#giant bastard bird man

[basilbots]

So about that Lord Eclipse concept-

[doodlboy]

Insane abt these outfits tbh

[frudoo]

A non Zombie apocalypse 141 poly

They find another survivor looking for supplies and decide to make her their wife.

I went a lil crazy on this one ngl

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con but nothing sexual. Fem!Reader.

It was that colossal motherfucker you saw first—the one you almost wasted an arrow on because of that creepy skull mask he wore. The big bastard was raiding your shelter, a little storage room in what used to be a department store. Believe it or not, the mannequins you placed outside of your hideout were enough to deter the zombies away, so you had a pretty good thing going. That was before this dumb brute decided to ruin all your hard work and steal your canned goods.

     Your plan was to shoo him away and tell him to piss off, but he wasn’t having it. No, instead, he made you carry your own supplies back to his shelter, where there were three other men to feed. Fuck, you had enough food to last yourself about three months, but now, with these giant men who no doubt have massive appetites? You’re lucky if it’ll last a week. 

     You’re sitting on a raggedy couch between the pretty man with the ball cap and another with a stupid overgrown mohawk now, arms crossed with a foul look on your face. Across from you sits the fucker with the skull mask, and beside him in an ancient recliner is a bearded man wearing a weird hat. Every now and then you let out an annoyed huff, earning yourself a pointed stare from each of them.

     “Are ye gonna eat summat, or jus’ pout like a wee baby?” Mohawk Man asks you through a mouthful of lukewarm spaghetti hoops. 

     You flip him off without even looking at him, earning a few snickers from the other men. If you weren’t so pissed off at all of them, you might have allowed yourself a little smirk. In fact, you feel the beginning of one curling at the corner of your mouth, until Ball Cap™ pulls you into his lap and traps you there with his strong arms. You yelp and try to shimmy out of his grasp to no avail. You go to bite him, but the second your mouth opens, a spoonful of beans gets plopped inside.

     “Swallow,” Skull Guy commands, covering your mouth with one wide palm in case you decide to try and spit it out.

     You glare at him the entire time, but still obey his explicit order because you truly are hungry. You give up on trying to escape the pretty man’s grasp, letting your body go limp. It’s probably wise to save your energy, anyway.

     “Good bird,” he praises mockingly. “Now, since you’re through bein’ a brat, I’ll introduce everyone. 

     “M’Simon. Tha’ there,” he points at the one with the mutton chops, “is John, or Cap’n, dependin’ on his mood. Beside you’s Johnny, but we call him Soap. The one you’re sittin’ on is Kyle. We call him Gaz when he’s bein’ a dick, though.” 

     You nod like you’re paying attention, using his distraction as an opportunity to steal the can of beans from his hand. It’s a weird group, for sure, but aside from the fact that they’re thieving bastards, it might be nice to have more humans to help protect you from the hoards of the undead. It’s a step up from mannequins, anyway. Perhaps it also helps that they’re all insanely attractive.

     “Wha’ aboot ye, hen? Go’ a name?” Mohawk Man—or, Johnny, apparently—asks with a cheeky grin. 

     Before you get the chance to tell him your name, the one with the mutton chops, John, interrupts you. 

     “No matter, is it? We’ll call her our wife soon enough.”

     You nearly drop the can of beans when you process the words that just came out of his mouth, choking on the bite you just took. Kyle pats your back until your little coughing fit ceases, and Simon wipes the sticky residue from your mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. None of them, you observe, are as baffled by John’s statement as you are. It makes a weird feeling churn in your gut.

     “A-all… all of you?” You stammer nervously, then start again with a lilt of confusion in your voice. “Wife?!”

     “Yes, dove, all of us,” Kyle confirms, confiscating the can of beans from you and setting it on the ground. 

     “Aw, don’t look so scared, sweetheart,” John stands from his place in the old recliner, stepping in front of you and lifting your head up to look at him with his pointer finger hooked beneath your chin.

     “I take good care o’my men. We’ll take good care o’you, too.”

[rr311]

❥# — 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰 slightly dirty, manipulation?, toxic relationship, stalking, choking, degradation?, cheating

☆ — 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 after breaking up with dabi, he doesn’t take It too lightly, and decides to claim what’s his again.

❣︎ — 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 finally started watch mha again. and l forgot how FINE most of these characters are 😩 but I lowkey got lazy at the end so I apologize:( but next story is going to be about shigaraki!.

this is for all my dabi fan girls 🫡.

𝑫𝑨𝑩𝑰 (𝑻𝑶𝑼𝒀𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑰) 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕

dabi was extremely manipulative. during and after the relationship. during, It had there rough moments, always arguing, jealousy, cussing each other out etc etc bit despite those bad moments you guys had happy ones too. always cuddling each other, kissing, in general being love birds that made the league gag in disgust. though the relationship was a bit toxic..it did take you some time to build up the courage to break up with him. why? well because you loved him, so much that it hurt. you would assume he was like this because of his trauma but at the same not. you couldn’t lie to yourself and say you don’t miss him because fuck you do,

the day when you got the courage to break up the relationship dabi thought you would come running back but after 6 months going onto 7..he was slowly getting Irritated. can’t lie, you felt relieved but also lonely not going home everyday to see his pretty face already there waiting for you. but during the whole time he stalked you throughout the six months, seen you've gotten a new job as a secretary at a office building with a nice paying rate, you live In a nice neighborhood now, and even got yourself a new play thing. he hated It. hated seeing you with another man that’s not him. the day you ran into him and started fucking around was the day you signed an unbreakable contract.

when your shift had ended for the day you said bye to all your coworkers making your way home. It wasn't as busy considering It's a friday night and everyone was home resting, walking freely making your way down the street. you hummed a small tune, five minutes going by making It to your door step, unlocking the door entering your home. you turned around to lock your door, dropping your bag next to where your shoes were going to go to the kitchen before you felt a warm hand on the back of your neck with a body pressing behind you, "you're still unaware around your surroundings huh?." that voice..your hands clenched together with wide eyes, no. It couldn't?. "you miss me doll?." he chuckled hearing a small gasp, you were defenseless. against him you were a dove In a hawks grip. you swallowed that giant lump In your throat, fists clenching together "what do you want." he could hear the snarl In your voice only chuckling, flipping you around harshly pinning you against the door. facing him. those blue teal eyes..haven't seen those since you've last seen him.

still attractive as ever.

he smirked seeing you eye him, trying so hard to look at him with hate but knowing you? you were easy to see through, you missed him but trying so hard to deny It. "you want me to be honest or lie to you?." you furrowed your eyebrows glaring at him. "like you've never lied to me before.." you spat, dabi raised a brow shrugging, "but you've always fell for It dove. you used to listen to everything I said to you, lie or not." your nails digged Into your palm remembering those memories, the deep memories you wanna keep locked away, "what're you getting at dabi." he hummed. "I've been watching you dove. got a new job at an office building as a secretary, moved Into a nice place..even got yourself a little boyfriend huh?." this bastard still hasn't changed a bit. you tsked. "and what If I did? that's non of your busin —!.” you choked on a gasp getting cut off from your sentence feeling his hand on your throat squeezing It but not hard enough to close your air pipe, just enough to shut you up. your eyes widened. those bright teal eyes were now darkened and serious. a look he gave you when you broke up with him. "just to get this clear doll, the day you slept around with me was the day you signed an unbreakable contract." — he leaned closer towards your ear leaving shivers to run up your spine, "you're mine and no matter how much you try to deny it baby It’s all a lie."

you wanted to argue back but..

seeing that look on your face proved him right. he chuckled moving his hand to your cheek placing his thumb on the bottom of your lip slightly opening It leaning In close, “wanna know something sweetheart?.” you grumbled. but he was going to say It anyways, “those nights where you would finger your little hole, I watched It all.” seeing your reaction he hummed, “every night I can practically hear your needy moans..legs spread open with your fingers deep In your pussy. wishing, It was me instead. Isn’t that right?.” whenever you got hot and bothered thinking too much Into the past this is the result of that, you admit. you did wish It was him Instead, of your useless fingers. the guy— ur boyfriend that fucks you everytime couldn’t provide your needs like dabi could. and you guessed you could see he realized that seeing his face. dabi laughed with a scoff, “bastard can’t even fuck you right can he?.” you groaned feeling his other hand slide between your thighs, dabi chuckled leaning in, “I’ll treat you right, bet you’re so pent up huh?.” without saying much more he placed his lips against yours. you hated how much effect he has on you.. the moment he kissed you, you kissed him back missing the way he used to touch you like this, dabi smirked Into the kiss, picking you up by your thighs whimpering In his mouth. "see?." he teased pulling back from your mouth placing you on the bed going to take off his shirt, you snarled bucking your hips up with a small moan. “shut the fuck up and jus’ fuck me already you bastard..” dabi threw his shirt off to the side going to unbuckle his pants looking at you with a lustful gaze tilting his head to the side, “trust me baby.”

“I am.”

[suzyandthefox]

hey hey hello hi I got into S/lay the P/rincess a few months ago and I don't have anyone to talk about it much with, I am SO down to hear your nom headcanons if you have any

my favorite princesses are the Beast and the Den (for obvious reasons lmao) as well as The Moment of Clarity, and the Apotheosis, so if you have any headcanons for any of them, I'd love to hear them. and/or just your favorite princess(es)! go wild, as few or as many as you'd like to share, no pressure either way

I'd also like to hear if you have any headcanons for TLQ, whether as pred or prey, beeg form or smol. lobve the lil birb man. I like to think he'd be a switch :>

(sorry if this is a lot lmao. love your work!)

Thank you so much!!

Fellow S/lay The P/rincess fan, I'm glad we can share the brainrot together, I was working on my fan princess at some point (will drop the art underneath a break)

For this Ask I'm going to explore ALL the vessels and tell you which ones can eat other than the beast and which ones can be eaten.

Of course: Major warnings for spoilers

TLQ: My beloved,my lovely baby bird, He is what I call a True Switch, which is when someone fits perfectly both as pred and as prey, he is built like that.

Base Princess: She changes depends on your perception to her, but generally, she is just a normal woman. She can't vore.

Adversary/Eye of the Needle: Big strong muscle lady, shaped like an Oni (which I'm like 100% sure was the intention) and In a lot of mythos,Oni swallow their enemies whole. However, she would like a fair, engaging fight and swallowing you whole mid-fight wouldn't be very fair or fun.

I say, given the right circumstances, Adversary/Eye of the Needle can vore!

Maybe she would like to incapacitate you, or give you somewhere to rest momentarily before continuing the fight, or see if you can tear her apart from the inside out.

The Fury: Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and Hates you and_ can't vore solely because swallowing you whole would be too merciful and she wants to shred you into a million pieces.

Tower/Apotheosis: All I wanna do, is see you turn into, A GIANT WOMAN, A GIANT WOMA_

Extremely beeg lady, she makes sure to ham into your head how insignificant and tiny you are, displaying her dominance over you, and of course, what better way to display dominance than to literally make you a part of herself?

She can make herself your gilded cage, your home, not only would she take her very sweet time enjoying your taste, teasing you and telling you how much of a delectable little morsel you are, but she would keep teasing you even after you reached her stomach.

She would tell you things like how this was all meant to happen and that your only choice is to wait for your fate like the meal you are, etc.

Not only can The Tower/The Apotheosis vore, she's very much a cruel bastard Pred.

The Witch: "I probably won't bite" (It's a fucking lie)

Little meow meow >:3, She would be in for the chase and the biting, but can't actually vore, she will 1000000% bite you though, and make it hurt.

The Thorn: MY WIFE MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE MY SWEETIE PIE_ The Thorn is one of the princesses that's lets herself be vulnerable to you, this route is all about trust and allowing yourself to be weak to the other.

And well, is there's any bigger sign of trust than safe vore?

After freeing her from the thorns, She would be weak, tired, in pain from all the thorns that hurt her and wrapped her.

If she was smaller, imagine if we could put her somewhere comfortable and warm, ease her pains.

"We must keep her as close to us as possible, away from this harsh,cold world that will hurt her fragile body" Smitten says as you look at her,she actually became smaller...

You do, indeed, want to keep her as close as possible, underneath your heart, within yourself, hidden safely in your depths.

You confess to her about your intentions, promising to her that you will protect her with your life... She hesitates, but agrees, you didn't hurt her before, why would you now?

Almost as natural as breathing itself, you tuck her in, your innards gently yet eagerly receives your lover, knowing who she is and what they have to do.

Smitten is absolutely Thrilled to have the princess inside the body, it's literal extreme cuddling after all, and being able to feel her movements within? Every delicate touch to your flesh? Knowing that she trusts you with her life? He literally can't be happier.

Hero still thinks it's inhumane and strange to swallow another living being whole like this, even if he knows the body is safe for the princess he is still squeamish about all of this.

Oops I wrote a whole mini fic, Can you tell she's my favourite? (I'm boring Ik but this route is genuinely the sweetest thing ever)

The Wild: A web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves lain upon a web of nerves_ Technically can't vore because you're already a part of her and she's a part of you.

The Wounded Wild: You seperated yourself from her, but your heart yearns, you feel that a part of you is missing, an emptiness inside you twists and turns like a hungry void, would you make yourselves one again? Even by force?

The Beast/The Den: Canon vore, enough said.

The Damsel: She's very demure,very cutesy, she would do anything you ask her to do, even if you eat her alive, she won't fight against you, "I just want to make you happy!"

As with the thorn, Smitten would be thrilled, but Hero would find more than one wrong thing with this.

The Grey/The Spectre/The Nightmare/The Wraith: These are all Ghosts, I don't see much vore potential here, outside of Spectre possessing you.

The Prisoner : Least vore potential tbh, 0% , can't see it happening.

The Stranger: "Who are you calling weird? Just kidding, we know we're weird. And so are you." Would make for an interesting pred with an interesting anatomy if she was a pred.

The Razor: Stabs

The Shifting Mound: There's an ending where she makes you a part of her, I guess that counts as vore.

And here's my own fan Princess: The Mouse!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for asking!

[mariamakeslemons]

Chapter 2 (Peed on a Leprechaun's Corpse)

I warned @ghouljams that I would use this death (don't know if Tumblr ate that particular ask, but...), however I didn't think I'd use it so soon...

TW: mildly graphic description of gore, a very bad attempt at an Irish accent, absolute Loser behavior from König

Gaz returned to your shop, only to hide immediately. He peeks out from around the shelf filled with tarot cards and pendulums, watching at the giant bastard they’re trying to keep dead looms over you.

“Come now, Liebling,” the man pleads, “Just agree to be mine.”

“I told you already,” you huff, your back to König as you reorganize the products that you keep behind the register, “I’m not going to marry anyone until I meet my soulmate and find out if it’s romantic or platonic.”

“But you were so keen to flirt with the… ah… das Arschloch,” he says, obviously forgetting the English word. You immediately spin around, snarling at the man.

“You don’t fucking call him that,” you snap. The black phoenix behind you caws and flaps his wings behind you angrily. König shrinks back at your reaction, whining pathetically before you huff and point at the door.

“Leave. Just go,” you order. Gaz watches as the giant of a man slinks out the door, barely hiding in time for the behemoth to trudge past. He waits until he’s sure the big bastard’s gone before peeking out in a purposeful manner.

“Is he gone?” Gaz asks, pitching his voice into a child-like register. The startled laugh you give him is more than worth making a fool of himself. Grinning, he stands up and strides over to the register, watching as you fight with your giggles and your pretty bird shimmies happily at his arrival.

“How have you been this day?” Gaz asks, scratching at the phoenix’s neck while watching you try to regain control of your giggles. You smile at him, blinking your pretty eyes at him.

“Outside of that guy’s visit, slow but nice,” you answer. Gaz grins at you in return. Honestly, while he’s annoyed at this particular mission, he’s not upset about meeting you. Hell, he doesn’t know how he feels about the thought of possibly never meeting you.

“So, how can I—Hello!” you cut yourself off, chirping your greeting to whoever came in the door. Gaz turns and feels his stomach drop as his Captain, Lieutenant, and fellow Sargeant step into the shop. Price offers you a polite smile as Soap perks up.

“Yer a bonnie, ain’t ye,” Soap chirps, swaggering up to your register. You blink in confusion, your polite smile straining in confusion.

“Excuse me, whaaaaaaaaat?” you draw out, blinking rapidly. Ghost snorts, pausing to look at the preserved skulls lining one of your shelves in interest instead of stopping his boyfriend’s flirting.

“Sorry, ‘bout this, Love,” Price cuts off his Sargeant, “We jus’ needed some clarification.”

“About what?” you ask, turning your attention to the Captain. Gaz slides up beside Soap and smacks the idiot on the back of the head.

“What the hell?” Gaz hisses, “You’re boy’s right there.”

“So?” Soap whispers back, “Wanna ken ‘f they’re good ‘nough fer ye.” Gaz blinks at his fellow Sargeant, touched at the honest look in the Scot’s eye.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you yell, startling the taskforce as you drop your head in your hands.

“Aye!” a tiny man squeaks with a nod, who appeared out of who knows where, standing on your counter. The little man is wearing a bloody green suit with gold accents. He’s cleaning off his shoe with a handkerchief, “Yoor Bonded pissed on me body. So, I’s be needin’ compensation.”

“Sir,” you intone, your expression completely done with this conversation, “He’s not my Bonded, he’s Bound to me.” The Leprechaun snaps his head up, a frown marring his face, before dawning horror crosses his face.

“Oh, fook! I’s is terribly sorry, I’s is!” the Leprechaun apologizes, “Do ye’s know where I’s can get compensation for me body?”

“I think I know where one of his safe houses is,” you admit hesitantly. Gaz shares a look of confusion with Price as you stumble through giving directions to what you think is one of König’s safe houses.

“There seems to be more than we understand going on,” the Captain mumbles.

“Yeah,” Gaz agrees, “I think it’s somethin’ t’ do with intention? My Gran mentioned it a few times, but I always thought it was a load of tosh.” You wrap up the conversation with the Leprechaun, who bows and vanishes in a burst of smoke and glitter. Ghost is the one who steps forward, looming over you.

“So, there’s a difference ‘tween Bond and Bound?” Ghost asks. You hum before making a noncommittal answer.

“Words are important to Leprechauns and their ilk,” you explain, “It was more for clearing up what can’t be easily shown with an understanding of magic.”

“How so?” Price asks, stepping around Ghost to lean on the counter. Your phoenix flies over and practically rubs against Price, begging for scratches.

“Ogun, you whore,” you scold jokingly, getting a huffy squawk from the bird before turning back to the Captain, “A one-way Bond is toxic, with only the slightest of protections on the one that is Bonded against the one who Bonds. König can’t physically hurt me, but he has every right to call on me to revive him and I have to revive him. He can’t fight anyone in my shop, but he can call upon me to curse or poison someone and I have to. It’s a need instead of a want or an exchange.”

“‘N’ that’s what you have,” Ghost states, getting a nod in answer. Gaz watches as you stop and tilt your head, a frown on your face.

“Speaking of which,” you huff, “I need to go revive a whiny bitch.” There’s a pause before you snap, “Yes, you are!”

“I take it that his spirit is here?” Price asks.

“Unfortunately,” you groan, grabbing a jacket and moving from around the desk, “Feel free to stay here. Ogun can watch the place and I know you gentlemen won’t leave until I give you all the information you want at this time.”

“Yer jus’ walkin’ oot th’ store?” Soap asks in confusion.

“The man is literally in the next alley over,” you explain with a tired sigh, “I’ll be right back.” You flip the sign to your store to ‘closed’ and walk out. The team stands there awkwardly as Ogun, the phoenix’s name apparently, flies over to Ghost and lands on his shoulder.

“…Wut you lookin’ at?” Ghost asks, snorting when the bird lets out a little song and shimmies back and forth on his shoulder.

“Looks like he’s dancin’,” Price comments, a smirk curling his mouth as the phoenix lets out another trill and turns, doing the cool fire thing on his tail again. Ghost flinches away a little when the multi-colored flames blaze on his tail, before he seems to relax as the flames are shrunk a little.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap breathes, taking a hesitant step forward. Ogun flares his tail out, almost offering a feather to Soap. He shares a look with Gaz and Price, none of them knowing what to do. The only one with any experience of non-hostile magic animals is Ghost, and he seems fine just standing with the phoenix on his shoulder.

Suddenly, Ogun snaps his tail back and turns his head to the door. You come back with an annoyed look on your face, storming in while making sure to lock the door behind you. Ogun trills and flies over to your shoulder as König presses his hands and face against the glass door pathetically.

“What’s his deal?” Gaz asks as you step back behind the counter, only for all four of them to jump when you drop your head on the desk with a thud.

“…ow,” you intone, sounding tired. Ogun lands beside you and drapes himself over your head. You sigh under his wing, softly saying, “Thank you, Oggie.” Gaz frowns at how done you sound, laying his own head on the counter to make eye contact with you.

“You okay, Love?” he asks.

“It was his dick,” you say. The dead silence that descends upon the store is deafening. None of the men know what you’re talking about, or why you’re tired, or why the Austrian is whining pathetically at your door.

“Wot,” Ghost deadpans when they realize you were not going to elaborate. You gently coax Ogun off your head and look up at them, heavy bags under your eyes.

“The Leprechaun. Revived. From. His dick,” you grit out. Immediately, the four of them turn their heads and look blatantly at König’s crotch area. The Austrian stops whining upon seeing them looking at him, before covering his crotch and scurrying away. Gaz looks back at you incredulously, when you eventually continue, “It looked like one of those cartoon guns after being blocked, ya’ know? Like a banana peel, but starting at his dick and going through his pelvis. Fuck, that little bastard did not deserve compensation.” Ogun coos again, snuggling against you.

“I… I don’t like that description,” Gaz admits, cringing at the image that is now in his head.

“Well, I didn’t like lookin’ at it, yet here we are!” you huff, swinging out your arms. Gaz feels sympathetic of your plight with dealing with the aftermath of König’s many deaths. But, a question has been bothering him since he was last here. One that he’s not really sure you’d be comfortable with him asking it in front of his team, so instead…

“Well, as a way to make you feel better,” he cuts in, “How about I take you out? There’s a good café a few streets out with excellent tea and coffee.” You turn to blink at him in surprise, your mouth dropping open at his offer.

“I, uh, yes! YES!” you yell, jumping as if you startled yourself. The trill from Ogun reminds Gaz of laughter, which only gets you swatting at the phoenix while giving a grin at him, “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Capt’n!” Soap calls out like a tattletale, “Gaz’s flirtin’ on th’ job!” Gaz spins around to take a swing at his fellow Sargeant while Price sighs and Ghost tilts his head back, probably asking for patience.

“You chose that,” Price reminds Ghost as the Sargeants start a stupid slap fight. You and Ogun share a look before deciding to wait for the pair to settle on their own before asking for more information on your potential date.

[catsi]

Oh if you're playing a Final Fantasy XIV campaign, have you fought any primals? I've seen statblocks for Garuda, Leviathan and Ifrit online before

ohhhh this is an awesome question *-* YES we absolutely have! we've fought 4, with a confrontation with a 5th one coming up soon... we've been calling them Eidolons on the Tenth :3c i've got little pics and blurbs about each of them below! content warning for body horror for some of these!

the first one we fought was named The Pale Lady! it was originally born when the Church deployed a caustic bioweapon during a battle and hundreds of people who were in excruciating pain all collectively prayed for their own deaths. this Eidolon had been lurking in a swamp collecting corpses since then. our DM called it the Eidolon of Agony iirc!! it was such a cool boss. i love the concept of "whatever you do, don't pray for salvation"

the second one we fought was named Dorado! he was like a giant conquistador-looking guy. he was born from the continent's richest (and greediest) man, Augustus Ul'gustus, harnessing the power from a font of lightning aether and turning himself into an Eidolon. we fought Dorado in Augustus's vault, so it was this really cool theme of fighting this epitome of greed inside of his temple to his own wealth. our DM called him the Eidolon of Avarice!!

[These next 3 images were all drawn in the last day and a half so don't laugh at how messy they are please lol]

the third one was born from the collective fear and terror of an isolated nation being invaded by the Church, which brought to life a giant statue of their god, Asura. the statue then marched into the ocean with the plan to head back to Oaxia and destroy the Church (as well as everyone and everything else there). we had to fire a giant bolt into the statue and run across the chain it was attached to it and then climb inside the statue up to its hollow head, where we fought the manifestation of the Eidolon! because the Eidolon was a fear-induced bastardization of the actual deity Asura, Asura themself granted us aid during the fight (by letting our healer summon 6 arms and pummel the living shit out of the Eidolon)

the fourth one was from the volcanic island nation of Ahmeta, which had a giant bird named Fenghuang who was their peaceful and benevolent guardian despite Fenghuang technically being an Eidolon. then a greater Voidsent called The Great Ink pulled Fenghuang into The Void and corrupted him, and we had to fight him while we were in The Void, trying to close a voidgate! luckily, once we defeated the corrupted Fenghuang we were able to use some aetherial defibrillation and the Power Of Memory/Love to revive him uncorrupted, so he was able to happily return to his job as guardian of the island 🙏 (once we closed up the voidgate ofc)

the fifth Eidolon, which we've learned about but haven't actually confronted yet, is called The Memento, and it's what the Church uses in Montalvo Anti-Mag Security Prison to keep their mage prisoners in check. The Memento is a manmade Eidolon - it was first built as a mechanical framework, and then flesh and guts were summoned into it and it was given life as an Eidolon. all of the mage prisoners in Montalvo (except Miffy's dad who has The Echo??? for some reason???) have been tempered by it. tempered prisoners aren't aware that they can cast spells, and they have no desire to leave the prison or revolt. kind of an ingenious way to imprison mages. creepy as fuck

thanks for the awesome question!!!

ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ

the Eidolon fights are always super cool and bombastic, so getting to talk about them is a treat ^^ thanks for giving me an excuse to draw and ramble!!

[toast-tales]

Cursed Cravings, Chapter 17: The Man, The Myth

In which we return to the present, where Danny and Cyrus debate the existence of a certain man. Contains: 2.3k words | Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!

Christopher Penn is a man who’s been missing for almost ten years now.

Danny’s eyes widened, but she tried to hide the reaction on her face as best she could. Christopher was a giant—how the fuck could he go missing? “What do you mean missing?” 

Cyrus’s rather unkind smile only widened. “Oh, Danny, I was hoping you could enlighten me on that matter. Perhaps you can start with telling us exactly where you’ve been for the past month.”

She narrowed her eyes, glancing between the faces of the men Cyrus had brought with him. As much as she hated to admit it, they were outnumbered here. Cyrus knew exactly what he was doing. 

She couldn’t figure out what Cyrus’s angle was. Why did he care so much about Christopher? She seriously doubted it was for any sort of benevolent reason. He was acting so smug about it—like he felt he was catching Danny in some sort of scandal. Which would have been hilarious, given she didn’t have any romantic attachment whatsoever to either Nathan or Christopher, but she could sense something slightly more sinister under the surface of this whole interaction.

She decided it would be best to avoid giving Cyrus what he wanted.

“I’ve been with Christopher, you deaf motherfucker,” Danny spat.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes back at her, and she could see his patient facade wear away slowly. It was almost satisfying. “And where does Christopher live, dear?” 

Danny’s lip curled. “I don’t see why it matters, bastard.”

“Christopher Penn has been missing for nearly a decade now,” Cyrus said slowly, like Danny was the idiot, “so I think that knowing his current whereabouts would be rather important, don’t you?” 

Danny rolled her eyes. “You know, maybe you’re thinking of a different Christopher Penn. Because I seriously doubt we’re talking about the same guy here. I bet there’s plenty of people with that name.” 

“Oh?” Cyrus raised an eyebrow. “And how do you figure that?”

Because he’s a fucking GIANT. “Because, clearly, he’s not missing. I was just visiting him.”

Cyrus scratched his scraggly beard and took a seat at their table, leaning back in the chair like he owned the place. “Here’s the deal, Danny.” He maintained eye contact with Danny as he held up the note from earlier, pointing towards the seal on the bottom. “The seal is unmistakably that of the same man who’s missing.”

He slid the note across the table, and Danny snatched it up. The seal was made in red ink, an elaborate design with a bird Danny now recognized at its center. A peacock.

“Ten years ago, this man vanished from the public eye—no one who looked for him could find him, or his old residence. He made no contact with anyone, except for these mysterious payments to people who should have no connection to him. People like…you both,” he said derisively, an obvious insinuation twisted in his words. People of a lower class.

Danny snarled, but Nathan pressed down on her shoulder again. 

“And here’s the strange part, Danny. None of those benefactors seemed to know Penn—not even Mr. Hayes here could tell me what the payment was even for.” Cyrus’s eyes bore into Danny, taunting and hungry. “Until you. You’re the first person in ten years who remembers a man that everyone else seems to have conveniently forgotten about.” 

Danny’s head was swimming. How could Christopher have gone missing in the first place, if he was confined to his mansion? He mentioned he wrote letters—but surely no one actually knew the giant that lived there, right? 

“He’s a friend. I don’t really know why you care so much, Cyrus, but I really don’t think there’s anything here to discuss.” 

“Oh, but there is.” Cyrus leaned forward. “Penn and I have some unfinished business to take care of. And you are going to tell me where your little friend is hiding.” 

Danny laughed, only partially by the use of the word little. “You have business with him?”

There was no way Cyrus actually knew Christopher—surely, he would have mentioned the fact that Christopher was a giant by now. Maybe the seal just looked similar to another one. Maybe, if she just showed Cyrus what Christopher looked like, he’d leave them alone. It couldn’t be the same person. It wasn’t possible.

“I seriously think you’ve got the wrong guy,” she snarled, “and I can prove it.” 

Cyrus raised an eyebrow as she picked up the mirror that laid on the table in front of her. 

She stared into the reflective surface for a few seconds before she took a deep breath and spoke clearly. “Show me Christopher Penn.” 

The mirror almost seemed to hesitate before its surface swirled to reveal the face of the giant she’d spent a month with. She saw the hint of his horns growing back already—just barely poking out from beneath his hair, which hung over his shoulders limply. He looked exhausted, like he was draped in a melancholy veil that weighed down all his features. Her face fell slightly as she looked at him, though she wondered what it was he was sad about. She’d said she would be back, hadn’t she? Did he not believe her? 

Slowly, she turned the mirror around to show Cyrus and the men that stood on either side of him, scowling at them all. “This is my friend. He’s not the same guy, is he?” 

Cyrus’s eyes widened, and he leaned forward even further in his seat as he stared at the mirror, completely entranced. “What kind of witchcraft is this?” 

Behind him, a man that bore an extraordinary resemblance to a soggy weasel in a coat went as white as a sheet, his eyes fixed on the mirror as though he’d seen a ghost. “I-I-I’ve s-seen that guy before,” he muttered quietly.

Shit.

Cyrus turned slowly around in his chair, scowling deeply at the man. “And you’re telling me this now, Max?” 

Max all but curled in on himself as he began trembling. “I-I forgot!” he squeaked. “He did—he did something to my mind to make me forget.” He pointed an accusing, shaking finger at the mirror. “H-he looks like a regular man, but he’s…he has to be at least a hundred feet tall, everything in his house is his size—”

The lines in Cyrus's brow furrowed deeply, as if he was trying very hard to comprehend everything that was happening and sort it into something that made sense. “A giant?” he mumbled in disbelief. “Interesting…” He idly ran his fingers over the stubbly beard along his chin, lost in thought. And then suddenly, his face went rather placid—eerily so—as he met Danny's eyes again, almost in a challenge. He looked much more smug than before. “You didn't mention that your friend there was a giant.” 

Danny glared hatefully at Cyrus, but she could feel her stomach twist with unease. Should she tell the truth? Max regaining memories about Christopher was…less than ideal, but surely he'd just sound crazy. 

She put the mirror, which had gone blank, into her lap and crossed her arms. “Is he the same guy, or not?” 

Cyrus's eyes lingered on the mirror for a while longer, a thoughtful expression reappearing on his face. Something in his eyes had changed—something that made her skin crawl—but she couldn't figure out what.

“No,” he finally said. “I suppose you're right. It must be a different man.

“But Max,” he began, still staring right at Danny as he spoke. Knowing. Calculating. “I would like to hear more about this so-called giant.”

Danny laughed out loud, effectively still hiding all of her anxiety around this situation. “You really believe that? He's clearly lying. Giants don't exist, dumb fuck. You saw him. He's just a normal man.”

“I'm not lying!” Max squeaked out indignantly, cowering slightly under the stares of everyone else in the room as his outburst was followed by a vacuum of silence. “He…he trapped me in his house, kept me in a cage, and then he…he…”

He quivered uncontrollably. Danny felt her mouth go dry. No. Don't—

“Spit it out, Max,” Cyrus growled.

Like a boiling kettle, Max's words came out at once in a high-pitched squeal. “He ate me!”

Absolutely no one spoke or moved at first. Danny could hear her heart pound in the deathly silence, fighting not to show a hint of recognition or fear on her face. 

Cyrus's face went whiter than the snow outside. The men behind him, who had been whispering to themselves, all stared between Max and Danny with looks of absolute horror.

“How…” Cyrus began, his eyebrows pushing deep, deep lines into his forehead, “...did you survive?”

Max did not seem to enjoy the attention on him, nor did he seem to enjoy what little he could recall of the memory. “I-I don't know! I…it was so long ago, and he…my memories, he must have messed with them. Like…like magic or something. Th-th-that weird fucking mirror thing proves it.” His head retreated further into his coat, like a turtle trying to hide away. “But I do remember…being eaten,” he whimpered, swallowing nervously. “Clearly.”

Out of everyone, Cyrus probably looked the least horrified at Max's revelation. In fact, he seemed to sit up a little straighter, his chest almost puffed out a bit proudly. “If what I'm hearing is to be believed, it sounds as though there's a magical monster nearby who poses quite a threat to the people of this city.” He gave Danny a look of barely feigned sympathy. “Did he lock you up in a cage too, darling?” 

Danny wanted nothing more than to leap across the table at Cyrus. Instead she grit her teeth together. “I was there of my own free will,” she seethed. 

Nathan gave her a slightly confused look, but he nodded along. “She was.”

“And he's not a threat, or a monster. He's nice, and kind, and…gentle. He lives out in the woods and minds his own fucking business. Unlike you.” 

She'd never heard a laugh so unkind as the sound Cyrus made. “Oh, Danny. You can't expect me to believe you'd stay with a monster like that willingly.” He stood up, prompting Danny to do the same, her hands slamming against the table as she did so. 

He sneered at her. “A prisoner falling for her captor. There's a tale as old as time.”

“I didn't fall for him, fuckface. We're just friends. Though I'd still pick your hypothetical giant monster over you.”

Cyrus clicked his tongue a few times, staring Danny down. “You know, I really don't like your tone.” 

He snapped his fingers, and the men behind him came around the table to grab Danny and Nathan. She'd been ready to give the one coming towards her a right hook square across the jaw, but there were just too many. Max came up behind her and held her arms behind her back, snarling in her ear. 

“Danny!” Nathan cried out as he was dragged away from her by three men even larger and burlier than he was. She scowled and thrashed in Max's grip, trying to hook her foot around the man's ankles to trip him up. Unfortunately she wasn't quite quick enough—Max jammed his knee into the back of her own, making her stumble in place. 

Frustrated and filled with rage—and for once, rage directed towards someone her own size—she stepped on Max's foot with the heel of her boot, slamming it down as hard as she could. 

“Motherfuck—”

She hadn't noticed Cyrus's swaggering approach until she felt the man's hand grip her chin and tilt it up towards him. He was close enough for her to smell the residual tang of a cigar on his breath. 

She scrunched up her nose in disgust, before she spat at him. He twitched as Danny's saliva splattered onto his cheek, and he wiped it off with the back of his other hand.

He leaned in even closer, glaring at her. 

“The thing is, Danny dear, I believe this makes you either a mind-controlled victim, or a friend to a rather dangerous monster, doesn't it?”

She glared back at him, imagining Cyrus's face exploding into flames. “Go fuck yourself, Cyrus.”

He let her go, took a step back, and folded his hands beneath his chin as if he held even an ounce of piety anywhere in his body. “Frankly, I'm not one to believe such far-fetched rumors about things like magic and giants. But rumors…you see, they spread. People talk. And people don't want to trade with a city when the roads could be in danger from a nearby giant.”

He shrugged much more nonchalantly than he should have, holding far too much confidence in his posture. “Maybe this is all a big misunderstanding. But, on the off chance that there really is a giant out there…” He gave Danny a cruel, sinister smile. “Maybe I can put the worries of the townsfolk to rest by slaying it.”

She couldn't hide the fear that rose in her face at that. No. No, he couldn't. He can't. He'd kill Christopher? Does he really think he could kill a giant?

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she felt her mouth run dry again. “Yeah, good luck. Bring your pointiest fucking sword, too. He needs a new toothpick.”

Could Sam warn him in time? Even if they could, Christopher can't leave…

Danny gave Cyrus a vicious scowl. “You don't even know the fucking way. You're gonna get lost, or freeze to death, or—and this would really make my day—get eaten by wolves. I'm not fucking showing you how to get to him.”

Cyrus seemed wholly unimpressed by her display, rolling his eyes and gesturing toward the men holding Nathan. “We'll bring them both. Give our little princess some motivation.”

It felt as though Danny's lungs collapsed in on themselves. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Nathan—fearful and shaking. “You…you can't bring him! He's sick! He can't—”

Cyrus closed the distance between himself and Danny in a single stride, grabbing her chin again and leaning in close. “Then you'd better get us there quickly, sweetheart.”

* * * * * * * * * *

How will they get out of this one? Does Sam have a plan? Is Cyrus as competent as he thinks he is? Find out soon...

Thanks for bearing with me and having patience for the longer than usual update. I might have to keep updates biweekly for a little longer, but we'll see. Thank you, as always, for reading and for your support! It means a lot to me.

[namorslutfanfiction]

Some Rafa Thoughts

Rafa has always been flashy especially now that he has money. He would want you to be a little flashy as well even if you weren't always like that. Especially when you're around the other narcos. He would want to show you off and make sure they know how hot you are.

Rafa loves weed but he also has a green thumb. He had a little garden at this mansion for flowers and vegetables that he worked on when the cartel business was getting overwhelming.

He would make bouquets with flowers from his garden for you, no matter how much the boys made fun of him.

Rafa is a complete baby when he's sick. He wants you to take care of him. He would play it up, asking for comfort and for you to feed him. Lot's of jokes about sponge baths because he's 'too weak'.

He's definitely a tits guy. Something about a tight dress and deep cleavage makes him go feral.

The man is insatiable when it's the honeymoon phase. He would take you anywhere, any time, no matter how public. You would be just as much into it. One look from you and he'd follow you into a bathroom or corner of the club for a quickie.

He's definitely got sub tendencies in the bedroom. Pull his hair, wrap a hand around his throat, tie him up. He likes to be controlled, at least in bed.

Jealous bastard that he is, if a guy hit on you they would get 2 chances. One where he tells the guy nicely to leave. Two where he makes a threat. There's no third time, just a bullet to the head.

He would want a girl who is a little sadistic. A little chaotic. Just like him. Sophia joked about Bonnie and Clyde but his real match would be more calculating, smart, and use Rafa's explosiveness to her advantage. Then she would reward him for a good job.

Rafa is so loyal that once a girl is connected to one of his men he doesn't see them as a woman anymore.

He's the type that if his friend's girl hit on him, he would pretend he heard nothing and would rat her out to his friend. He doesn't like cheaters.

He would be horrible at being a romantic in big ways. Candle lit dinners aren't his style and neither are big fancy parties. He prefers the small things. He would get you a book that you talked about and make sure its a signed copy. He would get you a necklace with your favorite bird because you mentioned it one time. He would make a weed specific to you and name it after you.

Rafa is good with kids because he's a giant kid. Bad influence for sure. Would sneak the kids sweets and help them stay up late. Until everyone gets punished including him. But he would be smiling and winking at the kids the whole time.

The man can't cook for shit. No matter how hard he tries. But the first time you make him edibles and he sees the possibilities he jumps in into figuring how to do it himself. Weed is his motivator. But you bond over the odd hobby of baking edibles together.

Rafa would hit on any girl he finds attractive regardless of a language barrier. The man knows he has game.

When he is feeling overwhelmed or scattered his favorite thing to do is walk the fields. Let his mind wander under the clear sky, surrounded by the things he loves most.

Rafa wanted to rule over more than just one field. He wanted to have more and he wanted his girl to rule over it with him. Someone who knew just as much about the business if not more. Someone who could balance his crazy with a little more tact. Felix would have liked that.

Rafa is so touch deprived. This man would cling to you. Hold hands. stolen kisses to every part of you. Always playing with your hair. Smelling you. He would gladly be wrapped up in your arms 99% of the time.

When he's high on weed he likes sex slow and drawn out and teasing. When he's high on coke he wants it rough and punishing and fast. He doesn't care exactly who is in control in either situation but thats the vibe he looks for.

When he's not high, which is rare, he likes a mix of both. He would want to make love to you one round, then begging for a break the next round. He would want you on top of him begging for him to cum in you, then the next time on your hands and knees while he takes you from behind and feels you cum around him.

Oh he marks you. He wants to leave love bites and bruises and he wants you to do the same to him. He would be so proud to show everyone that he's yours.

[enigmatist17]

More late night clone wings!au stuff

Apparently me having a good drink tends to make me think of them lol

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the armor for the wings are made from the same stuff their main body armor is, though tempered to be a bit lighter for flight

- speaking of flight, most clones don't get a chance to fly until they leave Kamino, and it's discovered the best way for it to happen at first is in the hangar bay's with the grav shut off

-- it's not quite the same, but they don't trust the Jetti at first, so they make do

--- Master Di accidentally walks in on a session, and finds it quite intriguing as he watches the more experienced clones guide the shinies through basic flight instructions. Keeli nearly has a heart attack when he finds himself suddenly pulled down when telling shinies how one would glide, and the general moves his commander through the air after they share a look

Within a few weeks training in zero-g takes on a practical turn as Jetti help give weight or the right nudge to help strengthen their flying moves. They prefer to find planets, but obviously they always can't find the time (and the Jedi really don't mind helping, it's a morale booster to see their men so happy)

their wings all start off an ashy white, but when they begin to serve and fight, every clone finds their wings take on colors that match their personality and feelings. Lighter colors were found on the troopers who always smiled and did their best to make their brothers do the same, the darker colors were for the jaded who did what they could to protect their batchmates.

-- Cody is the first one to gain an intense color, his wings all but shining gold when he sees his first sunrise, and lets awed troopers touch the colored feathers, as if trying to see if the color would spread

The first Jetti to help tend to an injured trooper who can't preen himself is a padawan. The trooper is tense while (surprisingly) skilled hands ease tangled feathers back into place and shake out the dust that's gathered, and only relaxes when the padawan stops, much to their intrigue.

---> Jocasta finds an influx of curious padawan and masters alike to seem to have all found interest in birds at the same time, but puts two and two together easily enough. If she also takes a look some time to tend to the clones that guarded the Temple from time to time? Well no one needs to know

-----> it takes the clones a while to even let the Jetti tend to them, but ever so slowly it happens either by choice or if injured troopers ask for the aid. Not everyone gets the chance, but those who do are usually honored to help with such a guarded task. Plo is pretty much the only exception, Wolffe and the others having taken the Jetti and taught him what to do, and their buir is only too happy to learn.

Speaking of my Corrie's, they're restricted more than most of the other clones because Palps is a dick, and if they're not in their barracks, it's expected they keep said wings close and out of sight

--> Fox hates it, but until something happens (and no he's not in the process of killing the old bastard yet) he can't fight it. Bail and other senators help provide short moments for the Guard to stretch/fly when they can, but its not too often

----> Fox doesn't kill Palpatine this time, no he sits back when the other Commanders storm the senate building after Fox nearly loses his wing to the Sith, and all fly up and drop the man right into one of those giant thruster things(?) from the movie and make sure he's dead before celebrating

I just think they're neat, now I'm gonna go and sleep <3

[docpiplup]

#JONSNOWFORTNIGHTEVENT2023

@asoiafcanonjonsnow

Day 4 - Unsung Connections 🔍🧩: Bran & Sansa Stark - Bird imagery

Sansa Stark - Little Bird

Sandor Clegane stopped suddenly in the middle of a dark and empty field. She had no choice but to stop beside him. "Some septa trained you well. You're like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren't you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite.

Sansa II, A Game of Thrones

Jon Snow - Crow/Raven/Lord Crow

Ygritte rode just behind him. In front was Longspear Ryk. The Lord of Bones had made the two of them his guards. "If the crow flies, I'll boil your bones as well," he warned them when they had set out, smiling through the crooked teeth of the giant's skull he wore for a helm.

Ygritte hooted at him. "You want to guard him? If you want us to do it, leave us be and we'll do it."

Jon I, A Storm of Swords

That is a lesson I would sooner they never learned. Jon peeled the glove off his burned hand, put two fingers in his mouth, and whistled. Ghost came racing from the gate. Tormund's horse shied so hard that the wildling almost lost his saddle. "Naught to be feared?" Jon said. "Ghost, stay."

"You are a black-hearted bastard, Lord Crow." Tormund Horn-Blower lifted his own warhorn to his lips. The sound of it echoed off the ice like rolling thunder, and the first of the free folk began to stream toward the gate.

Jon XII, A Dance with Dragons

Bran Stark - Raven/ Three-eyed crow

"You will never walk again," the three-eyed crow had promised, "but you will fly." Sometimes the sound of song would drift up from someplace far below. The children of the forest, Old Nan would have called the singers, but those who sing the song of earth was their own name for themselves, in the True Tongue that no human man could speak. The ravens could speak it, though. Their small black eyes were full of secrets, and they would caw at him and peck his skin when they heard the songs.

Bran III, A Dance with Dragons

[six-improbable-things]

Man, playing characters who are wrong about things is so much fun. For example, in my own games, right now I've got:

Avra, my little revenant, a shadar-kai/reborn phantom rogue, who just yesterday told one of her party members that "some things should stay dead" talking about the poor dude's daughter, despite Avra herself having been revived from the dead by the Raven Queen herself. (Though only one party member knows this, and she was stuck as a bird during that conversation. Can't wait for the fallout of that...)

Rook, my idiot bastard man, a half-elf swashbuckler rogue, whose party just found out about the giant fucking curse he's been hiding from them for WEEKS now, and started yelling at him about it. They only stopped because we were in the middle of a dungeon. I'm sure next session they will have more questions, and more yelling.

And the most interesting part is, if you look at these two characters, both of them are convinced in their own minds that they're right, that they're doing the only logical thing in the situation. But from an external perspective it's easy to see that they're wrong. Rook shouldn't have hidden something that big from his friends, his family. Avra shouldn't have said that to someone who was grieving, especially not when she herself was revived from the dead. But they both think they were in the right. And oh boy, is it a delicious combo to play around with.

[star-fi]

bird + cat + alpaca a.k.a. creature gang creature gang (more crew from my post abt Thierri + Gus)

CHAL [Avian]

In game, Chal came as a bit of a surprise. She was hired from an npc mission where she went from an average avian to an armor covered captain welding what looked like a long, blood spattered musket knife. So of course I had to bring her on.

Story-wise, she's one of two people Thierri brought onboard himself. The rest of the crew were either chosen by Gus or Chal through applications (with the final approval of Thierri) or they sought out the ship themselves.

Soon after Gus joined, they encountered a target that couldn't be dealt with with the usual explosives because the target had embedded itself in a heavily populated area. The mission was barely a success and Gus nearly died fighting close combat, prompting Thierri to think about hiring a specialist. While Gus was recovering, Thierri explored the settlement where he found Chal manning a stall at the produce market. She had trained to become a guard, but they declared her "too bloodthirsty and eager for conflict." Good thing that was exactly what Thierri was looking for.

Despite her assessment, Chal is more bark than bite. However, it's hard not to take her threats seriously when they're coming from an avian that giant and buff. Despite her constant claims of craving violence, Chal never directs her anger at her crewmates or charges. She often seeks out inconsequential verbal conflict as a way to communicate, which makes it difficult for anyone who doesn't enjoy dumb arguments to connect with her.

Chal's onboarding was the catalyst in the expansion of the crew: with her strength they were able to take on more contracts and no longer struggle to survive each time they faced a horror.

The first few months working with Chal were difficult for Thierri and Gus as all three of them adjusted to the new dynamic. They ultimately grew closer with time and conflict, though it takes years before all three truly trust each other.

Design Notes - The feathers on her elbows are inspired by Bastard Wings. Chal less feathery and much larger than the average Avian. Her sprite's armor inspired some of the features used for Censustaker's design in my ongoing comic.

LOPREKYAT [Veluu]

Lopreykyat was hired just as the crew was starting to grow from the main three. His role as a ship tailor is different than that of the in-game uniform changer. Due to the wide body type variety of the crew, their primary responsibilities include fitting breathing EPPs and armor to their wearers and ensuring they have the appropriate augments for the mission. They're often found manning the armory when the quartermaster steps out.

He was one of the first non-combatant additions to the crew, which meant that during missions he was left with a lot of free time alone. They often use it to check the fashion forum they moderate for new styles across the galaxy. Out of most of the crew, Loprekyat is the most up-to-date on current events and celebrity scandals. Despite being an avid listener to gossip, they can keep a secret and rarely share what they're told in confidence.

That being said, he has almost no filter. Crew members will hear exactly what he thinks of them, often to their face. While some are grateful for a candid conversation, other are ...less so.

ETHNA [Alpaca]

Ethna was one of the later additions to the crew, initially picked by Chal for her background in weapon smithing and mercenary work. The two bonded over their shared love of weapons and gallows humor.

Ethna takes up a similar crew role to Chal as a close combat specialist and her role in the story is closely entwined with Chal's. By the time Ethna joined, Chal had gained a lot of experience working with other people and had a lot of time to get to know herself better. Ethna was a lot like younger Chal: stubborn, with something to prove. Compensating for her insecurities by showing the world that she is strong, violent and can intimidate anything and anyone that comes at her, no matter how lonely it gets. When Chal saw this, she initially encouraged the contentious approach, but it backfired on Ethna when her adversarial way of approaching conflict alienated her from her teammates. To make matters worse, when Chal tried to backpedal, Ethna lost trust in Chal as a mentor. There's more to the story but I'll either make another dedicated post about it and/or a comic.

Her relationship with Loprekyat is one of the most sudden mortal enemies to best friends transitions out of all the crew. She learns to appreciate somebody who will tell her what she doesn't want to hear but needs to hear and Loprekyat learns the importance of tact.

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

My nicknames for the demon slayer / kny characters (probably gonna be edited as time goes on):

Tanjiro: checkers, fox-cub, country bumpkin #1, cannon-ball, simba, glitched eevee

Nezuko: dynamite, foxlette, bunny-rabbit, local cleric

Zenitsu: bug-zapper, sparky, thunder, lightning bolt, zen-, simp lord, timone, pikachu

Inosuke: piggu, oinker, boar-boy, country bumpkin #2, mankey, pumba

Murata: squeaker, lucky clover, mister nine lives

Genya: fluff-ball, grumpy gills junior, half 'n' half, hyena-boy, beastie

Kanao: lucky-flip

Aoi: lapis, sky blue

Sabito: sabi-, fire fox, soggy/sabi-fox, fox-boy, the ginger, local red-head, short-stack, short-king, secret weasly

Makomo: momo-chan, sky-fox, quick-silver, shorty, daisy-chain

Giyuu: shadow, shadow-fox, fox-fox, espresso-depresso

Urokodaki: fox-dad, old man river

Kyojuro: Ren-, K(i)yo, Phoenix, fire-chicken, owl boy, (my apologies in advance) donut man

Shinjuro: mega butt-lord, maltov, head-butt practice, gunpowder fuse

Senjuro: owlet, Sen-, baby-phoenix, sweet bean

Kanae: monarch, lilac, sweet one

Shinobu: lavender, butterfly, grumpy one, chihuahua

Sanemi: feral-ass, gremlin man, feral pomeranian, cottonheaded ninimuggins, cotton poof, grumpy gills senior, shouty mc-lionmane the second (the original being nishiki from tokyo ghoul), deranged dandelion, dunkass

Uzui: loud-mouth, gaston knock-off, bastard ass, obnoxious mf, tryhard ninja, man-hoe, rich prick, pickpocket-bait, spoiled jackass, captain crack-head, testiclies high dumbass of testosterone

Muichiro: Mui-, -chiro, misty, cloudy-boy, spacer, space-cadet, pedo-buster, smol-bean

Mitsuri: love-bug, melon-stripes, best-girl (of the humans), cat-girl, sweet-girl

Iguro: snek, sneky-snek, snake-boy, snake-charmer, zebra-stripes, duo-chrome, dress boy (you all know the dress i mean if you look at his entire color-palette), icyhot, sneaky simp

Gyomei: gentle giant, beastie-tree, tibetin-mastiff, the tall one, prayer beads, mister budda beads

Kaigaku: Kai-, evil-sparky, local rogue, invert-color-zenitsu, black-lightning, gender-bent azula, tiger-cub

Kokushibo/mitchikatsu: koku-, mitchi-, -shibo, sixer, moony, Kaigaku's dad, ponytail

Douma: frosty, blondie, ink-splat, great-dane, daki & gyutaro's dad, rainbow-brain, lounge-lion, kaleidoscope eyes

Akaza/Hakuji: cat-boy, tabby-stripe, raging-bisexual, pinky, -kaza

Nakime: Naki, rapunzel, mademoiselle noir, Naki-nak's

Hantengu: -tengu, murder-hobo, bird-brain, lord of bullshitery, han-, mousey

Gyokko: shape of water, fish for brains, dollar-store axolotl, house-plant, shitty-wizard, pedo-fish, off brand anish kapoor

Daki: material-girl, alt-timeline barbie (if you know you know), miss wears pink on wednesdays

Gyutaro: pretty paint-splatter boy, cutie-spots, pretty pretty gyutaro, floofy-hair, sharky, snarky-shark, gyu-, taro-taro, hyena-shark, hyena-man, mantis, floof-floof-cotton-poof, paint/ink splatter cutie

Enmu: enmu the tank engine, train-boy, emu, goat-eyes, (^w^)/OwO face, crazy-train, (in reference to his disembodied hand alone) off brand thing, HMS (his majesty's simp), the OwO translator

Ubume: n/a

Rokuro: geode, lower moon dad 2, rock-uro

Hairo: grouchy wolf, grumpy guns, dollar store cowboy

Wakuraba: elf-ears, off-brand legolas

Mukago: fuzzball, whiskers, fluffy-horns

Rui: spidy, spider-boy, ru-ru, rui-ru, web-slinger, tiny bean, smol gremlin, precious pain in the ass, adorable lil shit, squishy, squishy-cheeks, raging ball of white fluff, spidy/spider-paws

Kamanue: baby-dragon, kama-kama, kama, nue

Kyogai: tiger-stripes, tiger, kyo-, looks like a dad (not even kidding he looks very similar to my actual dad just put a goatee on him), mister its a kilt, captain funky music, big drummer-boy, lower moon dad 1

Tamayo: tama-san, tama-tama, the science queen

Yushiro: bratty-cat, simp king

Susumaru: maru, susu, maru-chan

Yahaba: triple a, mister hand-eye coordination, off brand death the kid

[toreii]

General Election 2023 Special Story - Kichō

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???: “Mai.”

(Oh��)

There was a flashy noise in the hallway, and it soon became quiet. Then, I heard the sound of something being inserted in the keyhole.

(Yikes, that man is back—)

Kichō: “Are you okay?”

Mai: “H-Huh…!?”

The one who opened the door, and came in was Kichō-san. He rushed to my side, and hugged me tightly.

(I’m so happy it was Kichō-san who came…)

Mai: “Uh, there was a loud sound outside, are you okay?”

Kichō: “Yeah. The enemy was not a big deal.”

Kichō: “I’m glad to see you safe.”

Kichō’s eyes lowered, and he closed the distance. With my heart throbbing, I try to accept the warmth, but…

Kichō: “……Still there.”

Mai: “……!”

(I hear footsteps.)

Kichō-san quickly hugged my shoulders as if to shield me, and started walking towards the window.

(N-No way…)

Mai: “Please wait, this is the first floor—”

Man: “Hey, they’re getting away!”

Mai: “……!”

As soon as the window opened, men rushed into the room.

Kichō: “Still there.”

——Thud!

Man: “Eep…!”

(Huh…darts!)

Kichō-san took out a few of them from somewhere, throwing them brilliantly as they embedded right next to the men.

Kichō: “I found these in the other room, but they can be used unexpectedly.”

Kichō: “If you continue to get in my way, I’ll target that nose next.”

Man: “B-Bastard…”

Kichō: “I’m taking this girl back. No, rather I should say I’m stealing her dressed in this outfit.”

…………

He set up a hang glider that had been prepared outside.

(H-Huh…!?)

Kichō: “Did you really think we would jump from this height together?”

Mai: “Nn……no……”

(……That’s a lie. I thought there might be a possibility that Kichō-san would do that.)

Even while I was praying in my heart, the giant bird-like wings caught the wind, and glided through the night sky.

…………

Kichō-san skillfully maneuvered us to an open area by the sea.

(No way. I never imagined such a drama-like escape would unfold.)

(It’s bold, it’s perfect, and highly planned……Kichō-san is amazing.)

(To be honest, there were some scary things—)

Mai: “…Haha.”

Kichō: “Hm…? What’s wrong?”

Mai: “Thanks to the various experiences I had in the Sengoku period, I somehow didn’t seem to be shocked.”

Mai: “I thought that the night view overlooking from the sky was very beautiful.”

Kichō: “…………”

Mai: “Thank you for coming to help me. It was really cool.”

Kichō: “……I see.”

Kichō: “From the beginning, I thought of you as worthy of any gold or silver treasure.”

Kichō: “But, that recognition seems to have been a little sweet.”

(Ah……)

He suddenly hugged me, and got so close I almost touched his lips. An indescribable, refined face, smiling back.

Kichō: “I’m blessed with good luck.”

Kichō: “I don’t know if I’ll ever find it, no matter how I look for it for the rest of my life…”

Kichō: “Because I have such a unique treasure in my hand like this.”

(Kichō-san……)

Our lips touched as if to validate the feeling, and my already stolen heart throbbed sweetly—