#lab coat lore

[quietmeltdown]

just a boy and his beef with his kind-of-father figure’s widely debated “cursed lab coat”

a small dynamic i was experimenting with because i like to see how my characters act around each other in completely unrelated and ridiculous circumstances with subtle emotional, mental and symbolic dive-ins because i’m fucking evil and love to study them like rab rats:

[dork-a-doodle]

Animal Talent!Scar and his trusty steed, Jellie the cat!

Also I wanted to infodump about the ConVex in this AU:

Fairies become Vexes when directly exposed to large amounts of corrupted magic which changes them both physically and mentally, making them vicious and blood thirsty

The process is reversible, but requires restraining the Vex which can be quite the challenge. And even when cured, the Vex magic will leave permanent changes to the fairy’s body, like lingering blue pigmentation, slightly sharpened teeth and altered wing shape

Neither Cub nor Scar will tell anyone how exactly they managed to expose themselves to enough corrupted magic to get turned into Vexes

But based on the faces they make when asked, it probably happened because they were doing something very, very stupid.

[zorakas]

Watch me make 'em bow, your silence is my favorite sound, you should see me in a crown

I think he likes his job a little too much 😅

[meisnegative]

Made a lore thingy!

This is the lore thingy

Tried drawing in minnowtime's style

I tried to draw in @minnowtime's art style, it's not great but it's something.

[sunnyknight-original]

Dear My Dear -

an @forgettable-au fan-slideshow

At the end of their journey, Sans has remembered everything. And theres only one question on his mind now…

*now what?

Its lore time. omg theres so much-

The way ill organize this…lIll start with the GENERAL thing, before getting more spesific, and explain each slide in way too much detail.

THE BIGGER PICTURE

This is the hypothetical end to their journey. Sans and Papyrus remember what happened, and this is how Sans is handling it. A letter to Wingdings.

I was hesitant to make this at first for obvious reasons- we dont know how its gonna end!!! But I took this more as a “what if ?” scenario. IF they ever remember anything, how would Sans specifically, react? I mean thats gotta be tough.

Because of that though, lot of what happened to lead up to this is kept vague.

ill explain in way more detail how Sans got to the point of writing this letter, and how he feels in the end when I explain each slide individually. But the reason why, the MAIN ISSUE is…

Over the years, hes put so much effort into enjoying what he has. And- nothings even changed!!! So why does he feel so much has? Now that he remembers what he lost…WHO he lost. He cant help but have this voice in the back of his head that says “would it have been better if that never happened? if Papyrus never existed?” and of course he absolutely hates to think that! but the voice gets louder. Writing this letter, is an act of closure. Of laying to rest someone he never got to. Someone he never even really got to do much with.

(Excuse the shitty quality of the images- I promise they’re better. WATCH THE VIDEO)

my dear wingdings,)

Sans says “wingdings” here instead of “brother”. that’s important. Also its on a white void, showing a sorta “heavenly imagery” with the mention of Wingdings. Also Gaster is in a BLACK void, but hes talking about WD here, so, contradictions.

you never came back, and now…after remembering everything everything clearly i understand why.)

Sans and Papyrus are sitting by a fire at night. They are both sorta lost in their own worlds at the moment, but are more or less leaning on one another for comfort and support. They both need each other right now despite each other being the whole reason why they feel the way they do right now-

Papyrus is notably no longer wearing the white coat that somewhat resembles a lab coat. Symbolism! Growth!

(art note: I drew Sans as a lefty in this- cherish it. It was so hard to draw these hands at these angles- CHERISH IT.)

i don’t imagine you’ll receive this letter, but i, nonetheless, must send it. wingdings….oh ‘dings…)

the first part is somewhat of a self aware/sarcastic joke. Sans is writing this letter for himself- he doesn’t imagine Wingdings, the dead man, will ever see it. Nor would Gaster care to read it. Thats another important thing, this is NOT a letter for Gaster. This is a letter for Wingdings. which is for Sans

The star in the sky symbolizes a few different things- the main one being Wingdings ofc. But also Papyrus’ expectations of himself- which mainly come from who he was. He’s looking at it, reflecting, thinking of what Wingdings did, and what Papyrus has done. Who he is NOW, and if he ever was Wingdings.

Or if Wingdings just became him.

A square is a rectangle, but a rectangle isn’t a square type thing.

i was just starting to dream the silliest- the softest of dreams. i miss you. and i will always miss you.)

2 contradictions, what Sans used to think, vs what he knows now. The memories were fuzzy- he couldn’t remember The Royal Scientist, he just feels like he remembers some nice times. Before now knowing everything clearly. And he still misses it- slightly.

The reflections are blacked out at first, before showing their future selves. Before, there was no connection to the present because it wasnt true. It felt like/was 2 completely different things

but i cannot live like that.)

Sans can still tell, even without the rose tinted glasses view he used to have, he cant live missing the past and not living in the present. He always knew that, but repeating it here makes him feel better.

Pictured is Sans and Papyrus hiking up the mountain next to the city as the sun sets. Papyrus is in full view of the light, but is facing away in order to help Sans see it too. Symbolism!

and it seems you cannot live any other way.)

another reference to the fact that Wingdings cant live… at all now. But also an awareness that part of him lives on in Gaster. The thing that killed him.

I doubt hes going to change in any way by the end of the comics, he’s far to obsessive about angels and the player for childish stuff like “growth” and “changing for the better as a human being”

when i was with you, the world made sense. but now that we are apart, i see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape.)

When they were together, they knew what they wanted to be. They wanted to be scientists. But after being apart so long and experiencing so much uncertainty, Sans finds that mindset is unhealthy. Again, a lot of this is stuff he already knew, but is repeating to himself because after remembering everything, he feels as if hes back at square one.

As kids they would test echo flowers, for science purposes! We don’t know yet if WDs voice comes through on them, but I imagine not… maybe. But for this we’re gonna say no. Their speech bubbles are trying so hard to be circles- the scribbles also somewhat resemble stars because I thought that’d be fun.

But the last slide has it shown that he dug them out, also for science purposes!

He took the echo flowers from their roots, much later on in his lab career. That in itself isnt that bad, but it symbolizes that he doesn’t care much for taking things slow. He wants to test with echo flowers? **TAKES EVERY SINGLE ONE WITHIN A 100 MILE RADIUS**

Also the empty holes reflects sort of what happened after he died. All of the underground was left with holes to fill. Sans, a childhood/brother. Alphys, the royal scientist. Those are the main ones but he was THE ROYAL SCIENTIST im sure there were more (smaller) holes that may or may not have been filled.

Ok and the last thing the flowers being taken out represent- he took the ones specifically from when they were kids, and abandoned what was left for the grass to grow tall and the entire area to be, in general, a lot flatter. In his quest to basically never grow up and continue being the thing he KNEW he wanted to be since kindergarten- he’s taken everything and left the rest in the dust. He’s The Royal Scientist now, he “doesn’t need anything else.”

i’m so sorry. for everything. for everything long ago, and for starting up that machine again.

Sans knows he could have been better. He could have done things differently, and that thought messes with him, even before he remembered.

The 2nd image is Sans at Grillbys after another failed attempt to get Wingdings outside. Despite the fact that he could have done things differently, theres no real reason to be “sorry” But still, he cant help but feel like he should be. He could have done things differently- could have tried harder, and gotten Wingdings out more often- or at all.

Im not sure where the machine in Sans’ lab comes into play in this AU, but it worked for the purposes of this audio.

theres a good man within you, wingdings. but he is wrestling with a giant. and the giant WINS time and again.)

Before everything, there was still a good man inside Wingdings that Sans saw. But now that he’s Gaster he just cant see him ever changing... and yknow what hes probably right. Like Papyrus says! Anyone can be a good person if they just try!…Gaster just isnt trying

“Wins” being emphasized here, I enjoy, since its sorta a video gamey term. The giant hes wrestling is that/the player, after all. Also probably his ego

I also had fun with kid Wingdings and what he’s drawing. Ofc its all him and Sans plus silly little stars, but him being finished drawing Sans, but not yet finished drawing himself, symbolizes the fact that at that age he still didn’t really know what he wanted to be, I feel like Wingdings kinda remembers the past wrong. Sure he definitely had science on the mind, but younger kids are often filled with questions, he questions if thats truly where he’d be the happiest.

Thats the good man within him

you’ve broken my soul again, and i fear i have broken yours. and for that i will never forgive myself, but i need to let you go now.)

the star represents, again, Wingdings. And the moon represents Sans, which shines only under the Suns (Papyrus’) light.

The sun is beginning to rise, and Sans and Papyrus are beginning to leave. Sans puts out the fire, closing this chapter of his life.

Because of every reason he needed to relearn/re-reflect on listed here, hes ready to let Wingdings go now. Sans is the one to put out the fire here, and not Papyrus, cause this is from the perspective of how SANS handles putting this issue to rest. Papyrus can have his own fire to put out later

Another thing about putting out the fire, thats just kinda common knowledge to do especially at a public camping spot. Yknow what else is common knowledge to do so you dont disrupt the community?? NOT REPLANTING FLOWERS-

Its not that deep…but still-

i send you the radio you made many years ago when we were kids. not because i dont want it, but… because i care for it far too much and it reminds me too much of you.)

CALL BACK!!!!!!

Sans leaves this last memento to Wingdings, the last thing they have that has nothing to do with Papyrus. Because at this point theres no reason to keep it, in Sans’ mind at least. There’s also no reason to destroy it- Like he says, hes not leaving it out of malice, theres just no good that will come from keeping it and holding onto the past.

As the sun rises, here we see the brothers leaving. in contrast to before, Sans is helping Papyrus down. Helping him down from the spotlight, the expectations he’s set upon himself. Another kick that Papyrus still has much more to reflect on and think about, he’s still looking back at that light, at a shooting star, at everything he thought he wanted to be.

i hope one day you will find some kind people who with appreciate you. for it kept me thinking of you all these years.)

GASTER FOLLOWERS!!!

Despite everything, Sans still wants whats left of Wingdings, Gaster, to be happy and find something, anyone, that will give him true happiness. It’s left ambiguous however if they truly do, do that for him. If it’s at all healthy.

cause frankly i have no idea how theyll be included. but just like everything- i cant wait to find out

EDIT: something important (and really wordy-) I just remembered and forgot to mention: the wording change “i hope you will find some kind people who will appreciate you”. I chose this because I think it’s the thing Wingdings and Papyrus just want the most. To be appreciated- to be loved for who they are. Sans is/has been so happy that Papyrus has found those people in Undyne, Toriel, Asgore, and…hopefullllyyy Alphys? And now that Sans remembers Wingdings, and remembers how badly he wanted that, and how he never did. Sans cant help but feel horrible for him, and in turn, Gaster. Sans forgives Wingdings, and loves Papyrus…and….he just wants the best for Gaster. He hopes he can find true happiness in that twisted mind of his…

and i hope by returning it to you, i can finally be free. goodbye.

- your brother

As the sun rises, the star gets smaller and smaller and eventually the sun replaces it. Remember when I said Papyrus represents the sun? SYMBOLISM!!!

Also about that, the star shines brighter than anything, but the Sun is among a lot of clouds, depicting how isolated Wingdings is/was despite shining the brightest, vs Papyrus who also does indeed shine! but isn’t isolated whatsoever.

Now, remember when I said Sans saying “my dear wingdings” instead of “my dear brother” was important? well, he acknowledges that he is still Wingdings’ brother, despite everything. So he signs off as “your brother” but… He’ll always try to remember Wingdings fondly…but…he’s unsure if he considers Wingdings his brother anymore- just because of how much they’ve changed. Thats why the whole thing is called Dear My Dear.

the radio + letter remains there in the end. I briefly played with the idea of having them disappear as the sun came out, implying that Gaster took the radio and reas the letter, but that was before I realized it was much better for this to be for Wingdings specifically, not Gaster/Wingdings/whatever.

FINALE!!! PLUS SOME BEHIND THE SCENES INFO!!!

weeps pitifully this was probably the most fun i’ve had with a project/the most happy i’ve come out of one. Learned lots about my process’ and what works! so thats awesome It took a while to make, so theres a lot of stuff I changed or ideas I scrapped that I find interesting, so im gonna show some of that on my side/shitpost account, @o-sunny-day

also isnt this so awesome???? I got a computer so I got to post more images than just 10, THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!

Have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! Heres to being a bigger, better, and different person this year! except not really because despite everything its still you.

un-unless you…got shattered across time and space…. then you’re-

well I mean that-….. hm…

does that…? hmm, well….

[biblicallyaccuratemoth]

INTRODUCTION POST!

Hello there. I'm Mina (she/her), also known as @biblicallyaccuratemoth.

I'm a late twenties trans woman living in the United States and trying to take things one day at a time. The majority of the content on this blog is trans-based content, but sometimes I do take some detours to make stuff about my writing, media I like, or whatever else I'm in the mood for.

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If you've read my comics, you may see some recurring characters. For the easiest viewing experience, here are some recurring faces:

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If you see a disgruntled Catboy, that's my twin brother. He prefers to keep his name under wraps, so I'll refer to him here as Sonata.

The dark-haired dork (affectionate) in a lab coat is my boyfriend. He's maybe the sweetest person I've ever met, and he lets me talk nonstop about Godzilla lore. I think that's what love is.

I will also on occasion draw myself as one of two different Moth-based characters. Blob-Moth, which has no human features, is usually reserved for posting about Autism and stickers. While Moth, the Moth-Girl, shows up when I want to add a little more spice to my artwork. And sometimes I get bored of drawing normal human features and crave more of a challenge.

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[lady-ashfade]

Cantober: can you do Yandere class 1a doing a trick-or-treat contest!

🍬 Candy Competition 🍬

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yan!Class 1A x Gn!Reader

Fall Tober Day 2

WARNINGS: Yandere, Light-Hearted, Reader being tugged around, short but cute, rushed ending.

GENRA: Imagine/HC’s

WORDS: 1.5k

A/N: where have I been? That’s interesting- I had surprising surgery and it took all my motivation away, so I have been recovering from that….Yayyy

All weeks lead to this moment. All that time you spent putting on makeup in your mirror, saving to buy that costume, and time it spent to get it right- all came down to this moment.

“Has everyone brought a coat?” Iida shouts above your wailing classmates as they all express their excitement. It was a really nice sight to see everyone so happy and not at each other’s throats. The girls complementing one other on their costumes, taking pictures and hyping up the other. While the boys did the same, it was different. Like, some of them had fake weapons and decided to have a soft fight.

Izuku was dressed as…Of course it’s allmight but one of his old suits. He was explaining the lore to todoroki who stood there with a calm expression in a vampire outfit. It was plain, you knew he just walked into a store and then threw on whatever was in the packet. But, he looked lovely nonetheless.

“Love your costume,” a voice popped up from behind you, following with a pair of hands tugging on your outfit. Turning around you see a floating costume — Hagakure was speaking. You smile and slight shuffling away, hoping to not draw attention to leaning away from the touch.

“Thanks! It cost a lot but it was worth it!!” You shout and show it off with your hands as you giggle happily.

It took a minute to realize what she had on before your mouth started to squeak with excitement, “You’re costume is so perfect, it makes it more scary.” if she wasn’t invisible she would have turn a different shade by now. She was going as Raven from teen titans, it was cool to see it just floating and no one behind the hood.

“I also think you look wonderful” a shy but perky voice chirps. You look to the side and see koda with a shy look on his face, red tented cheeks and a avoided gaze. He was dressed up in a white lab coat, well more of a doctors coat plus all the equipment.

You giggled and reach for the bird on his shoulder who graciously allows you to pet its head, “Dr. Dolittle? A little on the nose,” as the bird pushes its head back into your hand while koda freaks out a bit, but you are quick to dismiss his embarrassment.

“Not a bad thing tho! I honestly like your costume, plus you have so many animals— it’s easily my favorite.”

Suddenly everyone went quiet, all eyes turned to you and you awkwardly shuffled. Tension filled the air and you dropped your hand from the bird who whined at the loss. “What? Why are you all staring at me?” It didn’t take but a few seconds before everyone crowned around you, pushing poor koda away before showing off their amazing costumes.

“What about me? You said you loved my costume,” Mina pouts her lips as she plays with her skirt. You quickly tried to comfort her, “So you think I look cute? Awe baby!!” She went to kiss you before Kaminari got in her place in front of you. 

“I’m a handsome devil!! Flynn Rider, from your fav Disney movie,” a week before this he begged you to be Rapunzel and even though you declined he still kept the costume. He heard you say flynn was hot, so obviously you think he’s hot now. “Don’t fight it, or the smolder.” And he pulls out the exact face flynn does in the movie….How long did he practice that?

“You helped me make the costume,” Shouji lift up his shoulders and moves is arms- he was Doc Ock. And you did help him when he asked, honestly you picked it out for him. Once you suggested it and he planned on doing what you wanted.

“I believe I get a chance to speak,” Todoroki raises his hand amongst the crowd before people talk over him.

They are all shouting now, each one of them getting pushed, many hands tried to grab you, and yet when they tried to kiss you or flirt it went over your head because something else was happening.

“Everyone stop yelling!” A loud and annoyed voice echoes over everyone, making the whole class stop and straighten up. You sigh in relief, thanking your teacher in your mind for saving you. “Everyone pay attention, you have two hours to complete this area. Who ever gets the most candy wins.”

As usual, The Dekusquad pair up, along with the Dakusquad and the more chill ones group together. “What do we win?” Denki asks while everyone nods.

“Two tickets to see F/B.” Mic pops out of nowhere and announces the prize. You let out a streak of excitement and everyone turns.

“I’m winning this thing!” your obsessed classmate glare at each other, there was only one way to get this right- is to make sure you win! Or, win themselves and take you — either way they wanna play tug of war for your attention.

Everyone including you lined up at the gates and you noticed a timer above the arch. It looks real, you think as you stare at the fake town in front of you. It was to dangerous to have the whole school in the city when you guys seem to have targets on your back, so they built a whole small city inside the USJ!! You heard that some parents are here, actors and even pro!heros who have the time to spare.

As the clock counted down in the tenths you started to fiddle, same as your classmates while getting impatient. “Good luck everyone! Sorry if I happened to get competitive.” you shout just before the time loudly goes off.

You expected to get trampled over so you started to run but the area around you changed.

You were in the middle of the street!! Fake houses to your every turn, Halloween decorations in the small yards. “What hero can transport?” it was a question that you shake off before heading to the house on your left.

Somewhere in the distance your classmates cause hell to find you, and get as much candy as they can to win.

“Two lollipops? What are you, cheap?” Katsuki yells at the old lady who opened the door, his friends awkwardly shuffling in the back. Kirishima tugged him by the back collar away from the lady and back to the path.

“Can’t yell at people man! What would y/n say? So unmanly.” kats just huffs at his best friend and pulls away from his grip. All things considered they have been doing well, their bags are getting full and heavy.

“Look who I found?” A feminine voice speaks out, making the boys turn back around. They see you tripping over your shoes as Mina gives you a little nudge closer.

“Mina,” you whine, “I love hanging out but I have to win! This is F/S we are talking about here, I would sell my soul to get tickets.” You try to stray away from them but they block you.

“We can woke together! It’s no different then going alone.” Denki was at your side and placed his arm around you, getting himself shocked at the touch of you.

“We have so much candy, wouldn’t you like to join in? We have more then you!” Sero tries to manipulate you into staying.

So you sigh and let them take you to the other houses, and soon enough your bag is full but you try and push the candy down to make more room.

“I can’t believe you guys,” you smile, “If I win, I am for sure taking one of you!!”

Green Flash.

The place you were standing in is now empty and no sign of you, a gust of wind shakes their clothes and hair. There was only one person who could have made that struck of green energy…

“Deku!” Katsuki shouts but he wasn’t heard by the corporate.

The Dekusquad had taken you and had no plan of letting you go, they only have ten minutes left to make sure you, or themselves won. And they would be damned if they let anyone else win.

“Come on darling,” a hand stroked your cheek and made your eyes open. You saw shoto looking at you, while izuku held you in his arms. “Can’t win if you have your eyes closed.”

“Yeah!” Shoto was pushed aside by a overly excited Ochako. “We wanted to help you win, we already have three full bags.” Iida, Shoto, and Froppy held up the full bags and your eyes go wide.

“Izuku, you can put me down now.” he was quickly to apologize and let you down, turning bright red and looked shameful.

“Next time warn me,” you get a feel for standing again as iida helps you stand straight without getting dizzy.

Over all you had a amazing time with your friends even if they weren’t easy to handle. And when you walked back into the gates, there was a chance of winning. Thought you didn’t win first place, the dekusquad did and promised you the tickets…

“What, which one of us gets to go…”

[anonymous-dentist]

In which !Pangi goes to the Lab to make some potions and he’s immediately met with an INCREDIBLY panicked Keeper teleporting around the place looking for a goddamn milk bucket

Pangi, unwilling to deal with Lore when he’s trying to restock his pvp kit, tries sneaking into the chest room, but nooooo, the Keeper grabs him by the shoulders and beams a panic attack right into his head:

Pangolin, I know you keep splash milk potions on you, please- oh, dear, don’t give me that look, he’s barely breathing and his- come!!

Before Pangi can say anything, he’s getting dragged to his office and shoved into the goddamn fireplace

Of course, that’s when the Keeper realizes that they are, in fact, a goddamn Keeper and they just tp him to Lukey’s secret office at the end of the passageway

Pangi, dizzy from the tp, points his ax menacingly at the Keeper as he staggers into the wall

But then he sees the Keeper searching through chests rapidly, and then he sees him:

Lukey is sprawled across the large bed in the corner of the room with his lab coat acting as a blanket, face pale and hair damp with sweat

Pangi knows a weakness potion when he sees it, so he’s quick to put down his e-chest and pull out his backup pvp kit supplies. Splash milk in hand, he throws it down by the bed before he can so much as blink

The weakness visibly dissipates. But the Keeper doesn’t look much happier than they did before, teleporting to Lukey’s bedside and poking at his face with a skeletal finger

“What happened?” Pangi demands.

Lukey should be awake by now… unless this is some console bullshit, command blocks or something stupid giving him a permanent effect

The Keeper’s raspy voice whispers into his ear:

I found him like this… He said before that the High Keepers were threatening him, but I did not think they would actually try and hurt him…

Pangi doesn’t know what the difference is between a High Keeper and a regular one, but he can sure as hell guess which Keeper he’s dealing with now

Newt shakes Lukey’s shoulder some before going back to look through the room’s chests

Lowkey? Pangi wants to, like, stab him and stuff, but there’s more important business to attend to

‘Cause Lukey is unconscious, and the milk isn’t doing anything about it

Pangi, more or less a qualified medic after so long patching himself and his teammates up on the deadliest server in Minecraft, kneels by Lukey’s side and picks up his wrist to check his pulse

He’s surprised, though, as Lukey’s hand twitches its way into holding Pangi’s

His heart definitely doesn’t soar poetically as he hears a slurred, mumbled, “Holding hands before the third date? You really are easy.”

Lukey’s eye cracks open and he smiles faintly, but Pangi turns his head to look for Newt instead of at his… at Lukey, because he has spent enough time gazing longingly into Lukey’s eyes to know that they aren’t supposed to be this pink

(Or: the canon-set Love Potion AU)

[beezlovesyou]

yet another oc since i cant stop!!

not much lore to him, just a freak that likes blood WAYYY too much; got emotionally attached to it after diane. finds comfort in the warmth and sensory of blood, believes that there’s emotional data within it. bro thought he could reverse the whole diane thing but turned into freakness instead!!

his lab coat is stained to the point it will never be clean, wears latex gloves like a goat and has spare serum tubes, pint bags and needles on him constantly

teeth are definitely stained a bit darker due to his habit of consuming blood and biting on mfs; AND probably did some shit to not get aids since that would suck

it does get to a point where the blood on him gets too dry and crusty so he does occasionally wash it off but YEARNS to get that fresh liquid on him

also ofc bro has an oral fixation

[celuere]

Hello! Celuere, you don't know how long I've wanted to see some OC x Arle fanfiction (since the first ship chart, >:), so now that you have given us permission to ignore your closed request status regarding them, I feel obligated to share how desperately I want this scenario between them.

I'd like to request a fluffy but suggestive oneshot where it's the morning and Arlecchino pretends to be asleep with her head on Juno-Celia's (is just Juno fine, or no?) breasts because she loves hearing her heartbeat and being close to her (physical touch love language, yeah I actually read and remember that ship chart). I think Juno-Celia would immediately, figure it out, and half-heartedly "try to go to work" but on the inside she's going absolutely feral about how clingy Arlecchino is. From just vibes off the chart and art, I feel like she'd try to embarass Arle for trying such childish tricks on her by teasing her or something, and Arle would be 100% unaffected because T I T T I E S and she's a simp for her wife.

Btw, please correct me if i read the vibes way wrong. I'd love to know more about your OC, but you also have like 5 posts on her total, so not a ton to know her (this is my plea for more Juno-Celia content please, if you don't mind ;)

no you actually read the vibes 100% right kekenwoekownw arle is a PROUD wife simper actually😭 and just juno is totally fine i rarely call her celia etc. BUT OKAY LESS TALKING MORE WRITING, I‘M MORE THAN HAPPY TO INDULGE IN YOUR REQUEST

pairing: arlecchino x fem!oc

cw: none other than arle being a pathetic lesbian and some oc lore

you‘re welcome to self insert here btw! also if you‘re not interested in this content, you‘re free to mute my arlexoc stuff under the arlejuno tag!

implied nsft at the end!

the sun in snezhnaya had risen long ago, yet not a lot of its shine broke through the coat of the everlasting winter, therefore drowning the bedroom in a cold light.

her eyes darted away from her research report to the clock that’s been softly ticking away on the wall.

8 am.

„you know, just because it‘s your free day doesn’t mean you can occupy me for the whole morning…“, raising the sheets of papers to have a proper look at the white-black mix of hair resting on her chest, juno adjusted the position of the glasses resting on her nose.

no answer.

the fingers fidgeting with her purple locks gave it away.

„peru, i know you're awake.", it only earned her a rather annoyed hum.

„ten more minutes", arlecchino's voice came out muffled against her skin, face only sinking deeper into her cleavage. it was pointless.

„honey, i have to get to my lab... sandrone still needs me to calculate through a whole pile of data regarding her research and there is a whole shelf of potions waiting to be tested.“, juno nodded her head to the empty side of the bed. specifically arlecchino's side, „and you've been clinging to me for the whole night."

but she loved the view of her wife clinging to her like a second skin. always did. if she had the choice she'd just stay here in bed with her all day, watching her back fall and rise with each breath, the usual stern look replaced by a face of pure calmness and relaxation… juno would always choose to stay with her.

„i‘m failing to see the point you are trying to make.“

„i need to go to work, peruere.“

„you don’t…“, she pressed another tender kiss to the skin that she exposed earlier by shoving the fabric of juno‘s silken robe aside, clearly not caring about her wife‘s urgency. why does she have to work anyways on her free day? it almost feels like an insult to the harbinger. but knowing her since the ripe age of six years old… juno has always been caught up in researches and other experiments. back to their days under mother‘s care, she would occasionally slip a selfmade contraceptive into crucabena‘s drink when they wanted to have a free afternoon. and now she is the one teaching the children to make their own poisons. how times change, huh?

„what would the subordinates think of the knave if they were to find out about how she clings to her wife every morning… that would make a truly embarrassing headline in the newspaper…“, unable to bite that remark down, a nail poked arlecchino right into her cheek.

but at least she finally lifted her head up to properly look at her wife and the smug look plastered on her face, „let them find out… what else are they supposed to discover? i have no reason to hide the obvious feelings i shelter for my wife.“, when did she start getting so close?! hands coming back up again to shove the sheets of paper between their faces again, juno became incredibly flustered at the sudden confession, but arlecchino only removed the reports completely from her grip, placing them on the nightstand.

„you‘re flustered.“

„i-i‘m not…“

„you‘re avoiding my eyes, there is a visible blush tainting your cheeks and…“, black fingers shoved a bunch of purple strands back, „your ears are sinking downwards with each word leaving my lips. i‘d say you are pretty flustered.“, the slightest hint of a smile grazed her lips at the obvious victory as a pair of blue eyes found her own.

„j-just let me get ready for work, peru…“

„i‘m certain you don‘t actually want to spend the next seven hours calculating out equation over equation…“, arlecchino suppressed the urge to stroke over her wife‘s sensitive ears. the lecture she earned herself the last time still rung in her head. she might not fear a lot of things but juno when she is angry… she‘d rather not provoke it.

and she‘d rather not get exiled to the sofa again.

„…fine, ten more minutes.“

„make it fifteen.“

„ten.“

„thirteen.“

„…ten with your head between my legs. take it or leave it.“

her only answer being the rustling of the sheets as arlecchino disappeared underneath the covers, skilled fingers already working down her slip.

works everytime.

[striderl]

Today's highlight: Styrofilm in Russia

... and the twins he's adopting.

Север (North) and Юг (South).

Reference below for more lore ->

Север (North) and Юг (South), inseparable twins born to a humble farming family in Southwest Russia. North, the elder by only two minutes, was gentle and considerate, with a love for herbs, flowers, and farm animals. South, her quiet yet fiercely loyal shadow — quick-tempered but always obedient to his sister’s guidance. He took on the heavier labor around the farm, never without his trusty shovel, a massive tool nearly as tall as him. North often teased that it was his Excalibur, but in truth, it meant more than that.

Their lives changed forever when they turned 12, barely reaching their teens. The Skibidis tore through the land, and their parents were lost to the descending chaos. The twins were forced to flee with the rest of the survivors with nothing but South’s shovel, a revolver, and some meager supplies they scavenged.

After weeks of hardship, they stumbled upon a survivor camp over three hundred miles from home. It seemed like a sanctuary, filled with other children who had suffered the same fate, offering them companionship and a fragile sense of normalcy. But, South couldn’t ignore the white-suited cameramen moving through the camp, conversing with the doctors, sometimes watching the twins with an eerie intensity. 

It was no surprise they stood out. Identical twins of opposite sexes were rare enough, but it was their capabilities that made them exceptional. Years of farm work had given them strength and resilience beyond their age. South, despite his temper, had an unshakable sense of duty, always looking out for the younger and weaker children —  more often than not, North had to step in before his shovel got involved. North, in contrast, was a bright and resourceful girl, a natural sharpshooter with her revolver.

Their talents didn’t go unnoticed. Some admired them. Others, however, saw them as a problem.

A year passed before the camp council made a chilling decision. Supplies were dwindling, and the children were deemed burdens rather than survivors. A deal was struck with the Russia Cameramen Division stationed in Khabarovsk: in exchange for two years’ worth of provisions, several children — including North and South — were handed over as test subjects.

The twins barely retained any lucid memories after they were taken — only flashes of metal, sterile rooms, the rustlings of white suits and lab coats. They awoke in the bodies of hulking war machines — foreign, metallic frames of large cameramen. 

South was devastated. His body, his freedom, and his humanity were stolen by those whom he had trusted. His grief turned to fury. Let's just say, the first unfortunate scientist cam that entered South’s detainment chamber didn’t come out in one piece.

North, ever the rational one, simply accepted their fate. If the scientists hadn’t intervened, they would have fallen to the Skibidis. But it didn’t mean she trusted them, but she played along — if only to keep South from tearing the place apart.

After rigorous disciplinary measures and military training, South learned to keep his rage in check in front of the high-ranking officers. It didn’t necessarily stop him from glaring daggers at every scientist cams he passed, or from picking fights with the other large cameramen. Despite standing at a mere 9’9”(2.9 m) compared to his towering comrades, he fought like a feral beast.

When the Astro Invasion began, the twins were deployed to the Russian frontlines. Their teamwork was seamless — South carved through close-range enemies with his shovel, while North provided support fire with her revolvers.

During a brutal battle, North was separated from South. A blast tore through her leg as she scrambled for cover. Before she could react, an Astro unit trained its cannon at her, and readied to open fire.

And then — salvation.

Styrofilm, the transferred cameraman scientist, and his assistant Polaroid, intervened. The girl was exhausted and terrified. Without thinking, she slung to Styro, the last bit of her composure crumbling. The war had drained her innocence, patience, and unwavering resolve.

Styrofilm, carried her back to the Russia Division’s base, listened to her story. He didn’t see a soldier in North, only a child who had been betrayed, exploited, and cast aside. 

He agreed to sign the petition to be their mentor and guardian.

But when North was finally reunited with South, her brother’s rage reignited at the sight of the white-suited cameraman.

Rage boiled over as he swung a fist at Styrofilm. But the scientist caught it with ease, Letting South vent his fury. The boy spilled accusations, hurled every ounce of pain and hatred toward the scientists that he had bottled up, at Styrofilm.

And Styro only listened.

Eventually, South’s fury burned itself out. North found the perfect opportunity to step in, pleading with him to trust Styrofilm. In the end, South relented — not because he trusted the scientist in front of him, but because he trusted her.

With Styrofilm and Polaroid stationed in Russia for the foreseeable future, Styro has plenty of time to bond with his two newly-acquired, traumatized kids. Whether he was ready for it or not, they were about to become the closest family outside of the Filming Industry.

[noblesandsstories]

Venomous Ties

Chapter 1- Did it's people want too much to?

Alpha Albert Wesker x ????!AFAB!Reader

-> ANGST; Omegaverse; I don’t know how old Wesker is in the games, but I’m assuming old enough for this to be labeled “Older Man, Younger Woman”; Age gap; Domestic abuse; Allusions to physical abuse; This get’s dark, especially these first two chapters; Suicidal ideation/thoughts; Toxic, controlling, and abusive stepfather; Neglectful mother; the whole nine yards; Some canon has been manipulated, but it's meant to work with the lore I know about.

AN: Goodness gracious. I haven't edited this, it's barely proofread. This is such an odd project for me to feel passionate about, but nonetheless I do. PLEASE adhere to the tags. This fic starts dark and it gets darker. Take care of yourselves my friends. The world is very cold right now.

Title is from "Nobody" by Mitski

Border made by @sweetmelodygraphics

You opened the door only wide enough to let you slip inside. You were early to the meeting and were not surprised to see only two people there. Both were blond, one being slightly shorter. His coat was a bit more rumpled, and his hair was shaggier. The taller one wore sunglasses, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and his coat was perfectly straightening and clean. They turned to look at you, their faces dropping into scowls.

Better get this over with.

“I’m here to write notes of the meeting for Dr. Edington.” You move towards one of the seats in the back. No point in sitting front and center.

“Why can’t he be here himself? He’s rather needed for this,” the one without glasses snipped.

They had every right to be upset, mad even. Bruno had been the main reason this meeting was called and now he sends some random person in to just take notes on his behalf. You’d be pissed too. But you can’t say that.

“I’m sorry, sir. He didn’t tell me where he went, just to take notes.” At this you sat down, opening your notebook to the next clear page.

“He left?” The man’s voice was almost shrill. You could feel the heat of the other man’s gaze through his glasses. It was time to prepare for the worst.

“Yes, sir.”

The man next to him finally spoke. “We can’t let just anyone sit in.”

“I understand.” You flipped your notebook closed. You’d probably get kicked out, then you could figure your way back to Bruno’s office. He was the one who was going to have to answer for this. No skin off your back. Maybe a bruise on the arm, but not much more. “I apologize that there’s not more I can tell you.”

You look up to find that the man with the sunglasses standing above you. He was possibly the most intimidating person you’ve ever seen. Tall and bulky, but able to move silently with a face and voice that gave away nothing of how he was feeling.

“Identify yourself.”

You give him your first name, not knowing if Bruno would appreciate telling them your last. “Dr. Edington keeps me as a record keeper of sorts. I organize his files, transcribe his notes during his lab sessions, and other tasks like that if needed.”

He put a packet in front of you on the table.

“Then perhaps you can answer the questions we have pertaining to this. Specifically, why it’s written in gibberish?”

You look down and with a few words knew exactly what the problem was. You flip it over to read the code on the back to confirm your suspicions.

“It seems he gave you the coded report.”

“Coded?”

“Yes, sir. I write the notes for the lab session, he writes it in official terms and in code, and when he needs to send a lab report out, I translate it back.” You flip open the notebook again, beginning to go through word by word.

“Do you know it off the top of your head?”

“Yes sir, most of it. Since it’s a shorter one, I can probably get what I can done in 30 minutes.”

One singular eyebrow raised at your statement. “If you can’t complete all of it?”

“It’s a book code, sir. I can go back to the office and pick out what I don’t recall. That might take slightly longer but not by much.”

He only gave a slight tilt of the head in response, standing quietly above you. The other man spoke up.

“This is highly classified information that we are just handing to a random woman, we can’t just give it to her.”

“Edington has already been giving her plenty to work with and she saves us one conversation with him.”

There was more silence as the men hovered, until another person in a lab coat walked in, a few more behind them. The man in the sunglasses turned to them. “This meeting is cancelled for today. Continue your projects as normal and we will get back to you for rescheduling.” The others didn’t hesitate before leaving, not glancing past the man in the sunglasses once. He turned back to you.

“I’ll be by Edington’s office in an hour and a half to collect that report. Be expecting me.”

You grabbed everything off the table and stood. “Of course, sir, I’ll have it done.” You gave a quick nod and “Have a good afternoon” to the other man before slipping out the door.

It didn’t take you as long to get back to Bruno’s office. He was still gone, though he would probably be gone for a while.

You mulled over what candle you wanted to use as you pulled out the books for the code, deciding on a weaker clean scent. Faint enough that, hopefully, by the time the man with the glasses arrived the smell would be gone, but enough to get rid of the sterile smell of the environment. On some level, you understood the need for a lab full of serious science projects to not stink of the various smells that people exude, especially to avoid hormonal nonsense. But it still was harsh on the nose, and you weren’t an official employee anyways. You could feign innocence, and hope that they wouldn’t be too harsh. Or would at least make whatever they did to punish people around here quick.

You got it done easily, with nearly an hour to spare. You blew out the candle and turned on the fan, before picking up the book you were working on. It was a book covering the of basics of virology that Bruno kept. It was dull but kept interest while you waited for…. Anything.

Bruno to return, probably mad at something. That man from this morning, picking up the translated copy. Your mom, whisking you to a new city. As if.

The door opened. It was the second option, as the man walked in. You glanced at the clock on the wall. Early by 40 minutes.

“Enjoying yourself?” He hums, walking into the office.

“Taking in the quiet,” you say, putting the book down and moving over to the desk. “If I may, what’s your name?”

He stilled, before answering “Wesker.”

“Spelt how it sounds?”

He nodded, and you wrote down “Wesker Copy” on the back of the notes.

“Could you not type and print it?”

“I don’t have access to the system, and I don’t know where the printer room is, apologies.”

He takes it, flipping through the pages. “This will work for now. Tell your stepfather-”

You felt like your head was shoved underwater, white noise draining out the rest of his words. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Pardon?”

“He… he doesn’t like it when people call him that.”

A beat of silence went by. Then he slowly replied, “Understood.”

“Sorry, didn’t meant to take up your time. I’m sure you have work to get back to.”

“I do indeed. I’ll be seeing you.”

You really hoped not but kept that to yourself. “Have a good day, sir.”

He lingered for just a moment before slipping out the door.

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Bruno wasn’t happy when he appeared later. He barely said anything except that you were leaving when he entered the office and was mute in the car. Didn’t ask about how the meeting went or what his coworkers said. He didn’t even take the time to list all of the reasons you shouldn’t have been born. Just silent. It honestly wasn’t that bad, except the sour smell of his fury permeated the air. Like the quiet before a volcan erupts.

And erupt it did.

The lamp got it as he sent it flying across the living room when you walked in. Your mom, who seemed like she was going to greet you at the door, vacated the premises promptly. You don’t blame her. You would too if you could. Unfortunately, mercy died long ago.

“What the hell did you say to him, you little snake?” He growled.

The back of your mind tingled, warning you to flee, but you knew better. Running from predators never worked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, keeping your voice neutral and calm. “He asked about the file you sent him, I told him you must have accidentally sent a coded one, and translated it for him as he asked.”

“Bullshit,” he barked. “I met Wesker in the hallway on my way back and now I have him up my ass about irresponsibility and not doing my damn job. So, what. Did. You. Say?”

“I told you, nothing more than that.” You knew your plea was useless, you knew. But silence was worse.

“I’m the alpha of this household, you are to cater to me. And if you think after today, you’ll be fed and cared for, think again. Go to your room and stay there. I’ll tell you when you can leave.”

It’s a more favorable punishment. You don’t argue, don’t whimper, don’t cry. You slink away, briefly meeting your mom’s gaze from where she stands at the kitchen door before she looks down and turns back to whatever she was cooking. And you return to your march to your exile.

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The next few days went as they usually do. Taking your pills in the morning to the sound of Bruno yelling at your mom about breakfast or the state of the house or simply because he was mad.

He dragged you to his job, made you do a bunch of work you’re pretty sure was his responsibility anyways, and kept to the status quo. Until you pissed him off royally.

You thought you had written all the data down correctly during one of his lab sessions. Turns out you missed something, because he was furious. Going on about how your mistake cost him reputation with a coworker and so on and so forth. He was never clear when he yelled about something, and it used to frustrate you to no end. (Now it’s normal. And for some reason that thought stings.)

He stormed out around 3 in the afternoon.

Now it was 7 at night and the building was empty.

This isn’t new. He’s done this once before. That time you walked the 5 hour walk back only to find the doors locked and no one up, resulting in you sneaking into the backyard and sleeping in one of the lawn chairs.

This time you decided to cut your losses and stay in the labs. If you were going to sleep somewhere uncomfortable, you’ll save yourself the walk and stay where there is heating.

You made your way to the break room cautiously, hoping not to set off any form of security. Though now that you think about it, at least in jail they feed you. You chuckled to yourself as you walked up to the door, noticing the lights on. There was the smell of something in the air, though you couldn’t put your finger on it. You opened the door as silently as possible, poking your head in…

To find Wesker staring at you.

“Now what are you doing here this late?” He sounded almost amused at seeing you. “Have you decided to make a hole here, little mouse?”

“My ride forgot me,” you tried to add a lighthearted flare to your words to keep the mood light, taking in the room. It was empty except for you and Wesker who was eating, what you assume, leftovers out of a container. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat, instead just the usual button up and pants number that most of the people around here wore, though he lacked a tie.

One eyebrow raised at your answer. “Do you not have a way home?”

“I’ll live.” You began to rummage around the cabinets hoping for anything that could help through the night.

“You’re not convincing me.” He came up behind you, reaching up, opening the upper cabinet, and pulling out something, and putting a bar in your hand. “Can’t have the cornerstone of Edington’s work starving, now, can we?”

“I’m not doing that much. He does research, I write down what he tells me to.” It took some prying to open the package.

“Most of this job is writing things down.” His face remains neutral, almost impossible to read. It’s a struggle trying to decide if it’s terrifying or not. “If he can’t do that without assistance, he needs to consider other careers.”

“Probably an understatement,” you mumble, not paying attention, just biting into the bar. Was it the best thing you’ve ever eaten? No. But it was edible and that was good enough.

“What makes you say that?”

You froze. It felt like you were a deer on the other side of a hunter’s rifle. One wrong move and it was all over. Sure, Wesker seemed like he held as much disdain for Bruno that you did, but if word got back to him, it was a world of misery for you.

The room was silent for a few minutes before he just hummed, “Interesting.”

“What?” you croaked.

“Don’t worry about it. What’s your education level?”

You hesitated. “Graduated Raccoon City High a few years ago.”

“College?”

“I want to go, but Bruno won’t have it. Says it’ll be a waste of money.”

“Yet you do a majority of his work?”

This whole conversation felt like a trap. You look away and focus on the bar, eating it as slow as possible, hoping to buy some time. And wishing you had something to drink. Maybe the fridge has some waters stocked? They’re not for you though.

They’re for the people doing important things with their lives. People with homes. Maybe pets. Probably loving family and friends who’s lives haven’t been so fucked up that they might as well be… dead. No one would notice you missing. No one would care or weep. Sure, your mom might tear up, but if anything, your dead might cause Bruno to chill out.

Fingers snapping in front of your face brings you back to the room, a bottle of water now sitting in front of you.

“There you are, I thought I lost you,” he hums.

Your cheeks flushed. “Sorry, I think I’m just a bit tired. I’ll take this and go back to Bruno’s office.”

“Last I recall, he doesn’t own a couch or anything of that nature.”

“There’s an armchair, I’ve napped in it a few times.”

He shakes his head. “This lab is connected to a manor with plenty of rooms to spare, I’ll escort you to one.”

“There’s no need, I’m sure they’re for something important.”

He huffs a laugh while grabbing his coat. “Hardly, it remains mostly empty, unless Spencer has guests to attend to.”

“Will he not-”

“He’s away and leaves me to look after it. Any mess you leave behind the maids will tend to.” He stood expectantly by the door. You got the hint, grabbing the bottle of water.

You thought the lab was one of the most confusing places you had ever gone through, but after a minute or two of walking through the mansion you quicky changed your mind. Between the winding halls and the turns and staircases, by the time he opened the door to a room, you were convinced you’d never get out.

You stepped in to one of the most lavish and ornate rooms you had ever seen. A large four poster bed sat in the middle of the room, a giant elegant wardrobe to the side, and a desk up by a window. There was a door off to the side.

“That leads to the en suite bathroom. Anything else?”

“Do you have a list of directions out?”

He laughed. It was weird, this man who hardly showed any emotion laughing so suddenly. It was almost off putting. But it was the first laugh you had heard in a long time, and something made it feel special.

“I’ll get you in the morning. I’m sure there will be things to talk about.”

Not foreboding at all.

“Goodnight, Doctor Wesker.”

“Goodnight my dear.”

[fastlikealambo]

Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader

Chapter One

table of contents.

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.

Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This might not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.

Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and  if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.

This is a quick sample chapter to test the waters and see what people think! If you’d like to see more, please comment, reblog, or like!

The streets of The Capitol looked different during the day. 

You were used to the shadows, two feet in the dark at all times kept you secret, kept you safe, hiding was not cowardly, it was instinctual.

But you weren’t hiding now, a coward in high heels and stockings dark enough to hide the  purpling bruises that kissed the back of your legs, a high collar dress and coat the color of fresh blood concealed the rest that served as a reminder of how you got there in the first place.

Somewhere, a clock struck noon and as if on a timer of his own, Coriolanus Snow emerged from the university doors, chiseled face even more sculpted in person and  you took your place on the opposite side of the road.

You stepped off the curb, turning your face ever so slightly towards a camera and a tucked curl behind your ear signaled the car Gaul had waiting to come barreling around the corner and down the street.

A few capitol citizens jumped back onto the sidewalk but not you, you had your nose in a book, seemingly oblivious to the car that would surely end your miserable little life if this plan did not work.

You did not know Coriolanus Snow, but you did know men. 

Peacekeepers who’d do anything to relax after a hard day, Capitol boys who wanted to know if district lips tasted like treason or honey wine, they were all the same when the lights were off and pockets went unattended.

You tripped and dropped the books, loud enough for Snow to look up and see the car mere feet from you now as you bent down to retrieve the books,  silently cursing everything and everyone that had led you to this moment.

It occurred to you now that perhaps the madwoman in the lab had no designs on Snow that required you and this was an opportunity for her to kill someone in a fun, if not slightly convoluted, way.

You were going to die.

And then, you weren’t.

The lean body of Panem’s golden boy crashed into yours before the car did, strong arms around your middle and sent you both tumbling out of harm’s way. That pretty face of his blocked out the sun and the whole world went still, freezing the pair of you in a tableau of heaving chests and scraped hands.

Beauty made men blind and you had made a blind man of Coriolanus Snow.

And now, the games begin.

[solzticesoulz]

Ohh BvZ oc Wildfire Lore..

Wildfire never really had a chance at a normal childhood. Her earliest memories are foggy flashes of her mother leaving, her father s cold presence, and long stretches of silence where love should ve been. Even at a young age, she knew she was different. She didn t fit in with the other kids. Emotions were confusing, loud, and overwhelming. Her wings, which she instinctively hid, only made her feel more like a mistake. People stared. Whispers followed her like shadows. She learned quickly that it was safer to keep her head down, to stay quiet, and to hide everything that made her strange.

Her life took a terrifying turn when scientists discovered her. She was taken from the world she knew and turned into  Project #2. Locked away in a sterile lab, her body and mind were tested, broken, and rebuilt. The people in white coats treated her like a puzzle to be solved  not a person. She wasn't allowed to speak. Her name was erased, replaced with a number. Over time, she stopped fighting back. Her wings were clipped (back wings), her spirit dimmed. She stopped wondering if anyone would save her. It was easier not to hope.

But fate had different plans. When the lab was raided during a violent rescue mission?? maybe, Wildfire managed to escape. Lost and terrified, she wandered for days, not knowing where to go or who she was anymore. That s when she met Sensei, who didn't flinch at her scars or the wings she still kept hidden. Sensei offered her shelter, a place to breathe, and eventually, a purpose. Under his guidance, she began to train. Slowly, the numbness faded. Her body grew stronger. Her heart stayed guarded, but something inside her flickered back to life. As the years passed, she honed her skills and adopted a new identity — Wildfire. The name fit her well: fierce, unpredictable, and impossible to contain. She became a bounty hunter, drawn to the adrenaline of dangerous missions and the satisfaction of helping others. Even if she never let them see the real her. Tinkering with weapons, especially explosives and shotguns, became her way of coping. She turned fear into power, pain into precision. Her workshop was the one place where her mind felt calm. Her smile, soft and warm, always masked the firestorm beneath. But Wildfire's past never stayed quiet.

On a mission at age 26, a teammate (someone she trusted deeply) was killed in an explosion that also left her with burn scars along her arms and legs. She survived, but the loss shook her to the core. It reminded her that no matter how fast she ran, the past always caught up. From that moment, she swore never to let anyone get close enough to die beside her again. Now, at 28, Wildfire walks the line between chaos and control. She's calm, collected, and gentle with those who need help, but she keeps her wings hidden under layers of cloth, just like the truths buried in her heart. Her laugh is real, but quiet. Her loyalty is unshakable. Her mission is unclear, but she moves forward anyway. She's not searching for justice, or revenge, or redemption. She’s simply searching ..for meaning, for peace, and maybe, for someone who sees her not as a weapon… but as a person.

funfacts! -Skilled with: Shotguns, explosives, daggers -Motto: "Live in the moment." -She rarely makes direct eye contact. -Her wings aren't always visible. -The glowing red under her eyes isn’t makeup. It’s a side effect of whatever they did to her in the labs. A burn that never faded. -She carries at least five concealed weapons at all times. None of them are where you'd expect. She once pulled a blade from her boot heel mid-fall. -She once planned a birthday party at the age of 7 or 8. She took the time to make birthday invitations( even if it was all scribbly) invited her "friends/playmates" she prepared a tea party and nobody came. -Made her own Sigil (Helped design Devlin's new arm) -Species: Seraphoid

okay bye~

[sewerpalette]

Have seen a bunch of people do this again so I thought I’d join in: Human AL-AN redesign from my old version, this is just a base I’ll probably draw more full body shots another time.

I gave him a burn scar over his face as I like to imagine that whilst he wasn’t present during the sea dragon attack he did rush back in, guilt ridden trying to save the seven architects still stuck inside attempting to prevent the outbreak, this is how I believe he got the kharaa and (physically) died before being put in storage, ofcourse he doesn’t have the same body now that he did then, but I’d like to imagine mental scarring remembering of past lives and stuff sticks with them throughout every body they continue to inhabit moving on (unless said memory is scraped by a storage transfer). The burn isn’t from the leviathan directly however it is from the heat in the facility that the leviathan mother caused.

Obviously from a design standpoint this is to mimic his face plate (?? What would you call that?) but yk, I thought making up an in lore reason would be fun.

Lab coat more heavily inspired by those the alterrans wear as most stuff in this universe is funded by alterra anyways so even when working for a different or self owned company there’d still be some similarities.

Hair shaped to resembles his horns obv, was thinking of making it white initially but thought the dark greenish teal with white/grey streaks would allow for more referencing on the glowy bits on his head.

Also i gave him facial hair because I thought it would help with the shape language aswell as making it look more similar to his canon design, I actually always loved the idea of making his head look more like he’s wearing a helmet / full body suit, so in reference to mechs that also share that kinda design aesthetic I gave him kind of a goatee, mustache is curled up to aid the shape of his face.

I also thought about giving him a blackout tattoo on his neck as that is also the darkest part of his design in value on the normal alien version, so that might come up in more doodles another time.

Pin on the lab coat inspired by the head of the precursor statues from BZ.

I think he hides his face in his coat a lot, because one, as he doesn’t make a lot of expressions or speak with his mouth it’s not really that necessary to show it in the first place, might aswell have a bit more protection. And two, kinda to show he’s hiding himself, both on things he’s done in the past, aswell as on what exactly he is to people that aren’t Robin, aswell as a sort of shame that comes from not only being in a human body but also having done something that butterflied into something horrible, I think it made him alot more reserved and fearful if not paranoid of extreme consequences to minor actions.

Made another image of him and Robin but it won’t export so I’ll save it for another post.

Also off topic but I hc him as non-binary aro/ace using he/they/it and still referring to themselves in we form because I think that may be a little comforting and make him feel less lonely.

Also wanted to make an alternate version where the burn is so bad his eyelids and mouth are melted shut, since he doesn’t have facial features in his actual design, in that version he’d speak with a voice box obv, but I haven’t gotten around to drawing that so you’ll have to wait a bit.

If you have any questions just ask me in the comments since I have no idea how to enable the ask me anything thingy on my page.

[cottonkendi]

First and Last

MASTERLIST

Zayne x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst 

Warning: Dawnbreaker lore, ish

Synopsis: Zayne living his dreams

Turning off the stove, you eye the door to your bedroom, the silence behind the door awakening your curiosity as you debate with yourself whether you should check on him. “He rarely ever gets day offs, and it’s rarer for Zayne to actually sleep in during those rare days… is he sick?” 

With worry beginning to grow, you decide that he won’t get upset even if you do decide to wake him up now, seeing as it’s already 10am, the latest that he’s ever stayed in bed. Sick or not. 

Making your way to your bedroom, you quietly open the door, hoping to see him getting ready, instead, you’re met with Zayne staring at himself in the mirror. The closet doors open, with his lab coat and tie strewn about. The paperwork that he was working on last night also a mess on the small nightstand beside the bed. 

You catch a peculiar look in his eyes as he stares at himself, surveying his whole body. Though the moment you open the door, his eyes dart towards you, panic flashing in his eyes before dissipating into something else. 

Something softer. 

“Zayne? Are you sick? You’ve been in bed for quite awhile now.” 

The sight of you triggers something within him, the glow of your skin as the sunlight lands on you, the worry on your face as you make your way to him, lips pursed in a small pout as you reach out your hand, palm gently placed on his cheek which makes him flinch, unaccustomed to something so gentle, although he quickly recovers, the warmth of you melting something within him.

Unable to stop himself, he holds your wrist, trying his best to prolong the moment. His eyes inevitably closed in order to cherish this moment. 

Cherish you. 

A shaky breath leaves his lips, hands starting to get sweaty as he tries to take a step towards you, wishing and craving to be as close to you as possible. Hoping that there can be no space between the two of you. If only for a second longer, he wishes that he can feel every inch of you against him. Feel the warmth that he’s always dreamt of whenever he’d turn in for the night. 

He didn’t realize how addicting this could be. 

His dreams have driven him crazy. 

Like an addiction. He craved for the misty magic of dreams to take him away. Every day. Every night. He longed for this. 

Longed for you. 

And now… 

“You’re… you’re not Zayne, are you?” Your voice breaks his thoughts, cold washing over his body as he feels you pull away from him, hand no longer on his cheek, no longer caressing his skin. Instead, as he opens his eyes, he’s met with your skeptical stare, fingers twitching on your side. Body ready to make an escape. 

Your words leave Zayne frozen in place, much like the little statues he makes you. It leaves his mouth dry, like the desert. The hunger in his body grows stronger the more space you put between the two of you. “You’re not Dr. Zayne. You’re not my Zayne. Who are you?” Your voice comes off shaky, worry creeping around your body. “I sensed it. The moment I touched you. You’re not my Zayne. You’re not the Zayne that I know… so once again, who are you?” 

A pair of pistols materialize in your hands, pointing them directly at his chest as he raises his hands in surrender. 

Licking his lips, he tries to swallow the lump in his throat, mind also in a whirlwind, unable to make sense of all his thoughts and emotions right now. 

Here you are, the woman he’s seen in his dreams ever since he was a child. The woman that Dr. Zayne is always with whenever he visits in his dreams. The woman pointing a gun at him. 

Even with the potential threat of being shot, Zayne does not fear for his life. 

No. 

What he fears for right now is… you not believing him. 

You not holding him again. 

What he fears is him going back to his own life, without you to be there for him. 

“Answer me right now! Where is Zay-”

“My dreams. He’s in my dreams.” Clenching his fists, Zayne finally speaks up, voice hoarse from not having used them in so long. “Every night, in my dreams. I see this.” Gesturing to you, he continues. “I see Dr. Zayne and his life. I see Dr. Zayne and you and your life with him.”

As crazy as it all sounds, you decide to put away your guns, expression softening as you listen to the man before you. Unable to make heads or tails of what he’s telling you but deep down, you believe every single word that he says. “If you only see this in your dreams, why are you here now? Where’s Zayne?”

Unable to stop himself, Zayne takes a step closer to you, thankfully, you don’t move away as he does so. Reaching out his hand, he hesitates for a bit, unsure whether he’s allowed to take your hand in his. You hold his hand, fingers interlocking with his more tightly when you notice his trembling. “I don’t know… I’d say he’s in my world but… that shouldn’t be possible.” 

“And why is that?” Now closer to him, you can now see the way his hazel green eyes take in every inch of you, not missing a single detail as he swallows deeply. 

“Because I’m dead.”

Your jaw tightens. Eyes locking with him as the whole room feels as if it's being consumed by Zayne’s Evol. Your grip on his hand tightens, pulling him just a little closer to you as the thought of Zayne - your Zayne - dying tugs at your soul. “I’d never let Zayne die-”

“There is no you where I’m from. There’s no you to save me. There’s nothing for me where I’m from. All I have there are wanderers. And they’ve finally got me. And now…” Raising your hand with his, he tugs you closer to him, other hand hesitating as it circles around your waist, pulling your body flush against his in desperation. Hoping that for just a little while, he’ll feel something other than his freezing Evol. 

He’s felt it before. 

Everytime he sees you in his dreams, he senses it. 

Even though he can feel his Evol losing control when you’re there. There’s something fighting it. 

Something melting it all off. 

And now… he can finally feel it too. 

For the first time, he can feel it in his own skin as your warmth consumes him. Like a fire melting away the edges of his thorn-stricken heart. 

He wishes that he felt this too when he passed. 

Felt you before his Evol lost control and consumed his body. 

“Now… for the first and last time… may I kiss you? 

He doesn’t notice it.

Doesn’t notice as the tears trickle down his cheek.

Your touch feather soft, you wipe away his tears, your uncertainty of the man before you ebbing away as something within your soul tugs you towards him. Unable to explain. There is no logic behind your thoughts, you only know that he is Zayne. Your Zayne. Maybe not Dr. Zayne. But in your heart of hearts, you know that he is your love. 

Without any hesitation, you close the gap, lips meeting his. Lips that you’ve kissed for a hundred times now feeling as if it’s your first once more as you pull him even closer to you.

Desperate. 

Hungry. 

Hopeless. 

Anguished. 

His hands make their way to the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair as his lips move against yours, heat pulsing through your bodies as he mumbles your name against your lips. “Please… don’t let me go. Not yet…” Your heart breaks as his voice comes out as a plea, far different from what Dr. Zayne would sound like. 

It’s something that you’d never want to hear from Zayne ever again. 

Hearing him so broken. So scared. 

But then, just as you’re about to pull him in once more, your vision starts to go dark, his image blurring out as he clings to you, voice trembling as he realizes that this might be the end. 

The end of his dreams and reality. 

The end of you in his arms. 

For the first and last time. 

“I guess this is it…” Holding out one of his hands, a soft blue glow illuminates the room before a cold flash hits your hand. “Dream or not. I want you to know that I love yo-” 

Before anything else can be said, you feel your head burn, flashes of light blinding you before your body burns as if the blood coursing through your body was lava. 

Shooting up from your bed, your panicked eyes dart around the room, everything is a blur. Your palms start to sweat before your vision finally starts to clear. But the throbbing in your head remains.

Zayne sits beside you, a worried look on his face as he gently takes a hold of your hand, his cool skin helping with calming you down. “Are you okay? You took a nap and then I couldn’t wake you up for a while…” With your hand in his, his brows furrowed as he turned your hand around, palm facing the both of you as he showed you something peculiar. “And what’s this?”

White lines in the shape of a snowflake decorate your palm. 

Holding your hand closer to your face, no words come to mind as you rack your brain for an explanation. But you come up empty handed. 

The longer you stare at the scar-like pattern on your palm, the less you know what it’s about. Uneasiness settles in your gut as your memories seem to evade your grasp. The worried look from Zayne doesn’t help as the sight of him tugs at something within you. “I don’t know…”

Seeing as there’s nothing that he can do to get some answers from you right now, Zayne drops it, though the worry in his being continues to fester. “Alright then, if it’ll make you feel a bit better, I made some hot cocoa-” Before Zayne can finish his sentence, you decide to pull him on top of you, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you bury your face on his neck, inhaling as deep as you can, hoping that his presence will fight away the uneasiness in your body. 

“I won’t ever let you go… ever.” You don’t know what came over you, the words slipping past your lips before you can even register them. 

Wrapping his own arms around you, he maneuvers the two of you until you’re the one who’s on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist as he makes you look at him. “I’m glad.” He whispers before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. 

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