#part two to not if they're dead

[missmartian101]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ━━━ ❥

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ. ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴʏ ɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴜᴘ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʜᴀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ.

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʀʀɪғɪᴄ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʙɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ʜɪs ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴʏ ᴀ sᴄᴏʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

The sound of combat boots hitting the concrete pavement was the only thing audible in the sleeping city. Smoke was still emitting from his arms and body, but he couldn't care less. He wasn't done with things yet.

His azure flames, burning far behind him, were still cremating the remnants of your parents. He could faintly smell the scent of his loyal quirk, licking at every part of the filthy people they called "your family" as it continued to turn into nothing more than ashes.

One Down, One To Go.

His smirk dissolved into a sadistic grin as he continued to stroll along the neighborhood, away from your parents' burning house. Or rather, what were your parents. Dolls like you didn't deserve families. They don't get anyone but him.

And he made sure to remind you that every day. And he'd make you repeat it back to him, whether you liked it or not. He could hear his own words echo through his head, replaying his sentences like a Talkboy recorder.

"I'm all that you need, doll. Dolls like you don't deserve filthy people like them. They'd just use you for entertainment and throw you away once you've become a hassle."

"That's not true!"

"Oh yeah? Why hasn't anyone come after you then? Why hasn't anyone tried to "save" you from me like the fucking heroes they are? Your family, your friends, those sullied bastards know that you're all mine and that it's best to keep it that way."

"N–No. You just b–burn all of th–them for trying t–to save m–me from y–you."

"And I do that for us, babydoll," he'd coo in your ear, activating his sickly sweet voice to lure you in. "I do that to protect you from them. They don't understand love. They don't understand what I have for you."

You'd crumble into tears, just the way he likes it, giving him an open opportunity to pull you into his arms.

"There, there, dollface. It's alright. I'm here to protect you from the world outside. I punish you to teach you a lesson. To not go out there again. They'll hurt you doll, they're all ruthless. Like the brothers of Satan. I'm doing this because I love you."

"Y–You're just br–brainwashing me. Y–You're just using it as an e–excuse for your h–horrible acts."

That always earned a derisive laugh from him. His sadistic howl always sent shivers down your spine.

"You don't think I know what love is, doll? Trust me, I know love more than you ever will! You have no idea what love is. If you did, you'd damn well know that love... true love, is selfish. Love is a prison, you naive little fool. Love is possession. Love is obsession. You might think I'm insane for this, but you can't understand what love like this is like. You think love is all sunshine and rainbows. Going on cute little prances and meeting their parents for dinner. Well, it's not. This is what real love is. This is what true devotion looks like. I'd do anything for you, doll. Even burn the whole fucking world into ashes for you. Until it's just the two of us. And you'll regret for ever thinking otherwise. Over my knee. NOW! I'll make you repeat every fucking word on what true love actually is with every spank I give."

He smiled at that memory, adoring the way you broke into sobs two minutes into his lesson. He loved holding you close after punishing you and cooing his little half-assed apologies in your ear, calming you down with kisses and nibbles. But you never believed he was sorry.

And you were right. He wasn't.

Because why should he be when you were acting like such a brat? He won't lie, it did feel nice, playing the cat-and-mouse game with you. But he also won't deny that it irked him when you kept pushing it. And bad girls like that deserved to be punished for it.

But he didn't have to punish you frequently nowadays. Because now, you had already acquired your Stockholm Syndrome and broken completely for him into nothing more than his sweet, compliant doll. And he savored every minute of it.

He was broken from his obsessive daydream by the sight of an old warehouse in the distance. Perfect. His pace started to gain a little speed as he continued to saunter to his next victims. His hands were shoved into his pockets, still smoking from his previous cremation.

He lifted his right leg, kicking the door open with a loud bang. Bits of cobwebs and grime unlatched themselves from the dirty walls, falling to the floor. The sudden action made several heads turn up, alerting everyone of Dabi's entrance.

The yandere stitched a smirk, hiding his gleaming cerulean eyes that could make the strongest men shiver behind his spiky bangs that fell over his forehead. Not enough to make them unseen though. It stood out in the dimly lit room and the other dull-colored orbs of his victims.

Viper, the leader of them all, raised his tedious gray eyes from the documents to the intruder of their meeting, staring at the pyromaniac villain before him. His dry lips turned into a sleazy smirk, lifting himself off his high chair.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't the burned pig on steroids."

The other men howled at his witty comment, jeering a couple of insults after that. Dabi just chuckled, lifting his head just enough for his piercing turquoise eyes to be on show. That silenced everyone immediately.

He took a few steps forward, keeping his lazy saunter on as he eyed them with underlying disgust and hatred. They'd be reduced to ashes in a matter of few minutes, so why not just let them have their last time of glory?

Viper followed his movement, taking a few steps toward him too, matching his sauntering gaze. He looked like a sleazy man who smoked, his lips dry and cracked, a faint odor of stale tobacco lingering around him.

"So, what brings the patchwork to our humble abode?" Viper sneered, keeping an air of bravado and cockiness.

Dabi's smirk widened as he let out a wry chuckle, replying in his cold tone filled with mockery.

"And here I thought some fights with me would've given you a bit of common sense. You really shouldn't say things like that in front of someone who can turn you into a pile of ash."

The laughter in the room died down a little at his words. Viper's smirk faltered, but he maintained his sneering composure, scoffing right at his scarred face.

"What? You think an empty death threat would make us back down?" he jibed, folding his hands across his toned chest. "That's cute Dabi, but you're really making yourself look like a puppy if you think a few flames can scare us off. You're all bark and no bite huh?"

Dabi's eyes darkened with malice as he stepped closer, causing the atmosphere to thicken from the tension. The other minions held their breaths, all exchanging nervous glances with each other. Their boss was playing a scorching game with fire here. And Dabi knew it too.

"Oh, I don’t need to scare you off Viper," he said, his tone darkening with his eyes. "I know you know what I'm capable of. I just need to give you a reminder."

He lifted his palm, igniting a little flame of bluebell, and letting it dance around his palm and fingers, casting an eerie glow of sapphire around the dimly lit room.

"You distressed my doll Viper. And I never let what hurts my doll live."

Viper's persona broke, a flash of confusion and fear flickering in his eyes.

"Has all those years of insanity meddled with your burned brain or something? I've got no idea what you're talking about."

"I know you don't. So why don't I fill you in with a little story of what happened?"

Dabi's lips smirked as he played with the flame in his palm, twirling it around his fingers menacingly. His slender legs moved to circle around Viper like a predator would to its prey.

"My pretty doll woke up upset a few hours ago, Viper. She had a little nightmare of you killing me and kidnapping her as your captive. And her parents paid you handsomely to do so. It's obvious why it has angered me so much because I've never seen her cry as bad over a nightmare as she did tonight."

Viper's silver eyes widened, taking a step back from him. His voice still came out in a sneer, though it had an underlying tone of confusion and slight fear.

"And how does this concern me?"

Dabi chuckled, stopping a few feet away from Viper's left. He twirled the flames around his index, watching it lick his calloused skin with no damage done.

"I thought you had the measure me better than anyone Viper. I don't let what hurts my doll live. Her parents are still burning some miles away, I'm sure, probably crumbled to cinders."

Viper felt his throat tighten at Dabi's words. Never once in his work of villainy did he actually feel pity for a person dying without a cause. But in Dabi's eyes, it was for a cause. The cause to protect you.

"You're just being foolish now, Dabi. Burning people for something could never d–"

Dabi didn't give him a chance to speak, cutting off the last of his words. His tone turned low and eerie, almost too eerie for their liking.

"Foolish, am I? Foolish, am I, for wanting to keep my doll's fears six feet below where they belong? Foolish, am I, for wanting to burn anything that hurts my little pet in any way? You think I'm playing around Viper? You think I came here for just a midnight chat?"

"Oh, so it's clear now, that your insane stupidity has no ends to it."

That was the last straw for Dabi.

"You're a bigger idiot than I thought... lemme show you just how idiotic."

In an instant, Dabi's hand was raised and bluebell flames ignited, flying out of his palm and latching onto the meeting table, licking hungrily at the wood. Several men yelled, causing chaos to erupt in the room.

The scent of smoke and carbon dioxide filled the atmosphere within minutes. Viper, who looked visibly shaken and angered, hissed his command, pointing his finger at Dabi.

"GET HIM!"

But his command was shot too late. Dabi lifted his palm so the flames surged higher, lashing and engulfing the nearest man there. The man howled in pain, his screams bouncing off and echoing through the room.

The others roared, charging at the scarred man. Dabi’s laughter rang out, dark and triumphant as he lit his flames onto them too, aiming with great preparation and calculation. Each one burned after the other, feeding his greedy and vengeful ego.

"See how everything crumbles," he purred in a deranged manner, relishing in the screams and cries of Viper's minions. "This is what happens to foolish people like you who think they can play with fire and not get burned."

Viper stumbled backward, fear finally emerging on his features.

"You’re insane! You're fucking insane! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!"

Dabi let out a laugh close to maniacal, echoing through the room as it mingled with the screams and cries of Viper's minions. Flames tangoed around the room with a burning passion of its own, lighting anything that came in its way as though to impress its owner.

Dabi's smirk twisted into a dark smile, stretching onto his face.

"Maybe I am insane. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You're still the real monster in this situation."

He stepped closer, the sound of combat boots hitting the battered floor, singing through the smokey atmosphere. Flames licked a side of his face as they erupted from his corrupt anger, springing into action, waiting for his command.

"Look around you, Viper." he sneered, his tone worthy of Viper's own sneer, or maybe even more. "This is what happens when you threaten my doll."

Viper's eyes darted around the fumes-covered room, trying to find a way of exit from the yandere maniac in front of him. Dabi's flames were loyal to him, just as loyal as you were to him, blocking every exit they could so Viper was cornered with no escape.

"Wait, WAIT! Please! We don't have to do this. J–Just let me go, okay?"

Any part of cockiness had faded from Viper's persona, leaving him trembling in fear and desperation. Dabi's eyes darkened at his disloyalty, sending a flicker of flames shooting down his ankle. Viper howled in pain, clutching his blazing ankle, trying to put it out.

"I've lit your worthless goons on fire, and all you care about is your own life. Pathetic! This is exactly the kind of disloyalty I protect my doll from. From vermin scums like you!"

"You've already burned their bodies down to cinders. There's nothing I can do."

A smirk of satisfaction drew on Dabi's face, scoffing at his mindfulness.

"So now you know what I'm capable of. After I've burned your lousy crew into nothing nothing more than ashes."

"We can talk about this, okay?! Just let me go! Let me go and I won't come near your doll ever again."

Dabi leaned in closer, his face now just a few inches away from Viper’s. The heat of his flames radiating off him was almost unbearable.

"Oh, we can talk, alright. But I don’t think you’ll like what I have to say." He said slowly, twirling another flame in his other palm he sprung alive around his fingers.

With a swift motion, Dabi grabbed Viper by the collar and yanked him forward, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"You see, unlike scumbags like you, I know a thing or two about loyalty and love. You think you can run a gang and call them friends, but you don’t know the first fucking thing about real devotion. I would burn this whole entire fucking world to keep my doll safe, and that includes you too, Viper. Love is a twisted game where you kill the worthless to keep your doll protected. But how would you know? The best you must've ever got was the kisses your mother ever gave you after the pity she feels for not holding you in her womb long enough for you to die of oxygen right then and there."

Viper’s heart raced at Dabi's cruel words, his face flushing in embarrassment. He opened his mouth, stammering our pathetically.

"Y–You’re delusional! You think she cares about you after all–all this?"

Dabi's expression darkened, smashing Viper's head down on the fiery floor beneath him as he had done to you in your dream. And just like he wished, blood dripped out of his unruly black hair, burning with the fire he emitted.

"Care? No, she loves me! She loves me like the little compliant doll that she is. Like the doll I've broken her into! And I love her in a way so true I'd light her a match with my flames to burn the world with me. Call me a psycho, call me what you want, but I’m her protector, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from harm."

"Y–You’re insane. You’re–You're going to kill me? Over a nightmare?!"

Dabi chuckled wryly, amusement lacing his tone.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner. Let's make it clear how, shall we?"

Before Viper could scream, Dabi lifted his palm and emitted the hottest flames he could, sending them flying straight at his next victim. Viper's screams rang through the burning warehouse as he crumbled along with his crew mates.

Dabi watched in cold satisfaction, smirking at the sight before him The flames brought him a sense of comfort, the scent of burning flesh filling the air as Viper’s desperate cries faded into silence. He relished in the crackling of his flames, having done their work obediently.

As the last remnants of Viper and his goons fell to cinders, Dabi turned away from the inferno he created for you. He couldn't help but feel satisfaction, knowing he made the world a little safer for his doll. And that was all that mattered.

The sound of combat boots hitting the concrete pavement filled the sleeping city once again, alerting the morning of 1 AM that he was retreating back home from his late-night activities. Back to his sweet little doll, who was probably still sedated and fast asleep.

Maybe if he dove in between your plush thighs and ate you out till you cried, you'd feel better. He could already feel himself drooling as he pictured your wet folds, eagerly waiting for him to pleasure and cum. That would oughta do you some good from the nightmare.

He didn't look back at the blazing warehouse behind him. He didn't look back at his hostility. Not if they were to keep his doll safe. After all, if someone was going to hurt his doll...

Why Bother Living?

[seleneprince]

Regardless if Eris marries Nesta out of ambition or love, one thing remains the same: He doesn't push her to have sex with him or get pregnant. He's not a saint, but he's decent enough to prefer when a woman actually WANTS him before sleeping with her.

Nesta was raised to see children as another duty to fulfill once she married, and after Nyx's birth, she has some heavy feelings about pregnancy, and she tells Eris that much. He respects it and agrees to wait until she's ready, until she genuinely wants to be a mother. When they sleep together, they both take precautions and make sure to not take risks.

Eris has no problem arguing with Beron if the man tries to pressure Nesta into giving them an heir, making it one of the few times he actually fights his father back. And that's the first time Nesta imagines herself having kids with him because seeing him standing up like that for her sake made her feel things

If they get married out of love, this process is even smoother because they just enjoy their time together by going into a long romantic honeymoon, away from everything. Eris has brothers after him, so it's not like he needs to conceive a child urgently, and Nesta always wanted to see the world first. It's only years after their marriage that they finally take that step, because Nesta begins to imagine her own family with Eris really often and the man is downright having a baby fever because of Elucien's kids.

The moment they start trying, they barely take breaks from it. They take this matter very seriously. Nesta falls pregnant within the month and gives birth to twin daughters.

[clockwayswrites]

I apologize to Danny in advance because it is a long day and I still have to go to the basement and grade. Blorbo is going to suffer after.

[kkglinka]

After basically never listening to rwby soundtracks because I figured they were fun but mostly just tertiary stuff, I've been mainlining them in what amounts to a vacuum. I know some of the various fan theories and a few bits of WoG, but it's mostly poetry mechanics, abstract logic and pitch tracking for me, to determine who is singing which (part of) which song. Like seriously, my audio dysphasia means I often don't notice a song playing during the episode.

But I also come from an old family line of musicians) mathematicians. (One might say a rather famous one). Which apparently gifted me with pitch sensitivity despite being the black sheep. Which is good, because I'm also face blind a rely heavily on voice qualities to identify people. (Yes, I'm going somewhere with this).

So I heard something during the songs that I took for granted everyone could hear, that first pops up in v1 but doesn't stabilize until v4'ish when Casey's voice matured. She mostly defaults to the middle C (C4), can reach most the fifth (that's higher), and most the third (lower) and even spotted her hit the tippy top of the second by using a sort of falsetto.

She uses different pitch ranges for the four main characters. Weiss is the highest, notes swinging wildly within the fourth and up to three quarters into fifth. Ruby is firmly in the fourth. Yang stays mostly the same but will hit the border of third and frequently pops into the lower quarter of fifth. Blake is the lowest, often fully within third and lower third of fourth. (One of hers is where casey hit the border of C2).

Anyway, I just thought it was neat that casey managed to line them up (within her own limits) with the character's voice actors.

[dharmafox]

WAIT. THOUGHT.

This just kind of ambushed me on waking up, so forgive any incoherency.

@purplealmonds You noticed the moth pattern on the Nusu watch, which is also on the inside of his medicine chest, and you said that Nusu could be "the moth to Kusu's butterfly," and that both moths and butterflies represented the souls of the living and the dead.

In "Umi Bozu," Kayo asks the Medicine Seller if ayakashi are the ghosts of dead people. Genyousai said that some are. And the Medicine Sellers definitely seem to be ayakashi; at least, they sure look like it. They definitely aren't just human guys.

I could never quite work out how Kusu might be the ghost of a dead person, but now we know things we didn't. Nakamura-san talked in the latest video about how one becomes a Medicine Seller when they're given a god's sword and effectively told, "Hey, you're a Medicine Seller now." And the new lore page said that the "seat of the collected selves" from which the Medicine Sellers originate is the place from which all things are born and to which all return. It's where you go when you die and it's where you return from when you're born.

So maybe that's when one becomes a Medicine Seller—when they die. A human (or multiple humans? something to get into later) might die and travel back to the "seat" where life and death meet, meet a god and be granted the sword, and then be born back into the world as a Medicine Seller.

In effect, when they were humans, they were in a chrysalis, and when they die and are reborn, they hatch into moths and butterflies. I said a bit in this post about this birth and death process being equivalent to transformation, which is also symbolized by moths and butterflies.

I also talked a little about wells as portals between places or worlds. (I thought of another anime yesterday that uses this metaphor: Haibane Renmei, which in particular implies that the well is a passageway between life and death.) And wells are central to both Medicine Sellers' first stories.

The implication might be that in these initial stories, the Medicine Sellers themselves were just born into the world—or reborn, for the first time, as a Medicine Sellers.

(There also seems to be more than just an implication that the mononoke in both these stories were also born from the wells, which raises some interesting questions about just how closely the appearance of the Medicine Sellers and the emergence of the mononoke are linked.)

[videodrme]

YOU'RE NEXT (2011) is a comedy dir. Adam Wingard

[unproduciblesmackdown]

ooh big hug

[euclydya]

Diamonds isn't wrong lmfao

[laugtherhyena]

Control over time

[dead-patrol]

ik we all want charles to figure his shit out but be so fr that is nott happening before he has the most hectic on again/off again relationship with crystal that lasts 2.5 years at least

[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[the-busy-ghost]

Me normally: Let people love what they love

Me, after a Test Match Special commentator expresses their belief that the new All Creatures Great and Small is somehow "better" than the 1978 version: This is pure insanity and TMS can no longer be trusted on anything, how can they even be trusted to know about cricket, do they have no TASTE

[duckapus]

Squid Memes Squidbeak Splatoon (part 2)

Part 1 Here

More Harbor because he gave me Brain Worms

Born and Raised in Littol Beeg Bluff (yes the same Littol Beeg Bluff from "The Ballad of Dusty Grumpton" in the Factory Reset AU. I'm allowed to re-use my own ideas if I damn well please)

Comes from a blended family, and his stepmom and younger siblings (twin boy and girl around eight) are actually Koopa Troopas of all things.

The only playable Agent to both know and like his parents

Seriously Habor's moms are fucking awesome. Everybody in the NSS loves Harbor's moms

About 80% Humboldt Squid (aka Jumbo Flying Squid), which is why he's so fucking tall. It also means that he's really fast in swim form, to the point that he could probably outswim someone who'd filled all the slots on a piece of gear with Swim Speed Up without any Swim Speed Up investment of his own. (this is inspired by Lucky, another, very different version of Agent 4 made by EikaPrime on Ao3)

Eight

Yes she just goes by Eight. She was a little self-conscious about it at first but then she found out about SMG4 and the other SM64 Blooper Youtubers and no longer gives a shit

If she remembers her old name yet she's not mentioned it

Obviously doesn't remember her parents, but given the Domes are the kind of place where you can Start Training to Become an Advanced Military Hardware Engineer and Elite Soldier at Fucking Nine Years Old, I imagine she wouldn't have many memories of them even without the Amnesia

Contrary to popular fanon, my version of Eight doesn't have a scar from the Test Failed Bomb. This is because Respawn Pads (as long as they're fully functional) completely erase whatever the fatal injury was, leaving no trace apart from maybe some phantom pains if it was particularly nasty

She does, however, have plenty of scars from all the other shit she went through in that hellhole

Managed to complete every single test before she escaped

My version of Eight is a single year younger than Marina canonically is when they meet so I'm not going the Off the Hook Adoption route for this one (maybe in another AU with a more lose interpretation of Canon, but given this AU is specifically meant to adhere to Splatoon Canon as much as possible we're out'a luck this time), though she does still become very close friends with them

She's got Craig literally right there for any potential adoption attempts anyway

Very rarely speaks, but is expressive enough that most people can tell what she means anyway (you know Ferb? It's the exact same thing as what Ferb does)

Doesn't have a weapon preference. She's comfortable with any weapon she gets her hands on

Except Splatanas

She fucking hates Splatanas and everything they stand for

Configuring Frye's Palette in the Memverse was legitimately harder than dealing with her own Palette's stupid "Hacks or Chips, you can't have both" Gimmick Bullshit

Andi Finn

Has no fucking idea who her parents were and does not care

Actual supergenius who could probably build a functioning replica of Grizz's rocket out of scrap metal from just her memory of fighting on top of it. Never learned how to read before the NSS got ahold of her because she lived alone in the desert

Swears more than Bob

Can't remember where she learned Salmonid from

Somehow even the homeless kid has better hygiene than Paige

Made up her last name on the spot when she was signing up for a Turfing License (if you're wondering how she managed to sign up for a Turfing License when she couldn't read; With Great Difficulty)

Figures she probably isn't a full Inkling given her weird beartrap beak but doesn't give enough of a shit to take a DNA test about it

Yet

Paige dragged her home to their apartment almost immediately after the final battle against Mr. Grizz and she never left. It's not an official adoption but that's only because Paige is a bit oblivious to their own feelings on the matter and Andi doesn't know that paperwork is supposed to be involved

Almost exclusively calls Paige "Cap" even when they're out of uniform. I mean, she can't very well call them "Mom" or "Dad" since they're nonbinary, now can she? Paige has no idea that's what she means by it and just thinks it's a nickname because Andi gives everybody nicknames. Usually as insults

It took her 333 tries to get through "Splitting Crosshairs" (I legitimately Cannot beat that stupid kettle no matter how hard I try and want her to share my frustration but also want all four agents to have 100%ed their respective adventures so I'm just having it take her a comically long time to do)

Mains Explosher because it's the closest she can get to a Turf-Legal grenade launcher (for now...)

The Eternal Hunger, Devourer of the Bear

Is fine with people using Crabcake instead

Uses It/Its exclusively

Officially designated Agent 5 I will die on that hill

Was "The Eternal Hunger, Stabber of Ankles" before going through Return of the Mammalians

Will stab anyone who points out that it didn't actually eat Mr. Gizz, he just exploded

Extremely eloquent, but most people can't speak Salmonid so it just sounds like it's making the same gurgley noises as every other Smallfry

Once looked Marie dead in the eyes and said "No one will ever believe you" in perfect Inklish while they were alone. Has never said anything else in anything other than Salmonid where someone can hear it

Andi and Crabcake fucking hated each-other for the first third of their adventure before bonding over kicking Frye's ass and now they're inseparable

Actually gets its own uniform after everything's said and done. It consists of a little high-rez safety vest (like the one on Paige's field uniform), an earpiece (suction-cupped in place since it doesn't have external ears) in the same style as Andi's headset, and a clean black-with-thin-yellow-racing-stripes-on-the-sides pants...wrap...thing

It also got a new switchblade from Sheldon (the old one got lost in the space battle after it turned into Hugefry) with the same kind of black-with-blue-LEDs aesthetic as Paige's gear and a blade made of Sardinium

Also thinks that it and Andi are already adopted by Paige but that's for Salmonid Culture Reasons instead of Not Having an Education Reasons

Got separated from its swarm during a Run a few months before Return of the Mammalians. It wasn't too fussed about it and figured it could handle itself in the desert for a while and then either reunite with that swarm if it ran into them or join a new one if it happened to come across one. Because Salmonid Culture

Considers the NSS its current swarm

[roboyomo]

!!!! GUESS WHO FUCKING GOT HIS BIRTHDAY CHEESECAKE A DAY EARLY!!!💥💥💥

[enjolrasofficial]

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[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

Crafting a world is os fun. At first it was gonna he a grey hellscape and it still is but now if you dig the stones are colourful and if you look in the right dusty crevices there are corals. And there's possums. Because if course there's possums. sometimes an alive god nearby glances at this dead one and the dead god cries