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Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Original Work Characters: Krystll (OC), Zerie (OC) Additional Tags: There are other OCs mentioned in the story but don't actually show up and they go as follows:, Maroon (OC) - Freeform, Midnight (OC) - Freeform, discussion of body horror, Discussion of Body Modification, dunno what else to tag so I'll have more proper trigger warnings, OOPS I FORGOT A MENTIONED OC, Hare (OC) - Freeform

Summary: Zerie contemplates his own nature, and Krystll attempts to comfort him.

"That was kind of hot" and it's Krystll saying it. Have fun!

Alright, here it is, finally!

I could’ve used this prompt for a lot of different things, but I decided to do the unexpected thing and use it to write a Krystll and Zerie interaction. Please enjoy!

(Please note that I have not proofread this nor did I write this at a time when I was completely awake, so please forgive any errors.)

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It was knocking that snapped Zerie out of his stupor.

He frowned and lowered his hand, picking up on the rap-rap-rapping of knuckles just on the outside of his door. Accompanying the disturbance of his quiet came an inquisitive drawl: “Helloooooo? Zerie?” It was Krystll’s voice, muffled by the door.

Zerie frowned harder than he had already been frowning for the past several minutes. Answering her would mean either rolling off the bed, forcing his legs to work one after the other, turning the knob and opening the door, or opening his trap and making noises in the form of the ever-curious thing known as vocabulary. Just considering either option drained him of even the dregs of energy he had left.

So, instead of doing the polite human thing and acknowledging Krystll, Zerie rolled on his bed until his face was firmly pressed into the fabric.

Unthinkably, his problem persisted no matter how hard he ignored it. “Are you okay in there?” Krystll sounded worried now as she tapped against the door some more. “Maroon asked me to check in on you…”

Oh. Wow. What a supportive little sibling Zerie had. Too bad that he didn’t show up in person. But, whatever. He just showed oh so much care for his brother!

Ugh. Even in Zerie’s misery, he couldn’t help but feel bad for thinking such things about Maroon. He seemed stuck in a spiral of hatred toward everyone and everything that entered his mind, no matter how briefly. He sighed deeply into his bed.

At least Krystll had gone quiet again. Maybe she had left. Good. Zerie could get through this alone.

The knocking abruptly resounded again, louder and more persistent than before. “I don’t think you understand how determined I am,” Krystll announced. “Do you KNOW how good I am at knocking? Well, buddy, if you don’t stop me now, you are about to LEARN the hard way! Knockity knock knock knock~”

“OH MY GOD, SHUT UP.” Zerie dug his palms into his bed and forced himself up, craning his back and whirling around on his bed. He rolled off the mattress and stomped over to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open.

He came eye to eye with Krystll, who wore a triumphant smile on her face. He scowled at her. “You win,” he huffed. Zerie stepped away from the door and returned to his bed, letting Krystll enter.

She slid in the room and shut the door behind her. “So, what’s up?” Now that they were literally behind closed doors, the provocative playfulness had left her voice. Zerie’s eyes flicked to hers; they were filled with worry.

Worry? For him? Jeez. He didn’t need worry. He’d be just fine. Zerie bit the inside of his cheek before answering. “What did Maroon send you here for?” he asked cautiously.

She shrugged, tilting her head, her curled hair bouncing and shimmering with the movement. “They noticed you weren’t doing too hot after everything,” she said. She reconsidered her words and sighed. “Well, none of us are, but we gotta look after everyone, y’know? Even if you’re fine, it doesn’t hurt to ask.”

Zerie frowned. “Well, you got your answer,” he retorted, crossing his legs and planting his hands on the bed, leaning into the pillowy fabric. “I’ll be fine. I just need some time alone.” For the moment, he was almost glad that Maroon himself hadn’t come to talk. He could picture his brother’s eyes narrowing, darting to meet his, their face carrying the expression they made whenever they caught him in a lie.

…but Zerie wasn’t lying, so why would Maroon call him out on it? He shifted uncomfortably and lowered his gaze. UGH. Stupid hypotheticals becoming real.

“...right.” Krystll sounded just as skeptical as Maroon was in Zerie’s hypothetical. She stepped away from the doorway and joined him on the bed, the mattress sinking with her weight. “Got anything to talk about?”

Zerie’s lips pursed together. How was he supposed to answer a question that he could say both yes and no to? He had plenty to discuss- what was difficult was trying to isolate a single topic from the tangled masses of his mind. The events of the previous days blurred together in a nightmare whirlwind, and he knew that he’d come apart if he even attempted to unfurl individual scenes and examine them.

…come apart…

Strange that Zerie knew what that felt like now. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block the memory, but that only seemed to draw forth the images he was working so hard to avoid.

He didn’t clearly remember the moment, but he remembered being burned alive by the force of the sun. He remembered every single particle that made up his body being ripped apart and incinerated, every fraction of an inch of his existence destroyed on a sun’s whim. To describe the experience as painful was to call a hurricane a breeze- the agony that had enveloped him in that single moment was beyond human comprehension, yet it seemed etched onto his very soul. There was no way he’d ever be able to describe it to Krystll, nor to Midnight or Hare. The only one who understood was Maroon, the one who’d shared the same awful fate.

And then… the events of what happened directly afterwards were wispy in his mind and fraying at the seams, but Zerie could recall the emotions running through him in that instant perfectly. They resonated so profoundly throughout his mind that the mere reminder sent searing anger and wild triumph scoring across his brain.

He knew for sure that he’d been less than human then. Zerie had come to doubt that he ever was human, especially recently, but that experience seemed to confirm his suspicions. For a fleeting instance, he’d become a weapon, a stitched-together blade that was rough and frayed at the edges. All the better for rending flesh, for ripping violently and letting things snap at your will. All the better for throwing yourself headlong into danger just for a chance to cut, and cut, and saw, and tear and rip and cut and maybe, just maybe to pierce–

Zerie had become a glowing white inferno, a beacon that arced through the air. They’d become an arrow, nocked and shot, but had never hit their target.

As a weapon, he’d failed miserably, but as a person, how was he supposed to feel about that?

Now that he knew what it was like to be inanimate, did he ever have a chance to go back to feeling like a person?

“Z-r–?”

And was he just supposed to explain these feelings to someone?! Was he supposed to be able to describe what it was like to force one’s own body to come back to life and rearrange itself?

“Z—e!–r-ie?! A—y– ok-y?”

And how, just how, does one even begin to touch on the fear that…

“Zer-e! Y–r han-s— are-yo- ok-y–

…that maybe he’d rebuilt himself imperfectly? Why did the thought linger in his mind that all of his pieces were there, but they didn’t fit together the same anymore?

–erie!”

Had he… degraded? Decayed? Rotted? What if he was broken beyond repair–?!

“Zerie!”

His thoughts unraveled as he came to, facing Krystll’s worried gaze directly before him. He stared back, unsure what she wanted, and still stunned from his wandering mind.

“Your hands,” she said gently. “Well, your fingertips. Are they okay?”

“What do you mean?” he frowned, and looked down at his hands splayed on the bed. Yes, ever since that incident (he had to swallow hard and clench his jaw to keep himself from thinking about it again), his fingertips had blackened and his nails had hardened. He supposed it wasn’t dissimilar from Maroon’s hands… but, curiously, Maroon’s hands had been that way before they’d ever met.

And curiouser still… Maroon’s very hands used to corrode everything they came into contact with.

Cautiously, Zerie lifted his hands from the bed.

He’d left behind five perfect black circular imprints on the bed, all positioned where each of his fingers had been.

He sucked in a sharp breath, clutching his hands close to his chest. A second later, he jerked them away, arms shaking, hands dangling limply at the wrists. He held them far away from his body, or as far as he could without ripping them off of him, but the mere act risked his own touch rotting his very skin.

His fingers twitched, trembling in the air, as if they had gained a mind of their own, anticipating the next thing they brought to decay. Zerie’s lip curled in disgust and his teeth gritted at the very thought of his own body betraying him in such a way. No, no, if he were to be made a weapon again, it would be at his own discretion, not the result of some natural poison–

“-hey! Hey.”

Once again he was brought back to attention thanks to Krystll’s interjections. Zerie flinched in surprise as she suddenly pressed her palm to his and threaded their fingers together. “What are you doing?!” he demanded, eyes growing wide. “Didn’t you see what happened to–”

“The bed? Yeah.” Krystll gave him a hard-eyed look and only squeezed his hands tighter, brushing away all of his concerns. “Calm down. Eyes on me. Let’s take some deep breaths, okay?” Slowly, she started to draw in a breath.

Zerie didn’t bother following her lead; he leaned away, desperately trying to tug himself out of her grip. “I-I could hurt you,” he blurted, eyes darting away, almost fearing that he’d see her wither and crumble right before him. “Y-you’ve seen it with Maroon! Everything he touched corroded-”

“And it got better, didn’t it?”

Zerie shut up.

“It’s only your fingertips that are affected,” she continued. Krystll lowered their interlocked fingers to Zerie’s lap and opened their hands. She cupped Zerie’s palm in hers, using her thumbs to trace the ridges of his sooty fingernails, keeping eye contact. He shuddered, suddenly realizing that he could not feel Krystll’s touch at his fingertips- had his nerves died at the black spots? “And with Maroon, the black gunk went up to his wrists before they could hurt people with it. Even then, he wore gloves, and later it went away.” She smiled, her eyes gleaming softly. “You have nothing to worry about. It’s not going to hurt anybody.”

Zerie’s eyes fluttered back to hers, his hands still shaky. “Wh-what about…” his voice trailed off, but he knew whatever excuse he came up with would easily be refuted by Krystll.

She smirked. “Okay, let’s challenge this train of thought. Let’s say it gets worse and you start rotting everything you touch.” Krystll let go of him with one hand, and held up a declarative finger. “Well, first of all, you have a super cool sibling that’s already been through what you’re going through and is happy to give you advice and help you. Right?”

“...right.” Zerie swallowed hard.

“But let’s say that’s not enough. What then?” Krystll raised a second finger. “Well, then you have a super smart boyfriend that knows all about how your soul works and can probably whip something up to save everyone. Yay Hare! Say it with me. Yay-!”

“Yay Hare,” Zerie finished. He was smiling now. He shook his head at Krystll, who only reciprocated the grin.

“And thirdly, if even that doesn’t seem to work?” Krystll lifted her third finger. “Well, you have a super badass girlfriend who’ll agree with me on this front: That’s kinda hot.”

“WHAT.” Zerie immediately yanked his hands from Krystll’s, giving her a dumbfounded look.

“Y’know?” Krystll gestured at him.

“N-no?!” Zerie narrowed his eyes at her, perfectly perplexed by whatever she was trying to convey. “No, I don’t know! What the HELL?! Why’d you say something like that?!”

Krystll huffed and crossed her arms. “Because I’m right! C’mon, you know Midnight- hell, you’re dating her- but we’ve known each other for years. She’ll definitely think that this is hot.” When Zerie didn’t reply, she side-eyed him. “Admit it: you think so too.”

“No I don’t!”

“Oh, really? You don’t think that someone fighting so hard to protect their loved ones and degrading themself in the process isn’t at least a little hot?” Krystll frowned at him.

“...okay, maybe a little,” Zerie conceded, rolling his eyes.

Krystll’s face split into a grin. “Then I’m right.”

He just scoffed and pushed her away from him. “What you are is a weirdo.”

“A right weirdo!” Krystll laughed, stumbling away. She stood from the bed, brushing off the spot Zerie had shoved her, and beamed at him. “I got you feeling better, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Zerie rolled his eyes, then reminded her, “But only ‘cause Maroon asked you to. You only get some of the credit.”

“Whaaaat.” Krystll’s face fell as she was drifting toward the doorway. “That’s not fair!”

“Too bad.” Zerie stuck his tongue out. “If you have a problem with it, fight with Maroon to get a bigger chunk of credit.”

Krystll hummed, the tune ominous in her throat. “Maybe I will,” she mused. “I bet I can get him to concede… without… well, you know,” she added, shooting Zerie a glance.

He just grinned. “You go do that.”

“Alright.” Krystll pulled the doorway open, spun through it, and waved her fingers at Zerie. “Bye-bye! Love ya!” With that, she shut the door, and Zerie was alone again.

Only now, the solitude wasn’t so pressing, nor did Zerie feel so bad about himself. He fell back on his bed again, his breath escaping him in a whoosh. It was amazing how Krystll always seemed to find the right thing to say; it was a testament to the existence of her natural charms. He was glad that the grudge he’d held against her had long faded by now- hating her wouldn’t have made the scene that just played out go as well as it did.

Speaking of which… Zerie lifted his hands up and took another look at his black-clawed hands.

Huh… I guess Krystll actually was right. I guess they are kinda hot. Damn. Okay.

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Ouppy from yesterday:) I tried to get as many photos as possible,, he was soso friendly,, they had a black Ouppy but they were pretty shy,,,

Yes yes yes I saw the puppies on discord!!!! Such wonderful puppers..,,,,,

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Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

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Let’s go All Over The Fucking Place with mama!

Have I ever mentioned that Ameya has the most insane sleeping positions ever, like sprawled out, halfway off the bed, or even on the floor entirely. She can sleep anywhere.

She loves to snuggle up next to people but they have to deal with this <3

Jaide belongs to my friend @artblock-tm !!

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Let’s bite mama:)

Jaide belongs to my friend @artblock-tm :)

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On my hands and knees crawling back to the fate series to have fun with doodles. More under the cut as per usual

Shoutout to that time I remembered I was completely insane about Lancelot. Actually that last one is several months older than all the others— but even though it’s hard to tell, that’s still a Lancelot doodle :)

Yeah uh. I drew this after getting Dantès to NP2. I adore him and by god does he love me

Aaaand finally, a Crypter and Beast OC that I’ve been toying around with, heheh (they/them for both)! Since I have a Mastersona, I figured I’d try my hand at making a Cyrptersona too… and thought it’d be neat if they turned into a Beast…. chuckles evilly

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Let’s hang out with mama…….,,

Family bonding:) <— throwing rings at Jaide

Let’s be carried by Mama,,

Jaide and Levi belong to my friend @artblock-tm :)

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I redesigned my sona Artblock (they/them) recently! While I’ll keep drawing them as silly as I want go represent certain moods, this design certainly correlates more to Artblock’s actual character.

More doodles under the cut— along with some pfps and angst :)

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they are SO lost!!!!!!!!

Jaide belongs to @artblock-tm :)

And a version without text <3

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OHMYGOD???????!???

you know practically everything about Attakai already but lemme see if I can scrounge up a few fun facts…

-perhaps this is obvious from the fact that she’s the literal ocean, but she smells strongly of salt

-Attakai’s healing magic has been described to feel mildly uncomfortable at first, but then soothing like ocean waves lapping at your wound and numbing it

-as the wife of Nova, she was relatively popular in eldritch being social circles, but became isolated when he died and Thirio was around instead (not necessarily because Thirio cut her off, but because she was grieving and losing some of her healthier habits)

-Attakai, in her sea beast form, has definitely eaten humans out of curiosity, but later found them cute and liked to play with their ships instead (which made for some very confused sailors)

that’s all I can think of! I’m excited to see if you come up with anything :) and here’s her ref handy

ATTAKAI MY BELOVED ♥️♥️♥️

So I think it’s kind of obvious for Attakai to be some kind of seafood dish and I was going to go with something like fried, grilled, or baked something but I wanted the food I chose to kind of reflect her as a character and from what I know about her I think I did a pretty good job.

Firstly she’d have a yummy Cioppino soup (fisherman’s stew) served in a cheddar biscuit bread bowl!

Cioppino is said to taste like the sea and it has a tomato and wine broth base, with the addition of shallots, garlic, onion and other vegetables it can become a very hearty soup. It is usually made with Clams, clam juice, shrimp and one or multiple of the following fish: Halibut, Cod, Salmon or Snapper. It is also seasoned with Red Pepper flakes, Oregano, Thyme and sometimes Saffron.

I decided that soup would be my best choice for Attakai because Soup is something you’d most likely eat when sick and Cioppino contains a lot of healthy ingredients, even if it isn’t the typical soup someone would eat when they’re sick. I also decided that it would go in a bread bowl since soup pairs well with breads but specifically cheddar biscuit because they compliment seafood quite well.

I also chose a bread bowl because to me, bread is a very motherly food item. It holds and soaks things in and is used as a base to make and hold together plenty of dishes. Plus fluffy bread feels like a hug and I know Attakai is a hugger (at least fairly confident she is)

Then I decided as a dessert to go with a tropical fruit bowl. In a coconut. Because why not? Technically the fruit bowl has a lightly salted honey glaze but I couldn’t figure out how to show that. So I am telling you in words. I don’t really have a reason for this exactly I only thought that having something lighter that’s still fairly sweet would be something good to pair with a soup like Cioppino.

Lastly for her drink I just went with a Bluerberry Mojito. Mojito is a fun cocktail (or Mocktail if Attakai does not enjoy alcohol) that pairs really well with seafood and is made with white rum, sugar, lime, mint, soda water and sometimes Jalepeño. Some people prefer to add fruit to theirs as well, such as blueberry! The main reason I picked this drink was again, because it paired well with seafood. The lime and Mint even in just carbonated water is very fizzy, refreshing and citrusy and is considered a summer, by the beach type of drink and sometimes tastes like cool waves washing over you on a hot day and I believe the fizz it has sometimes mimics that of seafoam washing up and bubbling across the sand as well.

Anyways I believe that is all. Now for the fun part, the part that I’ve been excited for (the Art)

May I just say. Attakai is beautiful. She’s so fantastic

I also really enjoyed doing this and I can’t wait to see if anyone else drops in my ask box with a character and info about them as well

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Hey guys Noot is an incredible artist, loves hearing about OCs, AND is insanely cracked at drawing good. Send an ask !!!!

Hey you—! anyone looking at this post. That’s right I’m talking to you, you should totally drop one of your silly OC’s in my inbox and tell me whatever you want about them so I can maybe draw a little sketch of them with a food/beverage/dish I think they would be with the given information and character

I kindly demand that you give me as much funfacts about them as possible. In fact. Go absolutely insane I need to know everything about your silly creature. And if you have a taste or food in mind that you think your OC would be tell me that too. (:

Also important to know that you might just get a sketch or something more detailed (it’ll depend on how I’m feeling i suppose) so. Be both warned and prepared, thank you! <3

FYI: I may be a bit slow to answer any asks and I kindly request that people don’t bombard me with more than one ask or dm me about their ask either, I’d like to do this in my free time for fun, not because I have deadlines or others make me feel obligated to finish them as fast as possible.

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i want to be circled like i’m a prey animal. As everyone does surely

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My magnum opus…..

This is step one down a very long path of getting to make the amvs of my OCs that exist only in my head into real things!! But for now, take this messy animatic featuring Doodle and Medea <3

Reblogs appreciated! I spent literal months on this…

with a cameo from @therealnoot’s OC, Clef :)

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Okay I didn't adjust color on this at all.

Who told Vice he was allowed to be purple?

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No title Tumblr will do its work…

Okay. So. This was based off of a bit I’m doing with my friends, the characters of Jaide and ET belong to said friends @artblock-tm and @cosmoknightchaos :)!

The final Bianca Bit. How we feelin’.

I spent days on this Im taking a nap

The text used in this drawing belongs to an amazing creator named @weird-coby-core , his work is amazing and it’s very neatly done:)!

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I definitely should formally introduce this sona before mermay is over :) this is Captain Erwyn Roberts (he/she), the fiercest pirate captain this side of the sea!

…he also falls head over heels for a mermaid.

some other doodles below the cut :)

Oh!! This story is a collaborative effort between me and a friend! @cosmoknightchaos thank you for providing the fish for Erwyn to fall in love with <3