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The Orcas' Tale - Chapter III
I made it in time! This chapter really had me in a chokehold, idk why but it was the hardest one so far (even though everything is planned already). But regardless, I made it! Keeping up the one chapter per week feels pretty good, personally, and I hope you guys will find it enjoyable regardless! More actions is coming from here on out! This chapter was mostly "how many words can I come up with for the flesh of the fish, while three major characters are half fish, to avoid confusion?"
Fandom: Original Content
Pairings: Yandere!Orca Mermen x GN!Reader
Warnings: Yandere, Monsters, Butchering a fish, Manipulation (on both sides), Talking the reader/humans down, Threats, Dub-consensual touches, Animalistic behavior, Mention of claws/sharp teeth, Hinting at death, Long post
Eyeing the comb suspiciously, your gaze wandered over to Krill, meeting his brilliant red stare head-on.
You'd have liked to refuse any of their offerings, braving what the leader of these three creatures wanted from you. Thankfulness, dependency, submission. But what then? You couldn't imagine they had any qualms about killing you if you posed a threat (however small) to them. They'd have no hesitations to bite through your throat and cut open your flesh to be rid of you. At that exact moment, you decided this would not be where you'd die. Some situations required drastic measures, and this situation was intense enough that you'd need to do extreme things to get through it.
"I'm a little hungry," you relented, lowering your eyes and touching your belly. "What do you have there?"
Turning towards Nerrocan, you could watch his body tense. But this time, it wasn't from mistrust or dismissal. You could clearly observe the pride swinging in every skilled movement of his giant body as he climbed on top of the ledge, sinking his claws into the food as he dragged it closer to you. Only faintly did you register the clattering of the comb as Lyr threw it across the room, heaving yet another annoyed sigh while Krill gripped him by his shoulder, urging him to stay and play nice quietly. A victorious smile had crept on Krill's face when you briefly met his eyes, knowing that you had surrendered—for now. If the other two noticed, they didn't comment on it. This was only between you and their leader, and that's how it would remain.
Everyone gathered as Nerrocan turned the hefty chunk of fish on the ground; their tails dipped into the pool while they formed an uneven half-circle around you. Their bodies emitted no warmth, their closeness making you tense both from the anxiety and chill you felt. Krill's skin had warmed under your touch before, but you could tell the water must be significantly colder as there was no more warmth to find. Regardless, you kept reminding yourself of your will to survive, and as all of them seemed to relax, so did you, sinking to your knees slowly to not agitate anyone with rash movements.
You had to remind yourself of their animalistic nature, their tendencies to react harsher than humans would, no matter how advanced their minds were. All you did, you'd have to do carefully and gently, no matter how rough and uncaring they treated you in return. By the time you had sat down, Nerrocan still wasn't through with twisting and inspecting the heavy-looking piece, and you caught his eyes wandering, his gaze slithering up your legs and to your hands in your lap.
Compared to Krill's, his gaze wasn't harsh. Inquisitive and curious, maybe. But he looked at you thoughtfully as if he saw something that made him wonder. His hands kept moving over the animal's (you still hoped it was an animal) dead body until he eventually dug his claws into the flesh, ripping off a slice of the meat cleanly as if he had used a knife. That piece alone was bigger than his hand, perhaps more fitting to his forearm in length, but he lifted it with no trouble, holding it out to Krill first, who wasted no time snatching it from him.
Curiosity won as you looked at Krill opening his mouth and biting down, rows of sharp teeth cutting and tearing out a junk of the pink flesh. You should have known better. Because the first thought that came to mind as you watched him eat wasn't fascination about another lifeform, it was pure terror as you realized how easy it would be for your body to be crushed by these teeth. With a soft gasp, you forced your eyes away, staring at the stone beneath you, the only tangible thing you could rely on as your head turned woozy. It wouldn't have bothered you as much if it had been an animal you watched eat like this. But with that human face, it suddenly became hard to stomach.
"Nice catch," Krill praised, and Nerrocan let out a proud huff, appreciating the comment with a small whistle.
"Alright, hurry up! I'm starving!" Lyr complained, finally free to speak after Krill had the first taste of the prey. There was an unspoken hierarchy in this small pack, and Lyr crawled closer toward you, not bothered by the lack of distance between your bodies like you were, signaling you were at the bottom of it for him. If he wanted to squeeze between you and Krill to get to Nerrocan, he'd be laying in your lap any second now, and you considered getting up and out of his way.
But instead, Nerrocan's hand shot out, clasping over Lyr's face, who immediately dug his claws into Nerrocan's arm, tail thrashing behind him.
"It's not your turn. Don't be so impatient."
Muffled complaints rang out from behind Nerrocan's palm. Still, Lyr eventually slid back, earning you some space to breathe while he hissed at his packmate and angrily thrashed his tail. "What happened to respect your elders?" he snarled, and you could barely hold back a surprised laugh at hearing the old-as-time idiom that humans used from the merman. The sound sprang to your throat where you had to pretend to cough it out as to not be rude, but there was something endearing about finding similarities like these.
You watched as Nerrocan rolled his eyes and shook his head dismissively. Strands of hair fell forward as he patted down the food again, searching for something. You stretched your neck to see better, and he paused for a small moment, then placed his hand at the cut-open side. Digging his fingers into the flesh horizontally instead of vertically as he did for Krill's piece, he began lifting a long segment of the fish's body. With a sloshing sound, the part separated from the rest, flapping around in his grip as if it was alive before Nerrocan held it out to you.
If you were honest, you were already sick to the stomach just from Krill's eating and Nerrocan taking apart the food for everyone. Hesitant, you held out your hands, forcing your disgust into the bottom of your gut as he carefully placed the piece of fish into your palms. You'd probably never eat fish again in your life after this, but regardless, you put on a smile for him, mumbling a weak "Thank you" before Nerrocan could let go, your hands slumping into your lap as you underestimated the weight of the food significantly.
"It's the softest part. You should be able to eat it," Nerrocan explained as he watched you expectantly, waiting for your judgment on his catch. Warily, you gazed at the pink flesh, barely able to lift it high enough to eat from it. With both hands, you raised one side high enough to your mouth, bracing yourself with deep breaths. Thinking of a quick prayer to whichever deity would be listening, your lips parted as you reminded yourself to get it over and done with and survive. No offense could be taken if you ate a bit and praised the butcher, you hoped.
Your teeth sliced through the fish meat as if it was butter.
Nerrocan hadn't lied when he said it was the softest part. Heavy, yes. But soft like a well-prepared steak of a happy cow. Its taste was faint, the meat too fresh to have caught any of the fishy aftertaste you expected. At least, it didn't make you gag.
"It's good," you mumbled, still a bit surprised as you looked up to meet Nerrocan's eyes, watching as his shoulders sagged a little, the tension releasing from them.
"That's good," he replied, and for a split second, you thought the blue light illuminated a rise at the corners of his mouth. But when he returned to work on the remnants of dinner, you averted your eyes this time, focusing on another bite from your own piece. Only then did you catch the hand sneaking over your legs. Towards the piece of fish you had been given, claws digging into the soft flesh before pulling off a portion on the other end from the one you've been holding.
Water tickled your legs as Nerrocan splashed his tail fin into the pool, a small wave washing over Lyr, who pulled his hand back with a trophy piece of your food. "Wait. Your. Turn," Nerrocan hissed angrily, pulling off a slice like Krill's from the big junk and throwing it across the room, right into Lyr's shoulder like a wet socket.
"It's not fair that the human gets the best part!" Lyr complained, shoving his handful of stolen meat into his mouth before anyone could take it from him. "They can eat the rest like we all do!"
Eyes turned to Krill, who was finishing up his own piece. For the first time, you noticed he was tearing on his part of the fish as well, making you realize the first bite must have been from the tender meat that Nerrocan cut out for you afterwards. "Tough luck," Krill mumbled with his mouth full. He didn't have much to add to their argument as he worked his way through chewy flesh, lips smacking as he tore apart his food.
"Unfair," Lyr kept mumbling as he grabbed the piece Nerrocan threw at him, his teeth showing as he chomped down on it, seemingly having to work his way through it as well. Watching him almost made you feel… bad.
"We can share?" you offered, heaving your dinner into his direction as best as you could. Lyr's eyes beamed up with meat hanging from his mouth at your suggestion, but just as quickly, he sagged back down again, the gills on his neck flaring as he glared at something—or someone—above you.
You hadn't noticed Nerrocan crawling closer to you, all their movements so sneaky considering how big they were. Or maybe you were simply always distracted by one of them, unable to keep track of all at the same time. His piece of the catch hung from his mouth as he settled against the wall behind you, his tail close enough for you to lean on. There was a silent warning in his sharp gaze directed at Lyr. As if he was saying, "Don't even think about it."
The latter grumbled, turning onto his back before dedicating himself to his food, gnawing away at it. You looked back at Nerrocan, the casual way he was sitting behind you, and wondered if his dorsal fin was in the way of his comfort when your eyes met. Amber shone through the mysterious blue of the algae lighting up this room as he watched you, his gaze shifting from yours to your hands and the tiny bites you had taken from your food before he averted his eyes, silently nibbling away at his portion.
"Come to think of it," Krill spoke up just as you were about to take a third, tentative bite. Halting, you looked up at him, finding his eyes to be thoughtful as they had fixated on your dinner as well. Somehow their constant eyeing of your food made you quickly take another bite as if you had to fear them seeing your slow pace as an insult. "Nerrocan has a point. The human would probably struggle with this."
"What would they not struggle with?" Lyr sneered, mouth full of unchewed meat, drool mixed with juices from the meat dripping from his lips. Despite them eating at different paces, all three of them were as good as through with their food when you had barely taken five bites out of yours. No matter its soft and gentle taste, you couldn't bring yourself to stuff your face with the fish. Especially not when you wanted to listen in on their conversation and not concentrate on not choking.
"They can't swim as well as we do. Aren't as fast as we are," Lyr continued, counting up everything you'd rather not have spelled out. Bite seven started to turn sour in your mouth as you had to listen to their subtle insults.
"They have no sense of direction when they swim and can't feel the currents or movements of other creatures," Krill added, licking off juices from his elongated fingers. You began feeling sick as you cautiously took a ninth bite, not even halfway through your piece of meat yet.
"They can't breathe underwater, and their skin wrinkles if they are in it too long," Nerrocan added, strangely aware of your failings as a terrestrial mammal compared to him, who lived in the ocean. It was enough to finally make you lower your dinner despite not yet feeling full. But the free space in your stomach had been overtaken by anxiety. They weren't wrong—you had to admit that as much as it pained you. But every additional fact hurt like a stabbing, twisting knife to your gut.
"They can't hunt underwater."
"They can't dive very far."
"They hurt themselves when exploring the ocean."
Some people could, you were sure. Some trained, skilled, passionate individuals could pull off the things these mermaids were criticizing. But not you. You were glad that you could hold your breath for a decent amount of time without the help of a device to breathe underwater, but that was it. There was nothing special about your capabilities, and all you could hear from their complaints was: you're helpless.
Helpless, lost, weak.
"You're right," you suddenly agreed, and all eyes of the orcas who were eagerly counting the flaws of humans shot to you. Turning towards Lyr, you put on a brave smile, having never faced him directly even once in all this time. But he understood immediately when you lifted the leftover food from your lap and stretched your arms towards him. Scooting closer and patiently waiting for you to put your food into his openly waiting palm. Your eyes didn't linger to watch him scarf it down just moments later, instead focusing on the ground as you let yourself hang.
"Had you not found me, I'd be in a lot of trouble. I would have been incapable of keeping myself alive had I been left alone for any longer than I was."
Admitting your weaknesses never felt good. The relief you wished to come from speaking the truth didn't either. The good it did to acknowledge your dreadful fate didn't realize until you felt a slightly wet forehead bump against yours, and you startled, squeezing your eyes shut as your body assumed the worst. A chirp ringing in your ears forced you to open them again. Krill's face, only partially lit by the light but still recognizable, was all you could make out as he bumped his forehead to yours again.
"It's okay," Krill mumbled, calm and comforting. "You're safe with us."
There was finally some gentleness in his actions, his hard skull not clashing with yours, even when he turned his head to rub it along the side of your face. Hands cascaded down on you as bodies mingled, wet skin slipping over your wetsuit as Lyr squeezed into the equation, having finished his food. More heads bumped into your body, Lyr nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and Nerrocan scooted against your back.
It wasn't like they weren't heavy as they leaned against or on top of you, but they kept themselves in check, considering their own weight before putting it on you. In a matter of seconds, your mind was ringing with whistles and chirps, the sounds threatening to overwhelm you. But when you felt a deep purr at the nape of your neck, somehow, you managed to shift your attention to it, allowing it to ground you as it vibrated through your body.
Taking deep breaths helped elevate the feeling of being overwhelmed with the sudden touches of affection you were given. Your own hands had nowhere to hold on to and steady yourself, making your balance completely reliant on the three giant creatures inching closer at every chance.
"We got you," Lyr purred into your throat, causing goosebumps to shudder down your skin.
"We'll take care of you from now on," Nerocan added, and the shivers running through your bodies wouldn't stop, threatening tears to surface from your eyes. Even if it was their way of showing affection, their skin was beginning to stick against yours, their hands roaming too close to sensitive parts of your body. Despite being careful, their bodies were masses of weight pinning you down. Even if they meant well, their comfort was turning uncomfortable, and you began to feel suffocated by them.
"I… I need your help."
Speaking through their masses, you could feel their eyes open rather than see them; their attention focused solely on you as they listened intently. They clung to you stiffly and silently, waiting for your words before making their next move—deciding your fate with every following word you'd utter. Having all of their attention on you was unnerving, even though you knew they had observed you intensely before. Something about their irrational behavior made you believe they were still waiting for your acknowledgment. More of it, at least.
For you to beg and plead with them to help you survive this.
Your feeling went off on a whim with no evidence that they wanted you to behave this way. But with how close their fangs were to your throat, their claws to your vitals, and your brain still remembering the way they ate, it made too much sense that they were cuddly and gentle the second you admitted to your inferiority to them. Because they liked that. They liked it when you agreed with their warped senses of superiority. So when you said you needed their help, the words that followed were not what they expected.
"I can't do it on my own, but I have to find these peoples that put the trackers on you."
"Trackers?" Lyr asked, and you nodded, your soft throat squishing into his features as his face remained in the crook of your neck. You heard the tiniest of chuckles from below you as you moved, the warming feeling of your skin amusing him. You also rubbed your head against Krill's, but he remained silent.
"These thingies in your tails! The blinking ones!" you explained, and Nerrocan hummed into your hair in realization.
"I don't know…" Lyr slurred the words, puffing some air against the heated underside of your jar as if he was thinking about it. "I don't remember how we got there. But I do remember fighting with all we had to escape and being too exhausted to even lift a fin for days when we returned."
"It was a long swim for sure," Krill grumbled, slipping his head on top of yours to rest it there. "We might be able to find it again, but it's not something we can do with a stroke of a tail. There were many territories to cross and even more dangers chasing after us. It's a wonder we made it back in one piece, and we only had to look after ourselves."
Krill pulled away, eyes scanning over you, who was still smothered between his two packmates. "We didn't have to take care of a helpless human on top of it."
You breathed in sharply, hearing these words. A flash of frustration turning into anger overcame you as you had to hold yourself back from lashing out. It was panic that drove you to the extremes of your feelings, fear that they might not take you back and you'd be forced to stay here or die. Their skepticism about this trip was warranted if there was so much danger lurking, much less say what the humans would do when you put something so spectacular as these creatures in front of their faces again. But your anger would not bring you the results that you wanted. These three orcas didn't want your insistence, and they wouldn't take kindly if you were rude on top of it.
"You promised," you sighed, defeated, releasing the pent-up frustration with the air in your lungs and calming yourself. Weakly, you looked up at Krill, who met your gaze head-on, strong and defiant.
"I can't do it without you. I'm not strong or a good enough swimmer. I'm… not like you."
That was enough for Krill to preen himself, flexing his muscles. He liked to be reminded of the obvious difference between you and him and hated being questioned. That much you knew by now. You didn't tell him he would have made a terrible human, considering how prideful he was. It almost made you feel bad for manipulating him with your chosen words, but seeing how he lowered his guard every time you complied with his idea of you, it was almost too easy.
Krill's eyes moved behind you, exchanging glances with Nerrocan, who lifted his head from you with a slight hesitance. "We could make it," he confirmed your assumptions. "We're older and stronger now. There's also a chance those territories on the way might have disappeared since the last time we swam there. Circumstances are different now, Krill."
"But is it really worth the trouble?"
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Krill started blocking off the idea even when Nerrocan—who he trusted—agreed with you. He didn't like Nerrocan taking your side, but you were happy at least one of them did. Krill's eyes fell back to yours, and his features softened ever so slightly when he spoke again.
"You could just stay here with us. We'd take care of your needs for you. You'd be part of the pod. Why leave?"
"What if I get lonely?" you countered.
"You can't be lonely. You'd have us. There's nothing we can't give you that your kind can."
"I need sunlight! I can't stay in the darkness for very long. And what if I get sick? How will I get medicine?"
"We'll do what we have to do to keep you healthy. We know how to heal and have our ways."
"What if they don't work on me?"
"They will work."
His last argument wasn't more than a sharp hiss that made even the others tense. Krill wasn't budging as much as you could tell. He realized the harsh way he cut down your concerns when you flinched, obviously disagreeing and unhappy with his beliefs. Bringing a large palm to his face, he rubbed over it, looking as if this situation was giving him a headache.
"If you want to leave, be my guest. But it's here where you are safe and cared for. I promise you now that we won't let harm come to you and take care of your needs. Out there, we can't guarantee for anything. You'd be prey to anyone but us."
But how could you be sure?
Taking a deep breath, you sagged as the tension dispersed, the realization that you were powerless against someone as stubborn and confident as Krill washing over you. Exhaustion spread through your bones, this whole day having gone on for far too long. You weren't sure what time it was, but your mind was tired, your body thoroughly mangled after everything, and your will to continue fighting Krill nearing zero.
A hand reached up, cupping your cheek, and when you forced your eyes to open, you saw the soft violet of Lyr's peering up at you. He had long settled in your lap, always threatening to slip off your knees if you moved. Still, he kept himself light and comfortable without you having to do anything. "Would you like to sleep?" he asked, and you chuckled at the obvious expression you must have been making for him to figure this out.
"Yes," you confirmed. "Yes, I think I need some rest."
There was no real trust in Krill's words that they'd keep you safe, especially not when you'd be as vulnerable as you would be while asleep. But continuing like this had no future. You two would only argue until one of you would break down, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be you.
Looking up at the pool next to the edge, you wondered how deep it would go. How far away you were from the surface and from land to step on. Maybe, just maybe, you could make it. Perhaps they were lying to you, and you were close to home but trusting them naively that you were lost at sea still. A spark of fight lit up in you again, one that would make sure to get you out of here. They didn't seem to care that it was easy to leave them, allowing large gaps between their bodies for you to access the pool. It may be your death sentence one way or another, but they never tried to hide the obvious way out from you. There was a chance that leaving would be a great success, however slim it was.
But then again, what if Krill was right? Was it worth all the trouble? Was leaving really the right thing to do? Aside from being rough around the edges with their touches, they hadn't hurt you yet. But none of them made efforts to eat or kill you. Krill even indulged your curiosity instead of pushing you away. They've looked out and took care of you, and maybe someday they'd take you back to land and you'd have loads of information and studies on real-life fantasy creatures. Giving in to Krill's offers of safety and care would not guarantee immediate freedom but seemed like the easy way out without fighting and struggling as much. Plus, great rewards in the long run! But could you come to peace with this decision? A decision someone else made for you.
Lyr lifted from your lap, a weight coming off only to be replaced by a giant palm at your back and another hand slipping between your thighs and shins. Before you could protest, you were lifted from the ground bridal-style, Nerrocan hauling you over to the soft fur from before and setting you down on top of it gently as if you weighed nothing.
"Let's sleep over it," he murmured as he sat you down, releasing one hand to pull down a fur that had hung from the wall, draping it over your shoulders instead. "We can discuss it again after we've rested and cleared our minds. There's no need to rush."
Gripping the fur, you brought it in front of yourself, placing it over your legs and chest. It was just as soft as the one beneath you, and you appreciated the warmth starting to build beneath it, discovering just how cold your body actually was. Looking around you, you watched as Lyr settled on the far end of the ledge, yawning with his mouth wide open, and you realized they were all settling in for the night with you.
Krill laid down on his stomach between you and Lyr, resting his head on his arms. He faced away from you, sulking, but there was an ever-so-slight shift of his hip in your direction until it bumped against your leg, and he was satisfied. As if he was seeking your warmth, making sure you were there. Looking to your left, Nerrocan was the only one that hadn't completely relaxed yet, watching you sit between him and Krill stiffly.
"Rest up. You need the strength."
"I know," you mumbled, but still didn't move. The restless, panicked part of you still hadn't decided what to do, and your thoughts circled around your options.
"I'll keep watch. You're safe," Nerrocan insisted, thinking this was the problem. Well, he wasn't wrong. But were you really safe with these creatures? Could you ever be? Or were all of them just liars trying to bring out the most despair they could by attacking you while you'd least expect it?
Nerrocan laid down on his side, facing you and resting his head on his hand before patting the space next to him, urging you to settle. Your eyes swayed from his to the pool again as you weighed your options once more. You didn't want to stay with these creatures longer than necessary and be a slave to their whims. But you also felt anxious not knowing what awaited you outside his cave. Maybe things would become clearer about what you had to do once your mind was less muddled by exhaustion. After a good night's sleep, you could think of new ways and exit plans than you had so far.
#Mermay 2023#mermaids#mermen#yandere mermaid#yandere merman#yandere!mermaid#yandere!merman#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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Okay so early my Dumas was chewing on a glowstick idk why I like the crunch and my brother tells me to stop before I krill myself and I looked him dead in the eyes and bit tf out of the glowstick breaking it and green chimalcs are just coming out of my mouth,and while I was trying to clean my mouth I was wondering what if mammon had an s/o who's very playful and he'll just find them throwing those little tiny ass demons in the air or just straigh has a fucking tea party with them
(I think their called underlings)
Idk why I'm requesting this I'm just very eepy and want to chew on a glowstick anyways have an amazing day
Ps funny pictures
HELLO!! SORRY I DIDNT RESPOND TO THIS RIGHT AWAY I NORMALLY DO I WAS SICK
also LMFAO IM CRYING I HAD TO SHOW THIS ASK TO MY FRIENDS CUZ IT WAS JUST ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, I HOPE UR OKAY PLS DONT DIGEST GLOW STICKS!!
I do absolutely love this idea though, so here u go!! I'll do HCs but if u want me to write like, a one-shot for this just leave an ask! :D
- Mammon is very playful himself, so i think thats definitely where the attraction lies between you both! He can get so serious at times, but its always easy for him to unwind when you are there, joking about and toying and laughing with him.
- You are absolutely, completely and utterly crazy but he adores it so so much.
- When the two of you first met, he thought it was an act, much like his touchy-feely friendly jester persona. He thought that you put on this entertaining personality for those around you, and it worked, clearly, as it drew him in so intently.
- SO, when he quickly found out that it wasn't an act, was he GLAD.
- You both definitely play pranks on the other sins or royals.
- Nothing too serious, it wont get you in trouble! But, a pail of water on Asmodeus' firey head is sure to get a rumble going. Honey in the pillows of Beezlebub. Just enough to have them angrily shaking their fists as the two of you giggle and laugh amonst yourselves.
- However, though he can bounce off of your playful personality well, there are moments where you catch him off guard.
- The time he caught you eating a glowstick was utterly HORRIFIC. He wasn't sure if the chemicals could hurt you the same way they did with humans on Earth, but he was NOT taking that risk.
- Que him chasing you around like a dog with chocolate.
- His underlings both love you and fear you, because how you treat them depends on your mood;
- If your happy, your playful personality will leave them joyous and replenished, a nice addition to the stressing job of serving Mammon.
- You throw tea parties for them a lot! Mammon didn't know about this for a LONG while as you mostly did it when he wasn't around, knowing his keen nature for work.
- These tea parties however aren't the fancy kind most royals would be into. The kinds that, as Mammon's partner, you're supposed to be into. No these are more like that of a mad-hatters tea party; the table is too small for you because most butler imps and hellborns are tiny. Tea is being spilt. The food is on fire. It's just absolute chaos.
- The shock on Mammon's face when he found out these things were occuring under his manors roof was something you wish you could have taken a picture of.
- But he couldn't stay angry at you.
- On the other hand, when you're upset, those poor underlings are being THROWN.
- It's not even like an accidental, in the moment thing. You just enjoy throwing them. Mammon has even bought you a few personal underlings that are specially used for throwing. He really cares about your hobbies.
- Now then... this playful personality of yours is very helpful when it comes to flustering Mammon.
- You tease him a lot, flirtatously.
- He's all bark no bite. Great at dishing out commente that'll have you flushed but so horribly bad at taking it.
- So, just one little comment; maybe mocking his accent seductively, will have him looking away all shy and meek.
- All in all, it's your playful personality that draws Mammon toward you, he loves how easy he can get along with you and how you always know how to bring a smile to his face. Being a Royal Sin is hard but knowing that you will always be there for him is what gets him through each Hellish day.
I hope you like this!!! :D feel free to leave me more reqs i rlly like them! ur my no.1 fan forreal
ps. that picture is both really funny and horrifically scary omg 😭
#mammon hb#mammon hb x reader#hb mammon#helluva boss x reader#mammon helluva boss#i love him#i need him so bad#he is so cute#and silly#i hope he has a lovely day#and i hopd you have a lovely day
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The first thing a Vrul child ever learns is fear. Or at least, that was the first thing Krill ever learned. Under the eyes of the council, all young Vrul just out of Larvae state came to know that the universe, even their own world, was dangerous, uncaring, and full of hostility. And, at least to the Vrul, this was somewhat of a reality considering that the central cities and the councils of the Vrul homeworld had been made in response to a sort of fungal zombie apocalypse that occurred over thousands of years ago, so long that their people somehow managed to forget up until recently.
For these reasons, though they had been unknown to the universe at large, it was once assumed that Vrul neuroticism was simply a natural trait of their species, prone to overstressing and nervousness, but it turned out the behavior was a product of learned helplessness, repression and something like brainwashing that had been carried out for as long as anyone could remember.
The result?
Krill had never not been afraid.
Once upon a time he had spent most of his energy being afraid for himself, what could happen to him, what would happen to his career, what, what what, but when he had finally broken from the council and fallen in with a group of humans, that fear had turned into the fear FOR someone else; who would get hurt next, how could he protect them, what would happen if he didn’t manage to.
That fear had continued with him for the better part of a decade or so, but now….. Well Krill had a new fear.
A fear for the entire universe: what would happen if the void won, how would they stop it, and what could he even do to help. Ever since taking a step back onto arcadia, and becoming the dean of medicine and the chief of surgery, Krill had been happy enough to take on a more supporting role. He had mostly given up his active participation in everything that was going on content to do what he was best a.
In a time of peace, Krill really thrived, because in a time of peace there was no greater enemy than the reality of mortal frailty.
But now.
Things were getting bad again, things had gotten bad on a cosmic scale, and now he found himself back where it all started, on a ship headed towards the unknown, possibly death.
And he was terrified
He stared out at the vast darkness, the wash of black that dominated the reaches of the night sky. One of his cerebral hemispheres idly tried to count the stars but lost track somewhere in the thousands, and eventually gave up, his thoughts petering away into concern and frustration.
Krill the support class, he mused idly.
He had taken that metaphor from one of those tabletop role playing games Riss had roped him into. Krill had recommended it to his colleague once, and ever since Riss had roped him into a game every tuesday night with a dedicated band of very nerdy humans at the nearby dice shop.
Krill had chosen a barbarian as his incarnation, and Riss hadn’t failed to point out later that evening that the choice was somewhat telling about Krill’s own psyche. Krill had rolled his eyes at the shrink, but Riss had continued undaunted.
“You feel physically inadequate in your everyday life. You are surrounded by people and beings who have the capacity for immense strength, durability, and combat skill, and despite all your intelligence, all your knowledge, you are easily squishable, like a support class wizard.” he tacked on thoughtfully to the end.
Krill did not like being psychoanalyzed, which was funny considering the person he had chosen to cohabitate with.
What Krill was to medicine, Riss was to the mind. Krill admired his dedication, intelligence and ability to have a rousing argument, but sometimes the little vrul was incredibly punchable. The more annoying part was that Riss was actually bigger than Krill, by about an inch, and thicker in the limbs, so even if Krill wanted to punch him, it probably wouldn’t do any good.
Krill, like most medical professionals of the body, had thrown away Riss’s opinion out of hand and grumbled about how his “analysis” was simply a matter of opinion and not a very good one at that, while also secretly knowing that Riss had just been pointing out an obvious truth that krill himself refused to acknowledge.
He was weak
And he hated it
He told everyone he was fine with staying behind where it was safe, and he wouldn’t have been lying if the others he cared about were willing to do the same, but he was surrounded on all sides by a bunch of self sacrificial heroes, and none of them ever did anything unless it was to their own detriment.
And krill could do nothing.
Not until after the fact when things might have already started to get out of hand.
He hated watching them go off without him to do dangerous things only to sit there and twiddle his antenna while he waited for them to return. Not to mention, when you are support class stuck in a group of tanks, you sometimes tend to get left behind through not intention of the tanks.
It’s just, he simply couldn’t keep up.
Oh and this was not even to mention all the fear he had surrounding his own progeny: Clotho, Atropos and Lachesis, but if he opened that can of worms right now, he would probably drown in it.
“Now that’s a brooding face if I ever saw one.” Riss said from the doorway.
Krill looked up from his warm cup of sugar water, and turned away from the vast reaches of space, and the shattered carnage contained within, “This is just my face.”
Riss shook his head and stepped further inside, four legs dancing easily around the door before shutting it behind him, “No, that’s a brooding face.”
“I am always brooding.” Krill shot back stubbornly
Riss smirked, “Yeah but this is the more serious kind of brooding.”
Krill huffed, “Next time I will attempt to wear my less serious brooding face.”
Riss, Krill’s most tolerable cohabitant, took a seat across from him.
The two of them had met a few years ago after Riss had risked his life to get away from the Vrul council, and a termination order had been placed on his head. Technically they had met before that briefly on occasion many years ago when Riss had fallen in a river and Admiral Vir had jumped in to save him, but Krill hardly counted that.
Riss hadn’t been very old at the time, and Krill didn’t see that it counted.
Since meeting more officially, the two of them had made an agreement, an experiment meant to defy the Vrul council and prove the brainwashing that they knew had been happening all along. Each donating genetic material to the project, they had come up with the triplets, progeny to observe and learn from in a stable environment to see just how the average Vrul might actually behave under low-pressure upbringings.
They were the first Vrul to be born and raised without the influence of the council.
They were little monsters.
And now Krill was stuck with a cohabitant, though he tried not to argue as it was occasionally nice to have someone to talk to.
He supposed he liked Riss enough.
Maybe.
“So are you going to talk to me?” Riss asked, slumping back into his seat.
Krill snorted and took a sip, “That depends, are you going to try and use your jedi mind powers on me.”
Riss held out his hand, and krill reluctantly handed over his sugar water. Riss took a gently sip before passing the cup back, “Adam is rubbing off on you.”
Krill snorted, “How can he not. The amount of ancient pop culture references he uses is astounding.”
“Or could it be that you miss your friend, and are trying to find a way to reconnect with him on some level?” Riss said, the nonchalance just oozing out of him.
Krill had to fight down the sudden desire to throw a brick at his head but refrained.
“I thought I said no jedi mind powers.”
“I’m not using my jedi mind powers. I am using my “we have lived together for over four years'' powers, and I think you are frustrated that the current circumstances are not conducive to you being involved. The stakes are too high, and you are not equipped to handle it. In the end that results in all of your friends leaving you behind to protect you, and you have to sit around and wait for them to come back. Back in the old days the stakes were low enough you could sometimes be involved, but now a war is going on and there is no place for you on the front lines where all of your friends tend to go.”
Krill actually had a medical textbook in his hand before deciding better of throwing it at Riss and set the book down.
Riss waited.
Krill waited.
“Talk to me.”
“Why?”
Riss huffed, “For architect’s sake krill, I don’t know, we live together, we have children together, we spend an inordinate amount of time together, oh and listening to people talk is my actual JOB. IF none of those reasons are good enough than CLEARLy I have misread this situation.”
Krill lifted his head chin jutting stubbornly, “Maybe you have.”
Riss rolled his head in a mimicry of eye rolling, so hard Krill thought he was going to snap his spinal column, “Rings of Nebulon you are stubborn.”
Krill huffed but went quiet.
Riss waited patiently.
Krill hated it but somehow the stupidsmugness of Riss worked it’s magic and he wilted, “I detest being useless. The most work I do these days is to give other people magical powers on occasion and sit in on the war meetings, which I know Adam only does because we are friends, and not actually because he needs my opinion. I am not a tactician, I am a surgeon.”
Riss tilted his head slightly.
Krill threw up his hands. Now that he was going, he wasn’t going to be able to stop, “I am useless in all of this. I wish there was more than I could do to PREVENT people from getting hurt instead of just dealing with the aftermath. I wish there was something that I could do.”
Riss reached out and took the cup Krill offered to him, “Mmmmm….” there was a long silence between the two of them. Krill really didn’t expect Riss to offer a solution, as there were no real solutions to be had, “Have you ever thought about undergoing the surgery yourself.”
Krill nearly spit out his mouthful of sugar water, “What!”
Riss looked up at him and shrugged, “You want to help so bad, why not unleash your anima power and get the surgery.”
Krill frowned, “I can’t do surgery on myself.”
He shook his head, “No, but, Dr. Katie has been working for you for years. By all rights she is an incredibly talented surgeon.”
Krill shook his head, “She’s talented for a human, but it takes all four of my cortical hemispheres to perform the surgery without killing anyone. As good as Katie is, which is very good, she is still human. The surgery would require her to stand in one place for nearly a day straight, no eating or sleeping.”
Riss shook his head, “No she doesn't, the hardest part of the surgery is the last part of the surgery. Plenty of people can perform the first part, you have just always insisted on doing it yourself. Katie has done microneurosurgery on plenty of occasions.”
Krill still shook his head, “I allow Conn to connect to one of my hemispheres independently so I can see where I am going when I make that last cut, that is not something a human can do.”
Riss held out his hands, “Look, you can shoot down the idea all you want, but I think Katie can do it, and i think it would be the answer to your problem. Imagine Krill, you could help your friends on the battlefield not just as a support.”
Krill paused, “And if Katie fails, my soul goes to the necrotorium.”
Riss frowned, “Risks in all things I suppose.”
Krill found that to be a bit of an understatement, but still, the idea was at least interesting.
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New character sheet for my Sky kid/skysona cuz I don’t like the old one. I’ve been waiting to have most of the cosmetics that fit my preference for this and I finally have cat ears (OWO). I will note that this is just their default appearance, so I may draw them looking completely different cuz I want freedom.
Korro/Dove. Genderfluid. 11 stars.
Mini bio: Solo kiddo that loves to explore and fly around the various realms. If possible, helps any sky kid in need of assistance when roaming. Enjoys doing her daily routines first and then chilling or having fun.
Extra info below cut (may add/update but rarely)
Born on Isle. Technically, born before any season but would be considered a Season of Performance moth cuz that was my first season. So for lore, they had dreams of exploring some of the realms while in the Stars before coming to the Kingdom.
Dog in a cats body though still behaves like a cat. Her more steroetypical cat side will come out if frustrated/scared/lonely/alone.
Frustrated results in a decrease in corporation along with self doubt or isolation/dissociation. Lashing out is rare (verbally mostly/ physical is at limit).
Scared is either fight or flight.
Lonely/alone = introvert energy
Aspects:
Great Navigator; Knows every location fo anything in Sky
Glitcher; still learning new ones
Easily distracted and very curious but will return if with others
Focus driven when a goal is set or decided, whic makes it difficult to pull away from a set line of focus
Solo kiddo so they become slow or confused when in a group. Really used to being around 3 people max (usually close friends or well acquainted kiddos than strangers)
Krill dodger and crab abuser. Will consume and mess with both, but crab is main target for harassment
Grinder and Ubers often
Cannot stay still must at least move some part of their body
Does anything to remain unbored. I.e. play the piano, skate around, swim, let cat yeet them, and much more.
Eden:
Before, very cautious. Now, bolder
Always wears chibi mask when traversing Eden
Either glitches or does the actual route depending if going solo or with a group
Knows every statue location and safe spots though safe spots may only work for shorter kiddos
Large supply of recharge potions
Assist anyone when doing normal route and back track to retrieve another player if able to
Main appearance: Altered modest dancer combined with default shirt/ Pink cape/ Modified Cat hair/ Modest dancer mask/ Height 12 or 13 (slightly above chibi)/ Damaged tail due to krill/ Tuxedo cat-like body patterns with a bird-like shape near chest light/ Mainly cat aspects with the full cat form being just for fun or maybe emergency
Favorite Props: Feline Familiar (patched up ), Piano, and Umbrelle. Familiar was found during sky 3rd anniversary as a plush in slight disrepair. It activated once Mischief came. It won’t hurt kiddos, but will if provoked enough or Korro is hurt. If kiddos want to be yeeted, it will obliged.
#my art#sketch#digital art#sky children of the light#sky children fanart#sky children of the light fanart#thatskygame fanart#thatskygame#Character Design
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9, 19 — and 21 for dealers choice of character!
Thank you so much for the asks, and for making this fantastic ask meme!
9. How did you learn to write smut? Were there specific fics or authors that inspired you? Or novels/movies/other texts?
Hmm gosh. I think I've been mostly influenced by fic-reading. I'll go through phases where I read a LOT of fic, including smutfic. After reading/watching some new thing I tend to go through the AO3 tag at speed like a baleen whale consuming krill. Also, reading enough smut fic really gives you a sense of like, the words and moments and acts that come up such that it makes it feel doable to replicate (not saying it's "formulaic" but I was internalizing some of the formulas). And chatting with fandom friends, sort of writing out AUs in a nearly-rp-but-less-structured style, which is something I've been doing in um graphic nsfw detail for way longer than I've written actual smutfic to post, has I think also been really formative in terms of my writing.
But also, I think I've been heavily influenced by the stuff I liked in media in general (and still absolutely am, though for purposes of this question I'm listing the formative oldies). Honestly, rarely sex scenes themselves (though them also), but more the tropes and emotional beats or separate images that really grabbed me and seemed "sexy." Thinking of villainous moments ft. shirtless Gwaine and Morgana from BBC Merlin LMAO, formative. LotR naturally. The Queen of Attolia's descriptions of Irene Attolia, Name of the Wind's descriptions of Denna that baby me had memorized whole paragraphs of by heart--stuff that was plausibly kinda unhorny in these books but in reality sooo very horny. But also various depictions of sex, like the touching & radiant-with-light sex montage of Alicia/Julio's finally getting together in the TV show Gran Hotel. Also, for unbridled PASSION at the MAX despite no actual sex, Sienkiewicz's Trilogy of historical novels, which I wrote my first smut fic for. I also read romance novels ft. erotica from time to time and enjoy them a lot (if there's sufficient DRAMA), and I guess I internalize what I feel like "hits" (or doesn't, ha) in the ways that genre does sex too. It's only been fairly recently that I started to write sex in more detail in my fics and less as like a sort of brief "tasteful" "artistic" (lol) moment--those "moments" gradually grew more description. like a mold--and I still think that kinda shows in my writing in the ways the detail is sometimes not as present or bodily as it could be, and things can get glossed instead of closely inhabited. But hey I like it and am having fun :D
19. Share a favorite passage from one of your smut fics.
Hmmmm hmm. I like this one, from yes many and beautiful things (unwieldy fic but really dear to me still):
Maedhros doesn’t resist him, not on this. When Maglor coaxes pleasure from his scarred body, Maedhros lets him.
He was unmade for pleasure in Angband. He had sought to render himself the unbreakable shackle to the mountainside, the sheer cliff—but Maglor plays upon him as well as any instrument, transforming him into something alive and enjoying. Maedhros barely hears the low, ragged noises he makes, barely sees the gleam of Maglor’s eyes beneath dark lashes, as he spills down Maglor’s sweet-voiced throat.
The silence is no silence—it is Maglor choking and swallowing and Maedhros panting, the air about them like a tide in his ears.
Maglor wipes his mouth and looks very pleased with himself, though he struggles to catch his breath. His eyes are dark and dizzy.
Maedhros seizes two scraps of his strength and tugs Maglor up to him by the shoulder, none too gently. He kisses him and devours the sweet startled sound, the taste of his pleasure in Maglor's mouth, the flush, full press of Maglor's cock against his thigh as Maglor falls in a graceless drape atop him.
"Maedhros," Maglor keens.
The Sindarin name makes Maedhros all the more desperate. Yes, they are here, not in Aman; that is his name—and Maglor wants him anyway, has— And Maedhros kisses him again, winding his arms around him, pleasure still uncoiling in his own flushed body. He can feel each tremble of Maglor's, holding him so close. At last he tips awkwardly into pressing Maglor upon his back instead and unfolding him. Maglor gasps like a rustling bough when Maedhros palms over him, and both their hands trip over each other reaching for the vial of oil in its niche. Maedhros is quicker, and he tugs the cork free with his teeth.
(the VIAL OF OIL lolol... but still...)
21. Share a smutty headcanon about [character(s)].
Finrod is an effortless and true neutral switch. He just wants to have fun and he just wants his partner to have fun. I feel like he's so comfortable bottoming that that might happen more often in his long and varied life, but where that comfort and willingness comes from is the same place as the wellspring of confidence and affection that makes him such a good dom and/or top. xoxo
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imgregoryallen: Chess in concert for @alifeinthearts What a night!
I loved this concert of Chess. If you know the show, you know it’s a killer score with a meh book. Well they ”fixed” the book tonight by making the arbitrator a narrator and Bryce Pinkham slayed on the comedic one liners added. By delivering it tongue in cheek, the audience was in on the joke of how far out the story really is. And yet I followed it better than I ever have before. Ramin Karimloo can sing anything so effortlessly. He kept his script down & just sang like he’s not already singing every night of the week over in Funny Girl. Heaven every time he opens his mouth, but especially on Anthem. Solea Pfeiffer made Svetlana her role when she shows up in act 2. Darren Criss plays arrogant American very well. But the night belonged to Lena Hall. Wow. Wow. Wow. I’ve never seen Florence as such a bad-ass chick, but now I never want to see her any other way. Lena was incredible in this role & I want a recording pronto. I also want to shout out to Bradley Dean who is a wonderful Molokov & Sean Allan Krill (who I just saw in Parade) who took the mostly non singing role & made me enjoy the CIA guy. All in all I really loved it. Great ensemble too. I appreciate the creative team for finally making sense of this this crazy story. #chess #chessthemusical #musical #theatre #nyc #actorsfund #entertainmentcommunityfund
#darren criss#lena hall#ramin karimloo#solea pfeiffer#sean allan krill#bradley dean#bryce pinkham#chess in concert#chess one night benefit#instagram#video#dec 2022
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I don't know what part this is. I wrote this at 6 am
Slight NSFW mostly implied
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Ikkan: Neta... Hey you ok?
Neta: yeah.... .. I'm fine I'm just waiting for him to leave completely..... He's such an asshole!!
Ikkan: hey come here.... Don't let him get to you okay? He doesn't know anything about you, your life and you never tried...
Neta: yeah.......he never got to see how amazing I am
Ikkan:oh you're so humble.... He doesn't know what he's missing come here [kiss] also you look good baby.... Look a lot happier... [Kiss]...Hehe...more relaxed...[kiss]
Neta: hehehe.....[kiss]
Ikkan: softer.......and warmer............
Neta:.......[smiles].....
Ikkan:........*sigh*.....[kissing]
Neta: We're alone
Ikkan: yeah we are...heheheh
Neta: no cameras
Ikkan:....... .... You want to slow dance like we used to. Remember during our first date?
Neta: oh........ Ok
Ikkan: what what did you think I was implying?
Neta: nothing nothing it's stupid come here. Let's dance just the two of us away from the commotion.
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Koi: so you must be my granddaughter... I've heard so much about you. You have straight A's, your captain on your turf war team, you play second chair
Cirrina: actually I play first chair now
Koi: wonderful!... Look at all that confidence and pride amazing... Oh look at me being so rude. Hi my name is koi koi you can call me Grandma Koi, grandma, admiral koi is also an option. I'm a former CEO now head of the advertisement for tech company venton industries.
Cirrina: weren't you the company that started out with game cards and now he's home consoles and arcades? You guys made jump squid right?
Koi: That's the one. I also dipped my foot in farm life raising krill herding sea cows some experience in going produce
Cirrina: I have a houseplant that I bought from the grocery store. I had to change its pot twice and it's taller than me now...oh I'm also skipping the grade and heading straight to high school next year.. My guidance counselor says if I'm good I can maybe even start college classes early. I'll get ahead of everyone else.
Koi: ohhh impressive... So proud to have you as a granddaughter. I see so much of myself in you. I can just tell you're going to be as powerful and successful as me.
Cirrina: I hope I do.......Grandma admiral koi.
Merv: they ran out of wine but I did snatch up the shrimp puffs They're not that bad..... Hello, who's this?
Koi: *ugh* ..... Hone... this is our granddaughter... Remember Neta told us about
Merv: ohhhhhhh nice to meet you.. you must be cirrina.... You're just as pretty as the picture he gave us. Nice to meet you sweetheart.
Cirrina: awww thank you........ Ikkan told me about you. He used to be a farmer. He told me you had acres of strawberries and would first place for best decal 3 years in a row. That's very impressive. You must know a lot about agriculture
Merv: that's correct! Wow you're really something!
Koi: I know! Ah! I just want to pick her in a bag and take her back to haddaido!
Cirrina:hehehe You're too kind..
Koi: well we have to go We're trying to find our kids. I know your uncle is somewhere.. do expect some presents to be in the mail for you sweetie. You just stole our little hearts.
Cirrina: ok bye....hehee
Mizole: You're a snake. You know that?
Cirrina: You've had spinach between your teeth the last 2 hour shut up.
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Mahi: you think that is going to be mad when we bring this?
Warabi: what's so bad about it? It's just wine?
Mahi: when he expected us to bring drinks He expected it to be in bottles Something you just place on the table make it look nice
Warabi: Oh come on the parties like going to be over in like 4 more hours. We need something like this, that's why I bought five.....for the party
Mahi: We're definitely not going to use all of this. He just wanted one in the apartment
Candi: If he says anything I'm not involved.
Mahi: Baja! Help us bring this in
Baja: ok uhhh what is this exactly
Warabi: its for the party trust me
Baja: ok....
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Neta: so yeah apparently I've been a captain for the military for 7 years and they didn't tell me- what the hell is this? what happened to the bottles of wine you were supposed to get??
Warabi: didn't have any I just so we just bought the barrel of wine. Five of them. I feel like that's enough right?
Neta: get a little too much where we even going to put this
Mahi: we can just put in the back and have waiters fill up cups
Candi: or you can just have all the guests fill up their own cups
Ikkan: That's not a bad idea...
Neta:....*sigh* ....... Yeah okay that's fine..... I'm gone for 2 minutes and y'all turn this into a keg party
Baja: You've actually gone for 45 minutes
Neta: ............ Just set up the barrels....
Ikkan: hehehehe...... Tonight is still early. Come on, let the guests have a little fun.. it'll be funny seeing some of these producers get drunk off their ass.
Koi: I hope one of them isn't you honey
Ikkan: mom! Uh hah.....wooow so good to see you!...... Neta didn't tell me.... He was inviting my parents. Mmmmm
Koi: well I think it would be nice to spend the holidays with my two boys this year...... I actually came here to see my granddaughter and also talk to my son-in-law. We had a conversation about installing a small arcade original in his original store to keep the traction going once his other store opens.
Neta: Yes we do need to talk more about that I also wanted to talk to Noji about buying vending machines as well, let's walk and talk. You look beautiful by the way Koi. Merv is a lucky man
Koi: you damn right it is... You know how long it took me to convince him to come here. I swear he thinks he bursts into flames interacting with people.
Ikkan:......*sigh*......
Warabi: what were you two doing for 45 minutes?
Ikkan: fuck off
Warabi: hehehehehehe going to tell your mom on you
Ikkan: Warabi!
Warabi:[wheeze]
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Mahi and @fish-at-fish-fish-resort or caught stealing one of the wine barrels
#Neta and ikkan healthiest relationship known to man#mizole hates seeing too strong independent women living their best life#cirrina and Koi-koi match made in heaven and hell#and merv is just there as always#Neta and koi both have degrees in business and know the value of a dollar#we're almost done I swear one more and it's over I swear 😭#this one is honestly filler
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pre-written 8th grade level essay on Plankton
a/n - no reason. just beacause.
I'm sure you may have heard of Plankton, and I don't mean the main antagonist from SpongeBob; I mean the usually microscopic plants and animals that aimlessly float throughout our oceans. However, these tiny weak organisms are much more than meets the eye. Carrying the weight of being a critical source in their food web, producing our oxygen, and moderating the movement of carbon in the ocean and air, Plankton may be the most substantial and crucial life forms in the world.
There are two types of Plankton: Phytoplankton and Zooplankton. Phytoplankton are the plant beings that make up the plankton class. These types of Plankton usually do things to support their habitat and ecosystem. This includes regulating global warming, and being a major source of food for various predators. Zooplankton, on the other hand, are the creatures that make up the plankton class. Zooplankton consist of shrimp, jellyfish, leeches, types of eel, and more. Sometimes large, sometimes small, these animals can facilitate growth for other bacterial species and sea creatures, and serve as a food source.
Plankton make up the base of their food web. Krill-a species of Plankton- are the primary diet of the largest animal on Earth, the Blue Whale. Krill also work together with the whale in a miniature cycle. For example, you would expect the krill population to increase as the whale population decreases, because of the lack of predators to feed. But you would be surprised. The truth is that whale feces is loaded with iron, which makes a very nutritious meal for krill. Whale defecation is also a fertile breeding ground for krill, making their relationship an endless cycle. However, whales are just an example of the many things that depend on Plankton. The marine ecosystem would be significantly changed and disrupted if Plankton stopped existing. In conclusion, Plankton play essential parts in their habitat.
Phytoplankton- plants that classify as Plankton- are the greatest source of oxygen production for us humans. 28% of the world's oxygen comes from the rainforests, 50-80% from the work of phytoplankton, and the 2% from other sources. This shows that the work of the mostly unrecognized, minuscule sea life form is actually the most useful. In conclusion, Plankton are exceptionally valuable, even for us beings outside of the water.
Sadly, the number of Plankton has dropped by 40% since 1950. This is a big problem, because of how few people address it. It's easy to see a rainforest burning down, but not so easy to see such a tiny creature slowly going extinct.
Plankton are also a massive help in keeping the amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere under control. As humans release so much carbon into the air, phytoplankton are taking it out. They need it, after all. Phytoplankton incorporate CO2 into their cells for photosynthesis. So it's a fair trade if you think about it.
This process is known as the "biological pump." After making it through the ocean's food chain and life cycle, the carbon ends up deep down in the abyss. So, in the end, Plankton are actively slowing climate change.
Plankton indeed are extraordinary things, as they carry the marine biosphere, give our species what we need to survive, and slow the rapid warming of our planet. They may be weak, but their impact surely isn't.
a/n: feel free to copy and paste this to cheat but just know: im just the messenger, i take no blame for your actions.
but yall prolly dont want it cuz what the fuck. why would you.
but do feel free to use
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so, I saw the new trailer for the next season and I honestly just hope that TGC won’t fuck up this season like they mostly did for Season of Shattering.
And you can tell why TGC fucked up season of shattering-they said they would add a bunch of lore explaining a good amount of sky equal to prophecy but all they’re doing is showing supposed memories and that one out a mural in Eden,
while yes they did make the falling rocks the last area of Eden less harmful when you’re crawling around it still makes the game play a lot harder than it should’ve been making a normal eden gameplay from before that was one hour and now more than that,
it seems that they’ve barely added any elder content even though that has been something that many people have wanted,
a lot of people have wanted krill call spirit but instead they just did cosmetics and Krill horn which probably will never come back which also goes to my other point to that all the cosmetics will probably not be going back since there aren’t any spirits.
Overall TGC has fucked up shattering and they better not fuck up again with another season.
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Sky terminology
moth/moff- new player in sky
caterpillar- new player who hasnt completed the tutorial and gotten their wings yet
butterfly- a stage in between moth and experienced player
veteran- old player. you become a veteran once a travelling spirit from your first season comes back
travelling spirit- spirits from past seasons that return so their items can be bought for regular candles
season of [something]- an event that brings new spirits, new area, and new quests to sky. you can buy stuff during the event for seasonal candles which you get from completing daily quests
days of [something]- an event where you can buy items for regular candles. unlike seasons they are reoccurring every year. they usually add some kind of idle wax spot
ultimate reward/ult- once you complete everything in a regular constellation you can get an ultimate reward from the elders of whichever realm. When you complete a seasonal spirit's friendship tree you can buy a heart which you can exchange with the season's guide for seasonal ultimate rewards but only if you have bought the season's adventure pass for irl money
friendship tree- when you buy stuff from spirits that's unlocking stuff on your friendship tree with them. Also emotes you unlock with friends are also on your friendship tree
candle run/CR- when you go through all the realms to collect wax
winged light/WL/stars- the shiny kids that you absorb for your wings. They're called winged light in game but were called stars in earlier beta. If you see someone calling them stars now that means they're probably old
Wax- the stuff you form into candles
OOB- stands for out of bounds. Glitching out of bounds is really popular bc there are a lot of pretty areas out of bounds and tgc has even started hiding stuff oob for us to find
Constellation- where you view your relived nonseasonal spirits and buy stuff from them
Friend constellation- where your friend list is
heart trade- hearts are hard to come by later in game so many players rely on trading to get hearts
krill- called dark dragon in the game but mostly called krill by the players. its a big black creature with a blue eye that turns red when it sees you. avoid at all costs (also ask a more experienced player to help you through)
sky kid- what you play as in the game
skid- another word for sky kid
server split- sometimes a server in sky will split up players and one of them will have to go home and rejoin to be together again
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I've been thinking about things for a while. I have heard a lot of complaints about sky, and i agree with a lot of them. Although, i don't want to abandon the game, i love it very much and it has a special place in my heart. So, i wanted to make a list of things that could make sky better. There's 2 things i want to cover, and that is more engaging gameplay, and more accesibility options. If anyone else has more ideas and thoughts, feel free to add to it! This is mostly from what i've heard, and what i think myself.
So: My list on improving sky!
-Minigames! I think one thing that would make sky a more engaging game is minigames, that would also fit in in the world of sky. They could be based on real life child games for example! They could also have the option to play by yourself (although that would only work for some games of course), or with several friends! I think it would also be a good idea to make non-friends able to join the game too, that way you can maybe earn a friend, or just have a nice moment with someone new! That would definitely give off the vibe of when you're a kid and you meet someone in the mcdonalds play area, and i love that. Games could be for example skipping stones, building sandcastles or tag! Since we already have a hide and seek emote, i feel like other childrens games would be nice additions too!
-more audio sliders! I think we need more audio sliders, since some sounds can be pretty annoying sometimes, and make the gameplay less pleasant. So, for example; honk noises, krill noises, manta noises, crab noises, waterfall noises, water noices, walking noises, flying noises, eden noises in general, you get the point. This is something i have seen many complaints about, and i decided it was an important point to add.
-turning on and off visual things! Honks, especially in the AURORA concert, could the honks become pretty overwhelming to some. The emotes in concert mode can also be a lot. I think it's important that people can turn things off that are overwhelming, so it would be an important and good addition to the game to be able to disable for example: honks, concert emotes, and also bright moments in cutscenes. I am not affected by flashing or bright lights, but i know a lot of people are.
-more ways to earn candles, that are actually fun! Candle running is shit. I want to be able to have fun, without grinding, while still earning light! There are literally endless possibilities! You can have them earned by the end of a game, when you're done with a quest, when you've finished a puzzle, or craft, AND LITERALLT JUST WHEN YOU'RE CHATTING WITH A FRIEND AKA SOCIAL LIGHT TGC. BRING BACK THE SOCIAL LIGHT TGC.
-more lore. Do i need to elaborate.
Those are my thoughts right now! If you think this is interesting, or have more ideas, feel free to tell me!
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[ Shattering Opinions So Far #1 Spoilers Ahead ]
okay now that i’m over the first quest hype i wanted to give a few opinions on the season so far (these are subject to change as the season goes on);
[ General Opinions on the Season so Far ]:
The first quest is really fun, dodging and jumping the shattered crabs makes it feel like an action game in a sense and can be enjoying and epic to do so.
Getting the scattered lights with other people while leaping-dodge crabs is VERY fun.
That being said it’s Very frustrating to do it Solo, it’s likely to me that TGC made if difficult to play it alone on purpose to have the whole “Get friends to help you” thing but to me it almost felt like a repeat of the Season of Assembly quests (which is even more annoying esp when not a lot of friends are active).
I feel like reducing the number of shatter crabs would still make it difficult in a good way while also not making it feel like overwhelming.
So the first quest is either a fun challenge or a tedious drag depending on how you view it.
Not an opinion but i’d like to note that when you go back to the Ark (Quest 1 Shatter area) it resets even after you complete it so beware.
[ Story things of Note ]:
I see TGC has a whole Show not Tell approach to the lore of Sky and i think it is because they said the lore is up to interpretation besides the obvious (The fact that nearly everyone here used to be alive and such). I appreciate it and think it’s cool but to me it feels like they tell Too little of their own lore.
The main Seasonal focus is that the mountain in Eden seems to actually be a volcano of sorts and it’s eruption has caused shards to fly out everywhere to different areas and infect other lifeforms.
We don’t know Why this occurs besides the usual volcano stuff but we see it’s effects in the crabs getting red crystals on their bags, an increase of size and the fact that they just Really want to kill us.
Wherever the shards lands dark plants follow, in a very “useless protective circle” kind of way.
The Void where the seasonal spirits are located is already a very interesting place, it’s so Empty with only two structures(?) and the statue to get back to the hub.
Unlike prior seasons the spirits aren’t given the usual ancestor names but rather go by “Ancient Light” and “Ancient Darkness” and are balls of yellow and blue instead of humanoids.
(They still ofc do have the cosmetics used for the sky kids widjajsjs).
Ancient Light spirits are a Jellyfish and Manta respectively, while the Ancient Darkness spirits are based on the Dark Plants and Krill.
Both have lily pads but i assume this is just so you can get to the seasonal spirits without.
When you complete the first quest you are sent to a void similar to the seasonal spirit area only this time you are greeted with jellyfish and the hub back home, i unfortunately did not take any photos of this part of the event.
The most intriguing bit about this part is that the jellyfish are stylised differently then what we are usually shown in-game.
The Jellies in the void look like actual jellyfish, more spindly tendrils and look like a jellyfish you’d actually see in an ocean compared to the starry astral ones seen mostly. You can still get light from the void jellies.
Ancient Jelly is based on the King Jelly from the Post-Eden section of the game where you ascend but before you get reborn.
Ancient Flower has a flower over their eye in a ‘infection’ sort of way.
#corejo talks#sky cotl#sky cotl spoilers#sky season of shattering#sky cotl analysis#sky cotl lore#free to rb
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Grogu was surprised when the Mandalorian asked him if he wanted to take a trip. Since they’d moved to Nevarro it had seemed to Grogu that their adventuring days were at an end. He chased frogs, caused trouble for the marshal while his dad sat on the porch playing a guitar and periodically gave him lessons on how to do the work of a bounty hunter.
It had been mostly peaceful and quiet and Grogu had a sneaking suspicion that his dad really liked it just the way it was. Now this.
Grogu considered his options carefully before replying.
He had really liked Plazir-15. The Duchess was lovely and Captain Bombardier was funny, but there was just something not quite right about how they were so dependent on droids and mechs. The droids didn’t mind at all which Grogu knew was part of how strange things were. The only droid conspiracy there, was could the droids do anything more to make life easy for the humans with their short, short lives… relatively speaking.
Which was strange, because the number one thing Grogu knew from all the droids he’d met over his lifetime was that droids resented sentient beings because they didn’t have an on/off switch. Sure humans has short lives, but it wasn’t the same as being mid argument about the proper etiquette for addressing a knight of the realm and finding the Mandalorian hitting your power button. Again.
So no Plazir-15.
Then Grogu thought about Sorgan. It had been a great place to visit and help and all that. Winta and her friends would all be older now and he could tell them all the stories of his adventures and then eat frogs and play games and fall into the krill ponds. But his dad wasn’t going to let him drink Spotchka again. It had turned his teeth blue for a day and gave him a very upset stomach.
So upset he didn’t want to eat his dung worms and Grogu can assure you that dung worms are not as good as leftovers as they are freshly dug up. Plus he didn’t want his dad to get all awkward about Winta’s mom again. She didn’t understand the Creed and that just wasn’t the Way. At least according to Din Djarin. So, no Sorgan.
Then it occurred to Grogu that they could go to a planet that he and his dad really liked. A planet that had great food, good friends, and the perfect climate.
Tatooine!
He missed Peli Motto, from her bouncy curly hair all the way down to her gold tooth that she could take out at will (cool). He also missed her advice on how to deal with his dad when he was pouting.
“Don’t let him kid ya’, kid. Your dad doesn’t do anything he doesn’t wanna to do. If he fell in that pond it was because he wanted to hear ya’ laugh. Just ignore him and he’ll stop pouting. I think. Hard to say with that bucket on his head.”
Grogu and Peli both had a good laugh that day and Din got up and went back to polishing the N-1 starfighter. Which is what Grogu had been hoping he’d do. He knew how much his dad loved that ship and liked to keep it all neat and tidy and shiny. Which frankly were all the things his dad’s armor wasn’t after falling into the pond.
He walked over to his dad and tapped him on the shin and Din picked him up. Grogu began to coo and chirp and giggle and finally Din figured out what he meant.
“You wanna go to Tatooine to visit Peli? Good idea, buddy. I have some work I want to discuss with Fennec and the Daimyo. We can also check up on Cobb. Hopefully he’s doin’ better. Can’t be easy being allergic to metal when your whole arm is metal now.” Grogu’s dad had replied thoughtfully.
Grogu knew that the only thing Cobb Vanth was allergic to was the sound of people teasing him about the programming for that mod because it was still learning how loose or tight to hold a glass of ferment. Sit too close to the marshal and you might be wearing his drink instead of toasting the winner of the Boonta Eve Classic. Plus it was pretty hard for Cobb to do anything about the teasing since it mostly came from Fennec and no one told her what to do or not do.
Grogu reiterated that the first person he wanted to see was Peli Motto.
“I get it kid. Peli is your best friend. She feeds you. Makes you new clothes. Let’s you play games with the pit droids. She’s a great friend to have. We’ll stop at Mos Eisley and check in with her before we head out to Boba’s palace.” Din replied as he was packing Grogu’s bag. “I thought you’d want to go there just to even the score. Didn’t she beat you at Sabacc the last time we were there?”
Sure, bring that up. Yes, Peli had won that game. But she had cheated. She had told the server at the cantina to bring over a big plate of gorgs on a stick when she gave the signal. That had totally distracted Grogu and before he knew it he had misplayed his hand and Peli won. So sure. Maybe he wanted to go back there and even the score, but really he just missed her. Really.
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A fork of lightning split the distant sky, hidden mosty behind a bank of clouds and so distant that there was no real sound to accompany it, or whatever sound there was had already dissipated on the Arcadia afternoon. Rain drummed gently against the floor to ceiling windows, tracking long silver rivulets of water downwards to disrupt the light leaking in through the window.
The distant white sun orbs on the street cast a dull luminance through the dark afternoon.
The lights on the distant spartan training fields were somewhat dimmed by the rain, though Adam knew that wouldn’t stop them from training. Spartans trained in all weather no matter what, though they were willing to forgo their spears and shields in case of lightning, in favor of bare knuckle boxing.
The thought of the spartans only served to remind him of how much of a bitch recovery was going to be.
It already HAD been a bitch.
Krill estimated that a full recovery would take somewhere in the realm of six to seven months. Katie said he was guessing on the far end due to all the unknown variables caused by his new mechanical parts. It was hard to remember that he was still being held together mostly on thread and prayers. The artificial skin that now covered him was completely flawless except for where they had left drainage tubes, but he had to remember his insides had still required stitching together.
He had been put on bedrest for the time being, though he had been allowed out of the hospital and back home.
Krill encouraged him to get up and walk for short periods of time, though he made sure Adam understood that, getting up to walk to the bathroom or the refrigerator were the only acceptable reasons to be walking right now. He was simply lucky they already had a handicaped shower, or else Sunny would still be helping him bathe.
Not that she hadn’t seen him naked before, but there was something especially distressing, and embarrassing about being both naked AND vulnerable in front of her that he didn’t particularly enjoy. It was like wearing socks and nothing else, somehow it just made you feel even more exposed.
Of course, she had called him stupid when he had explained that, but he would stand by his argument.
Sunny was around here somewhere, probably in the dojo training as far as he knew. She didn’t tend to go far these days, though she was well aware of his insistence that he was going to be fine, so she at least pretended to leave him sometimes
A light glowed dimly from the holoscreen projected onto his arm. He was reading, looking for some good news on behalf of kelly’s attempt to become president. An official ruling had come through that supreme court that indicated there was no law saying that she couldn’t run for president, which was a good thing since she had already re-acquired her old donors.
The ball was in her court.
The bed shifted, and Adam tilted his head to look.
Kay was sitting on the bed next to him surrounded by a small explosion of toys.
The boy had a strange habit of bringing ALL of the toys he could carry with him, even if he only wanted to play with a few. This had become even more of an issue when he learned about backpacks, so now he could carry whatever he wanted his backpack, as well as whatever he could fit in all four of his arms.
Sitting next to adam , there was a little replica of an F-90 Darkfire jet lying upside down in what Adam would have said was the result of a terrible crash, the pilot was unlikely to have survived. Sitting next to that was a Drev action figure that looked suspiciously like Kanan, and beyond that was a rather tattered looking stuffed giraffe spooning the stuffed fish Kelly had given to kay.
At the current moment, Kay was playing with three action figures, one truck, and a small stack of blocks, which weren’t really working out for him considering the bed was not a conducive place for block building.
And all the while he talked animatedly to himself. Ninety percent of what he said was almost completely incomprehensible, but what Adam could hear was also almost incomprehensible as a third of it was in english, a third of it was in Drev, and another third of it was in spanish.
Adam sighed and looked down at his holoscreen.
“Hola, ¿cómo estás? “ Said the mechanical voice
Adam repeated the phrase with a sigh, and the little check mark blinked, and turned green, letting off a happy tone at his completion of the sentence before switching to the next screen. He matched the spanish tiles on the left hand side with the english tiles on the right hand side.
All small words.
Casa
Perro
Ramirez would have laughed at him, and HAD laughed at him, though he did eventually apologize and promise to work with Adam on his spanish later, so that maybe he might be able to understand his own son.
Adam thought he heard Kay say something about el dinosaurio, which he was pretty sure seemed self explanatory, though, he wasn’t sure how dinosaurs factored in to his son’s play considering that Adam didn’t see any Dinosaurs.
Now that he thought about it, Kay having any such toys was kind of funny.
Here have this, likely inaccurate, representation of a long dead earth fossils, from a planet you only get to visit on holidays .
Off to the side, kay finished babbling, and drove the truck his was holding across the sheets and over to adam.
“¡Papá, mira!”
Adam quickly adjusted to the translation app on his forearm implant. Unfortunately the translation software in his auditory implants had trouble picking up what kay was saying most of the time, so he was forced to use a third party app to understand his own son.
He was going to have to learn spanish faster if he ever wanted to have a conversation with his own child. He didn’t even know where kay had picked up so much spanish. He was sure that Ramirez didn’t spend THAT much time with him.
“I see, is that the truck grandpa gave you.”
Kay nodded, “Yid!”
Kay, very gently and with great exaggeration, turned, and curled up to rest cradled in the crook of Adam’s good arm, and the human side of his chest. Kay had been told in no uncertain terms to be gentle when playing with dad, and by the architect if he wasn’t going to do what his mom said. He was a relatively well behaved child. Part of that was due to martha’s parenting skills, but Adam had a sneaking suspicion part of it was the child’s fear that any mistake he made might run his parents off.
They left so often.
Adam tried to swallow down the pinprick of guilt and hugged Kay closer to his good side.
Kay continued to play with his truck, Driving it over Adam’s arm as he made the requisite vroom vroom noises that all toy trucks required to move properly. Adam picked up one of the other toys, delighting kay as he joined whatever game this was.
Adam wasn’t sure what the premise of this particular game included.
He wasn’t really sure of any situation that would include a twenty foot Drev chasing a truck, but he didn’t ask questions, instead letting kay have his fun. Fun which later turned into a yawn as it approached naptime.
Kay never agued with naptime to everyone’s surprise, simply curling up wherever he was at the time.
This time it didn’t take much work, and he curled up against Adam’s chest and fell asleep still holding his truck.
Adam let him sleep, turning back to his spanish lesson which was arguably not going great.
Off in the corner, Waffles and pancake lay curled up around each other, pancake’s head resting on her mother’s shoulder as they both followed kay’s lead.
Adam was the only one awake for some time, though his eyes were closing, beginning to drift when a sudden loud noise had him jolting out of his sleep. The noise itself had come and gone quickly, but he was awake enough to hear the tail end of the echo as he bolted upright. Pancake and Waffles were already on their feet looking to the door into the living room.
Kay had partially woken, staring blearily towards the door.
Inside his chest, Adam’s new heart began to thunder against his metal ribcage beating out his slowly rising panic. What if it was Kazna, back again! What if She had come to finish the job, and with Sunny gone and Kay unprotected….
Waffles whined.
Adam’s mouth filled with the copper tang of blood.
He couldn’t let Kazna get to his son.
All though of his recovery fled, and he threw his legs over the side of the bed, forcing himself to his feet.
His tired body screamed in protest, but the screaming was drowned out by the ringing in his ears.
Blood red sky flashed before him.
His nose filled with the smell of ash. He grabbed his spear from the nightstand, and it retracted with a a loud click.
Waffles whined louder.
Adam glared towards the door.
“Tak?” kay said his confusion warping into fear in Adam’s head.
Adam didn’t wait for Kazna to enter, charging through the door and into the living room, spear raised to find.
Nothing…..
Still, the ash and blood filled his mouth, choking his lungs with the smell.
He looked around, sure he had heard something. A practice spear lying from where it had slid down the wall and fallen to the floor.
Kazna was never here.
Waffles whined again, grabbing Adam’s hand softly in her mouth and tugging him downward towards the floor. In his befuddled head it took longer than it should for Adam to realize what had happened, and by the time he did, He was already sitting on the floor with waffles more than halfway in his lap as he leaned against the wall. His spear lay at his side.
He was breathing heavily, too heavily.
His heart hammered in his chest.
Was he dying!
Had he overstressed his transplants!
His heart beat faster.
He FELT like he was dying.
Waffles pressed in harder, shivering her face closer to his, sitting on his legs and leaning against him.
It was hard to focus.
“Daddy?” He turned his head to find kay standing groggy, confused and scared in the doorway rubbing his eyes with one hand.
“Its okay,” Adam managed to wheeze, “Its okay, just go sit on the bed and go back to sleep okay. Naptime isn’t over.” His own voice felt distant and confused, but Luckily Kay didn’t argue, and pancake accompanied him back to the other room.
…
Sunny caught the aftermath, stepping into the room, and dropping her spear in surprise when she saw Adam leaning slumped against the wall, waffles sprawled over his knees.
She ran over, cupping both sides of his face in her hands, “Adam, Adam are you okay?” She pressed two fingers to his throat desperately checking to see if his pulse was alright, and then checking his chest.
“Are you hurt, did something happen?”
. By that time though, Adam had come out of it mostly, though he felt sort of distant, tired, to tired to experience much emotion, “I…. the spear fell, I thought…. I thought Kazna was….”
Realization dawned on her and she pulled him closer, “We should cal Krill, make sure you didn’t pull anything out of place.”
Adam nodded, “Tell him to….. Bring Riss.” He leaned his head back against the wall, “Is kay alright?”
Sunny leaned to the side peering through the open door, “he’s asleep with Pancake, why?”
Adam’s hands clenched into tight fists.
Hopefully he would forget what he saw. After all that was the last thing Kay needed in his already unstable life.
More fear.
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more patho questions to answer if you feel like it!! was listening to some sick balalaika tunes and it inspired me to wonder about what type of music would the characters enjoy, and if they play any instrument/sing
LET'S GO!!!!! OK!!!!!
yulia: CANON (p2) cello player soooo real so so real. so real to me. as I've said I think she could also have learned the piano and/or the violin, as her family was relatively Classic in that sense and she was incited to do Classic "bonne famille" stuff like play instrumence, be educated, read books, ride horses, etc... i think she mostly knows how to play The Classics (Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers arranged for two cellos, Bach's cello suites,...), she rarely Composes her own things because she's a lil shy to stray away from the paths she's learned, but she's getting there. she likes classical (as an umbrella term, which includes classical & baroque & romantic & impressionist music)
eva: as i've said i think there was a lot of Music in her home but she never learned to play anything; she does love to dance and sing tho, and I think if you gave her a little tambourine she'd shred that fr. she enjoys music that Makes You Move, whether it's waltzes or like very dancey eastern European folk music.
dankovsky: the #realones know he's also a player to me (bonds with yulia over being cello player and homosexual, peace and platonic love on earth). he also learned the Classics (is fond of Bach's suites honestly), but he also caught on a few folk songs his mom (also cello player) played when he was little. he rarely plays them, he prefers listening to mom playing LOL. kinda similar to yulia's ways he's not really into Expressing Himself Thru Musica but then... when he learns to welcome Emotions in his life... compose a little song he can. ALSO into classical-as-an-umbrella-term music. he enjoys his waltzes & also his caucasus folk music that mom and dad were like Listen To This Boy. Banger Of The Decade. he also has a bit of a soft spot for Armenian and eastern orthodox christian music bc it's what he heard some times growing up, and even if he's a convicted atheist/theomachist he can enjoy a little religious art.
burakh: in my own words he "wasn't musically-inclined beyond what he thought sounded beautiful, which was enough", loves music tho and I think that later in life she picks from one of the Brides or kinswomen a little khomus/jaw harp and fiddles with it. you can hear it in some of P2's OSTs, it goes like... byugyugyu... byeuyeuyeu... you know what I mean. he's not good at it for years tho. he also likes to sing. badly. lullabies and stuff... he's into Whatever honestly.
stamatwins: two for one deal, i think they learned piano as kids. if canto ostinato existed in patho time they would have Loved it. they're Also into "whatever", with andrey liking the more Experimental stuff, it makes peter's head hurt. but also peter listens to like. recording of metal scraping together. he would loooove the 2 Hours Of Squid To Relax/Study/Work To | Lofi Hip Hop | Monterey Bay Aquarium Krill Waves Radio playlist btw.
rubin: strikes me as a harmonica guy + khomus enjoyed but he's shy about it. mostly into The Music Of His People (I think he's half-kin did I ever mention it? he is to me it's obvious he is to me but my brain is blanking on the Canonicity of it bc I have so thoroughly put him in the deep-frier), classical music makes him kinda sleepy.
farkhad: To My Me he's cultured and elegant, he enjoys Most Music with detectable taste, listens to things he doesn't even like for like The Experience, and I think he played kamancheh or setar. RIP!
#i'm still Thinking for the kids.... i think they enjoy sounds and noises mostly#pathologic headcanons#yulia lore#eva lore#dankovsky lore#burakh lore#andrey lore#peter lore#rubin lore#farkhad lore#ring ring (answers)#anonymous
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Here have a ton of artic au headcanons cause I have a 3 page google doc of just hc’s for the dudes
and would love 2 talk bout em more
Some of them i’ve shared before since know I have a lot i’ve added to the list or posted prior from my list
Tord Ottum - Researcher
5’0” (short king)
Loves krill and sea life.
Has one metal/fake tooth that shows when he smiles.
Stress eats, often takes food from the fridge without thinking about it when he’s stressed, has snatched edd’s bacon so many times
Caffeine sensitive makes it feel like his hearts going to explode, drinks decaf or hot cocoa
Fraggle rock was his favorite childhood show
love to chew ice cubes, the cronch
Taps fingernails or pencils against a hard surface when nervous.
left handed
Likes buying anime figures but then dismantles them and ‘alters them’ so taking a cute anime girl and replacing her arms with crab claws. Old apartment/home was full of them.
Likes slice of life anime and shows
Mathias (Matt) Fuchs - Researcher
5’7”
Was transferred from his prior research station for a ‘misconduct issue’
Pomegranate is his favorite fruit
Likes health foods/mostly prefers juice to coffee
Snappy temper
Dislikes being wrong
Only child/spoiled
pretends to be a dainty eater but pigs out in private
Moves like dancing while doing work, the wiggles when he’s focused
Hums a lot when thinking
Will sell you out for a corn chip
Hates when people make jokes about his last name, and gets very snappy about it. Has a mean throwing arm.
Brought way too much stuff to the station. Has a label maker and labeled every one of his items, and keeps tick marks on the bottles to keep track of exactly how much is left.
Hogs the bathroom and will spend hours in there. Tom would have to take apart the door to get him out sometimes
Edd Shiver - Equipment Manager
6’2”
From liverpool england
Former rugby player
Action films especially die hard/james bond
Likes cola and cherries
Has a lot of siblings/rowdy
Smuggles weed into facility
Has three tattoos one on his neck, one elsewhere
takes huge bites of food/steals off peoples' plate.
Drinks directly from the bottle, avoids using Glasses. Also puts practically empty bottles back in the fridge, fucking goblin man
Believe in Magic l just thinks it’s neat/Superstitious
embarrassing photos in wallet
Heavily into sports especially football and rugby. Liverpool F.C. is his favorite team.
Does little pranks around the station, like replacing the coffee with bisto, and other bastard antics
Tom Palmer - Mechanic
5’11
Trans rights babyyyy
Ran a mechanic shop with his father and got into specialized equipment
Plays saxophone too
Horror movie fanatic
From the US
Only child/single dad
Shabby cook, take out king
Actually likes the taste of slightly burnt foods/over crisped
Comfort item his fluffy lined jacket.
Eduardo Rivera - Senior researcher
5’9”
Loves one (fool)
His favorite football team is Edd’s rival team. Manchester United
Black coffee
Enjoys mint/mint chocolate
Can fall asleep anywhere
Favorite animal is manatee
Bites his nails especially when thinking
Afraid of clowns, will punch a clown
Jon Hartman - Research Analyst/Data Entry
6’0”
Extremely clumsy /constantly in bandaids
Good with numbers
Likes musicals
Handles data analytics and double checks over peoples research for clerical errors
Loves almonds /marzipan treats
counts the number of chews before swallowing & tallies steps taken while strolling
habitual /routines in some actions
Picks at strings/pulls frays
Most harmless pranks ever thinking he’s ‘chaotic’/like saying ‘no’ and then doing the thing anyways, or changing the color of a thing
Has a lot of siblings/blended family, was the youngest sibling
Likes lil number games, every morning with sudoku
Gets anxious when he’s out of routine
Really likes baking
Todrick (Todd) Copper - Site Medic
6’6”
Port wine birthmark
Blushy
He loves citrus, u could bribe him with oranges and lemons back in the day
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