#wip. scavengers

[muddshadow]

find the word —

words courtesy of @isherwoodj and @akindofmagictoo <3 tagging you back and also @faelanvance @pinespittinink @baroquesse @revenancy @the-void-writes @calicoy and anyone else who feels like it <3 to you i bestow the words ASH, ACHE, CLEAR, COLD.

RAISE // bloodhounds

...she’d been considering a possibility, one that emerged this past year with the slow, solemn recognition that accompanied all dreadful truths, and one that had been sufficiently judged with rejection, reluctance, and compromises. It’s not what I think. It couldn’t be that. It must be something similar. But Neve was raised to untangle puzzles, and how could she ignore the thousand knotted strings that wove together Rowan? She couldn’t. Not when she watched him share stories across the dinner table, not when they surrendered low-toned secrets around a fire-pit or a dawn-crested balcony or in the silent embrace of the pilot’s deck, and certainly not now, as she plucked through the tattered wires of his detached prosthetic. Rowan told a great many truths, and all of them were shadows. Pieces missing, unmentioned, momentous.

Rowan spoke suddenly. “What're you thinking?”

TALL // bloodhounds

Tulan smiled, and it was almost warm. “Look how you’ve grown, Nevelyn.”

When tears burned in her eyes, it felt wrong and overwhelming, and Neve retreated back into her arms. She still didn’t know what to think, but she felt, felt, felt, the bittersweet weight of old memories and a stolen future, the drawn-and-quartered quandary of a man devoted to violence who had loved her like a daughter.

“I never thought you’d end up so tall. That surprised me.”

It hurt to be present, but she had nowhere else to be. Meeting Tulan’s gaze still proved too challenging, so Neve stared at the table and wrangled her thoughts into words.

LOW // the inherited haunting of trystan song

“The universe fucking hates me today,” I say, mostly to myself.

Magdalena still graces me with an answer. “Don’t be rude, Trystan.” She wears a yellow dress and sunhat, coiled hair a black cloud beneath it. A cigarette fits between her fingers, nails perfectly manicured and nighttime blue. They’re always a different color. She bores quickly. I’m hoping I can bore her out of a conversation, since I already have a catastrophe planned.

Magdalena lowers her designer sunglasses and glimpses me over. “You look terrible.”

ROYAL // the inherited haunting of trystan song

“Is that a soda in there?”

“No. It’s a high nutrient fruit juice, made with–”

“Great. Hand it to me.”

He does without looking and continues sifting through the fridge drawers. I don’t catch any of his unintelligible mutters. I don’t try to. I’m already knocking back my first shot of Crown Royal and get straight to work on the second and third. Chasing it with high nutrient fruit juice isn’t as satisfying as Dr. Pepper, but it does make it interesting.

OVER // twice-dead scavengers

The evening before the triplets left, House Finch held a grand celebration. All twenty-seven Finches attended; not counting the married-in spouses and step children, who were never counted, and not counting Tatum, whose presence was no longer expected or desired anywhere near the Finch doorstep. Only special occasions brought the entire esteemed and estranged family together at one table. A special occasion to pry for information, confront old rivalries, and to discreetly glimpse over Grandmother Ruvilka and assess if she was anywhere closer to death.

Tonight, the conclusion didn’t waver from the previous decades. Grandmother remained at the head of the table and deathless.

RUGGED // twice-dead scavengers

Bright pain erupted in her shoulder, scathing and rendering her blind. Geneviere dreaded losing her other arm, released a short, husky shriek at the thought, but the knife was a quick dart and not a rugged hacking. The phantom tore the blade free of her trapezius. Geneviere collapsed forward. Blood wept down her arm, mixing with sweat and ink.

Several strides away, the mist collected into the distinctive shape of a person, hunched on their heels and watching her, this time with a voice.

“You’re the weakest,” the phantom said, tone hushed like dawn and roiled deep by storm, “because the others don’t care about you.”

“Ouch,” Geneviere mumbled. Mostly because of the stab wound.

[alula-arts]

one big happy family

[blimbo-buddy]

So I have this idea for a Rain World Scavenger oc.. (Transparent version too because I like both)

[excessive-moisture]

thumbnail maybe

[capricoopla]

Bro's going back

(Unfinished editing practice)

[medi-bee]

scav doodle page to be finished at some point. rambles below

hmm... thinking about an ancient reincarnated as a scavenger. Born albino with sensitive skin and poor vision, leading to them always looking irritated. their character arc is them finding clothes again.

previously worked on the iterators? specifically the microbiome inside them that keeps their neurons healthy. is very upset to see the current state of them.

no idea about their place on the timeline.... but i think it would be funny if they spent a few cycles getting repeatedly bricked by a slugcat, so there’s that to consider.

the hardest part is figuring out how i want cycles to work

[psystirene]

scabs + slugcat / scab hybrid

some hcs under the cut fdhshcshc

As part of making Rain World's creatures all look like they came from similar ancestry, I try to keep everything with three toes, etc. I think another feature that is common in a lot of Rain World's species is hardened heads, usually these are derivatives of the material known as "living metal". This is what iterators are made out of. It is a living structure like skin but is tough as steel, but has a sort of high metabolic cost (partly due to its weight).

So this is mostly seen in lizards, who can afford it because they are (mostly) solo predators, efficient hunters who basically just eat and sleep (and breed presumably?).

Scavs are probably omnivores, and can't eat directly from carcasses. Over time their living metal components devolved into a more natural sort of carapace, keratin-type structure, which forms the "mask" of the scavs. Probably also teeth and such.

Basically spear-defying lizard heads, dark scav heads & horns, and vulture masks are all derived from the same thing (= the Ancients obsession with masks /hj)

Other fun fact headcanons: - Scavengers have a primordial pouch (think the glob of fat over a cat's stomach. It's for protection) - Scav quills rattle to make a rustling-esque sound and are used as part of body language. - Scavs can vocalize but it sounds really dumb. I'm imagining deer sounds. Please listened to deer sounds. - Scavs do not have external ears, but they have ear holes under where their masks end.

Also realistically slugcats and scavengers could not have a hybrid baby, but I was asked by Kip what I thought it would be like and what I came out with is, basically, a fuzzier slug with ears farther to the sides, more upper body & arm strength, stubbier tail, and probably less pipe mobility but the ability to jump from pole to pole (yippee!!)

[izzypancakewips]

Update! Section (1/3) is complete!

I really wanted to focus on artificer’s relationship with her slug pups.. what their life was like leading up to their unfortunate end.

[hannie-dul-set]

would you ever consider making a drabble just touching on the dynamics of jaemin and reader from can't handle this bcs if possible i would literally die for that 😫😫

you do dickhead jaemin fics too good like it's so odd at first but the development is adorable ☺️

anyways idk i know it's probably too much of a hassle but i just wanted to suggest it anyways since i've been such a fan of dickhead!jaemin stories from you lately 😭 (weird ass thing to say but ok)

anyways love ur works and love u hope you're happy and healthy 🩷🩷🩷

guess what, anon!!! ur in luck!!!

[things-from-strings]

i've been waiting months for the right jacket for this theme & finally struck gold at a thrift store 🙌

[kagiura-akira]

For as long as they can remember, Hirano and Kagiura have been by each other’s side. From growing up in the same duplex to attending the same schools throughout their childhood, they’ve been best friends through it all. They’ve even been in the same class since 2nd grade. That was until their 3rd year of high school, when they were separated into different classes for the first time in 10 years. Circumstances and an overwhelming one-sided heartache threaten to tear them apart, but even after the coldest winter, spring will come, and flowers will bloom again.

I wasn't kidding when I said a kagihira childhood friends AU based on My Ultramarine Sky was plaguing me

[nebquerna]

Akull revamped! She's an old RP character im messing with while Shego revamp their own old RP oc lmao

[yellowwallsbluesky]

scavengers reign wip

just messing around for now

[pink-green-guts]

Thought I'd share a wip

[excessive-moisture]

nice

[krii-bolts]

Little Scene practice that I do not wish to add more onto

Mar and the Gang exploring some Regions as a Vulture flies over head..