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gudaho · 9 months

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small blurb of Oberon noticing the Master of Chaldea has a soft spot for Blanca. spoilers for lb6

From his experience in Fae Britain and knowledge of original human history upon his summoning- Oberon was under the impression that humans were adverse to insects. Another reason to hate them, that even as large untouchable beasts they gleefully seek to crush and eradicate the small. Insects, which labored silently and without thanks to spread pollen, fertilize soil, and clear away debris. They were the backbone of the world, the tender creatures who asked for nothing in return for their imperative work. At best they were overlooked, at worst they were tortured under the guise of amusement.

He anticipated that the Master of Chaldea would be neutral towards insects, having greater concerns on their mind and being familiar with more gruesome twitchy sights than a mere moth. The Master of Chaldea surprised him. Their immediate excitement upon seeing Blanca was known through an airy gasp of wonder. Still, Oberon had reservations, glancing at the Master expecting disgust only to find them quivering like a happy puppy.

"I will have Blanca scout for us-"

"Blanca? Her name is Blanca?" the Master of Chaldea cooed under their breath, tentatively reaching out a finger for Blanca to inspect.

"Ah- yes. She's been my companion here." Oberon speaks with an unexpectedly soft tone, watching at Blanca dutifully inspects the Master's outreached finger before crawling onto their hand. The Master lets out a squeal, obviously trying to contain their joy so as not to spooky the fluffy moth.

"You like moths?" Artoria asks while looking over the Master's shoulder at Blanca. She sees neutral, not intent on handling the delicate creature nor holding any hostility. As a native to Fae Britain, Artoria was taught etiquette regarding familiars- her impartial temperament a result of respect rather than disgust.

"Oh yes, absolutely. I love them. And look at her, she's so fluffy and big." The Master cups their hands to provide more space as Blanca settles in their palms. "I'm partial to moths in particular, they're just absolutely lovely."

Oberon and Artoria both sharply inhale looking at the Master of Chaldea's expression. Granted they had known each other for precious little time, but this is the first either of them had seen the human so vulnerable. In Artoria it stirred an unfamiliar sense of protectiveness, not that she was under a great deal of pressure and anxiety to ensure this human lived- but that she was capable of ensuring their safety.

For Oberon though, seeing the Master so delicate and attentive felt like a ball of lead in his stomach. He was reminded of the gap between them, that the Master of Chaldea was real- realer than anyone in Fae Britain, and that he was a barely-present character in a play. It felt impossible to be connected to them but deep inside he felt a desire stir. To be gently cradled in their hands like Blanca, to be cooed at and described as 'absolutely lovely' with such sincerity. The impulse of a story to be read and loved to the point that it is ingrained in it's audience. The mark of his existence on their soul, an irreplaceable influence.

"Wa-ah~ she's so perfect." The Master of Chaldea has bent their face to level with Blanca, who gently inspected the Masters face.

"Hehe, if you close your eyes she might give you a kiss." Oberon is snapped out of his stupor, casting aside his romantic daydreams. This was merely a joke, he hadn't expected the Master to actually close their eyes.

Blanca's antenna caress over their lashes, drawing a giggle from the Master. Artoria is fully leaning on the Master's shoulder, watching with a serene smile. While Blanca's delicate scales mingle with the Master's lashes, Artoria's hair intertwines with theirs. It is a strange picture of intimacy and gentleness, like it-

"This should be in a fairytale book." Tristan hums contentedly. Oberon's smile stretches instead of acknowledging that he had been thinking the same thing.

He claps, startling the cuddling pair and summoning Blanca to rest ontop of his head.

"You are quite the relaxed lot, aren't you? Well save your merriment to be paired with alcohol, we have a ways to travel."

The group lets out a chorus of agreement. They set off and Blanca takes to the skies. The Master of Chaldea watches her flutter off.

"Thank you, Blanca. Fly safe."

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He would not be burdened with guilt, remorse, regret, or sentiment. Reflecting on what those days were like in the beginning only brings him further rage and hatred. Oberon hates the Master of Chaldea, a seething rage that makes him want to peel their skin off and snap their bones.

Annoyingly no matter how great his hatred is, there was a sentimental emotion that refused to burn away. The Master of Chaldea who offered gratitude and good-will to all they met- even the smallest little moth. How annoyingly virtuous of them, how unhatable of a characteristic that it becomes a despised aspect. He cannot loathe them entirely, not when he remembers the look of unbridled happiness that the Master wore when they first saw Blanca.

#not proof read because fuck you #fgo #oberon #blanca #lb6 #lb6 spoilers

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fujoreads · 3 months

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The Summer Hikaru Died Vol. 1 + 2 // Review & Thoughts

I just finished reading volume 2 and realized I did not talk about vol. 1 at all, so let's talk!

The Summer Hikaru Died (story & art by mokomokuren) is a cosmic horror story with a queer-coded complicated relationship, set in rural Japan. Got your interest? Well, you’re in for a ride!

CW: Death; Body & Cosmic Horror; Gay Panic & Homophobia

I honestly don’t remember how I got to know about this… I think someone talked about it in a podcast episode? I remember the concept being very interesting: your friend is gone for a week and when he comes back, it turns out he’s some sort of creature that only our protagonist is aware of.

I read both volumes with a huge time gap—almost an entire year, I think?—and every time I finished one, I was just too stunned to read much of any other thing that day. It’s immersive, it’s creepy, and it has that gay panic vibe only these types of works can give. I love me some fluffy and dramatic romance, but the angsty, scary and out there stuff is what conquers me.

I’ll admit: I thought this was going to be just another BL I’d forget soon enough, so the horror aspect caught me off guard… and I absolutely loved it! It’s intense without being always present. I wouldn’t say it’s psychological horror as the horror is present, but it does not rely on cheap jumpscares. Instead, it builds its tense atmosphere, and the use of cicadas for that is amazing. I remember getting the same anxiety-inducing feeling when reading Higurashi: When They Cry (the visual novel), like the heat is getting to you.

I’m not a huge horror fan. Not that I don’t like it—I love it—but I just can’t find stuff that suits my specific tastes. This one does, and I can’t get enough of it. I love mystery and horror but I hate the kind of horror that relies on visuals to scare the reader. This one managed to have a healthy balance and it serves as the exception.

It has Hikaru’s face. It has Hikaru’s voice. It even has Hikaru’s memories. But whatever came down from the mountains six months ago isn’t Yoshiki’s best friend. Whatever it is, it’s dangerous. Carrying on at school and hanging out as if nothing has changed—as if Hikaru isn’t gone—would be crazy...but when it looks so very like Hikaru...and acts so very like Hikaru…

This story is fantastic. It’s fast-paced, and yet you feel stuck in time, glued to your seat. I sometimes even forgot the background cicada noises I’d play while reading.

This is mysterious, but don’t expect your typical mystery read. This is a slice of life existencial thriller, dealing with bizarre creatures and worst of all—your own feelings.

Mokumokuren’s art is just superb. It’s so unique that if I wasn’t already drawn by the synopsis, I would have read it for the art alone. Not only is the artstyle pleasing to look at, but the way they draw perspectives and play with the shading does wonders to the horror elements.

Also, I have to shoutout to Abigail Blackman (the letterer) and Yen Press! The way the sound effects were inserts in the panels made a world of difference, especially when it comes to the cicada sounds.

The story follows mainly Yoshiki and Hikaru, two best friends in a rural Japanese village. Yoshiki is more of a gloomy kid, while Hikaru (just like his name, “light”) is the sunny, dumb kind. This all changes after the events the synopsis presents, showing Hikaru as more feeling, and even more childish.

These two are so interesting to follow: a co-dependent pair that doesn’t want to admit it and the way this shows through a literal monster is just delicious.

The way Yoshiki feels repulsed towards his friend and his own feelings, while feeling seduced to accept something that might not be so good to him—and yet, it feels right. He misses his friend and feels conflicting feelings towards this new creature inhabiting Hikaru’s body. Is it alright to accept this as Hikaru, or will it never be the same? Are is feelings true when directed to someone who isn’t there anymore?

The way Hikaru tries to come to terms with the meaning for his feelings and what is “Hikaru” and the being’s own identity. His strong feelings of loneliness and feeling overly attached to Yoshiki is something I could definitely relate to.

While there’s nothing explicitely better about queer media, something I’ve noticed is how more subtle and metaphorical dynamics and relationships can be, either because of direct societal prejudice or because of how queer people grow to hide their feelings, in fear of rejection and humiliation. Of course, the latter can also happen with hetero couples, but the feelings of rejection that can lead to co-dependence and loneliness are just that much stronger within the queer sphere, especially amongst gay men—and it’s visceral, to the point of fitting right into the horror realm.

Dealing with the unknown can be scary, and the way mokumokuren portrays this relationship and mixes it with the cosmic horror elements is masterfully done. It feels gross but erotic—like a guilty pleasure you find as a teenager—without ever being pornographic in nature. Hell, there’s not even a kiss or explicit thoughts, it’s all a play of “will they, won’t they” for the readers to munch over. While this is a fast-paced series, it’s also a slow burn when it comes to their relationship.

The writing iself isn’t anything too grand, due to its format. You can’t expect too much of a focus on writing in a visual medium.

I’ll talk about this into more detail in the following paragraphs, but the way the writing mixes with the environment and horror elements is where it peaks. There’s occasional bolding and a play with the font sizes, making it more tense to follow along.

I’ve always loved stories set in rural Japan, but all I’ve read that checked my boxes were set before the 2000s—before smartphones and other modern technologies.

The Summer Hikaru Died is set in contemporaneity and even then, you sometimes forget it. There are occasional shows of a smartphone, and even a mention of the Nintendo Switch, but the rural setting makes it so that feels useless.

When reading Higurashi (which is set in the 80s), I always thought “man, this wouldn’t have happened if they had smartphones” but reading this now, I realize that was a futile thought. Sure, they could use the GPS tracker in moments of panic, or call a friend, but in the moment of fear and paranoia, that could only aggravate a situation. Mokumokuren takes full advantage of that: someone sneaking a glance at a message notification they weren’t supposed to see; being too scared to grab the phone…

The horror elements here were only intensified by the creative use of the format!

The concept for this story by itself isn’t anything unique: things inhabiting our loved ones’ bodies isn’t a new thing. However, the way this trope is used to explore other fears and themes is where it stands out.

The exploration of sexuality mixed with feelings of guilt for both parties; the “what if” scenarios in Yoshiki’s mind that could have saved Hikaru; and the overall way being queer plays into society, especially one such as the rural community in Japan.

It’s not uncommon for queer people to have lost a friend or two, be it to mental health or an STD, and the way homossexuality is sometimes compared to an “illness” by the townfolk, I can see the being inside Hikaru as a personification of his feelings and desires, and how Yoshiki struggles to accept them and his own love.

The series isn’t over, but I strongly recommend checking it out.

The third (and latest) volume comes out in April 16th, and I’m super excited! From the cover alone, it may focus more on the minor cast, such as the group of school friends.

In summary: this is a fast-paced (but slow burn when it comes to the main relationship) horror story, more within the cosmic horror sub-genre. It has BL elements and I personally find it to be the main topic, even if it’s not explicit. If you enjoy these, go for it!

Even if you’re not a fan of BL, I find it interesting and subtle enough most times so even people who aren’t into BL can enjoy it, as long as you enjoy slow-burn horror.

I’ll give all my starts and love to this one, as it’s one of my personal favorites! I’m looking forward to more from mokumokuren!

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Thank you for reading it all to the end! Hey, kind stranger! Would you be so kind and consider giving me a little tip? It can be as low as 3 bucks and it’d make a huuuuuge difference!! If you tip 10€ (or higher), you can dictate my next read and be credited (if you’d like) on that review! Have a nice day!!

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ryuichirou · 6 months

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I spent all of my replies writing time on that boob post yesterday, so I couldn’t write anything else lol so let’s catch up a little bit!

Anonymous asked:

it's okay to have small boobs, Ortho, because the thighs are the boobs of the legs and damn those thighs

(this is related to our previous reply)

Thank you for sharing your wisdom, Anon. You are so right. Ortho’s thighs are legendary lol be it the AI Ortho, the human Ortho or any other kind of Ortho…

hipsterteller asked:

I guess Floyd knock him out

(this is related to this art)

What can I say 😔 F in the chat for Idia

fate-muse-club-house asked:

I love how scruffy you draw Savannaclaw rook

My friend says he looks like a dog(in a cute way) his hair looks so fluffy

Ahh thank you so much!! <3 I’m glad you like it lol your friend is right, he is a fluffy creature in a serious need of a dog grooming appointment. Vil is going to take care of that…

Anonymous asked:

If your art was a food it would be a gourmet meal

I want to eat and savour it

This is so sweet, thanks a lot!! I wish I could make gourmet meals… I’m very happy my art gives you this type of vibe :”) <3

Anonymous asked:

So I had a dream last night that Ortho and Leona were having sex but instead of it being this sensual thing Ortho was using cat toys to tease Leona into acting like a cat while he was being railed

And yet again our Anons prove that they have the best dreams 😭 WHAT A COMBINATION, WHAT A SCENARIO.

Honestly? Ortho could. He already fooled Leona once, and with his infinite internet knowledge about handling cats and his curious and adventurous nature, he absolutely could. Leona would probably get the biggest “what am I doing with my life” moment of clarity afterwards lol

Anonymous asked:

I was looking through your blog and my friend was looking over my shoulder and called Ortho the shota robot and for some reason I found that extremely funny and started laughing

LOL Anon your friend is telling it as it is. This is a perfect way to describe him… 😭

Anonymous asked:

I keep thinking of Idia and incest content and I have to say that he is not just a consumer of incest content he is the biggest dealer of it

Oh no. He was found out. ORTHO, DELETE EVERYTHING---

In all seriousness, I would like to hear Idia’s take on incest content. It would be so juicy…

Anonymous asked:

Can you imagine how much Jamil would lecture Kalim if he walked in on him sex with Silver while he was asleep?

Kalim: But Jamiiiiiiil! Silver said it was okay!

Jamil: I don't care if he gave permission! Do you know how badly this could hurt your reputation if someone found out and spread it around out of context?

Kalim: Why should I care about other's opinions of my sex life with Silver?

Everyone cares, Kalim!! Can you imagine the taglines?! Of course everyone cares!.. Especially Jamil, apparently. So instead of telling Kalim to at least lock the door when he does stuff like this with Silver, I’m going to tease Jamil for being so jealous lol

Anonymous asked:

I apologise if anyone has asked this already, but do you guys ship "idekei"? Cater x Idia? Basically, Extrovert x introvert, lol.

Replied here, Anon! :)

Anonymous asked:

genuinely what do you think happens if idia's hair gets wet...

It’s magical fire, so who knows? According to Hercules, Idia would get bald; but we personally like to give his hair fire some water resistance. Of course it would still react to water, but not go away completely.

nopekido asked:

Mind giving us some Floyd x Riddle headcannons, especially some NSFW ones?

We actually have a couple of posts about them! It’s been a while since our last hc post about them (sfw and nsfw ones!), but I can’t come up with any new ones yet… So for now, I hope you enjoy these.

Just some headcanons (regular ones + Prison AU)

The one about FloRid meeting each others’ parents

The one about their first time

The one about Floyd going in heat

The one about Floyd eating Riddle out

The one about Floyd sharing Riddle with Jade

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dearestones · 8 months

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Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Lilia Vanrouge

@atlas-tbh-idk-what-to-do Request: Hellooooo! I hope your day's been good :D I'd like to request a romantic character match-up for Twisted wonderland! The gender of the character can be, any, idm at all :)

Here is a basic Description of myself:

Im a blue eyed blonde person that is Genderfluid, originally afab. I'm around 6ft tall and have an over all chubby build.

Hobbies: I like to read, occasionally draw and play games (genshin impact, CoD, apex legends)

Personality: Im overall kind and a bit shy, though a bit sensitive. Though I do tend to have a more chaotic and careless side to me once I open up to others. I'm very very loud, unintentionally.

Five good aspects about me:

Kind

Patient

Sympathetic

Understanding

Smart

Five bad aspects about me:

Insecure

Easily paranoid

Social Anxiety

Don't think when I talk

Very hard headed

Dreams: I hope to one day get a medical degree and become a foresnic scientist as I've always been interested in the human anatomy

Im sorry if this is a bit long, but thank you either way! Have a cute cow to improve your day :D

After going through the description provided, I believe that you best pair well with Lilia Vanrouge!

Lilia absolutely adores you! Even though you're way taller than him, he finds you so adorable and likes the fact that you're so chubby! It's the cuteness and the allure that comes with such a build that does him in.

And speaking of cuteness! If you’re ever chatting with him online or if you’re feeling particularly down, he’ll send you pictures of cute, fluffy animals! His personal favorites are baby bats, but if you’re lucky, he might even send pictures of little dragonlings and other mythical creatures from his travels! (He may send in an ultra scary creature that should never see the light of day, but that’s mostly to keep you on your toes and for his own amusement).

Furthermore, Lilia immediately respects your pronouns and likes to take you out shopping for clothes that best represent your style and how you're feeling on certain days. Feeling more masculine? He'll definitely recommend clothing that highlights certain aspects of your body like your shoulders and your muscles to match your preferences. Feminine? Don't worry, Lilia has also collected a centuries' worth of items that could accentuate your assets. If you're falling somewhere in between? Don't worry! Lilia likes mixing and matching his wardrobe; his aesthetics can range from poppy cuteness to vampire goth, so don't worry about it.

Oh my, a gamer? Lilia himself likes to play many games as well. Perhaps that's how you met. Maybe you were in an online lobby together or playing co-op in a game! If you do play together before knowing each other beforehand, be prepared for his teasing and bouts of helpful advice from time to time. Eventually, once you get used to his ability to appear out of nowhere, he'll come to love your chaotic and careless side. He loves it when you're shy and sensitive, but he finds himself intrigued when you become comfortable around him.

And what does it matter if you’re loud? Lilia loves it when the youth are rambunctious and noisy; it adds to the atmosphere and makes him feel young again. You make him feel young again and he is simply grateful for that.

Lilia is a force of nature that can be hard to contend with sometimes. Even though he's lived for centuries longer than most mortals and he's lived lifetimes of experiences, he values you for who you are. You may be insecure and easily paranoid, but he understands that you may need time to process your experiences and emotions. He may be older than you by a large margin, but he remembers what it was like to be young and hard headed and mouthy.

Negative traits should be acknowledged and embraced because they are opportunities that people use to grow and learn from. If you ever find yourself suffering from social anxiety or in a bad place mentally, he'll be there to ground you by holding your hand or diverting other people's attention away from you. He may be tinier than you, but he can and will make a fool of himself if that means you can be more comfortable!

As for the positive sides of yourself, Lilia adores all of them! He has lived through countless wars and battles and he's witnessed all sides of man: the good, the bad, and the utterly mundane and human. He finds that your kindness and patience coupled with sympathy and understanding complements his more extraverted and rambunctious personality. You provide a different perspective to his life and give him new meaning in how to proceed further into his journey.

Lilia is also keen on having his mettle challenged! Your intelligence is also a great boon to have in a relationship! Perhaps you can share what books you like to read and he’ll happily read alongside you and give his commentary. He may be a warrior at heart, but he is also a learned scholar. What do you think he’s been doing for centuries once the war with the humans was over? He’ll debate the themes and symbols present in the books that you like reading. Once or twice he’ll (accidentally on purpose) let slip that he might have met the author when they were still alive! (Is he lying? You’ll never know).

And you’re thinking about becoming a forensic scientist? How exciting! If you’d like, Lilia can help share his expertise when it comes to human anatomy (and beastman and merfolk and the fae). Unfortunately, he can’t quite say why he knows where certain organs are and how certain body parts react when penetrated or slashed open by a cleaver. However, his enthusiasm will match yours and he’ll dig through his hoard to find whatever materials like books or even medical equipment that he might have stored in his room somewhere.

All in all, a romantic relationship with Lilia means that you’ll be living a life with adventure. He can’t guarantee and entire lifetime with you, but he will treasure every moment, every experience, every dream that you share with each other. He’s your knight and he will lay down his life just for you at this very moment.

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thegreatfrogdungeons · 1 month

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Regional, mascot?

I forgot to post yesterday I was working on schoolwork and chaining in doodle world sowwy ;w;

I also slept for most of the day school killed me today so I'm only posting one line. However, it's a long one, so buckle up

The format of these older images is awful but to be honest I would still do it like this in the present day: it's the most information in one place as possible and is convenient when just generally sharing information. But when I'm TRYING TO DO A COOL THING AND GIVE THE MASCOT THEIR SPOTLIGHT- hhhhhh regardless, this is Sqishgo and Lorimato! Sqishgo is not based on any one particular species in particular, while Lorimato is based off of the Loricatosaur! (if only because it made the name work better lol).

Lorimato is pretty obviously based on the classic tomato pincushion, with the idea being that its pins get pushed further into its body and pop out of the other side as full spikes! It's honestly one of my favorite designs for how simple but effective it is.

Sqishgo, meanwhile, is based on both stressballs and literal marketable plushies. They are stupid and dumb and me and my friend that I do this with love them. Sqishgo has undergone literally ZERO design changes, not even in name: their very first sketch was made in five minutes and my friend called it absolutely perfect. The only thing you could get Sqishgo on changing around is it's evolutions, which is a doozy of a story.

Ok so to start, Sqishgo and Loricato originates from when me and my paleo-friend who i do this with were JUST starting to be friends and JUST started drawing digitally, let alone drawing fakemon, so communication and understanding of each other was shaky.

also i found a unique glimring while writing this and passively chaining for unique fluffi I hate it here

Ok, anywho, Sqishgo was original supposed to evolve from a normal type stegosaur into a large and armored grass/steel type stegosaur, to which my friend sent this concept that they had made and had been sitting in their gallery for years prior:

I know that I shouldn't be putting down people who are trying their best at making art, but I have known them for a few years now and I have been the only one drawing for their region idea, a lot of the time TO THIS DAY they don't have anything more to a concept other than "base creature" + "typing" + "name" and the actual design is all on me. With that said, I feel justified to say that there's a reason I keep saying "paleo-friend I do this with" instead of "paleo-friend I work with".

Even disregarding the very amateur art and acknowledging that I can have a bias to my own designs, I do not like this design concept: stegosaur with leaf plates works perfectly fine, plays off of their biology even, but there is SO LITTLE to this design that it's just infuriatingly boring to me, and my friend wanted it as-is with as little changes as possible. It's not anything more complicated than "just a normal stegosaur with leaf plates in armor", and its not stupidly simple enough to be endearingly hilarious, like flamigo or dudunsparce.

So as I was designing Sqishgo, I mentioned playing further off of the stressball idea and making it in a pincushion, and since I had expressed disapproval for the above design and my friend didn't put up much of a fight against the idea, I went with it and completed Lorimato's design as a replacement to the "armored stegosaur" evolution

As it turns out, my friend thought that Lorimato WAS Sqishgo, and was VERY against Lorimato replacing the armored stego. This resulted in a large argument that, to be honest hasn't fully resolved itself when talking about designing the fakemon for this region.

I didn't want a big fight and I still wanted to be friends with them, so

I did both

This is Ramparmatus, which takes the steel typing from Lorimato and gives it grass as well. Playing off of this type-borrowing, it's evolutionary method is just a more complicated method of evolving Lorimato. Don't worry, if this ever becomes an actual game we'll put in an npc who will gives hints as to how to evolve Sqishgo.

My thoughts about thisssssss are the same as the original concept image. The beetlejuice-scary-face head is doing a LOT of footwork keeping this from being my least favorite design in the dex by a mile (instead it's just my least favorite design by a couple hundred yards). Hopefully, this caters to an audience who jut wants a big cool-looking tank, god knows I'm not in it.

Also I recognize I gave its horizontally swinging tail a vertical axehead these are old and I haven't updated them I'm sorry be nice to meeeeeeeee

Luckily, this doesn't have to end on a sour note

This is Barribarbs! A grass/poison kentrosaurus, it's the hardest one to get out of any of Sqishgo's evolutions, and as such borrows the grass type from Ramparmatus. This guy was originally supposed to be one of Sqishgo's 2 evolutions with Ramparmatus before the miscommunication occurred and Lorimato got added on. They are also more loyal to their marketable plushie origins: they're based on images of long abandoned plushies becoming overrun and interwoven with plant-life, most notably the infamous "Murby".

The general concept for this design is a kentrosaur with an evergrowing, spiky bramble tail that it wraps around its body to become a living bramble patch, and I frankly love this guy so much for it. The pokedex entry is also one of my personal favorites, just for the implication that every shiny Barribarbs is a serial murderer who will kill again.

While I don't like Ramparmatus, I don't think that after all of this I would get rid of it: it represents my friend, who despite me bitching and moaning about them in this project, I only dislike in this project. They are still my friend outside of it, and I love them all the same in that regard.

Also because Ramparmatus is so self-indulgent of a design for my friend I get to make my own self-indulgent designs which you all will see later >:3

Sorry for the venting and long post lol. Also I'm going to start tagging these posts with "gändvita region" now so I can more easily organize yippie :3

#digital art #fakemon #fakemon region #drawing #pokemon #gändvita region #long post #personal vent #sorry #doodle world mentioned!!!!!

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tazzy-zooming · 1 year

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Could you do the ask meme for runner 5! no.21 - Turning points in their life :0

Eee thank you for asking!!!

So the first major one for my Five would be when she was a pre-teen and taken by CPS from her parents for child abuse reasons. A good turning point because it was a chance for a better home life but also a lot of upheaval and stress and new people asking her a lot of questions that was very overwhelming for her. This led to another turning point a year or so later when she ran away from her foster family to go back to the town where she grew up.

(Side note: my fiancee and I merged my Five’s backstory with a novel she’s written so our characters could be friends growing up, which is where some of what happens next comes from). So when she went back to her hometown (a very small, rural town in Florida) she was kind of adopted by the town as a whole and live on/worked on the local alligator farm. That was another big turning point for her (and now in Abel she deeply misses her alligator friends but knows they wouldn’t like the cold climate).

The next big turning point is the premise of fiancee’s novel and it’s when her town gets slated for a floodwater redirection project, which means everyone in the town would need to relocate. This leads to her joining in with her friends to release over 600 snakes into the town (it makes kind of sense in context) to draw attention to the problem. Unfortunately the plan (which does involve more than snakes, but the snakes are the stars) does not work, the town is destroyed, and she has to leave her found family and go back into the foster care system.

Next (happy yay!) turning point: she gets adopted by a good family at around 15. That’s when she started to really enjoy running as she’d run with her adoptive mom (she ran a lot before this, but not running for its own sake, more running to help exercise the alligators).

Then I think the next big turning point would be Z-Day and eventually getting to Mullins (which was another stressful experience of a lot of changes and a lot of strangers) and then going to Abel, which was terrifying at first but eventually one of the best things to ever happen to her.

A silly turning point post-Z-Day is the first time she saw a sheep. Before then, she swore there was no animal she could be scared of. She lived on an alligator farm, she and her friends attempted to make a scorpion-mailing business when they were kids and she was Chief Scorpion Catcher, she got a dog after being adopted and loved it, she was okay with every other creature she’d encountered.

Then she met sheep.

And she was terrified.

She was not used to the strange, fluffy creatures and to this day is absolutely overwhelmed with terror when she encounters sheep.

Here is her and the sheep (sheep like her, she fears them):

#zombies run #zr #runner five

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👀👀👀👀 Hi hi hi hello!!!!

HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO!!!!! readmore bc one of the images is kind of gory

im posting bitb trailer stills at you guys again bc im not used to a podcast f/o having more than one official visual. someone compared rolan's expression here to the megamind no bitches face and ill admit that person is right but ouhhhh he still looks so handsome here...he's the reason i even checked out this show and can you blame me

pay no attention to the melted guy partially in the frame it's fine. anyway even when i was still holding out on my crush on him i would blush at this spot in the trailer. i dont know what it is about cute guys looking scared or distressed that makes me heart-eyed. i think i might be some kind of creature. his hair looks so fluffy here i want to run my hand through it

idk what it is abt cryingwyvern's art but boy howdy can they (if im wrong lmk i cant find their pronouns listed anywhere) draw the absolute HELL out of a very wide toothy grin. kian wears it the best of course <3 also i love how he's doing rocker hands on the steering wheel while, at the point in the show this image depicts, he is driving a cherry red delorean (with a vanity plate the real cali dmv would have immediately denied) way way way too fast. what a guy.

also just my favorite shot from the first episode's youtube upload. i unfortunately still think rolan and rand's A Bit Spooped expressions are cute (the full bout of madness ones are just distressing in a "noooo someone help them :(" way) and also i go ape shitt over kian playing his guitar. my three boyfriends and yes they're doomed by the narrative in their own separate unique ways <3

#thanks for the ask!!#smoking cw #r: alien #r: quiet #r: if

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What mythical creature would they be represented by?

What real life animal would they be represented by (or Eorzean animals)?

Also for characters I mention here you didn’t reply the colors too.

Any ocs but can we have Marty and Tsimh and bard boys also a challenge, Steph just because I’m curious but please talk about others too I need to meet them. (I swear I’m not playing favorite ocs I love them all) Also Darcy too. Need to know them more.

And too prove I read your posts and make you think, Papawazu!

Also I know nothing about him but Garland, I google later then buy the game.

Also you have a hrothgar? Oh! Never went there. Is it cool? I hope they gave hrothgals and no difference in shape.

Going to make your brain think now.

AMINALS

Thematic OC Questions (still accepting!)

Martiallais: Okay, so for mythical creatures, I feel like he's probably something like a centaur - strong, mobile, able to scoop up Tsimh onto his back and ride off to safety. As a more ordinary animal, I feel like he's likely some kind of bird. A hunting hawk, maybe - intelligent, well-trained, and loyal to those who continue to deserve that loyalty. I don't necessarily have a color theme for him yet - he keeps winding up in dark blues, but that's mostly just the luck of the draw with leveling gear, rather than a deliberate choice. I do think he favors dark colors in clothing, though - easier to remain looking clean while living rough with the poachers, that way.

Tsimh: Fairy. Something small but not to be fucked with. As an ordinary animal, probably like... some kind of small but cute rodent - a mouse, maybe, or a hamster? Something small, but with a fierce bite if you mess with it too much. Her colors are dusky pinks and blue-greys: muted colors, often with white accents.

Stephanivien: Do Dwarves count? Not like the First's Dwarves, obviously, but your traditional blacksmithing dwarves. That's my pick for Steph, though I don't think "traditional" ever suits him, particularly (and it's funny to think of an elezen as a dwarf). In terms of normal animals, god, I have no idea. I want him to be a workshop cat - a big fluffy thing you can pick up and hug between projects. His color, of course, is Deepwood Green.

Darcy: Phoenix, definitely - they are a fire mage, first and foremost, but more importantly they were content to burn away their past life and start again as an apostate (in Dragon Age, this is Big Illegal for mages). In FFXIV, they're a half-Garlean conscript who sees their chance to escape and bolts, straight into Eorzea, never looking back. Either way, the theme of destroying one life to rise again is pretty strong in their life. As a normal animal, absolutely some manner of hellishly clever corvid, too smart for their own good and constantly needing to be rescued by humans.

Papawazu: YESSS MY FAVORITE CAPITALIST Leprechaun. :| No, not because he's a lalafell, but because he makes deals with you, playing by his own rules - rules he's content to modify ("security surcharge. Everybody does it.") as he sees fit. He's a rat. But like, someone's pampered pet rat, sleek and soft and shiny, smart but doesn't have to work hard. Cute but will bite you just to remind you it's got teeth. I love him??? I love him.

Garland: Oh man okay uhhhh. It's hard to say much about Garland without horrendously spoiling FFIX, but I'll do my best. I'll say he's like... a lich, controlling the dead. In his case, it's a dead world, but it counts; he's manipulating souls for his own ends, and whether those ends are justified are up to interpretation. In terms of real-world animals, a tortoise - ancient and armored, content to remain in his shell while others do his bidding. His color, naturally, is the red heart of Terra.

I do have a Hrothgar! And my god, same; ideally what I'd want is for Tajna to look exactly the same way she does now, with she/her pronouns. But I'm not sure I trust SE not to give us... tiny catgirls, but furrier. :c

#long post #thank you!! my goodness i had to think about the mythical creatures

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i am sending in hypno and jinxy boy :D

yay!!! :D hypno my beloved <3 and ohoho i am excited for jinx as well <3 ok so cool thing i don't have my tablet right now so i will do little mspaint doodles with my touchpad. i apologize </3

so my initial idea for this was that i'd assign each character a class, breed, and alignment, and then i'd talk a bit about misc. things. however. i am very biased when it comes to the classes and breeds in biomutant and i don't want to just assign everyone the same.

so instead i'm gonna just do quick doodles and talk a little bit about how i think the characters would fit into the world <3

HYPNO:

[Image Description: An MSPaint drawing of Bat's OC Hypno as a furry creature with red fur, a short muzzle, and large ears pinned slightly back. It has a mask marking across its face, a lighter muzzle, and dot eyebrows. Hypno has a slight smile on his face, his head tilted slightly. End ID.]

Did I mainly just want to draw a little creatcher Hypno? Yeah <3 Anyway, I think a Biomutant Hypno would very much be down for chaos, very much not a member of any of the established factions and instead doing its own thing. I imagine it would have psi-powers, but it may not have the best grasp on any of them unfortunately. (Not to say that he wouldn't be able to use them, just that he doesn't know how to use them super safely yet.)

My other main thought is that Hypno would naturally have almost 100% immunity to Heat biomes (i.e. extreme heat has little to no effect on him), and he takes advantage of this to explore areas that other creatures can't easily access and find cool trinkets and resources.

Hypno also definitely has the FUNKIEST outfit it can manage. Like, Hypno finds old human scraps and incorporates them into its outfit and in general just... the vibes. I love the vibes here.

JINX:

I will admit I'm a bit less familiar with Jinx so I took a look through your Jinx tag, and this doodle isn't colored b/c I wasn't quite sure what colors to use asdfjkl; However. I did see the one outfit you posted for him that had a fun hat. So I gave him a fun hat. Love a goth cowboy <3

[Image Description: A black and white MSPaint doodle of Bat's OC Jinx as a furry creature. He has large, pointed ears pointing upright, a long muzzle, and fluffy cheeks. Jinx is also wearing a cowboy hat with holes specially designed for his ears to poke through, and he has a smirk on his face. End ID.]

In terms of how I think Jinx would fit into Biomutant! Saying right now, I adore Jinx as a character and think he'd be a VERY fun addition to this 'verse. I'm gonna keep Jinx's immortality and take advantage of the tenuous timeline in Biomutant and say that Jinx may have been alive since the original apocalypse that ended humanity and brought forth the creatures. He doesn't necessarily advertise this fact, but he's seen some shit and has been there since before the rise of the different factions.

I think Jinx, for the most part, would try to avoid the factions and their constant warring bullshit, but I do think he would be very interested in preserving the Tree of Life. I remember you mentioned Jinx being pagan and having a specific focus on gods relating to the earth (sorry if I'm misremembering there!), and I think that would translate very well into him being a steward for the Tree. However, I also think it'd be interesting to translate that aspect over by having Jinx follow gods long forgotten by the denizens of the valley.

Point is, I think Jinx would want to preserve the Tree rather than letting it die, and he would do whatever he could to stop the Worldeaters.

As a last note, aesthetically, Jinx absolutely can keep the goth cowboy thing. Just very aesthetic and good vibes all around.

#talk to the bunnykitty #bat time all the time #oc ask game #multi's artwork #i had a blast with this ASDFJKL;#biomutant is such an unhinged game but i love trying to fit characters into that universe #ty for trusting me with your blorbos <3 hope you like the fursonas i gave them

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Research reveals all the things people don't understand about cats

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Research reveals all the things people don't understand about cats

What don’t you understand about your cat? (Picture: SWNS)

Cat owners are admitting that they are baffled by their pet’s behaviour.

A poll of 2,000 cat owners has revealed 47% ‘don’t get’ their furry friend, while 87% feel stumped by their quirky behaviours.

However, it’s the power of a cat being able to differentiate the opening of a treat packet over a salad bag that confuses people the most.

Cats also like to get their claws into everything they see – but their persistent clawing of furniture, instead of scratching posts and random outbreaks of five-minute ‘zoomies’, also features on the top 30 list of weirdest cat traits.

Despite their strange ways, 65% wouldn’t change anything about their fluffy friend and 53% find most things they do hilarious.

The research was carried out by Wisdom Panel in an effort to bring us closer to the felines in our lives.

Partnering with The Scratching Post rescue charity, during a time when abandonment cases are at an all-time high, the DNA testing company has launched the world’s first catwalk for cats as fashion week draws to a close.

It showcases their diversity and beauty while trying to encourage cat adoption.

Susan Delaney, founder of The Scratching Post, says: ‘The past few months have been incredibly challenging for rescue charities.

‘Shelters have always struggled with abandonment, however the cost-of-living crisis has definitely contributed to more people having to part ways with their pets.

‘Adoptions have also been impacting, reducing by 40% since pre pandemic levels, which unfortunately is causing rehoming centres to hit crisis point.

‘It was fun to showcase the personalities of our cats that are available for adoption, whilst also celebrating global fashion weeks.’

They are weird and wonderful creatures (Picture: Getty Images)

Other bizarre cat behaviours that we are intrigued by include moggies being obsessed with empty boxes and lying down on clothes you’ve put on the bed.

Meanwhile, the mystery of going from cuddling to ‘attack mode’ without warning is also on the list.

The average cat owner will have four felines in their lifetime – with 39% admitting their current one is their ‘best friend’.

Unsurprisingly, 56% admit they find it hard to resist treating their own cat. However, there is some distrust among owners with 36% suspecting their pet goes from house to house eating food from other people.

More than half (55%) believe each cat has many different personalities, with 52% wishing they could communicate with their kitty through language.

And according to the OnePoll study, almost half (48%) go as far as ‘meowing’ back as a way of communicating with their feline friend.

Georgina Richardson, head of Wisdom Panel UK, explains: ‘Each feline catwalk model was tested with our new DNA kits – screening for 70+ breeds and populations, 45+ genetic health conditions, blood type and 25+ physical trait tests.

‘We were thrilled to have ITV This Morning’s vet Dr Scott Miller present the results at the event, uncovering the unique traits and genetic makeup of each rescue cat.

‘We really want to encourage potential cat-owners to consider adoption and to do it properly by DNA testing them first in order to truly understand them.’

More: Animals

The top 30 things cats do that baffle their owners:

How they can tell the difference between the treat packet opening and something that’s of no interest to them like a bag of salad.

Why they ignore their scratching posts and go for the furniture instead.

Why they get ‘zoomies’ at random times and seem to go absolutely mad for five minutes.

Why they meow at you when you’re eating, seemingly asking for some of your food, and when you give it to them, they just ignore it.

Why they constantly seem to try and get in places you don’t want them to, like cupboards or under the bed.

How they get comfortable sitting in really uncomfy looking places.

Where they go when they’re out of the house.

Why they always seem to lie down on clothes you’ve laid out to wear.

Their obsession with empty boxes.

Why they suddenly go from purring and cuddling to ‘attack mode’.

Why they’ll eat one brand of food and not another.

Why they seem to lie on their back and ask for a tickle, then attack the tickler.

What they get out of staring aimlessly out of the window for hours.

Why they choose 3am as the optimum time to sprint around the house at top speed.

Why they insist on bringing in dead animals.

Why they stare at you for long periods of time.

Why they try to fit themselves into a box of any size.

Why they seem to adore certain houseguests and hate others.

How they can nap in such weird places.

Why they seem to get on with some cats, and not others.

Why they always knock things off the side.

Why they rub their head against you when you’re working.

How they can squeeze themselves through the tiniest gaps.

The weird noises they make if they end up in a cat fight.

Why they drag treats like chicken bones off to eat them in private.

Why they run away at the sight of a person.

Why they need such ridiculously sharp claws.

Why they attack your feet for no reason.

Why they play with hair bands etc. and ignore their actual toys.

Why they can’t resist string.

Do you have a story to share?

Get in touch by emailing [email protected].

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a demon’s promise | (18+)

summary: You didn't want to spend your Friday night trying to summon the king of all demons in your tiny apartment, but here you are with your best friend by your side reciting an incantation from a strange book. To your utter relief, the spell doesn't work or so you seem to think.

pairing: sukuna ryomen x f!reader

words: 4.2k

warnings: explicit sexual content, slight dubcon, smut, explicit language, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, pet names, not a particularly happy ending

notes: read on ao3 here! first sukuna piece and i don’t have much to say except aahhhhh!! i initially planned it to be more of a cute, fluffy story but obviously that didn’t happen oops. well anyways thanks for reading!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask hesitantly, watching your best friend finish drawing a pentagram on your living room floor. Kimi dusts the chalk off her fingers, admiring her work with a satisfied smile.

“Oh, come on,” she says, a little exasperated at you. “Don’t bail on me now. Aren’t you the tiniest bit excited?”

“About summoning a demon from a weird book you found in the back of a sketchy thrift shop? Yea, I’m absolutely thrilled,” you deadpan.

It was about a week ago when Kimi surprised you with her new find. The book was bound in torn leather and filled with handwritten notes about how to conjure the supernatural on ink stained, wrinkled pages. It certainly looked old, but you couldn’t help but think it was a scam. Some kid might have decided to replicate the look and feel of an ancient book, filling it with absolute nonsense that your best friend was clearing falling for.

Unfortunately, once Kimi had gotten a hold of this book, she would not shut up about it. For the past week, you tried your best to feign interest in her new obsession as she flipped through pages, oohing and aahing at the sketches and descriptions of different types of demons. They ranged from little mischievous creatures to incubi and succubi and even a terrifying being that ate the souls of its prey.

For the most part, you think the book is absolutely absurd, but you can't ignore the tiny voice in your head that is just a little terrified about the potential existence of demons. Kimi had begged you nonstop to try one of the spells. You were hesitant and initially said no, but she kept begging you over and over again. Eventually you gave in because she was your best friend, and she was clearly excited about trying out the book with you. There is no harm in humoring her a little, right?

Kimi finishes lighting the five candles that surround the pentagram as you place a small bowl in the center.

“Alright!” Kimi says, clapping her hands. She looks at the open spell book next to her, double checking the instructions. “The only thing left is a drop of human blood.” Kimi looks at you expectantly.

You blink and point a finger at yourself. “Me?” you squeak. “But isn’t this your idea?”

“But you know how squeamish I get about pain and blood! Pretty pretty pleaassee,” your best friend begs.

You sigh. “Alright, alright. You owe me big time for this. Hand me the knife.” Kimi happily gives you the small knife that you had grabbed earlier from the kitchen. Scrunching your face, you make a tiny little cut on your index finger and squeeze one drop of blood into the bowl. You suck on your finger, hoping it would scab over quickly. “Ok, now what?”

Kimi turns the page. “Now we just have to say this incantation together. Come here.” You scoot over to sit next to your friend as she holds the book between the two of you. Together, you both recite the words scribbled down on the crumbled page.

You wait.

And wait.

And nothing happens.

“Umm,” you break the awkward silence. “Nothing happened.”

“No, this can’t be right.” Kimi groans and starts aggressively flipping through the pages. “We followed the instructions exactly. It should have worked!”

Part of you feels relieved. You weren’t particularly thrilled about inviting the supernatural into your tiny apartment on a Friday night. Now you’re more convinced that the book really is a fake.

“What were we supposed to summon anyway?” you ask, a little curious.

Kimi frowns, still re-reading the instructions. “A creature named Sukuna Ryomen. Apparently he’s the king of all demons.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “What the fuck, Kimi? The king? You chose to summon the king of all demons? What were you thinking? I thought we were going to summon those harmless creatures that steal people’s left socks or something like that!”

Kimi huffs. “Well, I did ask you what we should summon, but you said you didn’t care and that I should pick something. So I did!”

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm. “You’re right, you’re right. My bad. I’m sorry.” You could tell that Kimi is already quite upset that the spell didn’t work, and you were just adding fuel to the fire. “Hey! It’s ok. Let’s just take the rest of the night off. I’ll clean everything up, don’t worry about it. And listen, maybe we can try a different spell next week. Perhaps there’s not enough spiritual energy in this room or something to summon the big guy.”

Kimi perks up a little at your words. “We can try again next week? Really?”

You nod. “Promise. Take the book back to your place and choose something a little bit more tame, ok?”

Kimi giggles. “Ok, I promise too!” She grabs the book and carefully places it in her bag before getting up and heading towards the door. You follow her and give her a quick hug.

“Talk to you tomorrow,” you say.

“Yep! Good night!”

Once Kimi leaves your apartment, you let out a deep breath. You survey the mess on your living room floor with a frown. You truly love your best friend to death, but she’s just a little too adventurous for your tastes sometimes.

A sudden wave of lethargy washes over you, causing you to lean against your kitchen counter for support. You rub your eyes, struggling to keep them open as your eyelids start to feel unusually heavy.

Weird.

It isn’t particularly late, so you are a bit surprised to feel so tired out of the blue. You figure the excitement of tonight’s activities likely got the best of you, so you decide to retire early for the night. Walking into the living room, you blow out all the candles around the pentagram before retreating into your bedroom. You will clean up everything tomorrow. No harm in letting it sit out for the night.

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You wake up with a start. The darkness of your bedroom greets you. Groaning, you grab your phone in order to check the time but it was dead. You silently curse at yourself for forgetting to charge it before passing out. You lean back in your bed with a sigh. Normally, you sleep through the night undisturbed. You briefly wonder what had woken you up.

Crash!

You instantly freeze and hold your breath. The noise came from the living room. It sounded like something had fallen. You try to calm your racing heart as you convince yourself that it was just one of your decorations falling off the wall. But you know you won’t be able to comfortably go back to sleep without checking, so you quietly slip out of bed and open your bedroom door. You peek into the living room, but you’re unable to make out anything clearly in the darkness.

You fully step out of your bedroom and hit the light switch for the living room. Squinting your eyes, you try to adjust to the sudden brightness. Once your vision finally clears, you gasp.

There’s someone in your living room.

The first thing you notice about the intruder is his tattoos. Intricate symbols mark his entire body, including his face.

The second thing you realize is that he’s completely naked.

You open your mouth to scream, but the intruder appears right in front of you within the blink of an eye and clamps his large hand over your mouth to shush you.

“Be quiet,” he growls deeply. “You can’t act so surprised. After all, you’re the one who called me here.”

You feel a chill crawl down your spine as your eyes widen in realization.

No. No. It can’t be.

Once the intruder is convinced you won’t start screaming, he removes his hand from your mouth. He stands back and takes in your appearance as you stand there numbly in your pajama shirt and shorts.

“A woman, huh.” He licks his lips. “I wasn’t expecting a woman to be the one to resurrect me, but I’m not complaining.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening!

You try to convince yourself that you’re still dead asleep in your bed and dreaming about this entire encounter. There is no way that damn book actually worked!

“Ryomen Sukuna,” you whisper to yourself, suddenly recalling the name of the demon you tried to summon with Kimi.

You don’t miss the way his eyes light up. “Oh! You’ve heard of me!” He grins. “You should feel honored to be in the presence of the Great King of Demons.”

You shudder at his voice. There’s a certain aura of power, strength, and pure evil that you can feel radiating from the demon, but his appearance is still rather surprising. For the Great King of Demons, he looks rather...human. You could have easily mistaken him as a normal man who just really liked tattoos. No tail. No wings. No horns. Perhaps your view of demons was a bit outdated.

“I have to admit. I’m a little disappointed,” Sukuna says with a small frown, surveying his own body. “It seems you didn’t summon me correctly. My power is nowhere near what it should be, and it took me forever to spawn into this measly physical form. I normally have four arms and two faces.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head. Did he say four arms? And two faces?

The demon taps a finger on his chin in thought. “I did start off as a human before becoming a demon, so I guess it makes sense I’m reborn looking like a human at first.”

You silently thank your friend for messing up the ritual. If Sukuna had spawned immediately at full power, the two of you would have both been in danger. At least it’s only you in harm’s way. Kimi is safe and sound, far away from your tiny apartment.

“It’s ok,” Sukuna purrs, approaching you. “It doesn’t matter that you messed up the ritual a little. You can help me fix it now, pet.”

You stumble backwards, heart racing and body quivering in fear. He reaches out to place his hands on your shoulders, steadying you before pushing you against the wall. You instantly freeze, breath caught in your throat as you wonder what he’ll ask of you.

Sukuna lightly strokes your cheek with one hand. You want to recoil in fear and disgust, but your body remains frozen in horror.

“You haven’t noticed?” he asks. “It was your blood used in the summoning ritual. That means we are bonded.”

No. No.

Sukuna places two fingers underneath your chin and lifts them up so you look directly up into his eyes. You tremble uncontrollably as you meet his dark gaze.

“The way I regain my strength is by sucking the energy out of you. You might have noticed that you felt tired and sluggish after the ritual. That’s because the it took a lot of energy from you to give me a physical form. Don’t worry though, it’s not enough to kill you. But you are pretty weak, so it might take me awhile to regain my full strength.”

You gulp. The Great King of Demons at full strength? You know you have to prevent this from happening somehow, but your phone is dead, the book is gone, and Sukuna is not likely to let you leave his sight long enough for you to figure out a plan. Was it even possible to fight back against him? Maybe your best bet was to comply with his demands and hope he spares you.

“But there is a way to speed up the process.” He looks down at your body hungrily before leaning his head towards you until his lips hover over your left ear. “Sex,” he whispers huskily.

You stiffen slightly and try to ignore the spark that travels down your body and lights up your core.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you stammer nervously.

“I feed off your body’s energy, and everyone knows that there’s nothing more powerful than sexual energy. Sex gets your heart racing and blood pumping. It’s the perfect energy source for my complete resurrection.” Sukuna moves away from your ear and grins at your stricken face. “You are the one who summoned me here. It would be rude to not feed your guest and accommodate his needs.”

He places a thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it back and forth. You try not to react, but your body won’t listen to you. Sukuna’s presence is overwhelming. His bare chest is practically pressed against your body. His eyes are dark with lust as he gazes at your face. His thumb continues to rub your lips which leaves you flustered. Your mind feels hazy, and your body feels unusually warm. A small, sane part of you tries to fight back. A little voice in your head reminds that this is the king of all demons. How could you fall for the literal embodiment of pure evil?

“I know you’re turned on,” Sukuna says smugly. You look away feeling absolutely mortified, but the demon grabs your head and forces you to look back at him. “Ah ah. Keep your eyes on me. No need to get embarrassed. Like I said before, I was resurrected from your blood, so we share a connection. This means I can feel your blood pumping in your own body, and I can tell exactly where it’s headed.” Sukuna drops his gaze down your body to emphasize his point. He doesn’t miss how your thighs suddenly clench together.

With a dangerous flash in his eyes, Sukuna hoists you over his shoulder and throws you on your bed. Before you could even think about saying no, Sukuna is on top of you harshly nipping and sucking at your neck. One hand is already underneath your shirt, fondling one of your breasts and playing with your hard nipple. He sucks at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck which leaves you moaning shamelessly underneath him. Any doubts or reservations immediately leave your mind.

Your body feels like it’s on fire being this close to Sukuna. He chuckles darkly, leaving your neck and pulling out his hand from underneath your skirt. “That’s my good pet,” he purrs. “So eager just for me.” Sukuna kisses you roughly, leaving you gasping as you try to match his fervor. Eventually he leans back and admires how swollen your lips look after his harsh treatment. Your pupils are blown wide with lust. With Sukuna’s face hovering just above yours, you can’t help but admire his unique markings. Without realizing, you reach a hand out and start tracing the lines on his cheek. Sukuna stills for a moment, enjoying your tender touch.

The moment of gentleness shatters when Sukuna rips open your shirt with his bare hands. He immediately latches onto one of your breasts with his mouth and roughly gropes the other. You grip the back of his head, digging your fingers in his short hair. He bites down a little too sharply on your nipple, causing you to yelp in slight pain. Sukuna lightly chuckles at your reaction and finally pulls away, giving your now sore breasts a break. He suddenly flips your positions so that you are now hovering over him as his back hits the bed.

You stare at his chiseled chest and can’t resist rubbing your hands up and down his prominent muscles. Sukuna observes you with an amused look as you openly admire his body.

“You like what you see?” he smirks.

You ignore the question and begin peppering light kisses down his chest and over his abs. The demon hums, enjoying your soft touch all over his body. However, he eventually has enough of your teasing. He pushes your head down until you’re forced to look at something you’ve tried to avoid glancing at the entire night. Your heart flutters with a little nervousness as you’re greeted with Sukuna’s dick. It’s long and thick with just the slightest curve. You wonder how you’re going to be able to handle his impressive size.

Sukuna can sense your hesitation, so he decides to give you a little push. He grabs your hair roughly and brings your face closer to his throbbing dick. “Be a good girl and open wide.” With a shaky breath, you take the tip of Sukuna’s cock into your mouth. He’s so thick that you can barely fit him in your mouth. With the demon’s hand still on your head, he coaxes you take him in deeper and you oblige. Sukuna groans as your hot, wet mouth takes more and more of his length. You look so good with your lips wrapped around his cock.

You start to bob your head up and down to Sukuna’s delight, but he’s rather annoyed at your languid pace. “Too slow,” he growls and that’s the only warning you get before the demon jerks his hips up sharpy. You gag as his dick hits the back of your throat, but Sukuna's firm grasp on your head keeps you in place. He tightens his grip and then begins to roughly thrust into your mouth. You try to relax your throat and keep your composure even as tears start to fall from your eyes as the demon ruthlessly fucks your face.

“You feel so good,” Sukuna groans. “You were made to take my dick.” A particularly rough thrust leaves you gagging again and drooling all over his cock. “Fuck yea, just like that.”

Once the demon is satisfied, he releases his grip on your hair and you immediately pull back to catch your breath. You wipe the spit from your mouth and the tears from your eyes, panting heavily from the rough treatment. Sukuna silently admires the way your breasts look against your heaving chest.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he demands. You shakily get off the bed and shimmy out of your pajama shorts. As you roll down your underwear, Sukuna doesn’t miss how it’s already drenched with your arousal. As you climb back on the bed, Sukuna roughly places you underneath him once again. He spreads open your legs and presses a finger against your entrance to test your wetness.

“Damn,” Sukuna growls. “You’re this wet from choking on my cock.” You moan in relief as you finally feel some friction against your throbbing core. “A good little whore just for me.”

The demon strokes your folds at a leisurely pace which drives you insane. You unconsciously grind against his hand, silently begging him to pick up the tempo, but Sukuna just chuckles and continues to tease you. He barely brushes your swollen clit with each stroke, causing you to whine in frustration.

“Please,” you whimper.

Sukuna raises his eyebrows with a smirk. “Please what?” He suddenly stops his ministrations to your immediate displeasure.

You bite your lip feeling slightly embarrassed, but you decide to swallow whatever pride you have left. “T-touch me. I want to feel you. I n-need to feel you.”

“Only because you asked so sweetly,” Sukuna hums. He finally rubs his thumb over your throbbing clit, and you immediately cry out as pleasure wracks your body. The demon’s touch becomes faster and rougher, leaving you a writhing mess underneath him. Just as you’re about to hit your climax, Sukuna pulls away and you can’t stop the frustrated whine that leaves your mouth. He strokes his dick amused by your reaction and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Wouldn’t it feel better to cum around my cock? Come on. Tell me that’s what you want, pet.”

The fire between your legs only grows as you listen to his words. Desperate for any sort of release, you beg for Sukuna’s cock. “P-please fuck me. I need your dick so badly. Please please please.”

Sukuna answers your pleas by lining his cock against your sopping entrance before pushing into you in one go. You groan at the slight burn as your walls stretch around his wide girth, but you’re so wet he manages to slide his entire length into you without much resistance. Once he’s fully sheathed, the feeling is completely overwhelming. You feel absolutely stuffed to the brim with his giant cock pulsing inside you.

“Oh my god,” you breath. “You’re so big. Fuck.”

Sukuna doesn’t give you much chance to adjust to his size as he immediately pulls out until only his tip remains before ramming back into you at full force. You yelp at the sudden movement, while the demon softly groans. He sets a brutal pace that leaves you absolutely breathless. With every snap of his hips, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your toes curl in pleasure, and you rake your nails down his muscular back as the demon fucks you senseless.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Sukuna growls as you continue to moan and whimper wantonly underneath him. When the head of his cock hits that sensitive spot inside you at just the right angle, the tension in your body finally snaps and a wave of pleasure completely washes over you. You cry out as you reach your climax, squeezing your eyes shut as you surrender yourself to the sensations of pure bliss.

Once you start to come down from your high, Sukuna pulls out of you and adjusts your body so that you’re on your hands and knees. Your arms are still quivering from your orgasm but you have just enough strength to keep yourself from collapsing. Both you and Sukuna groan as he enters you once again. He somehow fucks you even harder than before. The lewd, wet noises of your bodies slamming against one of another fill the bedroom. Sukuna grips your waist with such force as he slams into you over and over again that you know you’ll wake up with nasty bruises tomorrow. In this position, it feels like his cock is pushing even deeper inside you at such a brutal pace.

“You going to cum on my cock again?” Sukuna pants. He slaps your ass, and you squeak at the unexpected sting. “Answer the question, pet.” He gives you another slap.

“Oh god, yes,” you gasp as your cunt clenches around him. “F-fuck. Your cock feels s-so good.” Satisfied with your answer, Sukuna reaches around to rub your clit. It was just the right amount of extra stimulation you needed to reach your climax again. Your body shudders as you lose yourself to the white hot pleasure. Sukuna pulls out of you, and you immediately collapse on the bed.

“Who said we were done yet, pet?” The demon picks you up and places you on top of him as he lays back on the bed. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as your hard nipples rub against his chest. You can feel his still erect cock poking at your entrance. “I want to watch your face as I fill you up with my cum.”

You wince as he slips back into you. You’re already starting to feel overstimulated and sore, but Sukuna hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down yet. He ruts into your limp body, only concerned about chasing his own pleasure.

You don’t think it’s possible for you to cum again, but Sukuna’s cock is continuing to hit all the right places. The pain from overstimulation only seems to egg you on further as you feel the familiar tension building within your body once again. Sukuna groans as your walls start to clench down on him. His thrusts become more erratic as he approaches his own release.

As he continues to pound into you as you’re splayed across his chest, the demon tells you about all the humans he’ll kill once he’s at full power. Not even women or children will be safe from his destruction. He’ll lay siege to all Japan, perhaps even the world. Sukuna mentions how the golden age of demons will begin once again.

You begin crying, but you can’t even tell if it’s from the overstimulation, the shame of letting him use you like this, or the guilt of bringing such a horrifying demon back to Earth. With one more rough thrust, you come undone again for the third time during the night. Sukuna follows right after you, pumping you full of his cum. There’s so much that you can already feel his seed leaking out of you.

Sukuna remains still, trying to catch his breath as you quietly sob against his chest. The demon rubs your head with surprising tenderness.

“Don’t worry, pet. I promise I’ll spare you,” Sukuna says. “You’re mine now. No one else will ever touch you again.”

You hiccup through your tears as Sukuna’s words fill you with dread. It’s all your fault. He’s going to be reborn at full power and wipe out human civilization because of you. The guilt tears at your heart.

What have you done?

Sukuna can already feel his power returning to him. It’s only a matter of time before he’ll be unstoppable. Perhaps a couple of more days of indulging himself with your body will get the job done. He rubs your back, feeling how your sobs rack your body. Your tears only amuse him. Just another sign of how weak humans really are.

“Get ready for the new age, pet. And it’s all thanks to you.”

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aidanezra · 2 years

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Cybermen? Really? (Part One)

A/N: I do not know how but I wrote this faster than pretty much anything I ever have. Could it have been the several hours of his episodes I've watched this week? Possibly. We'll never know. Also there may be a part two as well! I hope you enjoy!

Theme: Fluffy banter

Setting: The Doctor intends to bring the reader on a calming outing, but they find themselves in front of some cybermen, and then Y/N gets pissed.

Pairings: Tenth!Doctor x Gn!Reader (gender is not mentioned :)

Fandom: Doctor Who

Warnings: Swearing, and brief mention of how cybermen are made (in my own fearful head)

Words: 788

Part (Two) (Three) (Four) (Five) (Six) (Seven)

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I step back into the TARDIS, attempting at catching my breath after what one hell of a day the Doctor and I have had. Being chased around London by a bunch of green creatures that I can't even remember the name of --is absolutely and utterly exhausting. Especially with the Doctor and his running habit.

"Why- How can you run so goddamn much?!" I ask, my breath finally getting back to a steady and normal pace.

"Oh, I'm not human, and that was exhilarating!" He exclaims, giggling and shooting me that classic grin of his.

"So, where to next?" I inquire, inching forward towards the console, resting upon it.

"How about a calm outing in the country side of St Albans?" Flipping a few switches, smashing a few buttons and then resting his hand on the final lever, he looks over at me, waiting for a response;

And so I reply, "Sounds lovely."

Pulling the lever with a grunt from Ten, the tardis groans sounding her signature sound. (Which is Doc leaving the brakes on but he is not one to change his ways.)

"You know, you should probably get that checked out. The sound." I brace myself as the blue box shudders, shaking us around.

"Oh its fine!" He assures, waving his hand in dismissal and then continuing his routine of button pressing, lever pulling and knob turning.

"I'd love to believe that." I giggle, sitting down on the console chair, while the Tardis is sat still-- only for a moment because only a second after I sit, the Tardis shakes us around again.

Only a few minutes pass and we're sat still again, the Tardis settling down. "And we're here!" The doctor shouts excitedly, too excited might I add. I then bolt for the door, opening them and squeezing through. I'm then met with an army of Cybermen.

"Where is the Doctor?" One of them, the one in the front--which I'm assuming is the leader of some sort--demands. Oh fuck no. Clumsily, I shove open the door, sprinting in and slamming it shut behind me.

"What's wrong?" The Doctor whispers and I realize he's right in front of me, gasping for air as my heart races, I stand there, glaring towards him. "What did I do?" He asks again, this time hurt and offense laced in his tone.

"I will go to the ends of the universe, saving billions of people, running for our lives, in the presence of any alien creature. But I draw the line at cybermen. We are leaving! Now!" Clenching my jaw, I stare straight into his eyes, trying my very best to convey every ounce of fear and frustration at him in a single look. And then I bolt past him towards the Tardis' console, begining my own attempt at button pressing, lever pulling and knob turning.

"Cybermen? Really? Out of all the creatures in the universe, your devotion stops at Cybermen?" He laughs, running his hands through his hair as he turns on his heels, meeting me in the middle of the console room. "That's quite funny actually, what's so scary about them anyways?"

"They chop you up and shove you into a metal shell!" I snap at him, trying to turn one awfully stubborn knob.

"Here," he turns the same green knob, except in the opposite direction as I was. This bitch.

"Okay, well they are kinda scary but come on, I mean are there any out there?" He shoves his hands in his pockets, his smile still plastered on that goddamn pretty face of his.

"Yes you dense bastard! A whole army of them! And they want you!"

"Well they're not getting their hands on me." Smirking, he begins backing up towards the door, to his inevitable death. Or at least that's in my opinion. That man escapes death by the skin of his teeth on the daily. I have no clue how he does it.

"I hate you." I mumble, gathering my strength to step outside again and turning from the console, giving up on my attempt to drive the Tardis.

"You love me!" Ten yells, smiling as he turns on his heels and out the door, before he shuts the door, I catch a glimpse of him. He raised his hands up in the air in surrender. Oh god, we're screwed.

"Doctor!" I yell after him, running down the ramp and out the door. I stand next to him, he eyes me and I mirror him, my hands in the air.

"This was a poor attempt at peaceful outing, Doctor."

"Oh, I know. Sorry about that." He breathes in a sharp breath, his eyes widening a bit.

"Save your sorries for later. You're gonna need 'em"

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blzzrdstryr · 3 years

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Galatea

Yandere(?) Albedo x gn!reader

Wordcount: 2410

CW: Panic attacks, hallucinations, slight dehumanization.

...and his creation was so beautiful: silent and non judgemental, pure and demure, it would endure any of his whims of love and passion.

Albedo looks calm as usual as he scoops the honey from the beehive, even though he doesn’t wear any protection; Bees are angrily buzzing nearby, but otherwise not attacking him. It would look strange to you if you didn’t know the answer: insects are not real. The alchemist created them, turning pure slabs of carbon, water and organic matter into tiny fuzzy bodies, as you watched the scene with wide eyes, one moment and a non-living becomes living. He commented on the whole process and while you tried your best to listen to him there were so many scientific terms and jargons in his speech that after some time you zoned out, preferring to observe the birth of insects instead.

There are bones and flesh and organs growing and fusing together. They writhe and convulse as blood starts to fill them. Whose body is it?

“Is this for examination too?”, you remember that Albedo was collecting honey several days ago, albeit in much lesser quantities, and when you asked what the alchemist was doing, he said it was for comparative analysis.

“Well, you could say that” alchemist looks at the full jar and closes the lid, “Previous analysis showed that this honey has the same compounds as the natural one in the same proportions and isn’t dangerous for consumption”. You nod, urging him to continue - even though Albedo isn’t the chattiest person, you noticed how talkative he becomes when you ask him for explanations.

“Smell and taste are usually dependent on the composition, but there is always a place for exceptions, so I decided to conduct another experiment, one that needs your help”

You raise eyebrows - alchemist, despite actually enjoying your company, usually didn’t disclose much of his work :“Is that so? How can I help?”

Small smile appears on his lips, subtle and controlled, “I want you to taste it”. He looks happy.

You have seen that smile long before. You can’t remember where.

You hate sweets, but there's something stopping you from declining. It's bone-deep and chilling, woven into every fiber of your flesh. You can’t get out the needed words, even if you wanted, with your lips somehow shutting tight at the mere thought. There's something stopping you from saying "no" to Albedo and you assume it's gratitude.

***

The honey turns out to be as sickly sweet as the one from the real bees. You frown, as you take another sip of tea, trying to wash down the saccharine taste from the tongue. Albedo sits in front of you and scribes something in his notebook, throwing occasional glances at you from time to time.

“It seems that we’ll need to keep this secret from Klee” you muse, no longer tasting the nectar on your tongue.

“Why so?” he asks, still writing - his handwriting is too small for you to see from this distance. You could stretch your neck to have a better glimpse, but it would be rude to do, so you refrain, curiosity still nipping at you.

“Well, you know what a big sweet tooth she is, and if she learns that your bees don’t sting...”

“But they do sting, just not me”.

“Why?”

“Bees were created with my will, so they just can’t. It’s against the nature of alchemical creation to oppose its creator”

You hum, processing the new information and guessing how far he would teach you that in your own alchemy lessons. You are far behind Sucrose or Timaeus in your studies, still stuck on basics, but Kreideprinz doesn't look displeased or bored with you. In contrast, mentoring you is something he really likes, judging by the rare smiles he allows himself to show. He proposed to teach you one day and you couldn't find it in yourself to turn him down.

You thought it was strange at first how the recluse seemed to favour you, but then as you familiarized yourself with a man you realized that he liked all things unseen and unheard before and your selective amnesia must be the one.

There are large gaps in your memory, but you can remember some small moments - peeking into a cave and plunging deeper into a forest out of curiosity, spending hours in the library, completely captivated by the book before you, feeling satisfied from finally solving an advanced math problem.

None of the memories include people.

It's an identity forming memories, Albedo theorized when you shared your concerns, experiences shape who we are, [First], and maybe that's why you retained them, they define you.

Were you as reclusive as him then?

A bit later you see what Albedo was drawing: a familiar bird and decapitated head. You are disturbed - how does he know my dreams?

***

Mondstadtians are weird, it’s the first time you leave Albedo’s lab and side, deciding to take a quick stroll around the city and look around. Some look at you with wide eyes, as if you just grew a second head before their eyes, some shamelessly whisper things to each other.

The knight that was assigned to look after you for the duration of the walk is no better than them. He also treats you like some sort of oddity, with all that persistent glances and hesitancy to interact with you.

What kind of person old you were to prompt such a reaction?

Walking along the streets of the city you can't remember any of it. Books that mentioned amnesia and other memory related issues stated that visiting once familiar places can help with overall recollection. Walking along the streets of the city you can't recollect any of it, memories slipping past your fingers like water.

You can’t remember the blue cloudless sky above, or the deep clear lake of the same shade or the gentlest breezes playing with your hair. You can’t recall the bright red roof tiles, or the giant windmills that dwarf other buildings, or the statue of the anemo archont overseeing the city. You can't think of once being among the other idle citizens, of praying and worshipping Barbatos, of participating in the windtrace or Ludi Harpastum. There’s emptiness where a familiarity should be, a dull ache rotting and festering at the back of your mind - I don’t belong here, I never did.

You don’t feel like a part of Mondstadt, not even a single part of you does. There’s an invisible yet unbreakable wall separating you from other people. You can smile and chat and be all polite and nice, yet there’s always a certain coldness and caution others treat you with. You want to be both accepted and left alone, feel loved yet be distant enough to avoid any emotional hurt.

Of course, there are people who managed to get close to you - Albedo and Klee, with the former one being your official caretaker and mentor and the latter being as bright as the Sun, you doubt there’s anyone that couldn’t fall under little girl’s charms, except acting Grandmaster Jean.

That must be why you act so warm towards them, why you decide to bare your soul and feelings towards them, no matter how scary it can be. That’s why you play with Klee, engaging her in less destructive entertainment than the fish blasting and that is why you never refuse Albedo in any of his requests, be it a quick walk on a sunny day or assistance in his experiments.

***

A familiar dream.

You see a giant owl, it's yellow eyes piercing right through you. It's a majestic creature, with snow white fluffy feathers and razor sharp talons. Bird looks at you with all knowing eyes, and then spreads its wings, soundlessly flying in your direction. You dodge it, still marvelling at its grace, as the bird continues its way to the giant head laying behind you.

You turn back still tracing the bird's flight, eyes then turning to the bodiless head. It has the face of an aged man with wise eyes, it's lips move silently chanting. There's something hypnotizing in the chant - listen to me and you will now, listen to me and I will tell you, listen to me and you will learn things that he doesn’t want you to know.

You take a step, hand outstretched to touch it. It burns your skin, and the world around you darkens, all sounds stop and soon enough darkness consumes the bodiless head too, leaving you all alone.

A memory comes.

You're absolutely naked and shivering with Albedo hovering above you. He says something but you can’t understand the words, liquid(?) in your eyes and ears. You hear Sucrose and Timaeus in the background too and how excited they sound.

You turn your head, catching the sight of slabs of pure carbon, bottles of water, pieces of lime and ammonia solution and the rest of organic and inorganic matter lying around you.

There are no thoughts and feelings - you are nothing but an empty vessel that needs to be filled.

"Timaeus, bring the blanket" It's Albedo's voice, “Sucrose, check.. [First]’s temperature. I will observe them”

“[First]?”

“It’s a fitting name”

The memory ends. You wake up.

***

You wake up to Albedo sitting near your bed. It's not a rare occurrence with him frequently checking up on your health, but the memories of previous dreams make you almost jump when you see his silhouette again.

"Uhm, hello?" you still sound husky from sleep.

"Apologies for coming here, I heard your whimpers and decided to check if everything was alright". His face looks as impassive as ever, but there's a concerned tone in his voice. He must be extremely worried then.

"I..” you start but then trail off, unsure what to say. Is the revelation that you dreamt even true? Aside from the strange coincidence and sense of isolation that loomed over you, becoming a bit unbearable with each day, you had nothing to prove your nonsensical conclusion: you are not real.

“I saw a dream, of me lying among the lime and carbon and water” Albedo gives you an intense stare, eyes and expression completely unreadable: “it wasn’t just a dream, was it?”

A moment passes and then another and you feel even more stupid with each second to just come to that conclusion, not to mention saying it outloud. And then the most unexpected thing happens: Albedo nods.

“Yes, yes it happened to you” he suddenly sounds tired, as if he admitted a dark, dark secret, that it arguably is. A shock goes through you, as you start to gasp for air - it’s one thing to speculate and guess, it’s completely different to hear a confirmation.

You can’t exactly remember what happens next - you think you broke down right there and then, as alchemist awkwardly tried to comfort you. He was explaining how and why he created you - he thought that your creation would give him answers he was looking for, solve his internal conflict, and then he started to wonder how different artificial life is from the natural one and that’s why he decided to give you memories.

It was hard at first, he says, to push back the existing ones back and replace them with new. Make you believe that you were born too. Memories were his favourite thing to do, he had a theory you see, that people are majorly products of their environment, and he wanted to prove that with you. That’s why he decided to mold you into a person with traits he usually finds valuable.

In the end you found yourself nursing a hot tea mug with a few drops of calming concoction dissolved in it. Albedo is lingering around in his own disquieted fashion, as you rethink your whole life - can it even be called a life anymore?

You glance at the alchemist fretting around you, frowning, and unsure what to do, the warmth and happiness you felt upon seeing him replaced by disappointment and confusion. Albedo isn't the one who you thought him to be, Archons, you're not the one who you thought yourself to be!

Suddenly the way all others interacted you became crystal clear - they treated you like oddity because you were one. You remember Klee and how she always seemed to love calling you her "bestest special friend". No way they don't know of your origin. No way they will ever treat you like a person.

There's an ache when you think about Klee also turning away from you; She is a sunshine personified right now, spreading her kindness and enthusiasm without even trying, but who knows what will happen once she grows up, will she have a problem with her peers because of you, or she'll adopt the general public's opinion of you? The thought is almost enough to send you into a crying fit again. You want to run far away.

"I want to travel" you finally say, there's no way you can integrate into society when everyone knows what you are and will always see it before who you are. You want to run away and start anew somewhere far, so the rumors will never reach that place and no one will look at you with that wide eyed stare again. You say what you think about this whole situation.

"Please, don't" he says and you of course stop, legs no longer listening to you, "I understand you are distressed right now, but running away isn't the solution"

"But I will never be able to truly connect with anyone, they know it, of my birth, right? The whole city knows about it, right?"

"I know that you want to feel loved, I… We are the same - before your creation I felt the same loneliness, I couldn't bond with anyone save for Klee, but interacting with you was far more pleasant than expected. Relationships are needlessly tiring and I never understood why people focused on them so much, yet now, looking at you I can understand them. I love you, [First], you are perfect".

You still again, now stunted by his words and sudden love confession. It's all so sudden and strange and confusing and you are too tired and too shocked to deal with this, so you decide to distance yourself. "I can't love you in return"

"But you will"

"Why do you think that?"

"It's against your nature to oppose me in anything"

Note: Galatea is an ivory statue created by Pygmalion, who later fell in love with it. The head in reader's dream is decapitated Mimir, a figure in Norse mythology who is known for his knowledge and wisdom. His decapitated head was reciting secret knowledge and giving counsel to Odin.

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