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A surprise final panel to St. Domingue Oiseaux (St. Domingue's Birds) (1776).
Pale-throated sloth (Bradypus tridactylus)
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#sloth#animals#animal#fauna#cute animals#three toed sloth#two toed sloth#poll#tumblr polls#my polls#random poll#fun polls#poll time#random polls#polls#tumblr poll#fandom polls#polls on tumblr#polls polls polls#polls are fun#Brown-Throated Sloth#Bradypus variegatus#Pale-Throated Sloth#Bradypus tridactylus#Maned Sloth#Bradypus torquatus#Pygmy Three-Toed Sloth#Bradypus pygmaeus#Linnaeus's Two-Toed Sloth#Choloepus didactylus
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Happy #InternationalSlothDay!
George Edwards’ male Pale-throated Sloth (Bradypus tridactylus) from The Naturalist’s Miscellany Vol. 1, 1789, looking rather offended! This is probably because it read the rude things being written about it in the accompanying text:
“So extraordinary is the union of awkwardness and ugliness in this uncommon creature, that it has generally been regarded as one of the most striking examples of animal deformity.” 🤨
“A celebrated naturalist, the Count Buffon, will not allow this creature to have any share in contributing to the general beauty in the chain of beings, but regards it as an ill-constructed mass of deformity, created only for misery….” ☹️
“With submission, however, to this lively naturalist, I should not hesitate to believe that the sloth, not withstanding this appearance of wretchedness and deformity, is as well-fashioned for its proper modes and habits of life, and feels as much happiness in its solitary and obscure retreats, as the rest of the animal world of greater locomotive powers and superior external elegance.” 🤷🏻♀️
via Biodiversity Heritage Library
#animals in art#european art#animal holiday#illustration#18th century art#George Edwards#The Naturalist’s Miscellany#BHL#Biodiversity Heritage Library#natural history art#scientific illustration#sloth#International Sloth Day#lithograph#Pale-Throated Sloth
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this design goes so hard
#2 pairs of arms.. i love youuuu#character is pale throated sloth (kemono friends)#ill draw her eventually its just sloths are really boring animals so its hard to think of poses
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Belphie blinks at you in greeting as you slide under the covers with him, only humming gently when you hold onto him for dear life. Dark indigo eyes noticing with interest that you haven't even started getting ready for RAD yet---not that he was one to talk---the Avatar of Sloth merely gives you a lazy smirk and wraps his tail around you under the covers as you whisper a strangled out, 'hide me'.
He nods slowly, his throat feeling much too heavy, and he himself feeling much too lazy to use his words. A pale hand pulls the covers over your head, just in time too, as Lucifer bursts into the room, ruby red eyes shining like a wolf on the hunt.
"Have you seen MC?" The eldest asks, paying no mind to the usual sound of morning chaos coming from the rest of the house.
Belphie lets out a strangled, lazy, "Nope." all the while his tail tightens around you.
Lucifer shakes his head. Looking at the you shaped lump under the covers. Merely pinching the bridge of his hooked nose and sighing, "MC. If you wanted a break from RAD, you could've just asked instead of opting to hide."
You pop out from under the covers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Belphegor's arms wrap around you from under the covers, his eyes sleepily tracing the features of your face as you speak.
"Right.....yeah. Sorry Luci?" You tilt your head, the Avatar of Pride's eyes soften a fraction.
"Be sure to catch up on your schoolwork, we only have room for one academic failure in this house and I'm afraid that spot has permanently been reserved for Mammon." Lucifer says sternly, though you can see the faintest upward quirk of his lips.
"Aye aye Captain." You nod, sleepily saluting the eldest.
"Belphegor."
Belphie turns to look at his eldest brother.
"Just because MC has a day off school, it doesn't mean you have one. Your uniform's hanging up by your desk." The ebony-haired demon walks out of the room.
"...Diavolo fucking dammit."
#rant incoming😋😋😋😋#i had my first proper day back at school today im going to jump off of a building tyvm.#gng im not stepping foot in there again my uniform sucks and im eepy and its only been one day#but i got half of my results back and they spell out BAABAA like a sheep which is fun 😋#so this year im gonna have to GRIND to work those As up to A*s/maintain those As; and then work the B's up to As (+ if its a high B; an A*)#+ i cant do any languages for A levels if i dont do higher tier in all aspects of it; which I NO NO WANNA ITS GONNA BE HARD :(#+ im starting violin this saturday (i can hardly play piano gng idk what im doing)#gng idk im struggling but not struggling? like happy for the oppurtunities but by Jesus Christ im going to do a whip nae nae#obey me imagines#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me headcanons#obey me mc#omswd#obey me lucifer#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie
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Hey. Could you do an hc or fic where instead of mc coming to devildom as an exchange student but was summoneded from an other world by accident. And in the world they were taught to fight and survive in any situation and is really strong. For example they were able to fight belphi off long enough for the demon bros to come. Thanks
Ohohohohoooo shietttt
Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!
I've actually thought about this before, mainly that MC's power is comparable to that of Sebas Tian from Overlord, so I'll use him as a reference. This is a really cool idea tho
Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~
Click here if you wanna request!
Warnings: Cursing, Near-Death/Traumatic Experiences, MC is fuckin goated, Very suggestive (Asmo's part)
Lucifer
Would it suck if I said that bro would be slightly relieved to hear you had inhuman strength?
Just one less thing he has to worry about while you're down here
He actually saw your display of ability when you were in a fight at school
He'd gotten there a little too late, however, and witnessed you take a hard punch from a demon
Once he saw you dust yourself off before landing a side kick to the demon's torso, causing them to fly back into the wall, and cause a huge crack to form, he was probably more impressed than anything
Really, bro is more like a proud father that would ask "How did the other guy look?" After a fight involving you
Of course, he dragged the both of you away to scold you
After the other demon was gone, he began asking questions like "Have you always had this ability?", "Where did you come from again?", and "Could I possibly use you to threaten Mammon?"
Mammon
Speaking of the greedy baby boy, he actually walked in on you while you were on an enraging phone call
Baby boy just sat down on your bed, waiting for you to get off of your phone so he could have your full attention
He didn't want to bug you while you were irritated, you're scary and he doesn't want you to be angry with him!
His face pales when he sees you crush your D.D.D. with your bare hand
The device crumpled like a damn paper ball!
He yelped at the sight, sunglasses falling off of his face
You sighed and looked over at him, a smile forming on your face
"What's up, Mammoney?" You asked sweetly
"Uh-uh, nope, we ain't just gonna sit here and pretend like that shit didn't just happen, since when could you, a human, do shit like that! I thought all humans were weak!"
You just kind shrugged. "I'm a different kind of human, mind you, I was summoned here from a different dimension all together. I'm probably not like the humans you're used to interacting with."
Well, the only humans he interacts with are witches
"W-Whatever, I wanted to ask ya if ya had any money I could borrow to pay back the witches, but I might just consider taking ya with me to scare'em off."
Leviathan
The two of you were playing video games one night
You happened to be quite the gamer yourself, only you played more arguably rage-inducing games
You explained to him how you managed to punch a whole through your PC once and he totally doesn't believe you at first
"Yeah, right. A normie like you couldn't possibl-"
You showed him a photo that you'd taken a long time ago when the events transpired
His jaw drops at the damage
"N-No way!"
Is actually pretty amazed by it but lowkey still doesn't believe you until he sees you break Belphegor's wrist and sending him flying with a punch when the Avatar of Sloth attacked you
Asmodeus
Bro immediately gets horny
Especially if he finds out via you getting into a fight with someone over him
Like this lower demon will not get the hint and he puts his hand on Asmo
Homeboy is about to go fucking feral, but before he can, he sees you grab the demon by the throat and slam his body to the concrete, earning a loud crack
"Oh my, MC, I didn't realize how strong you were~"
Looks at you like how we look at the brothers
Horny bastard wants to be manhandled and carried like a bride and he'll get his way soon
Satan
Homie is sooo intrigued when he finds out
He probably saw you mid-meltdown
You thought you were home alone, that's why your door was open
So when you punched a large ass hole in the wall, homie saw it and immediately was like "IntErEstInG"
He'll definitely be the most curious about it
"What are the magical factors behind your powers?", "Do your abilities have limitations?", "Can we test to see if they rival that of a demon's?"
Will definitely try to use you for pranks on Lucifer
Beelzebub
The hungy boi saw you lift one of the weights he uses without too much struggle
He was definitely impressed
Continues eating his burger while walking up to you
"MC, you're really strong. You wanna be my workout partner?"
He believes that if you workout really hard and are really strong, you need more food
So he actually shares his food with you every now and then 🥲
Sometimes though, you'll have to explain to him that you're full and you don't need the extra protein
Belphegor
He finds out the night it happened
It's convenient, really, he was talking about how weak humans were compared to demons while holding you up by your throat, squeezing tighter
"It's pathetic, honestly. You damn humans are no more than insects that deserve to be crushed underfoot. You're better off dead."
He scoffed in amusement as he watched your hands come up to gently grip his wrist
"Humans really are weak. You think pawing at my hand is gonna-"
You break his wrist
He freezes
Processing...
Buffering...
Error 404 not found
Of course, he'd released you
While he was in his state of shock, you managed to catch your breath and land a hard roundhouse kick to his torso, making him fly a few feet, shoes skidding across the floor
"Tch, I spoke too soon..."
Hope you enjoyed, anon!
#obey me#obey me mc#lucifer obey me#obey me hcs#mammon obey me#leviathan obey me#satan obey me#asmodeus obey me#beelzebub obey me#belphegor obey me#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me bros hcs
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Phoretic (living on the surface, but not parasites) organisms on sloths
A sloth moth is a coprophagous moth which has evolved to exclusively inhabit the fur of sloths and to use sloth dung as a substrate for the early stages of reproduction. Sloth moths include Bradypodicola hahneli,[1] Cryptoses choloepi,[1] Cryptoses waagei,[2] Cryptoses rufipictus,[2] and Bradypophila garbei.[2]
Certain lepidopteran moths of the snout moth family Pyralidae (namely subfamily Chrysauginae) have evolved to inhabit sloth fur exclusively. Typically, sloth moths follow a life-style broadly on the lines of Cryptoses choloepi, a moth in the snout moth family that lives exclusively in the fur of the brown three-toed sloth Bradypus variegatus infuscatus. Adult female moths leave the fur of the sloth to lay eggs in the sloth droppings when the sloth descends, once a week, to the forest floor to defecate. The larvae of Cryptoses choloepi live in the dung and newly emerged moths later fly from the dung pile into the forest canopy to find a host sloth.[3][4]
Chrysaugine moths, such as Cryptoses spp., spend their lives as adults in the fur of sloths, particularly the three-toed species, except when the sloths descend to defecate and females fly to the sloth dung to oviposit. An imbalance in population sex ratios favouring males has been noticed and surmised as female moths not making it back to host sloths after ovipositing.[1]Pale-throated sloth (Bradypus tridactylus)
Sloth moths are thought to get nutrients from the secretions of the sloths' skin and the algae present on the fur, as well as protection from avian predators.[1]
Some individual three-toed sloths have been recorded carrying more than 120 moths in their fur. Two-toed sloths are recorded as harbouring lower populations. Several different moth species may coexist on the same host animal.[1]
some people say that the moths eat the moss on the sloth but no. theres no moss on the sloth. there is algae on the sloth. and also mostly it seems they eat the sloth leavins of various kinds
on the algae:
Milla Suutari and colleagues found that the predominant algae inhabiting sloth fur was Trichophilus welckeri. It is passed directly from mother to offspring and young sloths gain the algae and other parasites by the time they are a few weeks old. This species of algae is host specific and has not been found to occur in any other environment. This finding adds strong support to the hypothesis that there is a co-evolutionary relationship between the sloths and the algae of the genus Trichophilus, which may well only exist as a symbiont.
special algae just for sloths.
but its not just sltohs and algae! there are beetles!
Beetles form a prominent portion of the arthropod community associated with sloth and sloth dung. A number of species of the coprophilous family Scarabaeidae are associated with three-toed but not two-toed sloths. The populations of these beetles can be quite large, in one case more than 980 beetles of the species Trichilium adisi were found in the fur of a single sloth. Beetles of the genus Uroxys have been recorded from sloths in Bolivia, Brazil, Colombia and Panama.[1]
Beetles appear to congregate preferentially in specific parts of the body. For example, scarab beetles occur near the elbow or on the flanks behind the knees buried deep inside the fur, while those of Trichilium spp have been found in the underfur of the lower back and thighs of Bradypus torquatus. Beetle larvae and some adult beetles use sloth dung for feeding. The population of beetles varies and the seasonal factors affecting the population size are yet to be ascertained.[1]
a little ecosystem just on the sloth... i wonder if other organisms filled this role before the sloth. arboreal dinosaur with bugs in its feathers!
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Royal Pet
Livia: I have pets...
Nilo: *Chuckles* Livia you chose them, they didn't choose you
Livia: Scratch chose me...
Maleficia: Beastie, he's the animal guardian to the Secret Garden, he doesn't count
Livia: Oh, then....
Nilo: According to some of the old scrolls back when Virda was Queen, fae jaguar royalty would sleep out in nature and their royal pet would come to them
Maleficia: The royal pet chooses them
Livia: Oh! So just....sleep?
Nilo: *Nods* Wherever you want, and we'll check on you later!
Livia: *Flies up and lands on a tree branch* Okay
Nilo: *Chuckles and walks away with Maleficia*
Livia: *Yawns, falling asleep on the branch, the sun shining down on her hair causing colors to shimmer through*
???: *Crawls onto Livia's back and falls asleep*
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???: LIVIA!
???: Sweetheart wake up!
Livia: *Opens her eyes, finding a smiling Lilia and Thea there* Mama, Papa?
Lilia: Your pet is so cute!!
Livia: *Turns her head surprised, finding a small pale throated sloth there with its arms around her neck* Is it...a baby?
Thea: Nope, it's an adult dear, one of the smallest I've seen
Livia: *Sighs, a little disappointed* A sloth of all things....really
Lilia: Now Livy, sloths are interesting creatures and you're interesting too you know
Livia: *Flies down, poking the sloths side* I guess so...
Livia: Hm....I'll call you...Glorious
Glorious: *Snuggles close to Livia*
Livia: *Blinks in surprise then smiles* I guess this won't be so bad
Thea: Glorious is so cute~
Lilia: She sure is~
Livia: *Chuckles, smiling down at her sloth* I guess so...
~~~~
Livia: *Flies down and lands*
Kalim: AHHHHHH! LIVIA YOU HAVE A NEW PET!! CAN I HOLD IT! CAN I!??
Livia: *Laughs and carefully passes Glorious to Kalim* Be careful with her, don't drop her!
Kalim: *Gasps holding Glorious carefully* I would never!!
Azul: Is that what people call a sloth?
Livia: Yep, she's apparently my new royal pet, her name is Glorious
Livia: *Glares at Wavern* SHE'S A PET, NOT FOOD!
Wavern: I wouldn't eat that thing, look at Angie or Roxio!
Angie: That's disgusting first off.
Roxio: I WOULDN'T EAT THAT
Kalim: *Laughs, Glorious perched on his back with her arms around his neck*
Livia: *Chuckles and smiles at Glorious, taking the sloth back when she reached for her*
Glorious: *Snuggles into Livias chest*
Kalim: Awww!
Livia: Alright fine, you're adorable and I already love you!
Kalim and Azul: *Laughs, smiling at her*
@childofwitches
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Heir To The Lands Chapter 51
The Plan Masterpost
Ash was greeted by Janus when he returned to the little palace he called a home. He landed before his guardian and gave him a relaxed smile. "I hope you did not wait too long." "I didn't, exactly. I figured you would be home from checking up on Villalobos soon enough and Belphegor's stories were starting to annoy me."Janus explained and Ash nodded in understanding. Who knew the demon of sloth had developped a love for bedtime stories and would often repeat them in the most monotone voice one ever could imagine? Ash wouldn't be surprised if Belphegor's ex-wife had loathed that habit of his too. "Well, everything went as planned. Manuel has laid the trap and all of the remaining Shadowhunters in Idris have walked straight into it. They only know someone aided Manuel and by the time they realized who has taken over Idris, they will have no other option but to obey our every command," Ash explained as he sat down on the couch. A hungry smirk formed on Janus' face. Every step forward was one step towards Clary and he frankly couldn't wait. She was so close and Janus could feel himself get impatient. Ash was the only presence that could calm him and as he looked into those green eyes, he felt dizzy with a dark hope.
Tessa looked at the book in front of her as she called over everyone. Everyone rushed downstairs and Kit's heart was pounding. Did this mean that she had found out whatever was afflicting Ty, Livvy and Jeroen? His blue eyes fixated on Tessa's who looked at him very tensely. "I found out what happened when Livvy and Jeroen where visiting Idris," Tessa said, taking a deep breath. "It seems that during their visit to Idris, a magical barrier was activated in Idris. It specifically harms ghosts, eats away at their spirits once they leave the barrier." Kit and Dru paled upon hearing Livvy was literally being eaten alive by dark magic and Kit wondered how all of that was impacting Ty, knowing their souls were connected. "Did someone find out that Livvy's ghost roams around?" Anush asked, surprising Kit. Though, now he mentioned it, it was a strange coincidence. Tessa sighed. "That, unfortunately, brings me to the most important aspect of our predicament." She paused, with the group hanging onto her ever word and their faces were in unison with their expressed anxiety, "The only one familiar enough with the realm of ghosts and the particular barrier itself, is the demon who replaced my grandfather Belial." Disbelief and panic washed over the group as the news sunk in. "The Princes of Hell in Idris?!" Thais cried out as she tried to process the ridiculousness of it all. Tessa herself could hardly believe it and she did not blame the young girl for looking at her as if she had just grown an additional head. "Well, I don't believe they have infiltrated our world yet. I believe they are still in Faerie for now, because there are ways to sense if they have. They are mystical alarms if you will, and Ragnor had became in a posession of one. If they had, he would have called me by now. This leads me to believe they are still in Faerie but have managed to struck an alliance with someone to gain from Zara Dearborn's death." Dru tasted something foul in her mouth as she spoke his name, "Manuel. Of course it's that slimy asshole." Zeynep and Thais chuckled. "Which is why we have to strike now. Whilst I cannot undo the damage done to Livvy and Jeroen, we can prevent it from getting worse and dragging Ty down with them if we act now. The barrier needs to be undone and in order for that, we have to take back idris." Tessa declared gravely. Take back Idris? "But we'd have to fight all the remaining Shadowhunters in order to do so. We'd have to kill people!" Tomas commented, who was clearly uncomfortable with the thought. "I don't care. I'll slice the throats of the people who killed my family myself," Tavi uttered darkly, rage boiling in her eyes. "Octavia!" Kit couldn't blame her and besides, what other option did they have?
#shadowhunters#the shadowhunter chronicles#shadowhunter chronicles#twp#the wicked powers#ash morgenstern#janus herondale#kit herondale#kit herongraystairs#tessa gray#dru blackthorn#belial
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nonchalantly furls a single tail around him whilst he is comfortably seated [ ... ] just so she can shamelessly tickle his nose with its fuzzy tip. ʚ^..^ɞ
@vulpesse // company kept with a crooked crow and his broken voice.
And to think, the evening had been almost damn peaceful thus far.
Above them the moon's shining full and bright, hanging just over the clearing and casting pale rays across the tree tops. Seated at the foot of a great oak and further illuminated by the oil lantern's light from where he's hung it on the branch above, Crow's hands seem a blur as they fiddle with the iron innards of a trap spread out before him. Soot-stained fingers twist and tighten bolts into place, fingernails pry and pick at the seams in search of anything too loose, and every so often a knife's blade scrape-scrapes a bit of gunk free before he's exchanging it for another of seemingly endless pieces.
Witness to this time-honored and well practiced maintainance would've been Hayan, clever and cunning for all the fraility of its frame, but the little bastard's slothful nature has long since lulled it to sleep in a messy sprawl across Crow's narrow lap. Every so often its companionship is rewarded with a pause, a considering hum directed at the many gears and springs, and a hand absentmindedly wiped on a once-clean rag before settling on the fox's head. Scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch goes the stained hand between the fox's ears before Crow remembers himself with a scoff and returns to his tinkering.
It's as much a peace as he's ever been allowed, no matter the strangeness of his surroundings or the company kept with or without his consent, and the oft-constant tension riddling his slight frame is for once nowhere to be seen.
Fitting then that Ahri comes along to make a right mess of things.
Crow doesn't seem to notice the first pass of the intruding tail, flinty eyes merely narrowing. At the second tickling his cheek there's an annoyed grunt and a distracted, thoughtless swat of a stained hand at the intrusion. It isn't until the final pass that her efforts are rewarded with a twitch, the fur brushing just under his nose causing him to twitch and seize for but a moment-- before he sneezes with a rattling wheeze.
Several things occur within the span of that same moment. Whatever scrap of iron Crow had been holding goes flying off past the treeline, Hayan wakes with a startle that sends it wiggling straight onto the ground with a muffled whump, and that rude tail that had caused the entire upset recieves a freshly greased, sooty hand print from his flailing about.
"Motherfucker..." he manages once the sneezing fit subsides, eyes watering and nose pinched between his fingers. Crow aims a glare her way, ignoring the betrayed look from Hayan for daring to unseat it amidst his bout of sneezing, but whatever black oath he's got on the tip of his tongue freezes there at the sight of the fresh stain dirtying her fur. That irritable spark in his gaze is snuffed out, the tension of his jaw loosens, and the seemingly permanent frown on his thin lips curls at the corners. "You, ya look..."
Then an entirely different fit seizes hold of him, and the shoulders of that ragged Crow begin to shake as he bends in on himself with laughter. It's a raspy, rattling sound that sounds like it's scraping against his throat as it comes out, guttering out inbetween his horrendous coughing but no less amused for it. Tears of an entirely different sort than before build in the corner of his eyes as he cackles himself stupid at the sight of her, savage and alluring spirit of the wilds, mussed up by his own hand.
"Lookin' like a chimney sweep felt ya up! Got frisky on a roof, ya did" Another long wheeze, punctuated by the rattling of starving lungs and bits of laughter slipping inbetween his gasping. Whatever attention had been granted to his prior fixation now scattered who knows where across the clearing is now solely Ahri's, and when he finally regains some small semblance of control over himself Crow offers her a smirk that for once isn't entirely mocking.
"Ain't too bad a look. Don't always gotta look so prim'n soft."
#vulpesse#v. run faster and farther than the eye can see / they’ll find you asleep wherever you flee ( deserter. )#// this took far too long BUT#// never far from mind rofl#// reversal of fortunes miss fox! she at least got an honest laugh out of him XD
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What I've Done - Chapter 1
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)
Rating: T
Relationships: Alphonse (Wrath) & Edward
Characters: Alphonse Elric (Wrath), Edward Elric, Sloth, Dante, Envy; other characters to be added
Summary: "As soon as the homunculus decides to shove these feelings down his throat and take the alchemist to Dante for once and for all, his troubled opponent finally dares to say something that stops the world from going.
“... Al?”
It paralyzes Wrath."
A Homunculus Alphonse Elric AU.
Word count: TBA
AO3
A/N: I thought of this AU back in 2021 and it changed a lot since then, but I was at least able to write the first chapter and hopefully the second will be up soon. The rest of the AU is mostly loose concepts and I'm not sure if I'm really going to finish this story concisely, I was still excited to introduce this AU in writing form.
I will be adding the trigger warnings for the whole AU, not this chapter necessarily. Please read them and try to look after yourself if you can.
TRIGGER WARNINGS - death, repressed trauma, child abuse, physical and emotional abuse, emotional neglect, canon-typical violence, self-sacrifice, suicidal thoughts, blood and injury and loss of limbs. (More might be added)
P/roship DNI.
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“It’s time.”
Someone like him could easily be spotted and not recognized as a human. Pale skin, purple eyes, purely long, black hair… and in his case, two limbs that don’t belong to this body. Whoever it must belong to, Wrath is not aware.
Everyone else already got to meet the young alchemist that seeks the Philosopher’s Stone. Wrath, however, has never actually left Dante’s mansion until now. When she wasn’t teaching him alchemy, Wrath would be alone in his room, bored out of his mind, but knowing he couldn’t leave or do anything about it.
This is the very first time the homunculus goes on a mission. He’s all on his own. Well, even if he wanted help, he wouldn’t get it: either because they don’t care about him, or they outright hate him. So, he’s not entirely disappointed by being alone. If anything, Wrath has gotten used to it.
He only has one mission: bring the alchemist back to the homunculi, alive. They failed in the first try, but Dante rests assured that Wrath will change the course of fate.
The boy is driven by his want to impress Dante and the other homunculi, so they would finally see that Wrath is worth something. He’s trained a lot to be part of their battles, and he needs to prove himself useful if they want him around.
Thus, Wrath is hidden behind the endless green of the forest, moving slowly, not making a single sound. While Dante receives her former student, he hunts down the alchemist in the wild, knowing he stormed off outside.
“You know what to do.”
It’s simple.
It doesn’t actually take too long to find a presence in the wild, not much far from the mansion. Wrath, already camouflaged, takes a peek where the light touches. Immediately, he detects braided hair, blond like gold, and overall black clothes. From this angle, the alchemist looks… short. He’s young but that was the only detail Wrath was informed of.
The teen appears to be thinking, hands inside his pockets. He’s rather quiet, looking up at the sky. Judging by his low shoulders, the prodigy seems… sad.
Wrath will definitely be detected.
So, he waits.
Observes.
For someone with such lively colors, the alchemist doesn’t reflect on them at all. He’s seeking the Philosopher’s Stone, like every other alchemist who tried, so he must be trying to bring someone back, right?
Before Wrath can even wonder, the homunculus shakes his head to focus instead on his enemy’s movements and noises, to advance in the perfect moment.
After a couple more minutes of nothing, Wrath is a bit surprised when the other boy takes something in his hand. The former can’t see it very well from here, but he hears an opening noise, kind of metallic.
“... Don’t forget…”
Wrath is able to leave the tree, slowly, as the blond’s attention is entirely on whatever is in his hand. The former’s arm has already been transmuted into a blade made of stone, so he can threaten the alchemist with it. If he’s fast enough, that is.
His purple eyes remain focused, whereas the other doesn’t seem to care about the world around him at all. Just this one object.
“... I won’t.”
Wrath does not make a sound.
The perfect spot.
“I promise,” the tired voice speaks out to the above, “I’ll make it up to you…”
Now.
Yet whatever name the alchemist was going to say, is never known.
Because he’s quick to also use a blade of metal out of his right arm, defending himself from Wrath’s attack.
But the homunculus is not going to give up so easily. He’ll do whatever it takes, for everyone’s sake.
The human alchemist is thrown off, panting, eyes wide. Eventually, he seems to calm down as he processes what has just happened, analyzing Wrath and frowning in confusion.
“You’re… a kid,” he notes. “But… you’re just like them , aren’t you?”
Wrath doesn’t reply.
“Wait, your arm is”– the other gasps in realization –“you can do alchemy?!”
Again, the prodigy gets no answers.
Only another fast attack, so the blond can only dodge and even throw Wrath away, but not taking off the latter’s stance. He can barely breathe.
“You don’t talk too much, do ya?” The alchemist tries to joke. “Not even a sad backstory?”
Wrath doesn’t show any emotion, not even annoyance or hatred. He just attacks.
That leads the blond to use the ground to create walls behind walls, only for them to be destroyed by Wrath’s own alchemy. The purple-eyed boy can also create spikes, shields, pretty much everything the other is using to fight. It’s like Wrath knows his enemy from the palm of his hand, despite the fact they’ve never met before.
For most of the fight, the human prodigy is stuck in the defense, never given one second to rest as Wrath is intent on immobilizing him. The alchemist is growing increasingly tired; after all, he’s just a human teenager, doomed by his physical limitations.
In the middle, Wrath realizes that his opponent’s right arm and left leg are made of metal. For one, the latter can transform his arm into a blade like Wrath does. But mostly he could tell by the strength and hardness of said limbs. The homunculus is his very opposite, bearing human limbs in a pale, soulless body, but it’s still the right arm and left leg, too. Wrath never quite understood where his human parts came from. His memories are a haze, he can only remember quick flashes of different moments, unsure if they were from the human he was supposed to be, or his existence as a cursed creature of Earth.
Wrath’s body is mostly hidden by his clothes; after all, he wouldn’t want to be spotted and captured. When he finally has the chance, he uses his shirt to trap his enemy. The latter defects most of the containing shreds, only for two of them to grab his metal arm, and his exhaustion only catches up with him. For the first time in the battle, Wrath smirks, even if subtly. The prodigy has no way out.
As Wrath starts closing the distance between them, the alchemist rages as a last resort. He pulls the other with full force, aiming his metal blade at Wrath’s head, giving the homunculus little time to dodge. Thankfully, Wrath doesn’t actually get hurt, but he stumbles and almost trips as he and the human boy go separate again.
Only this time, Wrath is the one who’s shocked. Maybe because this is his first real fight, and even if he’s a homunculus, getting sliced in the head sounds far from a pleasant experience.
He feels like something was taken from him. He feels… incomplete.
His human and artificial hands have black hair strands in them.
Then it clicks.
Most of Wrath’s hair was forcibly cut. Even just turning around a bit, he can spot the black mess lying in the grass. And for some reason, his enemy just… stands there. He doesn’t try to attack Wrath, even when the latter is now vulnerable.
Wrath feels something intense. Anger.
He knows he’s not supposed to be impulsive. He needs to focus his anger on the right things, and fight for the greater cause. Yet it’s like something boils inside him the more he stares at the lost black hair. Wrath consciously chose to let his hair grow, to be his own person, to be accepted by Dante and the homunculi.
This part of him was taken away from him, like everything else.
Tightening his fists, Wrath seethes and attacks again, but not calculatedly. After remaining silent the entire fight, he growls and yells, except he gets no reaction from the other end, therefore he traps the stubborn alchemist against a tree, left arm trapping him while his right prepares to punch his enemy in the face.
However, Wrath doesn’t hit him just yet.
Not with the way the blond is staring at him.
Golden eyes staring at him with a look so pained that Wrath has never seen in his life. The alchemist’s lips quiver in the same way his human body shakes. Regardless, he isn’t afraid. He’s horrified but… in a guilty way. Mournful, even.
It’s like… he knows Wrath.
As soon as the homunculus decides to shove these feelings down his throat and take the alchemist to Dante for once and for all, his troubled opponent finally dares to say something that stops the world from going.
“... Al?”
It paralyzes Wrath.
His fist is no longer firm.
Something resurfaces.
Yelling.
…
“Al?”
The voice sounds far away.
“Al, can you hear me?”
It’s cold.
“C-Come on, Al, say something.”
Dark.
“Please. Please, Al.”
Metal.
“No…” the voice sobs. “No, no, no!”
It sounds painful.
“I gave up my arm! Give him back! GIVE HIM BACK!!”
The pounding against metal is loud, scary even, especially the inside.
Instead of more angry yelling, there’s only mourning sobs and sniffs, until it quiets down.
“He’s my little brother… please…”
The tears aren’t felt or seen, but heard.
“Al… come back…”
As there’s no other answer, the pounding returns, and the voice growls in frustration.
“No! Al! AL!”
“AL!!!!”
…
Wrath unconsciously stumbles back, far away from the alchemist, this time the one wanting to escape from his painful, grasping look.
… his name is Ed, isn’t it?
The same voice…
Despite Ed’s shock, he still approaches Wrath slowly. He might as well cry.
“Al…”
That.
That name.
It brings more memories.
Learning alchemy, bonding, trusting…
It hurts.
When Ed dares to reach out a hand, Wrath slaps it away and runs away.
“Al!” He hears from afar.
The boy finally yells, “MY NAME IS NOT AL!”
Wrath merges with the forest once again, soon out of the other’s sight. Even if he’s quick to return to the mansion, he can still hear Ed yelling that name far away…
Somehow, Dante’s disappointment is the least of his concerns right now. Instead, it’s that lonely nightmare and those yells of grief, so intense… and so full of love.
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#fullmetal alchemist#fma 03#alphonse elric#edward elric#elric brothers#alternate universe#homunculus alphonse elric#homunculus al#death mention tw#long post#fanfiction#fma au
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Character Summary: Silvaineaux
alias/nicknames: The Unbroken Shield is his battle epithet. Ser Silvaineaux. Ser Rosaire, The Rosaire. My Lord. Some people in or adjacent to Priarch call him ‘The Baron’ either respectfully or with great distaste. He accepts Silvain from family or close friends. Try to shorten his name any further and it will be very firmly corrected. He has used the alias ‘The Masked Prince’ in some very specific situations outside Ishgard. gender. Decidedly emphatically male. He/Him. age. ‘Adult’. 29 later this year. zodiac. Gemini abilities + talents. An extremely talented swordsman, a professional soldier and officer trained extensively in both arms and strategy from an extremely young age. He is an expert in foot and mounted combat and has some training with the lance afoot, and as a tool for jousting. He has a passable skill at archery and is a skilled but utilitarian fencer. He is an excellent hand at working with and training chocobos and an extremely avid falconer. His chess game is precisely what you would expect from a man schooled in tactics. He also has a perhaps surprising talent for knot work and can do some pretty impressive things with a whip.
alignment. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion. Silvaineaux is a devout follower of Halone, orthodox for the most part though there are some areas of theology where he follows his own idea of the Fury a bit more closely than the rule of the church.
sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages. Speaks fluent common Eorzean. Is also fluent in Elder Ishgardian/Ishgardian elezen dialects. His common has a distinct Upper crust Ishgard accent.
. family. Felicienne de Beauchene (sister) Honore Du’rosaire (adopted brother) Kasmae de Sanguemont (paternal aunt) Judicael Rosaire (great uncle) Vaelanys Solepine, Sathyrios Sanguemont, Valinaux Sanguemont, Lorian Sanguemont, Gaheriet Rosaire and a whole host of others (cousins) Sui Bian (fiance)
friends. Silvaineaux is a slow to make deep friendships so he has far more acquaintances than friends. However, among others, he counts Edarien Secariot, Sw’inwa Raen, Narcisse Fontaine, Alain Durand, Lyrin’a Muinvel,Talia Redwing, and most of the rest of Priarch as friends of varying degrees.
sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship. single / partnered(engaged) / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (golden yellow) skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height. 7′3″ At full growth. Tall runs in his family. scars. Numerous scars. Perhaps the most readily noticeable is on his right cheek. There is a jagged looking scar almost the length of the back of his left forearm, numerous other small scars on his hands and arms, his torso has various marks of burns, claws, arrows, and sword wounds. His deep voice has a slight rasp to it as if perhaps there is some internal smoke damage in his throat.
dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future A few songs that remind you of them:
Whatever it Takes- Imagine Dragons
War- Poets of the Fall
Noble Blood- Tommee Profitt x Fleurie
Tagged by: @dragons-ire
Tagging: @bookbornexiv @thedarknesssings @blisteringstar @louvel-roche @liminal-storage @punches-and-cream-puffs @hiraethwyl @reddevil-xiv @roses-and-grimoires @latikaa-renaz @dawning-star @seascrapes @mimble-sparklepudding
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Partners
Fandom: HelluvaBoss
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Straz
One whole year with someone was a long time especially for Chaz or at least outside of working for the mob. Chaz dared not acknowledge that he was starting to feel something... more in regard to Striker until that is their mission went drastically wrong. Mostly Chaz worked low level jobs such as server or barback in whatever crappy little place they landed in for Striker's assassin work however on occasion the shark joined the imp. This job was one of those rare occasions Striker allowed Chaz to tag along although this time he certainly didn't regret it, they tracked the target to an abandoned apartment complex in Sloth, usually the ring of Sloth was known for it's cotton candy coloring and relatively upbeat citizens however Striker knew all to well that every ring had its seedy spots and they'd found Sloths.
Striker set up a plan where Chaz would act as bait while Striker sat with his sniper rifle in a location nearby. Chaz did what he did best, making a loud nuisance of himself as he worked through the rickety structure. Striker watched carefully for their target only something seemed off that’s when someone approached him from behind. Sensing the intruder Striker lashed his tail out, gripping the ankle of the person causing them to fall backwards with a shriek of surprise. Striker flipped around trying to draw a pistol from his hip holster when a large rock hit his hand forcing him to drop the pistol with a pained curse. The figure was his target, an imp/shark hybrid who honestly just looked like an imp with a shark tail, he brandished a knife before leaping at Striker. Still on his back Striker grabbed the imp's wrist of the hand holding the knife while his other hand locked with the other imp's, struggling to keep the hybrid at bay till Striker could throw him off.
Chaz was meandering through the decrepit apartment complex when through a broken window he caught sight of Striker tussling across the way atop the other buildings roof right as the pale imp was stabbed in the collarbone. Chaz’s heart sank straight to his feet at the sound of Striker’s agonized cry, turning to hurry out of the dilapidated apartment building heading for the building across the way. Striker managed to get a knee to the hybrid’s stomach allowing him to throw him off only to roll slightly to the side with a pained wince, clutching at his injured collarbone when the hybrid stabbed him again this time in his side causing him to scream again. Moving his hand to the new wound on his side Striker tried to focus on the hybrid only to watch him get tackled by a familiar greenish gray, snarling blur. Striker watched as Chaz pinned the hybrid down with a growling snarl, claws digging into his shoulders as he squirmed beneath the shark. Chaz grabbed the hybrid’s throat, choking him out before grabbing the guy’s own knife that he used to slit his throat. Panting heavily Chaz stood up to stare down at the dead body of the hybrid laying between his legs, stepping over it as he came down from his frenzy when Striker’s pained grunt drew his attention.
“Striker!? Hey! Shit!” Chaz exclaimed running to Striker’s side where he took a knee, cupping his hand under Striker’s body to support the imp.
“Good job…didn’t know…Ya had it…in Ya…ugh!” Striker panted out with a groan.
“Hold still damn it! We gotta stop the bleeding,” Chaz insisted, pressing his hand over the stab wound to Striker’s side.
“Humph…this isn’t anythin’,” Striker huffed despite looking paler then normal.
Chaz felt sweat trickling down the back of his neck as he searched his panic riddled brain for what to do when suddenly Striker’s body went limp against him. Chanting a series of no’s Chaz quickly checked with a shaking hand for a pulse, luckily the shark managed to find one telling him that Striker was still alive just unconscious still it didn’t do anything for the shark’s anxiety, scooping Striker up he had only one idea. Sloth was home to the biggest hospital in the whole of hell thus it was a no brainer for Chaz to rush Striker to it where of course he was taken immediately for treatment while Chaz waited into the evening to be able to see the imp again. Walking slowly into the recovery room where Striker was Chaz wrung his hands together while approaching striker’s still unconscious form, the medical team had to strip Striker of his torso clothing to access both his wounds luckily despite some blood loss Striker was going to be fine. Chaz walked up to Striker’s bedside, looking the imp over promptly causing a feeling to rise in his gut that was unfamiliar.
“S-Striker…can you hear me?” Chaz asked in a low whisper, placing a hand on the imp’s good shoulder.
“Hmm,” Striker stirred slightly with a soft moan, blinking his eyes open.
“Oh shit! Striker, you’re awake,” Chaz exclaimed in excitement.
“That you fish cake?” Striker asked looking up at the shark.
“Yeah, I got you to the hospital as soon as I could,” Chaz briefly explained.
“Thanks for that…” Striker trailed off with a wince as he shifted slightly.
“Of course…I…I was really worried,” Chaz admitted, averting his gaze to the floor for a moment.
“Appreciate that,” Striker retorted with a small smirk.
“Um…I have a question…” Chaz trailed off getting an extremely sheepish look on his face.
“Alright, shoot,” Striker encouraged.
“Can…can I kiss you?” Chaz wondered getting a slight blush across his features.
“What? Not saying no…but why?” Striker asked in curious confusion, arching a brow.
“Well…um…I just, feel like I have too…after everything that happened…” Chaz quietly stated, averting his gaze to the sheets of the medical bed Striker was laying in.
“I…guess it’s alright,” Striker chuckled honestly, he found Chaz’s sudden sheepish nature extremely cute and ultimately what could it hurt.
Chaz’s face lit up with happiness as he leaned in closer to Striker, the imp jerked backwards at first before allowing Chaz to get close enough to start initiating the kiss. The two of them swiftly discovered this wasn’t going to be as easy as it first appeared, Chaz tried to just go in for the kiss only to bump noses with Striker causing them to pull back. Another attempt resulted in them knocking teeth, neither of them had experience with kissing someone with another muzzle but after a few minutes of awkward attempts they finally managed to get the hang of it. The kiss lasted longer then either of them anticipated because it was far better then either of them could have anticipated.
A few days later Chaz took Striker to their motel room where he made sure the imp rested until he was fully healed and both of them had a knew feelings to explore and lots of time to do that.
#HelluvaBoss#HelluvaBoss Striker#HelluvaBoss Chaz#HelluvaBoss Fanfiction#Fanfiction#Humor#Romance#Fluff#Hurt/Comfort
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My old Au sans stories
I was looking at my Wattpad account (which I have inactive because people on wattpad are tremendous ghost readers who at most keep your story in their library) and I noticed that all the stories I have from Au sans x Reader are not deleted unlike on quotev where I only have the most recent ones.
On Wattpad I upload my stories in my native language, Spanish, but I thought: Why not translate some chapters of my old stories and upload them to Trumbl?
Maybe some of them will give tremendous cringe or I know what I'm going to find when I go back to read my own unfinished stories.
Let's start with the first story: 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮-𝓫𝓲𝓽-empireverse-x-reader
Synopsis: When you live in your own world, away from reality, being just brutish and lazy, away from your problems you will end up hitting reality… although some people believe in fate, do you?
Once a girl told him: "I don't love you" in a whisper "Not even a little" He got a lump in his throat, but replied: "It doesn't matter, honey, I have enough love for both of us"
(I used to and I usually name the protagonists to make it look better aesthetically, I think.)
゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆。˚ ✩
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┊ ┊ ☪⋆
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✯ ⋆ ┊ . ˚
˚✩
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ,
ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪꜱᴋꜱ,
ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ
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I dropped the boxes I had on the floor, giving a sigh as my body felt lighter as I got rid of so much weight. I began to take a closer look at my now new room, it had white walls with a pale pink, the smell of rain flooded my nostrils. The room had its basic things, although in my opinion it was empty unlike my old room.
"So what, how are you doing with the boxes?" I turn to find my mother leaning against the door frame.
"Fine," I say simply with a shrug.
My mother sighs to stop leaning on the door frame.
"Your grandfather and I are going to go buy something for dinner" My mother informs me, as she was about to leave she turns to look at me, I raise an eyebrow looking at her confused.
"Are you wearing your grandmother's necklace?" She asks looking at me, as if analyzing me with her eyes.
"Yes, here it is" I say rolling my eyes pulling out a moon and star necklace from under my sweatshirt.
"That's the way I like it, you know it's important that you always wear it, it was a gift from your grandmother" My mother said giving me the classic pep talk, from the looks of it, when my grandmother died I was barely two years old, and she left a moon necklace that looked like it was cradling a star in my name.
"Ah, Aubrey I also left you a damp rag in the kitchen, do me a favor and dust the furniture at least" She said crossing her arms.Hearing that I dropped onto the bed, covering my face with the pillow.
"Ah, how slothful" I protested lying down on the bed.
"If you're tired I'm three times as tired, so do something at least" then I heard her footsteps walking away. I sighed annoyed, I didn't think moving into grandpa's house was going to be so tiring.
『✧✦✧』
Within half an hour I had dusted most of the furniture, except for one room, my late grandmother's room, from the looks of it, when she died grandpa moved to another room, there were times I felt sorry for my grandpa, he is such a joking and kind older gentleman.I grabbed the cold doorknob so the door slowly opened, then the smell of lavender hit me full on, it smelled good, but I wasn't expecting it.
As fast as I could I wiped the dust off the nightstand and the bookshelf, I was currently cleaning the closet doors, well, more like a drawer of secrets than a closet, since the closet was locked.
But I stopped when I heard a strange noise, I put my ear close to the crack of the closet door to listen well…. I heard birds singing and the sound of a light wind, but I recoiled in fright when the closet doors began to move violently, upsetting my heart, making me by intuitive act move away from that room not without first closing the door before leaving, in fear.
When I was far enough away from the door I let out a relieved sigh sliding down the wall, still trying to calm my heart.
"I'm never stepping foot in that damn room again" I said walking towards my room to dedicate myself to doing nothing productive.
(Reading the Introduction chapter I realized that I made this story after watching the Narnia movies for the thousandth time in my life, so you can see that I like Narnia. The chapters are not very long so I will upload a few at a time.)
゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚ ゜゚*☆*゚
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆。˚ ✩
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˚✩
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ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅ'ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ?
ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʀɪꜱᴋ?
ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɢɪꜰᴛꜱ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ʙʟɪꜱꜱ
ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ
ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴋɪꜱꜱ
ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ
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And just as I promised last time, I didn't go back into that room, although I didn't have enough time either with all the moving.
"How lucky we are to live in the same neighborhood!" Said the girl next to me, we were just recently out of classes, in my case, my new school, and she seemed very excited to meet me.
"Oh, yeah, I guess it's nice walking with you Sky" I said stopping walking to look at the blonde haired girl, her name was Sky, she was nice, and very talkative.
"Oh, you don't need to use my middle name, call me Fun" Said the girl smiling kindly.
"Alright Fun, are we going or what, we're going to take longer than usual as we keep on here talking" I said laughing to keep walking as she followed me.
"So tell me Aubrey, do you have two names or just one?" Said my new friend curious.
"Well, Aubrey is my middle name, my first name is not used by anyone, while my middle name was given to me by my mother, my first name, Jupiter, was given to me by my grandmother" I said looking straight ahead.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my companion's eyes light up.
"That's a beautiful name!" she said amused.
"Yes, although unfortunately no one calls me that" I said sighing letting the backpack on my back tip me forward.
"Maybe next time you introduce yourself to someone you should call yourself Jupiter instead of Aubrey" Said my friend.
"Yeah, you're right, plus I'm in a new place so I can take advantage of some of this" I said smiling to myself walking with more energy.
For the rest of the way Sky and I talked about trivial topics, the vast majority of the conversation topics were from questions about what it was like from where I lived and what the people there were like, and to be honest there wasn't much of a difference, I used to live in a city full of cars and pollution, and where I lived now there wasn't much of a difference.
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I closed my bedroom door behind me, then threw my backpack away from my sight and plopped down on my bed.
"I'm exhausted," I said with my face between my pillow.
beep
And then the annoying notification sound on my phone went off.
"God, I have to change the notification sound" I said as I awkwardly picked up my phone to look at the message tray.
My grandfather had sent me a message, now that was weird considering he was terrible at new technology.
-Could you go to your grandmother's room and turn on the heat," I read the message and then reluctantly got up, I really didn't feel like going back in there.
I walked down the narrow, short hallway until I reached the front of the room, without thinking I went in and did what I had to do, but as I was about to leave the room the sound of the wind blew again from inside the closet.
I swallowed tense saliva, this time I felt the adrenaline and curiosity running through every part of my body.
I looked at the bedside table and then my mind started to think.
"The most logical thing is that the key is there" I thought to myself, I walked with silent steps towards the nightstand to open the top drawer.
"Bingo!" I said smiling proudly picking up the metal key.
Without hesitation I fitted the key into the lock of the cabinet.
. . .
The cabinet door opened, revealing to your view a portal of sorts at the end of the cabinet.
You sniffed, immediately the smell of weed reached your nostrils.
"Just a peek" You thought stepping into the closet, at the very moment you entered the closet your shoes touched the floor, or the grass.
Your eyes took on a unique gleam, a childlike gleam but full of fascination at the scenery before you.
The trees and grass were abundant, the birds were singing quietly and the sky had only a couple of clouds.
And it didn't take you long to notice the bunnies and other animals around, you smiled starting to chase and pet every animal you saw, not noticing how your necklace was glowing more than usual. In the end you ended up surrounded by soft animals.
When you finished petting as many animals as possible you lay down on the grass, putting your arms behind your head, enjoying the silence, maybe it was the first time since the move that you were so quiet, you were so rare that you didn't even stop to ask how it was possible.
Until the noise of something activated your senses, you opened your eyes sitting up to see who had caused that noise, you almost recoiled when you saw a skeleton with a big brown scarf with some paint stains throwing up…. black ink?
As you were about to get up to run away the skeleton spoke:
"Wait, I'm not going to hurt you!" Said the skeleton keeping his distance.
That reassured you a bit although what surprised you the most was that he could even talk too.
"Can you talk…?" you said without looking away from him.
"Oh, hehe, yes, I can talk" He said is skeleton laughing nervously.
"My name is Ink, by the way, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Said this one nervously.
You sighed feeling a bit relieved, he seemed to be nice… even being a skeleton, this fact makes you wonder what kind of world you're in.
"You can call me Au-, Jupiter, call me Jupiter" You said, almost escaping your mouth your middle name.
"It's a pleasure!… I've never seen a human before!…I mean, they went extinct many years ago" Ink said scratching the back of his skull.
"Oh…so… in this world humans no longer exist?" You asked curiously, the strangely dressed skeleton merely nodded.
"Maybe I could sit down, you know, it's a bit awkward to be talking standing up with someone from so far away" He said laughing.
"Gee, sure, sorry, sit down" You quickly replied somewhat embarrassed.
The skeleton chuckled slightly to move towards you and sit down barely 1 meter away from you, and truth be told, the closer he got the more uncomfortable you felt, although you could make out some other curiosities of the skeleton's appearance, such as his shifting eyes.
"So, what's your world like?" Ink asked, cocking his head to the side.
"hm, literally my world is full of humans that all they do is destroy their own world, and that the best solution would be for us to go extinct at once" I said snorting.
"The way you paint it must be really bad" Ink said laughing.
"You can't even imagine" I said dropping down on the grass closing my eyes again.
Ink looked at your peaceful form, it was true, it had been centuries since humans had ceased to exist, and seeing a human from another world surprised him greatly, how many more humans must there be in your world?
Not to say that even though he had never seen a human, he found your way of being… curious, one could even say that he found you strange, perhaps all humans were this carefree and at the same time negative?
(I just realized that my writing style is very different from the way I write now, not to say that I repeated "he/she said" a lot)
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You don't know how long you stood there engaging in small talk with the skeleton named Ink, though you had a little more confidence in him now, but you must go back.
You got up lazily without explanation.
"Are you leaving already?" asked Ink cocking his head and blinking causing his eyes to change shape and color.
You yawned to put your arms behind your head and nodded.
"I should get back, I have the humans in my care will be arriving shortly, and I doubt they'll buy the excuse that I've gone out to the library to study" You said starting to walk back the way you had come.
"I hope to see you tomorrow!" Ink said watching you walk away.
You turned to give him a final goodbye wave which made Ink laugh.
When your form disappeared from his sight, his shifting eyes transformed into shrinking white pupils.
"Funny," Ink muttered to himself.
Since he started talking to you he didn't need any of his artificial emotion paintings, but the very moment you disappeared from his sight his lack of emotion kicked in.
He was already curious about what would happen the next time he saw you, he had a feeling something big was coming, and how could it not?
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Well folks, I gave in and decided to make ai art. Here's my first try.
And here's a time lapse of how I painted this art of an ai 🦥 (pale-throated, 3-toed sloth) in Procreate. Referenced from a photo by Louise Murray/science Photo Library. https://fineartamerica.com/featured/1-pale-throated-three-toed-sloth-louise-murrayscience-photo-library.html
#digital art#digital illustration#ai#ai artwork#ai art generation#ai artist#ai art debate#ai art discourse#aiartcommunity#digital painting#my art#painting#procreate
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