#unne's life stuff

[saunne]

Pros : The ADHDon't medecine is working. I can hear myself thinking and generally are much aware how scattered my brain is. My impulse control is still crap but at least I'm a lot more aware of it. Like I stop in the middle of doings Things™ sometimes and goes "why the fuck did I started doing that while I was doing that other thing instead". The "dry mouth" side effect is actually useful cause I drink three times more and are for once correctly hydrated.

Cons : It worsened my hearing sensitivity. Worsened as in doubled. In a week and half span. It's terrifying. The lowest sound level on my phone became "too much" after more than ten minutes. Even with the headphones in my ears but no sound, I am still far too aware of all the sounds around. I can't watch TV with my mom anymore because the constant sound changes drive me crazy. I almost had a panic attack at work again. Because of a phone ringing in a "bad tone". Children's cries turned into a weapon of mass destruction for my hearing and I have to work around children so if it keeps going it will become difficult really fast. The sounds I hear now have a direct influence on my mood: I listened to the same song almost constantly on repeat yesterday from 9:30 a.m. until 2:30 a.m. the next day because it put me in a "zone". I had "zone" sounds before but not to that extent.

[azurecrystalz]

[Translation] Spider / A Nightmare Downtown 3

HiMERU: --......

Niki: ......

Rinne: ........

Kohaku: ......Ummm

HiMERU: HiMERU thought he'd lose his lunch...

Niki: I somehow found myself sticking out of the floorboards too...

Rinne: ...Augh. My body, it feels like it's bent at an angle it shouldn't bend. Can anyone see it?

Kohaku: E-everyone, sorry...I just got a liiiiitle surprised~...

HiMERU: That can't be. The cause of shock weren't the ghosts inside, but Oukawa right beside us...We were blindsided.

Niki: Kohaku-chan's fists would be thrown whenever he was jumpscared by a ghost~. Even a skilled fighter would turn pale, that was a crazy barrage.

Kohaku: That was...um...that was an accident…

Rinne: That's no good, that's just no good! At this rate our "ES Halloween" attendance is seriously gonna be in danger!

Niki: You're not wrong, if he was to go bonkers every time he's jumpscared then there's a chance he'd just do that the same day of the event~

HiMERU: --Also, at this rate the live performance may be impeded. This year the event is supposed to be made with attention to realistic details, after all. HiMERU doesn't suppose our costumes will be an exception to that.

Kohaku: There's no way you're expecting me to react like that at the live...

Rinne: Really? What's to say our costumes aren't gonna be like the ones in the haunted house? Are you gonna be able to keep a cool head when you're surrounded by a bunch of ghosts? Can you promise that you're gonna perform like normal?

Kohaku: Th-that's...well...

Rinne: Alright! In that case, we'll do some special training! No matter what motif or stage comes our way, we're gonna help you out Kohaku-chan!

Kohaku: Hah?! Special training...?!

Kohaku: Jeez….why was I pulled into this mess….Not to mention, I don’t care if you call it training but staying at ES to tell stories is ridiculous! This is all for Rinne-han’s amusement, so why do I have to be put through all this….?! You think so too right, Niki-han?!

Niki: Unn….Uuuunnnn…

Kohaku: Hey, are you even listening to me? Niki-han.

Niki: Ah, just wait a sec! I’m trying to seriously think of what snacks I wanna bring with me here. Ummumumum…this is such a life or death matter~

Kohaku: What’s with you and your worrying. If you really can’t choose then isn’t it okay to choose both?

Niki: Kohaku-chan, aren’t you a genius?! You’re right! When in doubt, I can just take it all!

Kohaku: You were wondering which of these two to pick from, but why exactly did you need to bring all this?

Niki: Even if I picked from these two, I was still gonna struggle with picking from the two kinds of sweets. But, if I take everything with me, then I'm not gonna have that issue anymore. So! What's up? Didn't you want to say something earlier?

Kohaku: As I was saying. I don't get why we're getting pulled along Rinne-han's whims so easily.

Niki: Nyaha, that's true. Well, Rinne-kun offered me dinner so that's why I went with it~.

Kohaku: He said that he'd feed you but Niki-han aren't you the one that makes the food anyways? That's just being competent.

Niki: Nono, the issue is the cost of everything, not the fact that I'm making the food. Rinne-kun said he'd cover that for me!

Kohaku: I'm sure he's just gonna use "Crazy:B"s funds or whatever else he can get his hands on to cover that.

Niki: If I can eat a big full meal for free then I'll follow you anywhere, no matter what it takes~

Kohaku: Niki-han...Don't go being lured away now, ok? And don't go following some stranger either.

Niki: Nyaha. Don't expect me to be that greedy~ There's no way, Kohaku-chan.

Kohaku: That's unconvincing...Now then, since you've got all of your snacks and stuff ready, let's go to the practice room. I'm pretty sure Rinne-han and HiMERU-han are getting it ready. Actually, how did we get permission to stay here at ES anyway? It's unusual.

Niki: Rinne-kun went and talked to the Vice President then got special permission. I have no idea how he managed to convince them, but now that we have the permission can't we sit and train for "ES Halloween"?

Kohaku: Fuu~un. I'm more amazed at the fact that Rinne-han managed to convince the Vice President. Actually, why are we even training to begin with! I told you tons of times, I'm not scared. If I'm caught a little of guard, then a defensive instinct kicks up and my fists lash out. It's just a natural reaction.

Niki: Kohaku-chan, why are you so scared of monsters--I mean...why do you have that defensive instinct? I'm actually surprised...I didn't think you'd be bugged by those kinds of stuff.

Kohaku: ......

Kohaku: It's not that I'm scared, but maybe I'm so hypersensitive because of the time I spent in the zashikirou.

Niki: Zashikirou? Well, just hearing about it does make it seem kind of scary.

Kohaku: That's not it. It's not the place itself. When I was in the zashikirou, my only way to connect to the world was the internet. So I was always surfing the net. One day, I'd wandered onto a popular occult forum. All the threads there were full of disturbing expressions...my instincts just knew I was in the wrong place...but then a huge tragedy happened.

Niki: Tr...tragedy...?

Kohaku: All my instincts wanted me to close the browser, but I really couldn't help but look around. Then there it was, a bunch of horrifying stories. There was one about a monster that took the form of a 2-meter tall woman*, and another about a seance that would happen if you played hide-n-seek alone**. Then there was an entire story about a vacant station that nobody knew anything about***.

Niki: Ohhh, so that's what you meant by "tragedy". So you saw it and got scared?

Kohaku: Arrgh. Niki-han, don't you think this is bad?! You idiot! All of these ghost stories take place in old-style Japanese houses or the countryside. Niki-han, do you even understand what it's like to read those kinds of stories in such a low light place?! You just don't get it!

Niki: That's....

Niki: (If it was that scary, then you really didn't have to see it...that's what I think...is this what they mean when they say "curiosity kills the cat"?)

Kohaku: This talk. If Rinne-han was to find out about it there's no way he wouldn't make fun of me. So keep it hush.

Niki: Nyaha. I won't say anything~. It's gonna be me and Kohaku-chan's secret!

(*): Kohaku here I think is talking about "Hachishakusama", a Japanese horror myth about an 8ft tall ghost woman dressed in a white hat and dress that abducts children. It's a little confusing because I'm not sure if 2-meters=8ft but it's the closest thing I could think of off the top of my head.

(**): What Kohaku is talking about here is more familiar to me. He's talking about "Hitori Kakurenbo", literally meaning "Lone Hide-n-Seek". The general idea of it is that it's a ritual set up involving a ghost possess a doll/stuffed animal, and you play hide-n-seek with that spirit. If you win then you survive, if not then the spirit possesses/kills you.

(***): If Kohaku here is talking about "Kisaragi Eki" then I think this is just a basic horror legend that surfaced in 2005(?) about a woman that takes a train and arrives at an empty train station (Kisaragi Station) that with no known activity and had no record of its existence. The story was told through an online comment thread somewhere but I'm pretty sure it's a famous story and there's movies made on it.

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[flame-shadow]

OKAY im gonna ramble about Mossy Fool, my beloved. this will not be comprehensive, and some of what i've said about him previously has been adjusted or changed. no big deal. it's good to develop characters and reassess parts that might've been a bit rough in a previous pass. i'll try to include images occasionally but they'll mostly be reused from stuff i've already posted

yahoo here we go!

a few quick facts:

- he was a moss knight devoted to unn. he cared [and still does care] deeply for his god and his kin.

- he has always been prone to violence but not in a malicious way. he is enthusiastic, energetic, strong, and can get carried away easily.

- he took in the Infection willingly to get a size and strength buff while he was in the Colosseum. this also affected his moss cloak.

- he had a name, but he doesn't remember it. he is The Mossy Fool and most people just call him Mossy. he doesn't seem bothered by this. [depending on who he interacts with in the "postgame" and how they bond, he can start to be bothered by this lack of a true name. i have explored this via RPs but i don't know how it would manifest in a no-other-people's-characters version of his story]

- between the Infection, the Colosseum, and head injuries, mossy doesn't remember a lot of his past, and he has a hard time remembering things in the short term either. he's had bugs he teamed up with in the Colosseum, but he doesn't remember them now. he's probably made commitments and promises that he no longer remembers making nor who they were made to. he doesn't remember much of his culture. it is mostly through routine that he has managed to remember unn - after every battle, he repaints his shield, both to cover any scratches and as a calming ritual and reminder.

Sometimes I'm a bit vague on the details of how he's managed to not be consumed by the Colosseum. It's sort of a plot contrivance but whatever. I explain it as Unn calling to him like she does for all her other children based off some of the dream nail dialogue we get in the game.

mossy is a self-indulgent character who sometimes gets special privileges because i like him a lot heehee

okay but what im kinda emo about today is how his life would've been so much different [and arguably better] if things had gone a little bit differently while he was still a moss knight. because if he'd been able to develop better self control earlier, he wouldn't have accidentally killed a fellow knight in a minor scuffle and been sent out. that had been the final straw after many warnings and attempts at helping him and training him to be more careful. if he couldn't keep from harming his kin, then he couldn't be trusted to protect them.

and that's what sends him seeking places to fight where he doesn't have to be as careful and can actually go all out and have fun. he finds that in the Colosseum. oh, he had a lot of fun there...

but! if he'd managed to rein himself in. if he'd managed to control his tendencies a little better...

he was well suited to become a paladin. he's always had strong devotion and connection to unn. he could have become something more than a knight. he wouldn't have let a rank like that get to his head. he'd have been happy and proud of his duties and responsibilities. he'd have had a positive impact on his tribe. his affinity with plants could've developed well and he could've had a less invasive connection.

....also, he could've been a boss fight akin to hive knight guarding vespa. Moss Paladin. he'd have two phases, and the second phase would have vines and thorns and be very cool.

however, because he was kicked out, he had the opportunity to explore more of Hallownest than just Greenpath, he was able to meet other bugs and be exposed to other languages and cultures. he suffered a lot at the Colosseum, but it also fulfilled him in many ways.

and now that he's older, a tiny bit wiser, and a good deal less likely to accidentally kill another person, he can interact and bond with people he never would've had the chance to otherwise.

and although it's awkward for a while, he can visit his home. and once he has shed his fool's armor, he'll be welcomed back. The Infection did a number on the ranks of the moss knights, and having someone who has so much battle experience would be helpful to both protect his home and people and to help build up the ranks again.

i had something else i said, but then tumblr ate it and some of what i had typed just above, so that's cool. i'll just end here before more stuff potentially disappears. bleh

final fun fact! i used to draw moss knights with four eyes, and mossy had two of his injured from a slash which went diagonally across his face. i decided to simplify his design to only one pair of eyes, so now he's only got one eye.

i love this man idk how well this comes through cuz rambling on tumblr feels a little hit and miss on how much my excitement comes through [and fighting with the site to not eat what i write is frustrating] but yeah! here he is! if you wanna read more, here are some old posts where ive also talked about him, and i think most is still accurate

this post where i talk about his cloak and their relationship in more depth

and this one which is sort of an overview of a few things about him plus another depiction of his low health state where the moss takes over self defence [the post also includes stuff on cyra and jerome which is a bonus because i also love them a lot]

[chtozaepta]

I love your OCs with the horns and tails! And all of your non human OCs, if you want could you maybe say a bit about their characters and the world they live in? Only if you want to (also I'm obsessed with your art, you really are a pillar of shaperaverse fan community on Tumblr)

Oooooh this gonna be lömg!

First of all, thank you I’m glad you like them :> These are characters from an original comic I’m about to post (the first chapter is almost ready), but this race does not appear in the main plot for some time, so I can say a few things without spoiling anything. I know it’s not a very original design, I mean, duh, who doesn’t have horns and tails right 🌚 So anyway, these guys are called yáve, and they are like… feral elves in a way. They live in forests/tundras in big clans and build funky colorful térems, mostly out of wood bc permafrost.

They looove all things colorful and worship the spirits of nature. The huge pink moth/dragon/reindeer guy? That’s one of them.

His/her name is Menerik and he/she is essentially a god(ess) of Northern Lights, the Moon, madness and magic. He/she is very coherently genderfluid, the gender depending on the moon faze. During the full moon she is a female entity, and when it’s a crescent he is considered male. On the new moon it is forbidden to speak of him. Fun fact - this also is reflected in their language, based on Russian, where a word for “moon” is feminine, and “crescent” is masculine). Since Menerik is a he for the most time, that’s what I would usually call him.

Most yave are mortal, their lifespan being close to humans, but there are two ways for them to achieve a sort of immortality. First is joining the Circle of Memories, an order that keeps their knowledge, culture and traditions and become essentially immortal through a ritual, and another way is becoming a mage and learning the ways to prolong life through contact with spirits. Any yave who starts learning magic is introduced to the spirits on the thinner layer of reality and give up their birth name, color and gender. Their new name they choose themselves, their new color is given by the spirits, and from the moment they start learning magic they are all non-binary, body and soul. All this “immortality” tho is really just a longer life, because they can still be killed, fall sick or get cursed, so there is hardly anyone older than 200 years there. There are rumors about mages over a thousand years old, but that’s spoiler territory)

Some stuff here is *very loosely* based on siberian shaman practices, some names and words borrowed from siberian folklore.

Some of the yave characters I’ve drawn so far:

There’s Chanava, the purple witch with blue horns, around 20 years or so; they will probably appear in the comic. They are a mage, and also joined the Circle, but neither have given them immortality or enough power. Not that they are desperate, just very curious.

Aravellane, their uuum king? Tsar? Prince? Whatever. The one in the crown and a blue fur coal a few posts earlier. A mage, but prefers he/him; he has a blade that can make whatever cut without killing you. Some say, he cut his own heart out with it once to stop feeling sad feelz, and the heart ran away, because he treated it terribly. Since then, an endless winter covered his part of land, and if it weren’t for the mages and trade of diamonds they mine, they’d all be very much fucked.

Myándush, the head of the Circle of Memories. Öld, woise, mistürios, all that. Speaks in riddles. Has a beef with Aravelle, though why, no one can tell.

Ryt’kheo - dabbles in magic, but is not officially introduced to the spirits. Makes airboats, which is basically a boat with a magic sail that can get it into air. The sails he weaves from wool and puts in threads of Menerik’s mane. He is considered one of the coolest craftsmen among the yavi, and everyone wants a flying boat, so he is always very fucking tired and 100% done. Random fact - a “Ryt’kheo” is not a name, it really means “Unnamed”. It is used to address someone who has already given up their name but have not yet taken a new one.

Harrahaye - Ryt’kheo’s brother, not much to say about him except that he is a pain in the ass. I’m still fleshing out their characters, so there you go x)

There is another one, who is more or less complete, but they will appear in the comic and are quite important, so all the info will be there 😌✨

[latelyimanervouswreck]

Im crying again. God I feel so lonely. I feel like I was a mistake. Like I shouldn't have been born. Every time thoda lagta hai I'm getting better life finds a way to remind me it won't. Maybe this won't ever go away. I hate this feeling. I feel so worthless. But am I allowed to say that when so many people love me? I feel like my family only loves me cause it's what they should do. And Jo dost hai love me cause I'm nice. Or it is ki they pity me? Cause they know I feel like this? They are such nice people. But if they actually knew all this, ki even when I seem happy Im only pretending to be okay, not showing that I want to jump off the roof every second, ki i have no actual personality no opinions like I'm just an empty shell of a person. I sometimes feel like padhai and grades or being nice and agreeable. I feel like shit. I don't deserve to be loved. Sometimes I so strongly want everyone to hate me so I can just die. I've been telling my friends family therapist and psychiatrist that everything's better and I'm okay. I don't want to drag it out even more for my parents. It's not their fault im like this. I've been trying to hard to socialize more, to talk more, to be okay. I've been talking to online friends and more people in college. Just because jitne log mujhe jaanenge, utna hi I'll hesitate to end my life. Even when I try to learn more, about say general knowledge and politics and so much more such stuff, i can't fucking remember anything. I read books and watch shows and movies and listen to songs. Most of the time I dont know what I like. Khatam karne ke baad I don't remember shit. I don't have any opinions. Agar dost ne kaha they like it, I say I like it too. Unne kaha I don't like it and suddenly mujhe bhi nhi pasand. Like I don't fucking know who I am. I don't know mere strengths kya hai weakness kya hai kis cheez PE kaam karna chahiye. Anytime I try to mujhe apna future accha nhi dikhta. Not because I'm not successful but because I will still feel this way and I dont know what to do about it. God I just wanna sleep forever. I don't wanna wake up tomorrow morning.

[blackevermore]

x He Came With The Sun

{ Chapter 1 : UNN Meeting }

Summary:

Melpomene Moore didn't know life could be deeper than going to school, getting a good job, and making sure you eat at least once a day. Given her name she had learn to roll with the punches, cry sometimes, and never really look back. She could stop and smell the roses every once and a while. But that didn't mean she understood why it was important to also admire them. That was until her new boss made her actually stop and see the bigger picture. That was until her new boss's colleague made her actually appreciate her humanity.

Melpomene would surely become his new muse.

[Sorry for any grammar, spelling, typos.]

Notes: I don't own Hetalia, some characters may be ooc, and maybe despite being in this fandom for 14 years I still get stuff wrong. Who cares! I'm having fun!

Word Count: 11k

[ Read it here ]

[ratcandy]

CoGR Abridged/Summarized

Hello hello! My name is Clam, otherwise known as Squeakyclam on Ao3, and this is a heavily summarized/shortened version of my HK fic Camouflage of Great Renown. For anyone somehow finding this that doesn't know what it's about, CoGR focuses on Zote and his story through the game and what preceded it. He recounts his entire life up until the end of what's known in canon, and this includes a whole lot of angst, growth, realizations, and Trauma Revelations.

Oh, and he's a nosk. Zote is a nosk. Yep.

I've had a few requests for a summary, as the work is super long and reading through 130k+ words of Zote dialogue may not be for everyone, hehehe so I've compiled all the important plot points and wrote them out here in order of his story, rather than the plotline CoGR goes through specifically (in which big events in his history are revealed later on).

If I had to recommend reading the fic for anything, it'd be the... impact, I suppose? 'Cause reading the summarized events here will NOT be anything like reading it in CoGR. Seeing as the fic is all in Zote's pov and he actually has to force himself to admit all of this aloud. But I digress!!

Here's a summary of Zote's life according to CoGR.

THIS IS A VERY, VERY LONG POST DESPITE BEING A SUMMARY. I'm sorry, CoGR just has a lot happening! T/W for mentions of death.

A lot more heavy stuff happens in CoGR, but in this summary I do my best to step around those subjects. If you think more T/Ws should be added, let me know, and I'll put them here

Nosks were a species that inhabited Deepnest, specifically living in a den towards the nest's depths. It split off into lots of tunnels and caverns that each nosk lived in. "Society" there was very hostile and unwelcoming, as nosks valued brute strength over just about anything else. Caring for another nosk - be it kin or otherwise - was considered weak. "Burdens" to the den, such as nosks that were badly wounded, would/could not hunt, or were simply getting too old would be killed off. Death in and of itself was very common and hardly anyone would bat an eye at it.

Think the Mantis Tribe but largely feral and without a shred of decency of morals.

Runt donning mask of citizen was born into the nosk den alongside his brother, who would become hunter donning hide of tiktik.

(Before anyone asks, these are just the naming conventions that nosks have. No one but the nosk superiors - the leaders of the den - are granted actual names.)

A third egg was among them, but the brother broke it open and ate the younger sibling not long after hatching.

The two were born under a superior (their mother) and her chosen mate (their father). They were expected to grow up strong and eventually overtake their mother and become superiors. Or, one of them would, maybe.

The runt (Zote) was immediately scorned by the mother, as he was extremely frail and useless, and she just about killed him off right after he hatched - but his father stepped in, and the runt was left alive.

Zote grew up to be a weak nosk who could barely defend himself in a den full of beasts that would gladly kill him if doing so wouldn't be a direct offense to a superior. His brother was cruel to him, his father berated him constantly, and his mother was hardly in the picture at all. Only ever watching him distastefully from afar.

His father did, however, train him, if only sparingly. The least he could do to keep Zote alive. (Doing so would be a death wish were any other nosks to find out about it...)

However, an elder in the den - hunter donning mask of weaver - gained Zote's attention as she told him fantastical stories from outside the den. This elder had spent a good portion of her life among the Weavers, initially being sent to learn about them (to make them easier to hunt) but growing interested in their culture and choosing to stay. Until she did something to get her chased out.

At any rate, she told the stories from the Weavers to Zote, alongside news of what was happening outside of Deepnest. This caused the runt to become obsessed with the idea of being a knight, as the stories just sounded!! So amazing and heroic and awesome and!!! :D Yea!! He wanted to be just like that!

To the point where he even carved a sword out of the shellwood... with the den elder's help. He named it Life-Ender eventually.

At some point, however, his father found out about all this. His father figured that the only way to eliminate this problem - as wishing to be something heroic that saved lives or whatever was SO unnosk-like (and would get him killed) - was to kill the den elder.

Before she died, the elder told Zote to run away from the den, and not to return no matter what. The idiot did not run, and because of this, he witnessed the Den Elder's death at the hands of his father and some other nosks.

Man! this does, however, cause Zote to be more... "open" about his ideas. By this I mean he begins carrying Life-Ender around instead of hiding it in his nest. what do you mean it's a comfort item what! no he's just rebelliously showing off how much he wants to be a knight. totally. 100% /s

well, anyway, not long after this, the idiot's father dies at the claws of his mother. Zote unfortunately witnesses this as well. When he tries to run, his mother catches him, nearly killing him as well. Luckily(?), this attempt is thwarted by Zote's brother, who was very distraught over their father's death. The brother swears to kill the mother before storming off. Zote runs into hiding (still in the nosk den), and begins devising his plan so to get the hell out of there.

Of the few times that Zote leaves his nest after his father's death, 90% of them ended with him getting pummeled by his brother. The latter was livid, blaming the father's death on Zote and frequently bursting into fits of emotional rage. Rage is great for nosks, other emotions not so much.

On one occasion in particular, the brother goes too far, nearly killing Zote. In the scuffle, Life-Ender is shattered, and that sends Zote into a blind anger (mixed with survival instinct as he's About to Die). Zote then kills his brother.

A crowd had gathered around them during the fight. In that crowd was Zote's mother, who looked to him approvingly after he'd killed off his brother. This terrified Zote, so he gathered the pieces of Life-Ender and fled the den forever.

Stopping at the hot spring in Deepnest, he made a disguise for himself based on the vessels that nosks would often capture. He made a new name for himself, took on an entirely new identity, and decided to abandon the idea that he was ever a nosk. He would just go to the City, be knighted by the King (who he'd heard of from the stories the Den Elder would tell him), and live out his life as a knight. Just like he always wanted. Not as a nosk. because he's not that.

The events that follow now are just very short summaries of things that happen throughout cogr.

- He breaks a statue in the Queen's station on accident after a bug finds him there. as a nosk. oops

- He obliterates the entire uoma population /j and burns himself in the process

- He repairs Life-Ender originally using mushrooms in the Fungal Wastes. Fungal adhesion is real I checked I swear

- He makes it to the City of Tears! and while there, he

Gets caught by Hegemol who mistakes him as a vessel

Drowns in the City's gutters

Purchases a cloth to wrap around Life-Ender

Hears the Pale King talk one (1) time and immediately decides he hates him

- While leaving the City, he finds a grub. That grub never really gets named, but as he frequented calling the little thing "Fiend," and the grub eventually began responding to that title, he just considers it a name for them now.

- Zote travels with the grub throughout the Crossroads until he drops them off with the Grubfather, being rewarded for reuniting them but overall feelings pretty :( about it.

- He then goes to the. So you know the houses that are underneath the Gruzz Mother's lil arena? Yea that place. he goes there and "guards" it, becoming that place's self-proclaimed knight.

- then he starts being paranoid about the grub and returns to the grubfather only to see all the grubs have been stolen. he presumes Fiend is dead from this point on (and dodges around ever using the word).

- Then he goes back to the lil town place only to see everyone's infected :(

- We then spend TEN CHAPTERS!! in Greenpath. In which he

eats a plant and dies

Stands in No Eyes's tomb.

Visits the Lake of Unn (and nothing bad happens)

Sees a nosk at the entrance to Fog Canyon and proceeds to have a panic attack

Kills everything

Gets caught by the Vengefly king

Gets saved!

has a breakdown

Yells at Ghost and then Leaves

- Canon starts!

- He stops in Dirtmouth, listens to Elderbug talk, gets told the Myth of the Great old Nosks who are now all Extinct. The news that nosks are now extinct freaks Zote out a little, but he absolutely refuses to return to Deepnest. He doesn't need to make sure. It's fine.

- In an effort to convince himself not to go to Deepnest, he goes to the City again, thinking it can't possibly be all that ba-- oh no everyone's dead!

- he inadvertently steals a map marker from Ghost and decides to use that as a pin for his cloak

- Zote returns to Deepnest. He's very upset with himself for this, but he just has to know if all the nosks are actually extinct now.

The answer is yes

but before that he gets caught by dirtcarvers and put in a web and has to be saved. this makes him angry

Upon seeing all the dead nosks once he gets to the den, and noticing that the last nosk was mimicking Ghost (evidenced by the mask left behind) before it died, he decides that he's gotta Kill Everything again

- more specifically we're going to the Colosseum now.

- Zote's fear of water evaporates as he goes through the secret passage in the King's Station to get to Kingdom's Edge. He only found it because he saw Ghost go that way

- While at the Kingdom's Edge, he gets caught by the Fools, who he stupidly challenges and then immediately gets caught by.

- sits in dumb baby jail for a while. mean to tiso

- Then the colosseum battle happens! He does not win he then gets dropped down into kingdom's edge with little regard toward whether he's dead or alive

- He grabs a Fool's helmet before leaving, going back to Dirtmouth, and intending to bury that thing

- this goes wrong as he bumps into Bretta. He then sits and talks with her for God Only Knows how Long, spacing out while doing so, and not even noticing when she eventually gets up and leaves him.

- He buries the helmet, shuts himself away in his house, and gets stuck repeating his precepts to himself. At the end of CoGR it is revealed that he hasn't been talking to anyone, and is instead talking to himself endlessly as no one is left to listen to him

and that's it! that's cogr. yeah

[ruthlesslistener]

Got any thoughts on the great knights? I love hearing everyone’s interpretations of them because besides Ogrim we don’t know much and it’s fun to see what dynamics peeps come up with!

I FUCKIN LOVE THEM SM lemme try to summarize my interpretations on them so that I don’t end up with a 10 paragraph essay on them that i never finish writing in time to reply to this ask skjfdgbs. I’m also leaving out Ogrim bc we know him well enough already

Dryya- Captain of the crew, the oldest appointed knight of the batch, she swore her loyalty to the Pale Wyrm even before he was fully reborn as the Pale King, recognizing the figure in her dreams to have great power. Her species is an orchid mantis, she has pale blue eyes (like. REALLY PALE NEARLY WHITE PALE, its freaky), and is renowned for her ferocity, protectiveness, and lack of mercy. To outsiders, she has a very uptight, ice-cold, brutal personality, but to those that know her, she comes off as more of a strict mother figure. The reason why she’s the captain is less because PK appointed her as such and more because she’s capable of keeping everyone’s shit together. She’s also a lesbian who’s hardcore soft for WL, which in turn puts her in PK’s favor, even if she herself doesn’t interact with him much (as they’re both p. similar and that can be uh. a messy combo when they’re not talking about WL. They’re pretty chill with each other for the most part, but neither of their species would get along well otherwise jskdfhbgjksdf)

Ze’mer- A certified badass, known for her mysterious, aloof nature. The kingdom she fled was falling into ruin due to infighting, so she slew the corrupt noble that she was appointed to (my hc was that she was already a knight before she came to Hallownest), took up the delicate flower as a hope charm of sorts, and set off to find a place where she could live her life out in peace. She’s not super involved with the rest of her fellow knight’s shenanigans, but she is a close friend to Isma and enjoyed her time under PK’s rule. She’s also one of the more headstrong knights, and would openly refuse doing a task if she didn’t agree with it. She’s also the one of PK’s preferred knights because of this

Isma- One of the Mosskin, and the glue holding everyone together, she was one of the elites in her kingdom, coming to Hallownest as a sign of goodwill/tentative peace from Unn herself. I see her as personally being cheerful, laid back, and good at diffusing foul situations, while also being a very strong, capable warrior. Tends to work with Dryya and Ogrim more than Ze’mer or Hegemol, as her combat skills flow better with their fighting styles. She’s also absolutely terrifying when angry, so don’t piss her off if you value your face, lol

Hegemol- He’s a big softie! Both literally and figuratively- I headcanon him to be a maggot, which he concealed from the public in fear of the backlash it might receive, since they’re, well...easy pickings, to say the lease. He’s very gentle and shy with a good dash of anxiety thrown in, but this belies the fact that he’s a brilliant mechanic who’s capable of cooking up some genuinely nasty war machines. He’s also the most even-tempered and contemplative of the bunch, offering counterpoints and strategies when planning things out, and made a variety of fun little toys for Hornet when she hatched. He was also a big advocate for allowing maggots better rights while there were still people to reinforce stuff like that around, and, along with Ze’mer, tends to be favored by PK when he has to handle things 

[saunne]

On Appearance

My hair is growing back. I was disappointed to have to cut them off due to the surgery so I'm happy to see the progress. I still lose some between testosterone and stress, but it's getting better.

I'm not going to get an undercut this time. I have thick hair and quite a lot of it. And I discovered this year, before I had to cut it off, that it is actually wavy. I had straighter hair in middle school and high school, when it still reached my shoulder blades.

I still don't know if I'll get a new dye. If I do it, it will probably be in the salon. Maybe an underlight, but you'll have to wait until it's long again. A nice burgundy maybe, or a deep purple. Or maybe a pale blond, to contrast with my natural dark brown. It could make a nice combination with my eyes.

I bought some new clothes recently. It's a really slow and progressive haul that I'm doing, since I buy most of my clothes in thrift shops. I have new pants and a really nice flowery summer blouse for next spring. I also got my hand on a nice skirt, a really simple one, with a dark blue and rusty orange checkered pattern. I'll sew on some new buttons and maybe I'll have the confidence to wear it outside the house.

I also found some lingerie. Two nighties to be exact. One in dark turquoise satin, a little tight, and one very fluid black in sheer fabric with lace bralette. Something that makes me deeply satisfied, in addition to the very sensorially pleasant texture, is that the border between the veil and the bralette rests exactly on my scar. I have one long scar the entire width of my torso down to under my armpits and it overlaps perfectly.

Oddly satisfying.

[singing-wanderer]

𝕙𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕫 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 <3 𝕙𝕚𝕚 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕚 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕠 <3 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕖 /𝕘𝕖𝕟

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YO ITS THE BEING THAT FUCKS

Yes my dear friend you may!! Anything for the person that bullies me bc I love Stanford [=

(My fave is better /j)

So I’m gonna go for hc style on this one to feed the wonderful masses!

Romantic Yan Sheo x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, worshipful behavior, tiny tiny hints at smut, forced cuddling, mentions of genitalia to make a “suck my dick” moment.

You probably encountered him on one of his rare trips out of his home, to practice painting the green shades of Greenpath. His head snapped your way as you hissed, having a nasty and intimate encounter with the vines. A quiet chuckle left the bug, entertained by your anger towards the unmoving specimen. No fault but your own, though he had pity. Easing his form up, he crept behind you, going to offer his services,

Until you put a nail at his throat. Little cuts littered your clothes and body, soul leaking out your form like a faucet. Although you attempted to hold yourself stiff, you shook like a leaf lost from Unn’s reach. You were just a scared bug who was hurt and angry. The nail master had to stop himself from pulling at his paintbrush, deciding a diplomatic route would end this far quicker than any fight would. Not to say he couldn’t end you in seconds, especially considering your unfortunate health, but still. Mercy was sweet on a traveler so lucky.

It took a bit of coaxing, but you eventually lowered your nail to your hip (he found himself staring, much to his own embarrassment) and allowed him to guide you to his home. An off journey, especially with him having to carry you through the thorns. You had not a clue how his legs weren’t torn through by the natural dangers, but kept silent. A smart wanderer knows not to run the tongue lest it be cut. The trip was mostly filled with his chatter, seeming happy to have company even if it wasn’t exactly willing. His voice was nonstop. Switching between saying how you’d make a great subject for a painting and admiration of how strong you were even while injured.

Somewhere along the way, lost to the rumbling of Sheo’s voice, you drifted to sleep. It was a sweet, long slumber, filled with nothing but warmth. For once, you felt safe. For once, the infection and fighting were far out of your mind’s reach. Although you weren’t out of Sheo’s reach. His brush strokes were weak attempts to capture the beauty in front of him. He’d never seen such a truly peaceful face, especially from someone so worried. You used your nail as an extension of yourself; great for fighting, horrible for everyday life. Based off the way you slouched you probably hadn’t known a days peace in a long while.

The brush twitched with his hand, worry creasing his brow as he realized: you probably hadn’t had a days peace. But Sheo…he could help you find peace. All you had to do was trust him. You deserved better than what this world had to offer muse. Nothing but violence.

You had stayed with him for a couple days after that, often catching him speedily trying to outline something of those many canvasses of his. You were told not to look at them, under claims that they were just scenery practice and personal stuff a wanderer wouldn’t care for. Especially when you plan to hit the road soon. Although every time the bug mentioned it, he seemed anxious or even angry whenever you brought up leaving. You had to give it to him, he was good at prying information out of you. Stories of your childhood, your travels, and despite not being exactly an artist, what art you might like to see. It led to quite the interesting conversation, him doubling over as he laughed at your incorrect use of painting terminology. “The uh….the subject would be…Crystal Peak?” “THATS NOT WHAT A SUBJECT IS-“

Slowly these moments occurred more naturally between the two of you, slipping into a rhythm you would’ve loved to hear the end of, if you didn’t have to leave. Sheo hated it really, staring down the packed bag you carried. Seldom did you open the bag, despite his most often of queries to its contents. Truly puzzling. Something he loved; something he’d miss. Imagination was his greatest gift and curse, happily imagining you staying with him, finally being a willing and knowing participant of his paintings. To stay and learn new talents with him. No one was unreachable he believed, and he approached you all the same.

It hurt then, when on your last day he left for errands. He insisted you try and wait for him to get back to see you off, claiming to never have had such a visitor as yourself. “Truly a wonder you are,” he whispered almost breathlessly, “to have stumbled upon me in this accursed garden meant to keep all out.” Of course, you did your best to hold out. Couldn’t stand to think of hurting such a sweet soul as that. Biding time, you stared at the corner of the room filled with cloaked paintings. It taunted you, sheet draped so eerily well against the frames. It was only right then for you to strip the portraits of their confines, open them to the light and see the true nature.

Oh you wished you hadn’t. Your own reflection taunted you, of you sleeping, of you laughing, even you redressing after you had awoken. What kind of nonsense? No, no you had to flee. It was exactly as you had feared, an artist falling for someone to leave. Poetic brutality could suck your dick, you weren’t going to be trapped in some hut while the world awaited you. With a packed bag slung over your shoulder, the door opened and your feet moving forward-

Everything hurt. That’s all that crossed your mind. That you couldn’t see anything, and that everything was sore. Soft breathing came from beside you, a heavy arm becoming visible as your eyes creaked open to the dim moonlight. Nighttime? But you were supposed to leave yesterday. Instinctively, your hand traced your side for you nail, only to have an even larger hand cover it. “Stop moving so much my love. You’re making it hard to sleep. We both need our rest.”

Fear froze your frame. Sheo’s voice. The one you had fallen asleep too. What had he done? Supposedly knocked you out with how your head throbbed, causing you to feel sore. But now, he easily restrained you as his body slotted against yours, sighing happily and nuzzling into you.

What a perfect world to live in, with just you, your muse, and all the paint you could ever need.

WOOP WOOP AND DONE!! Shout out to you and Jack, once again doc for inspiring me to start this blog. Request anything you want at any time. You might even get a pass when requests are closed ;]

[demonicintegrity]

Ending my last post on Hollow Knight gods on a line of though regarding ecosystems, let’s talk about the White Lady. She’s is the root god and former queen of Hallownest. It’s unclear whether she has any set domain (like radi dreams, Unn the acid lakes/moss/greenpath, etc) because her only “space” is her gardens that was taken from the mosskin.

We also don’t know much of her because by the time we meet her she deliberately hides in her garden and away from the Godhome. She has herself chained and said she has “some shame” regarding the whole vessel project yet still has the urge to breed.

This whole breeding thing lends herself to likely be a god of fertility, if not at least a patron over it. But I wanna make it clear that she isn’t a patron of family, just of fertility. She refers to Ghost as a spawn, not a child. She encourages them to takes Hollow’s place, who she says to have been tarnished from an idea. Should she have patronage and care over family or at least her own kids, she’d probably be a bit more… compassionate? About it all.

Now it’s entirely possible that her apathy towards Hollow and Ghost comes from the years of post-kingdom stasis plus any sort of stir-craziness from being locked in her gardens with minimal contact plus losing her husband. Years of that is bound to make you a little apathetic and uncaring, and generally not like how you used to be. But I think it works thematically that she maybe doesn’t have the strongest maternal touch. Because she’s a plant and a plant’s reason for reproduction isn’t because they care for family or bonds but rather they want to spread. Yes all flora and animals reproduce as a means to keep the species as a whole alive, but animals are the only ones that have some emotional investment in it, if any.

And on that note, let’s return back to ecosystems. If the Pale King is an outsider coming in, maybe his wife is too. Or at least was an outsider at some point. Pale/white beings (both referring to higher beings and the delicate flower) have a theme of not being native to the area. Maybe the White Lady and her roots takes the role of an invasive species in the ecosystem. Invasive species often outcompetes local wildlife (she takes over mosskin territory), doesn’t have any natural predators (she’s a god and also radi targets pk, not her.) and often reproduces way faster/more plentiful than the local life (the stupid crazy amount of vessels in the baby pit + her urge to keep breeding.)

I suppose if she takes that role it’s a wonder if PK takes on the role of an animal invasive species. And truth is I’m not entirely sure because his way of being an outsider (colonizing) and his way of trying to fit in (shedding his wyrm form) is unprecedented in the animal world. Colonizing and government ruling stuff is a very human thing and shedding his wyrm form makes me think he’s was trying to adapt and not outcompete the bugs.

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

Well, I really did felt like giving old Grimm (Nightmare King) a shot at this design and I kind of like it a lot! Radi for the comparison, she’s a bit taller than her brother and obviously bulkier.

Following some idea that Grimm was the strategist and the brains in the operation of dream realm conquest, Radiance, on the other hand, was the brawn and assertive ruling figure.

Becoming beings of dreams eventually meant having access to any bugs thought and mind during the hours of slumber. Radiance, though gentle and kinder at first, affected dreams positively, which is why she was always known as “the light”. Grimm, to balance things out, affected dreams negatively and, even though scary, he was still a necessary part of the dreams and bugs understood that. Sadly, they had no influence on them outside of the dream realm, so... the two decided to change that.

If they were to rule like proper higher beings, they had to have some way of influencing the bugs outside of the background of the dreams and enthrall them. They eventually started taking and winning over the seemingly infinite dream realms, earning full control. At least, Radiance was the one who did most of the work, heavily driven by her goal to be worshiped and loved. Grimm was the same but he stood aside while planing, learning he is also yearning for companionship of bugs (something about ‘they aren’t so different from us in their own problems’ and stuff along that line).

Eventually, after ascending quite a bit, the Goodseeker gave them recognition and entitled them as true gods of the dream realms. Unn was pushed back when Radiance settled over Hallownest, defeating the Shade Lord and pushing him and his civilization back as well while the Root was of no concern to her. However, some bugs resisted the order Radiance was pushing on them in dreams and eventually outside of it in forms of the cults, calling them to worship. Adagat even became a god herself through sheer will to protect her people and locked a whole collective of bugs away into her own dream realm where neither Radiance nor Grimm had access to for centuries.

Moths were “created” by Radiance (she gave them her attributes), shifting her own form to a bigger, more imposing and god like and they accepted her as their ruler. Radiance was satisfied. Grimm wasn’t. 

They both wanted followers but under different terms. His anger boiled to the point of creation of Nightmare Heart’s flame and accepted it. The nightmares leaked into the dreams like wildfire, burning bugs memories and scaring their minds... and Radiance didn’t want to tolerate it. Their conflict ripped the dream realms, separating them forever. 

Grimm found his own way to be known and worshiped among bugs. He created himself a vessel with life cycles who feeds of the flame that fed the Heart, allowing him to exist among the waking. He went his own separate way while Radiance nurtured the moth tribes, chased away the ancient civilizations and kept control away from Unn, the Root and other higher beings of Hallownest.

And then, the Pale Wyrm came...

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Radiance VS Adagat

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[hello-universe-lovers]

I wanted to do something like this for a while, but never got around to it.

Here's the gist of how gods worked in the Pantheon AU:

THE ORIGIN:

Full gods (in this case Higher beings in the main game) are just gods created from the dawn of time, no explanation required.

Other beings can "ascend" to God hood, however, through a process known as the "Crowning", a ceremony which introduces the Pantheon to a new god, no matter how minor the role/influence. While these are reserve for the children of gods, mortals who have a brilliant (or horrible) achievement can be blessed to ascend as well (though both groups would be required to go through a rigorous training course to know the ins and outs of being responsible for a single aspect).

Once they are "crowned", select group of mortals (the Godseekers) are informed and will spread the news, creating new murals and statues in worship. it's worth noting that the statues are a formality, as long as the worship continues, the statues are meaningless, but still highly protected.

There can be multiple gods that govern a single aspect, or one god can be split off to cover many. It's much more evenly spread out that way. Demigods count as worshipped gods, although to a much lesser capacity, unless "crowned"

THE HIERARCHY:

The top 3 (The one in charge of other gods):

- Chlomos (PK)

- Akina (Radi)

- Grimm (NKG)

Every other gods (Have rights but not as big as the Top 3, Makes up the rest of the Pantheon):

Cannonically:

- The Dreamers

- Vespa

- WL

- Unn

- Nailmasters + Nailsage

- Mantis Lords

- Soul Master

I got too lazy to list out the rest.

Demi-gods (Half-gods, only applied to already "Crowned")

Canonically:

- Quirrel (never officially "crowned" but has his own cult of worship)

- The Pure Vessel and the Knight

- Moss Knight

- Hive Knight

- Most other vessels

- Zote

Blessed creatures (mortals and/or creatures blessed or created for the purpose of serving some divine purpose)

Too many to list (but can be filled by minor enemies in game)

Monsters (the ones that fall out of God's reaches. Souls that are dammed, mortals turned into monsters or just regular folk that are otherwise considered "other wordly")

Same deal as above

Mortals (self-explanatory, nothing out of the ordinary and a comparatively short life-span)

THE REQUIREMENTS:

- Must have at least 200 years of training.

- Must be "Crowned", with the approval of the Top 3, along with a majority vote from the others in the Pantheon.

- Must have (a) blessed artifact(s) they made or were blessed with by others in the Pantheon.

- Must have a symbol that represents them (hand-designed)

- Must wear a crown that symbolized their power and is proof of godhood (obtained when "crowned")

- Must have a nail/blade as self-defense (this is more traditional and completely optional)

- If mortal, must list out achievement that led to godhood.

- If Demigod, must consent to the "crowning", God parent(s) must not forced them into it, but they can prepared them.

- Must served as a god at least 1000 years before requesting "retirement". And assist in finding a suitable replacement god.

- Must attending the mandatory meeting every month for discussions.

- Must not come into contact with void being, or the Abyss (which Is the Underworld, in this AU)

MISC STUFF (That I can't fit into a category so I just piled them onto one spot)

- Void is a primordial eldritch things that even the gods fear. It is unwise and taboo to dabble in it. Ghost is considered the only God capable of wielding it.

- Outfits are not consistent, they are crazy.

- If one god screws up, the others must fix it and serve out suitable punishment.

- that applies to any being, they are not allowed to show bias when dealing with serious issues.

- PK and WL made A LOT OF BABIES, so much so that the god genes are so stretched out, that although they are born of gods, they only contain power equivalent to a demigod.

- Gods can retire, but after a certain time, and after a replacement is "crowned". They can choose to either reincarnate and live as mortals, or spend an eternity in luxury in Godhome or wherever they choose.

- Godseekers are the main group that spread worship of the Pantheon, by any means necessary.

- Aside from their duties, gods can do whatever they wished within the limits of their rights.

- This can result in...disagreements.

- Mortals can offer any form of sacrifice, and it varies from God to God. Some like live sacrifices, others like symbolic sacrifices.

- (OOC) You can make your own gods/creature to add to this pantheon, just tag me and you can go nuts.

I am sure I am missing something...which is why ask are a thing!! This is all for now, see yaaaa~

[pendragonsandbuckleys]

hold me like the moon holds onto the tide (1/3)

Summary: Kidnapped and locked in a cell with no escape. Alex and Michael are faced with an ex-Caulfield employee who is prepared to do anything to get alien powers of his own. (Inspired by the Daisy/Sousa scenes in Agents of Shield 7x06)

Word Count: 2,946

[Also on AO3] [Part Two] [Part Three]

This wasn’t the first time that Alex had woken up somewhere with no memory of how he had gotten there.

There was the happier occurrences of this, such as waking up at his grandparent’s place after falling asleep during the car ride there as a child or ending up at home in bed with a killer hangover the morning after an unexpectedly wild night at the Pony.

Or the not so happy occurrences like waking up in the hospital after an encounter with a roadside IED or tied to a chair in his father’s basement after an unfortunate meeting with his metal cane.

But this. This was definitely the first time that he’d woken up in an unfamiliar cell with his hands shackled to the wall.

His head hurt and there was a weird heaviness in his limbs that could only be explained by the uncomfortable sensation of drugs running its course through his body. Blinking a few times in a poor attempt to clear the haze from his vision, he lifted his head to get a better look at his new surroundings.

“Alex?” Came a murmur from nearby, which only confused him more.

He let out a slight groan in response as he pushed himself up to rest on his forearms, the chain securing his cuffed wrists to the cell wall jangling nosily at the movement.

To say that Michael was a sight for sore eyes was an understatement at the best of times. But right now, the sight of him was practically angelic. He was sitting with his back against the wall, legs stretched in front of him, matching cuffs around his wrists. His hair was more of a mess than usual and he was looking at Alex with such big eyes that the worry radiating off him was palpable.

He looked beautiful, of course. But above all that, him being here meant that Alex wasn’t facing whatever this was alone.

“What the hell is going on?” Alex croaked around the unexpected dryness of his throat. How long had they been here?

“No clue. I woke up about twenty minutes ago, haven’t heard anybody outside.” Michael shook his head, eyeing Alex carefully.

They may be chained to a wall but at least their mysterious captors had the consideration to secure them within reaching distance of each other. Pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, Alex shuffled over and rearranged himself to mirror Michael’s position, their shoulders bumping as he rested against the wall.

Now that his head had cleared a little, Alex took a moment to survey the cell. It was a small room with dull grey walls and a cold, dirty floor.

There was one window positioned high on the wall behind them that was allowing a few beams of light into the room. The dim rays hit the door opposite them as if preparing to provide their captors with a golden entrance.

There wasn’t much to deduct from their closed means of exit, but the solid metal of the door was worrying. It didn’t look like some makeshift prison hidden in the basement of someone’s house, this looked professional and if someone had access to a place like this, who knows what they wanted with the two of them.

Alex lowered his head to rest it against Michael shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to take a calming breath.

“Your head hurting?” Michael whispered, feeling himself relax just a little from having Alex so close.

Alex nodded gently, “Yeah, yours?”

“Yeah, it’s been throbbing since I woke up.”

Michael had been worried when he had woken up first.

The first thing he had registered was the hard surface beneath his cheek and he had thought for a moment that maybe he’d been drinking the night previously and hadn’t quite made it into the airstream before passing out. The drumming in his head sure seemed to support that theory.

Opening his eyes revealed how far off he was with that prediction and it had set his heart racing. But seeing another person lying nearby had his heart jumping straight into his throat.

He had only allowed a second to compartmentalise the fact that he had clearly been kidnapped before clumsily crawling over to Alex, instantly shaking the man in an attempt to wake him.

After a brief flash of panic, Michael had taken note of Alex’s small breaths and the rise and fall of his chest before letting out a nervous laugh of relief.

And now that Alex was finally awake, Michael took solace in his breathing once more as the man sat next to him.

They were silent for a moment as Alex glanced down at the metal cuffs cutting into his wrists. The thick grey bands looked stronger than standard police issue handcuffs and the sturdy chainlink connecting them to the wall bracket was not going to be easily broken.

“I feel like this is a dumb question, but have you tried to break the cuffs?”

Michael smiled fondly, glancing down at the top of Alex’s head, “It was the first thing I tried, but my powers aren’t working. It feels the same as when Helena dosed me with that stuff.”

Alex sat up straight with wide eyes and Michael mourned the sudden loss of contact. “That means they know that you’re an alien.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Michael replied, biting his lip. A situation where someone else knew about his powers - let alone how to neutralise them - was concerning to say the least.

And downright terrifying to say the most.

Though he was quietly glad that Isobel and Max were nowhere in sight. At least they were safe, for now.

“Shit.” Alex looked towards the door as if expecting their captors to burst in at any second, “I don’t even remember what happened.”

“I’m pretty sure we were at the junkyard, but apart from that I’ve got nothing.”

Alex leant his head back and closed his eyes as he tried to get everything straight in his head, the incessant throbbing in his brain doing its best to distract him.

There was very little information to go on regarding who had taken them and how, but the part that was screaming out to him was why the pair of them had been taken together.

Their captors clearly knew that Michael was an alien, but if they’d kidnapped him because of that, what was Alex’s role in all of this? And if it was Alex they were targeting, why bother with the extra hassle of bringing Michael along?

There was no situation that would require them both. Not unless they’d gone back in time and were part of a secret organisation’s plot to create an atomizer that would eradicate an entire species.

Then the kidnapping would make sense. Maybe.

But after CrashCon, they had ensured that the devices and all existing blueprints were destroyed thoroughly and the only remaining knowledge of the chemical formula could be found locked away in Charlie Cameron’s head.

And well, after his father’s death, the threat of a systematic elimination of the alien bloodline had unsurprisingly become less of a problem.

So who was this new threat they were facing?

-

They were making them wait.

Classic interrogation technique Alex had told Michael. You leave the subject just long enough to let them get inside their own head and think through - in painful detail - every possible reason for why they could be there. Then you ambush.

And if that was the plan, their captors had succeeded.

After confirming that they were both reasonably unhurt and a few very unsuccessful attempts to break their chains and find a way out of the cell, they had managed to compile a rather long list of why they could have been taken and who might have been responsible.

Maybe there was a new alien in town who thought they were a threat. Maybe Jesse Manes had been brought back to life like some alien hunting Frankenstein’s monster who wanted to finish what he’d started. Maybe this was all some giant ploy by their friends to force them to get their act together and go on that first proper date they had been trying to arrange for weeks.

In truth, they knew that every idea was either completely far fetched or extremely possible, but they all ultimately came back round to Michael being an alien. It was the one thing that Michael had feared, above all else, for as long as he could remember. Someone had discovered that he was an alien and now they wanted to know more.

It was about an hour before they heard any signs of life beyond the door. Heavy footsteps and low mutterings could be heard muffled through the metal, before the door creaked open and a man in air force fatigues entered the room.

For one tiny moment Alex was hopeful enough to think that this was a rescue. That by some miracle his base had known that he was missing - despite the fact that no one was expecting him to report to them anytime soon - and had sent an officer out to find him.

It quickly became apparent that this was not the case.

The man closed the door, stopped in front of them and said nothing, simply stared at them as if surveying his goods. It made Alex feel very exposed. And concerned. His brain flicked through several reasons for why the air force might want to kidnap them and they weren’t exactly pleasant.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re here.” The man spoke, his tone patronising as if speaking to a toddler.

Alex felt Michael stiffen beside him. He clearly wasn’t expecting the air force’s involvement either.

Alex schooled his features, making very sure to hide any trace of unease or confusion, as he studied the man in front of him for any hint that they may have met before.

Hughes, his uniform’s name tag spelled out in thick capital letters. He was a middle aged man, maybe early forties, with dark hair and the beginnings of a beard to match. Alex didn’t think he’d come across any ‘Hughes’ during his time in the air force.

“You’re here.” Hughes continued, unfazed by the lack of response, “To give me what I want.”

“Oh yeah?” Alex asked with an air of defiance, “And what’s that?”

“Power.” Hughes grinned and the sight was unnerving.

He began pacing the room and Alex could sense an evil monologue coming.

“Let’s skip the pretence of you not being aliens and get straight to the point. You see, when I was nineteen I joined the air force and found my true calling, my one purpose in life. But there came a point a few years ago where I felt like I’d lost my way.” He paused for dramatic effect, coming to a stop in front of them, “That is, until Master Sergeant Manes recruited me.”

Alex and Michael glanced at each other as if reading one another’s minds. It was always a possibility that someone new would discover the alien secret, but despite the jokes earlier they had truly believed that the Jesse Manes chapter of their story had come to a close.

“Thought that name might be familiar,” Hughes smirked, crouching down to their eye level, “He told us about you. About the aliens that hadn’t quite made it to Caulfield.”

Without a second to hesitate, Michael went to lunge at Hughes, the sudden memory of his mother’s death flashing before his eyes but Alex’s quick hands coming to rest on his thigh (and the rather inconvenient chain) stopped him from giving Hughes the satisfaction. The man almost looked pleased with the reaction, chuckling to himself as he began pacing once more.

“‘Those three aliens are practically inseparable!’ He’d told us. 'You find one and the others won’t be far behind!’ And he was right.”

Michael watched him carefully as he reached one side of the cell before turning gracefully on his heel to continue the motion towards the opposite wall. If this guy knew about the three of them there was no reason for him not to go after Isobel or Max next. In fact, they could very well be in a cell just like this, right now, waiting for their own personal soliloquy.

And Michael was powerless to help them.

“Learning about your species altered my path in life, but now you’re going to change it completely. Starting with you.” Hughes pointed to Alex with a meaty finger and any response Alex might’ve had ready fell away with complete bewilderment.

Wait, what was going on? Alex glanced at Michael once again to make sure he had heard the same thing and he could have laughed at the mystified look that Michael was unable to hide.

“But he’s not an alien.” Michael furrowed his brow, suddenly feeling very unsure of what details Jesse Manes had given him.

“You better hope he is.” Hughes stepped closer, not even blinking as he stared Michael down, “Or he’s of no use to me.”

“And what exactly is it do you want with me?” Alex held his head higher, ready to offer himself up willingly if it would keep the attention off of Michael.

“The power flowing through your veins. It might take a few tries but it’s an easy enough experiment and I’m sure I’ll harvest the right cells eventually before it kills you.” Hughes watched him carefully, practically daring him to break eye contact first. “Besides, I’ve heard you heal quick so there’s nothing to fear really.”

“Wait, that’s your plan? You think you can just give yourself powers? You’re deluded. That’ll never work.” Alex remarked as Hughes pursed his lips at the comeback.

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

“Take me first!” Michael blurted out, ignoring the confused glare he could see Alex giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Hmm, telekinesis is impressive, but the power to kill with a single touch? That’s what I want.” Hughes smirked, his eyes still not leaving Alex.

And well if that didn’t slot a few more puzzle pieces into place.

It was true that Alex had been spending a lot of time with Michael and Isobel lately, and with Max more likely to be found in Liz’s arms than at his sibling’s side, it’s clear how this little misidentification may had occurred.

Before Michael could argue his case further, Hughes turned to leave the cell. “I’ll be back when we’re ready,” he stated simply as the door slammed shut behind him, leaving the room quiet once more.

Neither of them spoke as they tried to organise their scrambling thoughts. An hour ago, when they were making their list, they would never have guessed the correct outcome of that conversation.

“He thinks I’m Max.” Alex whispered into the silence, his eyes still on the door.

“We have to tell him you’re not, we have to do something.” Michael turned his whole body towards Alex, a determined look in his eyes.

“Guerin, we can’t tell him.” Alex furrowed his brow. Even if they could convince Hughes that he wasn’t an alien, it wouldn’t suddenly make everything better. He may be pretty useless to the man right now, but Alex knew full well how expendable he would be if Hughes found out the truth about his lack of alien abilities. With no means of escape and no sign of a rescue anytime soon, he knew that this was their only logical option, no matter how deranged and barbaric it sounded. “Whatever the hell is going on right now, we definitely don’t have the upper hand here, so if he’s gonna take anyone it’s better me than you.”

“Are you insane? If he experiments on you, he could kill you!”

“And if he experiments on you, he could discover everything.”

Michael opened his mouth to argue but Alex barely gave him a chance to take a breath before continuing.

“You’ve always been careful to make sure that nobody even has a chance to get access to your DNA but now you want to what? Give it up freely? No.” He stated firmly, shaking his head. “Him thinking I’m an alien is our best case scenario right now. This guy clearly knows a lot about you already - I mean who knows how much my father told him - I won’t let him learn any more.”

Michael had always known that Alex would go to great lengths to protect him, but to see his resoluteness firsthand sent a rush of warmth through him.

Still, he bit his bottom lip as he tried to grasp at any response that would overrule how right Alex was. Putting his own safety above Alex’s had never - and would never - be an option but, as selfish as it was in that moment, the thought of doing something that would put Isobel and Max in danger made him feel physically sick.

Without thinking, his hands found Alex’s and he wrapped his fingers around them tightly, undeterred by the awkwardness of the cuffs. He watched as Alex weakly gripped back despite the odd angle.

“This is insane.” He whispered dejectedly.

“I know.”

“He knew your dad.”

“I know.” Alex let out a huff of laughter and rolled his eyes, “Fucking Jesse Manes.”

Michael couldn’t stop the corners of his own mouth turning up into a small smile.

Trust Alex’s father to still manage to upend their lives from beyond the grave. And unless Hughes had somehow managed to pass his medical exams alongside serving his country, this was definitely not going to end well.

[crystal-sylvestris]

It's 3am and my brain is super active which sucks, I wanna sleep lol so I'll just ramble about characters for a bit while I chill in bed and wait for sleepiness to kick in~

:

Something fun as a vague dialog that popped in my head is Amalma realizing Hitch is experiencing the same sense of "duty" or feelings as she did when it came to... Genuinely having friends or growing attached to someone. Though Amalma's nature is friendly, she was strict to her clan code not to have herself attached to anyone as she was like a disposable tool.

Hitch never choose that a life along those lines but he accepted those as a must and is more adamant about keeping himself distant from anyone, even when not viewed as a tool by others. He settled on the idea that he is just someone's tool and nothing else because it's easier.

For someone who wants to stick around, it's a large emotional hurdle for Amalma to overcome but at least it's one she very deeply understands.

(note I'm not talking about romantic feelings here but just getting close to people in any shape and form all together)

This is why Amalma opens up first. Ever since she wad banished and decided to side with the girls, she wanted to change her viewpoints and approaches (albeit she had issues with it, since she had to have a talk with Yonna and Silva that friendships aren't about filling duties of honor and alike which is the only thing Amalma knows of regarding relationships). She wanted to start shaping herself as what she believes is a unique person and make more of her own choices.

She wants to introduce this to Hitch who, quite frankly, is super exhausted and has no energy for it. So... She will stick around him, wait until he can and does and hopefully he will find strength to fight for it as well...

I know this all may sound very vague since I haven't talked about Hitch basically at all but have some quick pointers before I feel like properly introducing him:

-He is a descendents of the original Monarch, the Daydreamer, this his ability to see, draw, collect and use essence in abilities is natural (he is like a walking dreamnail)

-The Daydreamer ability is rather complicated but he can also draw out things from the dream into reality if he has enough essence (which he has in the little lantern of his), kind of like Unn does but sadly, it sometimes comes out uncontrollable or too dangerous.

-This made him a target of the group called Scavengers who want Hitch under their control so can basically use him to draw what ever they want out of the dreams for power gain, as dream real is rather loose regarding the rules and existance.

-Hitch was on the run from the goons and alike almost all of his life and he's only a young adult.

-He can't sleep, if he does his already super vivid dreams can go wild and realize in the waking world so he never does. He regains energy by physically resting, mediating (tho he is bad at it) and coffee seeds he carries and monches on.

-He DOES use his lantern and essence to bring vague stuff out of the dreams (from weapons to items to creatures) to trick, distract or fight with when escaping the members ot the Scavangers. The existence of the things is vague, kind of like ghosts in HK but a little more real, only for a short period of time before it turns into essence again and returns to the lantern.

-Hitch's right eye isn't injured, the eyepatch is there to, ironically, help him see reality a little better and not lean into the dream realm while awake (the whole Daydreamer shablam)

-Hitch is not good at either music or singing, which is super weird because the practice of the Monarchs is to sing and make things work out either by placebo or actual abilities. His voice is too hoarse from exhaustion.

-Hitch has a real name but it's basically a deadname