#occido

[junos-oc-emporium]

The outpost season 2 + side characters!

[daalphawolfe13]

Finally finished the water starter for my fakemon region: Occido. Meet Tiyogi, the floating log pokemon. Their name comes from the Hopi myth of the Colorado River about a boy named Tiyo and the beginning of gilla monster, which is what this creature is based on. Look forward to a poll soon to determine who's your favorite of the starters.

[garlicboi]

I got a new costume to wear when i go out foraging, so now everybody will know i’m a medic! People called plague doctors wear this. I love the mask. I wonder if the ravens will like it, too!

Doctor Death by purplewolfarts

[hemogoblin-art]

Meet Heath (nobody knows his real name). He's the gang leader of OCCIDO, a murderous mafia gang (and one of the biggest contributors to the Illegal Meat Market/IMM/CryptoCarnis).

The gang consists of four other members, composed of a polar bear (female), a clouded leopard (male), a kangaroo (female) and a Homo sapien (male) (I am yet to decide on their names).

The gang is based in Canada, usually on the northern parts.

[stargayzerlily03]

A nightmare

Lily has a nightmare about the Master and mister Quinlan comforts her.

This is my first time writing anything about my The Strain self insert AU. English is not my first language so there might be some errors, but I hope you can enjoy reading this nonethless!

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It was late in the night way past the midnight, and the full moon shone brightly from the windows, making every surface the light touched glow dimly blue. It was such a rare sight to see the Moon or the Sun from the clouds these days when the thick layers of clouds and ash buried everything beneath them. Quinlan was sitting on the ground and reading very keenly in the dim light of his lantern the most priced artefact, Occido Lumen, that his rag tag team of a resistance group had gotten into their posession and held all the secrets of the strigoi and how to defeat the Master once and for all. He had almost forgotten how much he loved the Moon and its faint blue light. To him the Moon was what the Sun was for humans. He could only tolerate the harsh, burning rays of the sunlight to an extent, but moonlight was fine for him. The Moon was the Sun of the strigoi. He was deep in his thoughts, reading the old pages full of small, squiggly letters written in beautiful cursive by the hand of a man nearly half a millenia ago, trying his very best to decode its meaning.

He was forced to snap out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard a silent whimper coming from the direction of the hallway in front of him. For a moment he heard nothing, but then the whimpering started again, followed by silent sounds of incoherent speech that sounded like pleading. It was clear to him that somebody was talking in their sleep and their sleep definitely wasn't peaceful. He felt sorry for the restless sleeper and decided that it would be for the best to wake them up from their troubled slumber. He shut the book and got up from his resting place and started walking towards the noice, his boots clacking on the ground as he walked in the hallway. In the middle of the hallway the sounds of incoherent speech and whimpering turned into helpless screams of terror and despair, and Quinlan quickened his pace into a run and went into the room where the noices were coming from. He slammed the door open and in the doorway he saw Lily laying on a dirty mattress, moving restlessly and screaming in her sleep. He quickly went to her side and took her by the shoulders and shook her gently, but firmly trying to shake her awake and save her from her dreams. It seemed to do the trick, because Lily jolted awake with a loud gasp, blinking rapidly and looking around with a completely bewildered face, until she realized Quinlan was there and let out a deep, relieved sigh and sunk into his arms. The relief didn't last long, because Quinlan could see how tears were beginning to run down her white cheeks and she started sobbing quietly. Lily curled into a ball and hugged her knees while sobbing. Instinctively Quinlan placed a hand on her back and began stroking it gently. The act reminded him slightly of how he had used to soothe his daughter, Sora, after she had had a bad dream and was crying. For a moment it was just silence, except for the sobs and the sniffles, but then Lily heard Quinlan's calm baritone voice in her head.

- "Are you alright? You were screaming quite loudly in your sleep."

Lily sniffled once and spoke

- "I saw the Master in my dreams and......I think he saw me too." She swallowed and then continued and Quinlan listened.

- "He demanded me to bring him Occido Lumen and to reveal our hiding place or he would make me watch as he kills every single person I've ever cared about in my life."

Then she broke down in tears, sobbing quietly in her hands while Quinlan continued to soothe her.

- "His voice sounded so horrible in my head, like the most loudest thunderstorm I've ever heard, breaking my eardrums and.....and....I was so afraid. Afraid that in my fear I would tell him everything."

- "It is alright. He is not here. He has no power over you and he cannot hurt you in this moment. Trust me." Quinlan stated calmly, wrapping his strong arms around Lily, bringing her head to rest against his chest while he gently stroked her hair.

Hearing him say that made Lily relax a bit more and she let out a tired yet relieved sigh, sinking more into Quinlan's embrace. Her crying had ceased for now leaving her sniffling her runny nose. Her cheeks were still wet and eyes red. She dried her eyes and nose on the sleeve of her pink hoodie and looked at Quinlan with her bright blue eyes trying to muster up a small smile. Then she pulled away from the hug looking away a bit embarrassed like she wanted something, but was too afraid to ask for it. After a moment she gathered up her courage and finally asked.

- "I don't think I'm going back to sleep again anytime soon. Quinlan.....um.....could you perhaps read me something? I know it sounds silly, but I think it would make me feel better" Then she raised her hands in front of her in a defensive gesture clearly not wanting to bother the man any more than necessary and added, "But of course only if you want to, I don't want to bother you."

A small, genuine smile curved into Quinlan's lips.

- "Of course I can read for you. What do you want me to read?" He asked, waiting for Lily's answer, but she had gone silent again, looking away, embarassed and avoidin Quinlan's gaze, fidgeting with her hands and pursing her lips.

- "I was hoping for that maybe you could read Occido Lumen for me, since I can't read it myself, because the whole thing is made of silver and it hurts me. But I understand completely if you don't want to do that. It's a sacred book afterall made for humans, not strigoi." She said looking down, ashmased of her own request.

For a moment Quinlan was silenty depating in his mind, his hand resting on his chin, whether or not he should read the book for her, but then he came to that conclusion that in a way Lily had the right to hear about the book, because afterall the book was made for the humans and she had been a human herself most of her life, before containing the disease and turning into a strigoi. Besides, she was far more human than the mindless slaves of the Master that were only mere shadows of humans they had once been, now having the body of a strigoi with no will of their own unlike her. Lily may be a strigoi, but her heart was still human's despite everything that has happened to her. Deep inside Quinlan had already decided that he would read the book for her if that would make her forget about the horrible nightmare she had seen about the Master. He placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke in her mind.

- "I can read the book for you. The book was made for the humans afterall, and despite everything that has happened to you, in my eyes you are still a human. So technically speaking, you have a right to hear about it"

Lily raised her head to look at him, first in confusion from the sudden agreement, but then her confusion turned into excitement and her face lit up into a wide smile showing her small, but sharp fangs.

- "Wait, really? Thank you so much for agreeing to read for me! I've been so curious about Occido Lumen this whole time and I can't wait to hear about its secrets! She said enthusiastically, flapping her hands.

Quinlan couldn't help, but grin at the short strigoi's radiant enthusiasm and her bright spirit.

- "Of course. What would you like me to read from Occido Lumen? Do you want to hear about the birth of the Ancients or perhaps the Master's tale?" He tilted his head to the side, ready to hear about the answer she would give to him.

- "Well, I would like to hear about those too, but I'd mostly want to hear about your kind, the half-strigoi, half-humans, the borns, if that's alright with you."

- "That is alright with me. Come, I left the book in the hallway, let's go read it there." He said while standing up and extending his hand for her to hold and after a moment of silence she nodded, accepting the born's gentlemanly gesture and Quinlan gently wrapped his clawed fingers around Lily's pale and delicate hand and together they walked in the hallway, their footsteps echoing in the walls, hand in hand

And so the two of them sat there side by side, Lily resting her head on Quinlan's shoulder while the moonlight illuminated their forms with its faint, blue light. They stayed there all night: Quinlan reading the magical book's silvery pages while Lily keenly listened his every word that echoed in her mind in that sweet baritone tune that was like music to her ears and heart. The horrors of the nightmare had vanished from her mind leaving only serenity and bliss afterwards.

[break-p8int]

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[strxgxi]

He knew he shouldn’t blame himself for Louisa and Lizzy, but he did. She was a strange one, but a lovely one. She was the first human kindness since his mother, and for a few months she had been everything. That was so long ago, but still felt like a fresh wound.

He nodded softly as Fet supported him. It was what he needed, what he wanted. All of his life he’d wandered without having a single person that had his back in all things. Fet was.. a friend. He was becoming more of a friend really, and it made him conflicted. He couldn’t lose another one. Not again. And he was going to die. He couldn’t do that to Fet.

“ We have. Come with me. “ He assured, and Wuinlan led him out of the main room of their hideout to where the Occido Lumen was held. It sat on a desk, and he walked up to it, fingers carefully handling the fragile pages. He had a warmth then, maybe a smile. “ If I had all the time in the world, I’d take my time deciphering this. It’s filled with ancient languages, dead languages. The artwork is exquisite.. “ He almost spoke like an auctioneer then, hyping up the prize.

“ The Master fears the face of god. He was an angel, ripped asunder by god himself, if you believe in those sort of things, the pieces scattered over the Earth. The only thing I can think of bright enough, and powerful enough to replicate something like that? A nuclear explosion. We find him, we cook him, we kill him. Game’s over, we win. “

Quinlan was trying to identify what was happening in his mind and body. These feelings were so foreign, long forgotten and believed to be nonexistent. He couldn’t forgive himself after what happened to … her. Though they were hunting the master and Fet knew exactly what he was getting into, there was a worry that he might lose him. This was a thought he didn’t think he could bare.

The tentacle shit comment made him chortle. “ If you wish me well fed, I’d have to take blood every day. I only need to feed every four days to remain strong. Doctor Goodweather has said he might be able to supply me with some blood bags before we go… most likely a former blood bank. “

He paused, slowly raising his eyes to his. “ However, fresh blood is truly needed. I.. will not ask you to donate such a thing. “ But if he wanted to, it would be most welcome. He smirked softly. “ The.. tentacle shit, as you call it? I am a dhampir. I cannot spread the virus. Yet the times I have fed and not killed, it seemed to be… pleasant, for the donor. “ Chitter. He remembered how often he drank from Louisa, and how much she truly enjoyed it. She was an odd and remarkable woman.

[ultraviolet-cello]

Day 3 - Occido, the side character who shows up, everyone loves him, then disappears

[5thinvictus]

An Occido Lumen ... for ants!!!

[avastyetwats]

It warmed Fet's heart to know that Quinlan was looking forward to spending time with them, that he seemed to want to be a part of this found family. Fet knew it couldn't be easy because of how different he was and how he'd been treated so harshly because of what he was. A slave, an attraction, a monster... but here, he was none of those things. Here he was an ally. A friend. He was family. He's proven himself through all of the help he's provided, even if they did get off to a rocky start. What with the lack of trust and him stealing the Occido Lumen, but it was only because they all wanted the same thing: to kill the Master once and for all. And if there was one person that had every right to kill that bastard, it was Quinlan. Should they find him together, Fet would make damn sure he got the killing blow. He deserved that.

"Mi casa es tu casa, as the saying goes." He laughed, like the dork he was. "Real talk, though, you'll learn eventually that a home isn't a place, but the people you're with." God he was such a sentimentalist at times. A romantic. An optimist. Even with all he's been through, he kept that part of him strong. He wasn't about to give up now, either. Not when they were so damn close. And not when he had another reason to be romantic, to fight and keep himself true: this dhampyr standing right here in front of him. He gazed at him for a moment, smiling warmly, and after one more squeeze, he lead him inside the building and into the kitchen where everyone was sat waiting on them.

And of course they were all behaving strangely, but it was obvious to Fet as to why and he shot them all a warning glare, but especially Eph who no doubt said something. He knew the Professor didn't. He was at least decent enough to keep what he witnessed to himself out of respect, but Eph? Nah, of course not. But at least Nora was sweet in offering her seat so they could sit next to each other and she even filled him a glass of blood, in case he was hungry, but also to make him feel included.

"This spaghetti looks amazing, Nora." Fet complimented as he grabbed the fork and stabbed it into a meatball. Then he took the bite and moaned, leaning back into his chair. "Tastes amazing, too, holy shit." Another moan as he swallowed it down, about to take another bite, but that's when Quinlan's stinger made an appearance, drinking down the blood in the glass Nora provided him.

Everyone at the table stopped and stared at him. Eph looked a little disturbed, Nora looked intrigued and Dutch looked impressed and amused. The Professor, however, glanced once and then went back to eating. Fet loudly cleared his throat to get the attention of the three stooges, not appreciating them just staring at him like he was some fascinating exhibit.

Nora was the first to look away, smiling at Fet. "Thank you, Fet." She said in response to his compliment and Eph started digging into his plate. Dutch, however, continued to stare, a smirk on her face. "Is that... how you always drink?" She asked and Fet groaned, his expression conveying 'seriously?' but she ignored him. "Is it good?"

"Dutch. Come on. Really? Let the guy enjoy his... meal." Fet scolded, taking another bite.

There was some silence for a few seconds and then... "Do you ever eat human food?" Eph asked and Fet dropped his fork with a groan.

The Night Before

Almost everything was ready. They’d hooked up with Gus and stocked up on weapons. Quinlan had even picked up his favorite, a pair of uzis. Semi automatic guns he’d found were best in laying a spray of silver into strigoi. He’d spent time watching Fet create silver bullets, which he actually found quite fascinating. He’d fix his eyes on his muscular arms as he hammered down the silver, melted, and reformed it. Quinlan would absolutely ogle him. He truly was good at what he did, and Quinlan admired that.

They’d plotted out their path through middle America. Since there were no flights now, it would be a long drive, a long time of wandering the roads and trying to survive. The strigoi had spread everywhere now, and it wasn’t like they had the option of staying in hotels anymore. Well. Some of the country tried to keep operating, so they might just find one. That might be nice, a warm room alone together. He’d found his mind drifting to Fet more than the Master, and that surprised even him.

Now he was waiting on Goodweather to return with the bags of blood. Those would be the last to be packed, secured firmly in a cooler with ice. Hopefully they’d be able to keep it all nice and fresh. He really didn’t want Fet to have to donate to him, but he was curious as to what he tasted like. Would it be a strong, umami flavor? Musky, like his scent? Or would it have soft notes, be fruity like a fine wine. Just thinking about it made him idly stare off into thought after he’d loaded the last bag into the truck. The temptation even made his mouth open, his stinger begin to emerge.

He was daydreaming, and it was all about Fet.

@avastyetwats

[daalphawolfe13]

I've been working on a new project for a while. I've posted rough designs of these starters, but this week is the first time I'll share the finished design. This is a fakemon region based on the American West called the Occido Region. This is the grass starter, Segolillo. It's a mesh of Sego Lilly and Armadillo. Once I've posted all three, I'll make a poll to ask which starter is your favorite. 

[breathingsong]

it’s eight thirty and i am in bed

[fluentisonus]

occido meaning to set as in a sun and also to die as in a person is so fun & sexy. like yes!!! the sun does die on the horizon every evening and people's lives do set!!

[mxrvelouscreations]

@thiscrimsonsoul

"That is a very wise statement Miss Maximoff," Quinlan responded, a small nod following his words. "You are correct to say that you cannot control people's fear, though it is amusing at times to see humans react with such fear when I haven't even opened my mouth. If they were to give me only a moment of their time, they would see that while I look like those monsters, I am not the same. I am trying to be of help to get rid of this curse."

He nodded once more as she explained how she knew what it was like to be cursed with something, though he didn't question her on that subject. From what he had heard, she was a very powerful human being and so, he understood how that could be seen as a curse. "No I do not," he answered honestly, "the last person that I cared for was taken from me by the monster that created me. I swore never to let another be harmed by him because of their closeness to me. It is better that way." While it may have seemed heartbreaking to say, Quinlan knew it was the truth.

"The book is known as Occido Lumen. A book which details how to defeat the Master and the strigoi," he replied, his head tilted a little at her reaction. Had she known of the book before he had mentioned it, or had he read into her reaction a little too much? He wasn't all that sure.

"I need you to join me and come to New York. My friend would like to meet with you, to see if perhaps the book is true and that we might have a way of being free from the Master's clutches," he added, watching her closely, "you have the final decision though Miss Maximoff. If you do not wish to help, no one will force you to."

“You aren’t like the others. Most would have brandished a weapon by now.” (Quinlan; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

"With everything that has happened to me in the past several years, nothing really fazes me anymore," Wanda replied with a rather flat cynicism. She was still reeling from losing Vision again as well as her two boys. It was all too much to feel at once. She might've thought she had no more heart left to bruise, but she'd been so painfully wrong. And yet, over time, trying to put her life back together and avoid being captured by the authorities for what she'd done in Westview, Wanda had begun to feel very numb of late. It wasn't until she ventured out of her isolated cabin and into town for supplies that she realized... the world had been facing a new crisis in her absence.

It always seemed as if the moment one crisis ended in her life, another began, before Wanda could catch her breath or process any of the trauma. Now, so soon after losing her family and grappling with her own guilt at having enslaved an entire town, the world was apparently being taken over by a very contagious and dangerous pathogen? Something... that turned people into cannibalistic monsters called strigoi. Wanda had never been to Romania, nor did she know much about it, but even as a Romani Jewish-Pagan girl growing up in Transia and later Sokovia, there were tales of the strigoi. Americans called them vampires, she believed. But they were only stories... right?

Apparently not. Returning to her little cabin in the middle of nowhere never seemed like a better idea than it did right then, so that was exactly what she did. Maybe she should try to help people, but... she was no hero. Westview had taught her that. There was really no point in striving to be something she knew she wasn't, and for something she wasn't even sure she wanted anymore. What had the world done for her and her loved ones lately? It had taken away everything and everyone she loved, and in the case of Vision, repeatedly. Let them find another savior if they didn't want her. She was done. Now, Wanda just wanted to be left alone.

Except that, as per her usual bad luck, this was not to be. Hiding from this latest apocalypse turned out to be more difficult than anticipated when a very strange looking man suddenly showed up on her porch. How the hell had he found her, way out here? Regardless, he was clearly afflicted with whatever this... strigoi disease was. That didn't scare Wanda, per se, but she wasn't about to let her guard down either. "So... which are you? One of those responsible for spreading this infection, or simply one of the infected?" she asked. "And more importantly, why are you here?"

[stargayzerlily03]

Since you let me infodump about Gabriel, why don't you infodump about Quinlan? Or Kix, whoever you're feeling more, honestly.

Tbh I didn't expect you to send me an ask back asking me to infodump in return, but it's very much welcomed. Sit back and relax, because I'm going to infodump to you about mister Quinlan! *cracks knuckles*

Alright, so in The Strain franchise the vampires are not generic vampires, but rather humans who are infected with a vampire virus that mutates them into bloodthirsty monsters whose minds are connected to the Master who's one of the seven vampire lords from which the deadly pathogen originates from. Mister Quinlan is a vampire or half human, half strigoi to be exact (strigoi just basically means vampire in romanian language). Half human, half strigoi are called "the borns" because they are the only kinds of strigoi to actually have been born in the literal sense. A born is created when a strigoi infects a pregnant woman resulting to the mother and the baby in the womb to turn into strigoi. However, unlike ordinary strigoi the borns don't have the deadly virus in their bodies which means they can't infect people and they are also not connected to the hivemind.

Mister Quinlan was born during the emperor Caligula's reign in 40 AC (which means he's over 1960 years old) when the Master accidentally infected a pregnant slave woman. He tried to kill her, but she managed to escape and eventually turned into a strigoi and birthed Quinlan in a quiet cave. For ten whole years Quinlan lived with her mother who raised him and taught him how to hunt people for blood. But the Master found them and killed Quinlan's mother, but he luckily managed to escape. He was later caught and sold as a slave in the Colosseum to fight as a gladiator. He quickly became the most popular and feared gladiator in the arena for his inhumane strenght and inability to die even if injured fatally. He was known as "the white dog" or "the barbarian gladiator". He later joined the Roman army and during his time there he became a centurion and met a berberian woman called Tasa and her daughter Sora. He fell in love with Tasa and for 6 years they lived as a happy family, but then one day when he was away from home the Master broke into their house and turned Quinlan's wife and daughter into strigoi and he had to kill them to free them from the Master's enslaving mind control. After that Quinlan joined the other six vampire lords known as "The Ancients" in means of defeating the Master and avenging his wife and daughter. Yeah that's his tragic past.

Also more infodumping about the strigoi: their weaknesses are silver, uv-light and sunlight, because it burns them, but the borns can bear silver and sunlight to an extent. You've propably also heard me talking about a book called "Occido Lumen" which is a book entirely made of silver written by humans that tells literally everything about the strigoi and how to defeat them.

Okay that's enough infodumping for now I'm tired.

[pupyzu]

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⊱ OCCIDO-!

Occidower | Occidowif

Weroccidowif | Wifoccidower

OCCIDOWER / OCCIDOMALE: when ones gender feels male most of the time, but occasionally feels like a different gender; the male aspect is still present, however the other aspect is more prominent for a period of time! ⊹ ⁺

OCCIDOWIF / OCCIDOFEMALE: when ones gender feels female most of the time, but occasionally feels like a different gender; the female aspect is still present, however the other aspect is more prominent for a period of time! ⊹ ⁺

WEROCCIDOWIF / MALEOCCIDOFEMALE: when ones gender feels male most of the time, but occasionally feels female; the male aspect is still present, however the female aspect is more prominent for a period of time! ⊹ ⁺

WIFOCCIDOWER / FEMALEOCCIDOMALE: when ones gender feels female most of the time, but occasionally feels male; the female aspect is still present, however the male aspect is more prominent for a period of time! ⊹ ⁺

flag/coined by me! requested by anon! (wergender flag | wifgender flag) “occido” is pronounced “oh - see - doh”!

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