could go wrong, they start to doubt themselves, and when things do break, they wrack their brains over all the little things they think they did wrong. So I wrote a paper about all the other things that could go bad… like this little guy right here.”

Thomas clamped onto something and slowly fished it out of the device. Liz turned her head even further away, but it didn’t matter. Coco, ever present, and blunt as always, described it to her.

“It appears quite dead. Human Liz, you seem to have had a beetle of some kind in your prosthetic limb,” they said.

“Hon, I love you, but please don’t tell me the details,” Liz said, covering her mouth with her good hand.

“The lady who designed the MK6 is a certified genius, so I used her factory in my thesis paper. After they started getting complaints about some of their prosthetics, they ran every test they could think of, even rewrote the software a few times. It wasn’t until a no name engineer opened one up that they found the problem. Wasn’t anyone’s fault, it’s just a difference between working software and working hardware.”

“And you wrote an engineering thesis paper on that?” Liz asked, dry heaving ever so slightly.

“No, I wrote my psychology paper on that. I wrote my engineering paper on a new WARP drive design I made up.” Thomas threw the dead insect in the trash. “Bigger brains just see bigger problems. Takes a… well, not dumber person, just maybe a different kind of person to see the small problems.”

“Clearly. Anyone with two degrees isn’t what I’d call dumb either,” Liz said, turning her head back.

Thomas used a little brush to clean up the arm a little, squeezing a small tube of sanitizing gel into the empty space between wires.

“Roomba, sterilize this for me, would you?”

The little drone carefully climbed down from his shoulder and dropped onto the table. It held its little hand up as one of its finger tips ignited, making a small controlled torch. Liz held her arm out, looking concerned. The little droid ran its finger over the affected area and after a moment, the little flame went out.

“Beep.”

“Good job buddy. He said it’s totally clean now, 100% sterilized,” Thomas said.

“Oh thank god,” Liz breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks little guy, I owe you one.”

“Beep.”

“He said you’re welcome,” Thomas translated, handing the small droid a data pad. The pad wirred and trilled, and Liz realized the droid was playing a video game.

Odd little fella, huh, she thought.

“You should be able to get the arm working by the end of the day now. It’s had plenty of time to adjust to your neural pathways, it just couldn’t execute any functions till the block was removed. It’ll work just like your old one now,” Thomas said, putting the little tool kit back in his pocket.

“Guess I should say thanks for that,” Liz said, rolling her sleeve back down. “So… thanks. I owe you one too. Any of you guys down in maintenance need a hand, I’ve got a shiny new one to offer.”

“Human Thomas,” Coco chimed in, “thank you for fixing my friend. Your service has been greatly appreciated.”

“You’re very welcome,” Thomas smiled at them, “both of you. I better get back down to the maintenance deck though, we’re still repairing the core room from that flare the other cycle.” Thomas turned to leave, and was almost at the door when Liz called after him.

“Hey, hardware!”

He stopped in the doorway.

“Weird thing to call me, but I can dig it. Yeah?”

“How many degrees do you have?” Liz asked.

“Four, why?” He said.

“Know anything about eggs?”

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Thomas left after a while, saying he’d be back to help build a better inclosure for the hatchlings. Apparently he’d kept bearded dragons as pets when he was a kid, so he knew at least a little about ‘lizards’.

Liz opened a desk drawer and dug out a stress ball, something Doctor Shaw had given her for rehab, and tried to squeeze it. Amazingly, her metal fingers actually curled and the ball morphed out of shape.

“Finally!” She said. “Coco, look! I can squeeze the ball!”

“That is wonderful, Human Liz,” Coco said, the lit photo bar in their branches feeding them synthetic star light. “The human capacity to overcome body altering trauma is fascinating. In my research of non-botanical life, this is very clearly an exception. Other lifeforms would simply perish from such catastrophic damage.”

“Wait until you hear our bones grow back stronger after they break,” Liz said, laughing.

“They do what?” Coco asked, a note of alarm making its way into their voice synthesizer. Liz cackled, throwing her head back and everything. She felt better than she’d had in days, like whatever funk she’d been in was starting to disappear. She suggested they discuss human bone structure while they go get something to eat, saying Coco could gorge themselves on chocolate while she got a sandwich or something.

The mess hall was lively, and various species meant various different cultures and cuisine, so it always smelt different every few minutes or so. They sat and discussed cellular structures, bone density, and the like, how calcium deposits support bone regeneration for a while, making the broken area stronger than ever, for a time at least. Coco was simultaneously fascinated and terrified. They had no idea non-botanical lifeforms were so resilient in the Terran System.

After some time, and a second sandwich, they made their way back to the lab. They’d just stepped off the lift and were a few feet from the door when Liz heard it.

…scchhtt scchtt sschht…

Something was scratching at the door, low to the floor. Something small.

“Coco wait a minute,” Liz said softly, holding out her good arm in front of the Sprygan.

The door opened… and there was a baby arm eating bastard sitting there, looking up at her. The thing looked almost like a big kitten, except for the gator snout and reptilian limbs. Its body was covered in patchy fur, almost like a baby seal. It looked up at the two of them and chirped like a cat before waddling over, sat on Liz’s foot, and began gnawing on her laces.

“Holy shit,” Liz said. “It’s so ugly I love it.”

“I will go call Human Thomas,” Coco said, “we will need the new enclosure now.”

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By the time Thomas arrived, the scientists had found two more Armeaters. “Yeah, one word, that’s what I’m calling them,” Liz had said when asked. One had been crawling around in Coco’s plant pot, and the other was sniffling around under the desks. As for the other two eggs, it seemed the three had…

“You mean they ate the other eggs?” Thomas asked, mildly horrified.

“Yeah, we checked the recordings. They sat looking at the eggs for a bit before they, uhh, kinda just crushed the eggs and ate them scrambled,” Liz explained. She was sitting in her desk chair, covered in Armeaters. Coco didn’t put out any body heat, so the little buggers had decided Liz’s lab coat and uniform were the optimal place to get warmth. It was actually pretty cute, in a weird sort of way, as they were all three purring in a guttural manner.

Thomas rigged the big tank the eggs had been in with a little 3D printed ‘rock’ cave, with some spare dirt the Sprygans had on board. The engineer worked hard to make the enclosure as close to the environment on MX13 as possible. By the time he was finished, they even had a little ‘pool’ made out of a file tub they weren’t using.

The problems started when the humans tried to put the creatures in the tank. They didn’t go for it. The moment Liz tried to set them down, they started whining, making this pew sound, much like baby alligators.

“I do not understand,” Coco said. “Why are they doing this? There is food and water in the enclosure, as well as a heating rock to keep them at the optimal temperature.”

“They probably imprinted on Liz when you walked in,” Thomas said. “Lots of creatures think the first thing they see after they’re born is their parent.”

“That sounds… confusing,” Coco said. “On Spryga, we either sprout from the ground near our progenitor, or we are sometimes an offshoot of them when branches or limbs break off and take root on their own.”

“This is just great,” Liz said sarcastically. “Gonna have to get a blow up bed or something, sleep in the lab now. We’re having a slumber party Coco, sorry, but apparently the kids need me.”

“Beep.”

“Because they’re newborns Roomba, they don’t know any better- OW SHIT!”

Thomas looked around, then started laughing uncontrollably. The auto-cleaning device had started its rounds, cleaning up eggshell and dirt. It had nicked his ankle with its knife.

“THERES A ROOMBA WITH A KNIFE!” He howled. “This is amazing! Why didn’t I think of that?”

He looked directly at Liz, more serious than either of the two scientists had seen so far.

“Do you think Roomba can ride the roomba? Can one of the little guys ride with them too?” He asked, so seriously.

“You humans are starting to concern me,” Coco said. “I’m getting more chocolate.”

“Can you grab me a drink too hon? These little guys are sleeping and I don’t want to wake them.” Liz was petting the little creatures when she noticed she was using her prosthetic arm. She hadn’t even noticed, it felt so seamless. She curled the fingers and scratched gently behind one of their ears.

About time, she thought. The funk was over. The new normal wouldn’t be that bad it seemed. She looked at the engineer.

“Thomas, if it’s the last thing I do on this ship, they’re riding the roomba.”

#deathworlders of e24 #humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are strange #humans are weird #humans are space australians #earth is space australia #humans are insane #humans are terrifying #writing #short story

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tsams-and-co-memes · 8 months ago

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TSAMS Sunrise Canon Info

Updated - 11/10/24

Sun's likes:

Cats (he owns two)

Dressing up his cats

TF2

Listening to/watching documentaries while he cleans

Red Dead Redemption and Baldur's Gate 3

Cult of the Lamb

Yellow (his favorite color)

Snapple (his favorite drink)

Hamburgers (his favorite food)

Spiderman

Fallout

Electric eels

Retro gaming

Old-timey, black and white cartoons (with Popeye possibly being one of his favorites)

Sun's dislikes:

Squids

Insects

Balloon Boy

Hot water

Sea water

Taylor Swift

Garden gnomes

Sports

Salads

Kids (this was implied) <- (he might've made this implication jokingly, but he did end up saying that he does have a soft spot for them)

Eclipse

The creator

Bloodmoon

Roxanne

Minesweeper

Miscellaneous:

Soda/pop

Pumpkins/pumpkin carving/pumpkin guts

Sun tends to get very competitive with gaming

He’s watched the entirety of Dragon Ball Z

He has an obsession with cleaning and stacking the toy barrels/tumble barrels in the daycare. If they’re not adequately cleaned or stacked in a very specific way, he gets upset

He’s bought stilettos and tried on a dress before, while saying that he’s a pretty princess

He used to have a crush on Roxanne

He’s not good at dancing and really only moves the upper half of his body

Sun is pansexual (check for sources). He's not bisexual, so him being pan is slightly more likely (retconned. Sun is more than likely straight, at this point)

Sun has a car and knows how to drive

He isn’t very good at acting

He has a habit of cheating when playing competitive games

It’s been implied numerous times that Sun occasionally enjoys cross dressing

Old Moon has made a statement before, suggesting that Sun has kleptomania

Sun can read bar codes

He apparently knows the history of gravel and can talk about it for hours

He was programmed to know how to drive

His rays are made of plastic

He plays D&D and his character is a warlock

Sun grooms his rays like they’re his hair, and he uses ray polish to do so

Sun knows the history of Windex

Sun knows how to play Yu-Gi-Oh

Cleaning is one of the things that calms him and helps him focus

Sun panics sometimes when he's not doing anything, because he feels like he's not doing enough. Apparently this was triggered by Eclipse's return

Sun can't calm Moon down whenever Moon gets seriously upset, and Sun finds that "kinda scary" (<- exact wording from the therapy video). This means that on some level, Sun is afraid of Moon's anger, and of Moon acting irrationally when he's upset

Sun is the only janitor in the daycare

Sun's had a bird fly in his face before, and according to him, it's more annoying than scary

Sun's not good at bowling

He's eaten glitter glue at one point as a coping mechanism. He may or may not have also eaten sparkles

Sun knows how to grind coffee beans

He turned his basement into a cat den, and his cats have their own TV

Sun drinks (we don't know how often)

If he could be an animal, Sun would be a stingray

Sun doesn't clean the bottom of the ballpit

Sun received an offer to replace Glamrock Freddy as the face of the pizzaplex, but he refused. A lot of the refusal stems from him not wanting to be on a stage in front of so many people

Sun's never watched any classic Disney princess movies that occurred before Beauty and the Beast and Mulan. This would include ones like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, although he's had Cinderella play passively in the background before (knowing Earth though, she'll probably make him watch all the original princess movies eventually)

Sun goes through a lot of existential crises

Sun is very good at finding kids who wander from the group whenever he takes everyone somewhere outside the daycare

Sun knows how to set broken bones

Sun has a fear of heights

Sun buys animal shaped soaps

Sun puts down a lot of sticky notes in different places

In the earlier days of the daycare, Sun once tried to play hide and seek with a blind kid. It did not end well

Sun's watched Death Note 4 times through

Sun has a crush on Yor from Spy x Family (his type seems to be people that could beat him up, but this could change)

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams sun #tsams sun #sun and moon show sun #the sun and Moon show sun #canon info

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year ago

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General Headcanons with DOA Boys

Headcanon: General headcanons of stuff I think they will do Pairing: Fyodor x reader, Nikolai x reader and Sigma x reader Genre: Fluff, lowkey crack A/N: Thank you dc person for that one fyodor headcanon. →Masterlist

Nikolai

He probably likes to eat mud for fun and force everyone to eat it

You both secretly sneekout of the hideout and visit beaches at night, having deep conversation which would end up with him filling your shorts with sand

he likes to place insects and rats in your closet stating it is a harmless prank. Not even Sigma is excused from his pranks

Nikolai irrespective of being a prankster would gift you with ice-creams and bakery goods [to lactose intolerant ppl, he gives u popsicles]

that was until he decided to prank you once day and put hair in your food

Never fell into his 'get in hole' game. You got stuck in it for 40 days without food and water. No kidding.

The mysterious hole is filled with nothing but junk.😭😭 very questionable junk

You both love to prank others though.

"Let's plant the bomb under Sigma's bathtub" "Extra points make it filled with pink glitter"

Sigma was covered in pink glitter for thirteen days.

But! Personally Nikolai would be one of the best cuddlers in the manga/anime

The first time he wore normal clothes instead of his usual multi layered buisness clothing, you were in tears. How could someone pull such simple clothes so fashionably?

You like to braid his hair. Even if you suck at it, he would wear your braiding loud and proud.

"Ahh quiztime! Who braided my hair?" "Sir this is-" "Wrong answer," boom "it's my love YN who braided it, you are no fun"

And that's how the city's McDonald's got blowed up.

overall he is a good insane boyfriend, so 10/10 cause I love him 😋

Fyodor

This man

I swear he is fine asf but would probably learn all the instruments you like so he can play it to you when you are kidnapped by Dazai most prob.

he is a Lil more insane then Nikolai so he would probably boom North Korea cause he was bored. [NK people i am jk-]

"what did you have for breakfast" "I don't know" "wrong answer" And the next moment you know, South of Yokohama got blowed up

He is the most broken richest man you ever met.

he can't buy clothes for himself or even upgrade the doa office but will gift you a wholeass country as a Birthday return gift.

you force him to wear dresses and paint his nails, 😭 but my man is so down bad that he is sub in this relationship.

"Sir we have bombed the tunne-" "Good verywell" "🧍🕯️" 😭 nah cause they are hella scared when he wears makeup.

He would probably take you to fireworks only for you to realise he is bombing the area again.

"fyodor, we talked about this" "No" and he proceeds to boom everything

he isn't much of a hugger and probably tries to runaway when you try to even touch him, but mf would suffocate you in his sleep with his hug

He probably had tried giving those evil laughs, but the moment he did that, he choked on air.

Me and a person on my server were having a convo and they said "He probably bites his nails to much and they are really short"

he owns a pet rat but denys it

honestly, he is a 10 but he is a terrorist who likes to bomb everything up. But he is your boyfriend and he is hot.

Sigma

-Are you the man of the relationship or he is?

he is more of a 'please don't kill anyone sweetheart' rather then supporting your actions and being a 'lets commit arson dear YN'

Mf is rich asf. He would deny it ofcourse and then proceed to shower you with silk clothes, Gucci , prada comfy…..such a sugar daddy

😭😭hear me out, he is a ball full of sunshine and anxiety but he wouldnt hesitate to kill anyone who does wrong to you or his casino.

-"Sigma am I your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Is the casino your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Me or the casino?" "Yes"

He probably cries everytime you ignore him.

HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

once Nikolai kidnapped you for fun and man did Nikolai end up being half bald.

Sigma wants you to stay away from fyodor, because the last thing he knows is that he want to give fyodor a bombing partner.

Atp he doesnt want you to interact any of the DOA members, because little did he know, you will grow more insane with them.

I like to imagine you knowing Dazai and mentioning it to Sigma on occasions, and oh boy Sigma wanted to kill the man when he first met not because you talked a lot about him, but he would probably be the reason why you pull questionable strunt

10/10 Mama Sigma

He also doesnt allow you to run away freely in his casino, for all he knows is that you will cheat and win all the games.

He is so restrictive

You both probably or possibly may have this convo:

"BUT FYODOR GIFTED HIS S/O A WHOLE ASS COUNTRY, WHY CANT I GET THAT PLUSHIE??" "You cant cheat everytime to get the plushies" "BUT-" "Fyodor is a terrorist, we are not like them" "LEAST HE GIFTED HIS S/O-"

Your arguments probably never make sense to others, but its for you and Sigma to know.

Also he gave up on scolding you every time you try to eat casino coins.

He is such a 'I am trying to keep my S/O mentally sane' boyfriend, even if he needs to go to therapy. 8/10 bf material

Guys get a Sigma. Sigmas never disappoint.

A/N: Btw the discord server if you wanna join is here.

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audreyscribes · 6 months ago

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Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS: 🌌CHAOS: PRIMORDIAL OF VOID 🌌

Author’s note: *put head into hands* Alright, so I may or may not have went off from the usual formula (Do I even have a formula for writing these at this point?) and I think I may have made the primordial demigods here more cryptid cause they’re the literal by-product of primordial beings that are also half-mortal? I won’t be including the usual blurbs at the ending cause all of them are probably pushing the word limit Tumblr has but worry not, I made up for it by putting more storylines into the whole thing. PRIMORDIAL DEMIGODS MASTERLIST: [LINK] Chaos will be referred with She/Her pronouns accordance to the PJO books that were used. These pronouns do not however define Chaos as an entire entity and are merely used as an identification.

You were crafted into existence by Her. All you remember the earliest moments of your life was just nothingness; it wasn’t dark neither bright; it was neither space nor matter as you simply existed. You had little thoughts but at the same time, you just knew you existed for a reason. You knew time was passing until one day something happened. Nothingness became something as you rose up from the void, up from Tartarus, then you found yourself on Earth. Your form was just a form but had no real details, but with the information you learned from the void and existence, you shifted through existence before you decided to copy the forms of beings. The first days of existing you went through from a cell, to a tiny insect, a tiny creature, an animal, before you felt Chaos’ hands forming you to a bi-pedal creature of humans.

With the whispers of the wind, the knowledge hidden in the water, you heard Chaos’ message and knew you were a demigod of Chaos, an agent/warrior of Chaos themselves. It was time for your mission; but what?

As you walk the earth and experience what it means to exist, you slowly find out about your purpose. You begin to see the fine line between the world of monster and gods, and the world of humans. Then you see there are those who walk in between those lines, belonging to both but neither just one. You find yourself being found by a satyr who guides you with many others to sanctuary before you come across a camp, who are just like you but not really. There you are put with the Hermes cabin and you learn how to be ‘human’ both good and bad. With your time in camp, you learned how to live and take on traits that formed your personality, wrapping yourself in the cognitive reality made by the demigods as you fit in almost seamlessly into this life.

You go through the Titan wars and the war with Gaea, learning about the Roman side of the Greek gods…and as you felt the giants awaken, some part within you tickles before a blooming burning feeling takes over your being…and then when you feel Gaea awaken once more, then you know.

You fight protecting your new home and family against the Romans, you raze towards a direction as if guided. Then as your blade clashes upon another, you and your opponent lock eyes, before you know they’re a child of Eros, hiding they were as a child of Cupid. They widen their eyes at you, realising who and what you are, you both lower your weapons and talk.

Then when Gaea is defeated, you know it's not the end as both you and the child of Eros know that this is the beginning; and now you know what your purpose is; for long ago, Chaos was aware that there would be more children of the Primordials and as his agent and avatar, you are to meet them.

You have the ability to create and hence manipulate anything. Within reason however. You can technically produce something out of nowhere but at the same time you can’t. You’re no longer part of the void and Chaos itself, you weren’t attached to the endless flow of knowledge of everything and nothingness. So to produce something out of nowhere is to create it from your own memory and understanding of it; with your own energy of what it is. Of course you know some things but you don’t really know it. So as you’re put to walk on Earth, you have to experience the world and things as they are. An example would be an apple: you could technically make an apple appear but unless you have looked and examined an apple, held an apple and tasted it, the apple would not be an apple. Even then, your taste of an apple would be reflected in the apple you have created, and even then, there many other kinds of apples out there. So while it is a very powerful ability, you have much to learn about the world around you in order to utilise it properly.

You could technically summon and transport those into the void, but it is a very dangerous and risky power as it would take everything around you, even yourself. If you’re not careful, you may lose hold on your own powers and undo the form you’ve put on yourself and fade into Chaos’ embrace once more. Think of it like a black hole but more…void.

On the other hand, you can perform acts of alchemy really well. Not just modern, mundane alchemy ‘science’ but like those fantastical alchemy. How much of it is magic, who knows but alchemy is also very open to you. Aside from following the laws of equivalent exchange, “something cannot be created from nothing and that in order to create something, something of equal value must be exchanged and lost”, this is an asset you can use being a child of Chaos…just don’t sacrifice an arm and a leg for it though.

Your key features are your deep, void like eyes. If people stare at them too long, they’ll see the depths of the universe that is comprised in your being. All the knowledge and truth of the universe and reality hides behind your eyes and be careful in letting people see through them. Those who are lost will find themselves lost, their being taken in back into Chaos. Those who seek truths and deny it will go insane and be burdened with it. Your form is also a fragile thing.

You must remember that you are tether to this realm, a being that walks, breathes, eats. Eating and drinking is less of a requirement but one that reminds you that you are half-mortal. Watch yourself and remember that you are consuming or else whatever enters your mouth will disappear into the void. If you find yourself drifting off, you might come undone and that small portion of Chaos will be unleashed. It will take time for you to stitch back yourself into a form, only if you remember quick enough.

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bones4thecats · 5 months ago

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Tfa Longarm/Shockwave x Fembot reader, they are both Conjux, and also that they have a Sparkling that is still a baby, the reader does not know that Longarm is a spy, that was until when the reader went to give him something that she forgot in the elite guard, he discovers that he is a spy and in his true form when he ends the call with Megatron, and Shockwave discovers him, the reader returns to the house and hides in a room with the Baby. When Shockwave returned to the house he began to make excuses, but The reader was already leaving, out of desperation Shockwave knocked out the Reader and took her to the ship, where he held her and the baby. Shockwave tried in every way to gain the reader's trust, but she did not accept since She thinks he just used her, but Shockwave tells her that he always loved her and didn't use her, making them both love each other again, but when the Decepticons were taken to Prison, the reader visits him along with the baby.

TFA! Shockwave's F-Bot! S/O Visits Him

Character: Shockwave (Transformers Animated) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: Sorry this took so long to post, but I do have one final request to do. It should be posted sometime in the next couple days. Anyways, have fun reading this mess of fluff and angst <3 ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of kidnapping, war, being scrutinized for another's actions, and being in prison ⚠️

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🧪 After the call ended, Shockwave sighed and stretched his mechanical spine out a bit, allowing a relaxing pop and fizz to make him relax. He was getting tired of becoming a being that was pretty much half of his normal size, but it was what he had to do for the sake of the mission

🧪 And his family

🧪 Before he could return back to his normal Autobot-form, he froze when hearing the sound of a bot running. He stood up and transformed back into Longarm Prime before looking outside and seeing you, his Conjunx, running away as fast as you could out of his building

"Oh no... Y/N!" He yelled, running after you while his receptionist watched with widened eyes as you ran away with your love chasing you. What happened in the last couple seconds?

»–•–«

🧪 Shockwave, or rather Longarm Prime, entered your shared home with a nervous energon-sweat on his forehead. Hopefully you weren't doing what he thought you were. Maybe you heard something creepy from another one of his workers or maybe you had seen a small Cybertronian insect or something!

🧪 He was wrong... dead wrong

🧪 The sight of your grabbing everything you needed to care for your sparkling was enough to make Shockwave begin tearing up in fear. He couldn't lose you like this!

"Y/N, love. What are you doing?" He asked nervously, even though he already knew what you were doing, he needed to seem innocent.

🧪 You glared at him with a strong mix of fear, anger, and heartbreak. It was so strong that your sparkling slightly curled up in your chest, attempting to calm you down like he would almost every time you cried around him. He truly had Shockwave's genius mind

🧪 But now you were wondering if that was a good thing or a bad thing

"Leaving. I don't want my sparkling to be raised by someone who lied to me, nonetheless someone who would use another for their own gain. Or should I say, Megatron's gain?"

🧪 Shockwave froze in shock as you said that. So you did see him in his normal form. Primus damn it...

"Y/N, may I please explain what was happening? I was just becoming a 'Con so I could get more information on Megatron and his whereabouts!"

"We already know where he is. Ultra Magnus and Sentinel have already seen him and his band of beasts on Earth where Ratchet and the others are! Don't try making such excuses!" You screamed.

🧪 As you grabbed your bag closer and went to pick back up your sparkling from where you sat him down while arguing with your once trusted Conjunx, Shockwave panicked and raised his leg before crashing it down on your head, sending you into a state of unconsciousness on the ground

🧪 Looking at his youngling and back at his Conjunx, Shockwave panicked once again. What was he going to do now...?

»–•–«

🧪 The sound of an engine revving to life allowed you to groggily open your sights of your baby being thrown in the air and caught again by a mysterious mech

"Seismic... put my sparkling down you-!" The mech then turned around, revealing the same mech you confronted back at your once shared home.

"Y/N, I did not wish to do this to you. Really. But you know I can't just be having an Autobot be walking around Cybertron revealing my identity."

"Ha, yeah right. Let me guess, that bucket-headed son of a scrap wanted some kind of leverage to use against Ultra and the rest of Cybertron?"

"No. I just- Y/N I hid this from you because... because-"

"Because of your underlying manipulation, just like every other fragging 'Con. Yeah, I know."

"NO! Primus damn it, Y/N! I love you so much that I can't stand thinking of the rest of that forsaken planet viewing you as a possible traitor for being the partner of mine! I don't need our son, our Seismic, being scrutinized by those pompous Autobots!"

"That's for revealing your true feelings of my family's allegiance. It's good to know how much of a lose piece of wiring I am in your plans- wait- did you just say... you love me...?"

🧪 Shockwave nodded and kneeled in front of you, allowing your sparkling to crawl up to you and put both of his parent's hands in one another's. He wanted you two to know how much you meant to one another. For many years you were by one another's side and cared about each other so much that you made him!

"I do love you. You were the first being that I laid my one-way sight on and thought I wanted you. You were the first being that I held the high honor of sharing and receiving the love of. And that is something that not even I, a longtime Decepticon, can lie about."

🧪 Looking up from your hand and into your eyes, he motioned to lay your head on his like you always would before that day and asked;

"Do you still share that opinion... about loving one another...?"

"...How can I not love you, Shockwave...?"

»–•–«

🧪 From that day forward, you stayed with your Conjunx until his eventual arrest by the Elite Guard. And as he was taken away, you asked Ultra Magnus if you could ride the rest of the way home with your son saying his goodbyes until you gained access to visit him in prison

🧪 Ultra Magnus was tired from the constant journeys being taken and just nodded, before saying that he was having Jetfire and Jetstorm sit with you to make sure no other 'Con tried anything while you and the two were vulnerable

🧪 The whole ride home proved useful for the Guard to see the care that laid inside of the seemingly-careless being. The way he held you and your sparkling even made the toughest members like Ratchet and Prowl feel slightly bad for his predicament. It was obvious he cared for his family more than his loyalty to the cause... if only he just was honest with his allegiance

»–•–«

🧪 The sound of small steps and larger one echoed throughout the prison, making the criminals in their cells roll their eyes and groan in annoyance as the now slightly-older Seismic proudly stated his meeting of his father after a couple weeks of no contact per the Elite Guard's policy when examining a convict's sentencing

🧪 You smile gently as the young mech waved at other 'Cons that he grew slightly close to due to their much kinder attitudes than others. One being Blitzwing, who, no matter the mood, would smile and wave at the sparkling and tell him a small joke as he passed

"It's good to see you so happy, Seismic. Are you happy to see Daddy after so long?" You asked as he jumped and began to let his tiny antennae on his head move. He was like his father if he was slightly, or rather a lot more, emotionally expressive.

"Yeah! You did say Daddy had a surprise for me too, right?" He asked. You just nodded and smiled once again as he began asking what it was while you approached the room that Optimus asked you to meet at.

🧪 The blue mech smiled and waved at you before giving you and your son a hug and asked if you were here for Shockwave. You just chuckled and nodded, making the Prime reach towards the receptionist and ask for the key for both a set of cuffs, a room, and a cell

🧪 Eventually, Sentinel and Ultra Magnus arrived, a small smile bestowed your sight as the head of the Elite Guard motioned for the two Primes to unlock the room and allow the convict outside

🧪 Seismic began to shake excitedly as you held onto his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze as you saw your adoring Conjunx walk out and hold his cuffed wrists to Optimus. He unlocked them and handed them to Sentinel before stepping back and allowing you and your son access to hold your love close

🧪 While you watched Shockwave speak to his and your sparkling with joy and love flashing in his lonely eye, you looked at Ultra Magnus and asked the ongoing question;

"How much longer is his sentencing?"

"A few more orbital cycles, perhaps 2 more solar cycles. Right now his behavior and actions are what counts best, and if his polite and, what we declare a good decision making set when it comes to our standards and society, continues, he should be out sooner. We would still have someone watching him though."

"Ultra Magnus, sir?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Thank you for doing this for Seismic and me, really."

🧪 Ultra Magnus smiled gently at you and nodded

"It was no problem. Now, I recommend you spend as much time as you can here with your Conjunx and sparkling. Who knows when we can fit this in our schedule again." He joked.

🧪 Nodding and walking towards your two most beloved beings in the galaxy, the leader of the Guard smiled and looked at the doorway as it closed, allowing the family some privacy

Solus would be proud of your happy ending, Y/N...

#Transformers #Transformers Animated #TFA #TFA Decepticons #Transformers x Reader #Transformers Animated x Reader #TFA x Reader #TFA Decepticons x Reader #S/O! Reader #F! Reader #Cybertronian! Reader #Autobot! Reader #TFA Shockwave #TFA Shockwave x Reader

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gemharvest · 2 months ago

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wyd!Boyfriend (Beef) Reference Sheet

Extra info will be under a cut to spare y'alls dashboards, but here the guy is. The Beef Bastard. For anyone who desires to draw him.

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Design Notes:

Palette is flexible; can be drawn in this palette, with canon BF's palette, or given a custom palette. Colored lines are not a requisite, but if you do pure black lines while using the ref's palette, please keep everything using that color the same color (ie; his piercing, opt. nail color, sweater on Christmas outfit, etc).

Shirt does not have to be tucked! I mostly drew it like that just to have the belt visible; up to you if you want to draw it half-tucked or untucked. idc

Shading colors are optional, I just have them there because I like using them; I personally still draw the shade in on his hat/ hair, but that's just how I like doing it. His hair base can be either color tbh it doesn't matter much to me, I just have it marked as the lighter color bc that's what feels right to me personally.

Would have a square face shape & brown eyes when not as stylized as the ref. I do not have a specific eye color picked out, as I do not see myself drawing it, but anything works as long as it's a darker brown.

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His playlist is at the end of this post (both Spotify and YouTube versions), but if you just want to hear his sample songs, here are links (+ 2 honorable mentions):

(fw + eyestrain) WHOKILLEDXIX - Kismet

Marina - Are You Satisfied?

(fw + insect & xray clips) Will Wood - Cicada Days

Twenty One Pilots - Fake You Out

100 gecs - 745 sticky

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Base Info:

Cisgender bisexual (he/him); polyamorous.

Has: ADHD with RSD; anger issues that usually come out to “protect” himself (can be to “protect” others as well, tho); an inferiority complex that makes him highly competitive & masks as a superiority complex.

Astraphobic (fear of thunder & lightning) as well as having a fear of abandonment. Other than that, he’s comically fearless; acting on impulse rather than any sense.

Has a bad acne problem; some on his face, but the worst of it is on his back.

Wears loose clothes, and kinda just throws on whatever he finds first. (Which tends to be his usual outfit.)

Slightly chubby, but his clothes make it harder to tell.

Street-smart, in spite of his general stupidity. Able to hold himself pretty well in a fight, as long as he’s thinking clearly.

Fairly strong as well, though he doesn’t make an active effort to work out. Stupids his way into being able to lift shit, I guess.

Shaves his face (prefers the look) but doesn’t bother with the rest of his body. 👍

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Headcanons:

(there is a lot here, I do not blame you if you don't read all of these 🙏)

Stims with a lot of repetitive hand movements (shaking, snapping motion w/o sound, opening and closing); beeps are sometimes vocal stims as well.

Would benefit from chewlery dear god, but would also need high strength ones. Maybe one day someone will get him a chew stim.

Enjoys high energy & loud music. Obviously a rap fan, but would enjoy breakcore/ speedcore/ hyperpop and similar genres, as well as things like YTPMVs or stupid mashups.

His beeping is not a language, as is the same in canon, though it generally has enough of a rhythm to it that people can get the gist of the intended words the longer they're around him.

95% of the time he speaks in beeps, and if he needs to relay info to someone who doesn't understand it, he'll write his words down (as long as it's an option).

Not comfortable speaking regularly, but can do it if the situation calls for it. Takes a lot to get to that point though, and was way less confident in his words when he was younger.

His beeping can also be a vocal stim, as mentioned previously, which can throw conversation off. Beeps will also lose their proper rhythm if he's upset/ super excited and etc., making them harder to understand.

Loves small animals, rats being a particular example, and is also fascinated by insects.

Usually just ignores insects, but picks up a catch & release habit w/ ones that get inside from GF.

When they get a shared apartment, he's the one who spends the most time in it, usually alone and working on music. Sometimes he gets overwhelmed by missing his partners being around, but manages it well knowing they'll be back soon.

Likes involving his partners with his music. Most of his album covers are art by GF, and will ask Pico for input on mixing or just general thoughts on how it sounds. Will sometimes get them to do vocals as well (takes a lot of coaxing for Pico to agree, so GF features more often than he will).

Usually prefers his nails unpainted, but will let GF paint them to match with her and/ or Pico.

Before Pico entered their relationship, he had his nails painted more frequently to match her. Went down in frequency because Pico really likes it & it became something the two do together. BF is not excluded, he’s just more indifferent about it whereas Pico and GF actively like painted nails.

Prefers black above all, then blue, but also enjoys red or green for his partners.

HUGE issue with picking at acne/ scabs. Has tons of little scars from doing it.

Clingy as shiiiittt to those he’s close to. Will not be the first to let go of a hug and will be content to cling to someone for hours; need to take care of his body be damned.

Related; he has issues wanting to stay up to work on projects instead of get proper sleep, but is pretty easily convinced to go to bed if his partners are around. Because cuddle time babyyyyyy.

Can’t cook for shit. Is like a Sim with 0 cooking skill and insanely bad luck. Best dude can do is make a sandwich/ salad/ anything that doesn’t require the oven or stove, and even then he sticks to simple things because he wants to do other shit.

Relied a lot on fast food/ pre-made meals when on his own. Once moved in with his partners, Pico cooks a lot of the meals & eventually is able to teach BF and GF enough of the basics to where they can prep stuff on days he’s gone.

BF is way slower to take to cooking than GF is; ADHD partially at fault (not finding it “worth it” = not going out of his way to cook still = learns way slower, which also makes it more frustrating). He gets it eventually tho it’s Okay.

Can be kinda an ass to those he doesn’t know, though more because he’s not thinking about it than actually being malicious. Though if he realizes he’s coming off rude he doesn’t quiiiiteee care. This behavior bites him in the ass w/ how he thinks about himself but whatever he’s not thinking in the moment.

Can sometimes be hostile when first meeting people, though usually isn’t too bad.

(RGBFverse exclusive, he is super hostile to the other BFs out of confusion, and then lashes out to keep himself from getting close, because he assumes he will be let down if he does. This later feeds into a fear that, after he becomes calm around them, none of them really like him, because why would they, after how he acted?)

Has spirals related to his inferiority complex where he begins lashing out at others to push them away, because he feels they’re going to leave anyways. These don’t happen often, but it’s really hard for him to pull himself out of it when they do. Feels he’s wearing others’ patience thin, but he appreciates those who stick through it nonetheless.

List subject to change, most likely w/ new additions as I remember things I forgot, or just clarifying anything I may have worded poorly.

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3 songs didn't make it to the Spotify playlist because they aren't up on there. Otherwise, both have the same songs & are ordered the same.

#artings #wyd!RGBau #RGBFverse #wyd!BF #low contrast #i knowww this isnt specific to rgbfverse but he features in rgbfverse so what the fuck ever. i mention it in one of his #headcanon notes that should be enough. /silly #anyways #his ref is now public ! enjoy ! i have no clue when pico or gfs will be done; though once i can get back to them picos shouldnt take long #sorry that this is kinda a trojan horse of a post. come in with the promise of beef ref and get blasted with me thinking #way too hard about this motherfucker #Spotify

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felixcloud6288 · 1 month ago

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Dungeon Meshi Chapter 10

Hey it's that guy!

Dungeon Meshi says "Drink water".

The first half of this chapter shows us what an ordinary adventuring party would do to prepare for a trip through the dungeon. Specifically, the issue of food supply gets brought up. The half-foot brings up how one week's rations are heavy so that would mean longer treks are going to be more exhausting on account of them having to carry more supplies. They also might not have room for other goods because they have to make room for food. And there is the risk like in chapter 1 that they can just be lost.

For a moment, I thought bringing a wagon might help, but I don't think that would fit in a dungeon.

Is this what everyone thinks happened?

Last chapter, kobolds were mentioned and we were given an image of one. So we already have the info needed to figure that one dog party member is a kobold. Still, Chilchuck and Laios's speculations about who Senshi would trade with in a dungeon makes me think that having a kobold party member is unusual.

Their miscellaneous discussions about the dungeon is for us. Something about the dungeon has been changing lately. I can't comment on the dungeon layout changing, but maybe the monster thing is because of the red dragon roaming about or maybe it's because adventurers are overkilling the monster populations and other monsters are trying to move in on the emptier areas.

And then they get wiped by bugs. This kinda reminds me of that one party from chapter 3, the one that got wiped by plants. This instance isn't being played for comedy this time. We're following an ordinary party's experience through the dungeon and it ends with them getting killed. Laios's party doing so well is not normal.

Adventurers can turn into zombies, huh? So if the corpse retrievers don't find you, you'll just rise as a zombie? I don't know the full details about how resurrection works, but I'm getting the feeling that if you're left alone for long enough, the dungeon just takes your body and soul and turns them into spirits and zombies. Is the magician some sort of lich and the entire premise was just a trap to lure people in so it could harvest souls?

The box of treasure insects was on a zombie. So that was probably some poor adventurer who fell for their deceptions just like the last party did. Or maybe it was someone from before the golden kingdom was taken over by the magician. It's outfit had the poofy shoulder pads you'd see on a stereotypical noble's outfit.

Did Laios's sword react to the treasure insects specifically because they're treasure insects or because it realized there was danger that the others didn't notice? If it's the former, then there are implications. Like, maybe treasure insects prey on Living Armor or certain ones like the pearl centipede can parasitize a Living Armor colony and take it over.

I love the little detail that a few locks of Marcille's hair braid popped loose when she saw the pearl centipede.

And she realized exactly what was going to happen when Senshi started sorting them.

I've never eaten bugs before, but I'm willing to try. I bet crickets taste pretty good if you fry them. I don't think I'd like centipedes though.

Mimicry in nature is wild. There are so many different types. And mimicry of other species is particularly crazy. I went looking into what type of mimicry treasure insects might employ and I learned about emsleyan mimicry in the process. It's where a dangerous animal mimics a slightly less dangerous animal. The goal is that if an animal is deadly to the point any potential predator is likely to die in an encounter with it, the animal doesn't actually benefit from its warning signs because nothing will get the chance to survive and learn that its dangerous. So it mimics something that is not nearly as dangerous and benefits from potential predators learning to not mess with the less dangerous animal.

An example I found of emsleyan mimicry is coral snakes. They are some of the most toxic snakes in the world and there's another species called a king snake which uses the same color patterns. Originally, it was thought that King snakes mimicked coral snakes. But it turns out there's another species of snake called the false coral snake that also has the same color patterns but is not as deadly as the coral snake. So one hypothesis is the false coral snake had the color pattern first and coral and king snakes are both mimicking it.

Anyway, the mimicry type that seems most similar to what treasure insects are doing is called wicklerian or aggressive mimicry. Parasites using this method attempt to mimic something their target host would find appealing. Usually, the parasite would mimic prey, but in this case they're mimicking coins and jewelry.

The end of the chapter reveals that some of the items were actual coins and jewels so maybe treasure insects can actively change their appearance to mimic specific types of coins and jewelry.

The anatomy of most of the insects are easy to figure out with a little creative thought, but the ring one is way out there.

The tiara being a giant nest is pretty cool. Are the treasure insects all living communally with each other and build and guard the tiara together?

Jam? How does that work?

Look at Marcille being so brave.

Senshi was about to tell Chilchuck that the inedible pile was actual jewels, but Chilchuck threw them away before he got the chance.

Laios named his sword "Sword boy".

back

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi readthrough

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donutz · 9 months ago

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Bubba Bubbaphant x reader fluff alphabet[8/8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— He can ramble about his interests(autism?)

— Which is how he shows affection

— He isn’t too good when it comes to physical affection, but quality time is his thing, and words of affirmation

— If you praise him for his nerdiness, he’ll get really flustered and have a genuine smile

— Since him rambling is affection, he is VERY affectionate

— He rambles to you everyday, it can be the smallest facts or a whole slideshow of papers

— Other than interest rambling, him spending quality time is how he shows it

— He does that a lot actually!

— He’s rambled to you so many times that he doesn’t even mind when he stutters while explaining his interests

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— He can seem like a nerd at first(is)

— I’m going to say rambling a lot(probably) but he when it comes to him showing off his interests, it starts with little facts about certain things

— He hoped that with his incredible knowledge you’d think he’s a great and smart friend

— I’m pretty sure Bubba wouldn’t initiate the friendship first

— You gotta do it!! It’s all on you!!

— But anyways, you would compliment how much he knows about certain subjects

— And that REALLY got to him, so he started sharing facts to you a lot more

— Not just to receive some praise(it’s half the reason), but to become better friends with you, he figured it out himself

— Isn’t he just so smart?

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— Doesn’t really cuddle actually

— Probably doesn’t like physical touch, to be honest

— If he did cuddle, he’d be very uncomfortable, it’d most likely be against his own will

— BUTTT! He just might, on a rare occasion, want some cuddles, on a VERYYYYYYYY rare occasion he just might want some cuddles whenever he’s feeling down

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— Loves settling down, if he could, he’d do it for the rest of his life

— If he was a grandpa, he’d just sit in his chair all day with his silly wrinkles

— Actually loves cleaning! But if he touches something icky, he despises it until something good happens while cleaning

— For cooking.. Hm, it depends on what he’s cooking!

— If it’s something simple, yea, that’s alright, something complicated he’s going to complain

— He’ll still cook it though, his cooking is actually amazing. Phenomenal.

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— You see… I don’t like doing this one…

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

— No thanks ^_^

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— He’s gentle, and actually very knowledgeable with emotions

— He is very gentle emotionally, but physically he’s stiff

— Somewhat surprisingly, he can be amazing with dealing with emotions

— Verbal words can be confusing and hard, but he can really get the job done when comforting(verbally)

— He is REALLY good when it comes to listening

— BUT BRO. If you want to be comforted by the facts(like info about the ocean, animals, etc.) that he knows..

— Could you… Stay alive? Forever?

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— Nope!

— Ew…. EW. EW!!!!!!!!!!

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— Doesn’t really say it a lot

— Says it SOMETIMES, but most of them are just nervous stutters

— He would really appreciate it if you said it back

— Please say it back

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— He can actually get jealous! Minus his relaxed attitude 24/7

— Pretty easily too, he tries not to feel that way but he can’t help it

— Being straightforward, how jealous he can get is depending on what’s happening at the moment

— For example, if someone’s just hanging out with you(even as friends) he’ll be a little jealous, but that’s fine!

— But if someone just flats out gives you a smooch?

— He’ll get both jealous and irritated!!(I’m trying not to make it sound like he’s an alpha💀)

— When he is THAT envious, he just grabs your wrist(by wrapping his around yours, because he has no fingers) and takes you away

— “I’ll just— Take them for a second, mk?”

— At this point you can cuddle up to him, honestly show anyway of affection to him

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Doesn’t really kiss

— Not a lot, but he probably doesn’t mind them

— But if you kiss him first he’ll make a face at you

— Like he’s surprised and disappointed at the same time

— You could’ve asked first… From that point on, just start asking him if you could give him a peck

— His kisses.. Seem like no effort, but he realllyyyy means them

— Especially since he doesn’t do it all the time

— He mainly kisses you on the cheek, the forehead is too much! That’s too intimate!!!

— But for kissing him, he prefers it on the forehead, the cheek is fine but.. Forehead is better, for receiving on his end

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— Not having kids, for the last time(for the Smiling Critters)

— But the kids think he’s a complete nerd

— If the kids need help with anything, like ANYTHING, they 100% go to him for help

— Especially if it’s logical things

— “The Smart One!”

— “... Oh, you mean Bubba?”

— “Yeah! That one!”

— “...”

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— When he wakes up, it always seems like he’s had the worst sleep ever

— As if he had nightmares the whole time he was sleeping

— Definitely the type to say, “Ough.. My back…”

— But he wakes up with his morning coffee(???)

— If you don’t wake up at the designated time, then he’ll wake you up

— But as gentle as possible, he doesn’t want to startle you

— If he’s waking up Kickin then he doesn’t care, at all

— If you ever need something to truly wake up, just rely on him getting it for you

— If you need coffee, him too! If you need a massage, he’ll do it(surprisingly with no discomfort), a hug? Yeah that’s fine

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— You’ll see him start off in the fetal position while sleeping, but the next morning he’s twisted up like pretzels

— Maybe that’s why his back is hurting so much

— It’s really confusing why it happens, he isn’t even aware himself

— He doesn’t need any cuddling to go to sleep, he’s fine

— When it’s bedtime, he always makes sure you go to sleep just fine, if you want to cry yourself to sleep then that’s not happening

— He’ll comfort you before you say, “Honk shoooo…”

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— He’ll only open up when he’s really tired, like exhausted.

— After being with him for a while, he can start opening up, just don’t rush him with it, let him go at his pace

— He slowly reveals things about himself, it can be how stressed he is, what it’s like just being known for being smart

— He’s just tired of being used as a cheat sheet(real ^_^)

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— Can only get angered from being bothered too much, or if everybody’s asking him something at once

— Like if EVERYBODY’s trying to get an answer from him, he’ll get overstimulated, probably will start yelling like those characters in old cartoons

— It can get really scary

— Sometimes can get VERY frustrated if you just say, “I don’t know” When direct directions were given to you

— Like, CAN YOU JUST PAY ATTENTION FOR ONE SECOND(something I’d love to say, but that’s kinda mean).

— But he’s holding back, because not everybody has the brain of Granville T. Woods, Albert Einstein, etc.

— If you are PURPOSEFULLY angering him, he will BREAK, SHATTER. He can get SOOOOO MAD.

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— “An elephant always remembers!”

— Just from that statement, his memory is very shocking, he’ll remember everything from birth to now

— So basically, he remembers ALLL of it, what you said about this one person(or toy), your favorite animal, a lot of things

— Be careful with your words, because this toy CAN and PROBABLY WILL blackmail you

— Remembers every detail, yummy.. Personal information ^_^!

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— When you correctly guessed what he remembers about you

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— He can be very protective actually!

— I like to think that if he was in a bigger body, he’s be HUGEEEEEE

— 15 ft tall type stuff!! He could crush you with his foot

— The way he protects is him threatening with spooky facts

— Him and Miss Delight know everything about the human and toy body, kind of scary…

— He could terrify them with body facts

— “You know, humans lose about 4 kg of skin cells per year. But what do you think happens if I make you lose all of it in one day?”

— He’s so alpha😂😂

— But if you protected him, he’d let it play out

— Unless if you’re protecting him in a way that wouldn’t really terrify the person/toy, he just might have to take over

Try(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— All the effort in the world

— They always look so professional!

— I mean he can do ‘dates’, but he can get pretty bored if it’s just sitting at a table

— Doesn’t mind making the table all pretty though

— He would tell you that’s it’s your anniversary the second you wake up

— Would also ask if you wanted to celebrate, wouldn’t mind that much if you say no(lies)

— He’s good with gifts! I know I said he’s not good with them, but it was because it was Valentine’s day, that day includes intimacy and romance, he’s not good with those things

— But his gifts are fantastic, they can really cheer you up on a bad day

— He does put effort into everyday tasks

— Always

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— Nothing

— Maybe.. If he loses his glasses..?(he 100% wears glasses)

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— Nope! He’s confident!

— But if something’s yucky on him, he will FREAK OUT. Like those elephants in cartoons, blowing their trunk, you know what I mean

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— Yea. Nobody else fully listens to his rambles.

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— Autistic, I got to be honest, I feel like all the Smiling Critters are neurodivergent

— Dogday, ADHD

— Catnap, Autism

— Bobby, ADHD

— Crafty, Autism

— Kickin, ADHD

— Hoppy, ADHD

— Picky, Autism

— And then Bubba has autism

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— If you don’t want to listen to his rambling, I mean he doesn’t mind too much! But if you make it obvious that you don’t care, he’ll dislike you a little

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

— Sleeping in fetal position

— Just checking if anybody needs a story read to them or something, whatever can help them fall asleep

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gn reader #bubba bubbaphant #bubba bubbaphant x reader #bubba bubbaphant x reader fluff alphabet #fluff alphabet

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hellhound5925 · 1 year ago

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While I’m wrapping up my next chapter of my Hunter fic, I’m going to leave you with this! Side note: that post a made a while ago about fucking up myself over something I wrote? This…this is that something….

One shot- Sargent Hunter

Tattoos (Part One)

Warnings: Idk if I have any at the moment. Part Two will be smut 😏 so I guess no minors 🤷‍♀️

Summary:

Being a man who has a face tattoo for Makers sake, he was naturally drawn to them. The first time he really saw your tattoos, with the symbols covering one of your arms, he was drawn to you like a winged insect to a funeral pyre (Yes I used Sleep Token, Take me back to Eden lyrics...leave me alone).

This is going to take place during the time where the batch helps rebuild Pabu. It’s going to have two parts because I can’t wait for you all to read what I’ve got 😂 I hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts!

Pabu was typically quite beautiful this time of year...the sun, high in the sky which creates an ungodly heat that only the cool ocean water could provide relief from. Birds chirping above and moon-yos chasing one another along the rock walls. However, in the last few days, they had endured a sea surge that destroyed a significant amount of the lower levels. It was the first one more than three decades…

Those big brown eyes followed you everywhere you went as you helped the villagers clean up the mess. Eye brows raised slightly, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips....he was mesmerized watching you, your kindness and compassion shining bright during such a dark time. Drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

He watched as the tattoos on your arm were peaking out from underneath the sleeve of your shirt, as you rolled it up to your elbow. Tracing them with his eyes, the ink would forever be ingrained in his mind. Haunting him while he slept. He wanted to know if you had more...he needed to...

“Why do you always stare at her like that?” Omega pulls him from his thoughts. “I wasn’t staring.” “Yes you were.” Huffing a sigh Hunter pretends to busy himself by moving the baskets of fish Wrecker caught. “You do seem a little distracted Sarge” He chimes in. Hunter cocks an eye brow, “We’ve got a lot to do before the end of the day.” “Copy that” the two say in unison.

Wrecker returns to fishing while he follows Omega with his eyes as she bounds off after you. She tugs at the back of your shirt causing it to lift ever so slightly, and could have sworn he saw the shadow of yet another tattoo. What could it be?

———

After spending half a day in the sun and feeling the effects of the heat, you and Omega had gone down to the shore for a swim. Hunter was always checking in, so it was only a matter of time before he made his way down. Sure enough he came and sat under a tree along the shore.

He watched as you interacted with Omega, the sweet sound of your laugher filled his ears. It was like a siren song, calling out to him and drawing him in. He tried to ignore it because after all, he was there to be a watchful eye not be distracted. Huffing out a sigh, he returned to his protective nature by scanning the area for threats and trusting that his senses would also alert him.

As you made your way out of the water towards him, he got a view of the tattoos that covered your arm. The way they crawled down your arm from your shoulder entangling in intricate designs as they made their way down to your wrist. The dark black ink, a beautiful contrast to your lighter sun kissed skin, glistened with water droplets as they rolled down your arm.

His eyes roamed your body as more of it emerged from the water. Revealing yet another tattoo. This one, on your ribs just below your right breast was the image of a wolf. The placement was just so, that it the wolf was running from your back towards the center of your core. The fierce animal quite the representation of the person whose skin was etched into.

By the time you were back on the shore, there was one final tattoo that sent him over the edge. As you approached him, he was unable to look away. Sheepishly you look down, turning your leg so he can get a better view.

“Do you like it? I got it a while ago but never had the chance to show you. I hope it’s okay?” You voice drowning out everything else, his senses were hyper focused on you.

The vibrant ink and indicator that it was newer than the others, sent a rush of sensual gratification through his veins. Placed on the outside of your calf was a skull that was identical to the ones the batch had hand painted on their armor so long ago, similar to the one that covered half of his own face.

At a complete loss for words, he nods his approval while shifting uncomfortably to conceal the arousal that was awakened by the sight of the ink in your skin. Finding himself slightly jealous of the intimacy it had with you. His eyes slowly make their way up your thigh to your core, stopping briefly at the tattoo on your ribs, before traipsing up your arm revising the ink he’s seen so many times, and meeting your gaze.

The realization of his eyes so intimately roaming your body, paints itself all over your face. Butterflies erupt from somewhere deep in your core. Biting your lip to contain the euphoric giggle that threatens to escape, you watch as his eyes flick down to them.

Omega interrupts the moment, “I’m going to head back up to the others.” Hunter answers without breaking eye contact, “see you back up there.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see her cock her head at you both before bounding off towards the stone stairs. You both stay there in silence, search one another’s gaze for the right words.

You are the one to break eye contact first, causing him to shift awkwardly as if he’s unsure of what to do. Standing up he finally speaks “I guess I uhhh…should go see what they’re up to.” Disappointment sinks from yours chest into your stomach like a heavy anchor as you watch him head up the stone steps, Omega had just a few moments ago. Sighing you decide it’s worth heading back to your place for a change of cloths.

Part Two here

Taglist (let me know if you want to be added): @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @cloneloverrrrr @idoubleswearimawriter @maybethatfanfictionwriter @techs-goggles9902

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thewisaaaaad · 4 months ago

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Five becomes one.

this is Part 2 of "everything goes wrong" part one is here

GORE WARNING BTW. yknow, purgatory bishop levels of injury, so...

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The Lamb dodged out of the way in the nick of time, as Shamuras wickedly sharp arms stabbed into the stone where they were standing a moment before. coming out of the roll with a palm full of plasma, they launched their curse (it was not lightning. it would not hurt them, they were in control. they would not be tortured any more) to sear the spider's flank. Shamura screeched in pain, before summoning a large amount of bombs, which were barely avoided. The false lamb barely had any time to breath, mortal constraints preventing them from operating as they wished.

"Foolish puppet, you will not best me. you have not wielded your blade, let alone whet your blade in battle. My siblings still stand tall and yo-" the giant insect was interrupted by the deafening sound of metal shattering. A look of horror spread over Wars face.

It only grew with another loud smashing of chains. followed swiftly by another. Shamura was stunned for a moment, an opening that Hypnos gladly exploited to hit them right in their ugly mug with a concentrated beam of energy, having summoned Bruford, their skeletal aid, to coordinate the strike with a crippling slash delivered by his giant sword slicing off one of their legs.

The blast seared off half of half of the arachnid tyrants face, accompanied by a horrific shriek of agony as the invertebrate stumbled back on fewer limbs than they had a moment ago.

"You lowly vermin!" War screeched, lunging for the undead servant that had already fallen back, out of reach of their talons.

"Seems that the other Bishops had more sense than you." Hypnos mocked, a sadistic grin spreading wide over their face as their strange ally returned to their side, massive blade at the ready to deliver another strike.

The fear and panic in Shamuras eyes was delectable.

Hypnos was enjoying this battle. They were enjoying this a lot. As they avoided more attacks, they launched five darts of pure force to cover Brufords approach, the spider desperately trying to make distance between them. Which was exactly what Hypnos wanted.

While their boneheaded ally kept the arachnid busy, The Lamb charged a spell to end this fight in one fell strike. one that would bring their enemy SO much blissful agony, a small reparation for all the suffering that they and Narinder had gone through.

'It wouldn't be enough pain to make up for what they caused,' Hypnos thought, red bolts trying to escape from their clasped together hands, held in front of them to aim at the insectoid menace currently trying frantically to dislodge the animated bones clinging to their back. 'but it will be a start before they land in purgatory.'

fully charged, Hypnos let their hands bloom open like a flower, a beam worthy of the greatest storms snaked across the temple towards its target.

Shamura turned around at the last second, eyes wide. The lightning (make them suffer, rip through every part of their being, JUST LIKE THEY DID TO ME) struck War directly in the chest, staying connected, whipping about line a snake with fangs in its prey as it let loose a horrible buzzing, snapping noise, getting louder and louder as Hypnos poured more and more fervor into their curse.

Shamura screamed. They kept screaming for forty horrible, wonderful seconds. even when their lungs ran out of air, they kept screaming as their insides boiled it was wonderful Hypnos wanted more they wanted them to suffer to endure the pain tomakethemdancelikeadyingfishjustalittlelongertheyneededmore-

And all too soon, Shamuras chest burst open, spraying their steaming guts onto the floor like confetti. The monstrous body of the first bishop collapses to the floor in a pile of limbs, as the wretched body begins devolving back into its original state.

The death was accompanied by the shattering of the final chain, a death toll made from the shrill sounds of shearing metal, revealing a path to the afterlife that could not be barred by the gods any longer.

Hypnos turned towards the light, away from the corpse of their tormentor, unsatisfied but resolute in knowing they had completed their task. Hypnos dismissed Bruford back to wherever he came from with thanks for his service, and he bowed as he sunk into the earth.

The lamb stood before the gateway, steeling themself to deliver the news to Narinder that his eldest was dead. Ready, he took a step forward and-

A blast of phantom force struck them from behind, knocking them to their knees, their crown, inactive until now, shook and twisted on their head, nocking between their horns. Hypnos's skull felt like it was caving in.

As they struggled against the pain, they tried to get a look at their assailant, but only saw the still-warm corpse of war.

Which was slowly getting up, dragged upright like a puppet on a string.

"...You... Want to die again... So badly?!" Hypnos choked out, tears of blood streaming down their face, their skull groaning at the pressure, unable to stand against the pain.

"Dammed Poppet!" Shamura screeched, spittle and blood flying from their mouth, "All you needed to do was sit there, do NOTHING, and everything would have been perfect! You didn't even have to actually exist! And yet."

No... no that was not Shamura, Shamura never whined or whinged, the tone was too nasally, and they were dead the chain BROKE they should be DEAD-

"But no matter," whatever-it-was said, with the confidence of someone who never failed, who always had a backup plan, spoken through a shattered jaw, "this works to my advantage. My siblings can awaken and take their rightful hosts to rule this land as we once did, as we rightfully always SHOULD HAVE!"

The last syllable was punctuated by another blast of energy, amplifying the pain already crushing Hypnos, like a clawed hand trying to turn their brain into a raisin-

And then their eyes were drawn to the top of Shamuras head, where the purple crown still rested, glowering down at him. Shamuras bandages had fallen off during the struggle, revealing the cracks in their exposed skull, where the crown was seeping in.

It wasn't Shamura. It was the crown.

They had failed their promise.

They hadn't tried hard enough.

They could have saved-

Their thoughts were interrupted by screams that echoed through the caves of Silkcradle, the screams of gods-

"Can you hear that beautiful sound, Doll?" the crown nearly whispered, twirling the stolen body of War in a most ironic way, "The symphony of my siblings awakenings!"

Hypnos could hear it. The dirge of their failure. Long drawn out screams of the Gods who had placed their faith in them.

Leshys scream was of agony, and confusion, as their crown buried itself in their eye socket.

Heket roared as a beast fighting off a predator, a loosing battle, but not without fight. It would only bring more pain.

And Kallamar... poor Kallamar...

His fearful shriek was cut off the soonest. a small mercy.

"There's only one voice missing from this harmony," the wretched piece of jewelry sighed, bringing the rotting lamb back to the present with a crushing pinch of their brain, it was their skull, it wasn't betraying them it was never theirs-

"Be the doll that you are, and deliver my last sibling to their 'seat', won't you?"

A talon reared back, a blow that could not be dodged, the tattered lamb tumbling backwards into the light.

And all Hypnos could think about was how they had failed. Perhaps the fox was right.

"Never make a promise that you cannot fulfill, my laughter."

The crown trembled on their head, like an egg threatening to hatch, as the lamb tumbled through the fog, towards The One Who Waits, unable to prevent another mistake.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #i really don't know what i'm doing #cotl au #cotl lamb #sins of the gods au #cotl shamura #cotl oc

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kingfyre · 1 year ago

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– katabasis | p.js

There’s an incomparable beauty to it – death wearing the skin of life.

Jisung sees it too.

PAIRING. park jisung x gender neutral!reader

GENRE. urban fantasy, taxidermist!reader, rich buyer!jisung, monster hunter!donghyuck

WORD COUNT. 4.3k

WARNINGS. cryptids and monsters, folklore, mentions of corpses, implied murder

TAGLIST. @moonlightjeno, @haikchoo-main, @adorablele

NOTES. read the warnings if you get confused

He’s here again.

The tall man with the pearl necklace who never actually purchases anything, to your dismay, and instead spends his time looking, only looking, at the same mounts over and over again before rushing away when you get close. You often catch him nodding and whispering to himself. Studying them, perhaps? Looking for imperfections that aren’t there.

You have half a mind to shove the mounted specimen into his hands and dare him to find a single fault. You pride yourself on being the best at what you do. And so you find yourself walking up behind him, silent steps on porcelain floor. “Hello!”

The man startles, broken out of his stupor, turning around with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows. A timid smile fast replaces the look on his face, and he greets you in a hushed voice, "Hello."

"May I help you with something?"

"Oh, I'm just… looking around," the man says. He shakes out his hair and glances at the mounts, eyes flitting over them one by one. The smell of dried, pressed marigolds wafts through the air – a sweet floral scent with a bitter edge.

"Are you looking for anything specific?"

"I – I wanted to start collecting,” he says after a while, glancing at you before his gaze wanders away once more. “I'm afraid I haven't really thought past that…"

"Well, that's alright. Easily remedied," you nod, offering a smile you hope seems understanding. "Do you know what it is you’d like to start collecting?”

The man stands and stares at you with a blank look. Moments pass without the sound of the man’s voice and so you suggest, “Birds? Insects?”

You laugh at the face the man makes at your last suggestion. “A clear no for the insects, then.”

“Uh, well – I’d like a mount for my living room,” the man tries for a smile – bashful, sweet –, taking his hands out of his pocket. He clasps his hands together and tilts his head up to the ceiling, looking lost in thought before he catches himself and continues, “Something classy? Majestic? Something to make it less … empty.”

“I certainly have plenty that fit these conditions,” you smile, finding something oddly endearing in the way the man behaves himself.

You beckon for him to follow and begin walking toward the collection of your larger mounts, leaving the man to trail after. Though much unlike your usual clients, there have been few like him who have come to your shop without knowing what it is they want – typically the ones who walk out empty-handed. It’s not something that bothers you, but you’re determined to end this one differently.

The man stays silent as you begin to provide advice on the variety of mounts that would best suit his needs and expectations.

“And these… are sourced ethically?”

You blink, baring teeth in a wide smile. “Of course! I have different sources for all the specimens I work on.” You turn around, gesturing to all the different mounts and figures displayed around you. “Hunters, of course. Veterinarians, Animal Control, and the local Pet Store often donate as well – strays, pets that have passed away, and animals who cannot be re-released."

The man nods, mouth shaped in an ‘O’ as he listens to your usual spiel to clients who come concerned, asking the very same. ‘Ethical Taxidermy’ is a label you find as humorous as it is ill-defined, slapped on difficult work to make more appealing. It’s not something you’re innocent nor repentant of when it comes to the business you truly want to run.

"Better off here, wouldn’t you agree?” you tilt your head. “Better off taken care of, preserved to look as they had when alive, rather than thrown in the garbage or cremated.”

“Given a second life,” the man murmurs, looking straight back at you, unafraid to meet your eye.

A smile graces your lips, pleased. “That’s right.”

Silence ensues – strange, but not entirely uncomfortable. When the man averts his gaze, turning his attention back to the array of mounts he’s seen time and time before, you take the opportunity presented to you. You rake your eyes over raven hair and olive skin, a Greek nose, and full lips, rosy and dampened by a quick flash of tongue. Eye the patterned scarf, silk and expensive, draped over long limbs dressed in a brown sweater and a pink button-down, and the white pearls adorning his ears and hanging from his neck. It’s something out of a magazine – the way the man dresses.

“It’s an incredible collection you have,” the man remarks. He looks back at you with a curious gaze. “What has been your most extraordinary project to date?”

It’s not a difficult question to answer.

“An ongoing one at the moment,” you say, thinking fondly of the mount that waits for you behind closed doors. “A long, repetitive, arduous procedure that I continue to better my abilities with.”

The room stays quiet. You do not say more and the man strangely does not ask. You look back into dark brown eyes and smile, strangely aware of the beat of your heart.

Moments pass after moment until the silence is broken. “Which would you recommend?” he asks. “Out of all the mounts?”

“Generally, I would recommend starting small if you don’t know where to begin. Work your way up to bigger mounts. But if you have no personal preference and merely want something big – something that takes up a considerable amount of space in your living room without crowding it – I suppose it all depends on how large your living room is then.”

“Quite big,” the man says, nodding to himself. “Very big.”

“Then a bull moose, perhaps,” you say. You lead the man to where the mount stands; the proud being it is, and rightfully so. You’ve strived to keep it all in this portrayal – the confidence in its gait, the strength in its physicality, the pride in its abilities. “A majestic piece. Powerful. An incredible way to lessen the emptiness of a large room.”

You wait – wait until you’re rewarded with the words you want to hear.

“I’ll take it.”

You smile. “Perfect.” You’ve done this hundreds of times before – but this feels different. This man will be back, hasn’t even left yet, and you already find yourself looking forward to it all the same.

“I’ll need you to fill this out,” you tell him, when you’ve relocated to the counter and you’re handing him the formalities. “Your name, date of birth, the address you’d like me to deliver it to, and your signature, please.”

It’s a process as swift as it is quiet.

The bell rings when the man leaves your studio and you glance at the paper in your hands.

Park Jisung.

Jisung returns not even two weeks later and purchases another mount – a towering menace of a beauty that you had slaved on after Kun had brought it in nearly a year ago. One of the oldest mounts still left in your store, you’re almost sad to see it go. Almost.

You had seen him before he came in – watched him bumble in his patterned scarf, pearl necklace strung neatly on his neck, pausing right before he pulled the door open. The bell had rung and you smiled from your desk, bright and wide.

“Here for another?”

Jisung had nodded, a sheepish smile on his lips, and it was all too easy for you to lead him to your biggest mounts.

Jisung naturally gravitates to your bigger mounts, looking for more to make his space less empty he says. Make it comfortable, make it occupied.

It’s all Jisung will consider seriously, all he’ll consider with the intention of actually taking it off your hands. Naturally, you disagree; reasons with him that smaller specimens can have a mighty presence too, when displayed correctly.

(Jisung takes home a box that visit, a golden hamster inside that you find Jisung bears a resemblance to. You find out later on that Jisung keeps it in his bedroom and is elated.)

It becomes a routine. You see the passing months in pieces, but standing front and center of your mind is this: Jisung returning with his bottomless pockets of money and simply buying another creature, another mount – whatever he likes like it’s nothing to him. Thousands spent, tens of thousands spent, all on finished works, but he comes back, intervals never longer than a dozen days.

“These can’t all be for your living room,” you remark one day, watching as Jisung signs away thousands of dollars yet again.

“It’s not,” Jisung says easily, not even bothering to look up. “I’ve emptied out a room for them.”

You stare until Jisung meets your eyes and you laugh, suddenly breathless. You tell Jisung to show you a picture the next time he comes back, but Jisung merely shakes his head.

“You should see it in person,” Jisung says. “It’s better in person.”

Your heart thuds, and you smile, “I’ll wait for your invitation.”

Change comes in a quiet voice, thinly veiled curiosity asked in a voice that’s grown so familiar you don't register it at first.

It's a simple question – but it changes everything, that much is clear.

“How do I commission a specific creature?”

“Usually, you’d have to pick a hunter first,” you say. “Commission the kill and then instruct them to bring the corpse to me.”

“Oh.”

You glance at him, wandering back and forth, unable to stand still, from mount to mount like he hasn’t seen these a dozen times by now. “Which would you like?” you ask, tilting your head. You place your pen down and lean back into your chair. “I have friends who can hunt it for you.”

Jisung looks back at you. There's a moment of prolonged silence and you observe the way Jisung lowers his gaze to the ground and blinks – the way his eyes glaze over like he’s gone somewhere else entirely. He walks back to the counter slowly, meets your eyes slowly. It takes a while for Jisung to communicate what he wants. “I want something so special I believe only you would be able to provide.”

“Flattering,” you say, eyebrow raised and a smile pulling at your lips. “I won’t do it for free despite that.”

Jisung doesn’t hesitate with his answer. “I’ll pay whatever amount you’d like.”

“What is it then?”

Jisung blinks – opens his mouth, then shuts it. “Cryptids,” he says. “I’d like to commission a cryptid mount.”

It’s hard to ignore the spark that crackles inside your stomach after Jisung utters his request. The ceiling lights feel a little stronger, white and bright and casting shadows on Jisung’s face. Angular lines on the essence of youth.

“And if I told you I don’t do them?”

Jisung’s face stays carefully blank. “Then I would ask you to forget I ever asked.”

You laugh. Shaking your head, you comb a hand through your hair as you stand from your seat. “Cryptid mounting isn’t illegal here, Jisung. Looked down upon, sure. But it’s never really done by the people who matter, is it?”

It's endearing to you – the way Jisung ducks his head, skirting the statement he could've easily known through some research, skirting the question he already knows the answer to. You don’t wait for an answer Jisung won't provide. You turn around; Jisung follows.

The cryptid room is bigger though less filled, with a higher ceiling to accommodate for the towering heights the creatures have. You look back at Jisung who looks around, eyes brimming with the sort of wonder you would argue one could only see in a child.

“Not your first time seeing one?”

“No,” Jisung shakes his head. “No, my parents kept one on display in our living room as I grew up.”

“I see,” you say. “What was it, exactly?”

“A Baku.”

“Dream-eaters,” you note. Common then, rarer now, after all the hunting history and folklore have put it through. You’ve never mounted a Baku before. “Did it work?”

Jisung makes a face, pressing his hands to his cheeks, eyes still trained on the exhibit, jumping from creature to creature. His voice comes out distracted. “Hm? Not really.”

“Is that what established the curiosity?”

“I suppose so.”

The answer comes in a voice bordering absentminded, so you leave it at that, letting him pace the room and explore the options he's been presented.

“I’ll take this one,” Jisung points to a Wendigo you’d mounted months before you ever approached Jisung, abandoned by its original buyer after seeing the sheer size of it. “Along with the commission.”

You smile, thinking of the present that came alongside it.

"A what?"

"A Katshituashku," you drawl into your phone, dragging every syllable out. Donghyuck is seated, in what you would guess is the little gas station at the corner of Main and Seventh, toying with the straw in his drink. You see Jaemin in the background and consider sending him a wave before he disappears from the frame entirely.

"No, shut up, I heard you the first time," Donghyuck says, a scowl pulling at his lips. He looks up from his drink, “A Katshituashku?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, that’s –” Donghyuck pauses. The interest on his face is evident; taking down a Katshituashku would make for great publicity, near invincible as it is, only wounded through the soles of its feet. You already know the answer before Donghyuck says it. “Where?”

“How would I know? That’s your job.”

Donghyuck rolls his eyes and sets his drink aside. “Sorry I assumed the buyer knew where what he wanted was?”

You sigh, “He mentioned Maine?”

“How much?”

“For free.”

Donghyuck reaches out and grabs his phone from whatever it’s leaning on, shoving his face closer to the camera. He narrows his eyes, “I’m hanging up.”

“Have you ever known me to be a cheapskate?” you huff. “Do it quickly and you can name whatever price you want, yes?”

Donghyuck lights up, well aware that you would give him whatever amount he asks for – if kept reasonable. He grins and salutes you through his screen, “Whatever you say goes, boss man.”

You text Jisung as soon as it arrives.

The body was delivered today. You can come see it, if you’re free.

Jisung shows up in record time.

You don't know why you ask, but the words come easy, like it's been sitting on your tongue for years, waiting to be said at that exact moment. "Would you like to watch?"

Jisung stills, looking at you with wide eyes. "I'm sorry?"

"Would you like to watch me work on your commission?" you cock your head to the side. "You can come whenever you’d like to. If you have nothing else to do, that is."

“I’d love to!” he beams, clasping his hands together akin to a prayer. “To stay and watch, please.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a job? Matters to attend to?”

“Not one that expects me too much.”

"A strange job. Or the ideal one. If you're earning enough to be buying as many mounts as you are." You purse your lips. “Stay where I can see you. Peripheral or central vision. I don’t like people wandering around my workshop without my knowledge.”

Shifting from one foot to the other, Jisung tugs at the ends of his clothes, nodding at every word that comes out of your mouth.

“Most importantly – do not distract me,” you warn him, wagging your finger at the taller man. “Else it is your commission quality on the line.”

The smile on Jisung's face is brighter and warmer than any bonfire you’ve ever set.

Jisung proves capable of following your simple rule the first few weeks, only asking his burning questions once you’ve put down your tools and seated yourself beside him for a break.

“Isn’t it limiting?”

“What is?”

“Not opening during business hours. Being open six hours a day, only three days a week limits your market reach.”

You shrug. It’s always worked for you. More time to dedicate to the crafting process, more to maximize productivity. “I reach the people I want to reach. Friends, friends of friends.” People who can afford it. People who can and have no problem ignoring the illegal aspects that could come with the practice, you leave unsaid.

“You’re one of the only ones who come to visit my lonely little store, anyway. Most customers don’t personally come to the shop,” you continue. “They call, they email, they make the order and put in a deposit. Then I ship the mount when I’m finished.”

Jisung keeps quiet. Stays in his place, in the corner of your eye, and absentmindedly traces the wood grain of the table. His eyes never seem to leave you. Not until you look back.

“I’m not in it for the money,” you say, after a long stretch of silence. God knows you have enough.

“I know,” Jisung says, a small smile on his face. “Otherwise you’d be charging me for this commission a whole lot more.”

Jisung leaves and you finally get to work on what you’ve been looking forward to all week.

A present from Donghyuck. A burden lifted from Donghyuck.

You open another door to Mark’s smiling face and take in the cool air that greets your face. You sigh – deep, anticipatory. Content.

Mark is smiling at you, and so you smile back, wide and full, eager to keep Mark at his best.

“I almost thought you were on display.”

You look up from what you’re doing and stare at Jisung, sitting straight and proper from where he observes. “What did you say?”

“I almost thought it was you on display,” Jisung leans forward onto the table in front of him, “So focused. Unmoving. Beautiful.”

“You should be,” Jisung murmurs, nodding to himself, and you watch the way his eyes rake over your face, the way he stares and so unabashedly meets your eyes with an indecipherable intensity. Something close to wonder. Something close to desire.

“Jisung-ah,” you say and imagine yourself standing from your seat. Walking over to Jisung and bending him over the table he’s leaning on. Jisung would let you. You know that much.

“Yes?”

“Be quiet.”

When Jisung leaves, You stay in your workshop and stare at the closed door leading to the cold room. Stare until your breath deepens and your heart rate rises.

I almost thought it was you on display.

You find that you don’t dislike the thought of it at all.

You could be. In another world. Created by the very few hands you trust. You would be a beautiful mount – Jisung’s mount – situated in his living room, his study, his bedroom. Wherever Jisung would want to place you.

Like Mark.

The first and only time Jisung breaks your rule is at your own instruction.

It comes with a cost.

“Jisung-ah?”

No answer.

You sigh, pressing your lips into a frustrated frown. “Jisung, I need those tools now.”

How long does it take to retrieve a honing steel and a simple sanding stick? Still, you receive no answer. You shudder, feeling the brush of cool air on your skin. Did Jisung open a window?

“Jisung-ah, what in the world are you doing –”

Then, you look back and see the door to the wrong room open, feeling your heart drop from your chest. The drag of your chair echoes loudly through the room, scraping against porcelain tiles. You reach for the shaving knife on the next table and wrap your fingers around it with a vicelike grip, taking tentative steps toward the opened room.

Mark has always been the most dominating presence in a room. It extends to death, still the center of attention, situated in your cold room. Jisung is transfixed.

Something ugly blooms inside your chest, a bitter flower full of thorns.

“So this is why Mark hyung’s body hasn’t been found,” Jisung says when you step into the room. “Everyone assumes he’s just been eaten by something. Flesh stripped to the bone.”

Jisung takes a step closer, and you watch as he tilts his head and begins circling the mount with a blank look on his face.

You grip the tool at hand a little tighter, and imagine what Jisung would look like – head bashed in, flesh and bone drenched in red, a face once so handsome unrecognizable to the human eye. A shame, really.

Or perhaps you’ve earned a new addition to your growing collection.

“He looks so,” Jisung pauses, lips pressing together in a tight line. “Preserved.”

“You captured his smile so well—” Jisung laughs softly and you do not know what to make of it. It’s not what you’ve expected, not what you’ve daydreamed or dreaded during those few sleepless nights.

You don’t know what you expected.

“This is embalming, isn’t it?” Jisung asks. The smile on his face is still the same – as good and as pure as you’ve ever seen on his lips. “How long does it take you? How often? Do you do it by yourself?”

“Get out.”

Jisung reaches for you, a kind, excited look in his eye that must betray what you imagine he must truly be feeling. “Y/N, it’s –”

“Get the fuck out of my store before I change my mind, Jisung,” you snap.

Jisung pulls his hands back and looks at you, taking a step back. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks at you – a graveyard in his mouth, filled with all the words you won’t let him say.

It’s a terrible decision that hits you full force in the stomach once Jisung disappears from sight.

Jisung doesn’t come back the next day. Or the next week. Or the week after that.

The shop feels emptier, colder. Mark’s family do not come barging in, looking for their son’s dead body, still whole and preserved, like you had intended to keep.

You continue working on the commission during the day and scream your frustration into your room during the night.

Jisung returns twenty-three days later, an hour before closing times.

You see him before he comes in, in his brown sweater and pearl earrings, pulling at the door with the certainty that he’d grown into all those months ago.

It’s too easy, inviting him back into your workshop. Too easy, falling back into old habits.

“How did you get his body?”

You evade the question and throw one of your own. “You knew him?”

“Our families are friends.”

“And were you?”

“I looked up to him,” Jisung shrugs. “I wanted to be a hunter like him – and his whole family before him, I suppose – when I was younger.”

“But?”

“My parents forbade it.”

You hum as you prepare the mold, carving muscles and veins into place one after the other. You’re making good time – further along than you had expected to be at this point. “Well, it’s a good thing they did. You’d likely fall on your weapon before even spotting the cryptid.”

“I wouldn’t fall on my weapon at all!” Jisung makes an offended sound, plump lips pursed into a pout before you send him a look that reminds him of his volume. He slouches, curling into himself before murmuring, “I’d just need training. I could’ve been a hunter if I’d gotten some.”

"Maybe." You could see it. Bloodstains on hunter's clothes, dried mud on leather boots, lethality at hand. You glance at Jisung, pressing your lips together. “You could’ve.”

“We might’ve met earlier if I had become one,” Jisung muses.

"You could still be one," you say. "Then I'd have you hunt for me."

“Was Mark your first?”

A face flashes before your eyes – striking features complemented by delicateness; sharp eyes and full lips with a captivating draw. The first. The failure. The reason why you started.

So significant then, now a muddled memory you struggle to hold on to by a loose thread. A corpse in the ground that you’ll forever regret.

You try to smile. Was Mark your first? Of course not. First victory? First triumph? Perhaps, you could say that. It’s not perfection yet, but it’s the closest you’ve gotten by far. But to get to even this level of mediocrity, you needed practice, you needed failure – as all great artists do. “What do you think?”

“No.”

“There you go.”

Moments after moments pass. You don’t need to look up from your work to know that Jisung is staring. He always is. You don’t ever want him to look away.

“Could I see him again?”

You close your eyes, pausing your work and hovering your file over the foam. “Jisung –”

“Please,” comes the plea, “Just for a moment.”

Jisung has a way of slipping through defenses, a way of pushing through the rifts with glittering eyes and quiet pleas.

Or perhaps you simply let him.

Walking inside the cold room with an audience to something you’d never meant to have on display just yet is disconcerting.

Not as it had weeks before. But unsettling nevertheless.

It's not ready. Not perfect. Not worth presenting to someone you want to show nothing less than magnificence to.

But Jisung seems to think otherwise.

"Have I mentioned how much I love your work?" Jisung turns back to face you and smiles widely. There’s something in his eyes that washes a wave of warmth all over your body. It's admiration. Devotion.

Slowly, sweetly, you smile back and tilt your head. “No, I don’t think you have.”

Black loafers click against porcelain tiles as Jisung walks towards you, closer and closer, until you see nothing but kind eyes and full lips. The air smells like marigolds and you draw in a deep breath.

“Y/N,” Jisung says.

Mark’s watching as you reach up, cold fingertips on warm skin, cupping Jisung’s cheek. Jisung sighs, deep, content, and presses closer, closing his eyes.

“Y/N,” he says again.

Inhale. Exhale. A breath of warm air against your lips.

Jisung will make the journey with you.

The journey to perfection.

#bjnet #nct dream #nct #park jisung #nct dream angst #nct dream scenarios #jaemin #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #nct dream fanfic #haechan #mark lee

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chempack · 4 months ago

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how freaked out would my ocs be by weird* wasteland cuisine (ant meat, mole rat meat, radroach, iguana, etc)

keagan: 2/10, not very. he grew up in a fairly small town that had their own farm to live off of, so he didnt typically eat 'weird' stuff growing up and as a kid he heard stories about it and went 'ewww!' while the adults chuckled good naturedly. plus hes a wanderer and has often had to make do with whatever he scrounges up while exploring, and he knows now that it really isnt that bad (if u know how to cook). still doesnt trust that vendor in freeside

edith: 5/10. she grew up prewar when half these things didnt exist, but she also grew up on a farm in buttfuck pennsylvania and she gets that times are tough (and lbr she was eating mud and worms as a kid). she does think its really weird when she first leaves the vault tho and still doesnt like the taste of most of it later on. there was a while when she first left where she was just barely eating from a combination of "holy shit my entire family is dead my baby is missing the world ended" and "my only options are lizard stew or 200 year old cereal. No Thank U."

charlie: 8/10 he thinks its insane. he genuinely thinks people are joking with him at first and gets mad about it. he refuses to eat insect meat. he also tried to refuse basically anything other than brahmin for a while but quickly succumbed to the hunger. he grew up in a vault with literally no dirt and only occasional radroaches, he thinks bugs are disgusting and cant imagine eating one. also i doubt the vault tec education system included anything about different types of meat

*aside from being radiated and often huge versions of real animals these arent actually weied to eat, my ocs are just white people in 50s society and/or post-apocalyptic america and think only insane end-of-the-world circumstances could lead to people eatinf these

#chemtalks #sole survivor: edith #lone wanderer: charlie #courier: keagan #fallout 4 #fnv

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myers-meadow · 7 months ago

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If Haarlep were to become genuinely romantically involved with a mortal, then what would that relationship look like? Would the incubus be jealous or possessive of their partner? Would there be any expectations for exclusivity? Would it be a 'We can sleep with other people, but we are romantically exclusive' kind of situation?

Good question! This is gonna be a long answer, because I just can't shut up <3

There's some lore that I know of that says devils can have cravings for affection, the way mortals do, and that feeling is stronger the closer they are to being humanoid? Something like that at least, but I'm FAR from an expert on lore - i just write silly fics. Anyway, incubi and succubi are closer to humanoid shape, than those insect devils or any else that I have seem some art of. Affection is not the same as love, but it doesn't have to be for it to still be meaningful and fulfilling. I mean, maybe animals can't love, but if that 'mrew' the cat does while jogging up to the door when the owner comes home, isn't love, it at least is enough for me, and enough to make me happy. Those ramblings out of the way,,

Exclusivity... I don't think there's anything like that in the relationship, at least not in the ones my Tav/ocs have with him. Haarlep needs to sleep with others, and corrupt mortals, to feed and live a satisfactory life. I don't know how much or how often they need to feed, but I do think that the appetite could be quite insatiable - give a finger, they take a hand type situation? I mean that, if you give them free reign to feed on you, you may just render yourself fucked out and comatose for a good while 😅.

As for exclusivity on Tav/reader's side... Depends on what they want, too, of course. Possessiveness can be quite hot in fics, so I do enjoy writing it,,, Haarlep, as a devil, is probably selfish enough not to want others to play with his toys. Still, he is understanding of having needs, desires, hunger; especially when you two are apart for a longer time.

Romantically exclusive is a good word for it, maybe. I do see Haarlep and Tav both making comments along the lines of "you better not do this with others", or "you're the only one I ever want to do this with", about bathing together, washing each others hair and body, sensual massages, breakfasts in bed, etc etc. Still, with the descriptions of the narrator of the scene ("every kiss is a lie of true love"), Haarlep deals in mortal affection and love, it's part of his game to lure mortals in so he can feed. So it may be hard to have defined boundaries around this.

Then there is the option, of the Haarlep/Tav/Raphael polycule <3. So then exclusivity is yet another thing to discuss. The vibe I get from Raphael would be that he likes to share much less than Haarlep does - he may even make a rule stating you cant fuck Haarlep while they're in another form than Raphael's. It's still up to you whether you keep to that rule or not, of course. What Raphael doesn't know, can't harm him <3 😊

On a more light-hearted note (half-joking about these), to me a relationship with Haarlep would include;

talking shit about Raphael together

telling him 'i love you' when he's balls deep inside/when you're balls deep inside

and saying it again while you're cuddling after, slick with sweat

rummaging through Raphael's archive, messing up his orderly poetry collection.....

Haarlep is tender and loving and everything you've ever wanted... and he makes sure you stay with him for as long as he wishes you to be, so that he gets to enjoy you and your adoration of him.

exploring new hobbies together, maybe something artistic, and I'm sure Haarlep has enough knowledge about sex positions that him teaching you would keep you busy for months on end.

late nights talking together while laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, tails coiled together but otherwise not touching (is too hot)

ALL of the infernal gossip

being a menace in Raphael's life. Just. Overall.

Later on, after I've written the fics I'm working on and have a better grasp on how I see his character, I'd like to explore Haarlep as someone outside of Raphael's realm of influence. But that's for another day!

xoxo Meadow

#ask #anon #stray cat anon #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 haarlep #haarlep #haarlep headcanons

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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Wednesday prompt: necromancy

Oh this was fun! Thank you for the prompt I hope you enjoy!

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All around them the whisper woods sing secrets and Magnus strains against his bonds. They won’t hold him, not for much longer but it may be long enough, which is what the seelies are counting on.

Magnus’ magic is an aching hole like he’s never felt before and his heart is a crater where a star fell and lost its light.

There is nothing Magnus can do with the magic they have bound, but they have not chained all of him.

Magnus reaches into the deepest, darkest parts of his soul. The place where Edom rots and flourishes in a cycle that never ends.

There are no allies here for Magnus and his beloved, the plants, animals and insects all obey the queen.

But where there was once life, there will be death and Magnus stares at the man he loves as Alexander's body is strung up by the branches of a weeping willow.

Magnus breathes out until there is nothing in his lungs and then he hums.

It’s a deep reverberating sound, but it’s not loud.

Not yet.

:readmore:

It echoes, again and around until the ground is shaking with it and the first crack of the earth is what they notice.

A large elk, white bones and empty eye sockets filled with the flames of Edom emerges, gets to its creaking legs and then charges.

Vines try to grab it but the ground smolders and burns beneath its hooves and the plants that wrap around it writhe and rot as soon as they touch. Two snakes, a wolf and a bear crawl out to join it as it lowers its head and impales the seelie daring to touch Alexander.

It rears, pawing the air and lifting the screaming seelie high on its antlers before slamming back into the ground and charging forward.

When it backs up, stamping its hooves before it charges another enemy, the seelie is as dead as is the tree it is pinned against.

The snakes climb the willow as the other skeletons attack, their bones slithering and clacking as they curl up the trunk and down the vines, rotting them until Alexander collapses.

The wolf is near, teeth and mandible stained an eerie, dark red with viscous chunks dripping off. It lopes to Magnus’ heart and Alexander collapses onto it.

He does not burn or rot and the wolf brings him to Magnus.

A paw touches the tree Magnus is bound against and the growling skull of a great cat bites and gnashes until the wards and array are fading, their energy stolen by death.

He’s free just in time to grab Alexander as he slides off a slope of rattling bones and falls into Magnus.

“You okay?” Alexander asks, hoarse and drugged but still alive, still Magnus’.

“Alexander!” It’s meant to be a chide but it comes out a harsh sob and Magnus crushes Alexander to him as everything rots and burns and screams around him. Because of course his boy would ask him that, when it was Alexander about to die.

The song of the woods no longer whispers. It is screaming a frenzied howl of pain and Magnus laughs to hear it.

How dare they. How dare all of them.

Magnus is going to find every single being involved and he’s going to rot their souls until they are even less than the creatures he has called from death.

Around him, half-rotted corpses and once sun-bleached bones stained now with the age of decades below dirt, continue to rise.

They are all creatures and all brutal in their intelligence and instincts.

They hunt as one, a hive mind connected to Magnus, fulfilling his every command.

Magnus lets his laugh die down to a smirk and he presses it in a soft, adoring kiss to Alexander’s sweat and blood soaked hair.

Magnus isn’t leaving until Alexander's stable and he’s not stopping his rampage until they leave. With his own magic he summons protection wards and shields and two dozen other spells that would take twenty warlocks to normally cast a single spell.

He’s shaking by the end but it’s not from exhaustion — the life he’s devouring has him full and bursting with magic — it’s because all he can see is the heartbreak in Alexander's eyes as they dragged him away.

Heartbreak because he thought he was going to die, heartbreak because he was going to leave Magnus, heartbreak for Magnus, who would be left to suffer his loss.

“Sayang.” Magnus says and rage is an inferno within him as Alexander smiles wanely him. That his boy is so weak is a testament to how hard he fought when they took Magnus down first. How the trap had been for both, but to use each against the other.

It is never going to happen again, Magnus will not allow it to.

“Magn’s.” He’s told happily, like Alexander isn’t still drugged and bleeding. Like the seelies weren’t about to sacrifice him in a ritual to power their wards in front of Magnus. Like everything is alright now that Magnus is holding him.

“I have you, darling.” Magnus promises and he presses his brow to Alexander, “they’ll suffer, I promise you that.”

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #malec #alec lightwood #immortal husbands #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #lumine writes #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #shadowhunters au

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teardew · 9 months ago

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im thinking about making a patreon because i .. uh .. i cant justify drawing for myself anymore and its killing me lmao

it takes me really long to draw so any time i hav should be spent on comms... iv been trying to fight off burnout by drawing things i like inbetween commissions like that sv anatomy practice and vampire/werewolf mngling was just for me but it still ended up setting me behind schedule because i had to rest my eyes and wrist afterward. but not only that i also wanna like. make a lot more things ...

like i wanna do animal, insect, architectural, jewelry studies and fashion and character design explorations and try designing icon packs and branch out trying embroidery with mixed media and clothes making and get into making like 3d things with clay and soft sculptures. i wanna make historical fashion coloring books with việt phục and fashion zines ...

also theres a lot of stuff i dont post bc im not sure if anyone would be interested in all the design concepts and notes i had for example the homestuck dreamer outfits or the various sha hualing designs and sketches i had before getting to the thing i posted? like i hav a bunch of different sqh outfit and hair designs but theyr more clothing based and not detailed character/face art ...

idk !! it sounds like an excuse. its like, who cares just post it ! i know i shouldnt value my art by the amount of numbers i get from posting on social media and i dont mostly but its kinda unavoidable ? to me ? i know i only post fanart and ppl follow me for that and its not a bad thing ! being realistic i just dont think anybody but me would be interested in it ??

i dont know. god. i dont know what this post is about. ''i dont think anybody would be interested in the things i really wanna make'' but im thinking about making a patreon for things i really wanna make anyway because thats the only way i can justify it is if i can profit off it in some way. i dont really want to, but with my financial circumstances i dont know. i never wanted to make my livelihood off my art. i dont even consider or call myself an ''artist'' really, i just want to MAKE art

i dont know why i still cant find a steady job after 5 months applying to everything and its making me miserable. its embarassing, they say to be persistent with jobs but calling and even walking in to check on applications and watching employers awkwardly try to turn me away without just flat out telling me no even though none of them hire me is an exercise in public humiliation. how bad do you want a job? bad enough to make a fool of myself with nothing to show for it. and i want to make art for myself to cope but it takes too much time and time is money

maybe this post is about my art anxiety under capitalism. i dont know

i think im safe enough now to admit my friends gofundme i was posting about months ago about helping their friend escape their abusive household was actually my gofundme because i was worried about them finding out and preventing me from leaving or internet stalking me afterwards. i did hav a scare when i got a phone call i thought was from my brother but ended up being a police officer, whos my mother's friend ...

but anyways. me admitting this is just to give context that. i ran hundreds of miles away from financial security and everything i ever knew and im still struggling to find steady income nearly half a year later. i just dont understand what im doing wrong. is it my name? is it because im not from here? iv been working continuously ever since i could legally my resume isnt BAD. am i just stupid? should i have just tried to make peace with my lot in life?

i thought getting away from my family would let me be in a better place to create more art, thats one of the things i was so excited about but this feels just as stressful as when i was the only earner supporting my family during covid. i just want a stable job so i can make art. i dont want making art to be my Job. i dont want to be a ''starving artist'' begging for people to care about my art i just want to make art. but fuck i dont know how to sustain any of this

sorry for this mess. insurance is different out here and i havnt been able to find a psych either so its not like i can talk about this in therapy instead of venting on my art blog. all my life i wanted to make things without the fear of it all being destroyed. the main reason i havnt branched out from illustrations is because its entirety can be saved digitally even if its physically ruined. my sketchbooks were thrown away or ripped apart by my family either from carelessness or anger to hurt me but now that im finally enough safe to have them again or make something i can hold in my hands without the fear that someone will come in break it and make me clean up its corpse i cant afford it

i dont know what to do. is it worth it? is making art worth it? i mean. its worth the rent this month. and i still love drawing god this is probably bad for business because i dont want people to feel bad for commissioning me or anything but not to be dramatic why does it feel like im fucking dying

#long post #i keep trying but idk why tumblr wont let me put this under a read more im sorry

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