#like most Kets i figure ;)

[feykiller]

Back to my @shepherds-of-haven bullshit, this time I'm creating non-MC ocs 😉 this is Kian, a Ket underground ring fighter you meet sometime as you wonder around Haven, killing demons and whatnot. Say hi?

[graciegoeskrazy]

and too much racket

matty healy + teen!daughter!r (ft. george)

warnings: r does drugs!!!, nothing in graphic detail, mentions of mattys addiction, yelling, crying, shit ending but cute?

a/n: mention of a specific drug that starts with a k that i can’t fully say so inside the street name cuz i don’t want tumblr banning me even do its weird cuz they block my angstyfluffy healy things but there’s litteral prn on thier site anywhooooooo im a lover not a fighter. thx to anon who requested! had to do research cuz ive never done drugs aeha

The house was quiet. He was anticipating another night alone in the house while you were out with friends. The silence was broken by the sound of a call. He snatched up the phone and answered it immediately. 9 times out of 10 it was just you checking in or saying hi.

“Hi, baby. Everything okay?”

“Mr. Healy?” The voice on the other end was hesitant, unsure. Most importantly, it wasn’t yours.

“Kate? Where’s y/n?” The worry in his voice intensified, his mind racing through all the possible scenarios.

“Mr. Healy, we’re getting ready to drop y/n off. Are you home?”

“Yeah. Why? Is she okay? Is she that drunk?” He laughed a little at the thought. He knew you liked to drink on occasion and sometimes even use weed and he was usually fine with it as long as you were being safe and called when you needed him. He always said he would drop anything in a heartbeat.

“No, she’s not drunk. She’s...high...on something that...isn’t weed.” Kate’s words hung heavily in the air, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

“What? What was it, Kate? You can tell me.” His voice was laced with confusion and urgency.

“I don’t know. She left the room awhile ago, said she was going to the bathroom, but when she came back she was clearly on something. Something a lot stronger.”

“Oh god.” He ran a hand through his hair, his mind spinning.

“Somebody said she had mentioned Ket, but I don't know where she would’ve gotten it? We don’t do that type of stuff—I barely drink!” Kate’s voice cracked, the fear and confusion palpable.

“I know, I know, Kate. It’s gonna be okay. Where is she now?” He forced himself to stay calm. He could tell your friend was starting to panic even more.

“She’s asleep in the car. We just left.” Her voice softened, the exhaustion and worry evident.

“Alright, bring her here. Drive carefully. We’ll figure this out.”

As the call ended he sent frantic texts to the only other people who he knew loved you almost as much as he loved you, begging them to come over. George, residing the closest, knocked on the door not even 10 minutes later, worried about the vague text Matty sent. Ross came in not long after, with Adam, Carly, Charli, and Jamie all trailing from behind. He explained everything he knew, and before they knew it a knock sounded at the door.

—————

Your heart pounded as you stepped out of the car, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. You couldn't believe Kate had brought you here, to your own house. You barely remembered getting in the car. Now - you were wide awake. "You brought me to my house?!" Your voice shook with disbelief.

Kate, her face a mask of concern, tried to reach out to you. "It’s for your own good, Y/n. We called your dad, he’s gonna help—"

Your eyes widened in horror, and she took a step back in fear. "You called my DAD?!?!"

Kate flinched at the volume, "We were just trying to help, Y/n."

"Well, just stay out of it—" You shot back, voice breaking.

The front door swung open, and Matty stood there, his face set in a grim expression. "Y/N," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Living room. Now."

You felt a surge of defiance but knew better than to argue with your father when he was in this state. "Dad—"

"Now," Matty repeated, his voice stern.

With a final, furious glance at Kate, you stormed past her and into the house.

Kate’s eyes filled with tears as she confronted your father, filled with worry and guilt. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Healy! I should have kept a closer eye on her-”

“It’s not your fault, Kate. We’ll get through this.” He managed a small, reassuring smile before turning his attention back to y/n.

Matty followed her inside, closing the door behind him with a heavy thud.

You were met with most of your aunts and uncles as soon as you walked in, mentally groaning and rolling your eyes. The room is tense. You glance around, taking in the faces of family and friends, all summoned by your father. Their presence only amplifies your frustration. You turned to your father as soon as you heard his familiar footsteps grow closer.

“You called everyone?!” you exclaim.

Matty’s expression is stern, unyielding. “We need help with this one, babe”

“Oh my god— I got high one time. I need some water and Advil, not a fucking intervention,” you retort.

“Sit down,” Matty commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, you drop onto the couch, your arms crossed in defiance. Matty takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “Weed and a couple of Trulys are one thing, y/n, but this?!”

You roll your eyes, a gesture that seems to cut through the tension like a knife. It’s a bold move, especially aimed at your father. Even in your age of defiance, you never once dared to act like this in front of your father. He doesn’t flinch, his gaze piercing as he presses on. “Where’d you get it?” You shift uncomfortably, weighing your options. “Tell me. Now,”

You let out a resigned sigh. “A friend—”

“What friend?” Matty interrupts, his patience wearing thin.

“She was prescribed it for her anxiety or something,” you explain, trying to maintain some composure. “Now she’s just been dealing it to people.”

The room remains charged with tension, but a different kind now, more personal, more painful. You sit, feeling the weight of your father’s disappointment. The silence hangs heavily before Matty finally speaks again.

“Those girls were scared, y/n. You should’ve heard Kate; she was terrified! I could hear it in her voice,” Your dad says, his voice strained.

“She’s fine,” you reply dismissively.

Matty’s eyes narrow. “You better pray they forgive you.”

“Oh my god— it’s not that big of a deal!”.

“You scared the shit out of ’em, love!” Matty’s voice rises, echoing through the room.

“You think everything was fine after I quit? I lost friends, y/n. I almost lost every single person in this room, and I probably would’ve if I hadn’t gotten my act together.”

“Well, good for you. You’re doing so great now,” you retort sarcastically, the bitterness evident.

Matty’s expression shifts from anger to confusion. “I just don’t understand what caused you to act out like this?”

“Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree,” you shoot back, your voice trembling with barely contained emotion. He knew what you were referring to. They all did.

“Y/n!” George’s voice breaks the momentary silence, his tone a mix of shock and reprimand.

“Take it back,” Matty demands, his dangerous. “Take it back right now, y/n.”

“You can’t be that surprised, can you?” you challenge, meeting his gaze without a flinch..

“You heard of the things I went through!” Matty’s voice cracks, a raw edge to his words.

“Are you kidding? I fucking saw the things you went through! The things you put me through!” Your voice rises, the anger and pain you’ve held back for so long spilling out. “The nights you chose that shit over me! The weeks and months you left me with George because you were too high or too irresponsible to take care of me! Your daughter!”

The room goes silent. Matty’s face is a mix of guilt and helplessness, but it soon turns to anger. “Go upstairs,” Matty finally says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You stand up, your movements brisk and fast, and head towards the stairs. Each step feels like a mountain, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on you. As you reach your room, the door closes behind you with a soft click, cutting off the world outside.

—————

The next morning, you wake up to an empty house. Your father and George must have left early for the studio, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The silence is heavy, a stark contrast to the tension of the previous night. You sit on the edge of your bed, the events replaying in your mind, and decide to call George.

After a few rings, he picks up, voice chipper. “Well, look who’s up and out of her intoxicated state!”

You roll your eyes, though a small smile tugs at your lips. “I called to ask how your day was going, not to hear about my mistakes.”

“Awe, she cares!” George’s voice is teasing, but there’s warmth in it too.

“I always do,” you reply softly, the sincerity clear in your tone.

There’s a brief pause before George speaks again, his voice a bit more serious. “Your dad misses you. Won’t stop moanin’ and groanin’ about his girl.”

“You sure he’s not talking about another girl?” you ask.

George sighs. “You both said things you regret, babe. Fix it. Whatever is happening right now, it’s not worth it.”

“I know,” you admit, the guilt gnawing at you. “Thanks, George.”

“And if you ever do that tom-fuckery again, I will have your head in an old-fashioned guillotine.”

“Noted.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then you muster the courage to say, “I never said thank you for taking care of me then. So…thank you. For everything.”

George smiles a bit. “Just doing my duties as best uncle.”

“Hm.” You smile.

After hanging up, you sit quietly for a moment, absorbing the conversation. George’s words echo in your mind.

Later that day, you hear the familiar sound of the front door opening. Matty’s voice calls out, filled with tentative. “Baby girl? I’m home.”

You rush out from where you’ve been anxiously waiting, tears already streaming down your face. As soon as you see him, you crumble into his arms, mumbling through your sobs. “I’m sorry I mess up and I’m sorry for the things I said and the things I’ve done and I’m sorry you’re stuck with me and I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect kid but I really try to be and try to be that perfect kid for you and for everyone but it all just got a little much and I was trying to make things better and be an adult I guess and I got carried away and I’m sorry Daddy I’m just so sorry.”

He smiles, trying to hide his laugh at your words and ranting. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his voice soothing. “It’s gonna be fine, baby—”

“No it’s not,” you interrupt, your voice cracking with the weight of your guilt. “I messed up, I messed up bad. I made a mistake.”

“A mistake which you will never make again, correct?”

“I promise,” you whisper, your tears soaking into his shirt.

“Good. You’re not perfect, y/n. And thank god you’re not. Do you know how horrible I would feel if I had a perfect child? God, I could never keep up with you. You are smart and funny and so charismatic, and if it weren’t for you being my child, then you might have been perfect…” The tension starts easing. “But I don’t care,” Matty continues, his voice tender. “Because you are mine, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“I love you,” you say, your voice steadying as you look up at him.

“I love you most... but I will throw you in a river if you do that shit again,” Matty replies, a teasing glint in his eyes. Now, maybe, just maybe, healing can begin.

[novistarplanet]

I have another ask… if that’s alright

I need some JJK period comfort.

Possibly with: Nanami, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Toge

Thanks!

-Roaring

Sorry these took so long but noo your fine i needed some more ideas to write anyways !

ill add tags later

Period comfort with the jjk boys!

Nanami

As another cramp bursts through your body you cant help but to cry more into you side. As you shrivel your body deeper into a fetus position. 

Not only the pain was too much a to bare physical it was mentally too much. You and nanami have been trying for a while to conceive.

A coming of days ago you received a positive home testing answering y’all’s prayers until now your period came. You knew nanami would be upset even if he didn’t show it.

You were crying so much you didn’t even realize your husband sitting next to you on the bed soothing your back.

You couldn’t help but to mumble apologies but he stops you in your tracks and kisses your forehead.

“With child or not i am blessed to still have you”

Gojo

You boyfriend can be a goofy-ball most of the time…ALL THE TIME but this time your just not in the mood.

It was dark in your dorm a track of ocean waves play as you try to focus on studying and ignore the constant bangs against your stomach.

But suddenly your boyfriend busts in turning on the lights annoying you. You honestly couldn’t care least that Geto could eat 4 biscuits without water. As he ket talking and talking about nonsense you snapped at him.

you didn’t mean it no but sometimes you just want him to shut up. You knew he took the hint at the way his face fell and his talking came to a pause a moment of silence came and he left the room.

You honestly felt like an asshole. A asshole with stomach pain you notice the door slowly opening again with the figure of Gojo popping up.

“i know that your probably in a lot of pain right now and i got this for you” he reveals his hands showing an heating pad.

You too spent the next couple of hours ranting about who can eat the most biscuits

Yuji

Out of all the boys you knew Yuji was just the sweetest out there. Reminding you to eat when you been studying to much to tucking you into bed when you fell asleep in the car

This time was no different you two were out on a date when your period came. You didn’t expect it to come so soon but nevertheless you went to the bathroom and took care of it but what you didn’t really didn’t expect was the pain to come so quickly.

Yuji knew something was up the way your face twisted in pain each minute or so. You couldn’t even make it through your broccoli without having a death grip on your fork.

a series of questions came from yuji came from him each time he notices your face switching you brushed him off with each question. But after you dropped your fork you told him about your period.

after that he paid for the remaining balance for the food and too you too home. You spend the rest of the night wrapped in his arms with an heating pad on your belly.

Megumi

You and your boyfriend Megumi have been dating for a couple of months either of you spent the night over each other houses or done anything sexual.

To be fair he didn’t know anything about the female anatomy until now. You too were on face-time like always you just doing goofy things while Megumi just watch you and laugh it off.

He notice how your laughs came to a stop and how you were quick to turn your camera off and moaning loudly. Soon the call came to a end. He thought that he should just give you your privacy. but then again?? could he really?

in next 20 minutes he came with your favorite snacks to check up on you while you explain to him about periods and your body. The night ended with you too watching Love is blind.

[honourablejester]

Thinking about homebrew deities for ttrpgs, I’ve been pondering deities that are not default humanoid. A while back I made a post about D&D 5e’s version of Spelljammer, where the Astral Sea is littered with the corpses of dead gods, and I posited what some of those vast corpses might look like:

“These are the deities of a thousand worlds and a thousand species and a thousand forgotten realms. They might look like anything. Shaped by the echoes of the god’s nature and its domains and its species. The dead sea god that looks like a vast alien whale, whose gut is filled with strange waters and strange creatures, and into whose belly the party must venture. A forgotten deity of knowledge whose vast skull now contains a calcified, crystalline ‘library’ with aeons of knowledge written in light onto spun fibres of crystal. A deity of madness, darkness and despair whose corpse is a labyrinthine maze of passages that leech will and soul the further you venture into them, a lingering undead malice that doesn’t want you dead so much as maddened and undone.”

And I’m coming back around to that now. Particularly the sea god who’s a vast alien whale, because space whales, but I’m thinking about gods that are not mostly humanoid figures a-la the RL Greek or Norse pantheons, but are fully alien or weird or just non-humanoid. (I’m including elves and dwarves and most broadly human-shaped fantasy races under ‘humanoid’ here). Gods that do not appear in humanoid form. Gods whose primary worshipers are other forms of life. Gods who are weird.

I do have a couple of homebrew deities that don’t appear in humanoid form already. Nuissas, goddess of primal darkness, who usually appears as a vast eyeless abyssal fish. Ket, the First and Formless, deity of primal evil, who as the titles suggest is formless and possibly doesn’t actual exist at all. And while I was looking at them, I did notice a little … A little mental bias maybe. Because both of them are primal deities. Primordial. The first and the formless. Nuissas is likely the oldest deity in her cosmology, the primeval darkness that existed before all things. Ket is the first and formless evil, the first malicious whisper of a thought a sentient being ever had. They’re primal. Elemental.

Which made me wonder … Do I consider non-humanoid forms to be more primitive than humanoid ones? Not consciously, but just instinctively? Looking at it, gods of civilisation, knowledge, invention, law, are they usually humanoid? What sets humans apart from beasts? Fire. Science. (Possibly also thumbs). Is there a bit of post-Enlightenment bias at work here. Heh.

Although, to be fair to myself, Ineia, my goddess of city and civilisation, is also a spider as well as a humanoid woman. But she’s still humanoid, she just needed extra arms for all the work. So. Not quite enough to count, methinks.

This is only an idle thought, I want to mull on the idea of non-humanoid deities some more. See what I come up with. I just wanted to note to myself, while I’m considering, to look beyond just the primal sorts of domains while I’m at it.

That said, I do still want a sea god who’s a vast alien whale with innards full of strange waters. Being eaten by a vast divine whale-god is just too entrenched an image, you know? Maybe also a deity of light and twilight who is a vast beautiful bioluminescent jellyfish. No, I’m not stuck on sea creatures over here, absolutely not. But if you had a waterworld setting, you could have a LOT of fun drawing up a fishy pantheon. The deity of invention and adaptation is a cephalopod. The deity of war is a mantis shrimp. The deity of trickery and hunger and malice is an anglerfish.

But even in a standard fantasy world, some deities that are not and have never been humanoid. A dwarven knowledge deity who is the stone itself, a vast tracery of mineral veins across the world that carry thoughts and dreams and memories. A deity of trickery and magic who turns out, at the base of all its million forms, to be a simple mote of potential, something that looks visually a bit like a will-o-wisp or a soot-sprite made of light, a thought given vaguely physical form. A forge-god who built themselves, a machine-thing of metal and magic that built itself limbs and systems and housing as it required them, a monument to self-expression and self-construction, function over form, with no care for the aesthetic sensibilities of lesser forms of life. A black hole that is the deity of absolute law, remorseless and inexorable and pitilessly even-handed. A deity of remorse and sacrifice and healing that formed from the regretful blade of a monstrous killer, given life and divinity by their final act of self-murder. Gods who are dark moons and balls of mangled flesh and rivers of space time and tiny trembling animals and perfectly mundane objects and abstract shapeless things. Gods who are weird and funky and abstract and just do not deign to appear in familiar form for mortals. If I must look like you for you to worship me, you are not worth my time. I shall appear as I am, or as I choose, and you must simply deal with it, or shatter, as you so choose. Heh.

Non-humanoid deities, is my point here. I need to think on it some. Heh.

[numbuh-7-knd]

I've been working on my Kryptonian Dick Grayson AU, and have been trying to figure out a Kryptonian name for Dick. In this au at least, I'm going with the idea of Dick being Clark's twin. So Jor-El and Lara had two babies instead of one, and they put both kids in separate pods. Kal-El's pod crashed to earth in Kansas and he was subsequently adopted by the Kents and given the name Clark. Dick, or whatever his Kryptonian name may be, would eventually crash close to where Haly's circus was, at least a decade later.

I'm going with the idea that Jor-El's Hologram wouldn't tell Kal-El about the other pods sent to earth, at least without being asked directly. He sees that Kal-El is the only one who made it, and figures the other pods might have been lost and telling Kal-El that he could have been joined on earth by his cousin, his dog, and his twin, would only upset him. Similarly, Jor-El probably wouldn't tell him about the existence of his twin or Kara, since that would make him wonder why they aren't with him and probably bring up the pods, or make him think that his family only had one pod and chose to save him over his cousin or twin. I don't think Jor-El would want to further hurt Clark or cause him to feel more survivor's guilt then he probably already does.

It seems like Krypton had some naming conventions for siblings. It seems that most male Kryptonian names are shorter with 3 letters and one syllable. Female names seem to have 2 syllables and can be longer. Siblings seem to have something in common. Jor and Zor share the 'or' sound at the end, Astra and Allura both have the same number of letters and share both the A at the beginning, and the ra at the end. Even Kal-El and Kon-El have the first letter in common. I might need to look up more Kryptonian names, since right now I'm only thinking of Kal-El, Jor-El, Zor-El, Zod, Kon-El, Lara, Kara Zor-El, Astra, and Allura. Kal-El apparently had a cousin named Van-Zee, presumably on his mother's side. His maternal grandfather was apparently named Lor-Van, so

So in a "Kal-El was a twin" au, the sibling could be named something with _al-El

Aal-El how would you even pronounce that? No

Bal-El lol, not sure if this is a balls joke or if I'm calling a Kryptonian a bouncy ball. It might actually be excellent for my dick grayson is a Kryptonian au though, just give that man another genital themed name.

Cal-El Clark if he was a red headed jedi in a video game lol

Dal-El this gives sheep vibes

Eal-El loving the double alliteration, but no

Fal-El the fallen Kryptonian? I suppose it works for a falling flying grayson...

Gal-El if gal gaddot was Kryptonian?

Hal-El ah, the Hal Jordan is Kryptonian au I didn't know I needed.

Ial-El This just sounds like El El. Or like E AL EL.

Jal-El maybe?

Kal-El ah yes, Clark's name. Excellent name for your baby Kryptonian, why, you could even use it twice for both your twins!

Lal-El lalalalalalala the singing Kryptonian?

Mal-El

Nal-El

Oal-El

Pal-El a real friendly Kryptonian🙂

Qal-El

Ral-El Real El?

Sal-El better call Sal-El? The better call Saul superma au?

Tal-El the tallest Kryptonian

Ual-El

Val-El

Wal-El if Wally was a Kryptonian!

Xal-El

Yal-El this has potential, it sounds alien.

Zal-El

Alternatively, I could go with the rule that the names have the same number of letters and the same first letter. Astra and Allura actually share both a first letter as well as the last 2, so maybe they share the same first and last letter?

Kal- Kel Kil Kol Kul Kyl

But if we just go with the same amount of letters and the same beginning, we get so much more

Dic-El lol

Kon, Ken, Kun, Kul, kop, Kam, Kan, kaw, Kap, kad, Kag kah, Kaj, Kar Kat Kay keg keh ket kep kel ked kem Ken Kew kip kim kin kil kiw kid kis kiq kiz kix kic kiv kib kih kig kit kir kon Kom kop Kol kod kow kor kot kob Kom kum kup Kul kub kun kub kuc kud kuf kyn kyd kyp kyw kym kyt

There's also the possibility that I'm putting way too much thought into the backstory and the how's and why's of it and less on my fun family feels of Bruce raising baby Kryptonian Dick, or of the angst of Robin or Nightwing having to hide their powers. I really want to have other young heroes meeting Nightwing and not connecting with him because they think something bad happened to Robin and they aren't too friendly to the random super.

Okay I might just be basing this on my Jinxed Archer AU, because I love the angst of Wally meeting Artemis and hating her because she reminds him of his missing and presumed dead girlfriend Jinx. So apparently the BirdFlash shipper that I am is just going to shift the dynamic to Wally and Dick instead of Wally and Artemis...

okay now I need to have a third au where I combine my aus and Artemis is Jinx, faked her death/disappeared as jinx, eventually joins the team as Artemis, said team includes a Dick Grayson and Wally West who were previously members of the Teen Titans. and at some point in time during season 1 of young justice somehow Dick's powers are activated, possibly during the episode where him and Artemis where the only ones not captured by red tornado's siblings, where both of them decide to say fuck it and reveal their powers to save their friends, and end up doing the spider-man pointing meme at eachother. Now that I've thought any that, I might need to write a quick oneshot.

[modern-inheritance]

Finally at work after taking Lexi in for her teefs cleaning and growth removal. Stopped for a bit of a Ket treat of Ketnip (coffee, hats off to my favorite Norwegian brother for the me-specific term) and some fruit and now we are here.

Gonna be here later than usual due to coming in an hour and 45 mins later than I usually do but it’s all good, I got 2/3rds of the spicy kinda finished last night (was like…well, not to jinx Lexi knock on wood but it was like pulling teeth in some places) and thus I feel that most of my work is done for the week.

…no, I will not post it here, and there is even a STRONG possibility it will NEVER be posted. My beta readers…they taught me so many words. I’m scared.

Anyway. I’ve never quite figured out why I post these kinda posts telling you guys what my plans are for the day. The parasocial relationship? The strange fulfillment of making an almost to do list without actually making one and thus being able to still snap at my father that I don’t use planners or lists like because our ADHD symptoms are different? Organizing my thoughts in a way that I know I will see when I scroll? The human drive to be remembered even though I feel that the world needs some people who are fine with being unremarkable and it’s sitting with me quite well to be a part of that non-illustrious group?

✨The world may never know.✨

[beacon-of-chaos]

Since Quetza is in the @sonic-oc-showdown, I figured I'd fill out one of these questionnaires I've seen around. I apologise, I'm not sure who came up with it, but I first saw it on @bunnymajo's page.

FYI: Some of this stuff I am coming up with on the fly!

Name: Quetza the Snake

Species: Winged Snake. No particular type of snake in mind.

Type: Flight

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Home: Station Square?

Quetza claims to be either the reincarnation, descendant, or chosen one of the ancient god Quetzacoatl. The answer differs each time you ask her, but it's hard to deny. She's a snake born with wings and she has magical abilities, specifically control over wind and air, and shapeshifting, which is why she has four arms. She travels the world, looking for clues about her true nature. She has an easy going nature and can be shy, but opens up quickly to those are friendly to her. She loves fashion, junk food, and video games. She doesn't like to fight, but can defend herself if she needs to, using gusts of wind to fly around and using her shapeshifting to extend her arms or tail for quick strikes.

✨How did you come up with the OC’s name?

She's inspired by the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl, the winged serpent god. Quetzalcoatl means "precious serpent" in the Nahuatl language, so her name could roughly be translated as Precious the Snake!

Note: It's pronounced KET-zah. :)

🌼  - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

She's an adult. Late 20s, I guess?

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

No. She gains crushes easily, and forgets them almost as quickly.

🍕  - What is their favorite food?

Ice cream! She has a real sweet tooth.

💼  - What do they do for a living?

Uh... I haven't thought that far yet.

So, at this point I need to explain. Quetza is literally just my fursona; wish fufilment in all its forms XD. She doesn't have a story, per se.

So I could give her a boring office job like mine. Or maybe say that she's something really cool? Like my version of the Rookie?

How about this: she started as a scout for the Resistance and is now a manager/organiser at the Restoration, working closely with Jewel.

🎹  - Do they have any hobbies?

Video games, mostly action/adventure types.

🎯  -What do they do best?

Flying! With her wind magic aiding her, no one can fly faster or more skillfully!

🥊  -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Shopping and exploring! She travels often, looking for clues about her past, but she's always looking for a nice city to stay in when she does so.

❤️  - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

I think when she realised exactly what her powers could do. Figuring that out about herself would be a big moment.

✂️   - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Probably getting bullied for being a freak by the other kids when she was younger :(

🧊  - Is their current design the first one?

No, she's changed a fair bit since her first design. I literally added the extra arms cos I thought it was cool and her hairstyle has changed a lot (as you can see in the above pictures). She also used to be a rattlesnake cos I thought it would be cute if she rattled when scared/angry. IDK, might bring that back.

🍀  - What originally inspired the OC?

I like snakes and I always thought the idea of a snake with wings was cool. I really fell in love with the concept of Coatls in D&D a while back so I wanted to make that my 'sona.

🌂  - What genre do they belong in?

IDK, what do Sonic games count as? Action? Sci-fi (there's a lot of robots, after all)?

💚  -What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Genderfluid transwoman, bisexual.

🙌  - How many siblings does your OC have?

None.

🍎  - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

I think pretty good? I don't have parents for her in mind yet.

🧠  - What do you like most about the OC?

LOOK. AT. HER. ❤️

Shout out to @kuchintta for the comission I got.

��️  - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Almost never. This is the most I've ever written about her and I don't actually draw much.

💎  - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No! That would be like killing myself.

💀  - Does your OC have any phobias?

Hm. My phobia is of heights, but she can fly so there's no way that would scare her. I guess not!

🍩  -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

That jerk at Restoration HQ who always gets the best snacks from the vending machine first! How does he always get there so quick?

🎓  - How long have you had the OC?

About a year... apparantly! Wow, that's gone by quick!

[wormbloggign]

genuinely interested in what taylors reading here, assuming it isnt required reading for school since the prt seems to have regulations on and about juvenile capes

i wonder if its twilight?

self care!!! (she would not give herself this kind of time off if she werent in prison)

taylors back to her favourite pastime again!

the logistics around this would be very funny to figure out, though i pity the sap that has to change the bug-ket when it gets full

that explains how quickly they got it, i had assumed dragon was just being creepy and had pre-made the hero!skitter costume in the hopes it came up.

this way is probably better

...

yeah, nah that's not gonna work. "mistakes" is doing a bit too much heavy lifting on your part armsdealer

he is staying as STILL as POSSIBLE (goofy guy behaviour)

so were currently 2 for 2 on PRT non-cape fuckheads, lets see how he holds up! (either way i somehow doubt he is long for this world)

Mrs Yamada. I like where you're coming from but therapy + 10 judgemental onlookers might not be the best call.

aw fuck hes getting downright endearing

REAL (clockblocker has shot up to S tier)

WORLDS SLIMIEST MAN (its nice that hes on taylors side but like wow this guy is shit)

GIRL!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR SPOT CHECKING!!

she does not give up on her hobbies gd

dont worry, all im doing is setting up a large scale surveillance state, perfectly ethically and legally sound.

okay ignore any bad ting i may have ever expected to say about glenn.

THIS MAN GETS IT

YES!!!

WERE GETTING DOWN THE PRESENTATION!!!!

the dissonance is too powerful for him, he's seen taylor at some of her most nightmariest highs and now she's going through the same public relations hoops he had to

i really wasnt trying to find him this charming, i really wasnt

taylor drops ONE (1) bugfact and suddenly shes getting called a nerd. maybe the endbringers are right, we really should kill them all

d-doesn't he go to classes on exacty this?

what am i saying, he wouldnt pay attention in school

yes actually, 'disturbing' does suit your swarm of insects quite well as an adjective

i get that we're supposed to be a little annoyed at the constant micromanaging but i expected theyd do at least this much, im surprised she didnt get some media training beforehand, theyre being pretty hands off, all things considered.

maybe thats because they want her to fail though :(

eyyyy! thats... deeply disturbing as a heroes one-liner actually. maybe take some more time workshopping that

oh that's nice, her bugs worked to break concentration, this is a fight against dnd wizards

LETS GET ELDRITCH BABEYYY

unbe-weaver-ble

i do love how hard theyre commited to the bit though

legitimately sick burn

had to be done, glenn wont be happy though

B)

“Taylor Hebert?  On the issue with the bug population of my facility, I feel it would be a very bad idea to provide you with a caustic substance to give your bugs, given what your file says you achieved with capsaicin.  I had a bug zapper purchased, and you should be able to access it with each and every one of your tiny soldiers.  I expect to see it used, understand?”

(moving to copy paste bc tumblr says no more screenshots)

immensely funny solution

The spiders, I kept on hand, directing them to the burned corpses.  They could breed, in time, and I could put them somewhere where they wouldn’t encounter any people. Breaking the rules, maybe, but it was something to occupy my thoughts.  It made me feel just a little safer, a little more like myself.

its gonna be so funny when the wardens find the underground spider breeding ring

[imperiuswrecked]

Other than anything from the surface, have their been any ocean-based threats to Atlantis, or Namor specifically?

Oh boy, this is like gonna be a rough quick history, and I def rec at least reading marvel wiki if you want more details but in short, yes. There have been many undersea threats to Atlantis and Namor.

1. The most well-known is Lemuria. There have been many Ages, or times during which different factions had control of Lemuria. Deviant Lemuria, Naga & The Serpent Crown, Empress Llyra of Lemuria, etc. Lemuria is based in the Pacific Ocean while Atlantis was in the Atlantic Ocean. While Namor clashed with Lemuria many times over the years, it is Empress Llyra who is Namor's greatest enemy. The Lemurians usually had green skin while the Atlanteans had blue skin. Many Lemurians worshipped the Evil Elder God, Set.

2. Attuma the Barbarian & his Horde. Attuma often challenges Namor or attempts to take over the throne of Atlantis because he feels Namornis unfit to rule as a "half breed" and only Attuma should rule.

3. Warlord Krang. Once trusted Warlord and advisor, Krang often tried to take over the throne of Atlantis because he thought a half breed prince such as Namor didn't deserve to rule. In the past few decades Krang had a heel turn and is back as a advisor and Warlord to Atlantis, but he can and will eventually betray Namor again.

4. Suma-Ket & Artys-Gran, and the Unforgiven Dead. Suma-Ket was the Witch-King of Atlantis. He took over rule for a time pretending to be a holy figure, prophets and prophecies, but in reality he worshipped Demonic Elder Gods and he and his wife, Artys-Gran would have blood sacrifices, usually from Atlantean children. Also Artys-Gran was a body snatcher, she could take over other people's bodies and have them trapped in her dead decaying form.

5. Sirenas, relatively new to the scene but with a long history of spilled blood between these merpeople and the Atlanteans.

6. The Black Tide, once a group of warrior women who vowed to protect Atlantis, the people, and the seas, a dark magic corrupted them and they became evil incarnate. They murdered nearly all the Chasm People and turned their attention to Atlantis before being imprisoned but currently they are free to wreck havoc.

7. Merrano, the U-Man. Atlantean Nazi who hates Namor and sided with the Nazis during WWll.

8. Prince Byrrah, Namor's cousin, step son to Emperor Tha-Korr, and all around terrible royal trash. He tormented Namor as they grew up, often teasing or bullying him, and is basically the "Golden Child" to Namor's "Red Headed Step Child" trope. He urged Tha-Korr to use Namor's strength by sending him to the surface world to wage war. He often tries to take the throne even though he had claim to it, Namor is the first in line as heir. Undermining Namor and turning the Atlantean people against Namor were his tricks to get Namor exiled or kicked off the throne. He's like very wiley and most of this is Court Drama, but it's a threat from within. Currently he's dead because his royal blood was used to free Suma-Ket from his otherworldy prison.

Those are the major recurring or significant threats to Namor & Atlantis, but there's other evil one off or returning villains, and monsters.

[endlessvoiq]

A Taste of a Bitter Past

(1233 words, CW for : a bit of fighting kind of but honestly there isnt much to warn about here)

Vini sat on a large wooden box, waiting for his groupmates to return.

As far as they were concerned, Ket, Kory, and Malcom were off getting some work done. Sure, Vini was technically supposed to be getting something else done as well, but they'd completely forgotten what it was, and either way, they weren't sure if he had really understood in the first place.

The nybble tapped the box a bit, boredly glancing around. They took off their hat, spinning it around in their hand and smiling to themself. As they spun the hat, however, it eventually flew out of their hand, landing a good distance away. "Ah- hey! Get back here, hat!" Vini yelled, hopping off the box and snickering as they ran to get their hat.

Before Vini could grab their hat, however, they bumped into someone. "Wuah-" they stepped back, looking up to see who it was.

A blue scareware stood above them. He had a cloak covering most of his seemingly scrawny body, and two small scars on his mouth. On the scareware's back, a spear was, and in his hand, Vini's hat. Vini blinked.

"uh, hi. Can I please have my hat back?" Vini asked. The scareware just stared at them for a moment.

"...ah, my apologies, this is yours?" the scareware hissed in response, his slight annoyance going unnoticed by the nybble.

"Yeah! That's why I said it's my hat."

The scareware grumbled, "well, I suppose I could return it. Sorry for your…inconvenience," he then handed the hat back to Vini.

"Oh, nice!-" Vini put their hat back on, "-thank you!" They called, now turning away to walk off.

"Hey- wait!" the scareware called out. Vini stopped, turning back around.

"Huh?"

"I just happen to…I'm looking for someone. Three someones. I don't know if you know them, but I may as well ask…" The scareware trailed off.

"Oh, I can't be sure I'll know them, but I can try to tell you if I do!" Vini puffed out their non-existent chest, surprisingly causing the blue scareware to laugh a bit.

"Hah! Thank you, little nybble. Now…I'm looking for this one real well-dressed malware, a holly gruel with a spear, and an espacibell, and, er, that last one might have some paint stains on him…do you happen to know any of them?" the scareware tilted his head, staring down at Vini.

Vini didn't have to think at all before responding, "oh! Those sound like my groupmates! Are you looking for them? Ket, Kory, Malcom?" Vini stared up with an unaware eye as the scareware stepped back.

"...your groupmates?" The scareware murmured with dismay. Vini blinked.

"Is…something wrong?" The nybble stepped forward, glancing to the side as they noticed a familiar figure running over, to the scareware's unknowing. The scareware seemed to notice Vini looking, snapping around just as Ket stabbed her spear into one of the scareware's horns, breaking a chunk of it off. The scareware yelped in pain before Ket shoved him away, standing in front of Vini and pointing her spear at the scareware.

"Stay the HELL AWAY from Vini!" Ket bellowed, glaring at the scareware. Vini flinched. They'd never heard Ket sound so angry before.

The scareware stared at Ket, at first in shock, which then shifted to anger as the scareware stood up. "You REPLACED ME!" He hissed, his voice edged with a betrayed tone that made Vini feel slightly bad for the stranger.

Ket only scoffed in response, "replaced? Yeah, right! You gave up your position in this group the moment your spear took a life," she spat in an irate disgust. Vini stepped back in a bit of fear, suddenly being pulled further away by Kory. Vini hadn't even noticed him and Malcom had arrived with the commotion going on. 

"It was an accident!-" the scareware had started to yell, silenced mid-sentence by Ket whacking her spear against the scareware's head.

"You know damn well it wasn't an accident, you RAT! We SAW you standing over their body!" Ket growled as the scareware staggered back.

"I just- I want forgiveness! I'm sorry!" The scareware cried out, jumping away from Ket's spear as she slashed at him.

Ket gripped her spear, glaring at the scareware with unbridled hatred. "After what you've done? If you think we're going to forgive you after you killed our groupmate, our friend, you can shove that thought RIGHT UP YOUR-"

Vini was unable to listen more as they were suddenly picked up by Malcom and pulled away. They tried to turn to focus on what Ket was saying, but the vicious yelling, despite its volume, was difficult to understand as Malcom ran further and further away. He only stopped once the two had reached the soccer field behind the apartments, placing Vini down behind the wall and sitting nearby. Vini shuddered a bit, looking up at Malcom in confusion. The malware was shaking.

"...Malcom?" 

Malcom hesitated, taking off his monocle and wiping his eye before looking at Vini. "Yes?" He responded after a moment, his voice hardly more than a shaky whisper.

Vini thought for a moment. So many questions were running through their head, so many things they wanted to say. "What's…why…?"

Malcom sighed, sitting up straighter, "...you shouldn't have been dragged into this."

Vini stared up at their groupmate. "What?"

"You- no, not you, the others- I told them they should've told you what's happened in the past. I saw you overhear the conversation Kory and Ket had a while back."

Vini flinched. They remembered it still : Kory and Ket had been talking- possibly even arguing- about some sort of important thing. They hadn't noticed Vini. Malcom had been off to the side, making tea. Vini hadn't paid much attention to that. He did not know Malcom had seen him.

Malcom noticed Vini flinch, and shook his hands, "y-you're not in trouble, though, no! No, it's fine. You'd have found out about the past eventually. I wanted to, but Ket…no, the both of them refused to."

Vini blinked, thinking, "...did that scareware really…?"

Malcom looked at the ground, a glint of sorrow in his eye, "yes. Yes, he did…an old friend of ours. It was an older friend of ours. Spectre, he used to- oh, uh, that's the scareware's name, Spectre- he…used to be in our group, as well, before…"

"...before it all happened," Vini murmured. Malcom only nodded in response. The nybble looked down at the ground. If the thoughts in their head were running before, then damn it, they were sprinting now. Vini's mind felt so cluttered with thoughts and thoughts and questions with no answers as of now.

Malcom sighed, looking down at Vini, "...please don't ask the others about this. Or, well, uh, Kory might be fine, but…" Malcom hesitated. "...Ket's still angry. She's been angry for so long- it's fine for her to be upset about it, of course, this is a terrible situation, I just- I just don't want her to snap at you. You don't deserve to have that anger taken out on you. You were never involved in this."

Vini only listened as Malcom spoke. When he'd finished, Vini took off their hat, staring at the three ribbons on it. "Is…she ever gonna stop being angry?"

Malcom blinked, and frowned, "...I don't know."

"I hope so."

"...yeah," Malcom looked off, back toward the alleys. "I hope so, too."

3/4

WOOO, STUFF!! Also, a few things I'd like to say : 1, sorry for just vanishing off the face of the earth on this account for a while lmao, I've had this and the final pre-written story done for a while now, just couldn't find the motivation to set up and post them. 2, sorry for never actually designing Ket, Kory, and Malcom!! To clarify them, Ket's the holly gruel, Kory's an espacibell, and Malcom. he's the malware. But yeah, I'll post the final pre-written thing soon, hope whoever reads this enjoyed doing so!!

[primevein]

The Prime of the Youth: Book II: Quest for Fire: Ch27: The Trap

Bulkhead was stretching as Roxana rushed up to him with her medkit. "Really?" Bulkhead asked.

"You need treatment." she asserted.

"Need is a strong word." he grumbled, and then soundly sat down, leaning against a concrete barricade.

"Boss?" Smokescreen asked.

Jack breathed in deeply before turning around to look at him, "I'm assuming they know where this base is. We just pissed them off." Smokescreen listed backwards at how forward he was being. "We have to setup a trap for Ser-Ket."

"Already?" Miko asked.

"Is she going definitely going to attack?" Jack asked her, "Don't know. But chances are good enough that we have to be ready." He then looked at Bulkhead, "Any ideas."

"I barely survived one chunk of ToxEn." Bulkhead stated.

"I am prepared to treat it." Roxana stated.

"What?" Miko asked, "You weren't even there."

Roxana looked at her for a moment before returning to her treatment, "Ratchet, obviously." Roxana stated.

"Oh, right." Miko replied.

"And the fact she's almost a Predacon?" Bulkhead asked.

Jack snapped out of his concentration before looking back at him, "We can use my sword as a trap, set it up on the most likely approach route, around the corner, and too high for anyone but Predacon wings to be struck by it."

"And?.." Smokescreen asked, "If she doesn't take the best route?"

"We're screwed?" Jack asked, "Unless we can set up another trap." He then looked at Bulkhead, "Maybe collapse the cave?"

"Oh, that will work." Bulkhead stated. "If you pick a small enough section."

Jack turned back to Smokescreen, "Shockwave also ramped up the aggression."

"Meaning they are more likely to take the direct approach." Arcee stated.

"And you couldn't tell us this ahead of time?" Smokescreen asked.

"Information control." Bulkhead stated.

"That," Jack said to Bulkhead, and then looked back to Smokescreen, "and we might have had to abandon the base."

"THAT is combat." Arcee added. Smokescreen nodded, slowly at first, but soon enough with more speed and clarity.

"We'll go as soon as Bulkhead is patched up and Miko has eaten." Jack stated.

* * *

Windblade and Smokescreen stood guard by the barricades. "So, how did you get guard duty?" Smokesccreen asked.

"Wrecker tricks are not my style." she simply stated. "And we are the best able to provide reinforcements. You show alarming alacrity for someone so young. I am happy to serve with you."

Smokescreen looked at her in complete and utter shock.

Arcelia giggled as Roxana whispered into her ear.

* * *

Bulkhead held Jack up as he attached his sword extended into a whip to a low cave wall, just around a corner.

* * *

Bulkhead was adjusting a device, and Miko looked at him curiously. "What are you up to?" Miko asked.

"Audio sensor. Arcelia found the sound data for Ser-Ket." Bulkhead replied. "I just have to tune it."

"And what?" Miko asked, "You set it up to a det. pack?"

"Exactly." Bulkhead replied. "She comes in this way, and it's going to cave in on her."

"And if it doesn't kill her?" Miko asked.

"We'll know where she is." Bulkhead replied.

* * *

Bulkhead drove up to where they had setup Jack's trap. "We're at the drop point." Bulkhead stated.

"Add 5." Jack stated.

"Good thing I've still got miles on my odometer." Bulkhead stated.

"Is this how you usually talk on the coms.?" Miko asked.

"You have to." Bulkhead replied, "Try to say as little as possible, and when do say something, not enough for the enemy to figure it out. They won't know the drop point is where we set the trap, they don't know what 5 miles are. If we don't use it too often, they won't even know where it is."

"Isn't the point of the trap to... wait behind the trap?" Miko asked.

"We don't want her to know the trap is there." Bulkhead stated, "We can't act like we know about the trap."

"So, we're just acting as we would without the trap?" Miko asked.

"Without giving anything away." Bulkhead replied. "As far as they know, we are setting up forward positions."

"We're not?" Miko asked.

"Jack is having us raid targets at range. More damage. Less risk."

"But we want them to think we're setting up like an army?" Miko asked, "So, if this not-a-Pred flies by, what do we do?"

"It depends." Bulkhead stated.

"On what?" Miko asked.

"What Jack wants to do, if the Dinobots are back." Bulkhead dismissively said. "Who else is coming. The best way to make a plan is to not worry too much about it."

"Why?" Miko asked, "Isn't that the point of plans?"

Bulkhead let out a brief chortle, "No plan survives first contact with the enemy."

"Who says that?" Miko asked, "Optimus? Is it a Wrecker thing."

"A Human named Murphy." Bulkhead said jovially. "The plan has to get you to the battle, and away from it. When the battle actually starts, plans never work."

"So, why is Jack spending so much time planning?" Miko asked.

"Huh?" Bulkhead asked, "Because it's working. We're out-manned and out-gunned. If we want to do anything, we need to someone like Jack to make sure everything we do matters."

"Whoa." Miko said, as the revelation hit her.

"That's why Optimus was able to do that on Earth. We had one base, little energy, and a fraction of their numbers."

"And we won!" Miko exclaimed.

"Because we had someone like Jack." Bulkhead simply stated. "And now it's his turn."

* * *

Miko sat back in Bulkhead's passenger seat as they were pulled off in a small alcove, looking back at the tunnel. "How can being a warrior be so boring?" Miko whined.

"Warriors have to be in the right place at the right time." he said, and paused, "Or for a Wrecker, the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, most of being a Warrior is traveling and waiting."

"Can't we at least turn up the sound?" Miko asked.

"Unfortunately, heavy metal isn't so good for listening." Bulkhead replied.

"What should we do?" Miko asked.

"Chill?" Bulkhead asked, and Miko sighed, but then smiled as she relaxed.

* * *

The Dinobots walked by and Bulkhead turned on his headlights. They looked at him for a moment before Grimlock jovially walked up to him, "Wrecker!" he exclaimed, "Why here?"

Miko opened the door and stepped out. "We might have pissed off Ser-Ket." She paused for a moment, "Hopefully." They just kind of stared at her. "What?" she asked, "We've beaten real Predacons. How hard could a fake one, be?"

Arcee had rolled up behind the Dinobots. She stopped and Jack climbed off of her. "We have a trap set up ahead."

"Sludge." Arcee added, "You'll want to watch your head."

"And what do we do?" Swoop excitedly asked.

"Whatever you want to do." Jack said to Grimlock. "You can wait, and hope she shows up, or just do whatever you were doing."

"Our smash and grab might have been too good for them to follow us." Bulkhead stated.

"Does Ser-Ket not know where your base is?" Jack asked.

"Barely spend time in base." Grimlock replied.

"We basically just come back to refuel." Snarl stated.

"So, we just wasted our time?" Miko asked.

"Ciel was looking through the records." Jack said as he stepped back to Arcee before standing astride her. "Let's go see what she's said." He then looked at Bulkhead, "Could you help me get my sword back?"

"Miko?" Bulkhead asked, "Why don't you join the Dinobots. You'll probably get alone."

Miko put the Apex Armour on and walked up to them. Bulkhead closed the passenger door behind her. Miko clapped her hands together, "I want to hear some stories."

* * *

Arcee carrying jack showed up with Bulkhead right behind them. "Where is your counterpart?" Windblade asked him.

"Catching up with the Dinobots." Bulkhead said, "She'll probably love their stories. I can take over if you guys want?"

"And where else should I go?" Windblade asked.

"We'll figure that one out." Jack stated as he climbed off of Arcee.

Arcee transformed to her dollform and walked beside him. "I've been a good girl." Arcee stated, "But I demand cuddles."

Jack just looked up at her with a smile.

* * *

Jack cuddled between a dollform Arcee and Arcelia as they looked at Arcelia's tablet.

[solovekitten]

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[solarlotus]

Obi-Wan with post-partum depression and Anakin just trying his best™! ❤️

I nearly didn't do this as so close to home. This is really a bit autobiographical. If you're suffering post natal depression please see your doctor and talk to someone. It will pass, all things do.

TW: mpreg mentioned, omega verse, talk of low mood

In a verse where Cal- Ketis is Obi Wan's son.

It had been months since Obi Wan had been himself. Cal-Ket was thriving, a good baby who never really cried, was sleeping better than most and was universally admired. Obi Wan was glowing in Anakin's opinion. Despite the early few weeks of sleeplessnss and a long labour Obi Wan was doing well.

Except he wasn't.

He fretted about leaving little Cal with anyone except Anakin's mother. Fretted about returning to duties, especially as the Jedi were not known for their child friendly policies. He fretted about his figure, comparing himself to other omegas, petite creatures like Padme who were dainty and lithe, like omegas should be.

Anakin told Obi Wan he looked good, he squeezed his tits and ass, told him he was sexy. But this didn't seem to help, Obi Wan still looked sadly at himself in the mirror, held his baby close and avoided social occasions.

It came to a head after a routine visit to Padme's office, Obi Wan came home, fed Cal then threw himself on the bed, staring at the wall.

'What is it?' Anakin asked, placing a cup of tea on the bedside table. 'Please, Obi.'

'I just can't do it! She's so pretty and tiny, I feel so crap, I'm not even any good at being a Jedi anymore, the house is a tip, the Jedi just seen me as a parent and nobody looks at me like they want me anymore, I didn't even realise they did until they stoppped. Stars, I sound vain and ridiculous.' He swiped a tear from his face and turned away as Anakin stroked his shoulder.

'I don't want Padme, I don't know why you keep going on about her. She's too small, I want you. You're lovely and sexy and so so good at everything. Cal is perfect, because of you.' Anakin scooped Obi Wan into his arms. 'You have to stop watching those parenting holos, those omegas have all had weird surgery and have nannies raising their kids.'

Obi Wan sniffed on Anakin's shoulder. 'Let's go for dinner, just us, mom will look after Cal and I think you should take longer leave from duties. You don't need to do everything, the Jedi will still be there when Cal is older.'

Obi Wan nodded. 'I think I'll take instahol off my datapad.'

'Good.' Anakin kissed Obi Wan's forehead. 'You're my omega, my precious Obi Wan. All things pass, Obi, you told me that once.'

'I love you, dear one,' Obi Wan whispered as Anakin embraced him.

'I know.'

[deltachapel]

this is a question to the team themselves. how did you come up with gustatl's typing quirk?

Well, I have to go on a bit of a tangent to answer that. Gustatl's name comes from 2 things. Gust, as in a gust of wind, and Ehecatl, (E-heh-cah-tuhl) also known as Quetzalcoatl. (Kets-all-coh-tuhl) Quetzalcoatl is the most important god in Aztec mythology, and along with many other things, created the wind. He appears in the form of Ehecatl, a bipedal feathered-serpent that looks somewhat like a human in stature. Since Ehecatl is a serpent, we figured that a neat quirk would be that Gustatl slurred his "s" sounds, which include s's, c's, and sometimes x's, (like in the word next) which is a trait mostly given to snake or snake-like characters in media. This also references a sort of spoiler-y detail about Gustatl, being that he pulls from another Aztec mythological entity, the Ouroborus, which, in Aztec mythos, is depicted as a serpent eating it's own tail. It represents both the beginning and the end, and is a metaphor to Gustatl's never-ending lust for power, which ended up "consuming" most of his humanity. Not that he's a human, you get what I mean.

Sorry about the long-winded answer! I could write for hours about all the thought that went into Gustatl's design, personality, origins, and backstory. He's by far my favorite creation, even if I only created certain parts of him. @snakeoilsalemsan originally thought of his concept, after all.

Long story short: Snakes. Have a good one, anon. -Vic

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Lighting and Mike and Will and El - Full Analysis (pt.31)

whoops, got some text wrong on the last one- but is wasn’t all that important to the lighting side of the analysis- so I’ll fix it when I make 30.1. But for now, I’m going to keep going through the regular lighting analysis and I’ll go back and review it later. This will still include possessiongate as a possibility because it’s just. It’s there and it won’t leave me alone. And a lots happening in the monologue anyways- so even if I’m pointing this out and connecting them to possessiongate- the things that I’m pointing out are generally meant to be seen? Or noticed. So they can mean different things than what I’m saying but I think- for me at least- the most important thing is that we’re noticing what’s going on. We can figure out what it really means later, y’know. (but it might mean that mike’s being possessed and my brains stuck on that so- this analysis is going to talk about it a lot. At least, during the monologue/the last stretch)

But all of that aside- it’s monologue time. 

S4:E9 - The Monologue (#2) - The Heart of Vecna

(so, did some more research on Vecna. And apparently in 1980 he’s first introduced into the Grayhawk setting. He also seems to not like light or clerics, so thats fun and funky. Also- this is like the exact same sentence from six different websites so idk the validity but- “ The last known Heart of Vecna was Diraq Malcinex of Ket, who was slain by adventurers in 581 CY.” First of all the heart of vecna is the position in the hierarchy as the high priest of vecna. And also 581. Familiar numbers right there. I want to find like old D&D source books somewhere so i can know the actual lore that was put in there and not just what might be correct from the internet. buT ANYWAYS- so sorry, back to the actual analysis)

So Will starts sliding out of frame- which I find odd. It could be that El’s focusing more on Mike and implying further taht she does in fact see him and Will- or it could be something to do with Vecna. Because in earlier shots surrounding the freezer, Will was weirdly cut out of them. This may have to do with El not seeing Will (and Will possibly having powers- other things to add onto this thought much later in this analysis. Think like, part...37-40. Somewhere in there if everything goes according to plan... but then again this was supposed to be four parts so. Who the hell knows how long it’ll be at this point). OR it could be that Mike isn’t seeing Will/he can’t focus on his light so Vecna is able to take control of him. This could also connect to Will telling Mike that, “[he’s] the heart” and like. Shattering him into thousands of heartbroken little pieces. Anyways, I guess my point here is that there’s a lot of options as to what any of this could mean- and they’re all really interesting. 

Also, Mike’s left eye is still scary. And his face is still split. And Will’s face also still looks split and it’s bad out here. Possessiongate is breaking hearts and sacrificing Max. Oof. 

When we see El she has little to no light on her face save for the highlights. But the rest of it is mostly in shadow. She’s not having a good time. What Mike is saying to her is not helping at all. It might actively be making things worse. But we do start seeing the rose behind El again- which was previously hidden fully by her head. 

Again, left eye and a split expression. Creepy ass shit right there- and we can no longer see Will. All weirdly consistant things that stand out in frame with Mike. There’s also the matter of the oven behind him- and the red- AND that strip of light. Will never really leaves frame, because Will is the light this season. Will is Mike’s light. And if Vecna has Will and Mike then they’re kinda stuck. And Mike’s positioing between the red strip and the light behind him reflects that. He’s bordered by El and Will. 

When we ee El, we see Jonathan and Mike’s watches on El’s shoulders- and we see her blue shirt on the table. Her shirt having red roses on it also gives me vibes that this is the exact same situation the El was just in- Vecna has just changed positions. 

Watching Mike’s expressions during the monologue is a fucking ride. I’ve been covering half of his face with my thumb and then shifting it to the other side and every time it’s a different expression entirely. If this is Vecna possessing Mike, then Mike is fighting him. Mike giving up hope isn’t in his characterization at all. In season one, it was Will being alive. In season two it was El being alive and Will making it out alive. In season three it was his and Will’s friendship and making sure everyone was safe. If there’s one thing I understand about Mike, it’s that he doesn't give up. Not when somethings important to him. 

And what him and Will we’re talking about throughout all of season four was about El, yes, but also about telling the truth and opening up to people. And that’s why El was in so many of their conversations, because Mike knows he’s lying to her. The end of season three, we know Mike realized something. And it’s not a stretch to believe that he realized that he wasn’t in love with El. And friends don’t lie. 

This is the opposite of what Will and Mike were talking about. This isn’t a resolution for Mike and El’s fight, because something is wrong with their relationship. It’s based off of the two of them thinking that they were supposed to be together. Mike already said that he loved El in season three, so the problem isn’t saying it. 

The problem has never been saying it.

It’s been whether or not he means it. And he keeps asking if El can hear him, but it’s never mattered if she can hear him when he says it. Because it doesn’t matter if he says it. Because somethings go unsaid. “[He] didn’t have to” hear Will tell him that he was being a dick. Will didn’t have to say it. 

He just had to mean it.

When we see Will, it’s again from El’s angle/perspective. His eye is less dark, and his face much less split. We don’t have to be told how Will feels in this moment. It’s right there in front of our faces. Show don’t tell, actions speak louder than words: “you didn’t have to say it.” That’s why that line is so important. Not only does it contradict what Mike is doing here, it also tells us that the characters in this story have strong relationships and have the ability to communicate uniquely within those relationships. 

Mike’s monologue is not at all unique. It’s about ten different quotes and a thousands cliches mashed together to create the most insincere and impersonal love confession that could ever exist. Mike and Will’s conversations show us that Mike can talk to people in his life that he cares about without doing whatever this shit is in the monologue. 

Even when Mike first goes into El’s room the day after Rink O’ Mania he starts out like Mike. Not how Mike talks to Will- because that’s always been different from how he talks to El, but he talks to her (at the start) like he’s talking to El. Not like he’s talking to the girl that everyone told him he likes. And who he should want to marry. And who should be his girlfriend. 

But the monologue? Mike doesn’t talk like that. He doesn’t say stupid shit like, “you can move mountains.” He’s a writer, fucking hell- he’s a DM. He knows how to be more creative than that. And if Mike was actually going all in and saying fuck it, guess I’ll just suffer- then wouldn’t he put a little effort into it? There’s no “I was being a self pitying idiot” or holding out his hand to Lucas at just the right time in season one or the energy he had when he was screaming at Hopper- there’s no Mike in this damn monologue. 

There isn’t a specific “superhero” or memories or fights or apologies or anything that ties it to Mike or El. Which is why I think Vecna ghostwrote the monologue and then took over when Mike refused to do it.

If we look at Jonathan in this scene, we can see the contrast between the lighting on his face and the lighting on Mike and Will’s faces. Jonathan’s face is being lit normally and shots of him up close really show that Mike and Will aren’t being lit normally. His head is at an angle like Mike’s, but there is minimal shadow on his face. Maybe this is just showing that he’s not the main focus of the scene but it’s just odd that our main focus’ are lit in a way that has specific correlation to established ideas within the work. Vecna’s left eye (and hand- missing) was used as a way for the players to identify him during the Hellfire game. It’s a whole thing with Vecna in D&D, and even if it wasn’t, that’s how we were told to identify him in the first episode. 

While this lighting choice could be a coincidence, it’s connections to dialogue makes me think that it could very well be foreshadowing, and subtext. I started this analysis with skepticism about how Will was lit in season four and I’m going to end it with skepticism about how Mike is lit in season four. We’re coming full circle. 

We consistently have the shadow over Mike’s left eye, the red stripe behind him, and either the oven or Will and the overhead lights. Mike’s shirt pocket is pointing to Will during the entire duration of this scene, and Mike’s face continues to be split into two different expressions. This makes me think that these are deliberate choices in the making of this scene that have meaning that can be analyzed further. 

Small Interlude (mostly reminding myself of things as to not fall into the pit of despair- cheers): The conclusion that I have come to is that Mike is possessed but that is subject to change if something else makes more sense. But that still doesn’t change my thinking that the elements within this scene are deliberate and have meaning. It’s like how I thought El was in love with Mike, but now her character makes more sense to me if she is actually queer and has feelings for Max. This being based on the music box in Nancy’s room being what she picks up in season one and what Nancy notably picks up in season four (and other parallels to robin), the lighting that is established in the scene with the Hawkins crew to have romantic implications, and in her lack of experience within different types of relationships. 

I know that this analysis is really long and bounces around a bit, but this is why. Things mean things when they are placed where we can see them. It’s not always as clear as a rainbow means this character is queer- sometimes it’s the visual of Nancy’s room being typically girlish and how that relates to her coming of age story in seasons one and two (and the rest, but mostly centered around the first two seasons). It’s the same thing when analyzing text; if its there it means something. In King Lear Gloucester loses his eyes because he can not see what is in front of him (which is that his son is trying real hard to keep him alive and that no he should not jump off a cliff because that’s a bad idea- amongst other things). There is no point to putting things places if they are not meant to be noticed. It just draws away from what you actually want to be seen. 

There is a slight shading to El’s left eye which stands out because of what’s happening with Mike and Will (but if it doesn’t stay there I’m just gonna ignore it). We can also see the vine around her neck in every shot we have of her- it’s important. Her not being able to speak- or breath- is important. Just as the rose behind her is important. This is also where we can start to see more clearly how the stained glass window is getting brighter. Instead of mostly being red behind her, we start to see more definition in the colours. 

I’m going this post here because we’ve gone through the second phase of the monologue and I think it’ll be good to have a separation between parts that makes sense. This one is really short- I know- but it’s also got a lot of text.

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Doctor sam and very drugged up bucky nothing weird just Bucky being an absolute sweetheart and flirting with Sam I feel like it would be so funny

(Ha! I love this! I was gonna write this crack but it somehow turned a little angsty and weird 😬 Sorry about that)

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"Will you relax?" Steve puts a hand over Sam's. "You're gonna be fine"

"Do you know when was the last time I went to a club?" Sam asks. "Because I don't."

Steve stroked Sam's hand with his thumb which helps calm him down a little, "Come on, doc. Sometimes you just gotta live a little."

"Hey, man, my idea of living a little is taking off my scrubs at the end of the day, kicking off my shoes, taking a nice warm shower, and then cooking while listening to Marvin Gaye."

Steve chuckles at that. "Yeah, I know. Look if you're not comfortable, we can go somewhere else. Maybe a quiet bar?"

Sam does not want to let his social anxiety take over and keep him from enjoying the little things in life. People often find it odd when Sam tells them about his social anxiety. He is an ER doctor after all. He is surrounded by people day in, day out. But that is different. Those people are either his colleagues or people he helps. Besides, Sam is a different person at work. He is more reserved outside of it.

"No, it's fine. We can stay. I'm gonna go get myself another beer. You want anything?"

Right then Steve's phone rings. He picks it up and sighs. "It's Tony. I swear if this guy makes another change to my storyboard, I will leave his movie."

"Yeah, yeah, so you say." Sam teases. Steve is an animator and currently working on a project for Stark Animations but he constantly clashes with the Producer. "What do you want, by the way?" Sam asks getting up.

"Just get me whatever you're having," Steve says and hurries away.

Sam sighs and goes to the bar waits for the bartender to get him. He suddenly feels a presence a little too close to him and looks over to find a young man standing next to him. Sam offers him a polite smile before moving away.

The man catches him by the elbow and leans in close to his ear. "Hi, I'm Bucky," he says with a slurred speech.

Alarm bells start to go off in Sam's head and he turns around to fully face the man, only to find him standing there looking dazed. His pupils are dilated and it seems like he was having a hard time controlling his eye movements.

"I'm Sam," Sam replies. "Are you okay?"

"Never better, sweetheart," the man smirks at him.

Sam knows when someone's drugged. He sees enough cases in his ER every day. He pulls Bucky aside and helps him sit at the nearest booth.

Sam crouches down in front of the young man and opens his eyes to look at his pupils before measuring his pulse. It is slowed.

"Buy me a drink first," Bucky says with a sweet smile and reaches out to touch Sam's face.

"Uh... excuse me? What are you doing?"

Sam looks up to find a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young woman standing next to them and he gets up from the sticky floor.

"Is he with you?" He asks.

"Yeah, he's my friend. Why are you checking his pulse?"

"He's been drugged," Sam replies.

"What?" The woman asks, alarmed. "What do you mean he's been drugged?"

Bucky reaches out to touch nothing in particular and Sam points at him.

"See, I think he's having hallucinations," Sam tells her. "If I'm not mistaken, I think it's Ket."

"Why do you know all this?" The woman asks suspiciously

"I'm a doctor," Sam replies. "I'd take him to an ER if I were you."

Bucky grabs Sam's arm and pulls him down, making Sam stumble and fall in his lap.

"You're so gorgeous," says Bucky, looking at Sam in awe. "Can I take you home?"

Sam struggles to get up from his lap but Bucky holds him tight around the waist. The man was strong. "Hey, buddy, you wanna let me go?"

"Nooooo.... stay!" Bucky whines and nuzzles his arm like a damn cat.

The woman chuckles and Sam looks up to glare at her.

"You really need to get him to the ER," Sam tells her. "Also, maybe try to figure out who drugged him?"

"I know exactly who drugged him," the woman grits through her teeth. "Can you stay with him?" She doesn't wait for an answer before storming away, yelling, "HEY! WALKER!"

There's suddenly commotion on the other end of the club as the woman pins someone against the wall and threatens him.

"So Sammy..." Bucky trails off. "Can I call you Sammy?" He doesn't wait for an answer either before saying, "I'm gonna call you Sammy!"

"Please don't." Sam struggles once again to get off of him.

"Sammy, will you be my boyfriend?" Bucky blinks up at him

"And you'll forget all about me tomorrow morning," Sam tells him

"I'll never forget you," Bucky pouts at him. "You're the most beautiful guy I have ever seen."

"So, you like me for my beauty?" Sam can't help but tease him.

"No, I like you because I think you're awesome," Bucky replies.

"You don't even know me."

"Come home with me and I'll get to know you," Bucky smirks.

"Well, he's never coming anywhere near my best friend again," the woman says when she returns to the booth.

Sam absentmindedly rubs Bucky's arm. "Who is he?"

"His name's Walker. He and Bucky don't get along so he drugged him tonight to embarrass him."

"Oh..." Realization hits Sam. "Y'all are in college, aren't you?"

"Seniors," the woman admits. "I'm Sharon, by the way. Nice to meet you."

Sam goes to shake her proffered hand but Bucky pulls him back. "No. Mine!"

"I'm not yours, buddy," Sam sighs. "Now let me go."

"Sam?"

Sam lets out a sigh of relief when he sees Steve.

"Why are you sitting on some random guy's lap?" He asks, amused.

"Who's that?" Bucky frowns at Steve.

"That uh..." Sam trails off. "That's my boyfriend."

That loosens Bucky's grip around him and Sam immediately gets up and moves to stand beside Steve. He links his arm with Steve, who looks over at him confused.

"You have a boyfriend?" Bucky pouts at him and looks like he's on the verge of tears.

Sam feels bad, but he says, "Yeah, sorry, man. It was nice to meet you, though. Please take him to the ER." Sam tells Sharon before dragging Steve out of there.

"What was that?" Steve asks confused. "Why did you lie to them? And I think you broke that guy's heart."

Sam turns around to see Sharon hugging her friend who looks like he was crying. That tugs at Sam's heart but he tears his eyes away from them.

"He's young. He'll live."