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redthefortuneteller · 1 year ago

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Snake is not a human with snake genes. He's a snake with human genes.

𓆚 𓆚 𓆚 Edit: I've added at the bottom something else I had forgotten about. If you've read this post before, give it a read. Sorry about that! I've made other seperate posts related so that this one doesn't get so enormous. Here are the links: The Island of Queimada Grande The Snake Charming Flute A Pet Snake Feel free to give them a peek if you found this post interesting. These posts are much more brief than this one, I promise you! :D 𓆚 𓆚 𓆚 If you're at all familiar with the 1896 early science fiction novel "The Island of Doctor Moreau" by H. G. Wells, the tittle surely might've brought it to mind. Indeed, I am basing this theory on this novel. "The Island of Dr. Moreau reflects the ethical, philosophical, and scientific concerns and controversies raised by the themes and ideas of Darwinian evolution, which were so disruptive to social norms in the late 1800s."

In brief, Doctor Moreau was an eminent physiologist (read: mad scientist) in London who ended up fleeing Great Britain due to his experiments in vivisection being publicly exposed. Vivisection is, for all intents and purposes, experimentation on live animals. What he accomplished with his experimenting was human-animal hybrids. But it's not as one would assume at first glance (as did the main protagonist in the novel), that he'd turn humans into animals, as is often portrayed in this sort of fiction or even in real-world folklore (think werewolves or berserkers).

Instead, Doctor Moreau turned animals into humans. And unfortunately, through means of extremely painful surgery, which fits in quite well with a dark story such as Kuroshitsuji.

Almost all of the beast-folk are named after "what they're made of". For example: Leopard-Man, Hyena-Swine, Wolf-Man, Fox-Bear Woman, etc… And he refers to them as his children. Children he holds hostage on an island. You know, like an orphanage? The orphanage, which is mentioned in Chapter 192, could very well be "the island" where the Doctor's children were being held at. After all, an island is just like a building where one can be held in, only the walls are a vast ocean. Snake (or Oscar) refers to it as "… a terrible place." and remembering the painful surgery part, I think that's an understatement.

In a 1996 film adaptation that slightly deviated from the original work, the beast-folk as they're called, need to take a serum in order to keep them from turning back into their original form. All except for one hybrid in particular, which the doctor refers to almost perfect or the closest he's gotten to perfection. I feel inclined to mention that in the film someone confronts the protagonist with something along the lines of "What do you intend to do once you get her out of the island? Sell her to a circus?" referring to that almost perfect hybrid. I believe it to be the case that Snake could be the perfect hybrid. The doctor mentions the fact that in turning animals into humans, he could create the perfect human, devoid of its human flaws, devoid of malice. I firmly believe Snake is devoid of malice.

The whole incident with Phelps was nothing but a mistake, and Snake's paying dearly for that mistake as he got his neck sliced in the same place Phelps had the mamba bite.

Whichever the case, the plan was not very well thought through: he was going to kill Smile without knowing the circus troupe was dead and without so much as asking Smile about it. He was going to kill Sebastian too, were he not a demon. As Smile was telling him that he had infiltrated the circus in order to investigate, Snake kept flip-flopping between getting shocked with the revelation that the troupe were kidnapers and getting aggravated, insisting Smile was lying. Probably due to the snakes' chattering each of their opinions. He's confused, but he's not evil. It's clear from his reactions.

The reason I'm bringing this up is because he was acting purely on impulse. Not much thought. Or at least, the thought he put into it wasn't much. It wasn't malice guiding his actions, but a sort of instinct. Snakes don't think much about attacking when they feel threatened. If they feel inclined to do so, they just do. No questions asked. No thinking about consequences.

In the film mentioned earlier, the doctor's office looks like a small library. The doctor is obviously quite literate. However, his "children" aren't.

There seems to be quite a bit of focus on Snake not knowing how to read. First mentioned on Yana's personal blog and most recently brought up in Chapter 195. It was quite common for people to be illiterate at the time Kuro takes place, but there was a focus on Snake from Yana's part, which I only find interesting because of how his snakes were named. After famous writers.

Could the doctor have named the other snakes but not him, as he was the first snake? The Snake. Or could Snake have named the others because he himself didn't have a name? It's funny that among all his family, the one human is simply named "snake" while the ones that would be naturally referred to as snakes are named quite fancifully. It's also quite comical if you consider chapter 51, when Finnian thought Snake was "Mister Oscar" as he introduced himself with "I'm Snake…", "- Says Oscar."

If you'd like to consider going a little further and going a bit crazy on these what ifs: consider that his snakes are the others who didn't make it or reverted back to normal. The panel in chapter 195 (page 7) where Snake has himself a little dilemma (in space!) with all the snakes chiming in in his head? I know it might sound a little out there, but I think the reason those three Snakes are shown naked could be because they're not Snake, they really might be Keats, Emily, and Wilde. Either the Snake-Man hybrids all look the same, or this is how Snake visualizes them speaking, as he himself is a snake like them. The difference is that he can use human speech, so if they were to use it as well, they too would look like him… right?

In fact, he often makes little distinction. He's said this in chapter 202 when Arty asks if he's a snake charmer, to which he firmly responds, "No. Snake and us are family. - says Dan." and "We are all footmen. - Says Goethe." Before this, he says "We're all here. - says everyone." He refers to them as "us". He makes little separation between himself and the other snakes. He understands and talks to snakes because, naturally, he is a snake. And he's the only snake who can talk to humans—the only one who is also human. He's the spokesperson (spokesnake, lol) of the group. Edit: He makes different voices for different snakes. Each snake has their own voice. What if those were really their voices at some point in time? The first idea one gets from Snake is that the snakes are like parts of his personality that he's expressing through them. However, this isn't true (or entirely true) because they do really do communicate with him, as proven undeniably by Oscar sneaking into the castle basement in the Green Witch arc and bringing back information Snake had no way of knowing (and couldn't really explain very well when Bard asked for details).

In chapter 53, he's sneaked down to the cargo to share the food with "everyone" as he says. I always found it a little odd to share human food with snakes, who only eat whole animals. On the plate, there were some leaves. There are no herbivorous snakes; they're all exclusively carnivorous (insectivorous, too). Of course, the lettuce, or whatever it is, is intact. But still, snakes don't eat breaded chicken or liver pâté either… It's just odd that Snake, who's been seen feeding his snakes mice twice, suddenly thinks they'd be interested in this gourmet, first-class dish. I believe he thinks, since it's delicious to him, surely they might think so too. After all, they're all snakes. Could he get a little confused sometimes?

He's also never showed any fear of the werewolf forest while the other servants were scared as they made their way to the village in the Emerald Witch arc. He doesn't seem phased by the idea of wolf-men. He was freaked out by the torture instruments in the village though, meaning some things are scary, just not the werewolves.

Edit: I forgot to mention an interesting passage from the Kuroshitsuji Original Picture Drama live reading from 2015. As far as I know, the script was written by Yana Toboso. It's all done mainly for comedic purposes. However, there's a part where the characters are drinking and chatting and eventually some get a little tipsy. What Snake says in a drunken crying fit is "I'm a snake! I feel better if I drink a lot of sake!" Interesting, isn't it? ;) Go ahead and watch it yourself here if you feel like it: https://youtu.be/xMmrWsHLaqc?si=ozkAfssE_fLOOoaM&t=506

To end I'd also like to call attention to the cover art from Chapter 196. Him being confused about a lemon cake and a lemon tart being different snacks when they're both sweet and both cakes made it to the cover art. He's having trouble grasping how a lemon flavored dessert can be different from another lemon flavored dessert.

I think that sums it up nicely, although I might have forgotten some things. I do apologize if anyone has already made this correlation between this work by H. G. Wells and Snake's possible origins, I couldn't find anything related.

Of course it can all be explained easily by just saying he sees the snakes as family and as "us" because he has a connection to them. However, it's the "how he came to be" part that is my main motive behind the theory.

I put a lot of love and care into this theory and since Snake's flashbacks might be coming up soon, I thought I'd share it just so that it's out there for all it's worth.

Thank you so much for reading. Have a lovely day. Red

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yacinthemorning · 10 months ago

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Tailored to Your Liking

Chapter 7

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Summary: Tumble Town attracts all sorts of misfits looking for a fresh start on the frontier, but everyone still needs clothes. Be it extra limbs or high temperatures, Jimmy caters to every hybrid's needs.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Grian/Mumbo/Scar (romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic)

Warnings: Implied traumatic events, awkward flirting, verbal fight, anxiety attack

Jimmy tapped at his desk, staring down at the skeins before him. A weepweave was laid out across the table behind him, waiting to be drawn into shapes. He’d worked out the patterns weeks ago. And adjusted for the weight Tango had gained since. If he could just get himself to work it could be done in no time.

But there in lied the problem.

He pulled from his breast pocket the little brass bird. A canary, like the ones they’d used in the mines Tango worked much of his life in since coming to this continent. The ornament was truly lovely, something Jimmy would cherish, but he knew the poor thing carried much more weight than that. It carried a culture Jimmy wasn’t especially familiar with. The weight of its material and its palm sized stature. Tango had given it to him, but he’d avoided looking at it since.

It hurt, just a bit. Irrationally. If it was a symbol of his intentions then what did it say to be so ashamed of it? Jimmy knew better than that, of course, but it didn’t help emotions. Especially not when Tango had begun to treat Jimmy much the same.

A glance informed him it was nearly five o’clock. Ten hours since he last saw Tango. Where was he? What job had he found that took up so much of his time? They better be paying him more than a few copper if they’re going to-

Jimmy took a deep breath. He pushed out of his seat, grabbed his hat, and abandoned his shop for the day. There was no point in driving himself mad indoors if he wasn’t going to be productive for it. There was something else he ought to do anyways.

He made it to the end of Main Street, where a large, white building lay quiet. Few people approached the town hall most days, not unless there was a holiday. Besides Lizzie’s family, in fact, only its two employees could be found in its vicinity. Their presence was part of the reason it remained so silent.

Taking unsure hops, it seems he was ever so lucky enough to catch them both reclining at the front desk. Two sets of glowing, cyan eyes immediately snapped to Jimmy the moment his talons brushed the wood floor. Cub was the first to offer a welcoming smile, though Jimmy always found it rather unnerving. Not so much due to the skulk that draped him, but the knowledge that Scar thought quite highly of him. A “retired” doctor beloved by a snake oil salesman was no one Jimmy had a desire to trust.

Luckily Pixl was the one to motion for Jimmy, greeting him with a silent nod. “Welcome, Mister Solidarity. How may we be of service?” He voice was soft, not even an echo forming in the grand hall.

“I was actually interested in accessing the library, though I don’t imagine I’ll find what I’m searching for.” Jimmy admitted.

Curiosity raised Pixl’s eyebrow. He nodded to Cub, their teal antlers vibrating. Nothing Jimmy could understand, but he was sure others felt similarly to how the avians in town flared and flattened their feathers. “Of course, follow me. Perhaps I can help in your search.” Pixl suggested as they made their way down the hall, leaving Cub behind. “If it’s a matter of history, I could be of great service.”

The pickings were slim. What wasn’t bookkeeping or dictionaries were the few documents and books brought in with arriving citizens. The worldliness of the collection could be attributed to the variety of folks that wandered their way into Tumble Town more than interest in the topics. It made the collection particularly eclectic despite its size, everything from children’s books to family trees and obscure novels in languages Jimmy had never seen before.

An album of miscellaneous photographs found its way in front of him. Some were from events, others collected upon deaths, many donated by Mumbo. Jimmy was nearly through the entire album before he spotted it. The photos were in horrid condition, even a bit burnt at the edges. Each portrayed one of two women, one elderly and the other a bit older than Jimmy’s age, both alike to one another. Their hair flowed like fire and their sharp ears were adorned with jewellery. Though the young woman wore a skirt similar in style to what Jimmy often made, the elderly woman dressed entirely differently. Thin layers of cloth draped her body, with some sort of shaping going on underneath. The shoulders sat loose under the clutches of gold ornaments, with a particularly intricate necklace. A favour. Jimmy absentmindedly rested his hand over his pocket.

There were a few others, including a photo of the younger in a similar garb, though the decor seemed to be of a different material and less intricate. It seemed to be some sort of celebration. There were short notes on the backs but they were all written in Pigling. Even in the black and white photos the gowns were gorgeous. He continued to flip through the dozen photos, trying to figure out their make. The waist pulled in but there was no seams visible anywhere on the outer layer. Not at the visible angles. Their trousers, too, were tailored into anklets. There was no embroidery or decorative stitchwork in the cloth itself, and no patterns. Were the layers different colours? Knowing the material they were likely made of they were most certainly vibrant...

So entranced was Jimmy that he didn’t notice Pixl approaching until a loud thud made him jump up out of his seat. A stack of three books had been placed on the table. Pixl shrugged in apology. “These are all we have that mention in any capacity the Nether or Netherborn, I’m afraid.”

“Thank you.” Jimmy muttered in a daze. As he flipped open the first few pages, it occurred that he had never told the sculkling what he was looking for. He whipped his head up to give some type of indignant remark he had yet to think of, but Pixl was already gone. In a huff, he gathered up the books. It was getting late, and whether Tango came home or not, Jimmy needed to make dinner for at least himself.

To his surprise when he reached home, Tango’s shoes and jacket were there at the entrance. More surprisingly, there was a smell wafting out from the kitchen. Jimmy poked his head past the door. Seeing Tango at the stove momentarily brought out a moment of panic, but there were thankfully no metallic smells, only the scent of spices and chicken.

A curious tweet slipped out of the avian. Tango jumped so high Jimmy worried he might hit his head on the ceiling. He spun around, spilling whatever had been in the ladle in his hand across the floor. And his foot. He jumped a second time, curses spilling out of his mouth, until his knee hit the back of a chair and they both went down. In a panicked flurry Jimmy went to the poor man’s aid, himself almost slipping on the spilled substance in the process.

“My goodness, are you alright?” Jimmy squeaked.

Tango was still dazed, though his face had contorted in guilt or pain, likely both. “Just peachy. Ah!” His neck cracked as he rolled it. It seemed unsatisfying, but he left it to return tending the large pot on the stove. “At least I didn’t knock anything important over.”

“What are you doing?”

Instantly Tango shrunk in on himself, held himself like a scolded dog. Was Jimmy’s tone so accusatory? He couldn’t deny being more than a bit frustrated with the man’s indecisiveness. “Well, I’m making dinner.”

“Yes, I can see that. But why?” Though Tango often helped in the kitchen he’d never taken the initiative to cook himself. It was never clear whether it was out of the delusion that what he chose to make would be poorly received, the nonsense idea he had no right to use the ingredients Jimmy bought, or the only reasonable explanation that he simply didn’t enjoy cooking.

Tango didn’t look up from the pot. “You weren’t here when I got back, so I thought I should.”

Jimmy hadn’t been there because Tango hadn’t either. There was nothing stewing because Jimmy had been too distracted thinking of the party. Tango always picked up more chores when he was feeling useless. There were many things Jimmy could say, but, perhaps for the best, they were all stuck on one another in his throat. “What are you making?” He asked instead, approaching the pot.

“You like curry? It’s sort of like curried chicken. Except not. They call it Nether peppered chicken here I think, but there’s no Nether peppers in it. It’s...”

“Tasty?” Jimmy offered an out, which Tango graciously took with a nod. “I’m guessing a Nether dish?”

The tuft of Tango’s tail swept against jimmy’s leg in absentminded agitation. “Sorta. It’s actually something I learned from a workmate after I first arrived here. It’s...” He tilted his head back, brows knit. “Like, it’s hard to get certain spices and vegetables here, so people make due, and it sorta turned into its own thing. I guess I did, too. I had this friend for a while, Brody, he couldn’t handle the spiciness, so I started making it differently, less spicy more bitter.” He paused to pour a mixture of ground spices and greens into the pot. “It’s why I like making it, probably.”

Because you can’t say you made it wrong, Jimmy managed to not say aloud. Was it reasonable to be envious of a man’s relationship to his dinner? Most likely not, but that was the only way Jimmy could describe the melancholic lump in his chest as he watched Tango stir the pot without tension in his shoulders.

“It looks delicious.” He murmured. Tango hummed in reply. While he continued to stir Jimmy placed the cutlery and plates and sat down. Something dropped into the pot with a pop. “... You know, you can make it as spicy as you please.” Jimmy’s voice pitched up, “I don’t mind, it doesn’t bother avians.”

“The peppers in the market aren’t very spicy, it’s better this way with what w-you have.”

“Oh, okay.” Jimmy adjusted his wings around the back of his chair. Feather wrapped over his arms. The ladle scraped against the side of the pot. “How was work?”

Tango paused for a moment, tail twitching with anxious energy. “Fine. Just helped Etho and Pause with some barn repairs at Beef’s ranch. Was done by noon so I helped Impulse with bottling his beer. Then Chef let me help load the coal wagons going to the station for a couple gold.”

“That’s nice of him...”

“It is. Way more than I ever got paid as one of Fwhip’s guys for the same job. Funny that.”

“Funny that.” Jimmy repeated mindlessly, talon tracing the pattern of the table cloth. Why did it always have to go back to money lately? He knew why. “Have you made anything recently?” He asked, hoping there was some odd little redstone scheme boiling in Tango’s mind ready to spill out into hours long explanations Jimmy could barely wrap his head around.

But there was none. “Not really. Been busy.” Tango shrugged.

“The shop’s closed tomorrow, we could go down to Joe’s and see what he’s selling?”

“I don’t wanna waste money-”

Both jumped as the silverware crashed down against plates. It took Jimmy a heartbeat to realize it was his own fist against the table that had caused it. He mumbled out an apology, not daring to return the blazeborn’s gaze.

“Jim-”

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”

Tango had abandoned dinner, now leaning against the chair beside Jimmy. “Jimmy.”

Why did talking have to be so difficult all of a sudden? “You don’t have to take so many jobs in one day.” He managed to choke out.

“Well... I had the energy, I guess.”

“You didn’t want to come back.”

Tango’s tail wrapped around his leg, frown twisting with guilt as he was now the one who couldn’t look at the other.

Jimmy felt his stomach sink. “I’m not... I understand, but I don’t get it.”

“Why I work?”

“Why you won’t let yourself be good enough.” Jimmy reached out, hesitating when Tango leaned away. “And I don’t know what you need to help you.”

“Then I got bad news for what it’s like being stuck with me.”

“Tango...” He was right. Jimmy couldn’t do anything to help Tango if Tango wasn’t willing to be helped. Perhaps he couldn’t help even if he wanted to. This wasn’t something Jimmy could bull-headedly push through like usual.

Tango approached the table, plating their food. As he placed the ladle back down, Jimmy reached out for his hands. He stared at the avian. Surprise, confusion, then concern. “You know you’re a wonderful man, right?” Jimmy asked. It was returned with a dumbfounded shake of Tango’s head. Jimmy almost laughed. Almost. He clutched Tango’s hand closer. “You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met, with your strange machines and inventions. And you’re too kind. You’re always helping other folks, I swear there isn’t a single person in this town that hasn’t something sweet to say about you-”

“What are you doing?” Tango asked, tugging weakly against Jimmy’s hold.

Jimmy gave him a sad smile. “You need to know, even if you don’t listen to me right now.”

Quiet fell over them, Tango not replying. Trapped somewhere between peace and tension, they ate dinner in silence.

Weepweave splayed out across Jimmy’s work station, its natural matte crimson colour darkened ever so slightly. It would suit Tango, easy to see long before Jimmy carved it into clothing. There were a few other materials, hoglin leather and twist, but the dark crimson weepweave was what he had the most to work with.

Tango hesitated at first, but his hand ran with fascination over the material. “This is nice.” He said with genuine surprise.

Jimmy shrugged, “Well, when it take this long to import we can’t have it falling apart on you after a few weeks. Otherwise you’ll be right back where you started!” He adjusted the fabric, giving one more once over. “There’s more than enough for three outfits. Four if we pushed our luck but I think it’s best to save some for future repairs.”

A gesture was enough for Tango to fetch the chalk while Jimmy turned the fabric over. Slowly the shapes of an outfit began to appear across the various pieces. Tango remained to help where he could while Jimmy worked.

It continued on through the morning, until the afternoon sun beat down through the windows. Jimmy could feel himself beginning to overheat. In a brief lull, he began to remove his vest, piling the tools that had begun to accumulate in its pocket down beside the cloth. By the time he’d placed the vest aside Tango had also frozen up, staring at the ground. Among the piled treasures was the metal bird.

Jimmy bit his tongue, picking it back up carefully while he sat down in his stool. Silence stretched out. “You know,” Jimmy tentatively broke it. “Avians are also known for their favours.”

“Oh?” Tango murmured back.

“Yes, a feather.”

This captured his attention. “A feather?”

Jimmy nodded, thumb rubbing over the canary’s wings. “Our own. Usually from along the spine, those aren’t quite as large.” He looked up to his companion, who was staring with knit brows at Jimmy’s yellow wings, befuddlement clear. “False will tell you there’s ceremonies and words to go with it but Grian simply handed them over one day to Scar and Mumbo. I suppose it’s one of those flock to flock things. Still, feathers are special to an avian. There’s many traditions involving our feathers, but I suppose you could call it the biggest one.”

“But…” Tango stumbled, seemingly unsure of his next words.

“It’s important it’s your own feather, that it’s a lovely one any damage to can be seen. I think it’s quite lovely, trusting a part of yourself to someone, and being trusted the same.”

“… I suppose.”

He was once more turned away. Jimmy worried his bottom lip. Had he come across as condescending? It was not his intention.

A great sigh escaped the blazeborn as he reclined onto the bench. “Not everyone has feathers to give, though.”

Jimmy’s heart sank. “No, I suppose they don’t. But the purpose is-”

“Gold’s quite common in the Nether, you know.” He continued, as if Jimmy hadn’t spoken. “In very small bits, but it’s everywhere. It’s more of a time investment. If you spend the time, you’ll have enough, eventually.” His gaze downcast. “But time is money, as they say.”

The little metal bird thunked against the table, muffled by the weepweave between them. Tango’s chest heaved as he tried to keep himself calm, and Jimmy wanted nothing more than to get up and go to his side to comfort him.

When Tango’s breath had evened out again he continued. “There was a moment, back with Brody, when we went out to the market together. We’d had nothing but stale bread and stolen eggs for a whole week. But we finally had thirty-four copper between us. That was the first time I was able to purchase everything on my own without messing up my words. At least, not bad enough that I was looked at funny or told to repeat myself. I thought, ‘This is it. I worked hard, I can speak the language, I can finally get a real job here.’ I was a real stupid kid.” His face twisted as his fists clenched the hem of his shirt, tail waving wildly beside him. “Guess I’m still stupid, cause I kept telling myself that until there was nowhere else to go. Doesn’t matter what words I say, or what continent I’m on, I’m still just some netherborn in rags. I can’t find a way to be more than that.”

Tango threw his hands out wide. “This is literally the peak of my life. I can’t-”

The blazeborn choked. Jimmy jumped out of his chair to Tango’s side in an instant, tucking the bird back into his breast pocket to free his hands to hold his companion. “Oh, Tango.” He tried desperately to soothe.

“I could see it, y’know. Last time you opened that vault, it looked like less.” Smoke billowed out like breath on a cold day, small sparks living for a fraction of a second within them. “And you’re here, working with the nicest material I’ve ever owned, and I shouldn’t own it. You shouldn’t have bought it. You shouldn’t be working on this instead of Katherine’s tea dress, or Mumbo’s coat. And I-” His hand shot out with desperation, ripping the bird out of Jimmy’s pocket and shoving it in both their faces. “-I shouldn’t be making prototypes for something I’m. Never. Going to get to make! I let myself get stupid ideas again, and dragged you down with me.”

Blazeborn couldn’t cry. Perhaps that was why they produced smoke, so that those around them could cry for them. Jimmy certainly was, clutching tightly to Tango for dear life as he tried to put together anything he could say. Minutes past, however long Tango needed to pull himself back together.

“Sorry.” He sniffled, to which Jimmy shook his head. Because he understood. Everyone in Tumble Town did. Not for taking the same road, but for winding up in the same place. Somewhere where problems didn’t go away, but they didn’t seem as big.

Jimmy glanced back over at the fabrics, all the shapes perfectly traced out for another well-fitted suit. He buried his cheek into Tango’s warmed hair, cooing comfortingly. Whatever bit of help Tango was willing to take, he’d make the most of it.

“How does it feel?”

Tango stepped back, turning in the mirror as he examined the vest. The last piece of his first outfit. He did a spin, tail training after him hotter than usual. No cloth caught aflame. He smiled bashfully over to Jimmy. “Feels good. Feels fancy. I’m scared people might start mistaking me for Scar’s assistant.”

Jimmy muffled his laugh against his sleeve, though the bell drowned it out for him in the end. “Why, what would scare you about that! It’d be a great compliment to be my assistant!” The man of the hour declared, clacking his cane against the floor for emphasis. A strange little noise escaped Tango in response.

“Good afternoon, Scar.” Jimmy greeted, unable to hide his amusement. “We were just finishing up, doesn’t Tango look handsome?”

Scar hummed and pulled his top hat down to his chest. “Why I’d say he is absolutely dashing! You’ll have every little canary in town swooning.”

Both men turned pink. Jimmy took advantage of his closer proximity to their menace to smack him across the shoulder. “Hush!”

“I’m terribly sorry, Timothy, but I’m afraid I cannot!” Scar announced dramatically, producing papers from within his coat. There was a paused in his theatrics, during which he sent Jimmy a wink that straightened the avian’s spine. “I, in fact, came to speak to you Tango. There’s a job I need your assistance with.”

Tango’s tail twitched, “Oh yeah? What’s the job?”

“A bit of work we’re doing with the Luxo Company. Fwhip informs me you were quite the handyman in the mines, and there are some drafts for the new rail line and station that need an extra hand in drawing up.”

“Uh, sure, but,” Tango glanced awkwardly between Jimmy and Scar. “I mean I’ll be glad to help but I would have thought you’d ask Mumbo.”

Scar waved dismissively. “Oh, Mumbo is off on one of his cycling trips right now, he won’t be back for a few months at least! And this needs to be done now. It’ll be a couple weeks’ work once the materials are delivered.”

Anxiousness vibrated through Tango’s tail, “No offense Scar, but it is you. What’s the catch?”

“No catch! Just some honest work that needs doing, and not a lot of qualified individuals in this one-horse town. Good pay, too.”

Tango finally threw his hands up in surrender. “I mean if you’re okay with it. I’m not exactly qualificated myself, I learned this stuff hands on, on the job.”

“That just means you have experience!”

“Alright, Scar. You got a deal.”

“Great, great!” The papers were placed down on Jimmy’s desk. “I’ll come by and grab you in a few days if Jimmy’ll be willing to let go.”

Jimmy scoffed. “Excuse you.”

“Excusing myself!” He agreed, rushing out the door. “Have a good day, fellas!”

“That man, honestly.” Huffed Jimmy, shaking his feathers flat. Tango didn’t reply, scanning the papers with his nose scrunched up. He peered over the shorter man’s shoulder. “Do you need help?”

Tango jumped. “Huh? Oh, no, it’s just. My name’s on here?”

“Pardon?”

“My name’s in the contract.” He repeated, holding up the page. Indeed, among the many printed letters instead of something neutral it specified ‘Mr. Tek’.

It took everything Jimmy had not to audibly groan. “I suppose he had faith in you.”

“Yeah…” Muttered Tango distractedly. He shrugged and put down the papers.

Tango spent much of the next two weeks off somewhere with Scar for most of the afternoon. Scar couldn’t work very long but they did the best they could with what time they had. Before and afterwards Tango would take other jobs, no matter how much Jimmy told him he didn’t have to. Catalogues were easy to find and he’d calculated what he owed Jimmy on his own. Some questionably true assurances convinced him to lower it at least a bit, to about half of what Jimmy might normally price his work at. Still, he was determined to pay.

At least Scar’s job took a good bit of the burden off. It was paid for by the Luxo Company who’d trusted Scar’s scouting. They didn’t need to be informed the details of the individual he scouted, so long as the plans were good. And Jimmy had all the trust in the world that Tango would make good plans.

More importantly, when he returned home in the evening he didn’t look like walking misery. Dead on his feet, sure, falling asleep in his dinner, but not defeated like he had the previous few weeks, which a horrified Jimmy had only realized after how familiar he’d become with it.

He was nearly done paying for the second set of clothes when they were done. The silhouette was looser, perhaps not as fashionable, but Jimmy could tell Tango was more comfortable. It was more like what he enjoyed wearing.

Tango had his hands shoved into the pockets, swaying back and forth in the mirror with a wide grin. “My gods, he’s done it again.” He declared, tilting his head to look at Jimmy.

“Stop it.” murmured the avian, swatting at the man with his wing. A raspy giggle was his response.

“Have you ever made this many clothes for one person in such a short time?”

Jimmy smiled, reaching out to adjust Tango’s skewed collar. “Can’t say I have… Tango?”

“Hm?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask about your last outfit.”

This got a curious glance. Flexing his wings nervously, Jimmy ushered them over to his desk. Ensuring Tango was paying attention first he pulled out a pattern, one he’d only finished piecing together the night before. He rolled it out. Tango’s eyes went wide. “This…”

“I wanted- is it too much?” He worried. “Or, wrong, maybe. I had to make some choices. I can use another pattern if you’d prefer. I’d understand.”

Tango’s hand was pressed the pattern. He looked back up to Jimmy, eyes round and disbelieving, before they softened. “No, this is good.” He said, almost too quiet for Jimmy to hear. “Jim… This is good.”

Warmth fluttered in Jimmy’s chest as relief washed over him. “I’m glad.”

But Tango sighed. “Jimmy, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Jimmy knew. It was something he was waiting to happen for the last few days. So, he sat down at his desk, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay. What is it?”

“Scar’s job will be done this week. I’ll get my last pay the day after.”

“Yes.”

Tango looked away. “It’ll be more than enough with my other jobs to finish paying for this before it’s done.”

“And you’ve been saving some for yourself?” Jimmy asked, though he already knew. Some part of him wanted Tango to say it just so he was sure.

Tango did just that. “Yeah, just a bit. Enough.”

Enough. “For what?”

A bristled tuft wrapped around Jimmy’s leg. Jimmy reached out to lay his hand over Tango’s, nudging him to continue. “Scar says they’re looking to build some new infrastructure for the railway. New engines, new machines to build those engines. That sorta thing. They got a lot of new jobs opening up ‘cause of it. He thinks with my work for them so far I got a shot above the rest. At the very least they can put in a good word for me somewhere else. But-”

“But none of that work is here.” Jimmy concluded, willing his heart not to give. He tried to smile.

Tango winced back, “Yeah.”

He took a deep breath. “I understand.” His voice cracked anyways.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and as he choked back the first sob, he couldn’t help think about how ridiculous this all was. It’d not even been four months since they first met, not five before they would part ways. He’d patently refused Tango at several points just to avoid being like his thoughtless brother, yet here he was anyways. There was a blooming of relief through his chest that contradicted everything else, from the thought that this could possibly be it for Tango. Jimmy couldn’t help him, but someone else could, and more importantly would.

He’d only received news he already knew was coming, yet it all seemed too much.

“Sorry.” He hiccuped, wiping his wrist over his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m happy for you, I promise.”

Tango’s arms tightened around his shoulders, a soft hum vibrating through Jimmy as his head rested into Tango’s throat. Somewhere he’d heard that cats purred when they were hurt as well as happy, to do with comfort instead of contentment, and he wondered in that moment if blazeborn were the same. “I know.” Tango said, his own voice breaking. “I know.”

The last outfit took Jimmy the longest, long enough for confirmations to happen and Tango to finish preparations to leave. It wasn’t that Jimmy was putting it off, if anything he’d worked so diligently. Others in town were accommodating, happy to accept that their orders would be put off for a while. The pattern and even some techniques were completely new to Jimmy, things he’d never tried. He was no grand artist making the next biggest trend or a high end dressmaker creating something everyone would talk about for weeks to come. He was a simple tailor for a small town in the middle of the frontier, who specialized in accommodating those that did not fit the mould. Maybe, by that description, there was something he could have been doing that he completely overlooked.

A very particular feeling overwhelmed the avian as Tango stepped out of the changing curtain. Like seeing the world’s most beautiful painting jump to life, filled with colours and textures and shadows that seemed too rich for reality. In a sense that was exactly what happened. Loose crimsons and warm grays draped down the man’s form, shaped as Jimmy had only seen in photos until now, no need for modifications for any part of the man.

It looked good on Tango. It looked really good. It was perfect for him, more than just the right colours could ever be. He’d never worn clothes so comfortably before or seemed so assured that he was wearing something unquestionably his. There were alterations, from where Jimmy could not figure out the way to recreate certain things, or where decorations had to be compromised for material’s sake, or where Tango had given input for his own preferences and insights. In front of Jimmy was a netherborn, and the most beautiful man Jimmy had the pleasure to meet.

“How’s it look?” Tango asked, though Jimmy didn’t think he needed to say anything from the smug grin on his face.

Jimmy was still too stunned to come up with something clever. “You’re perfect.” He said a bit breathlessly.

That seemed to knock the man out of his element a bit, smirk shrinking to something a bit shy that matched his reddening cheeks. His tail curled around his ankle before twisting back out. “Then, maybe I should wear it out today.”

“I thought you’d already planned your outfit for today?” Jimmy laughed while Tango bounced up to his side.

“I’ll wear it tomorrow.” He snickered, running a hand over the weepweave. “Can’t not show off my little birdy’s gorgeous work, now, can I?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Tango, all your clothes are my work.”

“True. Maybe I should wear them all every day.”

“You’re going to have to do a lot more laundry if you try.”

“True, true.” He sighed, but continued to smile.

Jimmy smiled right back. “Oh,” He suddenly realized, looking around his workshop. “There was, um, there’s one more thing.”

Tango watched him curiously as he ran over to one of his drawers, one he knew Tango never used himself. There it was. Nervous energy ran through his wings. He approached Tango slowly, hands behind his back. “If you would, I was hoping I could trust you with this.” Gathering his nerves, he held out his hands, delicately folded fingers unwrapping from around a bright yellow feather, as perfectly preened as he could manage. Wrapped around the base was nothing as nice as the bird Tango had made, a simple gold chain attached to a series of metal beads which held the feather in place. Tango stared down in wonder, carefully accepting the feather into his own hands while anxiety prickled down Jimmy’s wings.

Clawed finger rose up to Jimmy’s cheek. He leaned into it as they ran themselves through the feathers around his ear. For a moment Jimmy closed his eyes and basked in the warmth radiating from the man. “You’ll come visit now and then, won’t you?” He asked. Pleaded.

When he opened his eyes Tango eyes were warmer than he’d ever seen. “I’ll come back.” He promised instead, far more than Jimmy cared hope for in the days leading up to his departure. Tango’s hand fell away, instead resting over Jimmy’s breast pocket, the metal bird tucked within pressing into his palm and Jimmy’s heart. “Could you… Would you hold onto that? Until I do? Until I come back with a proper one?”

“This is the proper one.” He chuckled, placing his own hand over Tango’s. “But, if you insist, then of course.”

“Then I’ll take good care of your feather, and the clothes you made me.” Tango said, a determined spark flying from his tail. Jimmy grinned.

“Please do.”

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cutegirlmayra · 2 years ago

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Combiny the prompties~

I’m a big fan of you, Precious Anon~ <(=//nwn//=)>

Prompt:

“How could this have happened!?” Sonic swiped the air with his claw, as a full-on wolf with bright red spikes that rattled like a snake’s tail reached up and tried to snap at him.

Getting knocked down, she paced around the tree, growling... she was huge! Bigger than Sonic, but while collecting the moons and suns, Professor Pickle and Amy had tried to experiment with taking out Sonic’s Dark Gaia infulence... unfortunately, the chaotic energy transferred to Amy, and while Sonic was still a werehog... she now carried half his curse.

“Oh dear, this is dreadful. A real conundrum, a hoshposh of dark energy mixed with that poor girl’s soul. Oh dear. Oh, my. How can I be thinking of cucumber sandwitches at a time like this!?” Professor Pickle was beside himself, having a sandwitch in his hand and placing it back on his plate while he now used both hands to type furiously with Tails backing him up.

“We have to reverse all energy back to Sonic!” Tails exclaimed, “Amy’s not even able to keep her conciousness!”

“Something must have happened when that good-for-nothing, pish-posh Doctor or whatever, Evil bad egg, for sure, made that device to inflict Sonic. I have a small theory, you know, that that machine was probably made to instill the tiniest fragments of light from the Chaos Emeralds used to sustain the Doctor’s experiment... a mad quack, if you ask me.” Professor Pickle looked over at the window, “Oh my!” seeing Sonic stretch out his hand to drag the pink wolf’s snarling muzzle against the barrier between the lab and the outside world.

“Any time now, Professor!” Sonic grabbed one of her front legs and threw her away from the laboratory.

“This could take all day, I can’t work under these stressful conditions-! Ohh!” he ducked his head and stopped typing, causing Tails to also look distracted and turn to the window.

“Ohh... Sonic!” He raced to the door, opening it as Sonic had two hands keeping the Wolf-Hedgehog hybrid’s mouth open to not clamp down on him, her clawed paws digging into the ground. “You need to get her out of here!” He hollered, “I know it’s unfair, but we need time!”

“What!? Time!?” Sonic threw her face down to the ground, climbing up to shove his whole weight onto it and keep her down as she scraped against the ground. “Great. Chip?” He looked up, “I need you to play the bait!”

“Bait!?” Chip faltered in the air, “No way! Nuh-huh! She was such a sweet girl, too, b-b-but-!” before he could sway his arms around and protest any further, Sonic gruffed and got the other Werehog in a headlock, but she looked so different from his transformation...

“Grr... Chip!” Sonic cried out, almost begging.

“Ahhh... Ohhh..!!! Alright! Here, poochie, poochie!” He flew like a sprite over to Amy’s vision, her large, narrowed wolf eyes looked over to see him, and Sonic slowly released his arm after seeing her eyes dart about with Chip’s sparatic movements.

“This way, yoohoo! Bleh, Bleh~” he patted his bum and lowered his bottom eyelid with his finger, then stuck out his tongue and winked. “Bet’cha can’t catch me! Yipes!” he tucked his bum up in front of himself when she snapped the air and pawed, whimpering to chase him. “YAAHHH-HAHA-AHHH!!! Soooniiiccc!!!” Chip ran in the air a moment before flying off, bobbing up and down every now and then as she tried to jump for him, leading them away from the lab.

Sonic, exhausted in his werehog form, already having been experimented on, looked over his shoulder with a wobbly step of his legs, “Tails... You stay with Professor Pickle... I’ll be back by dusk...”

“Got it!” Tails formed a fist and pumped it in the air to show his determination. “What will you do?”

“I’ll... ughh... keep her distracted.” He shook out his shoulders and then rolled them back, “Alright... let’s play ball...” He raced forward, reaching out a hand and stretching it to catch Chip as he tried to flinch and duck from Amy’s lunge up into the sky, her mouth drooling as he pulled his friend protectively to his chest, then held out a hand to Werehog Amy. “That’s enough!” he kept his hand out, “Amy... I know you’re still in there...”

She just looked around in the air, confused where Chip had gone before turning around and barring her teeth, slowly circling Sonic...

Chip whimpered and kicked out his feet to dive deeper into Sonic’s arm, shivering at her large and imposing size compared to him and Sonic.

“I know what you’re thinking...” Sonic spoke to Chip, but didn’t look away from Amy... just kept turning his body to wherever she was... as she barked every now and then as though to pounce, but seeing Sonic ready for it, bracing his stance, she would go back to circling... and Sonic would keep his hand up and eyes threatening that he’d go if she went. “How are we gonna keep her distracted till dusk?”

“Dusk!?” Chip angrily flew up and grabbed one of Sonic’s cheeks, shaking and tugging on it in his fury, “Why would you have us near death for so long!!!???”

Amy bit the air and Chip cried out and flew back into Sonic’s protective arm.

“Be brave, Chip.” Sonic then lowered him down to the ground, “Don’t fly... it seems to get her too excited.” He stated, and slowly began to approach her, “Easy, Amy... Easy...” his monsterous eyes grew softer, revealing the hidden hero within them. “Amy... It’s me... I know I...” He looked over himself, swaying his head to look down at his new form. “Don’t... appear the same... but you said it yourself,” he gestured out to her, “That no matter what I am... you’d be there for me... Well, it’s only common courtsey to do the same.”

She growled and tilted her head, her eyes scanning for either an opening... or maybe... understanding?

“Amy... are you in there?” He tried to reach out for her, but she lowered her form and gave every indictation that she’d bit if he touched her.

He slowly withdrew his hand, “Ohhh...” He let out a disappointed groan, but Chip piped in.

“Sonic, maybe... if you act like a monster, she will think you’re just like her!” he made his hands go up like claws, “Rawr, rawr, grr! Like that!” he gritted his teeth and hopped a little left and right, before spreading his arms and body out wide, as though thinking he had the perfect idea...

Sonic sweatdropped a little off the side of his face but turned to Amy and... slowly... lowered himself to all fours.

He figured, it must be worth a shot, since the ‘human approach’ wasn’t doing any good...

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a split second to try and swallow his pride back for a moment, and bent his ears back to show he meant business.

The snarling and growling stopped, and Amy looked intriqued.

He then postured himself up almost like a gorilla, being on his knuckles, and held out his chest.

“Ah! A gesture of superiority!” Chip cheered, throwing his arms up with different punches to the sky. “Yeah, yeah! Show her you’re the top dog, Sonic!”

Sonic looked back at Chip awkwardly with his eyes, but then widened them when Amy’s muzzle and nose sniffed at his chest, as though checking out if he really was strong... or all bark and no bite.

She huffed to the side and circled him more with a bounce in her stride, as though inspecting him further.

“Ah, hey, why- no!” she went under his arm and sniffed before he pushed her away, and she growled and he bonked her on the nose and the two were battling again.

“Ahhhh... man, it almost looked like that worked.” Chip slumped forward, “Hmm...” He then quickly tapped his foot and put a hand to his chin as Amy and Sonic rolled around in a tussle, duking it out while Chip finally got another idea. “That’s it!” he snapped the air and both Amy and Sonic’s ears flicked towards it, stopping their fighting and rolling to where Amy’s wolf form was on top, and Sonic’s werehog form was on the bottom and they both turned to Chip. “You’ve gotta be the Alpha wolf!” he posed with his arms flexing up, then down again as he did a miniture jump as though showing off muscles he clearly didn’t have. “You’ve gotta be aggressive!” He clawed the air, “RAWRRR!! Agile!” he hopped like a bunny on the ground on all fours, “Speeeeed!” he then raced around, using his wings to make him ‘zip’ through the air. “And lastly, be... affectionate~ Awh~” he got back up on his bipetal legs, putting both hands together by his heart, and swaying his body left and right. “After all, Alphas are supposed to be protective of their packs. You’ve gotta make her realize you’re a friend, not a foe! A monster in company!” he balanced on one leg and spread his arms out wide. “Think that’s it?” He flew over to Sonic’s head before racing away as Amy nipped the air as though to eat Chip.

Sonic gently got her off of him as she backed off, grumbling in animal grunts while she sank away to dig her elongated muzzle into some trash...

“You really think I have to befriend her like a... like an animal?” Sonic brushed off his arms, then shook out his head and began lightly pulling the pink wolf-quills out of his own head of spines...

“Exactly!” Chip flew back to Sonic’s head, gesturing out before gently taking one of his small paws and putting them to Sonic’s cheek, “Trust me... It was really working just a second a ago! I think she’ll calm down and remain tame enough to where we can wait out the day for the Professor and your friend to be done!” he then shrugged with a friendly tilt towards Sonic, “Worth a solid effort, right?”

“Ehhh...” Sonic grimanced, looking back over to Amy as her dog tail wagged and she looked around for more trash food.

“If it’s for Amy... Then...” He sighed, gesturing out towards her, “I really don’t want her to get hurt... Or hurt anyone by mistake.”

A person screamed and dropped their groceries, seeing her as she raised her head and playfully chased after the flee human.

The two boys flinched and cried out, “Gah!” in surprise and hurriedly chased her to keep her from hurting the poor man.

“Chip, it’s a deal! We’ll give it a try!” Sonic called out, racing after Amy.

“Yea-yep!” Chip nodded, also hurrying to shake his fluffy tail in front of Amy, “Look girl, look! Flufffy~ Delicious~ Come and eat me!” he jumped in the air and shouted out, making her turn her attentions as he fleed back to Sonic, whincing as she dashed after him and snapped the air again. “Ahhh!!! Why am I always the bait!?”

Sonic smirked and cut her off, growling as he shred his massive hand into the ground and used his claws to drift, bringing him to a stop in front of her as she hard breaked and took a side-stance, barring her fangs again.

“You think you’ve got fangs, huh?” Sonic glared, and summoned himself up to his legs... then... moved out his arms as he summoned out a roar that left her stepping back, and lowering her head...

She whimpered, submissively.

“Hah... Hah... Hah,... Em. Sorry, Amy. But you’re kinda out of control right now.” He saw that she didn’t look hostile anymore, and gestured out a hand to her as though talking normally. “You know I would never yell at you... it’s not in my nature.” he then saw her snarl again when he was approaching her on two legs... remembering that, he looked down and got on all fours.

Her snarling stopped.

“You got this, Sonic!” Chip, hiding behind a building, just peeked his head out and cheered, before scurrying back behind the building.

“Awh... Okay.” Sonic nodded, but looked a little... sheepish.

“Uhh... Woof.” He looked adorably beaten, as though that very act had taken all of his pride and shoved it out the window.

Amy’s head tilted, then a wolfie smile as she panted and shook her dog tail.

“Ehem.” he cleared his voice, “... Bark?” he raised an eyebrow.

Chip eagerly leaned more away from his corner of protection, “It’s worrrrrking..!!!” He excitedly proclaimed.

Amy then got up and approached him, but Sonic moved back, “W-woa-woah, hang on- uhh...” he stopped as she rubbed her head against his, and he ducked his own as he tried to look back to Chip. “H-hey, uhh... Chip?”

“Haha! You look so shy!” Chip grabbed his stomach, kicking his legs out as he felt more safe to fly again.

Sonic groaned again in his werehog’s deep voice, using a hand to try and push her away from him. “This is even more awkward than when Amy normally does this kinda thing... but... you know... differently.” he stopped and looked down at her while she looked up.

The only thing that matched his image of Amy was her eyes and color palatte... everything else was...

Monsterous...

“... Oh, Amy...” He gently put a hand to her head, “I never meant for this to happen to you as well... and even worse... I’m sorry.” he lowered his head, “I’m so sorry.” and shook it as he removed his hand and she stood a bit more friendly-like, wagging her tail.

She yipped, which shook Sonic out of his sulking to look back up at her, leaning forward, “Amy..?” He wondered if she was still in there, but she licked his nose and took off. “Augh!” He batted the air and whiped his nose on his arm. “Ugh, H-hey, wait!” he reached out for her... and the moment seemed... so familiar to him...

Instead of a prancing wolf dashing away, it was Amy... turning back to wave as she did when she first didn’t recongize him.

“...Amy...” his eyes drooped... he missed her... so much.

He put his hand to his chest, and let that feeling sink in... He closed his eyes, “If Amy is a monster because of me... I have to make it up to her. No matter what she is acting like... or if she’s even in there... or not... just sleeping, maybe... I still have to what I must... to keep her safe.” He opened his eyes and roared again, grabbing her attention.

He then scrapped up the ground and shook out his head with a huff, playing fully animalistic now.

Her ears perked and she opened her mouth as though an open-smile, and raced back to him.

The rest of the day was just trying to ‘walk your dog’ without it eating or pouncing on anyone or anything...

They played in the lake, Amy charging through as Sonic stayed on the shoreline, hearing her howl and joining in.

They laid down and she ducked her head under his own, and even though he looked a bit embarrassed to do so, he just sighed and laid his head over hers, resting...

Chip had gotten some chocolate ice cream sundays, but it almost spilled as he was spun about by Amy and Sonic running together through town, and any time she hyperfixated on a human, Sonic would use his mouth to gently ‘nip’ onto a spine and growl, pulling her back away from them.

Getting too noticable and public about his display... he opted to go into the forest, where they rolled around on the grass and in piles of leaves.

At one point... Chip tried to reach out a hesitating hand to her muzzle... and she lightly pushed it forward, making his little bunny tail wag and pet her gently.

She ‘groomed’ Sonic’s head as he looked like he was very much uncomfortable by it, as Chip laughed on the ground by his head while Amy’s monster drool dripped off one of his ‘througholy cleaned’ ears...

Suddenly, Chip wasn’t laughing, and whiping his own face in disgust before flying off.

When dawn arrived, Amy was put into the machine that Sonic was, taking one last glance at him and then licking his face to have him wiping it off, the sun coming up, Sonic transformed and Amy almost snapped.

“It’s me, It’s me!” Sonic tried to show her, “Darn, we missed dusk!” He tried to get on all fours, but was considerably smaller than her now, and she loomed over him... growling.

Professor Pickle and Tails held one another, as she planted her feet down firmly.

“Great.” Sonic looked disappointed, “Looks like the hard way...” He narrowed his eyes and jumped around on the walls in his super speed and all fours, barking and yapping as she tried to attack him, before finally getting back into the machine.

“Now, Tails!” He cried out, as Tails and Chip flew over and closed the door.

The machine shook furiously, and the two feared Sonic was being killed, hurrying to turn on the machine and reverse the effects... this time, Amy inside as well.

The machine exploded once it was completed... and as the dust settled, the three peeked their heads over the control panel... looking in...

Amy was using her foot to scratch her ear, sitting on Sonic’s back while he tapped the ground, annoyed.

“Anytime you’re ready... Amy...” He grumbled, as she suddenly stopped and looked around.

She gasped, “SONIC!” looking under her and jumping off. Her dress was tattered but not ripped, just a bit worse for wear. She jumped off of him and looked herself over, seeing leaves and twigs in her hair, and how messy she appeared to be. She spat out a blue quill and covered her mouth, her eyes widened and her face bright red.

“What... happened... to me?”

Sonic finally stood up, dusting himself off from the bite marks... “Someone’s back to normal...” He shook out the pink quills in his hair and Amy gasped again.

“Why is it morning!? Why aren’t you a Werehog anymore!? Why are we in this machine and looking like we did something!?!?” She... had the wrong idea, and Sonic was quick to explain and shake out his hands that it is NOT what she was thinking AT ALL!!!

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teabookscatsyoga · 1 year ago

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Honeysuckles by January Rayne My rating: 5 of 5 stars Thank you to January Rayne for allowing me to have the opportunity to be an ARC reader for this book. These thoughts and opinions are my own. Please read all the content warnings provided in the book before diving into this work. Your mental health matters. Tropes (some could also be content warnings lol): -stalker -touch her and die (literally) -non-con -somnophilia -blood play/body fluid shenanigans -possessive mmc -monster romance -primal -dark romance with really dark themes -pregnancy So this is an unhinged dark paranormal monster romance. Which was right up my alley. Usually I am not a fan of non-con, but it made sense in the context of the story. I still got a little bit of the ick, but I couldn't stay mad at the MMC for long. He knew what he was doing was wrong deep down in the human side of him, but having all those random monsters inside of him just made him the derpiest stalker ever. Not sure what that says about me. I will not be examining that about myself any further. Haha! The MMC is a conglomeration of a bunch of different species of monster: dragon, werewolf, snake, vampire, kraken, and possibly more? It seemed a little open ended. He had been experimented on to create a super soldier and they screwed up and made him too strong. They stress tested him to see if certain traits would present themselves and that involved a lot of torture. Naturally he unalives the head doctor and scientists who have mistreated him, and then escapes to a cabin nearby formerly owned by the doctor. He's drawn to town a few miles away by sensing that his mate/beloved is nearby. This brings us to Demi Hawthorne, the FMC. She owns Demi's Diner in town and has a relatively quiet existence. She gets harassed by this douce named Daniel and his posse of idiots at the diner and Creed sees it. Daniel does not live for long. People who have insulted/injured Demi start to go missing. Also, her gyno ends up dead (poor dude). Creed does all the typical stalker things and sets up cameras, puts crushed up ambien in her tea leaves, watches Demi at night (among other things cw). He's like a hybrid species Zade Meadows with a interesting monster peen. Lol. He also does some other unhinged stuff with particular body fluids. Demi's poor friend can't tolerate being near her (he's secretly paranormal) due to Creed putting drops of his urine in her perfume to ward off potential suiters. This only works on paranormals because human dudes are still shitty to her, but then they go poof after Creed finds out about them. I found it surprising that he left her best friend alone, but he was always respectful so I guess that makes sense. Things absolutely get bonkers from there. If I continued with synopsis, there would be way too many spoilers. It's definitely worth the read if you're ok with the cw's. The ride was WILD. View all my reviews

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koficlouds · 3 years ago

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Ego Headcannon Updates

Ego Headcannons Updated ----> A new Ego made by me

The JSE egos were created normally by Jack’s imagination when he was little and even he had his own look in the AU. When he grew older he grew further apart from his egos as he finally felt comfortable in the normal world. While recording with his friends, who too had egos they parted from, they were transported into a different world where they met their egos face to face. Since, it’s been so long they barely recognized each other as the egos had changed so much from how they had them.

Angus the Survival Hunter

-Oldest JSE ego at age 41

-Birthday is April 4th

-Has a buzz cut and kept Jack’s natural brown hair

-Blind in his left eye due to a bear attack

-His eye color is a dark blue

-The parent of the egos other than Henrik

-Uses He/Him pronouns

-Has a snake for a pet

-Asexual Bi-romantic

-Has a temper out of this world that challenges Henriks temper

-His favorite food is raspberry pancakes with whipped cream, blueberries, and caramel sauce on top of it

-Hates coffee and tea so starts his morning off with breakfast and a protein shake he makes himself

-His bedroom is hunters themed; with wooden walls + flooring, and aesthetic hunter items

-Keeps his large machete in a glass sealed case and sharpens it weekly

Jackieboyman

-The second oldest of the egos at the age of 37

-Birthday is July 10

-Has what he considers to be long enough hair but it’s not that long, only enough for fluffy hair covering their face

-Kept Jack’s iconic green color but in a fade

-Has bright icy blue eyes

-Uses He/They pronouns

-His Septiceye Sam is a robot made by Shawn and Henrik to help Jackie during their missions so he doesn’t die

-Since they has powers he doesn’t need to work out but does so anyway cause it makes them feel better about his appearance

-Terrified of cockroaches and Henrik when he’s super mad

-Proudly a Demiboy and Pansexual

-Secret hobby of baking and collecting can tabs

-Doesn’t drink coffee but goes for energy drinks like Monster, Bang, and Redbull

-Their favorite food is Salisbury Steak and Henrik’s homemade mashed potatoes

-His room is superhero themed. Spiderman bed and curtains while batman themed everything else

-Has terrible ADHD and cannot focus on serious topics such as when Henrik is lecturing

Marvin The Magnificent

-Third oldest ego at the age of 37

-Birthday is August 11

-Considers himself to be the most fabulous ego in the house

-Has long green hair and is proud of it

-Eyes are green and blue due to his magic

-Uses He/Her pronouns

-Her Septiceye sam is a cat hybrid with a cape and his iconic mask symbols

-Hates mice, despite being a half cat hybrid himself

-Her magic has grown increasingly strong ever since Jack left

-Asexual and a proud Gay Pangender

-Focusses on his magic so much that he kinda has no other hobby

-Drinks iced coffee every morning as a part of her morning routine

-Loves warm baths with lavender soap and candles

-Her favorite food is macaroons and chocolate sauce

-His room is mage themed with a dreamcatcher collection and other things that she really enjoys

-Suffers with OCD and always has to do his morning routine otherwise she goes mad and forgets everything that is needed to be done that day

Henrik Von Schneeplestein

-Third oldest ego at the age of 37

-Birthday is September 15

-Is one of the smartest egos in the household

-Has terrible eyesight and cannot see without his glasses

-Has the same coffee brown hair as Angus and Jack, but with teal tips to it

-Uses He/It pronouns

-Its septiceye sam is a light teal sam with a white doctors cap

-Is allergic to pollen and dust

-Tends to overthink and worry too much about his family which impacts its sleep

-Trans Gay male

-Extreme caffeine addict and drinks coffee all the time on a daily basis, maybe adding an energy drink in it if he feels like it

-Collects scalpels and decorates the ones that aren’t used for work

-Loves nightly walks and classical rock music

-Keeps a pet cat he named Daisy in its room

-Has repetitive nightmares which fuels his insomnia

-His favorite food is seafood, it loves salmon rolls with wasabi and soy sauce

-Its room is modern with the exception of another room he has that is a mini version of its work office to help when he isn’t at work

-Has been suffering with depression, anxiety, dyslexia, and a mild form of autism with a common stim being clicking his pen repetitively or tapping it against something

Antisepticeye

-Fourth ego at the age of 37

-Birthday is October 10

-One of the most chaotic egos but listens to Henrik and Angus no problem

-Bullies the egos on a regular basis but knows then the jokes are taken too far

-The scar on the throat has healed for the most part but the rawness won’t go away

-Uses Skull/Blood pronouns

-Skulls Septic same is a dark green glitchy sam opposite of Jacks sam

-Has no allergies but hates the scent of citrus fruits

-Agender gay, no questions asked

-Always drinks bloods coffee black with three spoonfuls of sugar added to it, nothing else

-Has a pet turtle skull named it Sparrow

-Bloods favorite food is spaghetti, skull loves the way Jameson makes it

-Skulls room is more goth emo themed and has a lot of heavy metal, death metal, and hard rock band posters on skulls wall

-Blasts music on bloods headphones so blood doesn’t have to listen to the others argue

-Suffers with psychosis and anxiety which blood treats with Henrik’s handmade anxiety meds and meditation

Chase Brody

-Fifth ego at the age of 36

-Birthday is April 11

-Another chaotic ego but more contained with video games and food

-Pulls pranks on the others all in good fun

-Has self harm scars on his left thigh

-Uses He/Him pronouns

-His septiceye Sam is a gray sam with a small cap the same style as Chases cap

-Allergic to peanut butter and lactose intolerant

-Bisexual Demiromantic male

-Doesn’t like coffee and drinks tea

-Owns a lot of game stations so if anyone wanted to game they go to him for it

-His favorite food is homemade mac and cheese since the cheese he uses is low in lactose

-Owns a lot of nerf guns and always gets the newest ones

-His room is child like but the others don’t care and neither does Henrik, as long as it gets cleaned once a week

-Does suffer with depression and has thankfully stopped self harming but does drink from time to time

-Also suffers with hallucinations that he tries to ignore

Robbie the Zombie

-Sixth ego at the age of 36

-Birthday is August 15

-A calm somewhat lazy like ego but nobody minds

-Likes spending time alone or with Fawn

-Keeps headphones on him at all times

-Uses He/They/Zom pronouns

-Zoms Septiceye Sam is a purple-ish gray with black and white stripes on its tail

-Doesn’t have any allergies but does have sensitive skin

-Bigender Pan Acespike

-Enjoys chocolate milk and orange juice

-Doesn’t do much but spends a lot of time writing poems

-His favorite food is waffles with chocolate chips, whipped cream, and maple syrup

-Owns a lot of paper and pens for his poem writing and storytelling

-Their room is kinda mixed with Anti’s room with the emo like look with a coffin for a bed cause it looked nice and Shawn built it

-Keeps plushies to talk to cause it’s hard to talk to others

-Told zoms a sociopath

Shawn Flynn

-Seventh ego at the age of 36

-Birthday is September 28

-Another calm ego but is terrifying when pissed off

-Likes to sew

-Often has ink splatters on his cheeks

-Uses He/It pronouns

-Its septic sam is a black and white sam like Jamesons Sam

-Doesn’t have allergies

-AroAce

-Drinks his coffee the same way Anti does but does add creamer in it

-Spends his time sowing and working with mechanics

-Its favorite food is cheddar bacon burgers

-Owns stuffed animals, and gives them out to the other egos especially Chase, Fawn, Henrik, and Robbie

-His room is cartoonish, Bendy and the Ink Machine themed

-It has flashbacks and sleep paralysis, taking heavy homemade melatonin to help

Jameson Jackson

-Eighth ego at the age of 36

-Birthday is October 31

-The second youngest ego in the group and is most caring

-Often bakes and helps Henrik with cooking

-Always wears old fashioned clothing

-Uses They/Them pronouns

-Septiceye Sam is also an old fashioned san

-Allergic to dog fur

-Asexual, Demiromantic, Bisexual

-Hates the smell of coffee and focuses more on their favorite Earl Grey Tea

-Loves cartoons and old tv shows

-Their favorite food is Shepards Pie

-Enjoys gardening and often does it with Fawn

-Their room is decorated with things from 1950’s in which they also keep a pocket watch at all times

-Isn’t completely mute but prefers not to speak unless it is needed

-Suffers with sleep paralysis

Fawnsepticeye(ego made by me)

-Ninth ego at the age of 34

-Birthday is May 9

-The youngest ego in the group and is babied a lot

-Helps the egos around a lot with cleaning and cooking

-Is the baker of the bunch

-Uses They/Leaf/Sour pronouns

-Septic sam is red with white spots like a mushroom

-Not allergic to anything but cannot be around smoke

-They have vitiligo

-Leaf is very shy around new people and startles easily

-Has a flower clip in sours hair

-Pansexual and Demiromantic Agender

-Drinks hot chocolate most the time and water

-Loves to doodle and carves wood

-Their favorite food is homemade chocolate chip cookies

-Enjoys gardening with Jameson

-Leafs room is forest themed with a cot as a bed that’s heavily decorated with flowers and vines

-Keeps a bee plush with sourself at all times

-Has a hard time sleeping without a nightlight so keeps a few mushroom nightlights around their bed

#jacksepticeye #angus the survival hunter #jackieboyman #marvin the magnificent #dr henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #chasebrody #robbie the zombie #shawn flynn #jameson jackson #fawnsepticeye #jseegos #jse au #jseheadcannons #newjseego #fan-madeego

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bittybattybunny · 4 years ago

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I am curious, how did the reunion between jelly belly murder au Ru and his parents go? Like, did they think their son was dead for tree years, only for Ru to suddenly contact them once he regained his memories?

I ACTUALLY DO HAVE THIS FULLY WRITTEN SOOO YOU GET FICLET :’3c

It is a little long but

it actually went really well.

They did think he was dead but they were also told ‘there was an accident so you can’t see him.’ they held a slight hope maybe it was a government conspiracy and their son would return

And Eclipse/Amaris was the one to contact them cuz he was too nervous!

“Ready?” She asked as she squeezed his hand tightly.

He took a deep breath and nodded. He began to fret, “W-what if they are mad?! What if they reject me?!” He panicked and flinched as his wife poked his nose.

“Arulius. Calm down.” She chuckled, “If they do so what. We’re trying to mend things.”

He groaned and ruffled his chestnut hair tipped in dark violet. “B-But Amaris! As far as they know I’m dead! Three years! Actually almost 4 years!” he chittered a bit and hung his head, “Now I’m some weird Alien mix. I didn’t even KNOW I was an alien mix!” he trilled sadly and leaned on her with a sigh, “I’m scared.”

“I’m right here.” she smiled as she nuzzled against him, “Weird alien or not you’re their son somewhat still. If anything I bet they’ll be happy to see you!”

“I don’t know. My stomachs are all flipping,” he mumbled as they headed towards the door.

Amaris stared, “Fancy.” she whistled.

“Yeah, I um.. Come from a well off family.” he chuckled and nervously reached for the doorbell. He held his breath and gripped his wife tightly as his hearts beat erratically.

The door opened to an older woman in a wheelchair whose eyes grew wide as she looked up.

“Uh… Um... Hi… mom….” Arulius sheepishly spoke first. He couldn’t make eye contact but gasped as she moved closer and hugged him.

His eyes watered and he knelt down hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” he mumbled as he held onto her and she silently brushed his hair.

Amaris gave a soft smile and frowned only a moment seeing a stern-looking man appear behind the door. She waved, “Hello.” she smiled sweetly.

“Arulius.”

“Y-Yes?!” he shot straight up, standing firmly. He looked at the man waiting, face pale. He gasped as the man pulled him into a hug.

“H-Hi dad…” he mumbled, hugging him back.

Amaris smiled happily, hands folded behind her back, “I told you it’d work out you silly goose.”

“You must be Amaris.” The woman finally spoke in a soft tone. “Thank you for your call.”

“Of course~!” She sang happily, “He was pacing for over a week once his memories came back. I had to physically drag him from the car.” She giggled.

“A-Ammy.” Arulius frowned as his father finally let go. He flinched as his arm was punched. He rubbed the sore spot, “Hey…”

“Why are you so nervous about seeing your parents?! We thought you were DEAD!” His father scolded, “Honestly that was the best news we’ve had!”

“Well just… I um… Ammy… did you… mention... Um… my ‘condition’ to them?” he made air quotes as he spoke, “Or just… I was alive.” he gulped trying to not chitter.

“I figured that was something for you to tell them.” She admitted as they were led inside, “I’m just your wife for moral support.”

“WIFE?!” His father choked a bit, “W-what happened to Vanessa?! I knew a friend had emailed us but?! WIFE?!”

“Oh had I not mentioned that dear?” Arulius’s mother chuckled, “I thought I had. They even have children. Which I’m dying to meet.”

“W-well hold that thought, mom..” Arulius sighed, “Andy um… Isn’t normal. They inherited my… condition.” He looked at them as he held his hands up, “P-Please don’t freak out. I-It’s easier to show than trying to explain.”

“Arulius what is with you I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this timid since you decided to head to space.” His father sighed, “Alena can I smack our son?”

“Regis calm down. Ru sweetie you know we love you.” Alena sighed, hand on her cheek.

“I hope you... Keep that…” he sighed and looked at his wife who gave him a thumbs up. He let his features slide into his typical half human half alien look with glowing eyes and purple skin, “I um.. Accidently got… merged with an alien parasite…” he rubbed his neck ashamed, “It’s why I forgot I WAS Arulius law and not just… some body snatcher….” he sighed and held his face in his hands, “I know. This is wrong. I’m sorry I’m so sorr---” he flinched as his parents both moved to hug him. Yellow tears bubbled and dripped down his cheeks as he hugged them tightly.

When they let go Alena smiled, “So! When do I get to meet my grandbabies!” She grinned.

“Tomorrow if you like!” Amaris laughed, “We live over in New Horizon City, on the outskirts, big farm house so Ru can.. Um…” she frowned, “Relax?” she scrunched her nose, “this is not his uh… actually at this point I have no idea what counts as the “real” and not.”

“They all are. I guess that’s my… Subcontanian form?” he scowled thinking about it, “I uh turn into a really large monster snake… worm?? Ammy what the heck am I anyway? We’ve never really had to explain this.”

“Snake I think with a grub.” She snickered, “it’s quite interesting but he does great work when we’re in space. We’ve even been able to figure out new systems to prevent more cases.”

“Mmhm…” he fretted. He gave a heavy sigh as he rubbed his neck, “So yeah… I’m not dead but.. I’m not the same person as when I left and...Vanessa… she’s dead. For real. I… Pushed her out an airlock??”

“Ru context.” Amaris giggled, “Vanessa had the same thing occur but she was trying to murder everyone on the ship while he was preventing it.”

“Well, she was weirdly clingy so good riddance.” Regis sighed, “You two hungry? I have burgers and dogs on the grill.”

Arulius perked up, “Oh yes please!” he grinned revealing his sharp teeth.

“Ugh. Son go see a dentist.” His father laughed.

He covered his mouth and started to laugh with him. He smiled at his parents and at his wife. He pulled her close and kissed her cheek, “Thank You Amaris.”

“Mmhm.” she grinned, “Any time my love.” she kissed him back.

“That isn’t weird?” Regis chuckled.

“I’ve only ever known him like this so.” she grinned, “Ru is Ru. Oh right, our youngest is similar, Andy is a hybrid, so they have some weird bits. Harriet is my daughter from a previous… encounter.”

“I don’t regret killing him.” Arulius huffed. “I love Hattie so much. I’d do it again,” he growled, a loud chittering in his throat.

His mother stared with wide eyes, “Is that normal?”

“Ah!” he stopped looking away, “yeah. Sorry I’m… really weird now.” he laughed and scratched his cheek returning to his human look, “I even ate a damn pumpkin like an apple!” he grimaced, “what’s worse is I liked it. Or the turkey. The coffee beans. Ammy honestly why have you never stopped me?!”

She giggled, “Well how was I supposed to know you had a human life. I just thought you were a weird alien who looked humanish.” she snickered.

He rolled his eyes, “yeah I’m not living the pumpkins down. Gods. I am dreading when we speak to Sena next… Plus.. we need to talk about Craft and Marcus…”

“Hrm.. Maybe not. For now.” she put her fingers to her lips, “let’s just have a nice lunch and worry about the body-snatching later.” she grinned.

He sighed and pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “Fine.”

“So what do you do? Clearly you met up in space--” Regis chuckled heading to the back door to the yard.

“I’m a biomechanical engineer!” Amaris smiled, “I fix medical equipment. But I also have a doctorate in biology. I got it while I was raising Hattie, my brother’s a geologist so he was part of the Horizon Program before I joined and that’s how I met Ru on my second space mission!”

“Mmhm.” he chuckled, “I never even used my degree in space. But then again I forgot I had one.” he laughed loudly.

He looked at his parents who smiled and grinned, “Just wait until you meet the kids!” he held his hands out as he began to talk about them.

Amaris smiled and pulled her phone snapping a photo of them laughing and texted it to Harriet with a big grin, want to meet your grandparents tomorrow? Or tonight if you can get Unca Sena to drive you.

She giggled as her husband waved her over and moved to join, holding his hand tightly.

#fhonix #ask #fan fiction #Jelly Belly Murder AU #i have like 4ish unposted jelly belly fics!!!#i just like drawing art with them but i havent drawn these ones #well no one has art but it needs to follow anotehr which doesnt #cuz it deals with htties birth dad

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rompstompchomp · 5 years ago

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Rampage Origins: Leon The Lion Part 1

Legendary Leos

Nemean Lion

(Depiction from Hercules 2014 film)

In Greek mythology, Hercules’ First Labor was to slay the Nemean Lion, a creature who’s hide was impenetrable. After trapping the animal, Hercules was able to stun it with his club and eventually used his enhanced strength to strangle it to death. He then proceeded to try to skin the corpse, but had to be informed by the goddess Athena to use the creature’s own claws to successfully remove the pelt. The gods then placed the lion’s remains among the stars as the constellation Leo to commemorate Hercules’ victory over it. Hercules continued to use the pelt as armor, as it protected against the elements and most weapons. Several film adaptations have made the lion bigger and more monstrous (such as giving it the fangs of saber-toothed cats), but it was traditionally depicted as just a normal sized lion with very tough skin.

Kuroiga Griffon (Latitude Zero 1969)

When Dr. Malic’s minion Kuroiga fails too many times for his liking, the mad doctor removes his brain and places into a huge hybrid lion-eagle creature as punishment. However, this turns out to be a fatal mistake, as the Kuroiga Griffin turns against his former master and attacks the villain’s submarine, causing its laser to go out of control, leading to an avalanche that crushes the villain and his minions. The hybrid creature in this film takes its name from a mythological creature, the griffon:

In ancient Iranian, Egyptian and later Greek myth, griffons were creatures that were half eagle, half lion. Much like dragons, they were thought to guard vast treasures and their feathers were supposedly a cure for blindness. While the Kuroiga Griffon seems to have its parts reverse (a lion in front and eagle in back), it still fits the basic elements of the griffon species.

Dora Sphinx/King Sphinx (Dinosaur Squadron Beast Ranger Episode 5: Scary Riddles, March 27, 1992/Season 1 Episode 1: Day of The Dumpster, August 28,1993)

Dora Sphinx disguised himself as a gameshow host and offered children who entered his contest a chance to win a trip around the world if they could answer five riddles. However, those who couldn’t answer his riddles within the time limit were blown away by his wings and imprisoned in trees that were scheduled to be cut down. Dora Sphinx eventually encountered the Dino Squadron and imprisoned a few of them who weren’t able to correctly answer his questions. However, they were able to escape and trick Dora Sphinx into revealing his weakness (his headdress) via phrasing it as a riddle. While he tried to fight them off with blasts from his staff and his gigantic size, the Dinosaur Squadron were able to destroy him and rescue the imprisoned children. The King Sphinx incarnation was created specifically to kill the Red Ranger, leader of the Power Rangers. He was shown to have many of the same powers as Dora Sphinx, but could also fire a barrage of question shaped fire balls at the Rangers.

King Sphinx is based on two versions of a similar mythological creature from ancient Egyptian and Greek mythology:

The Egyptian Sphinx is typically depicted as a guardian of the tomb of a particular pharaoh. In fact, the statue was carved with the face of the pharaoh buried within and was also to show their close relationship with the fierce sun goddess Sekhmet, who was often depicted with the head of a lioness:

There were many breeds of sphinxes in Greek mythology: some with the heads of hawks, others with those of rams. However, the most famous sphinx of Greek myth was the Theban Sphinx:

Much like the goddess Sekhmet, the Theban Sphinx was a mix of lioness and woman, though in opposite capacity. She also had the wings of a bird (most often though to be those of an eagle). She would ask them a riddle and devour those that could not answer it. Eventually, Oedipus answered her riddle and she threw herself to her death from the high rocky area she inhabited.

Dora Chimaera/Goatan (Dinosaur Squadron Beast Ranger Season 1 Episode 44: Swordswoman! Japan’s Best, December 25, 1992/Season 1 Episode 44: Lions & Blizzards, February 10, 1994)

Dora Chimaera was able to fire beams from his lion head’s eyes and create gusts of snow and tornados from his goat head. He used his snake tail to absorb people to use their talents (such as singing and playing sports). The Goatan incarnation was mostly the same, though the explanation of where it got the sports items is missing and it has two voice actors (one for the lion head and the other for the goat head).

Dora Chimaera/Goatan was based on the Chimera from Greek mythology:

A hybrid lion/goat/snake monster that breathed fire, the Chimera was said to be female, though most depictions have been male (in some variations, she is said to be the mother of the Theban Sphinx and the Nemean Lion). The hero Bellerophon was able to fight the Chimera by riding the winged horse Pegasus out of range of her fiery breath and firing arrows at her. He finished her off by equipping his spear with a lump of lead that melted when exposed to her fiery breath and consequently killed her. The name chimera subsequently was used to describe any mythological creatures with two or more parts of various animals and/humans.

#Player 1 (OOC)#Graphics (Images and Aesthetics)#leon the lion #rampage total destruction #nemean lion #hercules 2014 #latitude zero 1969 #mighty morphin power rangers #griffin #sphinx #chimera #sekhmet

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valentine-cafe · 10 months ago

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"Jingyi. I want you to poison me. Just a little... I'm curious how does it feels."

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 209 jingyi

. ˚◞ ꒰ ☕ mad doctor x reader, snake monster x reader, villain x reader ꒱

“that so?” he croons, lean fingers finding your jaw and stroking alongside it, before dipping down to your chin to lift it up and make your face look up at the ceiling of his office, exposing your neck. with another gentle hand he grazes the tips of his fingers against your pulse. enjoying the feel of it speeding up for him.

your breath hitches as he tilts his head and brush his lips against the skin of your neck, the feel of his fangs slightly poking at your pulse obvious as your adrenaline begins to rush — a slight swell of nervousness and intrigue building up within your gut.

“it will only be a little, i promise you that much. no need to waste a heart like yours. it is quite resourceful already.” he mumbles, before sinking his teeth into the soft and tender tissue and muscle.

it is only when he pulls away you begin feeling the effects of the poisons kicking in. your body tingling and your head feeling a bit light — you feel drugged, if anything, like you took something to get you on a high. when you look up at him, his amber eyes are focused on the color in your face, making sure that you are remembering to breathe and that he didn’t accidentally inject too much poison.

“breathe, darling.” he chuckles, noticing the sudden halt in breath from your eyes meeting.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ loveletters — jingyi herrera 209 ꒱#teratophillia #terato #asterism reader insert #snake x reader #snake oc #snake monster #snake monster x reader #snake monster boyfriend #monster oc #oc x reader #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #the snake-hybrid mad doctor #mad doctor x reader #mad doctor oc #monster romance #interactions

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gigilalaka · 5 years ago

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Meta Knight HCs

I want in on the train that is Meta knight hcs. I’ve seen many of them and I found many that I like. So I thought why not make one of my own with some of my hcs about that swordman puffball. At least the ones I’ve got figured out.

Edit: Fixed, changed and added some new words. My pcs going to drive me mad one day. 18.02.20

-Meta Knight is a hybrid mix of two lower demonbeast and puffball race from one of NME’s many prototype side-projects that the evil wizared made in a 100 000 years period where the bastered thouht he had the upper hand. Meta was the only suviver from said project that gave him life.

-He was labed a defective product sortly after his ‘birth’ and was given minimun care from the start. With him being born smaller, weaker, with extremly poor eyesigth, poor health, too large wings for his body as well as clumsy, all of the NME’s best doctors did not see this one live very long.

-But Meta somehow survived the next 1759 years. While he was neither strong or quick as the others, his a quick learn and talented at hidding, stealth, escapeing and take stuff when no one was looking. It also helped that his is smarter and has better hearing than his ‘siblings’.

-His naturly born stuborn, headstrong and with a strong will. Before the project was sett to go NME made sure that this traits was part of the deal. If only he knew that the end of that deal would come bite him in the ass 25 000 pluss years later.

-When Meta first meet Sir Arthur was when the lab that was his home and housed some of NME’s best monster, was surpriesed attacked by the GSA. Throughout the attack Meta was utterly terrifeid to death and did his danmest to avoid any thing that try to hurt him whether it be from demonbeast or attacks from the GSA soilders that went amiss.

-Arthur ended up finding Meta deep in the lab hiding in a narrow crack behind two bookself in a dusty lab office. Arthur’s hearth shattered when he was able too get the child out of the crack after three hours of soft talking and a lot of patient. He was meet with a small dark blue/violet skined child that was way too skinny, dirty, bleeding from one of its wings that had these pearly silver white dead eyes that was terrified to death.

-Many of the doctors of the GSA when they saw Meta at little hope for the puffball when Arthur came in the sickbay with the child, but one doctor named Estella did her very best to nurse Meta back to health. She and Arthur remains to this day as the only parents in Meta’s heart and soul.

-Turing he��s care in the sickbay, Estella was the one to find about Meta being one of NME’s creations, and while protocole deemed him a treat, she just could not kill him. She turned to the chief head of the doctors Mister Coldswager and Arthur for help. It was agreed that Meta could live, but only if Arthur took him inn when the hybrid was better.

-It would be a 100 years after Meta was rescued and care in the sickbay that Arthur was able to take Meta inn as his fourth son. Turing that time Arhur made sure that Meta knew he would have older siblings to play with and love him. Meta had a really hard time beliving that his new siblings would like him.

-Meta is the youngest of the four children that Sir Arthur raised. Dragato being the first, Nonsurat second, Falspar third and Meta being the last child Arthur had to raise from childhood.

-Dragato, Nonsurat and Falsper was not so sure about their new little brother when they meet him and was afried of him as well. After all, what puffball is born with wings before they are teens, has fangs, hisses like a snake and bites worst than a mule?

-However they came to like him over time and after a not-so-good-very-bad incident, became very protective of him and his health.

-It took a few hundred years for Meta to not only fully trusts his new family, but also Estella and Coldswager. One really could not blame the guy.

-With his stauts of being a mixed hybrid of demonbeasts and puffball, Meta from a young age ended often up sick and at times had to be in doctor Estella’s care up untill he was a adult. It did not help that his first 1759 years of life have had a very negative effect on him.

-Becuse of Meta being pretty much blind and have way too big wings for his body, he ended up being very clumsy and would often hiss or attack people or things he either did not know of or trusted. This has let more times than not that Meta ended up either hurt or in trouble.

-Meta is a bit unique for a puffball. He’s born with two lagre pair of bat wings that when they turns to a cape he is able to teleport, his eyes change colour to whatever his feelings are ( something of a rare thing among puffballs), he can see in the dark better than others ( when he has is mask on), his dark navy blue/violet body colour is uncommen but attractrive and he has the rare trait of being able to use space magic along with his wind and minor water magic.

-When Meta was stil a child his voice was a little highpitch with a strange accent that somehow suite him quiet well, but still cute enough that most adults ( male or female) went ‘awww’ or ‘ oh my gawd! say that again munckin’. He hates it whenever that happend as a kid.

-When his voice changed to his current natural deep, calm, mature yet strange accent mystery voice, his family, friends and other people where thrown of balance pretty quick from his new voice. He liket it so much better.

-Meta has a gift for singing and thanks to Falspar who is gifted inn music and singing as well, came to enjoy it a lot. He dose still sing to this day, just not as much as he used to thanks to all the pain his been through.

-Falspar also thought Meta a lot of parnks when he found out that the dark blue puff had a knak for them. Much to Arthur’s, Dargato’s and Nonsurat’s horror.

-Dragato got Meta into reading from a young age and both share many likes and dislikes on diffrent types of reading materials. Dragato was also the one to teach Meta Braille, and later on in Meta’s life, how to read, write and what colours where when the puff got the means to be able to see what his family took for granted.

-Nonsurat was the one who end up to teach Meta about spaceships, engineering and the lastest inn weapon engineering. Neither Dragato nor Falspar like it very much. They ended up being the victims to most of those two fools test trys.

-Meta’s family and a very few friends are the only ones that know of Meta being a puffball/demonbeast hybrid. Many a GSA soilder back when Meta was a child and even now would kill him if they knew that his one of NME’s creations.

-The mask that Meta wears was a gift from Estella that have a special glass along with a enhcantment that lets him see. The very first thing he saw when he took it on was the doctor along with Arthur, Dragato, Nonsurat and Falspar smileing at him. He cried that day.

Thats all for now. Time for me to go to bed. I might to a part 2 when I get the time.

#meta knight #hc

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ao3feed-farcry · 5 years ago

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Zalgo has come to Earth, revealing himself to be the cataclysmic event that the Mayans predicted will end the world. Before he destroys everyone, he decided to have a little fun, first. Pulling a wide variety of serial killers, monsters, and other beings from our Earth and even from other universes, Zalgo holds a tournament to watch these animals tear each other apart for his entertainment.

Words: 764, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Creepypasta - Fandom, Slender Man Mythos, Slender (Video Game), Slender: The Eight Pages, Slender: The Arrival, Slenderblogs, Everyman HYBRID, Tribe Twelve, Five Nights at Freddy's, DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Devilman (Anime & Manga), Devilman Lady (Manga), Hazbin Hotel (Web Series), Doom (Video Games), Cthulhu Mythos - H. P. Lovecraft, Cthulhu Mythos - Fandom, Call of Cthulhu (Roleplaying Game), SCP Foundation, SCP - Containment Breach, Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Spooky's Jump Scare Mansion, RWBY, Original Work, Halloween Movies - All Media Types, Halloween (2018), Far Cry (Video Games), Far Cry 5, Dracula - Bram Stoker, Dracula & Related Fandoms, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Frankenstein - Mary Shelley, Frankenstein & Related Fandoms, Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Carnage (Comics), Transformers - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Jeffrey Woods | Jeff the Killer, Liu Woods | Homicidal Liu, Jeff the Killer's parents, Jane Arkensaw | Jane the Killer, Natalie Ouellette | Clockwork, Sally Williams (Creepypasta), Dina Angela Clark | Judge Angels, Helen Otis | The Bloody Painter, The Seed Eater, Slender Man, Tobias Erin "Toby" Rogers | Ticci Toby, Ticci Toby's Parents, The Rake (Creepypasta), Y'Golonac (Cthulhu Mythos), William Afton | Dave Miller, Scarecrow, Jonathan Crane, Jinmen (Devilman), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor's Shadow (Hazbin Hotel), Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne, Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Original Creepypasta Character(s), SCP-106 (SCP Foundation), The Marine | Doomguy, Doom Slayer (Doom), Zalgo (Creepypasta), Spooky (Spooky's Jump Scare Mansion), Tyrian Callows, Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Niffty (Hazbin Hotel), Ruby Rose (RWBY), Dagon the Dark, Michael Myers, The Cook (Far Cry), Dracula, Medusa (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Herman Carter | The Doctor, Victor Frankenstein, Frankenstein's Creature, Frankenstein, Carnage Symbiote (Marvel), Cletus Kasady | Carnage, Shockwave (Transformers)

Relationships: Charlie Magne/Vaggie, Alastor/Charlie Magne, SCP-106/Original SCP Character(s) (SCP Foundation)

Additional Tags: Horror, Body Horror, Psychological Horror, Alternate Universe - Horror, Survival Horror, Serial Killers, Revenge, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Children, Childhood, Childhood Trauma, Parent/Child Incest, Childhood Memories, Child Neglect, Childbirth, Child Death, Adopted Children, Child Abandonment, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Childhood Friends, Human Trafficking, Justice, Art, Babies, Slenderverse, Proxies (Slender Man Mythos), William Afton and Dave Miller and Purple Guy are the Same Person, William Afton | Dave Miller being a Jerk, Creep William Afton | Dave Miller, Fear, Eldritch Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), Turtles, Demons, Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Human Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor Being a Jerk (Hazbin Hotel), Cajun Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Minor Alastor/Charlie Magne, Doom, Rage, Monsters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Not Canon Compliant, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Multiple Crossovers, Crack Crossover, Assassins & Hitmen, Dark, Dark Comedy, Poison, Apocalypse, Pre-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Apocalypse Prevented, Vampires, Gorgons (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Snakes, Mad Scientists, Mad Science, Trans Male Character, Trans Character, Trans Female Character, Trans, Gay, Gay Male Character, Dragons, End of the World, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Mind Rape

#ao3feed #fanfic #far cry

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astraltwelve · 7 years ago

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The Zodiac Signs as Greek Monsters

Aries: The Sirens

A distant cousin of the mermaid (in folkloric terms anyway), the sirens were beautiful, alluring women who dwelled near rocky cliffs and sang to passing sailors. According to legends, the hapless seamen would become enchanted by the sirens’ song, following the mellifluous melody to their deaths as their boats crashed upon the rocky shore. It is an ancient morality tale about the evils of women, but not all sirens were so comely.

Other accounts depict sirens as half-bird, half-woman creatures who would lure travelers to their doom with harps instead of their voices. In Greek myth, Odysseus escaped the sirens by having his sailors plug their ears with beeswax, though in modern times doctors recommend soft foam earplugs for sailors who may encounter these dangerous monsters.

Taurus: Polyphemus

The most famous of the cyclops was Polyphemus. Greek hero Odysseus and his crew were trapped by the cyclops Polyphemus, who kept them in his cave for later consumption. Odysseus cunningly plied Polyphemus with wine, and when the monster fell asleep, blinded him by driving a large stake through his only eye.

As the story goes, Odysseus later escaped captivity from the now-blinded Giant’s cave by tying himself to the underside of one of the Cyclops’ sheep, which was let out by the giant for pasture. Or, that’s what Odysseus told people who found him cavorting with a sheep.

Gemini: Hydra

Hydra is an ancient Greek mythical beast that was mentioned in the tale of the twelve labors of Hercules (also called Heracles). The hydra has many heads (possibly 7, 8 or 9), the number of head varies from different versions of the legend, however, more accounts agree on nine. It was said that the middle one was immortal and it has very poisonous venom and breath.

If the heads are cut off, the heads would grow back. One head cut-off would result to two heads growing back in its place.

The Hydra was believed to have lived in the Lernean marsh which is located near Argolis, the region around Argos, Greece. Others say that the Hydra lived in Cave in the Swamp of Lerna.

The serpent-woman Echidna and the hundred headed Typhon are the Hydra’s parents. His siblings include the Nemean lion, Cerberus, Chimera and Ladon.

The Hydra guards the entrance to the Underworld and from the murky swamps of the Lake of Lerna the monstrous serpent would rise and terrorize the city. The Hydra was finally killed by Hercules during his second labor.

The Hydra was said to have the body of a dragon/snake with many heads (possibly 7, 8 or 9), two arms & legs with knife-like claws, sharp spines/spikes & a long serpent tail.

Cancer: Charybdis

Charybdis was interpreted as either a sea monster or as a large whirlpool in the Greek mythology. In the former, she was portrayed as the daughter of the sea god Poseidon and goddess of Earth, Gaia. In this interpretation, she had a mouth for a face and had to swollen huge amounts of water each day. When Charybdis belch the water back, it lead to the formation of large whirlpools.

Charybdis was featured in the story of Odysseus, who had to cross a narrow channel in the Strait of Messina. On one side of the channel lies Charybdis while the other side lays a hydra monster by the name of Scylla. To cross the channel successfully, Odysseus had to balance the ship’s navigation well. This give arise to the modern saying of “‘between Scylla and Charybdis’”, which means that choosing between 2 dangers.

Leo: Medusa

Medusa, in Greek mythology, most famous of the three monstrous Gorgon sisters. She was once a beautiful woman, but she offended Athena, who changed her hair into snakes and made her face so hideous that all who looked at her were turned to stone. When Medusa was with child by Poseidon, Perseus killed her and presented her head to Athena. Chrysaor and Pegasus sprang from her blood when she died. Medusa’s head retained its petrifying power even after her death. Because of this power, her image frequently appeared on Greek armor.

Virgo: Lamia

Like many women in Greek mythology, Lamia is dealt a bad hand in life just by virtue of being born beautiful—and by somehow not managing to stay out of Zeus’s sight. And we all know what Zeus does to beautiful women…and who it is that gets blamed afterward.

The story goes that Lamia was once the queen of Libya, who became a beloved mistress of the god Zeus (by choice or by force, we’re never told). Naturally, Zeus’s wife Hera found out about the affair—she had a knack for that sort of thing—and instead of punishing her husband, she took out her anger on Lamia. This isn’t unusual for Hera, though the concept of blaming the woman for the man’s infidelity is a theme that runs throughout much of history and ancient myth.

To punish Lamia, Hera transformed into a monster and murdered Lamia’s children while Lamia watched, helpless to stop the goddess’s fury. There are several different accounts that explain what happened here, depending on the source:

1. As if killing her children wasn’t enough, Hera then took away Lamia’s ability to blink or close her eyes, so that she would be forever haunted by the sight of her dead children.

2. Hera didn’t actually kill the children—she only stole them—causing Lamia to go insane with grief and tear out her own eyes.

3. Rather than kill the children herself, Hera forced Lamia to kill and devour her own children.

And whether it happens out of the madness found in grief for her children’s’ death, as a part of Hera’s punishment, or as a gift from Zeus in order to exact revenge on the world for what has been done to her, Lamia is transformed into a serpentine monster that hunts and devours other people’s children.

Libra: Scylla

In Greek Mythology, Scylla was a monster that devoured Men who passed near her & Charybdis

According to Ovid, Scylla was once a beautiful nymph. The fisherman-turned-sea-god, Glaucus fell madly in love with her, but she fled from him onto the land where he could not follow. Despair filled his heart. He went to the sorceress Circe to ask for a love potion to melt Scylla’s heart. As he told his tale of love about Scylla to Circe, she herself fell in love with him. She wooed him with her sweetest words and looks, but the sea-god would have none of her. Circe was furious, but with Scylla and not with Glaucus. She prepared a vial of very powerful poison and poured it in the pool where Scylla bathed. As soon as the nymph entered the water, she was transformed into a frightful monster with a body of a Water Serpent & six heads with faces of frighting women with sharp teeth. She stood inside a large cave, destroying everything that came into her reach, a peril to all sailors who passed near her. Whenever a ship passed, each of her heads would seize one of the crew

Scorpio: The Erinyes

The Erinyes were known to be entities of vengeance. They were born out of the blood of Uranus when Cronus castrated him. It is unknown how many Erinyes were there although their physical attributes were unmistakeable. They had serpents around their waist and had blood dripping from their eyes.

In the Greek mythology, they appeared to Orestes and try to hunt him when he killed his sisters on the orders of Apollo, the god of sun. Eventually, Orestes managed to escape to Athena template where he was given a trial, attended by both the Erinyes and Apollo. Orestes was later found to be not guilty and was released from pursuit by the Erinyes.

Sagittarius: The Sphinx

Sphinx has the head of a woman, the body of a lion and the wings of a bird and might be the sister to Chimera and Cerberus. In the Greek mythology, there was one sphinx who guarded the road to the city of Thebe. To all travelers who used this road, the Sphinx would ask the following riddle “Which creature walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?” Anyone who can’t answer this riddle correctly was devoured. The riddle was eventually solved by Oedipus who gave the correct answer: “man”. It was said that the Sphinx either jumped off a cliff or devoured herself when the riddle was solved.

Capricorn: Cerebus

Cerberus is the famous three headed hell dog that guarded the entrance of the underworld. Appearing in both Greek and Roman mythology, Cerberus has also been depicted numerous times in various game titles. According to the Greek legend, Cerberus was was given birth by Echidna, a hybrid half-woman and half-serpent, and Typhone. Cerberus was featured in the stories of Hercules as the last labor in which the hero must captured the monster alive with no tools.

There are currently some disagreement over the representation of the three heads. Some said that they represent past, present and future while others have argued that they represent birth, youth and old age.

Aquarius: Harpies

The Harpies were the spirits of sudden, sharp gusts of wind. They were known as the hounds of Zeus and were dispatched by the god to snatch away people and things from the earth. Sudden, mysterious disappearances were often attributed to the Harpies. The Harpies were once sent by Zeus to plague King Phineus of Thrake as punishment for revealing the secrets of the gods. Whenever a plate of food was set before him, the Harpies would swoop down and snatch it away, befouling any scraps left behind. When the Argonauts came to visit, the winged Boreades gave chase, and pursued the Harpies to the Strophades Islands, where the goddess Iris commanded them to turn back and leave the storm-spirits unharmed. The Harpies were depicted as winged women, sometimes with ugly faces, or with the lower bodies of birds.

Pisces: Graeae

Graeae are the three sisters who shared one eye and one mouth. They were birth by Phorcys and Ceto and were in fact sisters to the Gordons . The names of the three Graeae sisters are Deino Enyo and Pemphredo. Although mot stories portrayed the Graeae sisters as old hags, some poets actually described them as beautiful creatures.

The Graeae sisters appeared in many pop culture including the second book of Percy, as well as in the 2010 movie, Clash of the Titans. In the Greek legend, it was the Graeae sisters who directed Perseus on how to kill the Medusa, although the hero did steal the eye from them before they are willing to do so.

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sarahsilverdog-blog-blog · 7 years ago

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One Problem At A Time Ch. 7

WHAT DOESN’T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER

Remind me that the most fertile lands

Were built by the fires of volcanoes.

~Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

It was slow going, trudging along the rocky, boulder-strewn banks of the Strawberry River, made slower by the rickety, improvised travois that was hauling the sample cooler and a few spare weapons they had managed to salvage from the ruined trucks. Everything else had been absolutely destroyed by the thundering goat herd, and all of their phones carrying the hybrid repellant frequency had long since lost battery power. Morris Brown remembered some kind of a maintenance shack at the edge of Starvation Dam, he didn't think it would be manned anymore but there could be a radio. The dam was only a mile or so away but the terrain was so rough they were not making good time, it was hot and there was little vegetation and scant shade, but when the sun went down the heat would dissipate quickly and it would be best if they were inside if possible.

Tessa and Dariela trudged along together at the head of the line, scanning the rocks and hills ahead for danger. They were both drenched in sweat, and Tessa wiped her brow and said, "This humidity is nuts. We're in the desert."

"We're close to a river." Dariela replied, flicking the sweat from her own forehead, "that would explain some of the humidity, but it’s still really wet out here.”

Tessa panted a few more steps "So, how is Abe doing on the sterility cure?”

Dariela shrugged "He was close to a cure when left. Really close." Tessa hadn't hidden her eagerness for the answer. "You and Jackson going to…?”

Tessa grinned and glanced at Jackson, who was trailing the travois, protecting it from the rear. "I don't know, I mean l want to, I hope he does.”

“I'm going to have two more," Dariela said, looking dreamily up into the barren hills. "I want a girl, at least one." She stopped, pointing up at one of the rocky outcroppings. It was smeared black with soot and she observed, "Looks like there must have been some kind of fire here.”

“Maybe," Tessa gestured at the desolate terrain, "But it doesn’t seem like there's enough fuel around here for much of a fire."

They made it to the dam and any hope of finding help was dashed, Jackson could tell immediately it had not been maintained in some time. The operators had left the spillway open and water crashed ten stories down to the rocks below, forging heavy spray that thickly fogged the river bottom. Cracks zigzagged up the concrete walls and various bushes and grasses sprouted from every orifice where they could get a hold in the side The guard shack could be seen at the top, on the opposite side of the river, which meant they had to cross the derelict dam.

Jackson sighed and they started up the rock-studded cliffs to the top: he, Tessa, and Dariela in the lead, Brown and two of his men pulling the travois, and Brown's other two men guarding their back. They reached the top and started across the spine of the levee. It was narrow, only about ten feet wide, with a dizzying fall to the rocks on one side and a deep reservoir on the other, though as Jackson swept the reservoir he saw something slither through the water towards them. "Heads up!" he shouted, pointing to the wake the monster was leaving in the water, "Water snake! A huge one! Watch the side!”

They started across the dike, slowly, everyone on alert, guns raised. Their concentration was on the reservoir, watching the water for the snake but a loud, rhythmic thumping, like helicopter blades but slower, heavy and dark in the fog below the dam got their attention. Jackson stopped the team to tell them to turn back- if the ramshackle structure was about to collapse they didn't want to be in the middle of it but the whup-whup sound got louder and he could feel the very concrete vibrating beneath his feet and his bones vibrated in the core of his body and suddenly the dusky gray cement of the dam was shaded by a giant black shadow, an unearthly shriek rent the air around them and they all cowered as the shadow soared over them, flapping its leathery black and silver wings as it passed, creating a wind so fierce it nearly knocked Jackson down.

“Holy shite,” Brown said, his jaw dropping. "Is that a...dragon?”

It looked like a huge razorback that had been given wings, all glistening silver and black spikes and huge, slavering teeth and it's long, jagged tail swiped at the two men bringing up the rear as it passed, knocking them screaming from the dam, down to the rocky river below. "Run!" Jackson shouted, and they all sprinted for the other side, but Brown and his two remaining men lifted their rifles and started firing at the monster, Jackson ran back to grab the travois Brown's men had dropped as the dragon circled around, pulled up even with Brown and his men and let loose a stream of fire from his searing jaws that turned Brown and his men to ashes echoing with agonizing screams. Jackson fell to the ground behind them, feeling the scorching fire as it passed over him, trying to get as low as he could as the dragon circled again, then dove back toward the bottom of the dam, disappearing into the misty fog.

Jackson sprang to his feet and ran, catching Dariela and Tessa as they reached the guard shack, broke open the door and dove in, slamming it shut as they sat silent but for their ragged breathing. "Jesus," Jackson croaked, reaching over to Tessa to make sure she was okay. "Is everyone alright?"

Dariela sat up, panting with terror, leaning against a metal desk that took up the majority of the little room. "Brown and his men sure aren’t. That thing barbecued them."

Jackson rose slowly to his feet, favoring his injured wrist as he used the desk for leverage. "Let's see if we can find a radio. As much as I hate it, we need Jamie to come back for us.”

***

Abe was discreet enough to leave while they finished getting themselves together, and Jamie picked up the navigational tablet and changed their course back to the south, at least heading them in the direction of Jackson until she could find out exactly where he was.

"So, a dragon, and apparently not the Komodo type," Mitch said as he sat on the bed, jerking his shoes on testily. “Things just keep getting better and better."

He was still hot about the Abigail/Duncan remark and she dropped onto the end of the bed beside him and leaned against his solid warmth, trying to communicate with her body what she found so hard to put into words. Sometimes it amazed her that as someone who organized words into stories for a living, when it came time to use them in her personal life, her command of them usually deserted her at the most critical junctures. "I'm sorry,” she apologized softly, "about what I said. I'm going down to tell Abe yes, l will test the fertility cure for him," she raised her gaze to his and said fiercely, "because if there are going to be any little Mitch Morgan hybrids running around here, they are going to be mine.” The kiss this time was deeper, longer, intensely possessive, then she was gone, leaving his lips burning and his brain spinning; the bio-drive in his head had been a cakewalk compared to what Jamie was doing to him at the moment, springing babies and fertility on him with no warning and hurling unadulterated commitment at him with such careless abandon. He needed a drink but instead of heading for the bar he found his feet carrying him to the computer lab, where he knew he would find Jamie.

He walked in to Abe's deep, smooth voice, "Jackson couldn't give me much information, the battery in his radio was almost dead. They are on the Strawberry River in Utah, some place called Starvation Dam. Brown and his team was wiped out by the – I can’t believe am saying this - dragon. He has enough radio power left for me to contact him and let him know where to meet us.”

Jamie went to her bank of computers and Mitch joined her, resting his hand lightly on her shoulder in a gesture of forgiveness as she pulled up real-time detailed satellite pictures of the Starvation Dam area and started scanning through them rapidly, searching for a place that would make a suitable landing spot for the plane. "What about the IADG?” she asked, "Do they have a team closer that can extract him? We're still at least two or three hours away.”

"No." Abe said in a tone that made them both look up from the satellite pictures. "The IADG evacuated east of the wall, and they are trying to help people flee. The hybrids are spreading, even though it hasn't even been 48 hours. Look," he tapped on one of the computers and a news broadcast came on, a somber newscaster recounting the horrible things happening in Boulder as people's pets and farm animals were being killed by some creature or creatures, then coming back as a monster and attacking anyone they came in contact with, even their owners. The accompanying video was littered with the bloodied bodies of humans and animals alike.

Mitch shook his head in frustration at the news but without the samples there wasn't much he could do about it, and at the moment another question was on the front burner. "We need to get the hybrid repellant frequency information to IADG. It could be useful to them, Abe, can you help me with that?" Mitch jerked his head at the lab and motioned for Abe to follow him. Once they were safely out of Jamie's hearing, Mitch said in a near-whisper, “Um, so Jamie brought up an interesting point a little while ago and I would like to get your opinion on it. Doctor/patient like opinion," he clarified.

They trotted down the stairway to the lab, and Abe's curiosity got the better of him. "I would love to give you my opinion. Doctor patient opinion, of course.”

Mitch stopped on the bottom step. "Jamie seems to think that because I had to be put in the stasis tank well before the twelve hour period it took for the TX-14 gas to spread, and was likely not taken out until the gas had diffused into the atmosphere enough for it to be ineffective on me, l may not be sterile. May not have ever been sterile." He shuddered at the idea of what Abigail could have used him for but pushed the thought away.

Abe nodded his head as Mitch spoke, smiling as the implications and possibilities hit him. "Yes, she is correct, I don't know why I didn't think of it myself. Would you like me to test you?"

“Well, yeah," Mitch whispered snidely, rolling up his sleeve. “Especially since Jamie has agreed to be your little practice egg factory. I kinda want to know what l'm getting into.”

Abe chuckled as he opened a nearby drawer and took out a needle and a glass vial. "I gave her the first treatment a few minutes before you joined us. I wondered if she was going to tell you about it.”

“Well, she did," Abe quickly swabbed Mitch's arm with alcohol, slid the needle in and then removed the vial with a swift movement as Mitch rolled his sleeve back down.

“It seems you two are closer than ever,” he smiled heartily at Mitch, "I am glad to see it. I was afraid that her recent poor decision making would be the end of you two, but it appears to have brought you together." Abe carried the sample to one of the workstations, opened a cabinet and took out a bottle of clear liquid, siphoning out a couple of cc's of the fluid and dropping it into a glass tube. He then used a syringe to withdraw a few drops of Mitch's blood from the vial and added it to the solution, placing a gloved finger over the opening and shaking it gently, "But then what does not kill you only makes you stronger.”

Mitch rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the words of wisdom, Obi Wan. I should look like the Hulk by now.” He jerked his head at the tube in Abe’s hand. “How long is this going to take?" Abe just smiled as he stopped shaking the mixture and held the glass tube up to the light.

The liquid had turned a bright blue and the delight on Abe’s face was the only answer Mitch needed. “Oh-kay. Well, that was faster than l expected." He took a deep breath and cut his eyes at Abe, just to be sure. “I’m not sterile?”

“No, my friend, you are not," Abe chuckled, patting Mitch on the back. "Congratulations!”

“Yeah,” Mitch replied tersely, handing Abe a small drive from his pocket; he suddenly needed a drink. "The hybrid repellant frequency information is on this drive, get it to the IADG, I’m going to go see if Jamie has come up with anything." He ducked out of the lab, clattering up the stairs to the bar where he poured himself a shot, downed it in one swallow, then marched down the hallway to what had been his room, knocking softly on the door until Clem opened it. She was holding Baby Sam to her breast while he nursed, and Mitch recoiled as she pulled the door open, turning away and covering his eyes. "Come on, Clem," he said, "I know it's just a biological function but you're my daughter and I am barely used to you having a baby much less…lady…parts…” he finished lamely as his daughter rolled her eyes and turned her back on him, motioning for him to come into the room. Sam was sleeping in Mitch's bed and he looked much better, though Mitch was fairly sure it was the nurse more than the nursing that was helping him heal.

"What's up, Dad?" Clem asked, laying baby Sam over her shoulder and covering herself up. She patted his back gently until he let out a loud, drooling belch, then she gently wiped his mouth and handed him to his grandfather. Mitch handled the bundle awkwardly for a second, then got Sam comfortably tucked into his arms and he cooed and smiled over the baby, marveling at the little creature that was his grandson. "So, we have turned around and we are headed to Utah to rescue Jackson, Tessa, and Dariela. Apparently they were attacked by a – bear with me here - dragon, and need a ride.”

"A dragon? Like a fire-breathing giant lizard?” Clem asked in surprise, then grinned as she said softly, "Grandpa would have loved that. A truly mythical monster." She caught Mitch’s expression and added, "But that's not why you're here, is it?"

“Uh, no, it isn't." He kissed his grandson on the forehead and muttered, "I need to talk to you. About Jamie. A...situation has come up and you are probably the only person who can tell me what I need to know."

Clementine folded her arms across her chest and stared at her father "Well, am intrigued. What kind of situation?"

Mitch lifted the baby in his arms a fraction and said, "This kind." He wrinkled his nose as a particularly noxious smell reached him and he handed Sam back to his mother and said, "Your department, Mom." Clem took her baby and took a whiff too, turning her face away with a grimace. "Anyway, Jamie brought up an interesting point earlier, that because of my time in the stasis tank I may not have been sterilized with the rest of the world, so l had Abe test me. Turns out Jamie was right, I am a fully functional baby-maker, and in a really fun twist, Jamie has agreed to be Dr. Kenyatta's sterility cure lab rat and has already taken the first treatment-“

Clem interjected, "Does Jamie know? About you?"

"Well, not definitively. yet. She suspected it, it was her suggestion-“

"Tell her now." Clem was immediately serious. "This isn't the kind of thing you keep from someone.”

“I know, Clem, but that is kind of the reason I'm here." He felt his face flush hot with embarrassment, and glad that Clem wasn’t looking at him, plowed ahead. "I haven't asked you much about.. what it was like, for you, growing up, but l need to know... what was she like? As a mom, when you lived with her." It was still painful, knowing how much he had missed of her life, and between lack of time to talk and the unpleasantness of the beer revelation he hadn't asked her much about her past, with Jamie or with Max.

Clem smiled as she lay Sam out on the bed, swiftly removing his soiled diaper. “She was amazing. We struggled at first, I mean we were both very sad and very angry and she blamed herself for...well, for a lot of things. But she tried to make it as normal as she could, made sure l went to school, and ate healthy food, and did my homework, and we went to the movies, and museums-“ she stopped at the look of wistful sadness on Mitch's face. "And she made sure I knew you, who you were, what you did, everything about you. She talked about you all the time and she would just glow, thinking about you made her light up, even in front of Logan," Mitch smiled at that, and his heart twisted around Jamie's a little more. "I know she's different from who you remember, but she's still Jamie." She paused as she deftly re-swaddled the baby and cuddled him close as he closed his eyes in contentment.

"We’ve only been together for a couple of weeks...it's a little sudden-“

Clem scoffed at his reasoning. "You and Jamie have been together for eleven years, Dad, you just spent some of it apart."

“Some of it? That's a bit of a stretch," he snorted in turn, then added, "but I get your meaning." He sighed irritably and rolled his head to the side, squinting at Clementine. "She told me today that she wanted to make little Mitch Morgan hybrids.”

Clementine burst out laughing. "I know you aren't the best at reading women, but that's pretty straightforward." She smiled and held up her son, freshly changed, sleeping soundly in her arms. "Just think about it. A kid that's half you, half Jamie? That's going to be one brilliant know-it-all little badass.”

***

She was still flicking through satellite photos when he came back to the computer lab/kitchen, carrying a bottle of vodka and two glasses. He poured her a drink and handed it to her as he snarked, "If you get pregnant you cant drink for at least nine months.”

She didnt raise her eyes from the screen but took the glass and swallowed a long, deep draught before replying, "Well, that’s a deal breaker, then."

"Good to know, Ill make sure I keep the bar stocked." He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, looking over her shoulder at the barren desert in the satellite photos. "Because it turns out you were right." He took another swallow of his drink.

"I know I am,” she replied cheekily, "Can you be more specific?"

"Very funny," he retorted. "You know what mean."

Jamie leaned back in her chair, her usually warm brown eyes afire as she turned to him. "And how do you feel about that?"

"Confused. Stunned." He paused, and took another swallow of his drink, meeting Jamie's eyes over the rim of the glass as she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Excited.” He broke the gaze. “Scared.”

Jamie was quiet for a few seconds, then she leaned forward in her chair and took the bottle from Mitch, pouring herself another drink. “l never thought would want to be a mother. When my friends were all pushing baby dolls in carriages and playing with Barbies, I was playing reporter and asking my uncle about dairy prices and hog futures." She chuckled a little to herself at the memory, then raised her gaze to meet Mitch's. "Then my mother died and you know how it went from there. Children were never a priority, they were an afterthought, something l would consider after l brought Reiden down, after l avenged my mother, and my hometown, and everyone else they had destroyed-“ she reined herself in, swallowing the words at the tip of her tongue and a paused a second to collect herself before she continued, "And then you came along, with your lions acting lion-y, and your genius theories, and love for your daughter," she laughed with a rueful shake of her fiery hair, “and your inexplicable faith in me despite my obvious shortcomings, and for the first time l allowed myself to think about a family with you, and with Clementine, and who knows? Maybe that's what we would have done in Maine but," she looked away from him, "fate had other plans, didn't it?”

“I wanted you to be Clementine's family," Mitch said gruffly.

“It's not the same and you know it," Jamie replied sharply. "But even if you hadn’t…died, we would have been sterilized, so I came to terms with it, just like the rest of humanity. Even when you came back to me, I didn't let myself dream of family again, I was too far down the rabbit hole.” She stopped, her gift of words deserting her again so she set her drink down and took his hands. "Then I held your grandson, Mitch, and l looked into those beautiful little eyes, held that tiny little hand in mine and something in me changed. My...priorities changed.”

Abe's deep baritone interrupted their silence. "I just finished up with the IADG, they are very appreciative for the information and they are going to implement the repellant frequency as widely and as quickly as they can," he poked his head in before entering, making sure he wasn't interrupting anything. "Have you had any luck finding a rendezvous point for Jackson?”

“Ye- yes," Jamie said, taking her hands away from Mitch's and turning back to the computers as Mitch cleared his throat and picked up the vodka bottle and glasses, and Jamie tapped at the screen. "An abandoned highway, about a mile and a half north of the dam. Looks like they built a newer road and didn't tear up the old one. Long enough to land the plane and take off again.”

Abe bent over the screen to take a look and nodded. "Yes, that will do well. Let me get the coordinates and I will radio Jackson immediately. How long before we get there?”

Jamie tapped the screen thoughtfully, doing some mental calculations and said, "About two hours. Give or take." She jotted down the coordinates and handed them to Abe, who pulled a radio from his rear pocket and pressed the call button. Jackson's voice crackled over the speaker. "Give me good news, Abe.”

Abe relayed the coordinates to the makeshift runway to Jackson, who said, "Okay. Be careful, the dragon is still here, flying around. It knows we're still here, it's waiting for us to make a move but the sun is going to set soon, we’ll head out then, maybe it won't chase us in the dark." The radio started to cut out and it crackled as he said, "There's also a giant water snake in the upper portion of the river.”

Mitch interjected, "Tell him to get blood samples if he can!”

Jackson retorted, "Tell Mitch to go fuck himself. He can get his own samples if he wants them."

Abe and Jamie laughed, but the gears started turning in Mitch’s head. "Copy that," he answered, and let Abe finish the radio call before asking, "I have an idea. I think we can get some dragon blood. Do you still have the sample collecting crossbow you got on Pangaea?”

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