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phe and phe if she was a conservative
i was drawing them at a mates house and he decided he could draw a better, more âprofessionalâ version of em so. hereâs that!
#digital art hopefully coming tonight#my oc stuff#oc#original character#phe post!!#my oc art#my ocs#oc art#oc artwork#funky ish? art#random lil bits
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i did something borderline goofy n silly
@mmms-phe-sideblog
check it out if you want! or dont.
its fine
*sniff* im fine
/SILLY DO WHAT YA WANT I DONT GIVE A SHIT >:3
Big strong man enters the building!!!
(Itâs me. im big and tough and hard)
what was the point of this post,,,,
oh yeah
go check out my sideblog if you want!! itâs kinda funky n groovy!
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i know it's a means to an end but god i'm having the time of my LIFE
#blue and pink sisters strike again#also AUNT ANGIE???#phe#w#violetta#lauris s3 cataclysm#ludmila ferro#violetta castillo#angie carrara#ludletta#anyway last post of the night sleep calls but phew!!#3x34
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New OCs~~ (4 of the 7, minor spoilers for Shadow of the Erdtree)
Phe - a bodyguard for a Leyndell noble who, after becoming Tarnished and chased off by their once employer, joined the church of Marika as a confessor. After all, what better to take revenge on those who scorned you when you have all their secrets. After their revenge was completed, they drifted like wind through the capital, picking off targets as they so chose, before eventually disappearing from even those employers.
Melle - A Redmane Knight who joined Radahn's forces before the Shattering, seeking valor for their own name, as well as for their liege lord. After the Shattering occured, they followed Radahn through his many battles until they could no longer. As he fell further into his mind, Melle stayed with the Redmanes', all devoted to their Lord, while wishing to end his misery. Thusly, when the tournament occured, Melle lended their sword to the fight.
Estrith, Dancer of Teeth - a Hornsent Dancer in the Lands Between, Estrith was once a temple dancer who accompanied the Dancing Lion during ceremonies and celebrations. With the invasion of Messmer's flame knights they turned their dancing to the deadlier side of the trade, now stalking knights and tarnished alike through shadows to give them all swift and beautiful deaths.
Astri - One of Melania's cleanrot knights and a survivor of the battle of Caelid, though not without her own rot spreading more aggressively, Astri was not able to regroup with other surviving Cleanrot Knights. Though they received word of Melania's return to the Haligtree, she decided against returning, and instead turned her attention towards Miquella, hoping that the kindly young Lord would be able to ease Malenia's condition. Urged by her duty to her lord, Astri traveled to the lands of shadow in the hopes of finding Miquella.
#words from the ghost || ooc#// i was waiting to put them all up with art as well but#// the art isn't quite going how i would like so#about phe#about melle#about estrith#// i will do a post for the other 4 in a bit#// i need to redo the face for one and have to put two of them in the same post lol
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DEA suggests 2nd comment period for post-PHE online Rx registration
At the Drug Enforcement Agency Drug Diversion Division listening sessions earlier this month, DEA Administrator Anne Milgram said the agency would hold a second comment period on its March NPRM in the months ahead. WHY IT MATTERS The Drug Diversion Division said it was conducting public listening sessions to get input on prescribing controlled substances on telemedicine platforms and to learnâŚ
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So, I had this neat idea where you'd have the seven deadly sins and make them like, anime girls doing anime girl things. And their personalities wouldn't be just that trait either, like it'd be a major thing, but they wouldn't revolve around it, and I named them all after the princes of hell. I made all of them in a character creator, so here. They're not all girls tho because I find ut really annoying when every show's protagonists are all girls or all boys like girl and boys can't be friends
I also couldn't put captions on each, so they're in the order of: (Belphi, they/them, sloth), (Mamor, he/him, greed), (Lev, gender fluid, envy), (Luci, he/him, pride), (Satin, she/her, wrath), (Belze, she/them, gluttony), (Asi, she/her, lust)
#Belphi is pronounced Bell-phe#Satin is pronounced like the fabric#Belze is prniunced like bells#text post#writing prompt#kinda#idk
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Blade Runners
A pair of state-of-the-art prosthetic feet that'll skyrocket the battlefield's accessibility!
Type: Cosmetic/Misc
Class: Scout, Demoman
Paintable: Yes
Accepted in game: No
This cosmetic was made by Steam users RicePrezpip, Yrrzy, Phe and Friend. Posted on June 18th 2022, you can vote for this here!
#Blade Runners#Cosmetic#tf2 workshop#the workshop mann#tf2#team fortress 2#The scout#tf2 scout#red scout#blu scout#the demoman#tf2 demoman#tf2 demo#red demoman#blu demoman#red demo#blu demo
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Sorry, Mom. I'm The New Cleaning Lady For Heartsteel
Pairings: various!Heartsteel x f!reader
Status: on-going (Cross posted on AO3)
Content/Warnings: 18+ content, explicit themes, suggestive language
Summary: Identity theft was a crimeâthat was obvious. But when it meant paying off the bills for basically existing and your motherâs hospital expenses, committing a felony didnât seem like a bad thing. It was like that one quote, from that one band, with that one hit song: âTwo sides to a story but they never tell me side.â
OrâŚsomething like that. Wait, what was their name again? Heartsteel? Sounds like a dating sim game.
[Reader takes the identity of her mother, who had been hired to be the new cleaning lady for an up and coming boy band named âHeartsteelâ. Obviously, thereâs no way they would ever find out. But that was a joke. Because theyâre definitely finding out: one by one.]
âYouâŚbrought your own cleaning supplies?â
âYou always need to be prepared, young man,â you replied, adjusting your duck-yellow cleaning gloves. They squeeked and flopped comically around your hand and fingers.Â
âMaâam, you do understand today is solely the house tour.â The man folded his arms neatly against his chest, white brow raised. âIn order to rely on you fully, youâll need to be familiar with the estate first. I thought we discussed this beforehand. That andâŚwe have cleaning supplies to provide you with here.â
You paused at the grand modern entrance. You lifted your bucket full of sponges, brushes, and cleaning spray from the dollar store. 'Buy-one-get-one' on all cleaning supplies was the grand deal of the day. How could you pass a penny-pinching bargain? Swallowing your shame, you settled the cheap items on the pristine granite floors.Â
âOh, is that so? Mustâve slipped my mind. Age will do that to you.â You forced a chuckle, adjusting your sterile mask across your youthful face. âThat and, I have such a passion for cleaning. I can't help myself. I see the inside of a house, and I just have to clean it. Iâm sure you could understand that.â
âI donât believe I could,â your employer said dryly. âAnyway, if you will, follow me.â
You nodded and shuffled along accordingly. As you stared into the back of his immaculately pressed business attire, a new-found horror struck through you: you had no clue what your employerâs name was. Frantically, you scavenged your pockets. From it, you pulled out a business card, holding it so close to your face you smelled the tinge of clean cologne.
YONE
RIOT RECORDS
DJ / PRODUCER
 EMAIL: [email protected]
TELEPHONE:Â XXX-XXX-XXXX
âThe bottom floor consists of all of the amenities; gym, entertainment area, recording studio and so on.â Yone stated as he stepped into the open-kitchen plan. When he regarded you again, you awkwardly plunged the card back into your pants pocket. âThe boys have their own scheduled chores every week. Theyâre expected to do it without you having to help them. Iâm trying to keep them humble, but easier said than done. Refer to the chore calendar on the fridge. And try not to interfere with it too much.â
âOkayâwho switched my protein powder with flour?â Behind an opened cabinet, a heavy-muscled stacked man growled. âGuys. Seriously. This stuffâs expensive. Whereâd it go?â When he poured the contents out into the trash can, he plucked out a note from the bottom of the canister. The small print read:
âProtein powder tastes like dog food.ââ
The weight of realization punched him square between the eyes. He threw open the pantry, where dog kibble was stored in a tub at the bottom marked âErnestâ. Sett pulled open the container, and sure enough, found his protein powder and scooper. There was no mistaking his favorite smell of cinnamon crunch isolate, now mixed with the scent of dry-bacon kibble. Another note pasted the inside lid:
âWoofâWoof ŕ¸
Őâ˘ďťâ˘Őŕ¸
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âAâpheâliâos,â the name gritted between his canines. His ears flattened against his untamed hair, and crumpled the note to dust in his palm. âOhâHo. Mess with me all you want; but never mess with my gains. Iâm gonnaâ prank him back so hard tonight, heâs gonnaâ be begging me to stop.âÂ
âSett,â Yone coughed, grabbing the Vistayan's attention. âWe have a guest today. Our new cleaning lady.â
âOh, sorry about that.â Sett wiped his powdered hand against his sleeveless shirt. He reached and took your rubber glove with a squelch. âHey, howâs it goinâ, Maâam. The nameâs Sett.âÂ
You swallowed hard, hoping your glove would remain securely covering your hand. You feared if he pulled back, he would reveal a hand that wasn't so wrinkled for someone supposedly in their late-fifties. And that was according to your motherâs age printed on her driverâs license. Thankfully, you could tell he restrained himself to a delicate shake.
âWould talk more but gotta hit the gym. Nice meetinâ yah though,'' Sett started away, and called back over his shoulder. âMom, can you take care of Phel for me? I dunno' where he hid the dog food for Ernest.â
Yone exhaled a silent sigh, and part of you felt pity for your employer. He seemed like a parent with a tag-team of overbearing children running around the house. Being a single parent was difficult; you knew this first hand from your own up-bringing. It made you grateful for your motherâs patience and attention. It was the reason you were here in the first place.Â
âLetâs continue with the tour upstairs,â Yone said, motioning you to a loft-style staircase. âThe second floor consists of all the bedrooms and laundry room. At the end of the hall is my room. As it stands, itâs completely off limits to everyone, including yourself.â He turned a sharp chin in your direction, âAm I understood?â
You gulped and pressed your shoulders straight. âOf course.â
âMommy, help me!â A bed of green hair bounced to Yoneâs side, tugging at his tailored suit. âKaynâs bullying me again. But I didnât do anything wrong, I swear.â
âYouâre such a crappy liar.â The presumed assailant, Kayn, stomped out of the hallway bathroom. Magenta hair stuck to his furrowing brows. With just a towel wrapped around his steaming waist, his abdominal muscles tensed, pointing aggressively at his target. âI was trying to shower in peace, until bubblegum pop princess over here came barging in trying to take selfies of himself. Did you know people usually shower naked? Iâd like my junk not to be posted on social media, unless Iâm the one doing it. For cash.âÂ
âItâs not my fault youâre always going over your shower limit. News flash: we each only get fifteen-minutes. But youâre always breaking the rules! You know I take my selfies at the same time, at the same place, every single day. So how about you do us all a favor, and get some better time management?â
Kayn raised a vein popping fist into the air. âHow about I get you a better face instead?"
Ezreal cried fake sparkling tears, cowering further behind their producer.
âEnough. The both of you,â Yone tightened around his words like a leash, restraining the quarreling pair. âFor once, Iâd like for you two to at least pretend you get along in front of others.âÂ
The two whined and grumbled under their breaths till they fell to a silent agreement. But the peace treaty wasnât upheld for long. You saw a zap of yellow from the corner of your eye. The image was so fast, you thought you mustâve imagined itâNope. You definitely saw something. Kaynâs towel knot popped loose. And it wasnât caused by an event of divine intervention.
The towel billowed towards the ground. And the world felt as if it was turning in slow motion, like one of those car chase movies with excessive explosions. Except, the only explosion here would be your very own heart.
Sure, you took an anatomy class here and there. In high school, you remembered the penis jokeâs and games, and they never flustered you. Heck, not even when your friends set your desktop screen to a .gif of dicks spinning in circlesâyou found that hilarious. And when anatomy classes began in college, they were all very clinical, rudimentary, and otherwise a snooze fest.Â
But seeing one in real life when youâve never had a boyfriend or a one night stand, was truly groundbreaking. Earth shattering, even.
Penis (en)counter: 1
While you were stuck in your prison of naĂŻve embarrassment, Ezreal laughed and pulled out his cell phone, camera light shuttering a mile a minute.Â
âYou little shiâ!â Time sped forward again. With fast reflexes of his own, Kayn whipped the towel and knot back in place. âThatâs it. Youâre dead.âÂ
âUhâOh. Time to run again,â Ezreal quipped, zooming off down the stairs.
With all bark and full bite, Kayn vanished like a cloud of smoke in pursuit. You coughed against the smog, while Yone merely swatted his hand back and forth, dissipating the gray wisps.
âYouâll have to excuse them,â he commented. âThey share the same room, but have vastly different personalities. I arranged most of them together, thinking itâd help them understand each other on a deeper level. And ultimately, help them perform better together in the studio and on stage. My efforts areâŚyet to be determined.â
âThatâs alright. Canât be easy for young men their age to share anything. Especially with them being full of energy, testosterone, and other things. O-Oh, to be young once moreâŚah-haâŚâ you laughed nervously. Oh, God. What the heck were you saying? Honestly, you had to give pardon to yourself. You were still trying to recover from seeing your first penis up close and personal.
The image would be forever burned in your mind.
You were pulled from your self-conscious thoughts. Down the hall, a pair of shadowed eyes peeked through a sliver of door and frame. When your gaze locked together, the other pair of eyes shifted shyly from side to side. As if a poltergeist existed within the room, the visage faded back into the uncanny crack of darkness. The door creaked closed, with an audible click and lock.
Yone pursued straight to the door, and you stood a few paces back. If there was any chance that a ghost was inside living rent-free, you wouldn't be the first it possessed. You weren't a certified Ghostbuster.
But you also weren't a certified Dustbuster, either. No one will know, know one will know, you chanted the comforting hymn.Â
âAphelios. Open the door. I know youâre in there. I can see the computer light flashing,â Yone stated, rattling the door knob. âWhereâs the kibble for the dog? Sett told me you have it somewhere.â
There was a beat in the air. From behind the door, you heard feet pacing back and forth, and the sounds of finger taps against a phone screen. Yoneâs phone pinged with an alert. He pulled it out, and opened his text messages.
âI canât open the door all the way. I set the bucket of dog food to fall on Settâs head when he comes in. ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°) â
âFor the love ofâŚno more pranks today." Yone pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. "But I doubt you could even manage that. Whatever trap youâve ensembled, take it downânow. And put the dogâs food back in the pantry. Unless you want to donate a cut of your earnings every month to Ernestâs pet store bill.â
Another pause, followed by begrudging phone taps.Â
âFine, m O T h E râŚ(ÂŹ_ÂŹ")â
âThat might take him a few. Depending how intricate the set up was. I would be surprised if the only thing involved in this scheme was just the dog food.â Yone motioned you back down the stairs. âLast thing to see is the outdoor space.â
Continuing with the tour, you passed through the lower floor, stepping down a hallway decorated with awards and magazine clippings. From commercial modeling gigs to sold out venues, your eyes glistened at the polished look the group was slowly cultivating. Which you had to admit, completely contradicted their personal lives.
When you reached a sliding glass door that stretched from floor to ceiling, you stepped out onto a landscaped deck. Lush modern garden trims, a shaded outdoor lounge, and smooth sandstone pavement decorated the space. At the backend, an infinity pool rested in pristine stillness.Â
At the head of the pool, a person of sculpted bronze physique posed in swimwear on a lounge chair. When you approached along with your chaperone, he picked up his tropical drink, and tilted it in a cheering gesture.
âWell, well, well. If it isnât Mama gracing me with his presence. And look's like someone else is with him, too.â The man basking in the sun's rays and oil slicked, shucked his sunglasses onto his dread locks. âLet me guess. This must be the new cleaning lady you hired to pick up after our mess.â
âTo a certain degree,â Yone replied. âBut not all of the mess, KâSante. Out of everyone, you should know better.â
âI only joke, Mama.â He grinned smoothly, taking a sip of his frozen alcoholic refresher. âSay, have you seen Sett? I told him to come join me for a tan by the pool. If he wants his muscles to truly pop, he needs to use some oil and not be allergic to the sun. The man is whiter than the sky is bright today.â
As he laughed to himself, Ernest left his chew toy at the far side of the pool, and came to sniff your shoes. With a smile, you slipped a very small piece of your long sleeve up, allowing him to sniff at your skin. The dog lapped his tongue around his slobbering chops, barking delightedly and pawing for you to pet him. You were more than happy to oblige.
These gloves came in handy after all, you thought pleasantly as globs of saliva fell in heaps over your fingers.
âWhatâs this? Ernest taking a liking to the cleaning lady already,â KâSante mused at the sight. âBarely warmed up to us when we first met. We wonât mention the illegal trespassing but, call me impressed.âÂ
With a wink, he flicked his sunglasses back down to the bridge of his nose. âThat or he has a âting for older women. Canât say I blame âem. An experienced woman has a certain power thatâll make any grown man cry. And from my own experience, it is never for mercy.â
Oh, boy. You couldnât imagine your mother being interested in the cougar life-style. Not that you would approve of it. And you were certain your father would descend from the heavens and deliver the backhand of God to any young man who dared otherwise.
Before Yone could address the unsavory statement, Ezreal burst through the backyard sliding doors. Still possessed with laughter, he hopped and skipped over pool chairs and tables. The merriment stopped short when Kayn caught up to the cheeky idol, snatching his wrist which held the phone. From the staggering halt, the phone slipped from Ezrealâs hold, somersaulting towards the pool.Â
âM-My phone!â Ezreal paled at the thought of losing thousands of stored photos of himselfâOh, and the blackmail photos he was going to use against Kayn, too.Â
Yanking his wrist free, Ezreal pursued the device. But Ernestâs rubber hotdog toy squealed beneath him, forcing him off balance. Kayn latched an arm around Ezreal's slim waist, and pressed him safely against his bare chest.
He huffed against Ezreal's ear. âYou canât swim, you idiot. Remember? Just let it go.âÂ
Ernest barked at the surmounting commotion. Being the valiant guard dog with the perfect pedigree, he bounded on his thick paws to catch Kayn by the towel, with all the intent to keep them both from falling in. What a good boy! Unfortunately for Kayn, Ernest bit a bit more than he could chew.
Kaynâs voice bass boosted ten-octaves lower. âMY DAMN ASS!â
W-Whose voice was that? Was that even the same person? The thought rattled through you.
A chunk of Kayn's soft meat condensed in the jaws of a furry devil. A shock travelled up the nerves of his spine, into the the muscle fibers of his arm, shoving Ezreal forward. Ezreal flailed his hands in the air, desperate to find some semblance of balanceâwith no luck, at all. Fumbling on his tip-toes, Ezreal plummeted into the pool with a splash. Kayn stumbled from the after-shock of his spirit being bitten straight through his buttcheeks. His feet met the cursed rubber squeaker, sending him following suit into the pool. Except, the towel had its own plans. It decided to stay behind and not get involved.
Penis (en)counter: 2
âI heard some commotion, fellas. Whatâs goinâ on?â Sett stepped out from the sliding doors. He caught witness of Ezrealâs face treading water, gasping for bouts of air. Settâs muscles popped at the sight, barreling towards the scene. âDonât worry, Ez. Iâm coming for yah, buddy!â
Sett launched himself into the air, preparing the most athletic Olympic dive ever conceived.
Kayn inhaled sharply as he broke through the water's surface tension. Recuperating his breaths, he slicked his wet hair back from his face. Looking down at the waters crystal reflection, an odd shadow grew in size around him. And according to the forecast earlier; there was no chance in Hell of clouds or rain. Lifting his nose to the darkening sky, he blanched in sheer horror. A body, massive enough to eclipse the sun, hurled down like a meteor descending to Earth.
What day was it today, Doomsday? He must've forgot; Kayn never bothered to look at calendar's, anyway. Â
Back to the painful mistress that was his life; a weak, painful moan escaped him. âYou canât be serious. This isnât the cool death I deserveââ
Those were Kaynâs final words. A wave rivaling a tsunami consumed him, a random pizza chair float, and the immediate surrounding pool area. Standing in the designated splash zone, pool water soaked your soles, leached into your socks, and dampened your pants to the knees. From KâSanteâs spot, a shot of chlorine or two spiked his drink. He snatched his sunglasses off and shouted the words; âThis was the last bit of banana daiquiri mix, you aboas! Now I have to go down to the liquor store and hope they sell it frozen already.â
Yone, with all the grace anyone could hope to be blessed with, merely side-stepped away. A single speck landed on his polished shoes. He narrowed his steely eyes, flicking away the insignificant drop.
You caught something flashing on the second floor of the estate. Looking up, you shielded your eyes from the glaring sun. From one of the windows, you spotted someone holding up a sign. You assumed it was Aphelios. The poster read:
â4/10 Ezreal. 6/10 Kayn. 10/10 Sett.â
With a dramatic burst through the water, Sett hurled Ezreal over his massive shoulder, and walked out of the pool. Placing Ezreal onto his soaking back, he coughed and gagged against the awful taste of treated water.
He smiled at his new-found savior. âThanks, Sett. Iâm fine, but what about KaynâŚâ
The group shifted their attention over the silent, lapping water. After a bubble or two, the sight of Kaynâs bare bottom surfaced to the top. Floating like a wet and rounded land-mass, with the additional landmark of a pink dog-bite.Â
âKayn! Hang in there, pal!â Sett launched himself once more into the water, creating another wave of soaking magnitude.
Although the drink had already been spoiled, KâSante reflexively covered the top of his daiquiri glass. âFor Godâs sake, Sett. Take your time. Itâs not like youâre saving the life of an innocent man.â
As chaos continued to ensue around the gang, Yone placed himself at your side. With a shake of his head, he crossed his arms, and sent a ghost of a smile your way.
âWelcome to Heartsteel,â he said. âYour first day starts tomorrow.âÂ
Looks like your identity was safeâŚfor now, at least.
an: thanks for reading! the rest of the this story will most likely just be on my AO3. You can find me @ milksuu. comments and suggestions always welcomed. <3
#heartsteel#league of legends#Heartsteel x reader#kayn x reader#ezreal x reader#aphelios x reader#Sett x reader#K'Sante x reader#Yone x reader#reader insert#league of legends fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#divider by @benkeibear
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CHENESHT HOMEPLANET - ĂCHLANHTE Star: K-Class, Main Sequence 'Phetchâ' [Petkaa] - Comes from the word for white [Phe] and a contraction of Tlechâ [T'châ - Halo or Radiance. Has godly connotations] Position from Star: Second Axial Tilt: 15 degrees Gravity: .83g Vegetation: Dark Greenish Teal Supercontinent Name: EshtmhĂŞt [esht-meet] - People Path/People Track Planet Name Meaning: Ăchlanhte [Aaklante] - Usually roughly translated as 'All Our Egg'. The name spawns from a TĂŞphecha religious belief that the planet they live on was the first egg laid by one of their gods. Each culture has their own version of this story, but the TĂŞphecha version is the most commonly told to other sophonts.
ETHNICITY NAMES AND MEANINGS
Llalâphe [Lalaape] - Fisher FenhĂŞalch [Feneelt] - Derived from an old word for Soil [Fenhach] TĂŞphecha [Teepeka] - Stilt or Pole Lhbore [L'bore or Labore] - Large or Tall, sometimes translated as 'Giants' Ăernh [Oorn] - Derived from an old word for Water [Ărnha] Chlâsle [Tlaasle] - Beader Nhâchchech [Naak'kek] - Weaver
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Ăchlanhte's lower axial tilt and lesser gravity cause seasonal patterns to be far more mild than those of earths. The poles barely freeze or melt, the swamps stay wet and humid, and the haze of airborne algae stays easily suspended in the sky, turning it a foggy mint color. The predictable and mild seasons also allowed for easy, early chenesht settling across a vast majority of the Supercontinent's surface which led them to becoming the dominant species, and eventually, the only sapient one.
Some of you may remember This Earlier Post in which I touched a little on natural color variants within Chenesht, consider this the expanded version. Chenesht have 7 distinct ethnic groups which, for the most part, are also their cultural groups. I've covered the Chlâsle and the Nhâchchech briefly before in other posts and plan to eventually go more in depth on the other 5. In terms of cross referencing with the older post, the Chlâsle are the 'standard' coloration, the Nhâchchech are the 'polar' coloration, and the Têphecha are the 'central' coloration. While the colors in this post are still canon, Chlâsle are no longer considered the standard coloration as they're one of 7 ethnicities.
Ăchlanhte's supercontinent EshtmhĂŞt has experienced very little tectonic drift since merging several million years before the dawn of civilization, allowing the various Chenesht cultures to stay socially and technologically connected and up to date with one another throughout their development. It's because of this that all Chenesht largerly speak the same language, with the only differences being slang terms and the occasional differing words between cultures. Each dialect is rougly 90% mutually intelligable with any other, with the Llalâphe and the Ăernh having the most linguistic drift. The 'correct' names for each ethnicity are sometimes debated due to variations on what they're called by themselves vs by others, ie. the Nhâchchech also being called the Eshtchchonh (pattern people) by the Chlâsle. The ones listed here are the popularly accepted proper names.
#arte#worldbuilding#setting: sacred estuaries#SE chenesht#SE llalâphe#SE fenh��alch#SE têphecha#SE lhbore#SE ôernh#SE chlâsle#SE nhâchchech#speculative biology#speculative fiction#xenobiology#specbio#original alien species#original alien character#conlang
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Bring Them Home (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)
Notes: SPOILERS FOR SEASON THREE EPISODE TWO: PATHS UNKNOWN. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE SEASON THREE PREMIERE. Children, angsty Hunter Edit: STUPID TUNGLR POSTED THIS WHEN I MEANT TO SAVE IT SO PSA-- If you read this before 10pm EST on Feb 27, this one-shot is officially completed so please reread it again and enjoy it in its full glory.
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It had been months since you'd seen Hunter, so of course you and Phee were there when the Marauder touched down in the Archium. Wrecker waved to you both as the ramp lowered, beckoning to someone inside the ship.
Hunter said they were bringing someone with them, but you didn't expect the cadets-- the children --to look so bewildered when they stepped off the ship.
"They're so young," Shep said softly, and you wondered how round and baby-faced they must have been when they left Kamino, the only home they'd ever known.
The three cadets lingered on the steps of the ramp, looking around in earnest while Wrecker waited patiently.
"It smells like Kamino," the tallest said as you approached.
"Mox, did you see the ocean? D'you think they'll let us go swimming?"
"You can do whatever you want here!" Wrecker laughed encouragingly. He gave you his classic thump on the shoulders, and you smiled. It was the happiest you'd seen him since they lost Tech and Omega.
"Hi," You introduced yourself to the cadets, "What're your names?"
"I'm Deke. This is Mox, and that's Stak." The shortest of them stepped forward, while his brothers watched you warily.
"And I'm Phee Genoa, liberator of ancient wonders," Phee smiled warmly at them all.
"Welcome to Pabu," Shep said, "I'm the mayor here. We have a warm bed and fresh food for all of you."
"Thanks," Mox, the tallest, said softly. His arms were crossed over his chest, and Stak's hands fidgeted at his side.
"Wrecker, why don't you and Phee show them the island? I reckon they're as hungry as you."
Wrecker chuckled softly and nodded towards the ship, catching your drift. He beckoned for the kids to follow him. They seemed to trust a clone more than other humans, but that was understandable.
"Have you boys ever heard of Skara Nol?" you heard Phee asking them.
"What's that?" Deke asked.
"It's a big mountain, filled with lots of puzzles!" Wrecker said, waving his arms to demonstrate.
At that point, you'd stepped aboard. The warmth of the sun dissipated as you were enveloped in the Marauder's dim lighting. Hunter sat at the navicomputer to your right, half asleep and blanketed by a hazy blue glow.
"Those boys aren't the only ones who could use a home-cooked meal, you know." You said, putting more weight into your steps so he wouldn't be surprised by your approach.
"I assume you've brought some, then?" He said.
You rolled your eyes and took the canteen of gumbo from your bag.
"Only when you step away from the computer. It won't do you any good to spill it all over Tech's equipment now."
Hunter sighed, and set another diagnostic to run through the files.
"We've got another lead," He said, turning away from the computer. Your heart fluttered at the note of hope in his voice.
"The Intel from the Durands was too old, the kids were all that's left of that lab, but we scraped some data from one of the data banks. We think it could tell us where Hemlock took Omega."
You handed him the spoon, and Hunter tried to eat politely, but it soon gave way to his hunger as he shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth without waiting to chew.
"Careful, you'll make yourself sick," You warned him, "You've been eating too many rations. I'll have to send you off with some real food this time."
Hunter looked up at you, and you used your thumb to wipe some sauce from his chin, but you couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"You could always come with us. How's your leg doing?"
The only reason you hadn't gone with Hunter and Wrecker when they set out to find Omega was because your femur was broken in the same railcar crash that took Tech. Phee had promised to look out for you and keep you from getting too bored while they scoured the galaxy. Despite your protests, you knew that in your injured state, you couldn't be much help at all.
So you made yourself useful in Pabu. You sewed clothes to replace those lost in the tsunami, you looked after children while their parents rebuilt, you made your family's old gumbo recipe for those who were too tired to cook at the end of the day.
Those like Hunter.
"What about the kids? Deke, Mox and...Stak?"
Hunter nodded, "Shep said there were some families on Pabu who could take care of them for now, he even offered to take two of them into his own house."
"Oh," You said softly, "That's kind of him."
Setting the empty canteen to the side, Hunter squeezed one of your hands as it hung at your side.
"Everything alright, cyare?"
"Oh!" After so long without him, you forgot how well he knew you.
"I just...I was hoping we could take them in, take care of them."
Hunter's eyes softened, and finally stood. "I'll admit I thought about it myself, but..."
"Not while Omega's still captured," You finished for him, dropping his hand and folding your arms.
Hunter's thumb brushed against your cheek, begging for you to look at him.
"You remember that night on Ord Mantell, right?" He asked.
You pouted, bottom lip jutting out, "We spent a lot of nights on Ord Mantell." Too many, to be precise.
"You know the one I'm talking about," He cupped your face in both hands, and you looked up at the dark circles beneath his eyes.
And you did know the night he mentioned. It was a full moon, so you could actually see the moon high above all the neons and smoke from the city. Hunter had made you a promise then and there, and you made one to him too. Nothing like marriage, but something like it.
Biting your lip, you reached up to run your thumb over his crows' feet. His eyes closed, blissfully relaxed beneath your touch. You knew how much he needed to find her. He could never forgive himself if anything happened to you, to Wrecker, or any of the cadets they'd just saved.
"I meant what I said that night," He whispered, eyes glistening as his forehead rested against yours, "We'll have our own family some day, something Kamino and the Empire won't ever be able to take from us. We just have to wait a bit longer."
You sniffled just a bit, and buried your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and when he wrapped his arms around you he leaned more of his body weight on you than he usually did. He felt frail, delicate even, like too much pressure in one place would snap him in half.
Hunter needed you, and you needed him.
"I'm coming with you," You whispered. He sighed with relief.
"Let's bring her home."
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but like poly! with hangman and rooster though 𤤠the lingering touches, longing looks and sneaking off in and out of the base because the rest of the dagger squad is yet to know of your unconventional relationship with the twoă
Ąthough it's safe to say that they have the tiniest bit of clue; the taped picture of you in jakeâs locker and the necklace of your initial that hangs alongside bradleyâs dog tags that may or may not have caught a sliver of their prying eyes.
Natasha waits until both Mickey and Reuben have had their post-hangover breakfasts, buttered toast and a single scrambled egg to go easy on their stomachs. Last night had been wild, and she'd volunteered for designated driver to gather intel while everyone else got drunk. She'd let them wake up on their own time, but once they'd come down for breakfast, she'd decided to ask for their help. When they're downing the last of the orange juice she'd poured for them, she braces her chin in her hands, "Boys?"
They share a look, suspicious when they turn back to her. Reuben speaks first, "Uh oh. Is this why you were bein' so nice to us? You've got some evil plan going?"
"Evil plan," She scoffs, wiping a crumb off of their communal kitchen table, "Don't be so dramatic. I need your help."
"With what?" Mickey's brow wrinkles in a frown, "You're probably the strongest at the table, there's nothing in here you can't move by yourself."
"I need your help spying on Rooster," She informs them, "I think he's got a girlfriend."
Mickey's brow straightens itself out, soaring towards his hairline, "Girlfriend?"
"And I think it's one of the maintenance women on base."
"What makes you say that?" Reuben leans over the table towards her, eager to hear the gossip.
"He's got this necklace that he wears on top of his dog tags," She explains, it's got her initials on it. I know it could be someone else, but I saw a picture taped in his jet the other day, and it was of her. I think they're sneaking around or something."
"Woah!" Mickey snickers, "A picture in the jet? He's already gone. So what, he's keeping her a secret or something?"
"I don't know!" Phoenix urges, "That's what I want you to find out. Don't pry, just keep an eye out with me this next week. I've asked Bob to do the same."
"Will do, Phe," Reuben nods once, headache long forgotten at the prospect of a secret mission, "Fanboy and I'll have the juicy details in no time."
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On Tuesday, Fanboy had caught a glimpse of your picture in Bradley's jet. Armed with your appearance, he'd described you to Payback, and the pair had scanned everyone in their vicinity until positively identifying you.
"That's her! That one," Fanboy points, glad that your back is turned so that you can't see the scene he's making, "That's Rooster's girl."
Feeling triumphant upon their discovery, the pair returned to Phoenix, announcing their victory. The trio had set out especially happy that Friday night, planning on getting Bradley blackout drunk and prying the answers out of him.
Friday night drinks are now a sacred ritual among the proudly proclaimed Dagger Squad, and it's not uncommon to see Jake perusing the patrons with one hand on his beer. He doesn't always stick around to play pool, but Bradly's bent over the table now, the necklace with your initials on the chain dangling low over the surface. Phoenix shares a sly grin with Fanboy and Payback over it, and notices Jake wandering off towards the bathrooms.
"Lucky guy," Coyote whistles lowly, "Have you seen the woman he's been messin' around with?"
"Bradley?" Phoenix's brows furrow, but Javy looks confused.
"No," He laughs cautiously, "Hangman. Rooster's got someone too?"
"Whatever," Phoenix shakes her head, "Doesn't matter. I pity the poor girl Jake's got."
Natasha makes it her business to get Rooster drunk, Fanboy and Payback holding back to question him once he's wasted. They're patient enough in their endeavors, sipping their own drinks in the meantime, but Fanboy excuses himself to the bathrooms while they wait.
He comes back entirely too fast, eyes blown wide and hands urgent where they wrap around both Phoenix's and Payback's wrists.
"Guys," He pants, "Get- come with me!"
"What- Hey!" Phoenix grunts as he yanks them off towards the other end of the bar, cringing when he heads straight for the men's bathroom, "Dude, whatever gross shit you found in there, I don't wanna see it!"
"It's not-" Fanboy shakes his head, speechless and gushing all at once, "Just look!"
He swings the door open so hard that it hits the tile on the wall. It also interrupts Jake, who's pressing someone up against the door of an open stall. Oh shit, he's pressing you up against the door of an open stall, his mouth hot and heavy on yours.
You stare wide-eyed at the three intruders, though perhaps if you wanted more privacy you could have let your boyfriend drag you into the supply room out back. It is a public bathroom, it just tends to stay empty except for couples hooking up.
Natasha's previously nice impression of you, only forged by the fact that one of her closest friends loved you enough to make you a permanent fixture in his jet, turns sour instantly. She can't imagine what Bradley will feel when she tells him you've been cheating on him, much less with Jake.
"Hangman," Payback's sharp voice cuts through the awkward silence of the bathroom, "What the hell are you doing, man?"
"I'm kissing my girlfriend," He drawls, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "Could you give us a little privacy, guys?"
"That's Bradley's girlfriend," Natasha narrows her eyes at you, "He's got a picture of you in his jet, and a necklace with your initials on it."
Your eyes widen slightly, and you murmur, "He's got a picture of me in his jet?"
Jake stares between you and Phoenix, watching as her face turns down in a disapproving frown, "Yeah, he does. He must really like you, and you're out here with someone else?"
"Oh-" You start, eyes widening along with Jake's, "No, it's not-"
"Oh, it's not what it looks like?" She interrupts, scoffing disgustedly, "Save it. Listen, I'm gonna tell Bradley about this, and then I'm gonna tell Penny you're bumming around here breaking hearts. You'll be lucky if you get away with a ring of the bell."
"No!" You cry, and Jake shouts sternly, "Phoenix, wait!"
But it's too late, and she's gone, wandering through the seat of people to find Rooster.
Jake lets his arms fall from around your waist and you both start towards the door, but Fanboy and Payback don't budge where they stand. Both are regarding you with disapproving looks, and you feel defensive as Jake's shoulders stiffen at their behavior.
"Listen, guys, you've got it all wrong. I know about Rooster, and he knows about me. We-" Jake runs a hand through his hair, "We're doing this- I dunno, throuple thing. He knows we're in here together, he chose this outfit for her tonight."
It's a flattering outfit, of course. But you're sure it's the least of their worries, as they process what Jake's just told them.
"Oh." Fanboy mutters, "So you're- it's all cool?"
"Well not now," Jake sneers, "Phoenix is about to have us thrown overboard!"
"Right," Payback steps out of the way, already intent on tracking the brunette down, "Phe- wait!"
He stops her just before she reaches Bradley, and she looks back at him exasperatedly. You're quick to follow, and she looks at you with her face wrinkled in disdain.
Bradley's, however, lights up at your arrival, and he sets his cue down, "Y/N! Hey, baby, wasn't sure I'd see you tonight. Thought Hangman might keep you in that shitty bathroom the whole time."
Phoenix's head snaps towards Bradley, her brows furrowed as she watches him keenly.
"Bradley, uh- I wanted to-" You sidestep his hug, approaching Phoenix with shame in your chest that you shouldn't be bearing. Somehow she's made you feel guilty for something you haven't done, and you want to make things right.
"I'm dating the both of them" You inform her in a meek voice, "Uh- Bradley and Jake. I would never cheat on anyone, or- or prowl a bar just to break someone's heart. I know what it looked like, but- I'm really sorry we confused you. If I had known you knew, I- I would have said something."
All in all, Phoenix feels a little embarrassed. She knows she did the right thing by trying to tell Bradley about it, but she'd jumped to the wrong conclusion, and all eyes are on her as she figures out how to proceed.
"So they know...?" She glances between both men, who nod casually.
"Yeah," You join, "It's- it's something we're trying out, a polyamory sort of thing."
"Oh." Is what she settles on, "Uh- I'm sorry. For threatening you, and lecturing you, and... yeah."
"It's alright," You assure her, sticking your hand out for a handshake. She goes to take it, but backs off last-minute, and something spikes in your chest straight at your heart.
"Uh- no hard feelings." She promises, hand down by her side again, 'But I saw you and Hangman in there, and I don't know where that hand has been."
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mmmm phe has some pets :3
My ass was bored today and i did some â¨character development⨠which mainly consisted of giving xem some pets so! Thatâs what this is! :D
so. This was me contemplating shit originally (i did not in fact have any references for these snakes so most of them i had envisioned. Do Not Exist :,D
donât take any of the info on the picture above as gospel bcs the names, breeds, etc have completely changed dhjdgddd. last night i mini rabbi holeâd on sneks and actually figured out breeds n allthat
but goddamn that tiger print snake is gender
aaaaaaaand hereâs the final-ish designs for the dudes!!
So weâve got:
Wolf:
Wolf is a red, yellow and black milk snake. Sheâs named after Wolf Alice, one of Pheâs favourite artists. Also she just thought that naming an animal a completely different animal name was very silly (it was me. I thought that.)
Donny:
Donnyâs an albino ball python. His markings are spots rather than the normal splodges (the markings are like the ones on the reference image below). Heâs named partially after Donny from Baby Reindeer, partially after xeir uncle and also just because he curls up like a donut.
Cali (not greeny lmao):
Caliâs a smooth green snake (yeah thatâs what theyâre actually called hdhjvghd) Sheâs named after both Cali from FunkyFrogBait channel and as a nod to Zerocalcare. Itâs 2 funky Netflix shows (tear along the dotted line and this world canât tear me down) that go very hard and that Phe loves, as they should.
god how i love talking about my ocâs obsessions like i didnât project all of them onto her :DD
But xey also have a cat! did you forget that?? i donât blame you if you did bcs i. Didnât mention him :D
This fucken kibby is called Nikko and is the sweetest little calico you ever did see!! Heâs a chubby little fella who will eat. Everything like genuinely he has a problem hdjdhd
please send help /j
Also heâs named after Ashnikko because. Gay Icon. Obviously đĽđĽ
#information n shite#phe post!!#funky-ish? art#my oc#my oc stuff#oc art#oc#original character#my ocs#oc artwork#kinda?#my oc art
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i hope one of them posts with the caption âphappy phanniversary pho phe phove phof phy phifeâ
goddd i hope so! thatâs poetry, thatâs literature
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Updated intro post
Hi! My name is August-Phoenix. I am a 19 year old transgender man currently one year and seven months on testosterone. Most friends refer to me as either August or Phe. Online I am referred to as either Wilburcos, or Infernal by the system community.
I use strictly he/him pronouns. But those who don't remember, or don't know my pronouns they/them is perfectly fine (I do it too)
I was clinically diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder last year. And am in current therapy for my DID.
I am a huge fan of minecraft, and I have been playing it for over ten years now! My hobbies consist of gaming, drawing, and cooking food.
I have a lovely girlfriend who is my biggest support through everything, we have been dating for three years as of last November and I plan on proposing to her next month.
I have future plans of studying psychology at university. But I'm just trying to get through 2025 currently. My stance on online matters varies from part to part but if you're curious on specifics just ask, and it will be answered depending on said part.
#did#did system#system#actually did#did osdd#dissociative identity disorder#osdd#dissociative system#not endo safe#syspunk#systempunk#intro post#introduction#transgender#ftm
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Greetings, itâs king of the Hell, VOX >:)
Now I know what your thinking, âOh BuT vOx IsNât ThAt LuCifER!?â Well technically yeah it is, but Iâm the REAL king. Iâm also better than that smelly, triangle ass deer >:( . Anyways bow down >:)
PPL I RP WITH AND THEIR CHARACTERS:
ZOE
Charlie&Vaggie - @charlieandvaggiehazbinhotel
Lucifer - @lucithekingofhell
Husk - @huskthebartender
Zoe (oc) - @zoe-hartfelt
RORY
Niffty - @niffty-gal
Trace (oc) - trace-fishdemon
ATLAS
Angel Dust - @ask-angel-anything
Alastor - @ask-alastor-anything
Valentino - @ask-overlord-valentino-anything
Zora (oc) - @zora-blackwood
PHE
Phoenix (oc) - @ph03nixaxel
Crymini - @crymini-hyena
IMOGEN
Layla (oc) - @laylastargazer
Velvette - @overlordvelvet
Rosie - @charminganddangerousoverlord
THING U LEGIT ABSOLUTELY NEED TO KNOW!!!
always check if I made my goodnight post so that u donât tag me or anything, if you do, know that I will not respond until around 4:30-10:00. and if I say Iâm sick Iâll prolly get to be online almost all day so yea
About the Mod
Call me fish :D Iâm a fairly friendly person. Also remember we have to be like decent and civil people donât say anything TOO explicit cuss words are allowed though (I think. Ask @trace-fishdemon) anyways I also run the @askyourauntierosie blog but Iâm not the Rosie of this rp group
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Amputee Acceleration
Look ma, no legs!
Type: Cosmetic/Misc
Class: Scout
Paintable: Yes
Accepted in game: No
This cosmetic was made by Steam users Spike Nitros, Howdot and Phe. Posted on November 28th 2023, you can vote for this here!
#Amputee Acceleration#cosmetic#tf2 workshop#the workshop mann#tf2#team fortress 2#the scout#tf2 scout#blu scout#red scout
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