#Me when silly bug creature game
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Random sketches while bored 🤝 the car
#Me when silly bug creature game#I do like the sounds they use for all the characters voices but specifically the stag and quirrel have my favorite ones#They're just nice to listen to tbh#digital art#art#hollow knight#hk hollow#hk hornet#hk quirrel#hk the knight#hk hollow knight#hk ghost#hk stag#hk broken vessel#quirrelhollow
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Name: Goggley-Blade
Debut: Wario Land 4
Now this is a Critter! A real absolute Critter. I don't usually think of aquatic animals as being "critters", it usually feels more like a term for something that scurries across a forest floor, but this is such a critter! A fishy face and fishy fins, but with rather birdlike legs and feet! And it wears goggles. Maybe it doesn't like getting water in its eyes, despite how fishy it is. Or maybe it LOVES getting water in its eyes, and the goggles are full of water! That way, if it goes on land, its eyes can stay moist. It has never heard of "blinking".
Wario says that Goggley-Blade "looks weak and inconsequential". That's so rude! I know Wario is all about Rude, but this specific instance feels extra mean to me. No creatures are inconsequential! Maybe that's why Goggley-Blade looks so incredibly furious when it attacks. This is dangerous to Wario, because Wario Land 4 is one of the games where his hubris allows him to take damage. Should have thought about that before insulting a critter!
I'm just realizing, Goggley-Blade's legs look like a bird's, but those joints are bending forward, so they're knees, not bird ankles! I guess that confirms this creature as a fish with bird elements rather than a bird with fish elements, if you were hoping to classify it. I believe it. Have you seen armored sea robins? There are fish that basically turned into bugs!
Goggley-Blade's Italian name translates to "Sharp Eyes". Its eyes aren't the sharp part, silly! I don't want to imagine sharp eyes! What if you cut an onion with sharp eyes? That would be horrible! Oh no, I'm doing it! I'm imagining sharp eyes! How unfortunate.
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float like a feather, sting like sharp talons
Philza drops by Étoiles' brand new dojo for a friendly sparring session, and ends up getting quite a lot more. Namely existential dread, the thrill of a good hunt, and the comfort of shared trust.
@apthotiosis
this is a commissioned fic! read on ao3
He whistles, eyes lingering along the thick, wooden support beams and rice paper walls surrounding him. It’s a surprising sight, tucked away in a corner of what he can only describe as a mess of a base, mostly empty, the walls still a rough (and frankly ugly) mix of dirt and cobblestone that hasn’t been cleared out even after six months. “So. That is your dojo.”
Étoiles nods at his side, a big stupid grin on his face. “Do you like it, Phil?” he asks, eager as a pup as little Pomme zooms around the cave in an improv game of tag with Tallulah — ever mindful of how her lag (sorry, asthma) sometimes stalls her in her tracks. He glances at them fondly, silly, eggs, babies. “I do,” he hums, because it is pretty. Especially if you ignore the rest of the cave outside because God, it’s fugly as shit and Étoiles knows it. The plant hybrid smiles, all teeth and gums, and squints with star-filled eyes that always seem to glow despite not working like they used to. Phil still doesn’t get why what was originally a completely harmless veggie plant has evolved to bear such predatory teeth, but he can’t say it doesn’t suit his friend. “He likes it! Let’s gooo, big win for me, big win. I can die happy now.”
“Oh my god, stop. Kristin’s married, you know.”
Étoiles gives him a mock-shove that is more of a real one, because Étoiles never holds back, especially not with Phil. “Oh! Oh, so I can’t be nice to Lady Death? I can’t just visit her because she’s cool and she likes me also? I am married to the grind, Phil, you know me!”
Phil shakes his head, exasperated and fond. “You’re a nerd is what you are. Did you know she calls you her tech support?” Étoiles makes a confused noise. Tallulah peeps in the background, mimicked by Pomme, a chorus of play and yesyes, because all the eggs have picked up on that one by now. (Mimicry is a powerful thing, and the eggs are highly social creatures who thrive on it.)
Phil elaborates, circling the build to assess its structure better. “Because of the sweeping edge bug thing, and Richas’ cancelled death last week. You find the kinks and loopholes in death mechanics better than anyone she knows.”
Étoile beams at that. “That’s so cool. I’m Death tech support!”
“You certainly are. Do you think it’s because you picked Death? In the entity rooms?”
The green-skinned man shrugs, then gasps and takes off running after Pomme to stop her from setting up waterframes everywhere to display obscure anime edits for Tallulah because her internet, her lag Pomme, you’re going to make her void! Phil glances at them (safe, no danger, good) then back at the dojo, running his palm down a beam to feel its grain. It’s smooth, recently stripped of its bark. “Huh,” he says.
He doesn’t understand why his friend chose to build this underground when dojos are usually suited for wind-swept plains or mysterious forests. Then again, Étoiles has never been much for coherent aesthetics. That, and he probably thought it would be more mysterious to hide it under the ground, knowing him. “It’s. Well, very dojo-like,” he walks through dark support beams and onto clean, recently-oiled planks, coming to poke at one of the wooden sticks idly rotating above an altar to send it spinning in the opposite direction. Étoiles trots back to him with an egg under each arm (Play, dad, Pomme warbles. Play, silly, Tallulah beeps from within her cracked shell.) and lets out a guttural noise, visibly bothered by the sticks being out of sync, and it makes Phil snort. Silly. Silly. “Did you build it all by yourself?”
“Yeeaaaah.”
“You’re lying.”
A dramatic gasp. The warrior puts both eggs down to throw his hands in the air. “I’m not lying! Pomme, ma légende, dis-lui.”
Bomp. [me and richas did it. papa helped, very much :DDD]
Étoiles comes to brush his fingers against the red sign, letting the device tucked into his ear translate the written words into spoken ones. He whines, puts a hand over his heart as his ears droop. “Ahhh, trahison. Disgrâce. Tu m’détestes en fait Pomme, c’est ça ? You want me to dig down to bedrock and die forever? Or it’s because I can’t see, so you think I’m shit?”
Bomp. [papa…] Bomp. [t’a pas besoin d’être aveugle pour avoir des goûts douteux en déco :X]
“Okay, okay. I go die in fire then, goodnight.” Then Étoiles pours lava into the cobble floor and stands in it with a huge smile. His body catches on fire immediately, skin quickly shrivelling up and blackening under the heat. Pomme peeps at him loudly and hits him with her scythe, then douses him in water and healing potions — which immediately prompts Étoiles into sparring mode, laughing and hyping his egg up with a string of ‘oh she knows, she knows the play’ and ‘strafing, comboing, keep at it’ as his body heals up. Philza watches the display for a few seconds before getting bored, choosing to walk past the layer of light wood circling the dojo to take a look inside.
It’s even prettier than the outside, with all the paper lanterns and little fountains and bamboo shoots. His geta clack against the wood, then go silent on the woven straw flooring at the center. “Why’re all the posters in Japanese?” he remarks when his friend comes back from his little mock-tantrum with his daughter in tow, squinting at a crude montage explaining the belts system. Philza can gather that it’s based on how much HP the dojo master has left after a duel, because Étoiles has been yapping about making a dojo with that exact system for months now. (Is that a jar of mayo at the top? The hell?) Guess the eggs returning has been the push in motivation he needed to actually commit to that build, despite his insistence that he is very much a builder now, thank you very much, look at all the wool I have.
Étoiles perks up, grins in a way that lets Phil know he’s about to do a bit. “Oh, you don’t know? You don’t know that I’m literally Japanese, Philza?” he chirps, picking up one of the sticks on display before running circles around the other man, poking at his legs playfully. His boots are off, Phil notices. “Speaking of! Shoes off Phil, come on, come on!”
“You literally told me you grew in a field, mate,” Phil laughs, airy and wheezy and light as he evades the attacks. “The little legume who could! In rural France! Where does Japan come into play here?”
“Aaaah, Philza, Philza,” the warrior shakes his head, hitting the other on the shoulder to push him back out and onto the cold cobble floor. “Shoes off I said, it’s a rule. I don’t want shit on my tatami, I already had to clean it up sooo many times with the whole server fucking around in it yesterday. And Japan lives in my warrior’s soul. It’s all that matters.”
“F’course it does,” Phil complies regardless, shimming out of his geta before walking to the little shoe rack in the corner to tuck them inside. “There. Happy?”
“Very. Also, trivia time, culture time: did you know that cucumbers aren’t legumes? They are fruits, Phil! And vegetables don’t actually exist, they’re all either fruits or roots or leaves or flowers...”
Phil stares at him. “...You don’t get to stand there and tell me my avocados are fruits, Étoiles. What the fuck.”
“Umm, they are berries, actually—”
“Oh fuck off and come kill me already.”
“With pleasure, my bro.”
Armors come off next, quickly magicked back into inventories. Phil walks up to the altars to pick up his own stick (unenchanted, as plain as it gets) and spots Étoiles off to the side, rolling up his sleeve to check on his insulin levels before rolling it back down. “We eat one gapple each, yes? My sugar is low,” he explains as they both get into position on both ends of the tatami.
“Sounds good. You got yours?”
Étoiles laughs, summoning a golden fruit from his inventory and spinning it over his finger like the insufferable showoff he is. “Always. Autofeed off Phil, no cheating.”
“Alright, you little shit,” Phil summons his own gapple and bites into it with purpose, feeling the warm tingle of magic-saturation in his stomach as the rest of the apple vanishes into thin air with a few golden sparkles. He turns to the eggs, settled on top of diamond blocks they’ve just placed. “Tallulah, do a countdown for us please?”
Signs are placed, one by one, as Pomme hypes them up with Megalovania, perfectly timed with the Pigstep now blasting out of a music box. Bomp, three. Bomp, two. Bomp, one…
Bomp. [GO PAPA PHIL :D]
Étoiles shoots off towards him as soon as the letters show up on the wood, jumping up and swinging his stick down for a crit. Phil dashes to the side, the blow just grazing his shoulder. “Nice cock, Phil!” Étoiles gasps, all sharp teeth and waggling eyebrows, and it takes the avian back enough for the other to get a few hits in. “Motherfucker!” Phil laughs, breaking the combo and pushing the cucumber back with a few crits of his own, adrenaline starting to flood his brain and paint the world in sharp edges and colors. “You little shit! Stop doing that!”
“Do what, Philza? I’m just bantering, just chilling.”
Étoiles’ combat style hasn’t changed despite the blindness, Phil finds — he’s insanely precise and quick on his feet, which is a problem. He decides he won’t be able to outrun or out-speed him, so he elects to block most of his strikes with his own stick instead, relying more on instinct than observation. “He’s blocking, he’s blocking,” the warrior’s voice chants through the flurry of swings and the clack of wood against wood. “Strafing, strafing, he’s the best, he’s the GOAT. Hit me, Phil! Don’t just defend, hit me!”
And dammit, Phil tries pretty hard — but Étoiles is insane and he’s just a little too fast even without speedbridging, just a little too smart with his feints. Phil goes down after two minutes, the last hit clocking him across the temple and sending him to the (thankfully a little soft) floor, ears ringing and white stars dancing across his darkening vision. He wonders if it’s a little like how Étoiles sees the world now. Probably not. “Four hearts, Phil,” Étoiles announces, laying his hands on Phil’s side — the pain fades, the world comes back into focus, and his brain rattles with the doom-doom of revival. He hears fireworks going off, probably Pomme’s. “That’s good, very good. That’s a brown belt! I think you can kill me soon, easy. Again?” the cucumber chirps, offering his hand, and Phil thinks that if Étoiles had his tail it would probably be wagging right now.
He groans in agreement, grasps his friend’s hand and is pulled back on his feet. “Yes. Again.”
Round two goes similarly. “Again.” So does round three. “One more.” After his fourth consequential victory, Étoiles looks pensive, and Phil is getting a tad frustrated — he’s muted his comm for this, as he often does, but he can usher a guess at what Global chat looks like, spammed with his half-death messages and maybe a brief bout of concern from whoever else is online at the moment. “Fuck, man,” he rubs at his neck where a particularly vicious strike has left the skin an angry red, molted with purple. He’ll feel that in the morning, if he doesn’t get a respawn. “I don’t think I can do it. No black belt for me.”
“No, no, you can,” Étoiles insists, circling him — dull, greyed out eyes scanning for something. “I think…”
“Looking for something, king? How’s nebula-me looking?”
“Like the GOAT, you know that. But since you ask, you’re more blue today. With some red.”
“Cool. Wish I could see like you do, for a day.”
“You don’t. It’s pretty, but annoying. It’s harder to make out details inside the, ah…” he mumbles something in barely-legible French. “Je sais pas comment on dit. Les contours. The lines at the limits of a drawing.”
“Outlines?”
“Yes. I see the outlines well, but everything inside is messy. To me everything is just, shapes. And the bigger a thing is, the harder it is for me to understand it. Eggs are easy, because they are small and simple. People are harder.” He waves towards Phil. “Like, I can’t know if you’re smiling or frowning, I have to listen to how your voice sounds.”
“Huh. That’s interesting.”
Étoiles hums, stops at his side. Cocks his head like an attentive dog. “Ah. You should take your backpack off, Phil. It’s slowing you down.”
Oh. Philza shifts, hesitant. “I wear it all the time, it doesn’t nerf me that much.”
“No, I think it can make a difference. Let’s try it?”
Mh. He hadn’t planned on doing this today. Showing his kids had felt right, natural. Showing Fit had required a few deep breaths, but not much else. Étoiles… is a trickier case.
He does want to show him — the french warrior is one of his most trusted friends, and someone he knows he can rely on in a pinch. The guy is loyal to a fault, always looking at Phil like all it would take for him to lay down his life before him was a single word. It’s a bit scary, in a way, and always makes his hindbrain buzz pleasantly. But Phil held things like mutual trust in high regard, and Étoiles had broken that on the first day of Purgatory.
They had talked since then, and it’s clear to Phil now that it had been an honest mistake, a temporary lapse in judgement. Plus, it’s not as if Phil hadn’t lost his own mind within the first twenty-four hours in that red hellscape. Still, even though he has forgiven Étoiles, the cracks don’t feel completely healed just yet. “I don’t know, mate,” he pulls at one of the straps of his backpack self-consciously, feeling its weight pressing his wings tightly against his back. “I can’t get you under four hearts, I doubt taking it off will give me that much more.”
“Phil. Phiiiiil. Trust me?”
Tall order, Phil almost jokes, but refrains. “I do trust you.”
“Then trust what I’m saying. I know my shit, you’re being slowed down, you can’t spin as fast or jump as high with this thing, it’s basic physics. I want you to have all the chance on your side.”
Philza purses his lips, glances to where Tallulah sits off to the side. She jumps to her little feet and places down a sign, while Pomme rummages through her backpack next to her. He can’t help but coo when the bright ‘<3’ shows up in stark white against the magenta wood. “Right. Okay.”
Étoiles can’t see, not normally. So maybe he won’t be able to make them out, bound tightly against his back as they are. And if he does, then that is fine. No need to make a fuss of it. So Philza walks up to Tallulah and drops the black pack next to her, giving her a little headpat in passing. “Watch over that for me, okay?” he smiles at her, and she peeps at him with purpose, jumping on top of it and doing the egg equivalent of puffing up her chest. Pomme is in her own red backpack now, little legs kicking the air as she reaches as deep as she can. silly, egg, baby, egg, he croons. “I’ll be right back. Got a green ass to kick.”
“He is back,” Étoiles whoops when he steps onto the tatami. “Oh, he is ready, so ready. Are you full hearts?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. We go on three, one, two, th—”
Phil takes off at the first syllable, and oh, yeah, the lack of weight on his back means he can lean forward more without gravity winning, and that means he reaches Étoiles right as he reaches the end of his three. He thrusts his stick forward, the blunt tip digging itself right into the other’s abdomen with enough force to make him stumble back, winded and sputtering. “Argh—”
Phil doesn’t let him recover, getting a few good hits in before his opponent parries and attempts an upward swing that he barely evades by sending his body backwards, dangerously far. The weapon grazes his chin, and his wings try to open to regain balance but they’re still bound against him. “Shit—” he steps back quickly, arms pinwheeling, and it looks a little silly but it works, and he does not crash onto his back like an idiot.
Étoiles stares at him from the other side, breathing hard, eyes wide, a palm against his diaphragm. Then he smiles. “Oh. Ohohooo. Okay, now we’re talking. Let’s go.”
Moving more freely doesn’t make the fight easier, not by a long shot, because Étoiles adapts quickly — but it does make it more fun, and that’s already an improvement in Phil’s eyes. He gets less crits in, because jumping up leaves him too exposed to revenge strikes, but he gets more light hits in between sidesteps and mad dashes. “He is so fast!” Étoiles cheers, ducking to dodge a vicious strike to the head. “Oh, he is so good, go Phil go!”
Run, dodge, strike, strafe, dash. Every muscle in Phil’s body strains to keep up as he pushes it past its limits, arm aching from the repeated shocks against the stick, but he barely feels it thanks to the adrenaline flooding his system. A hit to the back of his knee makes him stumble, but he recovers into a roll and trips Étoiles with his stick in retaliation. The cucumber groans, scrambles to get up, and Phil sees an opening right there on his foes’ unprotected throat. He zeroes in on it, takes the first step, raises his weapon and—
There’s a jagged shape in his peripheral vision.
He falters. Tries not to look at it, tries to keep his eyes on target, target that’s about to get back up, quick, quick, do it.
There’s a purple shape in his peripheral vision.
He fails. Sharp angles and eerie glow, that shade he’s come to dread. The amethyst crystals hum out their ethereal song, taunting him. He doesn’t see Étoiles anymore, and his world is drowning in high-pitched static.
Purple. Purple everywhere. The room is too dark, too dark, darker yet darker.
Time slows down. No. The edges of his vision are fraying, dark tendrils creeping in. He feels himself falter, adrenaline making way for cortisol and making his hindbrain, no, fly, fly, run, nonono. He’s losing his footing, his grip around the stick growing slack, palms getting clammy. No, no, not now, please. His breathing picks up, faster than it’s been at any point of this duel. The amethysts glow an eerie violet, jagged shapes growing out of the thick, wooden beams around him, and he swears the room has gotten even darker. “Tallu—” He doesn’t make it to the end of the name, because then something smacks him in the back with unrestrained force.
Right on his left ulnare, the wingbone left exposed with no fat or muscle to cushion the blow.
Pain explodes throughout his left wing, the shock propagating all the way into his back and making him yell out, a gasp-screech that is very not human. Tallulah peeps loudly somewhere at the edge of his awareness, papa, no, bad! as he falls to his hands and knees, panic spiking, bad, bad, hurts, getoutgetout—
“Oh merde! Phil, ça va ?” He hears glass breaking, smells melon and gunpowder and something both earthy and spicy — Nether wart. Étoiles is healing him, putting a stop to their duel, and the realisation drags him out of that weird fugue state. “You never made that sound before, I think it’s bad. Are you okay?”
“Amethyst,” the older man growls between clenched teeth, letting the potion effects refill his health bar — fuck. Pain signals were always limited during PvP, but this had somehow broken through the server’s capping function. Étoiles makes a noise of incomprehension, his hands just hovering over Phil’s shoulder, not quite touching. “What?” he says, and Phil hears the patter of little feet rapidly coming closer. Pomme and Lullah.
“Please, just... Can you see the amethyst?”
He doesn’t know why he’s asking, of course his friend can’t see it, because that shit isn’t real. Or at least not to anyone but him. Through the haze he can feel Tallulah’s warm shell bump against his arm, hear her little worried chitters. He doesn’t trust himself to tell her he’s fine.
But then, Étoiles raises an eyebrow and turns his head towards the wall, blinks. A frustrated noise. “Euuuh Pomme, je t’adore hein, mais ça va pas trop avec le reste en fait. Tu peux les retirer steuplait ?” Pomme crouches, one-two, then summons a pickaxe and walks towards the crystals, and proceeds to casually break all of them.
Oh. Her backpack, all her rummaging. She’d been trying to decorate the dojo while they were busy sparring.
Philza lets out an uneven breath, runs a hand through his hair — his forehead is damp with cold sweat, and it sucks. Okay. Okay. Real, then. Just a really, really bad coincidence. Bad timing. Bad everything. He lets out a breath, the tight coil in his chest slowly loosening. “I’m sorry Pomme,” he gives the little egg a smile that he hopes to the Gods isn’t shaky. “Got distracted by the shiny, you know how it goes. Crow brain go brrrrr.”
Pomme falls dramatically on the floor at that, places a red sign that reads [sorry ;_;] “You’re good, you’re good, don’t worry.” Tallulah places a flower next to Pomme, bomp, [RIP manzanita]. Phil chuckles at their antics, heartbeat slowing down to a more normal pace. Jesus Christ. “You like shiny things, Phil?” Étoiles asks. “Did not know that.” He looks around, scans the dojo for any stray shine. “Mmmh. All good, I think. Sorry about Pomme, she likes amethyst stuff.” Then, quieter, “I think it reminds her of Baghera. She has an amethyst farm in her castle.”
Oh. Phil glances at Pomme, who thankfully seems fully absorbed in a sign-based conversation with Tallulah. “That makes sense. She must miss her a lot.”
(Dad, are you proud of me? I just killed a silverfish.)
“Can I see your wings, Phil?”
And, there it is. The other shoe. Phil lets out a heavy sigh, wincing when the movement makes his joint twinge in lingering pain — he’s pretty sure nothing’s actually broken or sprained, at least not any worse than before, but it still hurts. “So you saw them.”
“No no, I can’t. But I know they are there, somewhere. I’m sorry I hit them, I can’t tell where they are if you don’t have them out. Told you it was annoying.”
Ah. That makes more sense. He doubts Étoiles would voluntarily target them. Still… “How do you know about them? And, why?
“Philza, you need to understand something. And the thing is, I’m really dumb. I want to see them because maybe I can help, if I hurt them. I fix.”
“No you’re not, stop that. And you didn’t do any permanent damage, you’re fine.”
“No, wait. I’m stupid with lore, but I have eyes and ears. Jaiden showed she had wings, pretty sure Baghera has some but she hides them, I assumed you were the same.” Ah. Fair enough. Phil hasn’t been as subtle lately, and the crow jokes could only go for so long before people started to pick up on how literal they were. “Also, Kristin told me.”
Wait, what. “Wait, what?”
“Ye ye. First day of Purgatory, I died a lot. She said she wanted to exchange fofoca, so I told her about things, and she told me about you because she likes me. Did you know, I asked her if I could get wings too? It made her laugh. I guess tech support is not a high enough position to get flying benefits, sad times for me.”
Mother fucker. It’s hard to be upset when everything that spews out of Étoiles’ chattermouth is so consistently funny. “Well. I would’ve told you sooner than later, anyway. S’fine.”
“So you let me help.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll let you take a look, if that’ll make you feel better about it.”
“Let’s goooo, we got trust. Sit down please?”
Phil snorts and complies. He spots Tallulah running back towards him to climb onto his lap with a quiet warbe. good? Phil warbles back, good, yesyes, and rests his chin on top of his egg’s soft locks of hair. He hears Pomme hitting her dad behind him. “Ouais Pomme ?” Bomp, a short silence. “Badboy est là ? Ah ouaaais. Il veut encore t’exploiter pour ses boutons de l’enfer là ? POV, tu aides le fou du QSMP avec son escape game pour pas qu’il te tue.” More hits, Pomme’s little click-chirps. Étoiles laughs. “Okay, okay, t’inquiètes. Va l’aider, moi et Phil on va parler de trucs chiants de toute façon. Je te vois plus tard ?” The sound of a warpstone going off. “Saluuut.”
“Is Pomme leaving?”
“Yeah, she wants to build stuff with Badboy.”
“Oh god. Please tell me it’s not another find-the-button map.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna spend ten hours finding those fucking things again soon, let’s gooooo. So your wings, who else knows? I bet Fit knows. And your eggs.” Tallulah nods in Phil’s hold.
Étoiles’ lack of big reaction feels nice, but he supposes he should have expected it — the guy never makes a big deal out of anything. Except when it’s about banned materials. Or the Nether. And finding buttons, new trigger unlocked. “Add in pretty much everyone in the original Bolas, king,” he huffs as Étoiles settles behind him. His unseen presence makes a brief shiver of danger, danger go up Phil’s spine. It’s fine. It’s fine, he soothes himself, idly rubbing at the scar at the center of his chest through his robe. “I lost my shit with them around. Stopped caring as much. They saw them on day one.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? Half the people on this shit island are like, creatures. Not humans. Nobody cares. I’m literally a fruit, Phil.”
Phil chokes on his own spit. “Jesus Christ, you have no idea how funny what you just said was.” Tallulah chirps and wiggles in his hold, places a sign. [*side-eyes u*] it says, and that’s somehow even funnier than if she had actual eyes to side-eye people with instead of the blank expanse of her brown-spotted shell.
Étoiles blinks. He cocks his head to the side, in that specific way he does whenever he’s listening to what he calls the ‘voices of the stars’. (Something akin to his crows, from what the older man has been able to gather.) “Oooh. Oh, is it a gay joke Phil? That doesn’t work man, we are on Gay Island, everyone is gay here, or they don’t date at all. And you are incorrect, because I am in the second group, héhé.”
“Didn’t Antoine call you his boyfriend once?”
“He calls me a lot of things.” Étoiles shrugs. ”He’s also an asshole and my DJ partner and my friend and I love him very much, but no, it’s not like that. And I am married to dark metal and dungeons anyway. Now I’m going to unbind your wings and move them around, okay?”
“Mh. Go for it, king.”
To his credit, Étoiles is methodic in his approach — unknotting the binds and carefully tracing the upper edges of his left wing while the other spreads out with difficulty, a few black feathers coming loose. Étoiles lets out a surprised oh, gently grabs the other to help it unfurl, and Phil feels him poking at the bottom of his regrowing primaries — right where the white ones, usually hidden beneath the outer layer unless he spreads them wide, grow in diamond-like spots. “I know this pattern, right there. You have Elytrian code too, Phil? I thought it was just crow.”
“Ah, so Kristin didn’t tell you everything then.”
“No. And she didn’t like, out you, you know. She only told me because she knew I knew, she only confirmed it. People with wings have like, a way they move? I can’t explain it, I just see it.”
“Body language expert Étoiles, ey? Have you known a lot of avians before?”
Étoiles stays quiet for a second. When he speaks again, he sounds perplexed. “Huh. I don’t know. I guess I knew Baghera? Memory stuff, it’s annoying.”
Phil frowns. Right. “You told me a little about your childhood, though. The village, the farmers?”
“Yeah, that’s a thing that came back quickly after the crash. But everything after that, I don’t remember.”
“Man, fuck this island. I’m sorry.”
Étoiles hums. His fingers start combing through his bottom feathers, lingering among the white ones. “I think. I think I went to the End before, Phil.” His voice has gone softer, airy, like he’s not quite anchored in the present. “I think… maybe, I’ve seen Elytrians before.”
“You have?”
“Mmh. I think I killed one. Yeah. And I took its elytra. It was a good fight.”
The revelation doesn’t shock him — Elytrian hunting is a common activity for those who reach the End, and elytras are a highly sought-after item in most worlds. (Philza would know.) “Were you a hunter? Before the island.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t like hunters.” And Phil can’t see Étoile’s face from his position on the floor, but his words are dripping with contempt. “Hunting for yourself is one thing. Making money off it, it feels wrong. And they don’t even fight, they make traps. I don’t like that. If you’re too shit at fighting to win fairly against something, you don’t deserve the loot. Bâtards de merde.”
And Phil laughs, because this he understands. “Ever the honorable warrior, aren’t you Étoiles.”
“Dude, I have so much honor. I told you, I’m literally Japanese.”
“Right.”
“And like I said, I am your arms. I am your sword, Philza Minecraft.”
Phil’s wings fluff up slightly, a croon of ownership-claim threatening to spill out of his chest. Mine. “Étoiles…”
“I am, it’s not a bad thing! Purgatory sucked. I didn’t like it. But it was better at the end, when you were telling me what to do. Who to kill for you.”
Phil croons, leaning back into Étoiles’ careful hands. “I see. You never called me dad though.”
“Fuck that!” Étoiles laughs, bark-like and airy. “That cult leader shit was weird. You’re Philza.” And there’s a quality to the way he says it, something that feels both casual and reverent. “First of his name, GOAT of PvP, Avoider of Lore, greatest man alive—”
“Woah there—”
“—husband and Angel of Lady Death, and father of dragon eggs. You’re not my dad. Why everyone has daddy issues on this shit island?”
Phil snorts. “I don’t know, mate. But I won’t judge. I think it’s fine if seeing me as a father figure brought them comfort. It was literally hell out there.”
Étoiles hums. “Maybe. Also, you didn’t answer my question.” Phil lets out a confused huh. “Earlier, when I asked why you were hiding that you had wings.”
…Shit. Curse Étoiles’ one-track mind, his deflection tactic had been foiled. “It’s not— shit like prejudice I was afraid of, Étoiles,” he admits, quiet and somber. The other man stops his ministrations, fingers dug deep in his primary coverts. “I know this island is a goddamn circus show. Mousey screams she’s a demon to whoever will listen and nobody gives two shits, I don’t know why Bad even bothers pretending he’s not. That’s not the problem. It’s just…” He sighs. ”The Federation has eyes everywhere, man. I feel like if I show them off too much, they’ll fuck them up again. Maybe even worse than last time.”
Étoiles is silent. His motions resume, slower, more careful and deliberate. “The first time, you say,” he eventually hums. There’s something dangerous in his voice. “So it’s because of them, that they are like this? Your wings.”
“Pretty much. Woke up on the train, boom, clipped. No more flying for me. I don’t know why they didn’t do the same to Jaiden, she said she didn’t want to fly, or didn’t know how? I can’t remember too well, but maybe that’s why. Less of a threat. Honestly, I’m just glad they didn’t do it to her. She’s family now.” Even though her loyalties are a point of concern, he couldn’t help it. She is Bolas, she is flock. And he had held her as she screamed out the temporary loss of her shiny blue wings, that first night in Purgatory. “No avian deserves that shit.”
“You don’t either, Phil.”
“I know that.”
“I’m just saying it because you have the voice! The one you use when you think bad things.”
A wry smile. “How dare you call yourself dumb, man. How fucking dare you.”
“It’s what I do! I kill things, I see people’s true souls, and I shit on myself.”
They stay quiet after that. Étoiles stretches out his wings, flexing the joints one at a time, muttering quick apologies when Phil hisses a little too loud. “Sorry, sorry.”
“You’re good. Keep going.” So he does, until Phil no longer feels the pins and needles of blood flooding back into his wings, until the joints no longer feel like rusted cogs. He even gets a little preening in, dislodging matted down and crooked secondaries, and it feels nice. Tallulah is dozing off in his hold, warm and safe. His egg, his baby, his hatchling. “Thanks mate,” Phil hums, a little out of it by the end, hindbrain thrumming pleasantly. Flock, good, yesyes. “You’ve done that before, I can tell.”
“If I have, I don’t remember. Okay, now stand— sorry Tallulah, were you sleeping? Sorry, your dad has to stand so we can see. Yes, nice. Now try them.”
Phil chitters quietly, furling and unfurling his wings experimentally — the constant pain is still there, but minimal, very bearable, and they do feel less stuffy. Lighter. “It actually does, yeah.” Tallulah does a little dance at his side, twirling and playing a few cheery notes on her flute. “Good job, seriously.”
“No probleeeem, Phil, my bro. Last round?”
This guy, I swear. “I’m a little tired,” Phil groans, cracking his neck as he stands, stretches his wings out as far as he can — it still aches, but feels miles better. “But okay. I’m going to put Tallulah to bed real quick, she’s eepy.” Tallulah nods in confirmation, takes out her warpstone right as her papa does. “Then let’s fight, one more time. After that I’m going home and conking the fuck out.”
Étoiles makes a sound that probably means something like ‘holy shit say less king’. “Okay!”
Five minutes later, and he’s warping back to Étoiles’ cave like a man on a mission. And in a way, he is. “Welcome back, worthy challenger,” the cucumber greets him, crossed-legged in the middle of the dojo, and Phil snorts because the music box is blasting Smash Bros music now. “You’re such a fucking nerd, oh my God.”
“It gives me strength, Phil. It’s my final form.” Étoiles gets up, stick already in hand, bouncing on his heels with anticipation. “Autofeed still off?”
“Yup. How’s your sugar?” Étoiles checks his monitor quickly, gives a thumbs up. “Good. No holding back?”
“I never hold back, Phil. Let’s go.”
There is no countdown this time — both opponents slip into quiet assessment, circling each other slowly, slowly. Étoiles does a strange head-tilt, ears flicking to track Phil’s footsteps, the sounds of feathers ruffling. Phil’s eyes do not stray from him, hardened and focused, picking up on the change in the air. Étoiles wants him to go all out. So he will. And he has a plan.
(The bigger a thing is, the harder it is for me to understand it.)
Time to put that to the test, then.
Étoiles charges first this time, quick-footed, swerving at random moments to keep himself a hard-to-track target. Phil almost bursts into incredulous laughter because holy shit, he’s Naruto-running, what the fuck— but manages to keep his focus, waiting until the very last moment to thrust his wings downward with enough force to send him soaring abovehis opponent. Then, right as his feet touch the tatami and right as Étoiles screeches to a stop to spin back towards him
he spreads his wings
wide, wider
casting huge shadows on the four walls of the dojo
and lets his powers roll off of him like a dark mist, sparking with magic and wither-decay.
(The bigger a thing is, the harder it is for me to understand it.)
It’s a gamble, a costly one that saps his Feds-capped magic like crazy — but it pays off, because Étoiles staggers back, confusion etched across his features. His head subtly snaps in all directions, like he doesn’t know where to look, his ears swivelling to try and pinpoint him. Bingo. Phil has made his nebula-self big, toobig for Étoiles, rendering the warrior effectively blind. Well, double-blind.
Phil doesn’t wait for the other to find a counter to this, curls his wings forward then snaps them back — they launch him forward at breakneck speed and create a gust of wind that makes the paper lanterns swing on their hooks, and then Phil is slamming into Étoiles like a literal hurricane.
The plant hybrid gasps, fingers slackening from the sheer strength of the impact — his weapon slips out of his grasp to clatter against the ground and roll out of bounds. His body describes a perfect curve and hits the wooden floor with a loud thud. He barely has the time to blink the dizziness away before something presses against the side of his neck, and he freezes completely. “Gotcha,” Phil preens, looming above him. The end of his stick is right against Étoiles’ pulse point, the threat crystal clear, and he’s a writhing mass of burning stars and cosmic fury.
The energy rolling off of him washes over Étoiles in waves, makes his skin tingle, and he recognizes it as withering. Withering coming from Philza himself, whose outlines are impossible to pinpoint, lost in the cloud of magic and giant Angel wings.
...Okay, this is sick as hell, Étoiles thinks, and he can feel somethingwithin him grow, a presence rejoicing in the back of his mind. Ink bleeds into his eyes, then under it, twin lines of darkness going down his cheeks and neck. (Flashes of a white spiral on a dark expanse, of whispers and stolen Time.) He feels cold, but he feels good about it, and he’s not scared at all — this is fine, more than fine. Withering is harmless for Death-touched things. Things like him and Phil. He laughs, loud and ecstatic, this is fun, so fun! “Aaah. Clever bird, clever Phil, I like. Okay.”
Then something wraps around Phil’s ankle and pulls it forward, breaking his balance and making him hit the ground ass-first with a startled caw. He grits his teeth, shoots a glare towards his leg to see—
—blinks at the sight of a green vine wrapped around his ankle. His eyes trace along its length. He’s seen this before, but only once, months ago. Right after harvesting a freshly-regrown Étoiles out of the ground, a week after his Code-related demise. “Oh,” Philza says, and Étoiles smirks in return.
His tail is long, as long as he is tall, and covered in large, healthy green leaves. It swishes against the tatami in a serpentine motion, the leaves rustling quietly, and Phil notices a half-star-shaped kink at the end of it. It’s... well, it’s pretty adorable actually, but something tells him Étoiles wouldn’t like that descriptor. “You kept it,” he says instead, fight-darkened eyes sparkling with something like kinship-euphoria. “You grew it out.”
“I did, I listened to you. I keep it wrapped around my waist, it works.”
“Told you it could come in handy.”
“You did. You’re always right about things, Philza.” Étoiles steps into a fighting stance, hands curled into fists, tail lashing left and right like a whip. Phil understands, lets out a quiet chuckle as he sends his own weapon flying out of the arena. So they’re doing it this way, huh. More than fine with him. “Nothing’s off the table then,” he hums, hands curling like claws at his sides, sharpening talons glinting ominously in the light of paper lanterns. His friend hums approvingly, and it’s all Phil needs to pounce.
They no longer try to evade, instead crashing into each other to cause as much damage as quickly as possible. Étoiles throws a jab, Phil retaliates with a smack of his wing to destabilise the other before slashing at his chest, tearing at his shirt and drawing the first blood. Because yes, Étoiles bleeds, deep cuts marring his dark green skin, chlorophyll sticking to Phil’s hands. Étoiles hisses, gets behind him and wraps his tail around Phil’s throat to choke him. Phil gasps, coughs, briefly flails before smacking the other with his wings until the tail goes slack. Phil rips it off him and whirls around to pull at it sharply — Étoiles falls, but not before grabbing onto Phil’s robes to pull him down with him.
Things get messy after that — a flurry of feathers and leaves and punches and kicks, one that clocks Phil in the jaw and makes him taste blood, one at the side of his head that makes him see stars. He hisses, screeches, swipes, again and again, and Étoiles blocks some of them with his arms, arms that gain more and more tiger-stripe cuts, but many go through and eat at his health, heart after heart. The warrior retaliates with a headbutt that makes the Angel’s world darken for a second, burning blood getting into his eyes and half-blinding him. Maybe it’s more fair this way, not that it slows him down at all.
They punch, claw, snap their teeth at each other like rabid dogs — chipping at each other’s health with no care, no limits. Dark red and greenish white smear against the straw tatami, but that’s fine, that’s okay, they are playing, they are having fun, and Philza feels alive, alive, alive!
(The whole time, Étoiles never touches his wings. Which goes against the whole ‘nothing off the table’ thing, yet Philza is grateful for it. He’s also grateful none of the eggs are here to see this.)
Philza has no idea how long this lasts, lost in the thrill of a fight the likes of which he hasn’t experienced in decades. But eventually the doom of someone getting downed makes every muscle in his body lock up, and he’s still standing. Or, kneeling over Étoiles with his talons right above his jugular, the other hand pinning the warrior’s hands above his head to keep him from hitting back. Semantics.
Étoiles has gone limp, heaving, his body a canvas of bruises and bloody cuts. “I win,” Phil realizes, wings quivering, all fluffed up in a show of victory. “I… won.”
“Well played, well played,” his warrior wheezes out in response, and Phil’s never seen anyone so happy about getting their shit kicked. Except maybe one person. But he won, Phil won, Étoiles is down and he himself still has… yes, two hearts to spare. He has won. They can stop. Right here. Right now.
But then. Étoiles, stupid and crazy and wonderful Étoiles, tilts his head back to offer him his throat, his binary-scarred face twisted in a feral grin. Philza gasps and leans back a little, eyes wide “Take your win, my bro,” he chirps, happy as can be, tail thumping against the tatami like an overpet cat. Tap, tap, tap, the countdown to his demise if Phil doesn’t up him soon. “Do it. You won’t. No balls, no bolas.”
And those words are the last push Phil needs for his Elytrian code to take over. He bares his teeth, eyes darkening to a pitch black that eats up his entire sclera, until the white of Étoiles’ teeth gets reflected back at him — not that he can see it.
Phil’s wings spread out behind him, huge and dark and awe-inspiring even in their frayed state, and the withering aura that exudes from them paints Étoiles’ eternal night in bursts of star-speckled purples and reds and blues.
It’s beautiful. And it’s terrifying. Étoiles is about to get killed by an Angel of Death, and he’s never been so goddamn scared and excited in his life.
Phil feels insane. He’s going feral, going sicko mode, or whatever other colloquialism that means his mind is drowning in the thrill of hunt, hunt, prey, yesyes. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Étoiles scared before, but there’s no mistaking those too-wide eyes, that subtle tremor in his friend’s wrists as Phil’s hand tightens around them. He can smell it too, like cut grass left to decay in the hot sun, and it’s making the End’s superpredator in him go zoomies inside his skull.
He growls, low and bone-deep and dangerous, his talons pushing harder against the paling, sweat-damp skin of Étoiles’ neck. prey? flock. prey. prey? kill, eat, yesyes. Étoiles isn’t human, but he has something close to a heart, and he bleeds like one — greenish white chlorophyll that smells strong and tastes awful, bitter.
(Phil knows that, because Purgatory happened. More specifically, Bolas happened, gas masks and ritual sacrifices and fresh blood always lingering at the corner of their mouths. He misses his flock — misses all the ones that are still gone, carving cookie-cutter negative shapes in his heart — everything else about that hellscape, not so much anymore. Maybe he’s healing, just a little.)
His talons are just a hair away from perforating Étoiles’ jugular, so close to making not-quite-blood pour out like a fountain. But then he freezes, going silent, because the part of him that is still sane recognizes that this is a terrible idea.
It’s a terrible idea because Étoiles is bad at knowing when to stop, bad at spotting the line between what challenges him and what hurts him. And Philza understands that this, this is a bad. The cucumber hybrid is a creature of instants — fugue moments, rash decisions, the kind you would look back on later and go oh, yeah, that was dumb and maybe not worth it. Hence Philza has to be the responsible one, has to ignore his base instincts screeching at him to hunt, kill, kill, lest this ends badly. Like Étoiles getting mauled to death by what is supposed to be his most trusted friend. Again. (They don’t talk about that time. Just like they don’t talk about Étoiles’ betrayal, neither want to reminisce over Phil’s teeth tearing his throat out in the middle of a Hunger disaster. Not-so-fun fact: Étoiles doesn’t taste like cucumber at all.)
“Enabler,” the avian warbles, talons slowly lifting off the hollow of Étoiles’ throat. “M’not killing you.” And Étoiles, like the little shit that he is, has the gallto pout at him. “Why not?”
“Because then I’ll have to regrow your ass in my potato field for a week, you twat.” Also I think it’s not good for you, and my sanity is at an all-time low so I don’t need cold-blooded murder to push me over the edge, he adds in petto.
Étoiles blinks. Huffs out a laugh, something a little unhinged, but also a little relieved. “Ah, yeah! I forgot, because I respawned normally in Purgatory. Okay, you win.” The warrior’s smile softens to something more like him, and just like that, the tension vanishes, the buzz of fear and aggression replaced by something light and playful. Étoiles baps his hands against his chest, grabbing at his robe to tug him down into a hug.
And Philza’s hindbrain floods the rest of him with happy, happy, yesyes, because Étoiles isn’t really a touchy-feely person and neither is Phil, but this feels right. “GGs,” the crow says back, warbling and chirping like crazy, the black in his eyes receding. yesyes, mine, mine, yesyes, yesyes! And to his surprise, Étoiles responds, not with a crude imitation of his own bird sounds, but with something… different. And Phil’s not sure any word in his vocab could ever describe it accurately — but something deep within him knows that if starlight was a sound, this would certainly be it. “Oh, oh, he is so good. The GOAT, the actual GOAT, best man on the planet Philza Minecraft,” Étoiles mock-sobs against him. “He wakes up in the morning casually being the best, and he takes care of two eggs and says fuck to the president’s office from the wall, and he finally beats me. My legend, Felipe, Felipe!”
Phil shakes from the force of his hilarity — a regular occurrence whenever he hangs around his favourite pickle man for long enough. silly, he warbles between fits of belly-aching, hiccup-inducing laughter, and he leans down to nuzzle against his friend’s mess of dark green hair (leaves?). silly. silly. flock. “I do see Forever wave at me from his office sometimes,” he hums, once he’s calmed down enough to speak again. “He makes kissy faces at me through the glass, so I flip him off.”
Étoiles hums in acceptance, finally pushes Phil back to shimmy out from under him with a small héhé to lay on his back, starfish-style. Phil rolls onto his own back, and they both stare at the interlacing wooden beams of the dojo roof for a little while, basking in the fuzz of a fading adrenaline rush.
(Phil hasn’t seen his favourite Brazilian as much lately. Silly, sun, friend-protector. He probably has his hands full, what with returning to his political duties after so long. Still, Philza worries — he thinks of black tar clinging to sun-kissed skin and tired sienna eyes, above a smile that just doesn’t shine as bright as it used to.) “I kinda like it, though. It’s like our good morning. Never tell him I said that.”
“I wooooon���t, I promise.”
“Thank you. For the fights.” Philza closes his eyes. He is here, he is real, everything about this moment is so real. It’s comforting, a balm on his fraying psyche. “It was fun.”
“It was so fun. Please fight with me again like this sometime, no sticks, yes? You have to come back so I give you your black belt anyway.”
“Maybe. We’ll see.”
“I can hear you smiling, Phil. You want to, I knowww.”
“M’not smiling at all, dumbass.”
Étoiles does that high-pitched hum of his that means he’s not buying it, reaches towards his friend — his leader, his wielder, his death-touched Angel. Cool fingers, untouched by code, playfully trace over each of Philza’s features, feeling out the dimples and the crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes — pun very much intended. “You’re so bad at lying, Philza,” he sing-songs, playful and content. “I know you too well. Maybe I can’t see you, but I can see you.”
And goddammit, Philza actually does feel seen in this moment, anxieties melting away for now. How does he do it. How does this reckless, thrill-seeking cucumber man with a limited (albeit pretty good, and improving) grasp on English so consistently drop the most gut-punching lines in this entire server. Étoiles is something else. “...Yeah. I see you too, mate,” Phil breathes out, and the rough texture of the tatami is starting to dig criss-cross patterns into his back, but he wants to stay like this. Just a little longer.
(Philza is damaged goods. But so is Étoiles, and so is everyone he knows. But maybe they can both pretend, for a little while.)
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such a strange girl + someone spiked the punch with steve harrington? where maybe r is a fairy and loves to go around secretly pranking people but when it comes to steve she loves to leave him little secret handmade gifts?
join luveline's halloween party ♡
tysm for ur req baby! ditzy!fairy!fem!reader
Steve spots the little box in his cubby at work and goes very still, because he knows exactly what you're like. You get into places you can't possibly get into and leave your weird trinkets, rocks and pressed flowers and bugs suspended in amber. Robin had found one herself last week, a spider wrapped in orange resin. She'd thought it was cool, and taken it home, and the resin had dissolved and let her spider loose.
He doesn't want to open the box, lest something sweet turn out to be a prank.
But you always smile so nicely at him. He's curious.
He glances over his shoulder before picking the box up with stiff fingers from the autumn chill outside, untying the black ribbon holding the lid on and prying it open, box held away from his face in case something goes poof.
Silence. He peeks through his lashes and finds a small felt flower, a black dahlia made of intricate, neatly trimmed pieces.
A note is curled into a scroll on top, but when he unfurls it he's dissapointed to find only three words.
Happy Hallow's Eve.
"Do you like it?" you ask.
He flinches hard. Your disregard for the employees only sign might get him fired, and your ability to suddenly and silently creep up on him will kill him, one day.
"It's awesome," he says genuinely, though his voice sounds far away, heart pump-pump-pumping in his ears.
You bite your lip like you're tamping down a smile before you cross the room and throw your arms around him. He's not so surprised at your need for affection — quiet you may be, but shy you most certainly aren't — and he wraps his arms around you familiarly, careful not to squash your handmade craft. You smell like grass and flowers and something heady.
"I haven't, uh, made you anything."
You look up, your eyes impossibly light and dark at the same time. "That's okay, Stevie, I didn't expect you to. I like making you stuff, anyway."
He coughs. "Yeah, about that. It's not going to turn into a weird little creature that suffocates me in my sleep, is it? Mike's still sleeping with a night-light."
You frown. "Why would it do that?"
"'Cause you like scaring people?"
"Yeah, but not you," you say, like it's super obvious and he's silly for thinking otherwise. You nuzzle your face back under his chin and squeeze his ribs.
He peers over your shoulder at the gift in his hand, finding he really likes the implication of what you said. "Not me, huh?" he asks, pressing the side of his face to the top of your head.
"You don't play games with someone when you're courting."
He raises his eyebrows. "Duh," he says, like a liar. He makes a mental note to ask Robin what 'courting' means.
#luveline's halloween party#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x fem!reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#stranger things#fairy!reader#fae!reader#fae!au
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Ooookay, yesterday I said that I might explain the lore behind my Spore captain's story... so here it goes. This is him at the beginning by the way:
Why is he a cell? What's going on? Well let's just say that he's a little bit older than any other alpferd. Or show I say he's mind and memories? Because as I played through Spore, I imagined that the creature we played as always remembered it's previous lives. So the captain isn't immortal but he gets reincarnated every time.
He doesn't know why it happens. Almost no one believes him and they just think he's going crazy. And that's how creature stage passes. Only his packmates want to be anywhere near close to him. And they still think that he's a bit weird. It's weird when he talks about something he shouldn't even know happened.
But he carries on. He feels like he's on a mission to lead his species to greatness. Years pass and he manages to become the chieftain of his new tribe, and allies most of the other tribes (it's more complicated than just that, but I'll talk about it eventually). And finally in the civilization stage, he manages to peacefully unite the whole world (well, as peacefully as possible...).
After all that, he becomes one of two captains of their planet's main spaceship (Yes, there's two of them, but I'll talk about it some other day. But it's related to the fact that I played Spore with my brother).
Buuut, he doesn't really have a name. Well he does but there's just so many of them. Like thousands or milions of them! But I'll eventually give him a name that he uses in the space stage.
I feel a little silly after writing all of that. If anyone is interested by my horse-bugs then I'll happily respond to questions. It'll even help me develop them more. Believe me i'm extremely attached to them for whatever reason, and I really like to come up with new stuff for them.
I think the next things I'll tackle are their clothes and armor. I'll figure out how it all works and stuff. And I'll draw the two captains! And also explain the stages in more detail because this is just a "quick" summary. Why is it so fun to just think of full lore for creatures you made in a 15 year old game?
Here's cake for anyone who read all that:🍰
#spore creation#spore creature#spore galactic adventures#spore#spore 2008#creature#creature lore#digital sketch#digital doodle#spore cell#alpferds
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for the question thing!!! do you have any silly hcs about the clan boys (+ the familiars/eito)? can be as wild as u want
sorry in advance if i don't have any HCs for ur beloveds bc i can only offer what my brain chooses to fixate on.... but let's see........
i like to imagine clan members enjoying fun little hobby hours
i pretend they're not busy adults with their own obligations and schedules.... so they just get together like a bunch of retirees and partake in shared hobbies whenever they want 🤗
e.g.,
book club: oli, blade, yaku, garu
horny book club: eiden, morv, blade, edmond if he works up the courage to discuss his fave BDSM PwP short novel with the 3 most shameless creatures ever ... honestly oli could join as well but i'm gonna excuse him from ONE book club so he can get some sleep. maybe he'll alternate days between the two 😆
sewing and knitting together like a couple of serene grandmas: yakuoli. eiden joins sometimes (all serenity is lost when he does)
TARGET PRACTICE! NEW ACTIVITIES!!! DARTS!! ! PIN THE TAIL ON THE EDMOND! sorry idk this is just my way of saying that after the cowboy event, i want to imagine edmond/dante/garu all playing target striking games and it becomes a contest of how split one dart can be down the middle (you can't all be perfect aimers ok aster can't keep buying new darts can u PLEASE throw them anywhere but dead centre).
i know blade could join as well but would it take the competition aspect out of it? he's kind of calibrated to never miss right?? it's not a game anymore. it's just superior blade and pissed off dante and garu cheering (he's just happy to be there) and edmond trying to be civil about letting everyone participate
they are out in the garden. touching grass: yaku is gardening. blade is collecting bugs. garu is digging holes. kuya is bewitching plants at random to spew sex pollen into someone's face (i feel like this is his superpower in SEVERAL fics and i am not complaining). quincy is trying to nap
.but .
he chose the worst place to do it. in the middle of nature's playground (aster's garden)?
garu's kicking up dust into his face. blade is shoving random insects into his face and asking identification questions. yaku screams when he inevitably falls to the kuya traps. kuya can't resist watching the little ones (yakugaru) play with dirt. WHY would you choose to sleep here.
(Topper is nibbling all the edible plants in the garden while skillfully avoiding all the porn plot traps with his superior Toppinstincts)
now for 3 ! single character HCs.......
kuya: wanders the marketplace, and often sees those anti-aging creams with LOFTY claims to their power... he always mocks them and insults the intelligence of all the vain people clamouring to buy the stock.
later that day you will see kuya at home, trying those very same creams (procured illegally, of course, because why pay for anything ever) and pretending like he's zero percent interested in the results
rei: in the same situation will just as quickly mock the creams but unlike kuya he'll mean it and will NOT be caught applying the gloop all over his face later. "lmao it's just sunscreen who even believes this shit"
yakumo: i like to give him sneczema sometimes. i know it's implied that everyone in gay gacha has perfect skin forever *waves hand dismissively* BUT
imagine that he loves working with his hands but the sneczema can flare up if he's too rough on em, so he compromises by wearing his gloves. protect that vulnerable skin, yaku!! [insert pun about scaly skin]
His SR clothing material seems soft.
Aesthetic reason: slippery smooth like the idea of snek.
Practical reason: coarse textures can aggravate skin 😔 only the silkiest coverings for a scaly boy...
i mean. yaku prefers the wet cave environment so we gotta keep an eye on his humidity. too dry and he'l'l turn into a wafer (like in Solaria that One Time)
is this just an excuse for me to mist him with a spray bottle ? at random times because it just seems like fun? perhaps. spritzspritz
#i wanted to only respond to this ask when i had the biggest most brain blastingest thorough intrIGUING headcanons but#i. i don't think we're gonna reach that point.#whatever's floating in my brain is as good as we're gonna get haha#and you've waited long enough... probably? i've lost track of days#can't...t hink... of a specific theme of headcanon.... encompassing every clan member..... *furrows brow in concentration*#sighs. you know how you could have a bunch of ideas but they're all swimming around rapidspeed and you can't actually collect them#until someone prompts you with a VERY SPECIFIC casting line and oh! suddenly! access to thoughts unlocked!!!!#if u just ask me what i think about generally it's. fluff. fluff and food. brain simple#but if u ever wanna try and target my cortex with a specific prompt#throw it at me 😁😁#asks
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I love ur BEN design :3 Hes my n1 silly hivemind virus frfr!! Do u have any hcs about him?? I love consuming any content that’s with BEN
You have open the flood gates.
These ideas will bounce around so, forewarning I suppose! There is also pictures included if you are interested :3c TW BODYHORROR
BEN or Behavioral Event Network is kinda different in my mind. I always see people portray BEN as a single person, usually as a sort of stoner or child which I dont mind but I always wanted to see more. Considering BEN is a hivemind of people I like to headcannon that BEN is in fact a sort of entity from the haunted game cartridge which was then emulated onto the internet.
This was the gateway for BEN to be a giant virus which infected network and internet itself, right down to the electrical flow due to the hivemind he is. Souls spreading across the multitude of computers and homes.
Of course BEN is the foreman, the front and the mouthpiece, but the souls who are forever trapped (such as the moon children) manifest as expressive eyes which infect his body and face.
Another headcannon I have is that BEN's mouth doesn't actually move, or at least his single row of teeth don't.
They only split into two separate rows of teeth at the sight of soul collection or energy stealing :3c
^^ Yes BEN feeds off of souls like Slenderman would but the difference is it being the modern age he is able to feed off of bursts of electricity, so when people have power surges or outages it is most likely BEN eating your electricity bill up.
I also love to think he is still a stupid stoner and a nasty bitch (because the internet is just a nasty place at times) and a link-look-a-like. Those to me don't change because it's just what I grew up with basically ahah!
Another tell-tale sign of him being in the area is after heavy rainstorms or hurricanes. Despite the deathly fear of water he has the faint scent of a thunderstorm. Like a lightning strike, the burn of wet wood or rotting, bloated corpses dragged from waters. Trails of water dripping across your hardwood floors from the computer.
I think it is a strange visual :]!
I also like to think the music that always wad around in the game is faintly played through any electronic device in the area. So faint you can barely hear it over the humming buzz, the heartbeat of electricity.
I miss the creepiness of creepypasta, so my versions at this point are very, cosmic horror like? Is that the right phrase? Incomprehensible at points only but to me I suppose. The ones I can get away with a least!
OH!! BEN also LOVES deep sea creatures! Has a huge fear and fascination of the waters below! Those strange and creepy species? Yes, hell fucking yes, will even bug Tobias or Jeff to sculpt him wooden sea creatures providing a plentiful of reference work. (Yes those two sculpt(carve?)!)
He is also the designated bitch boy in fixing devices used by the gang. Proxies (old fucks) need it the most and he even needs to help out a couple people who are out of his way. The way he gets to all these people so fast is through the electric lines and lay-lines. Since both can produce electricity even through areas with no suburbia/industrial lines.
He also listens to breakcore songs. The sporadic constant drone of noise can drown out the voices and truly give him peace of mind (and everyone around him a migrane lol). I don't think anyone (maybe other than Nina?) would like his taste in music.
Thats all I could come up with for now! :]
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Headcanons for Regressor!Sayaka Maizono or Regressor!Sonia Nevermind? (@peppermintprincess-ava)
OFCC, Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy it :D
Regressor Sonia Nevermind Headcanons!
Sonia regresses to more of a kid space, about 5-8, she's definitely old enough to run around and play pretend games!
I'd imagine her regression being mostly voluntary, but just so she can keep the involuntary parts in check. Being the heir to the kingdom throne is stressful, so this is one of the ways she copes!
She loves playing with her stuffed animals and treating them as her royal subjects that she takes care of. She definitely makes a castle out of pillow forts and let them stay with her! She'll read stories to them, help them out with made-up problems, and even give them tours of the castle!
She doesn't need a caregiver, but she wouldn't mind having someone to play with! Her go to would DEFINITELY be saving her stuffies from dragons or maybe even a tea party!
Not very bratty at all, likes following the rules, but sometimes finds it hard to. Why do all the boring, not fun stuffs when you can play and watch cartoons?
Whenever she's not playing or watching cartoons, she's usually napping because she has a lot to do outside of littlespace for her kingdom.
Wants to play with other regressors, but she's a little reserved/private about her regression and doesn't feel comfortable enough for that. She thinks it would ruin how others viewed her.
Prefers drinking from plastic cups with the little cartoon character designs on them, same goes for the plastic plates! Loves them to be animal or disney princess themed.
Sonia loves to wear dresses, skirts, and cute tutus but occasionally she'll wear shortalls or something more suitable for when she goes outside!
As a kid, Sonia wasn't allowed to play outdoors and get messy, (It was un-ladylike and inappropriate for a royal member) so she takes the chance to do it once she's regressed, and she LOVES it! Picking flowers, putting her hands in the dirt, chasing after butterflies, and watching/playing with little bugs are her favorites! Lots of giggles WILL be heard from afar.
ADORES playing with the velcro cutting pretend food toys! She loves creating little sandwiches and other foods for her stuffies to enjoy! Sometimes, she'll just even pull them apart just because it's satisfying and makes a cool noise.
Is the type of regressor to decorate her face with ALL the stickers she can find! It makes her feel super silly, but also cute! (Don't let her find make-up....that will be a disaster)
Likes reading fantasy/mythical books, but doesn't always finish them. She tends to read a couple pages, and then just flip through just to see the pretty pictures of the creatures!
Feels too old for a pacifier, so she's very prone to nibbling on her stuffies instead!
Bath time is maybe just a LITTLE too long because she gets caught up in playing with her toys... (She always uses bath bombs)
Always has some type of accessory when regressed, whether its a tiara or some cute hair clips, she's got it!
She actually doesn't like being called princess when regressed because it reminds her of her big girl responsibilities of the kingdom. She actually prefers kiddo, little one, baby, or any other name that makes her feel anything but big.
Sonia is a pretty sensitive little, maybe it's because of the facade she has to put up when big, but little things might set her off and make her all fussy or crying. It's okay though, because letting it out and hugging her stuffies always makes it better!
"Sir Ravioli, would you care to attend my tea party?! As a thanks for comforting me!"
#agere community#sfw agere#agere post#agere blog#fandom agere#agere headcanons#regressor headcanons#sonia nevermind#danganronpa#little headcanon#agere#sfw regression
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-- Feel free to add me on Discord: "thepiguy1" ! I really struggle to start conversations though, so don't expect too much from me teehee --
List of Things That are PiGuy Approved:
My darling mutuals
Especially @/otomeroids, @/felignis, @/bumblingbee1, @/ariothesnekdragon, @/sw4mp-c0rp3s, @/scalproie
Tekken
Real Bout Fatal Fury Special
Capra demon from Dark Souls (i think i hauve covid)
Fighting games
Crabs and other crustaceans
Risk of Rain 2/Returns
@/metalgearsolidyaoi (not just because of the url)
@/nyattosfw's nyamazaki art
@/plutobody's risk of rain art
@/shiroboom's tekken art
Devil jin from tekken 8 (i want him to kill me /romantic)
The faggots and the dykes and the trannies and so forth
Transmasc people also get a special mention because every trans guy I have ever met has been extremely cool
Silly cats
Noita
The Tumblr Kazuya Stans (you know who you are)
Billy Kane from king of fighters (i think hes cool)
Billy Kane EX from RBFFS (he resonates with me on a spiritual level)
Tarot cards (don't believe in them very much but i like the aesthetic)
lawyer yaoi
Elden Ring
Claudio Serafino from tekken (hes pretty)
Monster Hunter
Dire straits (the band)
Midnight oil (the band)
Guity Gear (the game)
Van halen (the band)
Skyhooks (the band)
The clash (the band)
@/kpopisntreal and @/cth297 for being the two people i helped by making a reference sheet for a Risk of Rain character (yadda yadda two nickels you get the idea)
Ultrakill
Treasure of the Rudras
People with any sense of self-awareness
Freestyle Gunz: Infinity
Boys who whimper
The Rain Formerly Known as Purple by Chris Christodoulou
Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix
Highway Star by Deep Purple
Boys who meow
Spiders (when they are bugs on my screen and not creatures approaching me)
Jerma Nine-Hundred and Eighty-Five
Pronouncing hard g's as soft and vice versa
Team Fortress 2
Clearing the cache
Magpies and crows
Fluidics
DNI IF:
telling terfs and phobes and such to DNI isnt gonna do anything but the sentiment remains
^^ this is my only serious DNI
you main akuma in tekken 7
you still refer to bridget with he/him
you aren't fucking with awesome sauce
you aren't a teeheemaxing yaypilled ^_^cel
you think Real Bout Fatal Fury Special is a bad game
you only rb pictures of like. celebrities and sports players
@ that one fucker who keeps blazing those hockey player posts. saficz or whatever your name is. come over here and fight me bitch
you don't kill people with your teeth every now and then
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Have another thingy from school!
Alright, I have…a weird couple of characters. I can’t even explain why I love these characters so much. So, to start: Pal Percy from Playtime with Percy. I want you to be prepared for this dummy. When I say Pal Percy, you probably think of a friendly little guy, right? A little buddy, a little friend, just a tiny little pal. Well, tiny and little are a few ways to explain one of my favorite characters. Now, he has a very pitchy and bit crushed voice that you’d hear from a kid’s toy. Okay, now we’re getting closer to this little guy. His voice is like a kid’s toy! Like a Leapfrog branded thing, how sweet…! He was designed to be your best friend. He’s a small toy that’s designed to be your best friend. He’s similar to a Tamagotchi so he can’t be dangerous at all. He’s just a little guy like Flowey from Undertale or Wheatly from Portal 2. Fun fact, that’s where his character came from!
Okay, now allow me to show you an image of our little buddy we’ve made^^! I made the words bigger so you have no true idea.
Okay, back to normal text. Wh-What do you mean he’s completely insane and is obsessed with being ‘Your Best Pal’ to the point where he’ll kill you if you deny him-? Not only that, he’s made creatures, has wires, is parasitic (a word that has lost all meaning for me because of the obsessive tamagotchi), and has taken over a large animatronic for his bossfight!
Now onto his little buddies! The TamaTerrorz ♥ ️ ✨. These little buggers are absolutely adorable. This isn’t a fakeout. I genuinely adore these tiny creatures. They’re aggressive in game but practically everyone in the Playtime with Percy fandom has fully agreed that these creatures would be adorable beans if Pal wasn’t controlling them. There’s 4 in total (5 if you count TamaMunchi despite him being an easter egg). I like them all. I actually have a list!
TamaBruti
TamaLanki
TamaRoachi
TamaMunchi
TamaOpti
And I’ll list my reasons after photos!
TamaBruti: I really like how silly TamaBruti looks with his extremely dilated eyes. I cannot take him seriously like that. TamaBruti represents the arms (Known as TamaBruti_Arms… in the fake credits before the fight). He’s also the living definition of a brute. The way he gets to you? Simple, he punches down the walls and enters your room like he’s the Kool Aid Man. Hence why I gave him the nickname: ‘TamaKoolAid’. Also, all of his models look extremely derpy. Ruined-Cade after you defend yourself from him? He sits down on the table and contemplates his decisions. Broken Storage? He’s just staring at the camera without a single thought behind his eyes. Gnawed Playroom? He is observing the hallway at a 45 degree angle. Does it make any more sense at that angle, bud?
TamaLanki: I just like his design. He lives up to his name; he’s lanky. I think of him as being rather violent and I think he screeches a lot when he doesn’t get his way. Some people hc him as trans because of the character on his screen (mouth?), who is a girl and I think that’s super cool. He is the body (TamaLanki_Body… in the fake credits). TamaLanki is super cool in my opinion. Also, they’re your ticket out and away from Pal Percy as he is connected to the power and you need to complete his minigames to electrocute Pal. So, naturally, TamaLanki is in your office at all times of the boss fight. If you ignore them, unlike Pal (IN THE EARLIER NIGHTS), he’ll just kill you. I think he’s pretty neat.
TamaRoachi: I don’t have a big paragraph to give about these bugs. I like them solely because I heard one of their funky noises and they sounded like a rabid bulldog. I thought this was funny and grew attached to these Roachies. They are in the false credits as TamaRoachi_Legs… that’s it!
TamaMunchi: This one isn’t even in the boss fight. He can appear in the custom night for the bossfight though. Only the custom night though. He doesn’t have a thing in the false credits but looking at concept art has him labeled as ‘Jaws’, which…yeah, he definitely has no doubt. I’m pretty sure everyone just agrees that TamaMunchi is dog-like and I really like this idea. Admittedly, I thought they looked more like a mouse at first. My eyes have opened though and Munchi is clearly a puppy doggo. Someone even added them into Minecraft and I have decided to switch Roachi and Munchi around
TamaOpti: …They’re…just neat. I honestly have no opinions on Opti (Sorry Opti Fans!!). They’re the smartest of the TamaTerrorz and I headcanon that they take control as the leader if Pal isn’t present. I also can’t give a big ol paragraph to this guy. They just exist to me. I like their design. Here, they’re labeled as TamaOpti_Eye in the fake credits. I apologize to the Opti fans again. I can’t tell a lot about this guy.
And that’s it! I have said everything! Mreh!
#playtime with percy#school assignment#i had to write about my favorite characters#and why#by the way
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I'm of the assumption that you're a Shiver fan do you wanna explain some HCs or reasons you like her?👂👂 I'm interested (I like her too 😋)
oh boy. do you even know what you've done? I am going to talk about this blue creature SO MUCH!!!!! (no but fr thank you for enabling me to talk about one of my fav characters!!!)
I'm just gonna be rambling with no general direction, so i apologize if this gets a smidge confusing..... Everything else will be under a read more since i don't want this post to make it hard to scroll through my blog if it gets too long.
so.. Splat 3 was my first game in the series. I knew about the other splatoon games obviously, and i was eagerly awaiting splatoon 3 since by the time i got a switch it would have been a waste to buy splat 2. So i went into splatoon 3 with very minimal knowledge of the characters/setting.
But when i saw Shiver in the Deep Cut announcement trailer??? It was love at first sight. Blue is my favorite color and the swag Shiver has is off the charts. Plus the hype around a potentially nonbinary character?? And imma be honest, i'm a sucker for smug characters. Especially the ones who are secretly failures. It's just one of my fav tropes.
So in short: Shiver was a character who had a lot of appeal for me in the beginning. But slowly over time as i came to learn more about her and the rest of Deep Cut, i came to appreciate them even more in new ways. Shiver is smug, sarcastic, and can come off as mean or over the top. But she is also silly, quirky, and has a lot of love in her heart for others. She cares about Frye, Bug Man, and all of Splatsville. She says silly things that don't make sense. She likes puns. She takes the time to listen to Sheldon's rambles. She is so much more than what you see on the surface. And it can be so easy to see her teasing her bandmates and assume she is mean or cold hearted. But she genuinely is such a fun character!!!!
Her grace, her gnc swag, her cringefail aura, everything about her makes her an amazing character.
And now, for some headcanons in no particular order:
I kinda see Shivers gender as "whatever is funniest/best in the moment. Commit to the bit of genders. But if i had to pick one thing to headcanon them as it would be pangender or maybe genderfluid. Uses all pronouns plus some shark themed neos like bite/biteself and fin/finself and anything else like that. Im gonna be mostly sticking to she/her and they/them for this post just cuz i think that's what people will be most used to. But really any gender hc for Shiver is correct in my head. MTF? Correct. Nonbinary? Correct. FTM? Correct. Genderfluid? Correct/ Bigender? Correct. Anything and anything goes an i love seeing everyone's takes on it!
I'm gonna go ahead and say trans woman Shiver has a special place in my heart. I just feel like i never see anyone hc this but i also feel like it works?? Idk... The same can be said for genderfluid Shiver. I myself am genderfluid so i rlly like that hc!
Mayhaps has a touch of the tism. (me too) I just feel like she doesn't read social cues well. Can mask really well but doesn't do it around Frye and Big Man for the most part. I think all of Deep Cut is autistic tbh. With Frye having ADHD as well. (ME TOO)
I'm caught between the headcanons of "secretly rlly strong cuz of archery" and "lowkey weak cuz it would be funny to contrast w Frye being strong". But i lean more on the side of both of them being strong. Just Frye having more obvious muscles. But if you look at Shiver she def if strong. And graceful. Like a predator built for ambush or stalking. She moves with purpose. Ya know what i mean? Like she seems very graceful and delicate at first but that is NOT the case.
I gotta be careful or this will turn into general Deep Cut hcs cuz i wanna talk about Big Man and Frye as well lol
Loses her temper easily. Can be petty when things don't go her way.
Master Mega is very special to them. She spent a lot of time with him when she was younger and her parents were busy.
Shiver whistles a lot as a stim/just for fun.
Big Man and Frye are the best hype men ever for Shiver. There are certain points in the game where she says absolute nonsense but those two are right there to back her up. They also don't understand what he's saying, but they are gonna act as if it's the smartest thing ever. Shiver thinks she is the coolest thing ever and those two only enable her. (dw. every once in a while they knock her down a peg by returning her teasing)
Shiver is the type of person to spend 30 minutes making her food look pretty before she serves it. It has to look good or else.
Is a decent cook. Frye likes to steal bits of food from whatever she is working on so Shiver will playfully smack her with her fan and shoo her out of the kitchen.
Is very proud of her singing. She worked very hard to get it as perfect as it is.
Probably used to have a violent streak in middle school, would bite people. Has since learned to control her anger better.
Very confident. Isn't afraid of things like public speaking.
Gets annoyed easily when overstimulated. Sometimes snaps at people when the environment is too noisy/bright or if she is tired. Tries to apologizes afterwards.
Speaking of apologies, she is the type of person to do something nice for you or get you food/a present for you rather tha admit she is wrong. Is embarrassed easily and instead prefers wordless apologies.
Is flustered easily. One of the ways to easily make her lose her cool is to do anything remotely flirty or to bring up something embarrassing she did in the past.
I could probably ramble more but it's LATE and i should head to bed. Thank you so much for the ask!!!! I had a fun time talking about my favorite blue goofball. <3
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on behalf of the person who asked about stardew valley yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
STARDEW VALLEY - Bachelor & Bachelorette Tickle Files
Haley
Ticklishness Rating: 7/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Armpits, Neck
Though far from the most sensitive creature on earth, Haley deeply despises being tickled. Her body essentially rejects anything that makes her look silly or less-than-perfect. Doesn't sit well with that somewhat unintentionally-bitchy Queen Bee persona.
Reacts with volatile spurts of anger. Her first impulse is to viciously smack her attacker's hand, multiple times if necessary.
Doesn't so much "laugh" as "struggle to stay quiet and occasionally let out a strained yelp." Like a barking Shih Tzu.
If Emily decides to bug Haley by tickling her, she doesn't hesitate to strike back. Haley's tickle attacks tend to be sharp jabs with her fingernails. Mean, not playful.
Alex
Ticklishness Rating: 7/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Abs, Ribs, Armpits
Unusual Ticklish Spot: Elbows
Cocky gym machismo personified. Gets embarrassed by anything that makes him look vulnerable and really doesn’t want anyone to know he’s ticklish.
Has a sharp fight-or-flight panic response (usually the latter) to being tickled. Thanks to his tragic relationship with his father and the loss of his mother, he’s become reflexively a bit touch-averse. :/ Harbors a slight distrust of that sort of closeness.
Not the most physically affectionate, so he’s not really much of a ler. The idea never really occurs to him.
Abigail
Ticklishness Rating: 9/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Tummy & Sides
Secretly loves it when her significant other pulls her into their lap and squeezes her sides. (Tickle fight/make-out session combos are one good way to get her engine revving.)
Often slaps a hand over her mouth to contain her bubbly, excited laughter. She doesn’t like her laugh, but everyone else thinks it’s adorable.
She's very squirmy, and she kicks. But don’t worry - she’s having fun!
Her pet guinea pig, David, always crawls all over her when she's relaxing, and she gets the giggles something fierce.
Watch out - she always retaliates, and has a blast doing it. Big on using baby talk and teasing when she's got someone pinned down.
Most of her tickle attacks consist of squeezing hard with all five fingers splayed out.
Sebastian
Ticklishness Rating: 9/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Sides
Just look at this dude. Closed-off, emo, temperamental, somewhat cold to strangers...everything about him says "I'm deathly ticklish but will kill you if you touch me."
Whenever someone else around him gets tickled, he becomes visibly uncomfortable. Given his proximity to Maru, this can be a problem.
Has a gravelly chuckle, thanks to the smoking. Gasps and coughs a lot when he laughs.
Will plead with you & yell at you to stop as soon as you start attacking him.
Doesn’t really fight back - runs like Jason or Freddy are chasing him. Might scratch you involuntarily.
Maru
Ticklishness Rating: 10/10!
Most Ticklish Spots: Tummy/Sides, Belly Button, Feet…everywhere! ��
Favorite Tickle Spot: Bellies
A totally adorkable cuddle bug! Everyone around Maru knows how ticklish she is and she's an absolute joy to have in your clutches.
Has a low-pitched, throaty, bubbly giggle punctuated by the occasional squeal.
Still gets tickled by her mom (Robin) all the time. Everyone in the family loves pinching her sides. ^^
A champion at tickle fights and a big fan of blowing raspberries on tummies. Very physically affectionate with friends & loved ones.
Attacks with wiggly, shuffling finger movements. Likes to tease with the “Cootchie cootchie coo!” type of tickle-talk.
When her father first married Sebastian’s mom, she tried cheer-up tickles to get on her new bro’s good side…but quickly discovered this was a bad idea.
Sam
Ticklishness Rating: 6/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Ribs
Frequently acts as something of a surrogate father to his little brother Vincent. If Vincent ever needs cheering up (or if the older sibling is losing in a video game), Sam won’t hesitate to start a tickle fight.
He’s always been quite a troublemaker…as a little kid, his friends often “taught him a lesson” by pinning him down and tickling him.
Will always fight back and dish out whatever he gets!
Likes to tickle girlfriends and sometimes uses it to flirt with groupies.
Emily
Ticklishness Rating: 8/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Armpits
Unusual Ticklish Spots: Wrists
Her biggest priority is “positive spiritual energy,” so she’ll eagerly participate in anything that builds happiness & trust & good vibes. If that includes tickling in someone’s case, then she’s up for it.
Loves to laugh. Hers is squeaky, high-pitched, and fast - it vibrates like jello.
You’ve really gotta hold her down - she thrashes like crazy. Describes being tickled as “sucky” when it happens, but “exciting” afterwards.
Tries to break down her sister’s barriers with skittery tickle attacks. She loves annoying Haley like that, though she’s not always overly-fond of the resulting payback.
Measuring her customers to make clothes for them has occasionally led to accidental ticklish moments, which always makes her giggle.
Penny
Ticklishness Rating: 9/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Neck, Toes
Can’t stand being tickled, in any capacity. You’ll get her to beg for mercy just by wiggling your index finger at her.
As you can imagine, she didn’t get much affection as a kid, especially from her mom. She’s not used to tickles and has basically no resistance built up.
Her entire face goes absolutely scarlet when she’s touched. Jittery & shivery. Won’t sit still. It’s cute. ^^
Has a soft, airy laugh that’s almost barely audible.
Leah
Ticklishness Rating: 7/10
Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Hips, Balls of Feet
Though she doesn’t have a particular affinity or dislike for tickling, Leah would make a great ler, thanks to her creativity, love of discovery, and artistic hands.
Always happy to learn that others are ticklish. When she’s tickling, she likes to experiment, poking and prodding all over until she finds every weak spot.
Her voice drops an octave and she gasps a lot when she’s laughing. Laughs from in her stomach and the back of her throat.
Loves foot rubs…as long as you don’t tickle. ;)
#tickling#tickle blog#tickle#tickling community#tickling headcanons#headcanon#tickle headcanon#sfw tickles#sfw tk blog#sfw tickling#stardew valley#stardew valley hcs#sdv haley#sdv sebastian#sdv maru#sdv alex#sdv penny#sdv sam#sdv emily#sdv abigail#sdv leah#sdv
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Name: Ghost Gordo
Debut: Kirby: Triple Deluxe
Did you know that the very first non-Mario character featured, and in fact among the earliest posts on this blog, was Gordo? It’s true! You can read that post and gawk at the relative lack of exclamation points compared to more recent ones. Anyway. Gordo’s whole Thing is being entirely invincible... but then, how did it become a GHOST?!
The answer is...! I don’t know, but I don’t think this is actually the ghost of a Gordo, but a ghostly creature that happens to be quite similar to a Gordo, which is obviously an ideal form in this world. Just look at Sectra Gordo!
This thing is so silly. I don’t know if those are six pointy legs or just regular ol’ spikes, but this is 100% a beetle that convergently evolved a Gordo-like form, not a species of Gordo itself. It is never seen opening its elytra, and instead of flying, just Hovers. It is a life hack! Bugs do not need to use their wings if they can simply hover.
Anyway, ghosts are great at hovering, and this is about Ghost Gordo! In its first appearance, Ghost Gordo appears in haunted stages, of course, and like other ghosts in this game, has the unique attribute of being visible in mirrors, but not outside of them. If you are brushing your teeth and see Ghost Gordo in the mirror, be careful! It is real, and it CAN hurt you. Other than this though, they behave just like normal Gordos, even having their spikes move similarly.
Ghost Gordo made no appearances for 8 whole years, but yowza! Yippee! In Kirby and the Forgotten Land, Ghost Gordo gets to REALLY shine, and be more than just a slightly different Gordo. Let’s see why!
Now, for the first time in HISTORY, Ghost Gordo sleeps. Good night! It sleeps in the dark, just like me! By now you may have noticed that the Forgotten Land images all have its spikes the same size, and that is another new thing that makes it stand on its own- rather than its spikes constantly moving and changing size, Ghost Gordo’s spikes are now static, always the same size, and I really like that!
When Kirby learns how to harness and produce the miracle of light, Ghost Gordo will wake up! Just like I would in that situation! And then, they will approach. They will just watch, and float toward him. Ghostily. Some ghosts may use the dark to make mischief, but Ghost Gordo just wants to sleep, dagnabbit! That being said, they don’t seem malevolent, just curious if anything. They can’t help it if their bodies are dangerous, but they are oh so interested in this strange being that has entered their home! Whenever the light is turned back off, Ghost Gordo will go back to sleep. Good night!
I may have said that Ghost Gordo is probably not the ghost of a Gordo, BUT we have in fact seen a living Gordo with the same spike configuration and lovely single eye! In Dream Land 3, there is a variety of Gordos, used in minigames hosted by funny friends, one of these Gordos being quite similar to Ghost Gordo! Maybe Gordos can become ghosts after all, but only that specific Gordo species? Or maybe they are not truly Dead ghosts, but just ghostly creatures. Maybe some Gordos decided to hang out with ghosts in dark haunted places! In the dark, they eventually lost their pigmentation, and learned how to become invisible with the help of Real Ghost Magic. The more isolated population in the New World even developed an entirely unique set of behaviors! Wow. What a great animal!
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Hi there! Welcome to our blog!
“Hi! My name is Julie Joyful! I love playing games, sometimes I try to get Poppy to play with me, but she never wants to leave her barn, so I hang out with Frank more often! Poppy’s more like a sister to me anyways, but that’s not the point! Oh! And I also like singing and dancing and playing games! Wait…. I already said that, didn’t I? Silly me! Frank and I made up this game where we look around for bugs or sticks or flowers and when we find one, we give it to the other and see who can name it faster! I’ve learned a lot about bugs from Frank, they’re really cool! Plus, we also sing together sometimes too! :D”
“Hello, my name is Frank Frankly! I’m not… quite sure what all this is about. Julie insists on documenting our friendship on this, “blog”. My interests include bug hunting and gardening! I’m particularly interested in butterflies, wonderful creatures aren’t they? Julie and I are in fact close friends, one might even call us best friends. Her antics are never-ending, always creating some new game, which usually is a gross mish-mash of other (more thought-out) games. I’ll never really understand her complete lack of regard for the rules. Frankly, I‘ve always felt there’s more fun to be had when everyone stays in line. Not-so-secretly, though, I do enjoy a good musical number! That’s something Julie and I will always agree on! At the end of the day, our friendship is a paradox that defys most logic. And yet, here we are! As closely nit as a blooming flowerbed.”
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it's the anniversary... of the game's development. idek why I'm making these at this point, I suppose because it gives me some kind of purpose or motivation to continue on despite the shit that's been happening in my life. The massive burnouts, the lack of motivation, my dayjob eating up my time to the point that I'm unable to sit down and work on the game.. the depression.. but I keep persevering..
Last year I released a remade demo of the game, where I rehashed the entirety of the game, from the gameplay to the story, the entire thing was changed.. And there were lots of struggles and hurdles I needed to surpass just to release a (somewhat) perfectly functioning demo, completely bug-free.. That's an achievement if I do say so myself... I did take a break from the game afterwards and ended up making Escape Button, a.. quite short and silly little experimental game where I tried to emulate a 'point-n-click' setting.. It's possible, you just gotta be a little creative. *pensive* For the most part it worked, and from there, I applied what I learned in Esc and slapped it into burdel borble, you will see what I mean in a few.. enough sob stories about my crippling depression and burnout, you came here for the good shit, but if I end up wallowing in my own self-pity, that's on me. I'm a tired creature, that is all I am..
I unfortunately did not receive any questions, so I may as well make up some questions you might wanted to ask me.
WHY IS IT TAKING YOU SO LONG?!
To put it bluntly, I'm a one man developer.. People might misinterpret what I mean by that, so let me elaborate. Other than music and the assets I receive from volunteers who want to see my game come to fruition, I am left to do everything else that isn't in the music department or general assets. Which means coding, mapping, setting up events, story and dialogue, constant beta-testing, yadda yadda. Other factors play in this, and it has to do with my day-job. Since I started my day-job back in February, all my focus shifted onto my work, so I have been unable to sit down and work on the game..
I know people want to see my game get finished someday, but idk when exactly that someday will be.. Might not be tomorrow or next year.. My fg does not have a deadline and it's better that way, so I don't end up stressing myself out.. When it comes out, I hope to make it into a grandiose deal or some shit like that..
For the most part, I'm mostly re-working on dialogue and certain events in game to make it pop a little bit more and make it look more.. mine you know.. like I made it with my own 2 hands..
WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR THE FUTURE?
Finish the game ofc, and then begin working on new projects.. I do have something in mind, might be another experimental one, who knows.. And ofc, finally kickstart my twocrown tutorial channel, where I post rpgmaker related tutorials.. I'll keep that short haha.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE SO FAR? WHAT WILL WE SEE IN THE FUTURE/FINAL VERSION?
Lots of things actually! Let's start with the most basic..
Animated facesets. It came to me in a dream lol So I wanted to try out a thing where the characters are able to speak. As in you see the faceset's lips move. This one took time to implement because I kept running into issues.. Then the bird brain awoke and was like: remember that large sprite tutorial for 2003? Make it for the facesets!
And so I did!!
Aleyes shop gets a bit of an overhaul! learning from Esc, I made a panorama for his little shop, where he will sell you goods. This is a point-n-click segment.. don't worry, there will be more, in the form of minigames and puzzles! they are fun to make!!
First person battle. Think Earthbound. Just think Earthbound!! This one comes with it's pros and cons unfortunately.
The major Pro here is that it will not be necessary to constantly change the battle sprites, all i have to do is just change the faceset and I'm moving on with my life.. the con? well, when their HP reaches 0, they are dead, but they're unable to show.. I'm trying to figure out a way to overcome this, but I am drawing blanks.. i do see potential in the window c variant (the first person view), I haven't seen much people use this type (WITHIN the fangames!! not outside, within!!!)
and that's about it I suppose.. I don't have much else to show cuz everything else is spoiler territory and I don't want to spoil!
So yea, happy anniversary, and.. let's hope I finish this game someday..
#borderline related#borderline (off fangame)#off (game)#off spinoff#off fangame#off (mortis ghost)#borderline (off spinoff)#rpgmaker#anniversary or some shit idk
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I've finally been playing more of the CotL Sins of the Flesh update (I was gonna stream it but my twitch is On Hold bc work/health stuff came up lol) and it's so much fun and also a little bit broken for me lmao. I accidentally damned Hallows to hell and she came back with all her sprites reversed so she was moonwalking everywhere and refused to look at me when I talked to her so I had to rekill, re-revive, and restart the game to fix her again and it's very fun. My first introduction to kids in the game was when two mammals (a bunny and a deer) had a dripping wet bug creature baby which wasn't a glitch but did catch me extremely off guard. Also I like the drinking mechanic way more than I thought I would!! They're very cute and it also means I get to see my girlfriend's avatar drunkenly beat Paul Blart 2 to death with her bare hands while everyone in the town square laughs. Plus I love making silly little outfits even if I'm really really really fucking bad at timing minigames :]
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