#Reject humanity become bug

[astraioskosmos]

I've been thinking about Worms recently, specifically the implied fact that before being Worms they were part of the Carapace Cross. If that is truly the case then it raises some thoughts from me.

The Worms are born in Nowhere, devouring and breeding in the corpses of dead Hours like maggots- insatiable little things writhing in the crooks and corners of the Wake, always seeking more like a moth to a flame or a hedonist to pleasure. But, did they really have a choice to not become Worms? The Carapace Cross passed within or fled, but what of those that could not?

Nowhere is where the dead eventually fall to if they do not find their way through the Woods, and we see that goes for all the dead, mortal or not. I assume then that any Cross that died, before the Lithomachy and after, would go there as well. It's also said in the book "How They Endured" that they fled "into the bounds" and that could mean a number of things; like places that exist yet do not at the bounds of the world, but what if that also meant through the "bounds" of reality, in the thinnest parts of the Wake? They could not go to the Mansus, therefor what other choice does that leave them but Nowhere? What if those were the start of the Relict-Kind?

Now, if they did cross the bound to Nowhere as they fled, imagine yourself in their situation. The new gods have eaten the new and you are in exile, forced to forever flee and hide from those new masters but the only place you found to flee in is a place of darkness and death where the corpses of all that was living now lay at your feet-- including your dead Gods. How would you survive? The dead are dead, but you are living and your body still has its needs and hunger is a cruel thing. A cruel, painful thing that in the worst circumstances could force your hand and drive you mad from the ache in your stomach and your primal need for survival.

And so, you start to eat the corpses of various now-dead things with despair and mild disgust. You and your kin use your savor secrets to adapt to your new environment, but never do you touch the corpses of your old Gods. Yet.

Yet, because what when all other options are exhausted? Hunger is a tricky thing, but so is faith. They might be dead but they are as dead as any immortal being could be, and we all know of winter and hushery, of dead things not quite dead. Besides, do the gods from stone still not influence our world still? Is the sun not prophetized to come back despite its corpse rotting away? What does death mean to a God? And so for a long time in this dreary place, you feel hope. Perhaps, perhaps there is a way to still commune with your Gods. Perhaps there is still a way for them to live, within you.

You climb into their body and cautiously start to eat, you use your knowledge of savor secrets as you chew and you tell yourself "they will live on as we did, they will pass on within us as some of us did, they will endure." and you tell yourself "what is death to a God? Is the old not meant to feed the new? They cannot refuse, and we are so hungry." but therein lies a problem the Cross hadn't expected, for they hyberdized with the savor secrets but what they were consuming was something that was never meant to be consumed at all.

The hunger then did not fade, it only increased. It is said that one of the reasons for the Crime of the Sky to be forbidden was because of the hypothetical of what could happen if something as powerful as an Hour would become so insatiable? Only other Hours would be able to stop them, but even then, could they? Hunger does not care about the semantics, it only wants to be fed. The same goes for this new kind of Cross, forever growing hungrier, now forever changed by a savor they would find nowhere else. Yes, one big powerful and starving menace sounds terrifying, but what of dozens of thousands of starving ones? They might not have power, but they have numbers.

So, so many numbers that only worsened with the Intercalate. And now, a new God to feast upon. A new hunger to be revealed. A new corpse to breed in.

We do not know if Worms still possess sentience, something above the base primal instincts of a beast, and if they do not then where did it stop? At the devouring of the Stones? Did the hunger strip them of the ability of conscious thought, forced to now roam and writhe in never ending starvation? Would they regain all of their mental faculties if something in this universe were to satiate them? The Worms are mentioned hundreds of year before the Intercalate, so it couldn't have happened after. But what if they still possess sentience? What if, then, forced to live in Nowhere they slither in parts where the Wake is the thinnest not only to feed but in anger? In revenge? In jealousy?

The Cross may have passed within, but that does not make a human a Cross unless they awaken it. The Cross may have passed within, but that does not stop humans from worshipping the Hours that have killed the Stones-- that have killed the Cross-turned-Worms former masters, that forced them into this situation in the first place. Would anger not be understandable? Would the urge to devour them not be justified, hunger put aside? In the one history where the Worms won the War and took over Vienna some remaining humans started worshipping them, some started being controlled by them, some both. What better revenge than for the kind worshipping those cruel Hours and that caused them to ascend in the first place to worship Worms instead? How much more satisfying this victory as the Stones live on in the savor secrets and the hybridization of generations? Surely they must be pleased, right? Why wouldn't they?

(they do not know, cannot even fathom, that if the Stones were brought back to life or power in any way, it would be at the hands of a human and mortal librarian. They could not understand that if that were to be, the Stones would favor the humans and the Cross within but never the Worms for they are now a writhing menace of hunger unable to be reasoned with, unable to worship, unable of higher thought and speech. What ironic tragedy it is that even in the best of the world, in the best of circumstances, they will forever remain a pest to be extinguished?

They are now forever doomed to hunger, doomed to destruction, doomed to be hunted to extermination by every living thing aside from them, mortal and immortal, human and God, old and new. Such is the life of a Worm, such is the legacy of the Relict-Kind.)

[onesaltyerik]

been playing as a Slug/Moth hybrid in my dnd campaign for so long that i'm starting to feel far more comfortable with the idea of just being a bug instead of a human. still a person, just not human.

reject humanity, become a gay SlugMoth (hehe Sloth) twink

[hana-bobo-finch]

I should probably just go to bed because I’m on the verge of posting every single thought I’ve had this past week eeggegeheheheh me when I don’t have my outlet to scream into the void

[at-a-snails-pace]

what i would give to just be a pill bug under a rock in a forest

[campbell-rose]

Hazbin Hotel Redesign - Nifty

My girl, my baby. I'll be honest, I had so much fun figuring out her colors and a backstory

Niffty died in a hoarder house that she desperately tried to keep clean. I’m trying to go for ‘charlie kelly but he does his job’.  

In the show, Niffty acts like a child. I’m not the only one who got that, right? I saw her and how she acted and thought she couldn’t be any older than 16. I’ve seen on some places (like the hazbin wiki) that she is 22 but like, idk. In my version she died as a teenager. I think making her young helps contextualize how dumb she is, because in the show she really isn’t that bright – in my version she isn’t stupid, she’s a child. Specifically, either 14 or 15 in junior high. She is Japanese and lived in Japan all her life. She’s also from the 1970s instead of 50s. 

I’m assigning sins to each human in hazbin, and Niffty’s sins were Wrath and either Sloth or Lust – subject to change. 

I’m basing what led her to sinning and going to hell off what the show presents, and making Niffty in her human life a, for lack of better term, yandere. She had a crush on lots of boys in her school, but one boy in particular caught her attention. She began to stalk him, collecting things of his like pencils and pens and notes, which escalated to chunks of his hair and pieces of his clothes. She would take photos of him and constantly followed him. Niffty eventually became so obsessed with him, she began plotting to kidnap him and keep him in her basement. She tried but hit a road bump when things didn’t go as planned. She tried to explain what she was doing to him, and confessed her ‘love’, revealing she’d been the one taking his things and stalking him. He is, of course, horrified. Niffty, perceiving this as rejection, attacks and kills him in a fit of rage and hysteria but also sustains multiple stabs in the fight, which she succumbed to. She died in her house, surrounded by trash and roaches. 

Her house was a hoarder house due to her mother’s deteriorating mental health. Niffty is constantly cleaning and hates the filth she lives in. I think if an episode was to show her backstory, the state of the house could reflect her mental decline as her obsession becomes deadly – the roaches and bugs become numerous as she becomes so obsessed with that boy she stops cleaning. 

Now for her design, the spots of what looks like blood make sense – in my version of hell the sinner’s wounds that killed them never heal so those blotches are Niffty’s actual blood from where she was stabbed and that are constantly bleeding. I’ve taken some inspo from oni in her design with the tusks. Her clothes beneath the apron are her school uniform, mainly because I want to show she is a child underneath the cleaning lady job she’s assigned to. In hell, she’s a bug, which she hated in life. 

I’m struggling to fit her and Alastor’s connection in this. She still is under a contract with him, and he basically owns her as he does Husk and – since he’s an overlord – torments her regularly. 

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (6) - A Proposition for You

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 6 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 5,431

Work count for Story: 25,248

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

“Excuse me, Sirs. We have arrived at the Airbnb,” the driver announces through the van's intercom system. The voice pulls Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's attention away from the end of a scenting cuddle session. 

“Thank you, Mr. Malcolm,” Jungkook calls out loud enough to be heard past the petition between the driver’s and passenger's seats. Looking down, he trails his fingers through Jimin’s hair as the tiny Alpha is now sprawled across his and Taehyung’s lap with his eyes closed. 

“Minnie, we need to get out, my little love,” looking at Taehyung, “Tae Tae? Are you good now?”

“Hmm. Yeah, Kook, I am doing better,” Taehyung opens his eyes, returning to their clear brown, longer darkened with lust. Lifting Jimin’s legs off his lap, Taehyung moves from his seat and opens the van door. 

Taehyung as he watches the panda curl up into a small ball, trying to become one with Jungkook. Raising a brow, he firmly says, “Minnie, you cuddle bug. Time to go. I know you are nowhere near a scent high, so please get up so we can get Y/n to see the doctor.”

Jumping up from lying on Jungkook’s lap, Jimin stumbles out the door and over to the first van, “I will get their door!”

Jungkook and Taehyung chuckle as they watch the dancer trip over one of the van’s swivel chairs, but he manages not to fall onto the curb before beelining it to the other van.

“Hey, hyung. Are you going to be okay around Y/n?” asks Jungkook.

“I think so. It might be better for me to keep my distance until she isn’t in as much pain. I think that is what is causing the most issues for my Alpha. Well, that and keeping away from that pathetic excuse of a Director,” answers Taehyung, growling out the last part.

“I think it would be best if we all keep away from him, though I think Manager Sejin and Namjoon will have to at least deal with him a few more times,” comments the youngest.

“Better him than us. Why don’t you go with the others? I will help with the luggage so that everything is where it should be,” suggests Taehyung before hugging Jungkook around the shoulders and kissing his cheek softly.

You didn’t realize how stuffy the van had gotten, but the intensity of the scents within the van does not go unnoticed by Jimin as he watches you bolt from the van right past him towards the packhouse.

Yoongi followed close behind with a smirk on his lips.

“What did we miss being in the reject van?” Jimin asks no, the three remaining Alphas.  

“Oh, you guys missed quite a bit, but we will talk about it later. Maybe once Miss Y/n goes in with the doctor,” Namjoon says as the rest leave the van. 

Jungkook walks up to the group and watches you with a confused look. Manager Sejin also joins them.

“You all realize she has no idea what she is to you. She isn’t going to understand why it is nice that she is so instinctually responsive,” Manager Sejin comments using air quotes.

“Yes, Manager-nim. She just was… ah it is hard to explain,” Hoseok bashfully responds as he looks at the floor.

“Well, she isn’t my mate, and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to break it to her, but you are going to have to be careful. I know that much,” contemplates Manager Sejin, looking at you, a softness of worry crosses his face. “Do you guys know that she wouldn’t even ask for a bottle of water when she got to the van because she didn’t want to take something from the pack?”

“I have a feeling that she has had to be the one to take care of others and put herself last. She won’t ask for help, and accepting help will be hard for her. Especially since you guys are so well-known and established as a mate-bonded pack,” adds Manager Sejin, looking at his watch, down the street and then back to the gathered group.

Taking deep breaths, you hope to clear your mind, slow your heart to an average pace, and regain professionalism from wherever it is hiding. Muttering to yourself, you are unaware that Yoongi has followed you, but he keeps a distance while listening to your utterances. His smirk grows to the point where his eyes are almost closed.

Now that you have calmed down, you turn around and almost run into him, yelling, “Ahh! Don’t sneak up on me like that. I need to get you and Evie both a bell. It must be a feline thing.”

Glancing past Yoongi, you notice Taehyung coming up the steps with some of the staff carrying luggage. You also mumble, “I should get one for him, too.”

Chuckling, Yoongi shakes his head, “No bell. No house cat. Jaguar.” Taking a step closer, he sniffs, “Better? No conflict?”

You can’t help but smile softly at his concern: “No, I am fine now. I just haven’t had much skinship, as one might say… outside of my family pack, as you call them.”

“I know it is a big cultural thing amongst hybrids and even more so depending on the kind of relationship involved. I guess I was taken back by all the … all that,” you say, gesturing towards the van as if it were explaining whatever was happening inside. 

Yoongi nods in understanding and takes the last step to be by your side, facing the rest of the pack. His tail again wraps around your waist, and you giggle in amusement, regaining his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you keeping me on a fur leash?” You ask, pointing at his tail on your waist.

Yoongi looks down at where you are pointing and looks at his tail like he doesn’t realize that he ever put it there, to begin with. With a glare like he is scolding a child, his tail starts to let go, which pulls at your heart a bit.

“It’s okay, Alpha,” you say as you stroke along the soft black fur, laying it back in its place, “you are keeping me close and safe as a good Alpha should. Thank you for protecting me.”

Yoongi preens at the compliment while holding back a shudder at the feeling of you petting his tail. His Alpha is happy you recognize his needs and allow him to continue. It’s like the instincts of a mate are just below the surface, waiting for a way to get out. Yoongi cannot wait to be there when you know who you are to them and watch the bonds solidify.

“Mr. Min,” you start to speak only to get cut off with an indignant huff.

“Yoongi Alpha. Not, Mr. Min. Yoon,” the jaguar says, pointing at himself with his ears flat.

“Ah, umm. Okay. Yoongi,” you say with a blush as you avoid looking him in the face. “I want to thank you for helping me not land hard on the floor back at the office. I am sure I would have been in worse shape if you hadn't tried to catch me.”

“Hopefully, you know that I do not blame you for my wrist. It was just awful timing,” you say, hoping his Alpha understands what you are saying and the Yoongi part of him also hears you.

“Still hurt. Keep safe for healing,” Yoongi says, leaning down to catch your eyesight and hoping you see the truth in his words. 

“Time to go ahead inside. Jin-hyung, can you make some snacks for everyone, including the staff? If you need help, take Hobi with you. The rest will finish helping Tae-ah with the rest of the luggage, and I will go with Yoongi and Miss Y/n to one of the guest rooms on the first floor,” Namjoon instructs the pack.

With different forms of agreement, the boys take off to do their assigned tasks.

Seokjin and Hoseok smile sheepishly as they pass you, heading to the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook wait for Taehyung to return before the three head to the packing van.  Have a group of seven Alphas with their clothes, specialized bedding, personal items, and clothes needed a small troop of men to unpack.

Namjoon walks up the stairs to the porch, his ears flicking to the street as he hears a car approaching. This could only signal the doctor’s arrival, but he leaves the greeting to the manager.

“Miss Y/n. Yoongi. If you please follow me, I will take you to one of the guestrooms you can use to meet the doctor,” says Namjoon as he opens the front door. “We have some snacks being prepared and will bring those soon as well.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose, Prime Alpha Sir. Save those for the pack and your staff, please. Plus, my stomach isn’t feeling so well with all the pain,” you explain to Namjoon. Shaking your head, you silently add, ‘The emotional whiplash isn’t helping either.’

Leading you both into the house, Namjoon nods his head, “I see. I am sorry it took so long for us to get you seen. We normally heal rather quickly as hybrids. I think we forgot that humans cannot do that. Sorry.”

“No worries, Prime Alpha, Sir. I have a high pain tolerance, according to my mom and Derek, but I guess there is just so much that has happened in a short time that my body is just kind of everywhere. I am sorry if my scent is causing any problems as well. I know it must be all over the place,” you reply.

At that last comment, you feel a tug at your waist from the tail, causing you to stumble back into Yoongi. Who buries his nose in your neck, similar to how you were being held by Hoseok in the van, causing you to blush as you regain your footing. 

“Smells good. Not bad. Y/n in pain but happy,” he says as he releases you. This time, he grabs your good hand and pulls you into the room that Namjoon has opened. 

The room is significantly larger than your bedroom, that is for sure. The walls are off-white, with a dark purple accent wall containing a sitting window. The bed is a four-post queen with deep purple curtains tied back with black lace, complementing the purple and black bedding. All the furniture is made of dark, almost burnt-looking wood with iron accents.

You look around the room with your mouth agape. “It’s so beautiful here, and look!” you exclaim as you walk to the adjoining bathroom. “It comes with a private bathroom!”

Namjoon and Yoongi smile at each other as they smell your sweet pea coming out in waves with a hint of more jasmine, which the boys now understand indicates your happiness. 

“There is also a walk-in closet, but my favorite part is the sitting window. Perfect to read in,” Namjoon adds.

There is a knock at the door, though it is standing wide open. The three of you look over to see the manager, Jungkook, and a woman with an old-fashioned medical bag standing just outside the door.

“Pardon the interruption, but Dr. Blackwell is here,” Manager Sejin states, motioning to the woman beside him, who bows.

“Dr. Blackwell! It is good to see you again. Please come in. I am sure you were informed that Yoongi is in Alpha Space and will probably like to stay, but I will step out if needed,” Namjoon greets Dr. Blackwell with a firm handshake. 

Dr. Blackwell is a younger-looking woman, but you can tell that she is still older than you. Her hair is in a French braid, and she is wearing a pantsuit. Setting her bag on the chest at the end of the bed, she looks at Yoongi with kind eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Kim. I was informed, and you are correct. Since the patient is not a member of your pack, you will have to leave. Technically, Mr. Min should leave as well, but I will leave that up to the patient,” she states, turning to you.

“Oh, umm…” Looking between the doctor and Yoongi, they both seem to await your decision. “Mr. M,” you are cut off by a huff and a tug around your waist, “Sorry, Yoongi can stay for now. I will ask him to step out if anything gets too private.”

Yoongi’s actions cause the doctor and Namjoon to pause before looking at each other. Dr. Blackwell speaks first: “Mr. Kim, I was informed that Mr. Min believes to be responsible for the injury. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is right, and as a mate ~cough cough~ bondedpack, we are all here to support them,” informs Namjoon while staring down the doctor.

“Oh, I see, and that would explain the familiarity. Thank you, Mr. Kim. That is all I believe I need from you now. Unless you want me to check out your cough?” Dr. Blackwell teasingly asks the Prime Alpha, who turns slightly pink.

“Nope, I got it. You got it. Yeah,” sputters Namjoon. ���We will head out with the rest of the pack and be waiting in the dining room near the main kitchen if you need anything or need to kick Yoongi out.”

Pleasant conversations are happening here and there between everyone present. Everyone seems to avoid you as a topic since no one has said what is happening. However, since the doctor was here, most staff have concluded that something happened between you and Yoongi. The only ones that do know are the pack and their manager.

Namjoon watches from the entryway with Jungkook draped on his back. He has always felt proud of his pack and how they treat the staff like a pseudo-family pack. They have seen other idol groups treat their staff like stepping stones, which never felt right to any Bangtan pack.

“Hey, everyone,” Namjoon says loud enough to gain the room's attention. “The pack has to have a pack meeting while the doctor is here. I invite the staff to take some prepared snacks to the guest house across the lawn and settle in. We won’t be needing any services tonight aside from Manager Sejin.”

“Namjoon-ssi, I will also head over to the other house to settle in, but I will keep my phone on me. Please text me when you need me, and I will come right over,” the manager responds while holding a tray of rolled-up meats and cheeses.

“Sounds good. Bangtan Pack, we need to meet in the dining room. Grab what’s left and come sit down,” orders Namjoon, patting Jungkook on the hand and motioning for him to help carry stuff.

With that, the kitchen is filled with goodbyes, see you later, and other pleasantries as everyone departs. Namjoon, knowing that he doesn’t do well in the kitchen, turns and heads to the dining room they will use for the meeting. 

The rest of the boys grab what they can and follow their Prime Alpha. The energy in the dining room is heavy. They know they have to discuss this; there is no getting around it, but the situation is odd. Once everyone is seated, Namjoon looks around the table to see each of his mates looking back expectantly.

“We can all agree that she is our mate, right?” The Prime Alpha asks, wanting to ensure they are at least starting on the same page. A chorus of agreement floods the room, lifting a weight off their shoulders. 

“Hyung?” Jimin tentatively speaks up.

“Yeah, Jimin-ah, everything okay?” inquires Namjoon.

“Seeing how everyone has reacted to her, I agree that she is a mate, but I want to be honest with you all… I haven’t had time for my Alpha to respond to her.” Taking a deep breath, Jimin continues, “That isn’t right actually, to be transparent; my Alpha backs away whenever she is close. I don’t know why.”

Jimin looks down and picks at the tablecloth until a Hobi takes hold of his hand. “Jimin, you were close with our last playmate and were the first of us to connect with her on a deeper level of friendship. She broke that trust with you,” Hobi begins.

“I am sure I was not the only one who was shocked that you wanted a new playmate out here. I didn’t say anything because I figured you were trying to rebound. However, rebounding by finding a new friend differs from stumbling on a new mate,” explains Hoseok. “It will be difficult for you and some of our other mates because very few of us have had any experience outside our bonded mates.”

“Minnie,” Jungkook chimes in. “I know you are nervous, and you keep trying to find a way to be around her but not at the same time, which is okay. But you need to make sure to listen to yourself and your Alpha. It is okay if you are not jumping into it headfirst like some of us are.”

“Hobi-ah and Kook-ah are right, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon finally speaks up. “This goes for everyone. We will all take this at a comfortable pace for us and, more importantly, for her. Manager-nim reminded me that she probably cannot understand what is happening right now. Not just because we haven’t said anything yet but because she is human. She is likely fighting her instincts because we are already a bonded pack.”

“Remember how long it took us to convince Jungkook-ah he wasn’t a toy? Or how Taehyung-ah didn’t open up fully until after Jimin-h finally took it into his own hands?” inquires Namjoon.

“She is gonna be like that,” Seokjin states, gaining everyone’s attention. “We need to watch ourselves. Some of us are more instinctually driven, which could drive her away. She may have instincts because she is our mate, but she wasn’t raised using those.”

“With that being said… does anyone have any suggestions?” questions Namjoon.

“Yoongi will end up being her safe space, I think,” Taehyung comments more to himself than to anyone.

Hobi shifts in his seat, remembering how self-conscious you were in the van before he speaks up, “She reminds me of myself. She doesn’t have a good self-image. We should spend time with her.  Show her who we are off-stage, as a pack, as mates with each other, and encourage her to join in.”

“While I think that is a good idea, she won’t join in,” Jungkook interjects. “She wouldn’t ask for a bottle of water for the worry of taking from the pack. How will she accept cuddle time or scenting?”

Yoongi’s ears are flat at your yelling or the feeling of failure. During the examination, his tail curled around his waist as your pain levels tinted your scent with mold. The feeling of failure and something akin to heartbreak filled his being.

The ever-calm Dr. Blackwell continues, “It would be best if you sought help during that time,” looking at Yoongi, “and since you have a respectable pack claiming responsibility for the injury, there should be nothing to worry about. Isn’t that right, Mr. Min?”

Yoongi nods with an almost blank face as he tries to hide his disappointment in himself. He internally scolds himself for breaking his mate during their first meeting.

“Mr. Min, I think it would be best to get your Prime Alpha to discuss anything further,” Dr. Blackwell instructs.

Looking briefly at you while you are looking at the floor, cradling your wrist, Yoongi leaves the guest room, quickly seeking out his pack. It isn’t often that Yoongi feels like he is in over his head and needs his hyung or Prime Alpha, but right now, he cannot breathe.

“Miss Y/n, have you dealt with hybrids?” inquires Dr. Blackwell.

“Yes, my family pack, as Bangtan puts it, consists of a beta fox and omega munchkin, but what does that have to do with anything?” you scoff back, the irritation at the situation spilling into your words.

Nodding with a calculating face, Dr. Blackwell says, “I see. That makes sense. You were the Alpha in your pack, which explains why you don’t understand what is happening around you.”

Snapping your head to look at the doctor, you demandingly ask, “What do you mean by that?”

Taking a tentative step forward, Dr. Blackwell places a hand on your shoulder, “It isn’t my place to say anything more than I already have. Just take a moment to think back to what you have learned about hybrids, and be open to the pack around you in the next coming weeks.”

Jin, being the closest to him, reaches out and pulls him to sit on his lap. Being Yoongi’s only hyung, he goes willingly and tucks his nose into Jin’s neck, “Hyung, I broke mate.”

“Yoon, it’s okay. You didn’t do it on purpose. It was strictly an accident,” Jin whispers while rubbing soothing circles on his back. The pack pushes calming scents into the room to help Yoongi avoid going into total Alpha drop.

“Yoongi-hyung, can you tell us what the doctor said?” asks Jungkook.

A muffled reply of “Broke wrist. Weeks healing. Need Pack Alpha” is heard because Yoongi won’t remove his nose from Seokjin’s neck as he seeks comfort.

“Joon-ah, go talk with Miss Y/n and the doctor. Get things figured out. We will take care of Yoon-ah,” Jin instructs, subtly pulling the elder card again.

“Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say. You smile down at him as you scratch softly on his hair, but Namjoon notes that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Are you still in pain?” he asks as his eyes close at the soothing feeling of your fingers.

“No, Dr. Blackwell gave me something for that, and it kicked in a few minutes ago. Though it’s going to be painful for a while,” you inform. Looking up, Namjoon stands next to the doctor with a sweet smile.

“Dr. Blackwell, can you explain the situation, please?” you ask, nodding to the wolf hybrid.

Nodding, she turns to the Prime Alpha, “Mr. Kim, Miss Y/n has what I suspect is a hairline fracture. To be certain, I would need to take her to the local hospital, but given your situation, that would not be a very easy task.”

“I can say with certainty that be it a hairline fracture or a severe sprain, she will have to wear a brace and not use her wrist for six to eight weeks,” she continues.

When you are reminded of the weeks of difficulty that will come, your scent turns watery, and worry creeps into your mind.

“As you all know, I am both a hybrid and a human doctor, which brings me to the next issue. While Miss Y/n is kind of heart and forgives Mr. Min of any wrongdoings, Mr. Min, according to the hybrid culture, is responsible for her recovery, and I must confirm this is happening,” states the doctor, her eyes set firmly on the Alpha.

“Wait, my recovery? I thought it was just to get me to see you?” Your eyes bounce between the three others in the room.

“That is correct, and as Prime Alpha of his bonded pack, we will provide for her over the next eight weeks minimum. We have the space, the means, and the power to do so, Dr. Blackwell,” Namjoon says, holding eye contact with you. His voice gave no room for argument. 

“Prime Alpha Sir, you… the pack… my work… how?” you sputter while your mind runs into walls and failed solutions.

“Not to interrupt, but I will excuse myself as this is now a pack matter. Keep the brace on as much as possible to aid healing and prevent surgical intervention. I will leave my report with notes for your employer explaining your health situation and a vial of your pain medications on the dining room table,” Dr. Blackwell says as she gathers her things and bows, leaving the room. 

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is right,” agrees Namjoon. “This is a pack matter now, and I think speaking with everyone together would be the best idea. Would you join us to discuss what to do next?”

While trying to comprehend the wild situation you got thrown in, you mumble, “Umm, yeah. We can do that. I can do that.” 

Moving to stand, Jungkook moves out of the way and holds your good hand, leading you toward the living room where the pack is now gathered. 

Seokjin and Yoongi are on the medium loveseat-like couch, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok are on the long couch, and the only open seat is an armchair. 

You move to sit alone in the armchair only to have Jungkook pull you to the couch where Seokjin and Yoongi are. “Jin-Hyung, can we sit there with Yoongi?”

Noticing that Yoongi gets stiff at the question, you say, “No, no, that is okay. I think Yoongi has had enough of me. I can sit somewhere else.” However, not only does Jungkook not let go of your hand, but a black tail finds its way around your thigh.

“Sure thing, I will sit with Namjoon,” Seokjin smiles and moves to sit with his Prime Alpha on the arm of the chair. 

Next thing you know, you are sandwiched between the bunny and jaguar hybrids. Yoongi is on your right, his tail still wrapped around your thigh, with the tip sliding up and down almost absentmindedly. Jungkook is on your left, still holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder.

Your body relaxes as you lean back on the couch, looking around the room. Your mind is joking about having a fur leash again despite Yoongi not looking at you since you entered the room and how you seem to have become a bunny pillow. After some thought, you realize that you don’t mind either action. 

Someone clearing their throat pulls you from your thoughts. Looking towards the armchair, you see Namjoon sit up straighter and take on a look that clearly shows that it is the Prime Alpha talking and not the cute, funny Namjoon you have seen clips of on Instagram. 

“Bangtan pack, Miss Y/n has a hairline fracture of her right wrist,” starts the Prime Alpha. At this information, a collective hiss of sympathetic pain comes from the other members. 

“She will be required to wear that brace and limit the use of her hand for the next six to eight weeks. This brings up some causes of concern for Miss Y/n,” he continues.

Namjoon looks at you to continue, which prompts you to say, “Umm… well, I am right-hand dominant, so doing pretty much anything will be complicated. I only have about four days of sick pay saved up right now. So, returning to work will be a hurdle all on its own, not to mention doing any chores or cooking.”

Your eyes wander across the group as you speak. They all look at you like you speak something other than English or Korean. When your eyes come to a stop on Yoongi, he is finally looking at you, his eyes now a deep brown.

“Y/n, stay with us,” Yoongi states, not asking. “I am a respectable Alpha Jaguar, and it is my honor to care for you and bring you back to health. My Alpha has already told you outside that he would keep you safe until you are healed. I am here for the long haul.”

Your eyes widen at his declaration, and your mind blanks on what to say or how to respond. 

From your other side, Jungkook cuddles into your side, his nose nudging your neck softly, “We all will be here for the long haul.”

“They are right, you know. We are a bonded pack of mates, and we would love to have you stay here with us so that we can take care of you,” Hoseok adds. 

Breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you took to Hoseok as he and the others on that couch smiled genuinely. While you are sure any typical female with eyes would jump at the chance, you question, “What about my job? I cannot leave my work. I have rent to pay for my flat and food and stuff.”

“Y/n,” your head snaps to the Prime Alpha, “is it okay if we call you Y/n?”

Nodding, you turn your body to face him directly. Your left hand, still holding Jungkook’s, is gripping tightly, trying to ground yourself. 

At your agreement, the Prime Alpha smiles, showing off dimples as he continues, “I figured that you would worry about a few things like that.”

“The room you met with the doctor in is yours while you stay here with us… at the pack house. When we say that we will take care of you, we mean it. We will cover all your expenses; it’s not like we lack the funds to care for anyone. Lastly, in order to keep a job to cover your everyday expenses, such as your flat, cell phone, etc., going, I have a proposition for you.”

Holding your breath, your eyes wide at everything he has said so far, you gulp, “What is your proposition, Prime Alpha, Sir?”

“Become our playmate.”

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[radioisntdead]

"Please, please, please"

Hazbin OCS & sibling! Reader, mild Vox x gn! reader

Warnings: a good chunk of this was written several months ago hence the somewhat old writing style + the choppyness because the writing difference between April me and November me, Valentino UNFORTUNATELY Doesn't get beaten up, yet, reader unfortunately does,reader is a little too trusting to be in hell, reader is GN but gets compared to a 50's housewife and gets magically shoved into a 50's dress

Song used

You were rather close with your sisters, or at least you used to be, you had drifted away in recent years, you had all died together, a horrific traffic accident ripping away your precious lives.

How tragic it was, Your dear old parents had to bury three of their beloved children, your eldest sister left an entire wedding behind and the other one had only just finished veterinary school, and you? Your life had only begun, a year or so into college and just at the start of your [insert Job profession of choice here] career,

And to make matters worse? You all ended in hell!

What are the chances! And what did you even do?!

Not to mention you look different then you did alive, one thing you paid the most attention too was the soft black feathered wings that sprouted from your back.

Your sisters had become almost unrecognizable if it wasn't for the fact that their voices remained the same you would've never thought it was them!

Your second oldest sister, Theodosia, her once hazel hair now a sparkly orange, her once normal human colored skin now a shade of orange, her legs were now bug-like, she had an entire new pair of arms, she had a pair of orange butterfly wings attached to her back.

She looked like a orange creamsicle, butterfly edition.

And your other dear sister, the eldest she looked like a puppet, her limbs had screws embedded, red strings draped over her neck and torso, her skin now a deep red and porcelain-like, she now preferred to cover her face with a comedy and sorrow mask.

It took some getting used to but you all got through it, together.

It was tough at first after all, it was hell, eternal damnation!

There were sinners causing chaos, fighting, excessive drinking, and other unholy activities but you three managed to find an apartment complex near cannibal town and move in, Theodosia had gotten a job at Rosie's emporium, butterflies did have cannibalistic tendencies after all.

Your eldest sister had decided to climb the ranks and become an overlord, discarding her name and choosing another.

Deyanira was the name she chose, gaining power and territory with enough souls to build a small army

And you? Their beloved younger sibling well you always were the creative type and with the backing of your overlord sister, managed to rise up as a well-sought after artist in the pride ring, it wasn't anything super intricate but it paid well and it made you happy to do,

you would've preferred to get out on your own without the influence of your sister but what could you do? She was practically suffocating you at this point.

you had been commissioned to do a large portrait for the Vee's, and that's how you met Vox, oh how you should've rejected that commission, or asked for a reference picture and you could've sent it in the mail.

You remember like it was yesterday, it was a rather decent day, but you supposed the chaos would pick up again soon so you hurried your way to the tower,

Being greeted by a professionally exhausted sinner who directed you up where you met the Vee's, Velvette ever attached to her phone took a glance up from the device and made a muffled comment about your appearance, it seemed she didn't particularly like your outfit, Valentino was preoccupied by a lamp,

Vox gave a smile, and stepped forward to greet you, that signature public appearances smile, that somehow managed to make something in your stomach move.

That should've been your que to get out of there, quickly and swiftly, but it wasn't,

You had them pose and stay there, as you painted, glancing up at them as you sketched out a rough draft with a mechanical pencil, your eyes moved to the Vees then back to your canvas working as quick as you could as to avoid their wrath if you should take too long or do something to upset them,

You were thankful that they were distracted by their phones, and talking amongst themselves but you didn't like how Valentino would attempt to look at you every now and then, it sent an icky feeling down your spine.

You didn't notice that Vox did the same.

You got the base layer down, they, at the moment, looked like a smashed blot of colors but it takes time for art to well, art

Valentino had thankfully made an exit, cursing about some whores as he left, while Velvette got distracted by something on her phone, texting feverishly on it before walking off somewhere, perhaps something had happened to one of her models or her clothing line?

However Vox stayed, doing what you assumed was work on his phone, could he do work on his tv screen? How would that even work?

You were so glad that you weren't cursed with a TV as a head that would be so inconvenient, imagine trying to lean your head on someone's shoulder only to bonk them and give them a concussion

"How's it going?"

Vox popped up behind you breaking you out of your TV head bullying thoughts, leaning in a little too close for comfort, his claw finger brushing against one of your wings, sending a shiver down your spine.

The painting would take a couple of days to finish, you offered to work on it at home but Vox insisted on having you come up the Vee's tower every other day to work on it, It didn't matter if it was an inconvenience to you.

He'd work on whatever he does while you painted, he'd have you paint while in his office, whatever he thought to keep you nearby,

It seemed he gathered a fondness for you, and you liked the fondness, it felt nice to have someone who wanted you near them.

Your sisters, on the other hand, didn't like it, Especially Deyanira, she was an overlord herself, she knew who the Vee's were and their antics, especially in overlord meetings, Velvette's respectless musical number was still playing in her head.

she made sure to keep herself away from them aside from a couple of business deals and she wasn't naive to Valentino's reputation with his employees, especially those whom souls he had in his watered down grape juice looking hands, after all, people talk, what if he targeted you? Vox surely wouldn't protect you.

She didn't want to see her younger sibling beaten and bruised, eyes swollen shut, purples, blues and nasty glimpses of yellow scattered across you, and Theodosia would be out for blood if any of the Vee's laid a hand on you, she was a cannibal, and while grape would probably taste like mold and STDs she could probably cover up the taste with seasonings or something.

They just wanted you to be done with the painting and come back home where you were safe, with them.

You thought they were just being overprotective, they had scared off other potential love interests back when you were alive, introducing them to a someone that was going to take you on a date? They'd show up with pitchforks and fire, it was just what big sisters do!

Sometimes though, you should listen to your big sisters when they tell you the TV man isn't someone you should date.

But the soft words he said! They were sweet and just, he'd look you in the eyes and tell you he loves you, that you were his everything, wasn't that enough?

They didn't know him like you did!

The way he asked you out was oh so lovely! With flowers! He gave you gifts every week, anything from art supplies, jewelry, clothing in HIS colors and much much more...

When you finally finished the portrait, it hung up in their hall for all to see,

Vox didn't like that you wouldn't be within an arms length away, that he couldn't grab you when he wanted,

So he asked you to move in, Your sisters didn't like that.

"Excuse me, he what?"

Deyanira asked, gripping the teacup she held in her hand as you grinned,

"He asked me to move in! Into the Vee's tower! Ain't that amazing Deya?"

You said, eyes filled with nothing but excitement for the future

"He said he's gonna take care of me, I want more art supplies? He said he'd get em' for me, he treats me good, he loves me,"

Deyanira grimaced, You were acting like she did long ago, You will not end up like she did if she could do anything about it.

"You know he's full of shit right?" She said in a point-blank tone

"Deya, please, he's a good guy!"

"Good guys don't end up in hell!" Deyanira sat her teacup on the table with such force that it almost cracked the porcelain.

"They can! After all we're down here together aren't we?"

"Birdie, listen to us, The Vee's-"

Theodosia was cut off by you sighing loudly and shaking your head,

"Somewhat problematic, I'm aware but I know what I'm doing!"

"Didn't he die in like the 50's? What if he wants you to be a like 50's housewife? Ew,"

"Theo!"

"You know what was rampant in the 50's? Domestic abuse,"

"Deyanira!"

"She has a point, why do you think there were so many former housewives around? Because They killed their husbands! just stay with us, we can keep you safe!"

"I don't need you to protect me!"

You shout as you get up from the couch and move to your room, art decorations, paint splatters, stickers and much more covered the walls, pictures of you with your sisters, with Vox and others hung up on a string.

You moved quickly to grab a suitcase that laid underneath your bed as your sisters spoke amongst themselves, managing to pack a good chunk of your clothing into it before Theodosia entered your room, leaning against the door way, both pairs of arms crossed.

"Birdie, please listen to us,"

"Theo, I'm moving in with the Vee's and that's final." You said turning to look at her only for her to pull you into the hall and down the stairs, dragging you into the living room, only instead of the warm colored living room you had grown accustomed too it was now grayscale and decorated like some 50's sitcom, but more stuffy, everything felt too clean and not lived in.

Where they serious?? What was this?

Where was that music coming from?

And why was Deyanira leaning from the second floor railing?

Theodosia pulled out a flashlight and shined it upon you as if it was a spotlight, effectively blinding your eyes.

"You're a sinner who's on fire"

Oh.

Oh no.

They were singing.

"Shinin' brighter than a thousand suns"

She shined the light directly into your eyes blinding you causing you to hiss out in pain.

"Is this really love?"

You felt hands wrap around your shoulders and spin you around,

"There's no need to rush, afterlife has just begun,"

''afterlife has just begun,''

When you recovered your vision you were wearing a blue 50's styled dress.

"You're brave as you are brilliant,"

Your sister's disembodied voice sang out, if you weren't so desensitized, it'd be horrifying

"Your radiance is like a million lights,"

Nevermind even if you were desensitized it was still horrifying where was she??

''A artist on high, A colorful mind, You mesmerize,''

''You mesmerize,''

You shook your head and moved to grab a glass of wine from the counter, pouring it out into the glass you were about to take a sip only to hear a cough from the couch, you look over to see a TV glued onto the body of a mannequin, clearly meant to be mimicking Vox.

"And he's just," "He's just,"

You raised an eyebrow and took the sip anyways,

''He's just,"

Theodosia popped out from wherever she went and swatted at the mannequin causing it to vanish.

"Just some guy!"

She took the glass out of your hand and placed it to the side before taking both of your hands into hers

"Please, please, please,"

She looked into your eyes, her spiralling black ones gazing into yours.

"Please, please don't do it','

You took your hands out of hers and took a step back.

"You're bee's knees,''

She held out all four of her hands, reaching out.

''Stop being foolish, You're pie in the sky, The apple of eyes!''

You pull away tucking your hands underneath your arms.

"He's not worth your time,"

Her voice was soft and warm, you felt like you were five again, crying to your big sister about a boy pushing you down on the playground.

''So lose that guy,''

But you weren't five anymore,

''You can do a whole lot better,''

A grayscale style picture of Vox appeared on the the 50's tv, Theo pointed at it,

"Than this suit-wearing old man creeper,'' ''Old man creeper,"

They weren't wrong, you and Vox came from very different eras,

Deyanira appeared from who knows where scaring the hell out of you, she grabbed your face and stared at you

"Don't settle for less, You deserve the best,"

You couldn't see her eyes, hidden behind her comedy/tragedy mask.

"You're a double feature," "A double feature,"

You've nearly forgotten that she's trained for this type of stuff, you shook her hands off of your face, you open your mouth to say something but Deyanira gestures to the TV

"And he's just," "He's just,''

He's what?

''He's just-'' Deyanira waved her hands around trying to find the words to sing.

"A TV guy!''

"And his name is Vox, for fuck's sake!"

Okay it was an odd name but it could be worse!

''Please, please, please,''

''Please, please don't do it''

Deyanira couldn't get on her knees, puppet troubles you supposed, so she towered over you,

"You're bee's knees, Stop being foolish!"

"You're pie in the sky, The apple of eyes,''

Theodosia popped out from behind you holding a concerning amount of eyeballs.

"He's not worth your time"

Theo grabbed one of your hands.

"So lose that guy,"

Deyanira grabbed the other.

"Please, please, please, Please, please don't do it''

You were getting tired of this.

''Royalty shouldn't be stoopin' ''

Was that offensive to the royalty down here? What happened if you were royalty in life? Would that still be valid??

"You're pie in the sky, The apple of eyes,''

They pulled you towards them,

''He's not worth your time," ''So lose that guy!''

They wrapped you in their arms in a group hug, was this supposed to convince you to stay?

"How could you run off to be somebody's spouse's''

You weren't running off, it's not like you were never going to see them again.

"When you could be here with your favorite sisters,"

You rolled your eyes, your youngest sister who you assumed wasn't dead yet, and hopefully wouldn't end up here, cleverly wasn't mentioned.

"Yeah, he calls you an old soul, But he's just a child,''

Okay his temper tantrums were childish but they were cute?? No, No they weren't.

"Woah, oh, oh, oh" "Please, please, please"

You moved to leave but was pulled back by Deyanira's strings wrapping around you.

"How could you run off to be somebody's spouse?"

You opened your mouth to say something but was cut off by her singing once more.

''Please, please don't do it, You're bee's knees,''

''When you could be here with your favorite sisters,''

Again they were the only ones down here, they weren't your favorite, at least not right now.

''Stop being foolish','' "You're pie in the sky, The apple of eyes,''

You shook off her strings, leaving them to fall to the floor before Deyanira pulled them back onto her.

"He's not worth your time," "Woah, oh, oh, oh""

Oh! Deyanira's freaky little puppet people were there too, fun.

"So lose that guy."

Your sister pulled out the flashlight and blinded you again, once you regained your sight everything is back to normal, no longer in the 50's attire you somehow got yoinked into.

"Enough! I'm going to move in with him and that's final!"

You shouted before rushing back to your room to finish packing, leaving your sisters behind, Theodosia disappointed and Deyanira fuming.

The move itself was smooth, everything was good at first, wasn't perfect but then again it was hell.

But things got worse, with Vox choosing to entertain Valentino in multiple ways as opposed to you.

If you opened up about your concerns then you were hypnotized and told to let it go.

On the times Vox decided to give you affection Valentino got jealous, severely jealous.

You had gotten your own art studio, it was a decent size and near Vox.

You spent the majority of your time, when not with Vox, in there, painting away, the walls were your favorite color, old paintings of yours that you were proud of hung on the wall, your door was cracked, you had plastic on the floor to catch any fallen paint, two mugs one for drinking and one filled with paint water, and unbeknownst to you a camera was hidden around always watching you.

Music blasted through your headphones as you painted away, brush sliding across down the canvas.

Valentino left destruction in his wake, broken glass, employees ripped apart, your sister had pulled some of her people out of one of his... Productions and he was angry.

He was going to complain to Vox but he managed to spot you, through the crack of your door, how he managed to see you with his shitty eyesight? Who knows.

You didn't even hear him come in with the headphones on, you only realized he was there when he shoved a majority of your art supplies onto the ground, paint spilled, bottles broke, brushes were snapped in half.

It happened quickly you couldn't even get a word out as the paintings you worked so hard on were ripped and thrown onto the ground, frames broken and canvases ripped.

You tried to yell for him to stop, but he simply turned his rage onto you, within a mere second he grabbed onto your wings and a loud crack could be heard.

You laid down in a puddle of spilt paint, shearing pain pulsing throughout your wings and back.

Everything hurt, you felt nauseous, you couldn't even try to move your wings.

You faintly heard Vox appear, you heard things being spoken but you couldn't make them out, the last thing you recall is someone touching your face.

By the time you awoke, your wings were bandaged up, a imp dressed like a doctor was beside you, telling you to rest and not to irritate your wings until they were healed, they scrambled to leave the moment they saw that Vox was hovering over the door, Vox came in, talking about how this wouldn't happen again, how he and Valentino came to an agreement.

All you could hear was that Valentino was still there.

That despite what came out of Vox's mouth, this could happen again.

And so you could do only one thing.

Wait, you waited until your wings were healed up enough that whenever you walked they didn't ache, you waited until Vox fell asleep for the night, powering off.

You packed what you could and fled, you passed by your art studio, opening the door to a heartbreaking sight.

Your eyes darted around the room, your studio was completely destroyed, paintings that took you months to finish torn apart, unrepairable, unsalvageable.

You closed the door and continued your way down the Vee's tower.

You ran down the streets of the entertainment district of pentagram city, passing by sinners and hellborn alike, passing by billboard signs and advertisements of the Vee's.

Before you knew it you were pounding on the door where your sisters resided, looking behind you, terrified that maybe you were followed.

You remember that next you felt Deyanira's arms wrap around you, bringing you inside and wrapping a warm blanket around you.

Vox came 'round the day, when he realized you weren't around, causing Deyanira to chew him out, eventually he left.

But that didn't stop him from watching you whenever you left the house.

His face appearing on the TV's, phones, electronics.

Eventually Theodosia had enough, and as Charlie waltzed into cannibal town, singing a musical number and gaining the towns help to defend her hotel from the extermination, she had an idea.

And so after extermination day, she dragged you to her workplace during her lunch break.

You and your sister sat across from each other at the emporium, your throat felt dry, in your hands a cup of hot tea, on the table in front of you a cannibal treat.

you could hear the clock tick, counting each second, each minute until she finally spoke up,

"Bridie, have you thought of redemption?"

"Redemption?"

"Yeah, you've heard of that hazbin hotel right?"

She asked tilting her head, her antennas twitching slightly, you nodded, who hadn't? Certainly Vox had, you remember hearing him talking about it, after all the radio demon was hanging around the place.

"What do you think of getting redeemed? It'll be better then having Deya making sure that TV can't-" she was interrupted by you, wide eyed.

"What about you? And Deya? I can't just leave you here!"

"You won't have too, We're obviously going with you, dumb-dumb." She said reaching for one of the treats on the platter Infront of you, she seamlessly popped it in her mouth, glancing out the window as she chewed.

"But what about," you looked at the sinner made snacks "You know the Cannibalism thing, not the mention Deyanira's an overlord,"

"Eh, I can do a cleanse," she licked away the red smudge from her cheek, "Probably and you know Deya, she's willing to give that up if it mean we stay together."

You stay quiet for a few drawn out seconds taking a sip of your drink, you should've ordered something cold.

"And we'll go together right?"

"That's the plan.''

You take one pair of her hands in yours, they're dry.

"Let's do it, staying at a redemption hotel sounds nice.''

Good evening folks! This has been in my drafts since like April, BUT NOW IT'S OUT BECAUSE I NEED TO CLEAR OUT THE DRAFTS, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, and I hope you have a wonderful night

Psst! You should join our discord, we can talk about our OCS!

[mentalmeles]

Stucky Playlist Rambles Part 1: Pre-CA:TFA

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Been wanting to do something like this for a while now, but was finally motivated to actually do it by seeing @thankssaragorn's talk about their own stucky playlist (which is right here, y'all should read it uwu)

My stucky playlist is LONG (almost 13 hours at this point), so I'm going to do this in parts. First up are songs that cover their story before Captain America: The First Avenger! Beware; contains a FUCK ton of pining lmao

Feel free to listen along while I ramble! 💕

The Night We Met by Lord Huron: The intro song to the playlist! I interpret it as either of the boys reminiscing about the moment they met after the other has recently passed away. Doesn't matter if it's Steve or Bucky that's gone now, because the sentiment is still shared regardless. The one who remains wants to go back to the beginning of their story, to relive it all again, just to have more time together.

We're Going to Be Friends by The White Stripes: Little Stevie and Bucky going through their years in school, already brought together by their mothers becoming friends, as they slowly become friends themselves.

Tonight I'll dream, while I’m in bed / When silly thoughts go through my head / About the bugs and alphabet / And when I wake tomorrow, I'll bet / That you and I will walk together again

This part in particular is very Steve POV, who has grown up until this point being pretty alone, save for the constant presence of his ma. He's already been spending so much time with Bucky, learning stuff together and playing games, and he's just so excited to do it all over again the next day and the next and the next.

If We Were Vampires by Noah Kahan: Not long into their friendship, Bucky quickly realizes Steve is a very, very sick kid. He already gets cold after cold, but then he gets rheumatic fever and it damages his heart. Then it's scarlet fever. His stomach ulcers make it hard for him to even eat. He loses his hearing. His scoliosis keeps bending his spine painfully the more they grow up. It's just one thing after another and Steve is already resigned to the fact that everyone he loves will outlive him. To cope, Bucky tries to imagine scenarios where they're something beyond human and death is something they never have to worry about, but reality is always close at hand, no matter how hard he tries.

It's knowing that this can't go on forever / It's likely one of us will have to spend some days alone / Maybe we'll get forty years together / But, one day, I'll be gone / One day, you'll be gone

A conversation between Steve and Bucky during one of these moments where reality is just too persistent to ignore, possibly while Steve is sick again. He's trying to prepare Bucky for his inevitable death and Bucky, not wanting to make things harder for Steve, softly relents.

Ribs by Lorde: Bucky, still a kid, slowly realizing he wants more out of his friendship with Steve. He's not even sure what he wants yet, but the feeling is already so big and the fact it seems to just keep getting bigger the older they get isn't helping. They're still best friends and are already so much closer than anyone else is with their own friends, but Bucky just can't shake his growing desire for more.

Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish: Steve gets sick again and after he almost dies, Bucky finally realizes he's in love with his best friend and it terrifies him. He already almost lost him once, yet here he is!! He's just so dead certain that if his feelings ever get out, he will 100% lose Steve and he doesn't want that to ever happen. He wants to die with him, young or old. That's all he wants. That in itself is probably not normal, but still! Nevertheless, he can't help but fantasize about how he'd possibly confess. Trouble is, it only scares him more once his mind can only provide images of Steve rejecting him.

If I Didn't Care by The Ink Spots: Cue Bucky trying oh so very hard to stop caring and loving Steve. The results may shock you.

Brooklyn by Emily James: After his plan of Stop Liking Steve in That Way™ failed, Bucky just kinda...resigns himself to his fate. This song is pretty much him finally allowing himself to fantasize about what a potential relationship with Steve would actually be like, all nice and sweet. He still doesn't plan to ever tell him, but at least he has his fantasies.

I wanna meet you in a crowded bar in Brooklyn / Dance all night 'til there's fairy light on my face / I wanna see you and make shadows with our footsteps / In a crowded bar in Brooklyn

This part makes me think of Bucky fantasizing while he goes on date after date with all these different girls, partly as a distraction and also as a way to maybe catch feelings for one of them instead. In the end, though, he always finds himself imagining these girls as his best friend.

This Song by Conan Gray: Meanwhile, Steve is also deep in his own pining, except he's not as Internalized Homophobia™ about it as Bucky is. He knows he's queer and he's a-okay with it, thank you very much. Still, that doesn't mean he's openly flaunting this part of himself. He's proud, but not stupid. He's well aware that he could get ostracized and even killed for this, so he plays his cards carefully. But when it comes to loving Bucky... He's pretty damn certain Bucky likes him back. He's not oblivious to the way Bucky acts around him, after all. Regardless, he decides to keep playing it safe and just...casually drop hints about his feelings, hoping Bucky might pick them up if he really does like him back.

Say Yes to Heaven by Lana Del Ray: More of Steve's feelings about Bucky, growing a bit more bold as time goes on. He still doesn't outright say anything, but if Bucky could just finally pick up the slack and say 'yes' to all of his carefully crafted advances, that would be real swell. Nevertheless, he still doesn't push harder than he needs to, knowing that he very well could be reading all the wrong signs. In the end, he's content to stay friends, so long as Bucky will simply stay.

Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley: Bucky finally, finally, confesses. I've always liked to imagine it happening after he gets way too drunk one night after a date stood him up and his feelings just kinda...tumble out of him all at once when he goes to crash at Steve's place. Either way, the pining idiots become dating idiots! Yippee!

Like Real People Do by Hozier: Their first kiss, shortly after Bucky clumsily confesses. 💕

Coney Island Baby by The Excellents: Steve and Bucky's very first date happened at Coney Island and you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. And, yes, it is during this date that Bucky drags his brand new boyfriend onto the Cyclone and gets him sick. 10/10 move, Barnes!

Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka: It wouldn't be dating Bucky Barnes without some dancing! They can't ever go to the dance halls that Bucky usually frequents, but they do have the gay bars that Steve's visited a few times before. There are many nights where Sarah Rogers and Winifred and George Barnes think their sons are going out to find themselves some girls, when it reality their sons are dancing together and kissing oh so sweetly amongst people just like them.

All-American Boy by Steve Grand: To keep up appearances, Bucky keeps going out with girls. That Rogers boy sure is real close with Bucky, but it surely doesn't mean anything! Bucky has all these dames chasing after him, after all! Steve and him are just real good pals!! Little do they know, Steve and Bucky are straight up fucking lmao

South London Forever by Florence + The Chance: Steve and Bucky are on the top of the world, loving each other so deeply in only the way young couples can, but then...

And I don't know anything / Except that green is so green / And there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring

Sarah gets sick.

Back to Friends by Sombr: Sarah is gone and Steve is deep in his grief. Bucky knows there's no possible way he can live on his own, especially with how often he gets sick still. He quickly becomes gripped with the desire to move in with him, but he also knows that there's no way anyone will lease a place to two boys suspected of being queer. So, he sits Steve down and explains that they have to call their relationship off. Steve doesn't take it well.

Kaleidoscope by Chappell Roan: After feeling betrayed and angry, Steve eventually agrees to end their relationship. He's sad and devastated, but he understands why Bucky is doing it and he can't blame him for the world they live in. Besides, he told himself before he's content with only being friends with Bucky, so long as they stay together... Why should this be any different?

Casual and Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan: Both of these songs capture the same feelings, so I'm gonna talk about them together. Steve and Bucky live together now and are just 'Steve and Bucky. Best friends since childhood.' Still, despite Bucky calling things off and dating more girls than ever before, he still sometimes comes to Steve at night and kisses him and fucks him and tells him he loves him.

I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself / Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

Steve is, understandably, extremely torn about this.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Bucky, meanwhile, is also extremely torn. He knows he needs to move on in order to keep Steve safe, but he still loves him too fucking much to let go.

True Blue by boygenius: Steve finally sits Bucky down and explains they gotta stop. He understands that Bucky still loves him and he still loves him, too, but the limbo their relationship is in currently is just too painful. Bucky understands and swears to never hurt Steve like this ever again. A part of Steve is relieved, but he's also undeniably sad, because he knows a smaller, more selfish part of himself, will miss it.

You've never done me wrong, except for that one time / That we don't talk about / Because it doesn't matter anymore / Who won the fight? I don't know / We're not keeping score

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman: Steve and Bucky living together in that shitty Brooklyn apartment. They're both taking up any odd job that will take them to earn their keep while also dreaming about more. They love Brooklyn and know they'll always carry a bit of it in them, but the world continues to call for them.

Two Birds by Regina Spektor: War is coming. The US has managed to stay out of it for now, but neither Steve or Bucky are idiots. Steve has been keeping a close eye on what's been happening across the ocean and Bucky can see the way his old man has been getting real shaky and quiet. War is coming. Steve wants to fight. Bucky wants to them both to stay out of it at all cost. But then...

Over There by George M. Cohan: War arrives and Bucky has been drafted.

Let Down by Radiohead: Steve learns about Bucky 'enlisting.' He has already been trying to enlist by this point, but he begins to try even harder now. He has to join Bucky. He has to. There's no way Bucky is going to war by himself. Bucky keeps trying to reason with him, just like always, telling him to stay and watch the home front for him. But the idea of simply staying home and waiting for Bucky to return like some lovesick house wife makes Steve actually feel sick and he's just so disappointed in himself and his stupid body and all this anger he has inside him. So, he refuses to give up.

One day I am gonna grow wings / A chemical reaction

Foreshadowing, babeyyy 👈👈

James by Maggie Rogers: Steve bidding Bucky goodbye and pleading for him to stay safe. They may no longer be together, but he's still so in love with this boy and he asks him to please write. He even says, in a moment of despair, that he'll be waiting in Brooklyn for Bucky to come back. So, he has to come back. He has to.

We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn: Bucky reassuring Steve that they'll meet again. He doesn't know under what circumstances, but he knows that they will. So, he asks Steve to stay strong and look after his folks and sisters for him.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by Vera Lynn: Very similar feelings to last song, but what if...Bucky sneaked Steve a lil smooch before leaving for basic...and it was so fast that Steve couldn't say/do anything...? Haha, jk! ...Unless??? 👀

Aaaand that's all for the songs spanning through Pre-CA:TFA! If you're reading this, I hope you enjoyed! 💕

[proxylynn]

Blorbo: Guzma (Pokémon Sun and Moon)

{Wanna see what destruction looks like? Here it is in human form! It's your boy... Guzma!}

[Growing up with Pokémon since gen1, I never really got into the "evil organization"s that pop up in each gen. Mostly because they all follow some contrived stupid thing (minus Geovanni, he thought shit out and was legit) like I wanna flood the land, I wanna use Pokémon to free Pokémon, I want to use a death laser because fuck you, or I want to go unleash Pokémon Satan because reasons, etc. Then Sun/Moon came along and gave me Team Skull and it works... Because they aren't the evil team! (was that all it took for a decent team? to not make them the main villains?) And none of this would matter if the team leader wasn't interesting, which ya boi totally is.

"Guzma originally aspired to become a Trial Captain with Professor Kukui. He was even Hala's apprentice to train in battling. While he was a talented trainer in his own right, having won many trophies and awards, he also struggled in his efforts to be the best, never once having placed first in any tournaments. It is also implied that he suffered domestic abuse from his father and he ran away from home to escape it. He was also rejected as Trial Captain for unknown reasons. After failing to become a Trial Captain, Guzma formed Team Skull with other kids who failed the Trial vowing to destroy the very same traditions that shattered his dreams."

This is a great opening for a character, his motivation is relatable and not some grand over-the-top nonsense. He's a guy who feels he got shafted and when no one backed him up he said "screw you guys, I'm gonna show you you're wrong and make you suffer for doubting me". This alone would work to make me like him, but then they go and make him even more sympathetic. There's some hints of his dad being a possible abusive prick (I say possible because GameFreak likes to leave the fucked up stuff to the creatures more often than the people characters and I'm not 100% on this). He longs for approval and recognition, the man wants respect, so much so he is the henchman to Lusamine who is playing him like a fiddle by giving him the slightest bit of attention (fucking bitch!). Bro, I just want to jump into the game and tell him he's better than this. He's a bug trainer! This man made bug types cool to me! And his love for his bugs, especially his Golisopod, is so damn precious.

Game Freak knows he's awesome because they made Guzma too cool to join that shitshow crew Rainbow Rocket. Dude helps you take all those baddies down like the mother fucking boss he is. Not only this, but it was to Guzma of all people that Ash finally became a league champion and that battle was epic as fuck! Sadly, they would try to rehash this greatness and, frankly, it just isn't good (Team Yell and Star). Still, as much as I don't care for Pokémon as much as I used to, I still follow blogs on here that are about Guzma. Shout out to elbdot who has a long-running still going strong Pokémon Sun/Moon comic series with best boi Guzma being a key character, I love it so much!]

[cynthiaandsamus]

(While reading Olympus I've been thinking about the philosophy of Part 2 and part of it has always kind of bugged me, like each Lostbelt seems more perfect than the last and we just happen to find some wrinkle to justify it being bad even though I'm sure a lot of people suffering in this world would take that tradeoff for some of these places, like regardless of how bad some of them are underneath it would be better for people to live like that even if we see it as 'unearned' from the outside perspective and it felt like the bad stuff was just tacked on as an afterthought to be like "Oh yeah blow it up, it's okay, it doesn't have the suffering of the real world so it's not REAL. And that bothered me, it read to me like the point of living in the real world IS the suffering, like if we somehow managed to cure world hunger we'd be the next on the chopping block because the unanswering weird force that decides what good history is wants us to keep suffering. And I get the whole "Kingdom Hearts is Light" thing they're going for with the best in humanity and all that but it just seemed so weird on a humanitarian level to be like "yeah this is fine" to all the abject suffering in the (Fate version of the) world.

And then something kinda clicked for me, I remember watching Apocrypha and that anime is very weird because I dunno about the novel but the anime makes it seem like they're not really sure why Shirou Amakusa is bad until they get to his place, like they don't know what his fucking plan is and just kinda assume it's bad and will kill as many people as possible based on that baseless accusation, but when they finally hear his plan for the Salvation of humanity there's no Human Instrumentality darkness behind it, like it would fundamentally just be good for everyone but they still reject it based on the idea that "If you hand salvation to humanity they'll never know if they could've done it themselves." now in Apocrypha because this kinda comes out of nowhere late in the game it just sounds like Sieg's butthurt about Shirou killing his waifu and basically committed to stopping the 'evil' plan they all sacrificed so many people for and makes it sound like people have to "earn" the right to not suffer and die for nothing which again I get the idea it's going for but you're still saying "Hey the world is on fire but I'm not gonna fix it because Shirou Amakusa's not a present-day dude, sorry Haiti, keep starving".

But I think FGO does this a lot better because if you apply the "If you hand salvation to humanity they'll never know if they could've done it themselves" moral to the Lostbelts something becomes a lot clearer, the salvation humanity receives in every Lostbelt is flawed BECAUSE it's not something humanity earned for itself, because it was something gifted by divine force and powers beyond the peoples' control and also because if they wrote actualy good places for us to blow up it'd be too dark to sell to horny teenagers but shhh. It's not saying that if we stop suffering humanity will stagnate, it's saying that the only end to suffering that will be worth it is one that humanity creates itself. Something that isn't human can't create a truly perfect ending for humanity. This also kinda bugged me in Apocrypha because they start talking about how human magic can reach the point of being soulblobs on its own if people believe in themselves or whatever and that's just not something applicable to real life since that power system doesn't exist and the idea that we can create anything like that in any sort of realistic world is hopelessly naive, but as far-flung as the FGO version of it is, even if it'll probably never happen, it emphasizes it's the only thing worth doing.

[jetaloen]

fock it im making a new NEW 🆕 info post w the shitty too-small tadayo pixel now too. possibly more to be added. 😳

the setting

eventually i need to become the scenery drawing master bc this cannot stand. honest to god, the evangelion screenshot that's very, abyssmally small is the closest thing i have to what this particular town looks like in my head.

it's a mostly wooden, japanese-style fishing village with many piers that's only recently started to get repairs. it's become pretty populated quite suddenly. the village is fortified naturally by mountains, and there is a large desert surrounding those mountains.

there is a business in hunting for and selling old world artifacts, including art, tools, food, technology, and clothing. it's been long enough that some areas do not have access to education about things from the old world, and such things are attributed new meanings. technology only progressed up to the early 2000's, and is very difficult to get up and running, let alone maintain. the case is more or less the same with cars; travel by boat is highly preferred and many cities have canals. where there is no water, pack animals are used, but some who can afford or find them use bikes and motorcycles.

old weapons? i'll get to those later at some point

the characters

rohan shibata: formerly the samurai bodyguard of tadayo hojo. rohan was happy to die on the battlefield and get away from a stagnant life where hojo obsessed over him and orchestrated an arranged marriage for him that would halt rohan from ever leaving the region. upon rohan's death, his beheaded body was brought back to the capital by hojo, who had him reanimated via a talisman. however, this ritual cursed rohan, forcing him to feed vampirically on the innards of other humans via draining them like an assassin bug. as rohan grapples with the facts that he's alive again, still with hojo, has lost his humanity and can never eat normally again, and will never get to live the simple life he used to dream of, he leaves the region abruptly.

rohan is relaxed, quiet, and keeps to himself. he is well-liked, both in his home region and in the new town, but few people actually know him. he's a kind of this homebody with grandpa hobbies. rohan is widely sought after by men and women alike, but secretly revels in rejecting people. he's quite pessimistic, guilt-ridden (especially bc his transformation forces him to kill to eat), and very, monumentally depressed.

kallinikos katopodis/kato/any number of random ass names: a traveling merchant, tech wiz, and wannabe historian, but in truth, he is an immortal with massive memory gaps who has been trying to amass knowledge for many years. he is a liar who desperately wants attention and acknowledgement for his intellect and accomplishments, but struggles to get close to others due to emotional problems and social anxiety. kato has a massive superiority complex in regard to his skill with machines and historical knowledge. he is sometimes prone to violent breakdowns when he thinks people only notice his appearance, especially because he often has to rely on seduction to get what he wants from people. despite his faults, he is very curious and works hard. though he has a distinct fashion and music taste, his taste in almost everything else is very unrefined.

matei cojoc aka alecto: only recently returned home after the very small tech company he worked for fell apart. he's not too open about what they were doing at the company, but his younger sister nikki suspects he feels very guilty. alecto is fresh meat in this town, as nikki only moved here after he left for his job. as such, alecto is overwhelmed by the attention he receives. augustus and yves vie for his friendship, especially after learning he has befriended the other. alecto takes his nickname from his favorite rpg character, who is a demon woman. he loves games and computers.

nicoleta cojoc aka nikki: a clerk at one of the most popular goods shops in town, she is a likable and feisty, if somewhat lazy, young woman. nikki is probably the only character who could legitimately befriend any of the others. she worries constantly about her brother alecto, but is oblivious to yves and augustus' weird feud over him. she's befriended and dated many people in town and is privy to gossip, but she is also one of the few truly reliable people there. she is well-taken care of by her boss, who is an older woman.

augustus chuluunbold: she comes from a large family and was considered in her youth (...and her adulthood...) to be a bit of a rascally problem child. she's trying to get better, but isn't very welcome, especially in the local breakdance spaces that yves monopolizes. because she thinks she has no other skills and is too depressed to put herself out there or apply herself, her grandfather dotes on her, and is the significant source of her growth as a person. she is difficult, takes nothing seriously, and often jokes. she has a weirdly complicated crush on nikki.

yves gotoda: THE breakdance prodigy of the village. a large reason that the scene has bloomed locally, he is credited with bringing outsiders to town and helping the economy flourish. yves has no family remaining, considering his dance community his family; he welcomes new students all the time, but those who progress through his lessons are often weeded out by his strict methods. he does not look down on those who fail, however, and is seen as a benevolent figure locally. that being said, yves is vengeful to a fault towards those who hurt his family, and resents augustus deeply over beef they had in the past. his influence bars her from rejoining the community. yves has a rather high opinion of himself and is very ambitious.

gwyn loizou: a hermit-like woman who appears in town every once in a while to sell produce. she is quiet and stern, but the village people adore her, and she is well supported by them when she stops by for the season. formerly, she was in a relationship of some kind with kato; now, she has turned her affections onto rohan.

tadayo hojo: the third generation head of the hojo clan, one of many "old clans" in the modern, environmentally destroyed era that looks to reclaim their old culture at the cost of the people and land around them. hojo's gentle bearing belies his sadism and controlling tendencies. he believes might makes right, and sees himself as a savior of the meek. rohan's relationship to him is very complicated; he hates hojo because he's a disgusting, controlling asshole, but hojo also easily succumbs to rohan's whims and manipulation and will do literally whatever he says.

[nonbinarydeity]

Awakening, an overview

Long post ahead!!

Within our lifetimes, there will be an awakening of Love within the hearts of all of humanity, the elemental kingdom, and mother earth. Everything that we see has a flame of love within it, and so that means that it is alive, just as we are. It may not experience consciousness in the same way that we do, and it may not even breathe or have organs, but it is alive with love nonetheless.

All life is precious. We are all a part of this one life, and that is something to be celebrated and joyfully loved! Unfortunately, many of us take this life for granted, and we do not see a need to give back to the world in any way. This is due to the control that our systems have placed upon us, the idea that we are here for ourselves only and that we each have to fend for ourselves on our own. This simply isn't the case, we are social creatures by nature and we are one with nature. We are meant to be loving and kind to everything, even the smallest bugs or the rocks, and especially our fellow human siblings. We are all a part of one big human family, and it is time for us to start working together again.

The shift towards love is already well underway; in fact, it is past the point of no return and now every being on the planet will either awaken, or die and return to their source to be reincarnated to learn their lessons in another lifetime. Other souls will choose to be purified with source love and not return to life, and that is a perfectly fine path as well.

Love is a very powerful energy! It is our very essence, the core of what makes us alive. Love spreads rapidly when giving the proper time to evolve slowly at first, and we have reached the point of exponential growth of love on Earth.

Love will blaze through every heart, and each individual will follow their soul's journey through their karmic lessons and back into love. This love will help each individual take resposibility for their own thoughts, words, actions, and emotions, as well as establish a solid foundation for each person to claim and know their personal truths.

We are all creators. We all create our own life circumstances as a reflection of our thoughts, words, actions, and desires, as well as contributing to the collective consciousness, which is mirrored by the Earth itself. Desires create thoughts and emotions, which we can then choose to act on or reject. If a desire is not in alignment with us, it will reflect into our lives in negative ways, to show us that we must reconsider what we want at that time.

When we are focused on our own individual gain, our desires become corrupt and reflect negatively into our lives, as well as the collective. It is only by learning to desire for the good of ALL that we come to understand our true power as creators. When we desire good for all, we create goodness and peace for everyone to share and enjoy. No goodness is ever lost, and love only grows, so there is no reason not to give as much as you can!

Each individual will have a deep inner knowing that they are here to serve in some way. This is the most basic human desire: the desire to help. We are good and loving by nature, just look at any disaster and you will see many volunteers helping those in need!

We will gain an understanding that we are not separate from one another. We are all united by life, and we all have love and goodness within us. This makes us all equals. We are social by nature, we are here to connect and learn from one another, to help each other grow, and to create more and new love.

Each individual will follow their own path, and as such will be guided by themselves most of all. Each individual also has at least one guardian angel, and a team of light to assist them on their journeys. It is highly encouraged for you to connect with your own personal guides and ask for assistance, as well as your higher self. In addition, there are myriad beings of light helping planet Earth to ascend at this time, and so many will feel called to ask for outside help beyond their own personal guides and angels. You will be guided to the beings you will want to talk to, so there is no need to seek this information until you feel ready to.

Each person MUST learn to follow their own inner voice, which is that part of them that comes from the formless "I am" that we all are. This I Am Presence can be accessed through simple meditation, daily, and as often as possible. It is best to begin a daily routine of meditation, even for just a few seconds at a time. The more you practice, the easier this will become, and it will benefit you spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically.

Meditation will become a cornerstone of daily life for most people. When someone wishes to know something, they will most likely turn within for the answers first, before trusting any outside sources. It is therefore best to begin to learn to trust your own experiences and feelings over anything else, and to start unravelling the web of false ideas that have been told to you by other people.

The outer world is a reflection of your desires, beliefs, thoughts, actions, and words. It is also, on a bigger scale, a reflection of the collective consciousness, which shows in the Earth herself. On an individual level, daily life challenges will show you what you are holding onto and what you need to feel and release. As each emotion surfaces, it is best to feel them completely, and forgive yourself and all others involved, before letting the emotion and all associated thoughts flow into your heart to be felt, and out through your feet to the earth to be purified in her crystal grid.

The more you observe your mind and your life, the more correlation between the two you will notice. Write down these "coincidences", as there will likely be many more than you would expect! This will help you build your faith in your own ability to create. Also write down times where things seem to work out for you without much effort, especially after you release some heavy emotional energy. This will help build your faith that everything is always working out for the best. This is always true, no matter how horrible things may seem.

The truth is, we are all so so blessed to be on this earth during this time, and we are so blessed to be alive. It is time we learn to give back to the world for gifting us this life, in the ways that work the best for us. As long as you give from love, without expecting anything in return, you will be doing a perfect job!

The more you give freely with love, the better you will feel. A sense that "I am good" will begin to permeate your awareness, and you will begin to recognize your inherent worth. Many people do not give simply because they believe that one person cannot do much, but the truth is that love spreads and grows every time we give it freely, and so every act of love is a true miracle and a blessing upon the earth and all involved.

[miniagula]

gayeon is so personally compelling its actually insane how she's not the main antagonist

ik i talk a lot of love for her but her goals are specific and she becomes more understandable w each chapter of nest's corruption. like. in s1 we had no idea what she meant abt nest being a lie and just thought it was Villains Being Villains, but further along we learn that she was a STUDENT. that she was a TOP STUDENT. in line for cinderella and one of Ji's fondest and brightest, ostracized due to her skill and the terrifying nature of her complex.

and the reason her madness hits so hard is bc prior to suchan vs ji, we had no reason to believe that nest would ever do something inconceivable to their students. but to deal with a student undergoing malignant side-effects of his complex, before anything else, their first choices were violence. and that continues to be their first choice into s2!

and ALLLLA THIS is BEFORE you factor in that gayeon is suchan's narrative parallel and "villain equivalent"!!!!! the both of them were solid academic candidates with powerful complexes they had a strong genetic affinity for (ones that they hated and kept trying to reject, no less!), who were placed in life-threatening situations that swallowed their sense of reason. (and i will be eternally screaming over what the fuck was it that triggered gayeon's madness and how she learned nest's corruption) the biggest difference is that suchan had the love and support of his friends to outlast his complex's side-effects (to WANT to outlast, i should say) and gayeon never did. she was characteristically alone, the one thing so many bugs in this series are desperate to prevent.

you can see it in their reactions to nest being a cage. where gayeon wants to destroy it, suchan's first thought, even while technically being allied against nest, is that he doesn't want to hurt the place he has so much love for. that he'll do what it takes to change things first.

yes, she works for breeder, but i genuinely don't think she cares abt his Perfect World as much as she wants to burn nest to the ground. her fixation on her scar and the decision to not show her reaction when he mentioned ji's coma said a LOT.

& honestly speaking of breeder we've a got a weird tell-don't-show thing goin on w him, where we're told he wants power to make the world exactly the same But With Bugs and we're told he was a victim of the current human society, but it's hard to sympathize or care when we see none of it.

in any case. god i need suchan and gayeon to fight or talk or smth it's nuts how we're currently in an arc all abt nest's betrayal to its students and gayeon or breeder are nowhere to be found

[naturalorderofallthings]

Rio and Animals

WARNING: this post will mention animal and pet death!

Rio is a shapeshifter. Depending on what kind of creature she is taking to the other side, she will change her shape accordingly. So, she will be a dog for dogs, a cat for cats and so on and so forth.

Her True Form will also adjust to the species. Her face will always look like a skull but it will be that animal's skull.

When taking pet souls, she may make herself look like that pet's most loved human to help them crossover.

Animal souls usually don't need much guidance to the other side, though. Unlike humans, most of them are capable of finding their way easily. Pets are more complicated because of their attachment to their humans.

In her Realm, most of Rio's animal shapes look more fantastical than their earthly counterpart. Most of them have part of their fur/scales/feathers replaced by leaves, petals or vines.

However, on Earth, the animal shapes will just look like normal animals. But she likes to pick colors and breeds! Her cat shape can vary between a common American Shorthair, a Maine Coon or a Sphynx, the furry shapes will always have a tortoiseshell coat.

Her dog shape is either a very fluffy mutt or a Mexican Hairless Dog.

Animals that are commonly known as omens of death, such as crows, are naturally attracted to her energy and like to orbit around her whenever she's on Earth, whether in her corporeal or non-corporeal form. She feels a little guilty for their fame.

She has a soft spot for the rejected ones such as spiders, snakes, bugs in general, amphibians... Like herself, these animals are usually misunderstood and hated, but extremely necessary for balance.

She calls tiny arthopods such as bugs, arachnids and isopods "little ones".

Her Realm is one made of Nature itself, thus, many of the animal souls that she takes become permanent residents there.

Her tarantula, Café, is mythical and has been with her for centuries. Rio has a really cool tank in her cottage in her realm for her :)

She has other animals back home too, but Café is the only one that travels with her.

She can sense animal's Life Threads (I will post a hc about Life Threads soon I prommy) and call them up to her as well as command them to do things for her.

[simmie-stories]

Gen 5. Belle #59 Healed

The next morning, Adam sought out Belle first thing. "Belle, I want to show you something."

Adam knew that Belle needed his prized angelfish, and he was willing to give it up for her sake.

"Are you feeling better today, Adam? What was it you wanted to show me?"

"Belle. You can have the angelfish. I know your father is your world, and I had robbed you of your time with him."

This act of giving seemed to have an effect on the curse. At last, Adam was able to transform to his human self.

I finally figured out it was some sort of bug and had to go through CAS to change Adam back to human form...

Adam wanted Belle with him for this crucial moment.

"Belle! I'm ... me!"

Demonstrating he was no longer a self-absorbed, selfish prince, Adam was no longer accursed to remain a beast.

Even though I don't have Lovestruck and it says they're lovebirds, Belle was rejecting ALL of his flirty moves and their romance bar kept decreasing. Finally I added likes/dislikes so they could become compatible enough to romance. Considering how he treated her initially, it made sense for Belle! But it wasted so many sims days...

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Hello, this is Bug yet again. ^^; Could you help with elaborating on another newly-forming headmate? It is very much based around industrial music (specifically the Halber Mensch album by Einstürzende Neubauten, if that detail helps), it rejects its humanity and wishes to become a demon, vampire, or some other "dark and deadly" species, and it enjoys violent horror movies and video games. It is likely a protector, though it is somewhat unruly. It is currently going by "Marrow" and would like some more "out there" or edgy name suggestions. It is also very fond of hyenas. We would love if you could include the color palette, personality traits, role performance, and identity add-ons, if that isn't too much. :) Thank you so much.

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✦ Name(s): Marrow, Teeth, Midnight, Flesh ✦ Pronouns: it/its, they/them, x/xs/xself, ix/ixs/ixself, et/ets/etself ✦ Species: alterhuman ✦ Age: age slider (26-34) ✦ Role(s): protector, interest holder, identity holder ✦ Labels: agender, xenogender, kenochoric, macarshric, daroric, aroace, cupiorose ✦ Xenos: monsters, blood, meat ✦ Likes: movies, horror, taxidermy ✦ Dislikes: being provoked ✦ Music taste: industrial, post-punk, noise music ✦ Aesthetic(s): art deco, horror aesthetic, meatcore ✦ Objectum attraction(s): knives, buildings ✦ Kins: vampires, demons, hyenas ✦ Color palette: black, maroon, dark purple, muted lavender ✦ Personality traits: intelligent, misanthropic, refined ✦ Emoji proxy: 🔪🥩 ✦ Details:

Marrow is bodily human but identifies more as a "monster" than as a human, where "monster" is a general word they use to describe darker or more violent folkloric creatures, such as vampires, demons, and werewolves. It holds the system's feelings of non-humanity, especially where there is any sense of disgust associated with humanity. It relates to hyenas and sees the system as its pack.

✦ Role performance:

Marrow is a protector of the system, but less in a way where it cares about the authorities of the system and views protecting the system as self-preservation. It can handle just about any amount of stress the system could be under, but it does react against personal provocations. In addition to holding the system's non-human feelings, it also holds their interests in horror and film, especially the intersection of the two.

✦ Identity:

Marrow's lack of identification with the gender binary is tied to its lack of identification with non-humanity. It identifies as agender, xenogender, kenochoric (leaning heavily towards the themes of eeriness and non-humanity), and macarshric (particularly the violent aspects of the gender). It does not experience romantic or sexual attraction, but it doesn't mind engaging in those acts with people who understand there is no real attraction involved.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]