#relic answers

[callsign-relic]

Oh to be a little plastic figurine living in a tiny model city…

Imagine the day you realize there’s a much bigger world out there, filled with much bigger beings. Looking just like you, but… wrong. Soft, almost like the grass you walked upon, but also not. Not made of the same hard material you were. Gazing down at you in awe.

It’s only after a while of staring that you realize it’s not staring at you. At least not directly. No, it hardly noticed you in the vast expanse of your city. The “vast expanse” that’s completely overshadowed by just their torso looking over your home.

Can you return to your plastic, artificial life as normal? Or do you do the unthinkable, and try to communicate with these vast beings?

[askingnpc]

to all of you:

if you were thrown into a high-fantasy world, what roles would you take up?

"No, he's also more of a bard." "But we already said that for Dusk." "Cash-In, are you of all people claiming people can't be similar..." "Shut it."

Most amicable discussion they've had in a while, thanks!

[elvenbeard]

Blaze of glory or quiet life? Why not a little bit of both?

#otp: to bad decisions | 2025 Commissions | Ko-Fi

[briskchips]

I just wanted to say how much I love your stuff! I'm a little shy and new to the CRK community, it's been like 3 weeks? But you helped fuel my unhealthy brainrot and I just wanna say thank you :)

Toxic blue and gold boyfriend cookies got me in a chokehold!! 😭

Do you have your own lil cookie character?

Thank you so much! Welcome to the community I hope you have a lot of fun!!

I don't have like. a cookie oc with a full backstory or anything, but I have a cookiesona! I've still yet to fully complete a design for him, but it's Coffee Grounds cookie!

[canisalbus]

You have a great collection, but it's missing some glow-in-the-dark little dinosaurs.

I've never had glow-in-the-dark dinosaurs (despite having been a dinosaur kid).

I don't know if I've ever seen any in person either? Were they not a thing in Finland when I was little or did I just miss out somehow? I've never thought about this before, feels weird.

[nixiecat]

What film camera do you have! That a child almost crushed !?!? Eek!

it was my Canon AE-1

I love and cherish her dearly, she's in completely perfect condition despite being almost 50 years old

[jamesshawgames]

Hello all! Been a while. I don't really come on Tumblr anymore, but I did just find a bunch of asks in my Inbox, so I'll answer them all now. Apologies if you asked a question and have been waiting a long time, I only just found them now!

[universe-xlll]

draw suggest: visiting lemm~?

I was first gonna just put Ghost with Lemm cleaning some relics, but then this happened...Ended up drawing the Pale sibs from my modern au visiting Lemm´s relic shop, then thought, Lemm wouldn't let anyone touch the relics unless they're someone of trust.

So just imagine that Ghost likes to go and help with taking care of the relics while Hollow is interested on the stories behind each one.

What's Brook looking at on the shelf? only Hornet knows.

Anyways thanks for the drawing suggestion! I will hopefully turn it into a finished art piece :]

[lara-cairncross]

What if... Lansoni? (Sir Lancelot/Shadow x Sonic)

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hey. hey. hey dont fucking tell anyone but Lansoni is basically my favorite version of sonadow. ill go insane right now. ill start biting people.

[baeshijima]

HER LC CAME HOME I CAN SAVE FOR 3.4 AAAAAAAAAA

her stats rn !! might try and get more crit dmg and hp but im actually okay with this considering i farmed the new set for one day

anyway look at cutie patootie lil ica... holds gently sobsob

[callsign-relic]

Borrowing from the Bar

Finally finished this commission for my dear friend @aston-one-77 , and just in time for their birthday :) I’m posting this after the fact, but it was a pleasure finally getting this done, and I’m happy they enjoyed it. I hope you will too :) enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, First Contact AU, GN!Human!Reader, fearplay

An alien exploration ship was no place for a human. Especially not the bar.

But you found you had little choice. You had only wanted to stowaway on the massive ship for as long as it took for them to arrive on a planet you could reasonably stop at. Rest, try to find a way back to your own planet. However, it looked like fate had other plans, and you could do little else but scramble across the steel floors and between the metallic walls as these gigantic aliens had plenty of adventures of their own. It was all you could do to hide, survive, and most importantly of all, try not to get caught.

You’ve had plenty of close encounters before. You’re pretty certain the big blue one is one caught glance away from being completely certain of your presence aboard the ship. But you were decently stealthy-- you’d never actually been caught yet-- and your stockpile of food was running lower than you would like. Whether you liked it or not, the bar was the best place to get a lot of food in such short notice.

And so, there you were. Creeping quietly through the insides of one of the walls, making your way down to ground level. Approaching a light near the floor-- a crack in one of the metal panels to the walls of the ship. Until eventually, you stood right at the opening.

Thunderous footsteps shake you even in just your place. These gigantic robots— towering countless feet above you— walking in and out of the bar, making their way to the bar counter or over to their booths. All talking amongst themselves in booming voices, in an alien language you still haven’t wrapped your head around yet.

You suddenly find yourself jumping back with a yelp as a massive metal foot lands itself before your crack in the wall with a rumbling thud, pulling you out of your train of thought, before slowly lifting and continuing out of view.

Right. You had to move eventually.

And slowly, you peeked your head out of the crack, turning it left and then right. The coast would never be completely clear, but you had a decent path over to the bar counter for now. All you had to do was get there, grab anything somewhat edible, and get back into the walls. Easy enough. With deep inhale, you charge forwards into the room.

You’re quick to realize that the bar is a lot bigger than it looks. That should have been a given, but based on the way your breath picks up and your heart starts pumping, you realize you’re running out of stamina faster than you’d like. Ducking and weaving between metal footfalls, making sudden detours into empty seating booths, just trying not to trip against the polished steel floors.

From where you stand, under the high table of an unoccupied booth, you gather you’re about halfway there. Your chest is pounding. You take in a few breaths— almost hyperventilating at first, but soon enough, your breath slows to a more reasonable pace. You could do this. You were going to be fine.

Your courage gathered, you dash forwards into the fray, the bar counter the only thing in sight—

Until you bump into something so hard everything goes black.

-

Light slowly filters in through your vision. At the same time, a searing pain blooms from your forehead, throbbing in stinging pulses. Your eyes strain to open under the harsh light of the bar…

Wait. The bar.

Then is finally when you shoot up in your seat, but you can’t help the yell that escapes past your lips as you’re met with a terrifying sight.

The heads of more bots than you could count were all surrounding you. Staring directly at you.

You watch some of their faces light up. Reacting to you finally waking up, no doubt. Many of them started speaking over each other all at once, their voices utterly booming at such a proximity— it was enough to make your teeth ache. But it was only after a while of staring at their awestruck faces that you noticed something was… off.

Their faces were almost… warped, at certain places. As if they were bent at certain angles. You’d caught glances of their faces before, none of them had ever looked like that before. So that could only mean—

A sharp clink tears through the air as one of the mechs’ hands suddenly slams down atop you— only to be stopped midair. Your suspicions were confirmed. You had been trapped in some gigantic, glass cube. And it was slowly being lifted from above you.

In a panic, you scramble back, attempting to cower against the far wall, but even that was being lifted from you. You had only wanted food, but

“Woah, don’t be so hasty, Swerve!”

A loud, boisterous voice breaks through the crowd, and yet the words still don’t go understood by you. Nonetheless, the crowd of bots in front of you all turn their helms behind themselves, and slowly part to make way for whomever was approaching.

You find yourself almost blinded by the sight.

A decently tall mech, even for their standards, shining in freshly polished, reddish-orange plating strides up to the bar counter— where you were being held. The red hand above you lifts, and your glass prison falls down around you once more. The taller mech crosses the distance from the entrance to the counter with sheer ease; what would take you hours to cross, he covered in mere seconds, all with the distant thud of his footsteps rumbling below you.

As he stops in front of the counter, you’re level with his hips. You have to reel your head much farther back than you’re comfortable with to meet his gaze. And once you do, he grins at you.

“Aw. Now aren’t you a cutie?” His voice is powerful, even at a distance and slightly muffled through the glass, but even you could tell when you were being cooed at. The mech��s gaze shifts from you, however, to the mech who was behind you, crossing his arms. “Where’d you say you found this thing, Swerve?”

You whip your head around to find a much smaller mech manning the bar. Short and stocky in his frame, coated in white and red paint— and despite his easygoing smile, you didn’t trust the fact that you couldn’t really read him. At least, not behind his opaque, vibrant blue visor.

The bartender shrugs, “Was walkin’ across the bar floor when the little guy ran into my pede. I scooped it up, wanted to make sure it was still functional, but you know how word spreads like an electrical fire ‘round these parts, ya’ know? Suddenly the bar was all up in arms, wantin’ to see, and I just left it here under an energon cube so people could see. It woke up, so I started liftin’ the glass so I could check on it. Then’s when ya’ stopped me. And now we’re talkin’.”

As the bartender spoke, the red mech listened to him with a certain attentiveness. One that almost commanded authority… oh, no. Please don’t say that this was their leader…

“Huh,” the apparent captain uncrosses his arms, squatting down to level himself with you. You flinch back, your space suddenly awash in the blue glow of his eyes, and your chest starts pounding once more. Despite it all, he gives you a reassuring smile (though whether or not it succeeds in reassuring you is doubtful at best), before he rises back to his full height. “Thanks for telling me, Swerve. I can take it from here.”

Your ears almost ache from the amount of objections that erupt in the bar.

“What, really? But I just found it, Rodimus,” Swerve half chuckles, taking a handful of what you assumed were dust coated snacks and plating them in the same type of cube you were being stored in. The occasional mech leans over the counter to grab one, leaving a few still scattered about the countertop. “Ya’ can’t blame me for bein’ just a little curious.”

“I know, I know,” Rodimus sighs, closing his eyes as he shakes his head solemnly. “But Magnus would kick me in the skid plates if I didn’t follow protocol. Sorry, but rules are the rules.”

Swerve’s smile falters, if only a little. “Heh, uh. Since when’d you start carin’ about the rules…?”

His mutterings must have gone unheard (or ignored) however, as Rodimus once again sighs. Extra loudly, this time. “Rules are the rules,” he insists, extending his servo out to the smaller bot.

Swerve hesitates, if only for a moment. Before his smile returns, and with a content little shrug, he hands the captain a cube, its dark contents shifting around from the movement. “Thanks, Swerve. I’ll take care of it from here.” Rodimus brings the cube near his chest, striding to the exit like a hunter taking home his big game. “Nothin’ to see here, people. Get back to your drinks. I’ve got this.”

The captain turns the corner, and the bar is silent. But a quiet murmur picks back up, and soon enough, chatter fills the air.

“It was so small.”

“Did you see the fabrics it was wearing? And the stringy stuff coming out of its helm? Organics are so weird!”

“No fair, I didn’t get a good look at it!”

Swerve nods along. A uniquely calm smile remains on his dermas as he grabs a rag in the inner bar counter and reaches for an empty glass--

“Oop. Sorry, lil’ guy, almost grabbed yours.”

Massive, thick red digits pull away from the glass walls that surround you, shifting ever so slightly to your left, instead wrapping around an empty glass and lifting it into the air with pure ease. The large mech looks out onto the bar, even as you shakily come to your feet. You dash to the far wall of your prison, slamming your fists against the glass, shouting for his attention, demanding he let you go--

He glances to you. You freeze. Another little smile creeps up his lips as he places down his polishing rag, and suddenly, a wide digit moves towards you. Even though you know you’re protected, you can’t help but stumble back as his digit approaches you, even going so far as to land on your rear as your arms raise upwards.

Swerve taps at the top of the cube. Once. Then twice. Three times. Each tap of his massive metal finger on the glass of the cube echoing through your prison in painfully sharp clinks. All while the bartender smiled at you, quietly mouthing words in his low voice that you couldn’t possibly hope to comprehend. Placing something in his mouth— what looked like a small cube of the glowing substance they all consumed, coated in a dust the same dark color as the bodysuit you wore— larger than your own body, yet pulled back into his maw, disappearing without a trace.

It looks as though you were going to stay at the bar for much longer than you had originally planned.

[askingnpc]

This is SO SIGMA what the skibidi

Your brainrot has killed the old man

[swordfright]

in latest chapter of stagger, dream calls tommy's knuckle bone a relic. (ex)catholic!dream real? (this is to say, would you expand more on what the suggestion of a reliquary—if intentional—means about him lol)

ok fascinating question. i wouldn't say i headcanon any of the characters as Literally Catholic (though i do love when ppl draw c!tommy with a huge dangly crucifix, it's hilarious) but i also don't think it's a stretch to say the dsmp is a very religious storyworld in a lot of ways. we're meant to understand that a number of characters are either gods, believed to be gods, god-adjacent, are acting on behalf of a god, or have been granted divine powers in some sense. i actually looked this up just now and found this list on the wiki, and while i don't personally 100% agree with some of these characters being Literal Gods, i do think the fact that the audience and characters are even discussing whether a given character "counts as a god" indicates that religion is.....kinda fundamentally baked into the world of the story??

as for c!dream specifically, I've always seen him as...maybe not necessarily a religious character, but at the very least a character who has religion happen to him. we don't really get much of an indication of what his beliefs are at the beginning of the story, and we certainly don't get any insight into what beliefs he might've been raised with growing up (dsmp is a very "present" story and i'm sooo grateful for that), but regardless, by the final arcs of the story he has been made the subject of divine intervention. he has a book that belongs to, or was created by a god. a god wears his face. etc. (if you wanna get real nitpicky about it, i don't think we can say "his sister is a god" because i don't think anyone actually says that in canon, including drista herself, but personally i always loved that bit of fanlore so it's canon To Me lmfao.) honestly, i think the best evidence that dream is religious even in the earlier arcs of the story is the fact that dream co-founds church prime — especially this stream from november 2020 where he invites tubbo to pray with him inside the church before they go to war against each other. dream kills tubbo immediately after the two of them step outside the holy land, but he clearly respects the church as a sanctuary and upholds it as such (when cc!tubbo uploaded the VOD he cut the first hour, including this interaction, but the entire thing was recorded and archived so you can still watch it.)

to answer your Actual Question — when i wrote that line i was thinking about how many relics historically were purported body parts of saints. so the word "relic" came to mind when i was figuring out how to describe a scene where someone basically steals a body part and hides it away for a divine purpose, i.e. a resurrection ritual. i didn't really put any more thought into it than that, but i do think it's fun to imagine the religious parts of c!dream's inner life, especially during his incarceration. "god appears to you in your time of greatest torment wearing your face" goes hard obviously, and it also genuinely sounds like it could be part of a lot of historical martyrdom tales.

so like. there's a lot there! i know a lot of folks find the religious headcanons annoying, which i understand, but you can't deny...there's A Lot There lmfao

[canisalbus]

I think the good thing about people being silly about the gay dogs is that the dogs get to be silly. No more murder. No more angst. Only worm.

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[scrawnytreedemon]

Pale King Dude

What about him?

[m1ckeyb3rry]

damn if u werent on the na server id offer u my 5.5k atk luocha as a sustain

ANON you are very generous tbh i had to ask my friend what this meant but now i know 🫡 YOU MUST HAVE WORKED HARD ON THIS LUOCHA!! i wish i could use him T_T but alas i am too baldeaglepilled 💔💔💔 in another life maybe