#tiny. baby. golem

[furywren]

little blobby in progress…!

[malkaleh]

The golem is too small - but the children who make him, who hand him to their baby siblings to hold who have shaped him with small hands - they make a friend. From the very first children of exile, little ones yearning for their home - they wished for a friend - these small babies - toddlers with halting steps and little tiny children. And so he is shaped to them - to be held.

From all soils but home, he is reshaped - small hands and prayers and hopes - little wishes along with them - from Shiraz to London to Aksum to those that remain in Yerushaláyim - children add buttons, beads, colours and love - the warmth of small hands no matter what happens.

The Golem wishes he was large, that he could protect them - but he can be with them, all the children who are lost to an endless ancient hate - a hand to hold at the end, perhaps a shield from pain.

He lives in a bright place - filled with paints, with colour and toys and he will protect it always and always - though he is very small, he can protect this place now, this little haven and the little ones who pass through the doors.

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[grimpath]

Breadhead x medic!human!You

An another request! Don't be afraid to send one! I have troubles coming up with ideas themselves, but love to develop them

— what skills is better to have in a world where everyone but you is immortal? the medical ones.

— you don't know why temperance decided to keep you. you are clever enough to suspect that not all humans make it even past the baby stage.

— he taught you to take care of your own self. and not to care about the ethics. in your case, it's definitely better to be alive than to fall by moral dilemmas. unlike the others, you've only got one life.

— so when you ended up in the gaslight district, it was hard to keep yourself from… experiments. on those who you were performing on while living with the virtues.

— temperance have never ever been interested in immortality as you were, for an obvious reason. you just know he wouldn't accept your urge to become one of… the deathless. you're valuable only because you present as a potential weapon. the most effective deterrent that everyone longs to possess.

— if you want to hide something, put it in the most prominent place. that's how you ended up an employee in the butcher shop.

— in fact, you didn't even expect to become a part of the rotlings so fast. it was quite easy not to be a target but just a… person. a part of society. not perceived as a kind of trophy.

— it was also fun enough to find out that your crew does not just do mundane shop 'n service things. it took some time for them to make you privy to their side activities.

— when it comes to protecting your weak flesh, you wear specifically sewn clothes made of cut-resistant fabric. crafted not without temperance's help.

— it was simple. there is a target. it needs to be silenced. you follow the same opinion as the others: if you get paid, don't ask. your pay is that you are allowed to... explore what's left before cementing it.

— during such, so to say, operations, the only one who comes to you is the golem guy. at first, he kind of intimidated you, standing there, towering over your comparatively tiny frame. you just couldn't get the thought that he can crush you with just one hand out of your mind. but in the end he turned out to be a nice company.

— he helps you to maneuver the bodies for better exploration and does the job that requires physical strength, such as performing a craniotomy or opening up the ribcage. and silence victims as soon as they revive. with time you even learned how to put off the resurrection but couldn't stop it completely, of course.

— you're not talkative, afraid to spill out the unwanted details about your own self. but he seems to… accept it. he never pushes the dialogue or takes it as an offense. he is also extremely attentive to you and leaves as soon as he notices that you want to be alone with yourself.

— you're not directly involved in the skirmishes. you anticipate the target's maneuvers, as well as watch out for any suspicious individuals that may come to their help. you ambush and cut off the escape routes. in general, you stay as far away from the possibility of being injured as possible.

— however, luck is not always on your side. occasionally you get cuts and bruises. nothing too serious and pretty easy to hide.

— until one time, when the chase turned out too tense and unpredictable. for some reason, everyone acted uncoordinated. that led to the stray bullet coming a little too close to your face. slicing flesh a little too deep to easily hide.

— running away would be suspicious. opening up is a sure way to death either. so you decided to just... get smeared with rotling's blood and solve the problem after returning back home.

— however, you underestimated how much Breadhead is protective of his family.

— as if sensing your distress, he appeared nearby and grabbed you, finishing the deal himself with just one hand, keeping you sitting on the other. then took the skinned victim and commented on it:

"let's chop this one up properly, right?"

it made you genuinely smile and laugh heartily.

— thanks to your reclusive reputation, no one bothers you in your hideout. you were able to glue the wound together and disguise it with another layer of makeup.

— little did you know that you weren't alone at the said moment.

— you were taken aback, to say the least, barely holding yourself from gasping in horror when you turned and stumbled at his huge figure.

— considering his size, it was almost impossible not to notice him. but maybe you were too distracted, or your brain just doesn't perceive him as a threat of exposure. he's just become a natural, familiar part of your environment.

— you cannot blame him for coming to you as usual. he's the only one you tolerate at your lair after all. he's brought the victim, as he always does.

— you greeted him, chuckling rather nervously, and fled to the operating table, barely looking at him. the examination went as usual, but the air was filled with tension.

— you felt lightheaded. your limbs didn't behave. never ever were you so freaking scared for your life. considering how tactful he usually is, the direct staring from his side was dreadful to feel on yourself. it's probably locked to the fresh scar.

— you were even so dazed that you accidentally bumped into him a couple of times. strangely enough, you didn't want to escape but to stay close. as much as he's dangerous, you feel that he can also protect you as he selflessly protects his family.

— when you finished and he left to dispose of the body, you were ready the whole family of the smiling dead to come and grab you to perform the human elimination ceremony.

— but nothing happened. everything was suspiciously ordinary. except that he's always been around, like he's afraid to leave you alone. in fact, you thought he was expecting a frame-up from you.

— it was hard to force yourself to go on another outing. you really thought that this time you'd be lynched along with the main target.

— such nervousness resulted in numbness, both mental and physical. and only after it was over did you realize that you were still alive only thanks to him.

— he, of course, noticed your stupor during the hassle. he's been by your side the whole time, tossing you aside from any possible danger.

— you were full of self-loathing. you wanted to tear your mortal body into more pieces than any rotling has ever been torn into. you were born notoriously weak, notoriously defeated. you just couldn't consider yourself the prophesied human. it couldn't be you. you are too pathetic, unable to either save or destroy anything, even your own self.

— suddenly your hatred turned from the inside out. you have nothing more valuable than your own self. and whatever it is, you will gain the desired immortality. you just need to... to dissect a couple of dozen deads.

— you prepared for the hunt and fled to the exit when you bumped into him, right at the entrance to your room. you were going so rapidly that you would have almost fallen if he hadn't caught you.

— and that's when you broke down. you dragged him into the room and shut the door. perhaps you even did it too roughly and, at the same time, insignificantly weakly.

— you were mumbling nonsense. you begged for it to end. you grabbed his hands and placed them on your own throat with a clear hint.

— but he didn't respond to your self-hatred. didn't fuel it, didn't play along. he just stayed by your side until your outburst wore off.

— when you two got back to the others, Mud couldn't help but comment: "congratulations on the first crash! glad you've got that pastry safety cushion to hit on, aren't ya?"

— you haven't discussed what happened, and you're grateful for that. your bond has become the strongest you've ever experienced. maybe that's even what's called love, but you think love's too weak compared to what you two have.

— it's just you never felt alone anymore. even being mortal now wasn't so dreadful. he taught you to love your weaknesses with his tenderness towards them. it didn't stop you from searching for the solution, but at least it wasn't fuelling your self-deprecation this much anymore.

[pseudowho]

To my darling babies

I am writing a teen!Nanami X Reader LOV fic (Just One Bed!) and there's something important for you to know, if you are but a small baby to me (likely 24 or below).

A great many years ago, when the mountains were young, and you were but a twinkle in your Mothers' eye, we had GameBoys which we played Pokémon on. To trade Pokémon, it necessitated a cable to connect the two GameBoys.

The days of the internet were young (our cats went nyan, and our salad had fingers), and it had not yet made its way to our tiny pixel kingdoms. Pikachu had not yet been put on a diet, and obtaining a Gengar, or a Machamp, or a Golem, required a friend and a cable of legend.

I bring you this tale of old, so you may go forth and pass it to your babies one day, and apply the context to the whorish tale of this mad old witch.

I love you, sweet babies (I am 30 years old)

Come, sit at my knee and I shall tell you more tales of old

-- Haitch xxx

[otiksimr]

I thought I dreamed this but apparently I woke up in the middle of the night to talk about metal dragons so here's the semi-coherent train of thoughts:

Dragons hoard treasure for they are not flesh and blood, but golems who use their fire breath to weld themselves into greater forms, but also to forge newborns.

It is said the first dragons were tiny, clockwork servants, who spiralled to invent new aspirations once their creators passed on.

Their eyesight would be shit, working more like early prototypes for cameras than eyes, because eyes are complicated as fuck. However their hearing is phenominal, and their sense of smell is arcane. (Not so good its magic, no, actual magic, the same that grands them autonomy.) Their sense of touch is pressure related, but the presence of water or corrosives provokes a spooked reaction from them. They avoid storms when possible, even if that means going above the clouds to do it. These dragons have no sense of taste, because they do not consume food.

These dragons fuel themselves as a forge might. Their swathes of firebreath in an area is to create charcoal, which they can press into denser shapes with their mouths. It is a steady burning fuel. Scorched bones are a favourite, particularly for younger dragons. However, due to their tragically poor sight, unless the prey is moving a great deal, finding bones is a pleasant surprise for dragons. My phone is dying lol

[Question about fuel for different species, and something called Mistborn which I haven't read?]

I thought about different dragons but their form isnt dictated by genetics. They're all designed. I can see dragons being united by *how* rather than *what*, taking on different shapes and metals based on how theu were first forged and how theu have grown

[Question about stagnant population if no one makes more dragons]

Yeah, I think the denizens would have classified them as an independant species now, because no people remember how to make them and Dragons keep forging new dragons

So there is no fixed gestation for a "hatchling", because like most creators, a dragon can go into a passionate state and build a baby in three days, and the same dragon could forge and reforge a baby over years.

And then I went back to sleep again, apparently.

That's nice.

[raish-ryeson-robinson-i]

You ever wanted to turn Terraria into Touhou?

If so, Here's a list of Mods/Resource Packs from the collection of mine to help you fulfill that.

(Put the cut because it's a long list.)

Mods (TModLoader):

Gensokyo - A medium sized content mod that brings in 21 Bosses (Split into 7 Tiers), a Miniboss, a Town NPC, 22 new enemies, 22 new music tracks, 47 vanity sets, and 180+ items. This mod has a wiki.

Kourindou - A mod that adds in several Fumos into the game. Fully compatible with Gensokyo so that the bosses drop their respective Fumos.

Touhou Little Friends ~ Adventure with Cute Partners - Adds in several characters as pets and Light Pets. Bosses have a 30% chance to drop them (I got 4 at once from a single boss), certain enemies can drop them at a 5% chance, some can be crafted. Additionally, You can buy them from the Mysterious Gap for 2 Gold Coins a piece.

Touhou NPC - Brings in several characters as NPC's.

Junko and Friends - Adds some Touhou stuff, but not just Touhou stuff.

Resource packs (Vanilla/TModLoader, though I wouldn't recommend using a ton on TModLoader)

Yukari Yakumo as Lunatic Cultist - Replaces The Lunatic Cultist to be Yukari Yakumo. Other Lunatic Cultist attacks are also resprited to be Yukari themed.

TOUHOU WEAPONS: Reimu's Fantasy Heaven! - Replaces the Bat Scepter to the paper talismans that Reimu uses.

【Touhou】 Cirno - Replaces the Flickerwick Light Pet with Cirno.

Power and Point Pickups - Replaces Heart pickups as Power Boxes and Mana Stars as Point Boxes (Doesn't replace the Halloween or Christmas variants).

Yukkuri Reimu - Replaces the Vampire Frog to a Yukkuri Reimu.

Bunny with the Suit - Makes all the normal rabbits have suits.

Bunny with the Suit (Golden Variant) - Makes all Gold Rabbits have suits.

Bunny with the Suit (Pet Version) - Makes the Rabbit Pet have a suit.

【Touhou】 Moriya Suwako - Replaces the Little Plantero with Suwako Moriya.

Touhou music replacement - Replaces Terraria music with Touhou music. There are more out there, but this is the one I use.

Cirno Smokin' a Fat Blunt - Replaces the Baby Snowman to Cirno smoking a fat blunt.

Touhou Death Sound - Replaces the normal death sound with the Touhou one.

Mini-Hakkero [Touhou] - Replaces the Last Prism to the Mini-Hakkero,

Tsukasa Kudamaki from Touhou 18 - Replacesthe Spiffo Plush to Tsukasa Kudamaki.

Wakasagihime Pet (Project Touhou) - Replaces the baby Shark pet to Wakasagihime.

Yuuka Kazami replaces Dryad - Replaces the Dryad to Yuuka, and the Shimmered version as the Lotus Land Story version.

Cuter Giant Bow - Not exactly Touhou related, but it makes the Giant Bow more pleasing to look at.

Mokou cosplay - Replaces the Santa set with Fujiwara no Mokou's outfit.

Touhou Wings - Replaces Solar Wings with Flandre's Wings and Frozen Wings with Cirno's Wings.

[TOUHOU] Brain of Cthulhu to Flandre Scarlet - Replaces the Brain of Cthulhu with Flandre Scarlet.

【Touhou】 Izayoi Sakuya - Replaces the Tiny Deerclops with Sakuya Izayoi.

【東方】 TouHou Flandre Scarlet HD NPC - Replaces the Demolitionist with Flandre Scarlet.

Terraria Touhou Resource Pack (alpha) - Replaces various things as some Touhou Characters.

Hakurei Staff - Replaces the Mushroom Spear with Reimu's Gohei.

Mourningwood Mokou - Replaces the Mounringwood Miniboss with Fujiwara no Mokou.

Golem Kaguya Houraisan Head - Replaces Golem's head with Kaguya's head.

Touhou - Marisa Kirisame Hats - Replaces the Wizard Hat with Marisa's Hisoutensoku hat, the Wizard's Hat with the Windows games hat, and the Rune Hat with the PC-98 Hat.

Touhou Fumos replace Slime Pets - Replaces the Slime Prince with a Cirno Fumo and the Slime Princess with a Reimu Fumo.

Touhou HP and MP UI (and Nier?) - Changes the Look of the HP and Mana on Classic and elegant Style. Classic looks like the PC-98 games, Elegant looks like Post Touhou 13, Changes as well the Heart and Star items that recover Mana/HP. The air bar is changed for the blue stars and the Lava resistance bar is changed to the Red stars.

Patchouli Knowledge Set from Touhou Project - Changes Cenx's Dev Set to Patchouli Knowledge's clothing.

Touhou Luna nights max mana sound - Just replaces the max Mana sound to a sound from Luna Nights (I have not played Luna Nights, so I don't know what sound it is exactly.

Menacing Blizzard in a Bottle (Bottled Cirno) - Replaces Blizzard in a Bottle with Bottled Cirno.

Project Terra-Hou - Changes various things to be Touhou things.

TOUHOU WEAPONS: Yuyuko's Resurrection Butterfly! - Replaces the Sky Fracture into Yuyuko Saigyouji's fan.

Boss Health Bar - Based on the Touhou HP and MP UI pack, but for the Boss Health bar.

Better Wings - Makes some of the wings look better, references Cirno in the Frozen Wings and Flandre in the Festive Wings.

Touhou Weapons - Replaces a few Melee weapons with some of Remilia's attacks from Scarlet Weather Rhapsody and Hisoutensoku.

[roachieboyoyo69]

Minecraft Date

It’s been a while since you and Angel got to hang out, but with both your schedules, you haven’t been able to meet, so you decided to play Minecraft with her

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“Angel, where are you at?” You ask, turning your avatar to look around.

“I don’t know.” She replies, you laugh silently. You could practically hear her frustration as this was the fifth time she got killed by a zombie.

“Ok, go to 412 73, -143, that’s where I am.” You speak through your headset.

“Wait, how do I turn on coordinates?” Angel asks, clicking her controller buttons audibly.

“It’s in your settings panel, you go to the world tab, show coordinates, then on.” You instruct.

“Ok, I’m at 777, 111, 222,” She reads.

“Wait, why are you underground!?” You can’t help but yell into your mic.

“Wait, I am!?” She yells back, her fingers clacking at her controller buttons.

“Yea that last coordinate is your depth, your underground right now!” You explain, moving your character to go to where she is.

“Oooh that explains why I saw a big dark looking golem.”

“YOU SAW A WARDEN!” You yell, standing up from the couch.

“That's what it’s called? How ominous.” She comments.

“Did it see you?” I ask, making my character run towards her coordinates.

“Hm? No, it just passed by when I spawned in.” She said, and you immediately start moving faster.

“Ok stay where you are I’m coming to get you,” you command, approach her coordinates fast.

“My knight in shining armor.” She joked, giggling to herself. You shake your head and let out a small laugh.

“Alright, I'm almost there, you're still at 777, 111, 222, right?” You ask, starting to dig down to get to the sub layer Angel spawned at.

“Yea around there.” She replied.

“Ok I’m going down now,” You say, making a spiral down.

“I’m waiting for you, my knight.” Angel jokes, laughing to herself.

You work your way down to her depth before branching out to find her. “Angel, can you see me?” You ask.

“No, it's too dark.” She replies, her fingers clicking against the buttons.

“I’m almost at your coordinates, but we gotta get outta here soon cuz we are not prepared to face a warden.”

“Yaaay I’m being rescued from the dark depths of wherever I am!” She cheered jokingly. You finally find her character, which is an exact replica of her.

“Ok follow me I made your escape route, fair maiden.” You joke, playing into her.

“Oh why thank you fair knight.” She giggled following you up the staircase you made. “Hurray! We’ve made it out!”

“Yea I’m surprised we didn’t see any of the wardens' sensors on our way out.” You comment, swiveling your character to look at hers. “But we should set up camp so that we can get sleep, we don’t want phantoms to spawn, they are a pain to deal with.”

“I think I lost my bed when I died earlier.” Angel says.

“I picked it up after laughing my ass off.” You chuckle at remembering her death from a baby zombie, the way she was screaming still fresh in your ears.

“Shut up, that was terrifying. A tiny evil baby killed me.” Angel pouted her breath puffing through the mic.

“It was so funny, I had literal tears pouring down my face, babe. But at least I avenge my fallen lover after you perished.” You chuckle, setting down the beds parallel to each other.

You could hear Angel huff through the mic before moving her bed right next to yours.

“Alright let’s sleep through the night and we can continue another day.” You promise.

You could hear her bones popping as she stretched, “Yea okay, I gotta head to actual bed soon anyway.” She replied, a yawn following soon after.

“Ok sleep tight Angel, love you.”

“Hehe good night, Y/N.” She laughs before logging off.

You both leave the vc at the same time and you send her a quick text before you head to bed.

'Good night, my sweet Angel <3'

[genopaint]

Week 43 is hot off the presses! Check it out!!

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #301 - Mathrus

I wanted to do this a while back but the design is kind of tough to draw. But I figured it'd be perfect to dig back up a true creepypasta "dragon" of sorts for October! If you don't know who this is, I recommend watching this great video! Volume warning

Daily Dragon #302 - Clownbold

Small, goofy lizards that love playing pranks and being overly silly. They can be extremely mischievous, stealing things from travlers or causing general chaos when they appear in groups

Daily Dragon #303 - Drakeling

Teeny tiny baby dragons freshly hatched from their eggs. Their tiny wings struggle to lift them off the ground. As they get older, they never grow legs or anything, just larger wings to carry their growing bulbous body

Daily Dragon #304 - Pseudodon

Well, since it's Halloween... Why not draw one of my dragons that LOVES dressing up as other dragons?

And the Shiny Version, of course :)

If you don't recall, this was the Dragon Type finale to a Fakemon challenge where you would do a Fakemon for each type based on people's suggestions. Very fun challenge!

Daily Dragon #305 - Bananusaur

Thank you all so much for your votes! That's the end of October! I can't believe Halloween is already over, so sad. But I hope you all had a good one!

Here's the results:

Bananusaur - 2 Votes Gorodin - 2 Votes Galathia the Famished One - 1 Vote Mimic Dragon - 1 Vote Jiangshi Dragon - 1 Vote Weredragon - 1 Vote Sunrise Beast - 1 Vote Buggodon - 1 Vote Plantodon - 1 Vote Drakeling - 1 Vote Clownbold - 1 Vote

This time the tie breaker was done by a friend of mine :)

I actually liked a LOT of the dragons I made this month. I loved Buggodon, Terrasaur, I thought the Golem Dragon was really strong imo. But ultimately, idk man that Feral Knife-Wing just REALLY stuck out to me! Idk why

We're coming close to the end of the challenge everyone! I plan on riding it out until the very last day and even have an idea of what I'll be doing for the end. Thank you all again for your love of this whole project and I hope you look forward to the last 61 or so dragons!

Daily Dragon #306 - Yggdrasil

The protector of the forest. Some of the notable creatures that live within Yggdrasil, which he can call out to help fight are a small dragon and an eagle!

Daily Dragon #307 - Hammer Dragon

These hard-headed beasts can be incredibly destructive. If one rampages through a city, it can do serious damage to buildings. While their armored heads slow them down, they can still run surprisingly fast and do damage with their talons, too!

This is a redraw of THIS hammer dragon from 2019! I've been trying to tackle this one for a hot minute now. In fact, I think some of the dragons in this challenge were originally remakes of this guy before they deviated. But I think this attempt I really made something I like :)

[cvntoid]

thank you my darling @strang3lov3 for tagging me in the tchotchke exchange :)))

here are some treasured things and a brief... summary? PLEASE ignore the dust and incense ash all over my mantle/altar, i desperately need to dust and wipe it down. shut up.

1. a set of haunted choir demons - i mean children. thrifted.

2. whistling kid -thrifted.

3. christ - thrifted.

4. mine and Zayne's armoire downstairs. there are two compartments up top where i keep action figure collections. in the drawers below, i keep my special books. but over the past 15+ years, we've plastered it in stickers and papers and shit from bands, brands, beer labels, cartoons, produce labels, like.... i mean anything that makes us laugh has been taped and stuck on there.

5. the IT title jacket. it's a copy from the 1980s that i've had since i was young. the jacket finally tore off and i framed it in a frame that's been in my family since the 80s as well.

6. a treasurebox with a keychain axolotl on it. i just got the keychain a couple weeks ago but the box itself has special rings, lucky coins, important pieces of jewelry, and tiny treasure that are sacred and important to me. also human teeth. won't elaborate.

7. Melvin - thrifted. i saw this maybe... mmmm a decade ago in a thrift store and had to have it. he was framed for a long time. Zayne named him. the frame broke but Melvin lives on.

8. my celestial bell and a pentacle. they stay together and i use the bell when i do my silly little rituals on the mantle. i haven't been in my own practice in a long time because Depression™️. but i'd like to get back into setting the stones and intentional magical thinking.

9. my cloud - i got this baby at a very spooky mysterious wonderfully weird hotel/venue/multi-level bar locally. there's a gift shop and this cloud was the only quartz one left, missing an eye, and looked sad, so i picked it up and needed to love it. and now it's in my babies. you can see a hint of my celestite chunk with a moonstone egg on top.

10. a lot going on here. the skateboard is a pink tech deck. real elders will appreciate. the left guy is a hand painted clay golem from new orleans that Zayne's GG got me specifically. the opalite alien is a temu tchotchke. behind it is a voodoo doll incense burner GG got me from new orleans, also. in the background you can see a picture of my baby Pig and my cute lil claussen pickle jar lol.

tagging anyone tbh, i really wanna see all your tchotchkes and please please tag me if you do :)

[clownakai]

Pokémon AU: Accidental Baby Acquisition (part 2/2)

The first thing Shuuichi does is crouch in front of the Pokémon. In the dark, he can faintly make out its eyes, so he tries to redirect his gaze a little to the side so as to avoid agitating the hatchling in case its night vision turns out to be that much better than his.

He could use his flashlight for this, but there's no guarantee the Pokémon wouldn't react negatively to having all that light suddenly shone in its face after being alone in the dark for who knows how long; the last thing Shuuichi needs is to waste even more time calming it down— if the hatchling doesn't straight up claw his face off in retaliation, that is.

"Hey, there," he tries again, hoping to garner a reaction this time around.

It's not clear how or why, but the general consensus is that, be it through tone, body language, or something as of yet unobserved, Pokémon are capable of roughly understanding humans even from a young age. In theory, if Shuuichi can manage to project a calm and unthreatening presence, the hatchling should rule him out as friendly and in turn be more willing to trust him (granted, this one seems to have gotten a little too reckless for its own good to begin with, walking up to him and chewing on his clothes just like that, but Shuuichi would still rather be safe than sorry).

The Pokémon stares at him for a long moment. Then it inches closer, resting one of its front paws on Shuuichi's knee (that's definitely a single-clawed limb) and giving the hand he's offering a perfunctory sniff before bumping its head against his palm.

Shuuichi takes it in stride and carefully runs his hand over the hatchling's skin: it's rough but surprisingly uniform, not unlike the plates of a Golem. He mentally places the Rock-type hypothesis above the Ground-type one: the mud-eating points more towards the latter, but any wild Pokémon in such a desperate situation could have done that. The skin, however, so coarse and unyielding to the touch, doesn't seem to be a consequence of dehydration and is much more likely to be naturally found in the former. There's also a chance he might be dealing with a dual-type— Rock/Ground would compliment each other nicely and eliminate the issue of dissonant clues.

Once he's reasonably sure the hatchling isn't going to attack, Shuuichi tentatively slips both hands underneath its front limbs, secures a hold around the small, freezing torso, and proceeds to almost faceplant as soon as he tries to heave the Pokémon up: the little guy is deceptively heavy. Not that Shuuichi still wouldn't be able to lift it now that he knows, but those must be at least fifty kilograms of rocky baby right there; suddenly, the thought of the hatchling being born prematurely feels mildly haunting.

Said hatchling is clearly displeased by Shuuichi's attempted manhandling, and makes its opinion known by indignantly squeaking up at him while wriggling out of his grasp. Shuuichi lets it go without a fight, heaving a defeated sigh as he starts patting himself for any leftover snacks he might have neglected to take out of his pockets. He does find something— an energy bar of all things—, and while it's far from being ideal for Pokémon consumption, it'll have to do this time.

If at first the hatchling had recoiled from the alien crinkling of the plastic wrapper, it switches gears as soon as Shuuichi tears the packaging open, squeaking again and impatiently clawing at his knees. Good to know whatever the energy bar is made of still registers as edible.

Shuuichi tears a piece off the small tablet and silently offers it to the Pokémon, palm up. It pretty much inhales the morsel, happy noises erupting from its throat as it chews: it kind of reminds him of what Hana sounded like in her early training days, back when she was still a Houndour and would sink her tiny baby teeth into his ankles at every opportunity.

The onslaught of memories gives Shuuichi pause. This hatchling is most definitely nothing like Hana, but with how quickly it devoured that bite of food... It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

Standing up in one fluid motion, Shuuichi crushes half of the energy bar in his hand, then leans down and lets his arm drop until his clenched fist is at snout level with the hatchling, who immediately attempts to latch onto his wrist, short but pointy teeth scraping against Shuuichi's skin. Certain that he has the Pokémon's undivided attention, he starts making his way out of the room, hand never straying too far from the little one's snout.

To his surprise and relief, the hatchling follows diligently, eating up every crumb that Shuuichi progressively dispenses as they go. Soon enough they're out of the refrigerated room, and Shuuichi can finally get a semi-decent look at the Pokémon under the moonlight filtering from the nearest window.

That's... Shuuichi has no idea what that is. He's almost completely certain that it has to be at least part Rock type now that he can see its skin more clearly, at least, and he certainly doesn't mind being able to get a good look at its features, but not even the triangular black markings below its eyes nor the peculiarly shaped tail— not quite a fan as Shuuichi first thought, but more akin to a conical base surrounded by long, plate-like scales— manage to ring a bell.

The hatchling yawns and shifts, revealing what looks like a dark spot on its belly. Upon closer inspection, however, the strange diamond-shaped mark turns out to be an area where the Pokémon's skin is even thicker, to the point it truly feels to Shuuichi as if he were touching a stone slab when he tentatively pokes at it.

That jogs his memory, but not enough to actually spark recognition. He thinks he's seen something like this before, but he can't put his finger on it for the life of him.

Pokédex it is, then.

Shuuichi punches in a general description— coarse skin, conic tail, diamond-shaped patch on belly— and filters out every Type except for Rock and Ground, finding himself pleasantly surprised when a match pops up within the first three results.

"Larvitar," the Pokédex's robotic voice crackles, "the Rock Skin Pokémon."

Shuuichi mutes the device, skimming the entry by himself. "Would you look at that... Rock/Ground. And you actually need dirt in your diet. You only like me because of the mud, don't you?" The hatchling stares cluelessly up at him, then sneezes. Is there a single coherent thought behind those eyes? Shuuichi won't know until he sees them during the day.

... Where did that come from? He can't just take the Larvitar with him, can he? The extra expenses alone would put a significant strain on his wallet, and that's without considering the sheer amount of time Shuuichi would need to spend with the baby. The additional complications of a premature birth are merely the icing on top of what promises to be a disastrous cake: it just wouldn't be sustainable for him to take the Pokémon in.

On the other hand, Shuuichi didn't exactly get where he is by doing what's best for him. Plus, the hatchling is unfairly endearing.

He fishes a poké ball out of his pocket, absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on the tiny sphere as he toys with the idea. Bourbon chooses that exact moment to open the comms line and snap at him to hurry up and finish doing his job. Shuuichi shakes his head: no time for hangups.

"Hey, buddy." He nudges the Larvitar and shows it the poké ball, offering the item up for inspection. "You wanna come with? I know it's sudden—" and you probably have no fucking clue what a poké ball is even for— "but I don't think staying here is a good idea." Fuck, he really hopes the hatchling at least grasped the general sentiment of what he just said.

He's rewarded with a long, flat stare. Then, two tiny claws rise to nudge the poké ball back and forth until they meet the release button. Shuuichi holds his breath. He hears a click, and in a flash of crimson light he's left crouching all alone.

In his hand, the poké ball shakes one, two, three times; the latch seals itself shut with a click and a burst of sparkling dust, and absolute silence falls once more... For about two seconds.

"Do you want me to set the charges off while you're still in there, Rye?"

Shuuichi elects to ignore that. "I'm done," he says instead as he pockets Larvitar's poké ball and goes to close the refrigerated room's door before leaving the floor altogether. "But I found a room full of rare eggs. The charges shouldn't be strong enough to make the Pokémon ignore all the Repel that's been sprayed around it, though, so I'm leaving them there."

He descends the stairs in quick strides— Bourbon can be frighteningly precise with his little 'fumbles' sometimes, and Shuuichi would rather conclude the assignment without needing to stitch anything up— before adding, "It might be worth it to look into your sources.”

The blond's venomous reply gets lost in the aether when Shuuichi removes his earpiece and pockets it; he can faintly make out Scotch's silhouette at the edge of the open fields, a shadow amongst shadows waiting for him to get a move on. Once he's joined him, Shuuichi won't have to worry about potentially missing important directions from Bourbon: he'll have the pleasure of receiving them with zero added insults, because Scotch is nice and reasonable like that.

The other sniper makes no mention of Shuuichi's tardiness, no doubt too tired to care at this point: he merely pivots and starts leading the way to the car, where Bourbon has been operating from. It's a short trek this time, as after Shuuichi and Scotch did away with the surveillance the blond had parked much closer to the warehouse to oversee the operation from there.

"All set," is the first thing Scotch says upon getting in the car. Shuuichi follows suit, taking up the spot next to him and setting the now almost empty bags at his feet; the front seat is entirely occupied by Bourbon's equipment, and neither of them feels like provoking the blond's ire by shifting something.

Bourbon's only answer is a noncommittal hum, although it's only a minute or so later that flashing lights and cacophonic noises begin to erupt from the depths of the warehouse. Within seconds, dozens of Pokémon pour out of the building and disappear into the night, their distant cries the only sign there was ever anything in there at all.

"Good luck to the local wildlife managers." Scotch mutters, eyes trained on the few shadows that have yet to blend into the surrounding vegetation. "I don't think I've seen a single Pokémon native to this area tonight."

"Hardly our problem," Bourbon snorts from the front as he turns off his equipment and puts the car in reverse. "Tell Gin we're done. I'm busy."

Shuuichi sighs, certain that he's the one being spoken to because the blond would never bark an order at Scotch like that, and takes out his phone to confirm their success to the silver-haired operative. In the process, the remaining half of the energy bar he used to bribe Larvitar slips out of his pocket, catching Scotch's eye.

Now, that wouldn't usually constitute a problem: they all have to resort to those from time to time. Except that, now that Shuuichi can see it better, the wrapper is clearly labeled 'Pecha'. Coincidentally, that's Scotch's favorite flavor and one of Shuuichi's most loathed— way too sweet for his taste.

"Hm," he says, staring at the damning evidence.

"Is that from my fucking stash?" Scotch hisses through his teeth.

"... No." Shuuichi immediately lies, because he's an idiot.

Bourbon makes a noise that honestly belongs in the jaws of a feral Mightyena. "You stole Scotch's food?"

"No, I didn't."

"You did!"

"You fucking stole—"

Scotch takes advantage of the petrifying quality of Bourbon's incoming tirade to reach for the energy bar. Unfortunately for him, Shuuichi notices and, faster than any of them can blink, shoves the entire thing into his mouth.

A moment of blissful silence envelops the car. Scotch stares into the void, lost for words. Shuuichi tries to chew the energy bar. He fails, defeated by the abhorrent taste.

Thus, the yelling starts.

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[songofsilentechoes]

Clearly, something must be done! The problems have come! Thus, the baby blocks must do the springing into action! Must rally the hoops! Must climb the stairs! Sound the horns!

Clearly, this means that they must gather up all the myriad animals living in Noelle's apartment to figure out what's gone wrong!

The poros have successfully assembled a disinterested guinea pig, two tiny golems, a digimon, and a handful of plushies on the couch for this important briefing.

[ratasum]

Qirri Tinkerfirst: Early Timeline

Qirri is the youngest daughter of four to their parents, Pazz and Tixzi. Pazz is a very successful asura in his own right, heading a respected medical krewe and actually having been tapped for a council spot at one point before Qirri helped him decide he wanted nothing to do with it but we'll get to that.

No brothers, and Pazz and Tixzi had a life contract, so they were outliers within their society. Staying together instead of practicing serial monogamy. The two oldest girls are twins, Pyrria and Izza, and they're both ten years older than Qirri. Next is @wall-legion's Rissia, at seven years older than her.

Qirri herself was an "oopsie baby," as Tixzi wasn't supposed to have any more kids. But she did anyway, and their youngest was born dangerously premature, with underdeveloped lungs and a weak immune system.

(The albinism runs in their families. No one was surprised by that.)

Qirri actually got sick a lot in the first few years of her life. Their family doctor was worried she wouldn't live to even see toddler age, let alone growing up at all. But Qirri's stubbornness apparently just was a thread she'd have rolling through her whole life, as she just kept surviving. Maybe not thriving… she was underweight and got sick easily. By the time she was six, she was the size of a toddler.

But she was alive. And more than that, she was a genius in every sense of the word. A true prodigy.

Her very first invention was modifying a toy Wintersday golem to carry her nebulizer and all her medications.

She was four.

When she was six, that's when Pazz was nominated for a council seat (one that would end up going to Yahk). Seeing that this was a big deal, Pazz took his whole family to the kind of "meet and greet" in the Arcane Council chambers. And of course, he was introducing his partner and daughters around to all the councilors.

So here Pazz is, introducing this little thing around, and he gets. To Councilor Phlunt. Phlunt gives this tiny little thing a very scrutinizing glance, then says "Awfully small for six, isn't she?" before going to pat her head.

Now something you should know about Pazz and his daughters: Pazz loves his daughters with every fiber of his being. He cares about their safety and their personal autonomy. He taught every single one of his daughters that should they feel threatened, should someone be entering their space that has not asked permission, they are permitted to do everything in their power to stop the unwanted interaction.

Including biting.

So when this strange old man reached out with the audacity to pat her atop her curly little head, she reacted exactly as her daddy told her to: she bit the everloving FUCK out of Phlunt's hand.

And boy did that go badly. Tixzi freaked out, Phlunt obviously reacted badly, Qirri got a swat on the ear that got Pazz yelling at Phlunt for hurting her, and Tixzi was handed Qirri to take her and the other girls all home.

Pazz, obviously, wasn't upset with her. Tixzi wasn't either, not really, but this was a very important event. And Qirri, being all of six years old and very sheltered, was horrified, thinking she'd just ruined her dad's chances of ever getting to be a councilor and their family was going to get booted out of Rata Sum and be exiles forever.

So she IMMEDIATELY hid under her bed crying. It took Rissia sitting next to the bed with snacks to coax her out, eventually.

They weren't going to get kicked out. The ALERT Krewe was still very highly respected. Pazz passed on the council opportunity and went back to krewe leadership. And Qirri moved on in her tiny little life. Which is where we get to: Qirri never got to go to a traditional progeny school!

Part of her being so frighteningly premature, other than her lungs being underdeveloped, is that her immune system also didn't cook as well as it should. Tixzi was concerned that being around a bunch of other progeny could wind up with her getting sick. After all: we all know that schools are basically petri dishes, so she wasn't ENTIRELY wrong.

Instead, she hired a tutor to come in and teach Qirri in private one on one lessons to minimize her exposure to potential pathogens. Qirri very quickly outpaced her teacher, but they did their best. But it had the tragic side effect that she just… never got to interact with other progeny her age. She only ever really had her sisters… who, again, are considerably older than her. When Qirri was six, Rissia was thirteen and the twins were sixteen.

(Worth noting: Qirri's relationship with the twins was always rocky. They saw her as more of a doll than a kid sometimes. And gave her a complex about her ears for a little bit as a kid because they told her Rissia swung her around by them when she was a baby, and that's why her ears were so weird and big.)

It is worth noting here: Qirri's relationship with her mother growing up. Tixzi is… protective. She loves all of her daughters, but Qirri… wasn't really supposed to even be there? And it's not like she makes difference. She doesn't regret having Qirri. She decided to keep her for a reason. But Qirri's health is fragile, and she knows it. And she gets… tetchy about it. Every interaction is a potential risk. Be it to her lungs or to her immune system.

So she just… she did everything in her power to keep her baby safe. And it unfortunately meant that sometimes Qirri just… didn't get to have experiences other progeny her age did.

Qirri was a child that didn't get to be a child. Qirri, don't wander too far. Qirri, don't eat that. Qirri, stay away from there. Tixzi hobbled her without meaning to. And it was just to try to keep her safe! She didn't MEAN anything by coddling her like she did; she wanted her to live!

But this bled into Qirri's life growing up. She only ever saw the outside of Rata Sum ONCE before she was fifteen.

She was eight. Pazz had a meeting and Qirri had a doctor's appointment on the same day, so he offered to take her so Tixzi could focus on her project. And while they were out, Pazz let it slip to Qirri that… he had a lot of time between her appointment and his meeting. And he knew about a restaurant that did deep fried lightning bug bulbs, just outside the city in Soren Draa.

And deep fried lightning bug bulbs have always been Qirri's very favorite food. So he took her out there to get her a big basket of them that she could eat to her heart's content. Tixzi was upset for being duped, but Qirri got to sit in the ALERT Krewe workshop and eat lightning bug bulbs. And get doted on by the rest of the ALERT Krewe, who loved having Qirri around when she was a kid because she was sharp as a tack and would sit and work on things with them.

It would eventually come to pass, however, that it was her private instructor that suggested they look into getting Qirri into college early. She was brilliant for her young age, always eager to get her hands on things, clever and inventive. A perfect candidate for Dynamics. Which was a shock to the rest of her family: her father, mother, and sisters all went to either Synergetics or Statics.

It was around this time as well, going on when she was 10-ish, that her intelligence and stubbornness caught Zojja's attention… leading to her approaching Pazz and Tixzi with interest in taking Qirri on as her first apprentice. True, Qirri had interests in a different college than she attended. But Qirri was a young prodigy. Brilliant, angry, and stubborn. The sort of bullheaded stubborn energy she had herself, once upon a time. (And still did, let's be real with ourselves here.)

It was from Zojja that Qirri learned to hone much of her bull-headed stubbornness into a battering ram. Refusing to back down when people tried to tell her she couldn't. (This is a surprise tool character element that will be useful to us later.)

She was also where Qirri learned the lesson that she can't let anyone think she's weak, because Rata Sum would eat her alive otherwise. Qirri unfortunately took this entirely the wrong way and spent the next 15 years basically trying to ignore her disability and power through even at the worst of times.

And it was under Zojja's direction that Qirri took her old modified golem and turned it into one of her own. Her first invention was a modified nebulizer carried in a floating storage unit meant to travel with its owner, with sensors to determine when the user was in need of medication. It's the invention that got Qirri into college at age 12.

College, however, wasn't wasn't a good time for her. She had never been around progeny her own age, really, and while these students were closer to her in age, she didn't exactly get a lot of experience socializing outside of her family and any cousins she may have interacted with.

As a result, when she started college, it was… rocky. She wasn't sure how to interact well with fellow students and misstepped more often than most. Her young age meant she was talked down to and treated like a child by more than a few of her classmates. Enough that it was stressful and dishearetning for a young prodigy.

People she easily outpaced in lessons treated her like she was some kind of oddity. None of this was really her fault: is it fair to blame her for being as intelligent as she is? She wanted to make friends. But connecting with anyone was blisteringly hard, especially when they all just saw her as a novelty that would wear off with time.

It didn't help that her health was still fragile. While years and exposure therapy did give her some defenses she didn't initially have as a small child, she got sick easily, and fell behind in classwork not because she couldn't do it but because she was too damn sick to do the work.

She could've graduated by the time she was fifteen, but her entire college career at that point was fits and starts. Even with the support of Zojja and her family, she couldn't keep up. And for someone with a mind like hers, it was devastating. Immensely frustrating. Everyone had lauded her as this super intelligent prodigy when she was growing up, so why couldn't she do this one simple thing?

The friends she thought she made often just leaned on her for her intellect, and once they were done they faded out of her life as quickly as they came in. It was a painfully lonely experience. She'll talk about how good college was now, but most of it is to avoid talking about the very real fact that she hated it.

She hated having to posture like she didn't understand things, that she was held back by the speed of other students and her own poor health.

Rata Sum is not kind to the different, or the disabled.

So Qirri struggled. And she pushed herself through so hard, and it resulted in her getting sick a lot more frequently than anyone would have liked.

But it did mean that by the time she turned fifteen, she was set up to be ready to graduate. Three years! A fifteen year old prodigy who kept falling behind, fully ready to get that damn graduate certification.

This was not good or inspirational.

This was not to be lauded, even though her peers did praise her for it.

This was a chronically ill child being forced through a system that was built for the able bodied because everyone, even those who meant the best for her, didn't realize how badly it was destroying her.

And then it happened. All that stress, all that pushing herself, it finally broke. She collapsed in the middle of a presentation in one of her classes, fully out cold, with a wicked fever and struggling to breathe...

[animeyanderetalker]

I just imagined, that if Allen, Kanda, Komui and Tyki (Idk if Noah can reproduce, but this imagine is for funnies) have a child and the minute the father isn't looking, their toddler snatching flying near them Timcampy (Allen) or Teez (Tiky) or personal flying Order golem (Kanda and Komui) and starts chewing and licking it

Allen would probably have the most nervous reaction to it as he is worried that his baby may accidentally choke on Timcampy as well as worried about his little golem friend who is obviously not happy about being reduced to a chewing toy for Allen's toddler. He'd apologise later on profoundly to his golden friend.

Komui's reaction would be a tad bit more comedical as he'd just stand there for a few moments before taking off his glasses and taking another look again as if initially not quite understanding what he sees. As soon as it has clicked in his mind he's instantly marching over to his baby and quickly takes the golem away from them, promising his baby as soon as they start crying that he'll buy them a ton of other chewing gums.

Kanda would most likely make his baby cry by accident. Even if he is more reclusive with his feelings he is very dedicated to protecting his darling and now also his baby. Especially his baby since they are tiny and can't even properly walk yet so as soon as he sees them chewing on his golem he storms over and snatches the thing quickly and a bit too roughly out of their little hands, scaring them in the process.

Tyki would be initially a bit alarmed as he knows best what his Teez can do to other people. He uses those butterfly golems to torture and devour people and for a short moment he feels a cold chill running down his spine when imagining how easily those butterflies could remove a little baby. He quickly calms down though as he knows that those golems listen to him, not to mention that even the golems seem to sense that the baby is someone they mustn't hurt. He'd let his baby continue playing with his butterflies but he'd still try to stop them from chewing on them because he wouldn't want his child to accidentally swallow and choke on them.

[bannedaid]

🩹💎🎲

FOR SOBB!

🩹 - Someone who was a source of trauma

wowee! looks around. well it's been a while since i've yapped/thought about sobb(sorry)... but i'll try to be accurate with what i can remember. i can always just rewrite... who cares... ermmm well, he doesn't really remember this, but his biological parents and their krewe were definitely a major source of trauma and distress within his life. again, he can't(or chooses not to) remember this, but there's definitely hints of his past somewhere int hat tiny brain of his. just. asura in general, probably, college, etc., their way of life was probably traumatizing for a while before he up and left to become a frycook! yay!

💎 - Chosen family (including warband)

his chosen family :D M4-B-T and P4-B-T (ma-bot and pa-bot, whom he simply just calls mom and pa) are his parents! they are, as their names suggest, golems, that were made by his biological parents to take on the duties of caretaking! because they had more important matters to attend to. yadda, yadda, these bots showed sobb more affection and care than his biological parents (or anyone, for that matter) did, and eventually, they became who he considered his actual parents. this solidified especially after his bioligical parents and their krewe.... erm... mysteriously dissapeared!

🎲 - Biological parents

assholes. not much to say other than that! obsessed with their research and with themselves, not even sure why they decided to have sobb. they love eachother in a weird "i will beat this guy because he's just as smart as me" way. like. toxic yaoi i guess. go you. maybe they thought having a child would help their relationship or something i don't know. they're on and off a lot, lots of arguments over research and blah blah blah and "go take care of the baby" "make that thing stop fucking sobbing" wah wah wah! anyways!! they dieddissapeared in sobb's preteen years. probably(definitely) by their own creation/research.... ahem... but that's already a lot of secrets spilled so enough for now i suppose

[my-kids-made-me-play-minecraft]

My kids talking while we are playing minecraft:

5 yo with a squeaky voice: I am a tiny iron golem baby

8 yo: hello little guy

5 yo: I am not little guy. Just baby. Give me some food — I am so hungry.

8 yo *gives carrots*

5 yo: No not that. Iron !

8 yo: Let's go to the village then?

5 yo *even squeakier* No. I am scared. Villagers are big and scary!

[lil-ms-dipst]

@perphella

Along with anybody else who wants to see my MC Merch, well most of it, here it is! This isn't all of it since some is lost in storage, I'm sure I'll find it all when I switch rooms.

10 year anniversary llama, bee plush, bee squishy, golden zombie plush, allay night light thing, glowsquid plush (glows in the dark wehehe)

Pig plush, little creeper plush, creeper plush, a lamp in the shape of a honeycomb block with a bee dangler, a warden figurine which lights up and makes sounds, and an axolotl plush

An enderdragon plush, a little enderdragon plush, a little enderman, a mooshroom baby, a turtle, and a tiny turtle plush.

Enderman, creeper, and llama 2018 winter figurines, two surprise put together kits of an enderman and a wolf, and a bunch of mystery figurines including a snow golem, pigmen coming out of a portal, spider jockey, a person in a minecart, an angry enderman holding a pumpkin, a bee, an axolotl, and a piglin

A bunch of metal figurines which have a pillager, wolf, wandering trader, zombie horse, black cat, llama, brown sheep, fox, steve, iron golem, mc dungeons player, mc dungeons player 2, witch, loot pig, enderman, mc dungeons player 3, arch illager, vindicator, another pillager, mc dungeons player 4, mc dungeons player 5, another fucking mc dungeons player, a creeper, a skeleton with a glaive and shield, another vindicator, another mc dungeons player, glowsquid, another creeper, normal squid, zombie, alex, another wandering trader, goat, orange (or I suppose yellow) axolotl, skeleton, pink axolotl, and another goat.

Should also say I have Minecraft bed stuff! A whole bed set, another one, an MC earth body pillow, a weighted blanket, like 3 different throw blankets, and a beach towel. I also have shirts.