#lycion doll

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WE HAVE REACHED THE SLUTTY CURSED STAGE OF TINY LYCION

[malewifesband]

sure you can do what you want with your trans headcanons but dont you want to explore the themes of the work. dont you want to see characters who actually have experiences like yours be the ones who are like you. laios' experience is simply not a transmasculine one, but it is a very, very transfeminine one

laios feels rejected by other men, bullied relentlessly by then as a child in all-male settings, and seems to feel safer with women BUT also feels innately like a predator around them (always keeping physical distance, terrified that others would even THINK he was attracted to marcille). he does everything in his power to seem safer and smaller and models much of his body language after like cute girls (i dont have the panel on hand, but the way he plays with the rim of his plate and then shyly looks up while pouting his lip when asking marcille if she wanted to stay on the island instead of go to jail is one example, but theres a lot. a lot.). hes envious of and idolizes his sister, sees her as more deserving of life than him. all these themes together are a very transfeminine themed character: the desire to become a monster (and even more his desire to become a dog) speaks to a desire to shed more his manhood than humanity outright. being a man specifically seems to limit him

there are a number of characters with more transmaculine themes. senshis desire to be a man in his own way, without the need for 'iron in his veins' (also very gay). chilchucks (and all halffoots) adoption of toxic masculine traits in order to 'pass' as a grown man when people refuse to see him as such, despite the damage it does to himself and to the women he loves. Kabrus feeling that he's just his foster mother's doll + the thing where a little girl who looks just like him sees the dungeon opening. falins tendency to go with whatever others want for her until she is fused with a (male) dragon and suddenly finding that she knows what she wants and is willing to assert herself to get it. lycions whole allegorical transition and the very firm assertion that he is a man in the adventurers bible despite being quite manly for an elf already. izutsumi reads the same both transmaculinely and transfemininely. otta, tbh. wont get into that one.

laios i think only makes sense as a transfeminine character

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"Heeeeey, Patta-doll!" Fleki grinned, Lycion coming up behind her with an enormous stack of loose papers. "Listen, I know you've got your issues with us being convicted criminals and all-"

"That's-!" Pattadol sputtered, Cithis smirking behind her. "N-No, it isn't that I'm working with murderers and the like!"

"Indirect murder." Cithis teased her.

"You-"

"Yeah, see, you need friends that don't have shotacon vibes. Otta." Fleki nodded seriously.

"Twenty-five is middle-aged for a half-foot!" Otta protested.

"Anyways," Fleki took a sheet of paper from Lycion and handed it to Pattadol. "Me and Lycie took it upon ourselves to make recruitment posters, so you can make some non-criminal friends, heheh!"

"Oh..." Pattadol blinked as Fleki handed everyone a poster. "That's... Actually rather thoughtful of you, Fleki. We need to increase staffing anyways, or so I've heard, so it-" Pattadol's tongue froze in her mouth as she unfolded the poster.

It was a poster of her captain, Mithrun of the House of Kerensil, as naked as the day he was born. He was languidly reclined on a throne-like seat, with a sword in a loose reverse grip in one hand and an enormous falcon perched on his limply-outstretched opposite hand. The only thing that saved his modesty in the slightest was an unfurling cloth banner, reading "YOU". Pattadol realized abruptly that, as a recruitment poster, there were actual words to be read.

"MITHRUN WANTS" was the top border of the poster, in bold letters; "YOU" was on the banner, draped across Mithrun's lap; "To join the Canaries!" was in a much neater cursive font adorning the bottom, just barely obscuring Mithrun's feet.

"Oh, this is actually pretty well-made." Otta whistled, holding the poster like a centerfold.

"And accurate, as well." Cithis remarked. "How did you get him to model for you?"

"I drew him completely from memory." Lycion preened.

"WHEN DID YOU SEE THE CAPTAIN LIKE THIS?!" Pattadol broke out of her stupor to demand.

"See me like what." Mithrun stated as he drifted into the room. Pattadol jumped and instinctively tore the poster in half.

"Captain!" Fleki floated over to Mithrun. "Check out these recruitment posters we made!"

Pattadol watched in horror as Mithrun unfolded the poster and scanned the thing from top to bottom.

"...You got the size of the bulge wrong." Mithrun critiqued.

"Oh, I really didn't~" Lycion grinned wolfishly.

Pattadol began to scream.

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ALRIGHT GANG, lil Mithrun update! Because it’s. Just. Too in character.

First! Behold - the criminal (feat. Beloved Artist’s Crocheted LaiosBeast):

You may recall, every single piece of this little bastard man found its way into the garbage behind my back at least twice

He has since become my bed buddy, and given my history with bed buddies, I pretty much expected this would end the way it always has previously: with me semi-regularly having to go get him from across the room in the morning

(Yes that is part of the reason I wanted to make teleportation jokes)

But

Uh

That is not what has happened

Because not only is he usually still in bed when I wake up… I’m still holding him?

I am an agile sleeper and he is very much contending for space with a 5’ tall medicinal body pillow which does semi-regularly find its way off the bed even now; I can’t remember ever waking up still holding something I went to sleep with

Except this lil bugger

Now he does have magnet hands, so it is technically possible I have secretly been a cyborg all this time and never knew, but. That’s not the good bit.

The good bit. The Mithrun bit. Is that increasingly often I am waking up, still holding lil Mithrun… but his skirt has come off at some point during the night

Also one or both boots

This morning, I woke up and found his SKIRT on the floor next to the bed. Fully unhooked instead of just slipped off, too

Tiny bastard is performing secret late night strip tease until I surrender and stop procrastinating and make him a Kabru?

(Joke’s on him I’m not letting Kabru be a bed buddy it’s crowded enough with me and partner and body pillow I barely get away with Mithrun)

(Yes partner was worried the tiny Canaries would also be joining us back when I finished Lycion but nooooo that is a bad idea they’re all joining the Pokemon Wall

Lycion is having a lovely time with the bitey boys

)

(I should have made Lycion’s tiny mouth open when I make his true form it totally will)

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Alright fuckers I took another stab at it and did the thing, I may/may not finish the actual like, proportionate version one day but he needed to exist and hair hides all my arm related sins.

Please dear gods anyone whose art is even a tertiary focus Lycion NEEEEEDS a Knot All Men shirt I am beset by cursed visions but usually I write them or make cursed little dolls (yes there will be a cursed little Lycion doll with a cursed little shirt but the embroidery thread is fucking fighting me on Mithrun so I dunno when)

Also he has a smoothie

Because one of the many reasons I really do not draw much is I am aphantasmic and do not and cannot visualize so let me tell you every single aspect of this except the shirt just. Happened. What are poses. What are limbs. Bodies exist but WHY.

The shirt had to be a crop top tho for legal reasons that was extremely clear to me

(Hey fun realization tiny Lycion and I feel exactly the same way about all his lil elf limbs they're all wrong and we hate them WAS MY MISTAKE NOT TRYING TO DRAW HIM AS A FURRY. Fuck. I think furries are harder but I might try it.)

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Y’all every single thing that can go wrong with the Mithrun armour cosplay has gone wrong

I’ve had to recut lining for every single piece at least once

I’ve been reshaping the jacket part since March and I need to wear the binder every time cuz the tiddies are not the shape I will be

The skirt which is deadass just straight lines all sewed together developed a curve so I took it apart and put it back together being so so careful to make it lie straight

The curve is now slighter but longer

Did the collar yesterday and all the points done fucked themselves when I added the main to the lining

This costume is destroying my mental health but at the same time I had this thought yesterday and my brain went “well this is the most Mithrun thing that could possibly happen”

And it’s such a funny fucking thought now I’m giggling every time something gets fucked so I’ve ruined it but also definitely a good thing

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Soooo it’s been a while since I’ve had any writing to post, but! This little snippet grabbed me by the neck and I’m a sucker for the Canaries, especially Lycion and Cithis, so please enjoy! 😁

Oh and join the Welsh Lycion agenda. It’s what he deserves

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Professional Opinions

Cithis glanced down as something rolled away from her foot. It was a half rotten apple, likely discarded by whoever last checked their stores.

Hopefully they’d found it in time, but she doubted it. Incompetence was everywhere.

Still, she crouched down to pick it up anyway, holding it carefully by the less mushy side. It wasn’t like she’d had anything to do anyway; she’d just been wandering, looking for inspiration. She was always restless just out of a dungeon.

Could she persuade her new pet captain to eat this? That might be entertaining. Although he hadn’t actually objected to anything else she’d done to him, even when she lifted the illusion.

She’d dressed him up like a sweet little doll, had him eat on the ground at her feet, fed him the scraps of all of their meals, had him sleep on the ground and surrounded by dolls. Those first few months had been very entertaining, until she noticed the pattern.

He didn’t care. She could lift the illusion at any time, and his expression never budged. As if he hadn’t even noticed he was being influenced.

She’d even had him leave his clothes entirely on the day they’d finally been given a dungeon assignment; they’d walked through town, the whole squad and their captain as naked as the day he was born to reach the docks.

The rest of the squad had enjoyed that, at least. They were clever enough not to make themselves the target of her fun (although she wasn’t actually sure it would be possible to embarrass two of them, either) and very much enjoyed her games.

Their other warden didn’t, but they’d annoyed her one time too many already; and more to the point, they’d gone ahead to secure the squad’s passage. She’d dropped the illusion just as they entered the busiest part of the port, sure she’d finally get some kind of reaction.

The captain’s step hadn’t even faltered. He’d not even noticed the rest of them slowing down to see what would happen. Just kept going until she’d had to correct him to get him towards the right ship.

On the one hand, it meant she could be more creative and take more time over her games; he wouldn’t try and head her off, or question why she wanted something. He’d requisition anything she asked for.

On the other hand, as much as the squad’s reactions were entertaining, she still felt he was robbing her of his. What was the point of humiliating someone who simply didn’t care?

Perhaps she’d finally find a boundary. And if she didn’t, they’d just finished a mission. It would be several months before they were given another assignment, so he’d have time to recover. Probably.

Straightening, she looked around and wandered off to find the captain. She wasn’t expecting to be intercepted by Lycion.

“Okay, you’ve found the limit there.”

Cithis paused, turning towards the beastman with her sweet smile fixed firmly in place. He’d not bothered objecting to any of her other games. Honestly, he barely objected to more than the captain; he was laid back, easy going, and boringly unchallenging.

“I don’t know what you mean, Lycion.”

He even had his same lazy half smile on now, and Cithis felt an entirely hypocritical tinge of annoyance. He nodded to the apple in her hands, not even getting up from his comfortable sprawl in…

What the hell was he sitting in. A moment’s closer examination showed it to be a sort of hammock, strung between two trees and made of… probably his and Fleki’s blankets together, somehow.

While that was more ingenious than she’d expect of him, she’d deal with his impertinence first.

“You’re not feeding that to the captain.” He even sounded so sure, the softly rounded lilt of his accent not fit for certainty.

Cithis scoffed, glancing down at the apple. Honestly, it was only half mush. Not even growing visible mold yet.

“Of course not. I just wanted to see if he’d object.” If he assumed that meant she’d have stopped the captain if he did go to eat it, that was on him.

And yet she was still annoyed that he clearly didn’t, cocking an all too knowing eyebrow at her.

“I’ll save you the time, luv. He won’t object, he would eat it, and you’re not giving it to him,” Lycion said plainly, swinging gracefully up to sit, even when by all rights he should probably have dropped down between the two blankets.

At least that would have been interesting.

Cithis took a moment to have another, longer look at him. She didn’t quite have a grip on Lycion yet; wasn’t sure what made him tick, or what threads she could pull to unravel him.

That was unusual, but the main problem was that he actually had such an obvious, blinding weak point that it made his actual weakness hard to spot… his disdain for his elven body.

Cithis could frankly take men or leave them without comment, and she’d certainly known plenty of people with fantasies for slavering beasts that she’d had a lovely time exploiting in the past. They just didn’t usually want to be the slavering beast.

Or go out and make it happen. That was the problem; Lycion despised his elven form, which was usually an exceptionally easy target for her to exploit, but he also had another option. She couldn’t pick at it, because he’d just agree that the wolf was far superior.

He’d not given her any trouble so far, so it hadn’t come up, but she wasn’t completely sure how to put him back in his place yet. Perhaps this concern for the captain could be a place to start.

“Oh? So you’ve tried it before?” She asked innocently, letting the apple fall as she turned to face him. Keeping her hands free.

She could always pick it up again afterwards.

Lycion chuckled softly, sitting sideways across the hammocks and letting his bare feet brush the grass.

“No, but you’re not the first. Not so much an original thinker, but we keep a closer eye on stores now than some squads. He also won’t stop if something you’ve given him is off, except occasionally to spit bits out. It pays to be careful,” he explained cheerfully, leaning back on both arms.

Not that he needed his hands for his own specialty. Or any kind of focus. Although there was a slight time delay…

Cithis laughed softly, none of her calculations showing, and tucked her long hair behind her ear.

“Oh my, you’re so attentive of him… I do wonder why they brought me in to take care of him,” she mused, tapping her chin and watching from the corner of one eye in case the jibe landed.

Would he care that no one thought a beastman could be a caregiver?

It didn’t seem to, the bastard was as relaxed as ever, still smiling.

“They’re probably hoping you can illusion him into taking some initiative. I wouldn’t put money on it working, but one thing you’re not going to do is put him in harm’s way. That includes making him sick,” he added, nodding to the fallen apple.

Cithis considered pointing out it’d take considerable effort on her part to put the captain more in harm’s way than he’d put himself. That first excursion into a dungeon had been… educational.

She’d just been getting used to her placid little pet, when all of a sudden he’d transformed into a steel arrow of purpose. And immediately collapsed back once the dungeon lord had been defeated and the dungeon fell.

Not much point though; Lycion had at least several more years experience with the captain than she did. He clearly already knew.

So instead she chuckled again, fingertips tapping gently against her chin.

“Well, aren’t you an attentive little watchdog for him,” she cooed, eyes narrowed to slits.

He actually laughed; not a potential weak point then. And he might have noticed her prodding.

“I guess that makes it a professional opinion if I call you a bitch then, doesn’t it?” He asked casually, and despite the flash of annoyance Cithis’ lips almost twitched.

Alright, he was a funny mutt. She could appreciate that. But then he kept talking.

“Of course, if you’re the sort who always have to feel like you’re the one in control,” and he gave her a fucking sideways grin like he’d already decided she was, “think of it like this: the captain’s as close to a sure thing as you can get in a dungeon.

He’s never been killed. Not even once. And he’s not a creep, or an asshole, and he thinks we’re people, so even if you’ll be fine no matter who wanders in, you don’t wanna piss off the whole squad by putting that at risk. It’s just not worth it.”

Worse yet, he was a clever mutt. And he did make a good point; Cithis had never been particularly good at remembering other people had feelings, let alone that she should care what they were.

(And how much did she really need to care? It was never all that relevant when she could make them feel any way she wanted them to. Far easier to just use illusions to smooth things over.)

But… the momentary amusement watching the captain eat something rotten would give her just wouldn’t be worth practically any trouble at all. And certainly not when she would likely at least be in proximity to whatever clean up would have to happen afterwards.

And, until she did decide to leave the Canaries again, her fellow convicts were allies of necessity. Direct violence was not her strong suit, and it couldn’t always be avoided in a dungeon, even by her. She’d need them.

She’d especially need the beastman, unfortunately. He was the only physical fighter they had worth standing behind; the captain was extremely quick to get his own hands dirty, but even after their first dungeon Cithis had privately sworn to keep her distance as much as possible when he fought.

A teleportation expert with no sense of direction was bad enough, but he also had no depth perception. That could come in handy, though. As would one other comment Lycion had made.

On an impulse, she let the sweetness drop. If she bothered staying with the Canaries this time, they would be spending a lot more time together; it would be tiresome to keep the façade up all the time.

“He’s never been killed in a dungeon, you say?” She asked, examining her nails as a new plan began cooking.

From the tilt of a brow, the beast clearly noticed. At least he was also clever enough not to say anything, instead nodding and focusing on the spoken question.

“Not even his.”

That.

Cithis paused.

She hadn’t been told how the captain had come to be as he was. Hadn’t bothered asking, either Flamela or Mithrun himself.

Maybe she should have. There was clearly quite the story there… It would explain a lot. Certainly why the captain only came alive when they finally reached a dungeon.

Another time. At least there would be plenty of stories to share.

And, if the captain could actually be relied upon to stay alive in a dungeon… it would be so much smoother to remove their other warden while they were already inside. It made accidents so much more convincing… and simpler to arrange.

If she could stomach the oaf until they reached their next dungeon. Normally she’d prefer to deal with problems like them between missions, when they could safely have another warden delivered before she was put in any actual danger.

Cithis had no intention of letting the Canaries’ stupid little leash on her magic cost her life, so she always needed at least one warden alive. And of all the wardens she’d had so far… Mithrun was certainly the least objectionable.

If preserving his life meant that she could burn through other wardens however she chose, it would be worth the minimal effort.

Lycion didn’t so much as twitch when she raised her belled staff, a quick incantation setting the rotten apple ablaze. That could be brave, foolish, or just unfamiliar with her reputation; not many elves who’d seen Cithis cast were so confident when she raised her staff.

She’d have time to decide, whichever it was. She gave him another smile, this one less obsequiously false. A little more respectful, as much as she bothered respecting anyone.

“Thank you for informing me. I’ll keep it in mind.”

The other elf chuckled softly, dropping straight back into his awful hammock and still somehow not falling directly through.

“Sure. So long as we understand each other.”

Turning to leave, possibly to find the captain anyway (and finally ask some questions), Cithis paused again. Looked back over her shoulder.

After all, they’d be spending time together. It wouldn’t do to leave him with a false impression that she could be intimidated.

“We do. Oh, and Lycion?” She waited until his head rose back to where she could see his face, then gave him her very sweetest smile. “Never threaten me again.”

A sly, wolfish smile spread across his usually passive face in return, golden eyes flashing briefly in a way that sent a sudden chill down her spine.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

And all of a sudden Cithis realized that she also hadn’t asked what had happened to the previous warden the dullard who came with her had replaced. That perhaps she wasn’t the first to see just how much easier it would be to make someone disappear in a dungeon, with the captain’s obsessive competence as a shield.

While she was completely certain she could make Lycion gnaw his own limbs off in a head to head fight, all he had to do to kill her in a dungeon was just… not protect her. Not find her body for revival if she fell. It happened all the time.

He wouldn’t even need to change, and there was nothing at all she could do about it.

Yet.

Eyes narrowed, Cithis met his gaze for a long moment, then nodded stiffly and stalked away.

One chance, then. One warning. She could live with that, although finding out what made him tick had just risen to the top of her priorities list.

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And listen, was this whole thing spun out just for that exchange where Cithis calls Lycion a dog so he calls her a bitch?

Yup

But it also needed to happen and I love ‘em both to death, so 😁

Should have some more After Dinner Mints soon too, the next one features the main characters much more prominently (which may be why it’s come slower, or that might be the two months of con crunch back to back…)

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GUYS WHO IS READY FOR SOME BAD DECISIONS

yeah yeah he has a face now his head is coming together and he finally has hair cut he looks so sad look at him

More importantly

I want to put magnets in his hands, so he can clap and hold hands with Kabru and Lycion dolls when I make those and hold a knife

I want to put thin magnets in his hands so they don’t feel awful

Guess what is the only kind of magnet you can get 1mm thick

Neodymium 👀

The good shit

So I, like a good adult, did some online shopping and found some nice thin little neodymium magnets that are 10mm across and 1mm thick to go in his lil handses, similar to ones I’ve used before for prop making

And I got the weakest wee neodymiums they sell these days, N35 (11kg lifting power 👀 many knives)

But see the problem is the partner has found he likes using Mithrun’s tiny soft body to clean his computer screen, because he’s the perfect size and also I keep leaving him on top of his computer

And he is understandably displeased with the idea of neodymium magnets near ANY of our fun electronics like phones and tablets because we’re both magnetic hard drives old

So today I have spent about 3 hours doing researching and science and finding datasheets about the safe distance for all grades of neodymium magnets to sensitive objects like credit cards

And for the N35s you gotta be real close! Like 2cm before it fucks up a credit card!

And if you aren’t using a VERY old hard drive, you’re not going to wipe the memory with anything less than an industrial magnet anyway, because the SSDs in most computers and all phones and tablets do not use magnetism to encode memory

(The thing you can fuck up on a phone with magnets is the compass and some other delicate sensors which control things like your GPS and lens auto zoom and stuff - which is mostly fixed by moving the magnet but can be dangerous)

Partner remains sceptical for obvious “we cannot afford to replace these” reasons

So

I keep looking, both for thinner ceramic magnets and ways to safety my neodymiums

And I find two super easy convenient options

1) wrap that bitch in tape or plastidip or similar

This is recommended anyway since neodymiums tend to shatter if you let them clack together over any distance at all, and basically powder themselves all over everything and all the powder is also super magnetic and Will Not Be Moved

It’ll also seriously decrease the strength with even a thin layer, because the power of the magnet drops dramatically with increased surface area

(I do not want increased surface area but fuck it it’ll be less than 5mm I’ll take it)

2) heat

You bake that little bitch in your oven’s lowest setting for about 15 minutes like a tiny and powerful cookie and it just leeches the power right out

Cuz neodymium magnets are magnetised by being superheated and allowed to cool within a strong magnetic field

(This is why they are not used across all industrial magnet applications; they cannot take more than 320 degrees Celsius before being permanently demagnetised)

I learned this because some poor soul accidentally bought N50 neodymium magnets to try and stick things to his fridge with and ended up with magnets he could not physically separate that he wanted to weaken

Which is for the best because N50s can crush bones and damn near amputate fingers

(They’re about 30% stronger across the board than the N35, and can lift 14-14.5kg)

This is why you Never Ever Ever buy a magnet from anyone anywhere ever that does not tell you the grade, Amazon sellers don’t even all have a fucking website or data sheet you can check it is BULLSHIT

All neodymium magnets should have a grade starting with N and ranging from N35 to about N52 for easy access, but N42 is about where the price starts rising ridiculously with each grade and you can usually just use more than one magnet BUT.

You do not fucking need an N42 for most craft projects

You do not fucking need an N35 for most craft projects but they don’t make the weaker grades anymore

Ceramic or ferric magnets have grades that start in a Y and may be followed by letters as well as numbers

Flexible magnets are pathetic weak babysauce and none of them have grades but they also won’t hold a wet fart

We’re going to use the tape on our magnets, obviously

So Mithrun’s getting the power to lift a small dog until I like the winged lion nerf his ass to merely hold hands and knives

(I did also look up the average weights of boring to exciting knives to see what grade of other kinds of magnets I would need to be able to arm him and dammit it needs to be the neodymium it is tragic)

…. Okay gang so if I make me a lil Mithrun plushie which face does he get? Note: my 2D art skills are negligible but I’m gonna do the glass eye, it’s just not really mobile

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Did I mention he has magnets in his hands to hold hands and also his head specifically so Mithrun doll can do this?

WE HAVE REACHED THE SLUTTY CURSED STAGE OF TINY LYCION

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A tiny naked man is assailing my fridge!!!

Where are you going Lycion? What crimes will you commit?

WE HAVE REACHED THE SLUTTY CURSED STAGE OF TINY LYCION

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HE IS FINISHED.

Well.

Almost finished.

Now he’s perfect

WE HAVE REACHED THE SLUTTY CURSED STAGE OF TINY LYCION