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Surviving Dead
I don’t know if it is still a thing by the time you read this, but did you know that in Minecraft there was a bug where the Ender Dragon’s breath attack would still kill you even if you were holding a totem of undying? You would lose your items and then come back where you last set your spawn…
Cross-posted on AO3 here: Surviving Dead
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Cleo was born the day after she died.
Now, that probably doesn’t make much sense, does it? Unless you know Cleo pretty well. Then you would agree that the statement suits her.
She was a zombie, after all.
You might be able to tell if you spent enough time around her. Would notice the scar beneath her eye that never fully healed or faded. Or notice the way her hair and nails never grew any longer. The pale, bloodless skin that almost looked green in certain lighting was probably the biggest clue, though.
But it was more than that, though. Unlike the rest of the hermits who weren’t ‘undead,’ she left no trace.
Joe was the first one to notice it after she joined the server. She had misjudged the distance on her leap. The ground came rushing up to meet here.
“Whoah!”
She knew it wouldn’t hurt when the bones broke. That she of all people had the least to worry about if she died. Respawn was a nuisance that lost you time and left you scrambling to refind your items. But that didn’t stop the fear from seizing up her arms and legs. Her brain still went blank with panic, rendering the water bucket in her inventory useless. She always did have a fear of heights, and therefore afraid of the ground itself.
ZombieCleo fell from a high place
Cleo rolled out of bed with an annoyed sigh. At least she didn’t have to travel far without armor or tools.
Joe was waiting for her with a chest back by the cliffside. He sat on its lid, twiddling his thumbs, when she picked her way back down.
“I put your stuff in the chest,” he offered, slipping off the lid. ”I wasn’t sure where you would have set your spawn…”
“Oh, my bed’s not far.” She flipped open the lid. Sure enough, he had laid out the armor, pick, and sword carefully along the base of the chest so they wouldn’t scratch against each other. There were also a few stray ink sacks and a flower piled in the corner. When had she picked up those?
“You know, Cleo, I… uh… I saw you fall back there.”
If it had been anyone other than Joe, she would have rolled her eyes. “Yes, I realize. No need to go rubbing it in my face now. I never claimed to be good at survival.”
“No! No no no,” Joe threw his hands out, shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Then what did you mean?”
The chest lid creaked closed once more. Now Cleo was the one to sit down on top of it so she could lace up her armor. The buckles on the chestplate were difficult to undo with undead fingers still half numb from respawning.
Another set of hands reached into view. Joe picked up the next strap down. He slid the leather through the metal clasp for her with ease. “I don’t know… I just… I’ve never seen you drop dead right in front of me before. Or if I did I never really noticed. It looked like you didn’t leave a body behind. You vanished the instant you hit the dirt.”
“Ah.”
When your average person died, their body lingered for a moment. There would be a flash of pain as the damage to their flesh and bones set in before their consciousness moved on. The husk they had left behind would linger for a moment, nothing more than an empty shell without a soul and nowhere to go. And after that short moment passed and reality caught up with the newly respawned hermit, the body would fade away only to eventually appear sometime later as nothing more than a hollow shell destined to wander the land looking for the piece of itself that had moved on without it. Forevermore looking for something to fill the gaping hole left inside.
A zombie, if you will.
Cleo didn’t have that issue. She had never come across previous iterations of herself. There were no other Cleo’s wandering around the caves like there were Joes, or Jevins, or Bdubs, or any other hermit, really. Nor would that ever happen.
She stopped bothering with the chest plate and moved on to the boots. She let Joe take it over instead. Regular laces were easier to tackle when you didn’t have circulation in your hands.
Joe took the chest plate without question. He sat down on the chest next to her, sliding the large piece of armor into his lap as he moved. Brown eyes flicked back and forth behind green glasses from the chest plate to Cleo’s face and back again.
“It’s fine. It’s FINE. It’s just a thing I do,” she muses. “One of those things that comes with not actually being alive. Don’t go worrying about it.”
“Are you sure it’s alright?”
“Of course. It’s normal for me.”
“Does it hurt?”
“B-what?!” Cleo dropped her half-tied laces. It took a moment for her to register what he was asking before she broke down laughing. Some of the tension left Joe’s shoulders as he realized she wasn’t upset. He even chuckled along nervously.
“No,” she said once she recomposed herself. “If anything, it hurts less when I respawn than it would when you do.” Part of it was because she didn’t have a body that would linger. Part of it was because her dead nerve endings couldn’t send out those sorts of signals at the rate a normal human body could. They were stunted and slow in comparison.
She finished up with the laces and pulled out the leggings. There were more straps on these, but she only had to loosen a few to slip back inside.
“I’m sorry,” Joe said with a nervous smile. “I guess I never really thought about how things might be different for you, with you being a zombie and all. “You’ve just been Cleo for as long as I’ve known you, and then something like that happens in front of my face and I can’t help but think, ‘Oh! That’s different.’”
“In all fairness, you met me after all this happened.” She motioned to herself.
“If I might ask, how did it happen?”
The strap fell from between her fingers.
“Only if it’s alright with you, though,” Joe added. He had finished up with the chest plate by now. It rested in his lap, waiting for whenever she was ready to throw it on. He leaned over. One shoulder gently bumped against her side. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. But if you do want to…”
She pursed her lips. "I don't think it's a matter of me not wanting to. It's more like I don't think I can."
Joe's nervous eyes narrowed. She could practically see the gears in his brain go into motion as he tried to parse out what she meant. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
"That’s not it. It’s more like there isn't much for me to remember. I can't recall."
Her life before her undeath was an empty gap in her mind. Sometimes there were vague notions and feelings that crept up behind her when she least expected it. For instance, she had a feeling she had been a teacher in her previous life. It was her best guess considering the odd sense of deja vu that set in whenever she lectured one of the other hermits. It felt right.
Cleo was also fairly certain that who she had been before her untimely undeath had been a lot like who she was now. She wasn’t your typical wandering zombie. She didn’t hunger to fill some empty feeling deep inside. She still had a soul. A personality. A need to explore interests and desires. There was talent in her hands that let her build palaces and raise crops. That had to have come from somewhere.
“Do you at least know how it happened?”
Sort of. But that wasn’t a very good answer.
“The first thing I can remember was being afraid. More afraid than I have ever been since,” she started. One leg of armor was fully strapped on. Her leg was firmly strapped into the greave of the other, covering everything from the knee down. The cuisse that was supposed to be covering her thigh was still hanging from the knee. Her hands moved automatically to finish tightening the leather fastenings into place.
“It was like I just woke up that way. One moment everything’s dark, and then the next, my eyes fly open and all I can think about is ‘I can’t breathe.’ I couldn’t see. I couldn’t move either, even though it felt like I was shaking like a leaf.“
It hurt like crazy, too. Not that I was physically hurt as far as I could tell later. But I suppose it’s a bit like how you describe dying from fall damage. You guys all say that you come back feeling like every bone in your body should be broken.”
But for me, it felt different. My skin burned like I had just been dipped in acid. When I closed my eyes, I saw an endless black sky and glowing purple eyes staring back at me. There was a little bit of that fear of falling, too. Like I thought I should have been falling through an abyss instead of lying down-“
“So that’s why you don’t like the End,” Joe cuts her off, eyes widening in realization. He pats a closed fist within the palm of his other hand like he’s just cracked a particularly difficult code.
“I don’t mind the End,” she snaps, playfully jabbing him in the side with an elbow. “I just have no illusions about it. I am fully aware that it is a terrible, dangerous place. And I have a healthy sense of self-preservation, unlike the rest of you.”
By now her legs are fully strapped into the armor. Joe offers the chest plate. He holds it up for her so she can slip inside. Then he reaches for the buckles at her side while she holds it in place. “We’re all professionals here. I’ll have you know that last time we beat the dragon I only cried once and died thrice.”
This time, Cleo really did roll her eyes. “Somehow, that’s still better than what I managed on that trip. Now where was I? Oh! So yeah, it didn’t feel like my bones were broken. I don’t think I died of fall damage, at least.”
“But the really weird part was that I woke up underground. In a box. Someone had gone and buried me. They must have thought I had been dead dead. No respawn. No fading body. Just me. And I suppose I was dead. It’s not like I have a heartbeat for them to feel anymore.
“It was pitch black down there. It took some fumbling around, but I managed to feel some other things in the box with me. There were jagged bits of ceramic. Couldn’t tell what those were. Some dead flowers were up by my head. They were nothing but dried-out leaves and petals at that point. And then there was a diamond pick. Whoever had buried me had been nice enough to put the pick in the box with me before closing the casket.
“It wasn’t enchanted, but it was better than nothing. There wasn’t much room to move around in the box. I couldn’t sit up straight or bend far enough to reach my toes, so I used the spike on one end to start scratching at the lid over my chest. It was the best I could do since I couldn’t swing it.
“The scraping noise it made was awful, but eventually I managed to break through. Soil came raining down as soon as I did. The hole I made widened as the dirt pressing down on it shifted. It all came down on top of me.
“It was heavy and it was everywhere; pressing down on my lungs, pinning my arm down… It got threateningly close to where I might just accidentally breathe it in…
“It felt like I would suffocate down there. In retrospect, it’s a good thing I don’t actually need to breathe. If I had, I probably would have been stuck in a death loop, assuming that my spawn was there at the time. It would have had to have been since that casket was the last place I had slept. And I was definitely having a panic attack so you can be sure there was no oxygen left in that box.
“And then I had to make the whole situation worse by pulling more dirt in. There was too much on top of the box. If I pushed out, it wouldn’t go anywhere. So it had to go somewhere. I had to use that pick to shove as much dirt as I could off to the bottom of the casket where my feet were.
“That seemed to do the trick, though. Once some of that soil wasn’t piled on top of the lid anymore, the ground had a bit more give to it. I could drag myself out through the mud, hand over hand…
She was vaguely aware that Joe had stopped messing with the straps hanging from her chest plate. Instead, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. The armor clattered at the sudden movement. “Joe-?”
His eyes were watery behind the lenses of his glasses. His other arm pulled her in for a tighter squeeze. “You must have been so scared.”
Yeah. That’s pretty much how she started explaining all this. Still, it was Joe. “Yeah.” She awkwardly brought her own arm up so she could pat his back reassuringly. “But it’s alright now.”
He returned her pat with a well-meaning one of his own against her shoulder, only to wince as the edge of her armor dug into his ribs. She pulled away and he didn’t protest. “But I still don’t get it. How did that death end up so different?”
“I’m not entirely sure after that. I just kinda rolled with what happened around me after that. It didn’t take me too long to figure out I had a few quirks. But there was one thing about that dumb box that gave me an idea or two about what happened.”
One of Joe’s eyebrows went up.
“I, uh… I went back to the gravesite later. It was so surreal, but I ended up digging it back up to check the casket for clues. It took me a while to clear out all the dirt that had spilled in from the top, but remember when I mentioned those little ceramic things I didn’t recognize?”
Joe nodded.
‘Well, when I looked at them in the daylight, they looked like broken pieces of a totem of undying.”
She paused, giving Joe plenty of time to mull over what she had just said. She watched his face flicker from one expression to another: from contemplation to confusion, to disbelief, to bewilderment. “Are you saying that you must have used a totem and it didn’t work?”
“I’m saying I don’t know for sure,” she stated plainly. “But I suspect that a totem went off and it only partially worked.”
It made sense to her. Totems bound the soul to the body in times of extreme duress. The latent power inside was so strong that it could heal in an instant and protect the flesh from future damage, if only for a little while. So let’s say the totem wasn’t fully charged, or didn’t break fast enough, or whatever other possible mishap happened that she could reasonably think of. Was it really that unreasonable to think that the totem only half worked? It could have succeeded in anchoring her soul to this body but hadn’t been enough to actually save her.
The last few buckles on her chest plate slid into place. She was once more fully protected from the dangers of this world. Or as protected as she could manage. Both she and Joe stood up. He gave her a few steps worth of space so she could pick up the chest.
“That’s actually terrifying to think about,” he said, burying his hands in his pockets. “I wonder if you got bugged out. Have you talked to Xisuma? Or any other admin on any other server?”
Cleo nodded. “I have. X took a look and it doesn’t show that there’s anything wrong with me. If it was a bug, it would be server-related. I am what I am no matter where I go, remember?”
“I know. I know. It’s just.. How does that even happen?”
She shrugged and smiled. “Your guess is as good as mine.” That’s all it really was, anyway. A guess. “Now come on. We’ve wasted enough time here. I need to get down in the mines if I’m going to have any diamonds this season.”
#whumptober 2023#prompt no. 25#“Buried alive”#hermitcraft#creative writing#zombiecleo#joe hills#zombiecleo-centric#painful respawns#broken respawn#zombie zombiecleo
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...and I'll tell her so she knows
That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head
That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand
So when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go
I won't ever let her go.
this is mostly what i was really wanting with that concept art i posted forever ago. that's why i drew the bones with pens lol.
the chorus of Forever is so tanguish and helsknight that it hurts meeee!!! like maybe the song itself has too much of its own story to be them but specifically this part of the chorus goes crazy. and also "I won't be alone for the rest of my life."
if you give me blorbos i WILL relate them to a noah kahan song it's just a matter of time
(also this means u can stop rb'ing the concept art bc it sucks!!!!!)
[Redstone and Skulk] is written by the amazing @silverskye13 ‼️ go read it ‼️
#treewords#mossarts#redstone and skulk#rns#rns tanguish#rns helsknight#i based helsknight's hand off my own which was probably a bad decision because i have tiny bony ass hands#hence the pronounced wrist bone :/#idk if there's a lore implication in the fact that helsknight has broken bones in his hand bc respawns fix everything?#and i don't think he's punched anything since his last respawn???#lol whatever. this is based on vibes JUST LIKE THE LIP SCAR THAT I ALWAYS DRAW HIM WITH ‼️
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[She attacks you violently]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, BLU SCUM?
THE REAL QUESTION IS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
#he doesn’t know how zhanna is I don’t think#he wasn’t present for the events of the comics#anyways zhanna could totally take him#like on a good day it’s a fair fight#I feel like they’re both evenly matched#but one is using poorly made Mann co tools#and the other faught bears on a regular basis just to eat food#so he’s probably leaving this conversation with a broken something or other#or maybe just going through respawn#idk#do yall want to hear some respawn hcs I have?#soldier speaks#soldier answers#anon ask#zhanna interactions
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i've had this idea brewing in my head for months that revolves around things like glitches and out of bounds and extra lives etc being considered in a watsonian sense, and that tying in to chaos control and sonic being super powerful while being just some normal guy and a bunch of other stuff. but this idea keeps growing and expanding and now any time i try to write it out i feel like this
#once i finish writing the broken universe theory you'll see. you'll ALL see#my posts#the 'haha funny tails respawning' bit to existential horror pipeline
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Anyway I think it would be cool if when Hylia's Mothers left her to protect the Triforce, it worked like an Order that overruled anything else she could do, she could not surrender to Demise any sooner than one of Farore's plants could stop photosynthesizing
#and i think she tied Link in the same way- which loosened the restrictions on her but strengthened them on him#it's why Link *can't* die or lose and gets respawned each time. he's under an Order to protect the same as Hylia#except of course. the downfall timeline#which i shall attribute to the sacred realm being turned into the dark world and weakening the Great Three Goddesses#so their Order could be broken- if only by failure#I've been thinking about how the Light Spirits should have been able to prevent the dark world in the dftl#but just. didn't.#trying to come up with an answer that makes sense with all lore is impossible#this post about Hylia is not an answer btw#it just came out of me poking the goddesses with a stick#also like Hylia's grey moment is. 'while in a time loop i used Link in a war'#the goddesses grey moment is 'let's flood all of hyrule because a ten year old boy wanted to get back home in his own body'#but if i think too hard about the time loop in sk sw I'll end up with even more questions than the t p lore gives me#ahhhhhhhhhh
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fuck malamar all my homies hate malamar
#good morning i just spent 3 hours in pokemon sword working on the pokedex#and at least 1 of them was spent on malamar only#i have an inkay but no matter how i couldn't fucking get it to evolve#idk if my console is broken and didn't register when i flipped it or what#anyways i gave up and went to this route in the isle of armor to catch a carvanha#and after a try i turn around and A MALAMAR WAS ROAMING NEXT TO ME#unfortunately i killed it but i thought it would respawn... it didn't#i spent almost another hour in that area and it didn't appear#it literally gaslit me#and when i look at the pokedex for the location it says 'unknown location'????#i don't even know if that malamar was real or not at this point#anyways at least in that area i could not only catch carvanha but also taurus miltank and heracross so that was nice
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Master Post
All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:
Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.
One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.
Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)
(Updated as of 02/10/2024: Master Post 2 has latest)
Multi-Parts
The Royal Consort: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
The Bakery is a Front!...right?: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
Child Support: Part 1, Part 2
Alfred's Boy: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
The Adoptive Son: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Phantom's Number 1 fan: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4
Passion for Fashion: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Danny and The Fan Blog: Part 1, part 2, Part 3
Congratulations! It's Triplets!: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Ghost King Summon dare: Part 1 , Part 2
The Dauntless Matchmaker: Part 1 Part 2
One-Shots
The Assistant: Part 1
The Ghost Trio's Food Trip: Part 1
Legal Compensation: Part 1
Love Among Fans: Part 1
Lex Luther's Youngest: Part 1
Misplace Baby: Part 1
The Infinite Realms Hobby Store: Part 1
Obsession Runs in the Family: Part 1
Farm Hand: Part 1
Vague Threats: Part 1
Game of Deadly Love: Part 1
Retired-Rouge: Part 1
The Real Blood Son: Part 1
The Kid of Candles: Part 1
Magic Older Brother: Part 1
Keep The God Kid Busy!: Part 1
Dog walker: Part 1
Clockwork's Cookbook: Part 1
Respawn and Relive: Part 1
The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King: Part 1
Finders Keeper: Part 1
What's the rule again?: Part 1
The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord: Part 1
Big Fish in Gotham Pond: Part 1
Immunity system: part 1
Wrong Number: Part 1
Timeline Prevention Squad: Part 1
Requests
The Masters are Aliens: Part 1
Ghost Zone Read: Part 1
Red Hood's Snow: Part 1
Jason Sees Dead People: Part 1
Ghost Dad: Part 1
Wayne Manor Ghost: Part 1
The Siren of Iceberg Lounge: Part 1
Single Dad: Part 1
The Orginal: Part 1
The Ghost King's Fibs: Part 1
Red ParentHood: Part 1
Woo thy Butler My Lord: Part 1
Jason's Doll: Part 1
Double Vision: Part 1
Dealeyed Soulmates: Part 1
Rescue Mission: Part 1
Danny's Online Persona: Part 1
Practice makes perfect: Part 1
Alley Boyfriends: Part 1
Demon and Angel Brat: Part 1
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Sam didn't want to be here, but her parents forced her to come to this gala. At least Jazz joined her.
Sam still wasn't a fan of how her parents helped Danny's political work, which led to her going to Gala and similiar! But to go against the Justice League and GIW, they would need to do this and have connections around the world. JL most often ignored them, and the GIW made them most often go crazy in Amity Park.
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But to change something, they would have to do something about the Justice League, which has ignored them for such a long time already. They need new resources, and with the JL saying ghosts don't exist, they don't get them for their destroyed town.
So after Danny joked he could go to politics and just get resources that way, the next thing she knows Vlad and her parents helped Danny with it.
This was how Danny became a young Politician with connections to people like Deathstroke. Who joined to lead the PMC of Vlad.
And very much money and with magic(ghost) he can just teleport away. It was a easy Deal for Slade to take.
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Back to the Gala.
And the son of Bruce Wayne was already pissing her off. So after he pulled her away, she gave him a hard kick that he blocked.
And then she left to return to Jazz and go to her parents. She wants to leave, and it seems like her parents have already done the talking. And they too plan to leave; the next meeting is in Metroplis.
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Damian had no idea what to say, but this girl's kick broke his arm. It was a flawless kick and beautiful, too. Is this how it has been since Father met Mother?
At the start it was just talking with because his family forced him and then Jason asked him for a new sword to talk wit her. Jason wanted to talk alone with the red-haired woman who was with her.
Looking at his broken arm it seems like Damian has a crush.
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One-sided Vegan Rights
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Sam had to listen to her parents how she won't ever be alone with Damian or similiar again. "They don't need to tell her that!! They rather have go on date with Respawn again.
For once she will listen to them. She herself don't like people who help the JL.
#dp#dcau#dc comics#dc#danny phantom#dp x dc#batman#dp + dc#danny fenton#dc x dp#Sam manson#Damian x Sam one sided#Damian wayne#jason Todd#Bruce wayne#Pamela Manson#Vlad Master#GIW#Justice League#amity park don't like heroes#amity park#amity park hates the justice league#amity park hates outsiders most of the time#amity park hates people helping the Justice league#any kind of people#polican Danny#Jazz Fenton#Respawn x Sam#deathstroke the terminator#Deathstroke
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A post about Alastor turning into a kid prompted a spiraling daydream wherein Husk gets thrown to Earth in the past. Sometime between 1905 and 1912 ish. He's a demon so of course people are fucking terrified of him so he takes off running through the back alleys, hiding in the shadows, and ends up crashing through the window of someone's house trying to stay out of sight. The house was dark so he thought it was empty, so Husk is completely shocked when he brushes himself off and turns to find a very familiar kid staring up at him.
All things considered, kiddo Alastor is ENTIRELY too calm about the giant winged cat monster with four-inch talons and wicked yellow fangs that came barrelling in through his bedroom window. Not that Husk is complaining, since the kid sneaks him some food and a beer. He's less than thrilled when little Alastor suggests he live in the closet as a pet, but at least he has somewhere he can stay out of sight until he figures out how to get back where he belongs...
The first night, Husk is awoken by the sound of furious yells through the door. Glass shattering. A muffled grunt. Slowly he pushes open the closet door to see Alastor huddled against the wall with a large man towering over him, reeking of beer with his fist raised.
Husk doesn't stop to think about the fact that this is a living human who won't respawn like all of the demons he's killed in Hell. One quick slice of his claws and it's over. The drunk bastard is dead. The hid is staring up at Husk, spattered in the man's blood.
Now, Husk doesn't regret putting the mean bastard down, but he knows he can't stay. So he tells Alastor to say a robber broke in and fled out the window when things got violent. Only, Alastor wants to go with Husk. Husk asks about Alastor's mother, and the look on the kid's face says it all. But Husk doesn't need a brat weighing him down and the kid doesn't need to get mixed up with demons so Husk just sweeps out the window, intent on leaving Alastor behind.
Only, Alastor follows him right outside, slicing himself on a piece of broken glass in his desperation not to be left behind. There's a lot of screaming and crying and Husk frantically looking around in case someone's heard before he finally cracks and agrees to take Alastor with him.
Cue the adventures of the alcoholic homeless cat demon and his tiny boss he accidentally kidnadopted as he tries to figure out a way back home while also searching for a safe place he can dump the brat.
Including such shenanigans as:
Husk bundled up in a trench coat, 3 sweaters, 7 scarves, a hat, a pair of mittens, and heavy boots, in Louisiana, IN THE SUMMER, asking around for a job.
Beby Alastor happily playing with Husk's wings (the mental image that convinced me to actually type all this out).
Husk teaching Alastor how to play poker and regretting it when not two games later, the kid is cleaning him out (they're betting bottle caps).
Husk's debut as a street magician, still dressed in aforementioned trench coats and scarves. He hates every moment of it but Alastor loves it, the little menace.
(This was kinda sorta inspired by this post from @nunalastor.)
#random thoughts#Hazbin Hotel#Dad Husk AU#I'll think of a better name later#unless I don't#Husk (Hazbin Hotel)#Alastor#child abuse cw
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Day Seven - Soulmates
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Soulmates, as everyone knows, share each other's pain. Bruises, scrapes, broken bones. Fevers, infections. Anything, everything. Nothing physical is left behind, just. Pain.
Roier kinda thinks it's all bullshit. There's all sorts of philosophy attached to it, like the idea that sharing pain is supposed to bring you and your soulmate together, but that idea doesn't really matter when you don't even know who your soulmate is. It's just pain for the sake of pain, and it's absolutely ridiculous, and he kinda hates it.
...But maybe Roier is biased, just a little. His soulmate, whoever they are, is either the most accident-prone person on the planet, or they've been a soldier since Roier was still in middle school. After years and years of constant aches and pains and bruises and fucking stab wounds right through the stomach and gunshots fired through the shoulder and the throat, Roier's tired.
Roier doesn't hate his soulmate. He probably loves them, actually; he started working out in middle school just so he could grow up into a strong enough man to be able to protect his soulmate the way they deserved. He just also thinks it's kind of bullshit that he and his soulmate have to share this much without not knowing who each other is.
"It's just kind of ridiculous, you know?" he asks.
"I guess," Cellbit hesitantly agrees.
Cellbit, unlike Roier, seems pretty into the whole soulmate thing. He doesn't think he has one, but he likes the idea of people being able to find someone special just for them that they can love and who will love them back. Sharing pain, to Cellbit, is the same as sharing a warm cup of coffee on a cold winter's morning: it's just something that people who love each other do.
Roier sighs, but he doesn't say anything else, mostly because he's decided he kinda likes Cellbit and he doesn't want to lose him before he can work up the nerve to ask him over for, like. Dinner. Or sex.
Tonight, they're side-by-side in sleeping bags on the deck of their newly-claimed Base Guapita. The kids are asleep inside, and Cellbit's hands are rough and red from an afternoon spent putting up the communications tower. He's half asleep, but Roier is wide awake and staring at the stars and trying to connect them into something meaningful.
Cellbit is... nice. He's nice. Him and Roier got off on the wrong foot, and he kinda super needs to shower more often, but he's sweet, and he has a cute smile when he deigns to show it. His eyes are breathtaking. His hands are big. His arms are covered in too many scars to count, and so is what little of his chest and neck he shows beneath his button-up and vest.
(Roier remembers waking up screaming a week or so ago and immediately checking his arms to make sure he wasn't the one getting fucking shredded with- with something. Bobby ran downstairs to check on him, and he got to the bottom floor just in time to watch Roier pass out as his soulmate died and had to respawn.
The day after that, Roier idly watched as Cellbit and Felps argued in the corner of his garden. He couldn't catch much of what they were saying, but the scars on Cellbit's arms were new, maybe.
Maybe...)
In the end, it's Cellbit who continues the conversation:
"If I do have a soulmate," he murmurs, voice slurred from exhaustion and muffled slightly by his pillow, "I kind of feel bad for them."
"Mm?"
Absently, Cellbit rolls onto his back, his arms falling on top of the sleeping bag's outer layer. One hand brushes along the largest of the opposite arm's scars.
Ah.
"Nah, it's probably fine," Roier says. He adjusts himself so that he's laying on his side facing Cellbit with his hand propping his head up. "Aren't you the guy who thinks sharing pain is romantic and stuff?"
"It isn't romantic," Cellbit scoffs. "It's pain. Nobody should have to go through it."
"Or maybe nobody should have to go through it alone. Isn't that what all this soulmate shit is about?"
Cellbit glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "I thought you didn't believe in soulmates."
"What?" Roier gasps, dramatically offended. "No! Of course I do! I just don't get all that philosophical stuff. Like, what's the point of sharing pain if you don't know who you're sharing with, you know?"
"Because it's what people who love each other do."
Roier snaps with a grin. "There you go! You and your soulmate love each other, so you want to share each other's pain. Right?"
Cellbit hums, "Or maybe he just wants to stop it."
Oh. "'He'? Do you-"
Cellbit cuts him off with a shake of the head: "No, I don't. I just know he would be a he. I'm not, ah..."
Oh, shit.
Roier knows Cellbit well enough by now to know when he doesn't want to elaborate on something, so he offers a cheerful, "Cool!", before going quiet again.
Then:
"I hope you find him, man," Roier says. He sits up and pats Cellbit on the shoulder with a smaller, more genuine smile. "I know he's out there."
Cellbit watches him warily. "I'm not even sure if he exists."
"Nah, he does. And I'd better get to be your best man, okay? If not, I'm stealing your husband."
Cellbit snorts quietly, lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Of course, guapito."
"Good." Roier nods, and he settles back into his sleeping bag. His bones, as usual, are aching. His hands burn, and he doesn't know what the hell his soulmate has been up to today, but he's going to make them start wearing gloves when he finds them.
He flops onto his opposite side, and then he screeches as his arm impales itself on the pointy end of an exposed screw.
"Chinga su madre-" he swears, scrambling out of his sleeping bag to dig up the hammer he and Cellbit were using earlier when they were renovating the airship.
Cellbit sits up, eyes wide. "Guapito? What happened?"
Roier slams his hammer into the screw in response with an irritated, pained, "Fucking nail got me in the arm, what the fuck?"
He turns his attention back to the floorboards, turning his sleeping bag over to inspect the rest of the floor for any loose nails.
(He does not notice Cellbit's face pale as he raises a shaky hand to his own arm, right where the screw had hit Roier. He looks from Roier's bleeding arm to his own, and a faint, excited, surprised, terrified smile crosses his face, and a blush paints itself across his nose and cheeks, and he has to cover his mouth to keep himself from letting out the happiest little squeal possible.)
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What happened to Dark Meta during Meta's soul corruption, if it would even affect him
anon I'm taking this opportunity to info dump about mirror world counterparts to set up the context so thank you so much for the ask
Counterparts are brought to life from the Dimensional Mirror! Gazing into the mirror itself isn't a requirement, but for a reflection to be created, the one they are reflecting must be alive at that specific time. If a reflection's original host dies, the reflection will still live on, but they can no longer respawn if they are shattered.
A counterpart can share the same abilities as their original host, such as physical strength or magical abilities, but their defenses will always be notably weaker. They can take hits, but landing a mortal wound or causing a serious affliction may cause them to shatter like a mirror. The broken shards will appear to evaporate, and after sometime the counterpart will reform and re-emerge from the Dimensional Mirror, so long as the original host is alive. This is when counterparts can develop the reflection of any scars their original versions currently have (sort of like getting a texture update)
The original hosts will reflect scars onto their counterparts, but any permanent scars that mirror counterparts have won't show up on the originals! It's a one way effect. Whatever happens to Dameta will have no effect on MK. However, what happens to MK can occasionally have a muted effect on Dameta.
Mirror counterparts are fairly separate from their original hosts, as the Dimensional Mirror brought them to life as their own beings. Technically speaking, they have souls, but those too are more fragile than the originals they're based on, and are incapable of corrupting (they'd shatter into mirror shards before reaching that point).
Counterparts function independently from their original hosts (even if said original dies, as previously mentioned) and while scars will show up, the pain that might've come with them is entirely absent for reflections.
However, wounds inflicted via powerful magic can sometimes cross this boundary. Mir Nonsurat has had his fair share of strange dreams ever since he developed his original counterpart's scars, and Dameta probably had a few weirdly vague feelings of serenity when Meta Knight was under effect of the Heart Spear.
As for MK's soul corruption? It was likely something like this:
A bit like having a phantom heart attack.
#post's rambles#kirby right back at ya#mir falspar#mir dragato#post's art gallery#dameta is a little dramatic about it but he was probably genuinely freaked out for a moment there#and tacking this on for good measure#IYD spoilers
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hi there!! I'm new here, and I really like your writing lol. There's not a whole male reader stuff in the tf2 fandom from what I've seen, like, at all, and you're writing is just- skandnsns *so* good-
Anyways, uh, I'm sorry if you're not taking requests right now, I only just found your blog about a month ago, but I wanted to send in smt if that's okay??
Anyways, I was wonderin' if you could write something with the mercs, with a reader who has a panic attack the first time they respawn?
Like, maybe their a recent recruit, and they somehow haven't died on the battlefield yet?? The feeling of dying is probably horrible, that moment of not being able to breath, before nothing, even after respawning, so maybe after the match they skink off by themselves, not even noticing how off their acting as they leave. Platonic or romantic is fine lol. Sorry if I worded this weird, or it's too long, I've never really requested smt before
Anyways, love your writing dude!!
First Respawn || TF2 Mercs x M!Reader
can be read as platonic or romantic
Context: You and another merc were actually doing pretty well together- since you were assigned to shadow the more experienced people to really figure out how to fight and travel efficiently. Both of you were caught off guard by an enemy Heavy, who killed you both.
Scout
Jeremy respawned with a fit of curses and a stretching routine, yammering on about how Heavys shouldn't be allowed to sneak around. Then, he looked over to you. You were frantically touching over your chest and legs, desperately searching for the wounds you just felt agonizingly rip you from life. Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek before he crouched down to where you were.
"Hey man, 's'all good. That's respawn for you! You can never die here!" Scout explained lightheartedly.
"I- I felt-" A wrapped finger pressed against your lips, followed by a look of understanding and underlying discomfort.
"Shh, I know. I can't stand it either, but you don't really have a choice. You either just don't die or you bite your tongue and power through, kay? If the bosslady sees us chit-chattin', we'll both be in trouble!" Jeremy pulled you to stand up and shoved your weapon into your arms. "We can talk about it later, I'm really sorry pal."
Soldier
You and Jane were quickly executed and brought back to spawn. For Soldier, it was just another death. It's not like it meant anything! He quickly gathered his weapon and charged out, only to return a few seconds later.
"ON YOUR FEET, PRIVATE! UNLESS THOSE LEGS ARE BROKEN, OUR COUNTRY EXPECTS US TO FIGHT!" He tried to encourage you.
"I just died!" You wheeze out, more shocked than anything. "I'm dead! I got killed! I-"
Soldier yanked you to your feet and dragged you out to the battle field again, much to your scrambled protests.
"TEUFORT IS ALL ABOUT DYING AND COMING BACK! WE CAN LIVE FOREVER HERE!"
From somewhere you can't quite make out, you hear your Medic start to shout: "We are not living forever! Just unkillable!"
Pyro
Pyro had never seen a reaction like that before for respawn. They had seen anger, frustration- well, mostly anger. They watched carefully as tears streamed down your eyes as you sunk to the ground. You seemed... shell shocked? It was hard to really see through the pink clouds and mishearing your sobs as baby's laughter, but Pyro could definitely tell that something was up.
They placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, then pat your head softly with a humming of an upbeat tune. You didn't know the Pyro well, but from what you had heard from Engie and Medic, this was a definite attempt to comfort you. With one last sniffle, Pyro pointed to the doors with an excited cheer. You knew you had a job to do and not enough time in the day to do it in.
Pyro kept you close and looked around a lot more once out on the field as they hid you from most people's sight.
Demoman
As much as you and Tavish were friends off the clock, he really could be too daft. You gasped as you respawned, coughing violently. Tavish turned to you with a confused expression, but realized immediately that- oh shit, that was your first respawn. Demoman pulled you close and cradled you tight with a murmuring for you to follow his deep breaths.
"Right-o, breeeeathe. In... Out... Good job, just deep breaths." Tavish sighed quietly as he led you out of the spawn room and to a more private location. "That's respawn. You can't die here- but it's a hell of a thing to get used to it is. Sit back and hide while you calm down. If anyone notices a dip in my killstreak, I'd get a paycut."
As asshole-ish as it was for him to leave you, you really understood. He had a mother to take care of, after all. At least he talked to you after in detail about the functions along with Engineer and Medic.
Heavy
Heavy immediately noticed the nervous shakes that wracked through your body as life seemed to be thrust back into your arms just as quickly as it was torn away. Mikhail sighed and patted your back- a little too roughly for your liking, but the height and power difference was most likely to blame for that.
"It is... not easy to start- jarring? Yes, jarring at start." Mikhail sympathizes. "Deep breathing, we won't let it happen again." He promised as he nudged Sasha towards you. All you could offer was a weak smile as tears forced themselves down your cheeks.
Heavy felt a pang of guilt for needing to go right back to work, especially when his charge was so broken up about literally dying (it was reasonable, after all.), but orders were orders and the mouths of his family couldn't be fed by wasting time. He kept you close as he refused to keep you out of his sight at all- protecting you from any further harm.
Engineer
"Dag-nabbit! Those big guys should- oh." Dell watched as you started to hyperventilate and quickly rushed you to the intel room for a bit more privacy.
"Here, we can set up a few sentries here. Hide under the desk while I'm gone, okay? I'll be right back son." Was all you really could hear as you scrambled over to the desk with shakes and sobs deafening you to the outside world. It felt like hours, but finally a warm presence enveloped you. Dell stroked your hair and shushed you softly as you worked through the thrill of revival.
"I bet that was a scare, huh? Don't you worry. Me and Medic worked extra hard on these machines. You're gonna be safe in my hands, son. Don't you worry one lil' bit."
Spy
He rolled his eyes as you tried to feel for the now-healed bullet wounds, but deep down, he knew that he did the exact same thing on his first respawn. Half heartedly, he offered you a cigarette.
"It takes your mind off it- are you allergic to cannabis?"
How the hell did he manage to smuggle marijuana into a military establishment?! Wasn't this one of the most secure bases of Mann. Co?! Nevertheless, in moreso an act of desperation rather than actual desire to smoke, you deeply inhaled the smoke... Only to cough so loud and violently that you accidentally made yourself throw up.
Your superior was not impressed at the sight.
"I'm never letting you smoke my cigarettes again."
Medic
Ludwig was just how you expected him to be as you crumpled to your knees. He bragged about his amazing invention in an attempt to comfort you. A gloved hand brushed over your chest at where the bullets were with a manic smile.
"See! No holes! Quite the genius invention, yes?" He hummed happily. "Now, I know the adrenaline is still in your veins from well- dying- but that is more of a boost for when you get back out on the field!"
"Boost?! Back Out?! Hell no!" You protested as you scrambled away from Ludwig. "I fucking died!"
He clicked his tongue with an unamused expression. "Only temporarily- I'd argue not at all! Your heart barely stopped!"
You decided to keep your emotions and arguments to yourself.
Sniper
"How the hell did the big guy even get into my nest? Probably broke the ladder climbin'- you alright?"
You clearly weren't.
"Awe shit, yeah. Probably your first time kickin' the bucket." He muttered, mostly to himself as he crouched down to speak to you at eye level.
"Don't be too frazzled, chickadee. It's not the Heavy's you'll be worrying about mostly when you stick with me. At least the other Spy is efficient about the backstabs. I barely even feel 'em half the time."
You knew he was trying to be comforting, but it really just... didn't work too well.
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Trying something new…
TF2 mercs with a reader experiencing a panic attack. Gender neutral.
This has Engie, Medic, and Scout, cuz I love those three especially. Not sure if I can do requests, but I could try.
Notes: I’ve never had the pleasure of actually playing the game because my technology is very limited (one day…), but I love the characters. If my writing for the mechanics is wack, that’s why.
I also know it would be hard to have a panic disorder and be a mercenary, but I feel like it could still happen sometimes. They’re still human.
Warnings: descriptions of panic attacks and other mental health ailments that may be associated with them, including dissociation, hyperventilation, insomnia, and hallucinations.
Engineer:
-You had been forced into a corner. Inching closer and closer to respawn by the second.
-How many more hits could you take? You weren’t sure. But you didn’t want to go through that again…it had happened so many times…maybe you truly were losing your touch.
-The breath hitched in your throat, and tears threatened to spill down your face. Please…please just leave me alone…!
-A voice crooned from just behind him. The sadistic grin was wiped off your attacker’s face as he received a bright bolt of light to the back of his head, slumping over with a thud.
- “That’s just about enough a’ that, son.” Engineer, with the Short Circuit still smoking, looked down at you. “Ah…” Even with his eyes covered by his goggles, you could see the pleased smirk drop immediately as he retracted the weapon.
-Maybe it was the visible concern, maybe it was the fact that you didn’t have to be in fight or flight anymore, but the dam broke. You couldn’t breathe, every attempt at getting air came out in sharp gasps, audibly sobbing.
-“C’mere, darlin’…how bad did he getcha… Whoa—”
-You clamped your arms around him when he went to help you up, holding for dear life as your face quickly became slick with tears. “T-too close…I, I almost…oh my gosh…”
-Engie went rigid for a moment, clearly not expecting the sudden grasp, not knowing what to do.
-Machines, those he knew how to fix. But to find one of his closest teammates broken down crying in his arms, shaking like a leaf… how could he fix that? Could he…? Surely, surely he could. He would. That was his job!
-Slowly, warmly, two strong arms wrapped around you, stroking your shoulder with his thumb.
-“Now, now, honey…don’t you cry, I got ‘em for ya. And if anyone lays another finger on ya, they’re gettin’ a wrench to the dome, hear me?” You nodded quick, curling your head into his shoulder.
-“Let’s get you outta here, we’ll find the doc together, patch you up. Up ya go…”
-Assuming you didn’t start walking by yourself, he did his best to smoothly transfer you out of the embrace and into a close carry.
-You still struggled to catch your breath, and as he picked his pace up, you rested your head against his chest.
-Feeling his voice reverberate, you heard him humming the song he’d been softly singing the other night. The same one you had fallen asleep to. Trying to soothe you, in his own sort of way.
Medic
-Burning. Burning all over. That’s all you remember. You’d dropped your guard…there was just a Pyro and a Scout left, and you’d ended up completely burned.
-As you were brought back, you found that you couldn’t stand.
-Medic hurried up to you as you dropped to your knees, MediGun in hand. “Ah, wunderbar (wonderful)! I have saved a charge just for you, let’s go finish—oh. (Y/N), was ist los (what’s the matter)???”
-You grasped at your arms, your legs, you swore you could still feel the flames licking at you. Your breathing sped up, feeling your heart pounding in your ears.
-Medic may have had his license revoked, but he still knew exactly what this was.
-As you tried to get up and listen to what he had been telling you to do, he immediately stood in front of you. “Nein, I cannot in good conscience let you go back out right now. Bitte (please), (Y/N), sit down.”
-Plunking yourself right back down on the floor, you fought hard against the tightness that was forming in your throat. “That…that freaking sucked…”
-“I know that it did.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him moving to put an arm around your shoulder, giving you a moment to back away if you needed to.
-He seemed surprised when you instead leaned against him, trying your best to keep yourself together.
-“Oh! …ah, Liebe, that is not one you recover from quickly. Sit still…it’s okay.”
-The doctor reached over and softly ruffled your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. A few tears escaped your eyes, but you were beginning to catch your breath again.
-“I know I was a bit strict, but…sending you out like this could easily get you killed again…and we do not want that.”
-Medic stared daggers towards the direction of the scent of smoke. How dare they set you ablaze. He’d make sure to take them out in pieces…
-The thought of bloodshed nearly drove him to his feet, almost hungry for it, but as he looked at you, he dropped his shoulders. We can get revenge later. They need me right now.
-“Liebe, listen. Don’t work so hard, alright? It’s no good for your heart… There will be hell to pay for that…for now though...stay here. And I’ll stay too, if it helps. I just healed everyone, I think they’ll be good.”
-You glanced up at him. “Are you comfortable like this?” He rolled his eyes wearily, but chuckled.
-“Me? I’m just fine.”
Scout
-The enemy Spy had been absolutely unrelenting for the last few days. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere at all.
-You were so anxious about going back to that the next day that it was even beginning to mess with your sleep. You swear you saw shadows moving, eyes in the dark…the lack of sleep only made it worse.
-Every encounter with that menace ran through your mind, playing on repeat as you stared at the ceiling. Finally, you decided to give up on sleep and go back downstairs.
-Upon seeing a shadow standing in the darkness, you couldn’t help but stumble backwards with a gasp, fumbling for a weapon that wasn’t anywhere near you.
-“Whoa! Hey pal, whatcha doin’ up right now?”
-The voice was clearly that of the Scout…or maybe that was what he wanted you to think.
-Unable to catch your breath, you ended up with your back to a wall, hands up in front of you in a panic. You saw Scout through your fingers—and quickly-accumulating tears at the corners of your vision. He looked…worried. Extremely so.
-Scout was confused, not atypical for him. But why were they so afraid? He hadn’t been too loud, had he? “…(Y/N)…it’s me, Scout. Jeremy. Ya…ya don’t gotta be scared. I’m sorry…didn’t mean ta scare ya.”
-Your hands visibly shook as you looked at him, desperately searching for some sign that could tell you if this was real or fake. “…you’re the real one…?”
-Oh. They were scared about the Spy…that scared? He’d noticed they’d been acting way different.
-“It’s the real me, (Y/N). Ain’t no freakin’ Spy gettin’ in here with me around. I’d never lie to ya, so please…”
-Somehow this did the trick. You fell apart, crying into your hands, which were cold and clammy at this point, ashamed of your own fear. “I’m sorry! …I’m sorry…”
-“Hey…it’s okay, I gotcha…” Scout knelt down in front of them, holding his empty hands out. Maybe if they see I’m not armed, it’ll help?
-You felt a gentle tap on your knee. Pulling one hand back, you found Scout holding his own out to you. “C’mere a sec.”
-Taking his hand, his fingers carefully intertwined with yours. You could feel the roughness around his palm from the constant grip on his bat.
-His eyes were bright, even in the dark. “That Spy? He’s a wuss, ya hear me? All talk. And next time we go up against him, we’re gonna send him back to his base pissin’ himself and cryin’ for his ma, cuz nobody messes with us, right?”
-You couldn’t help but crack a smile as he tried to rally you, in the carefree cocky way he always did. “Y-yeah…that’s right.”
-“You know it! We’ll win, we always do! And if he gets anywhere near you, I’ll whack his friggin’ lights out, so don’t you worry, doll! Not out there…and not here.”
-With this, he pulled you in by the hand and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a firm pat on the back. “You know I’d never let anybody hurt ya, right?”
-“Y-yeah…thank you. Sorry I got so scared.”
“Don’t gotta apologize for nothin’. He’s a creep, I don’t blame ya. But that’s all he is.”
-Your eyelids were now growing heavy, and a quiet yawn interrupted the conversation.
-“Sleep, (Y/N). I’m right here. Ain’t nothin’ gonna touch ya with me here.”
#tf2#team fortress#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 x reader#engineer x reader#medic x reader#scout x reader#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic#tf2 scout#tf2 x reader#mint writes
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!!CW!! Broken bones and blood
I was listening to an edgy song and remembered “puppeteer Gaggle” from @sm-baby’s Carnival AU, and and got an idea
I’m planning on making a digital version that’s a bit more… intense but have this for now
Bonus:
If you can’t make it out Gaggle is saying “I had a bad day, so blorbo had to suffer lol (dw I’ll write some fluff when he respawns)
#the amazing digital carnival#carnival au#digital circus#tadc#the amazing digital circus#Cw broken bones#tw broken bones#tw injury#cw injury#cw blood#tw blood#tw body horror#cw body horror#cw gore#tw gore
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eight minutes
Cleo hits the ground. The ground hits Cleo. Their skin tears. Everything in their body shatters. The moment before the pain hits, shards of bone puncture already-dead flesh like broken glass.
They blink into respawn, livid, red. Nine minutes and twenty one seconds left to live.
pspspsps go read my cowriter's contribution to the @trafficzine
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What kinds of jobs would Inkling society have that humans wouldn't? Besides the obvious ones (Grizz Co, etc.)
i feel like i've thought about this before or even made a post before but it might've just been in my brain? The possibilities are literally endless and I haven't thought very much into it but I might as well throw some in - except I will include jobs that we also have, but that would be notably different.
Turf War related jobs:
Stage construction: constructing ink battling stages and modifying them for rotations in different modes - changing the layouts and setting up towers, clam baskets, etc.
Cleanup crew: cleaning up special weapon and sub weapon shells and other junk after Turf Wars, lost-and-found
Lobby reception: and whatever else jobs you would have in Lobbies. if only we knew the full process of getting into a turf war.
Turf War judge: I REFUSE to believe that a freaking cat and his cloned son are the only turf war judges in existence when theres like 237489236423 turf wars happening at any given moment. Anyway, this job handles timing, watching and judging results for ink battles and includes making sure no rules are broken.
Turf War commentator: mostly for tournaments, but may be paired with the above entry
Ink Battle Coach: we have football coaches, same thing. etc
Weapon repairer/modifier: The turf weapon repair scene NEEDS more competition....
Jobs that we also have, but are very different:
Healthcare jobs: you need specialists for EVERY SPECIES.
Dentists, but for the cephalopodan beak and radula. Different dentists for crab mouthparts. And then, of course LITERAL dentists, for the fish and sharks and other creatures that DO have actual teeth.
Hairdresser, but in the Mollusc Era most people have hair that is literally meat to at least some extinct, and feels pain. Specialized mainly between fin stylist and tentacle stylist, probably
Fisherman, in the traditional sense - most food is probably definitely seafood, from the ocean. But given the implication of terrestrial wild fish, there's like... probably land fishermen. Which would most likely just be hunters.
Street food. Most Mollusc Era street food aimed at Cephalings is some variation of fried shrimp, crab, deep fried Thing or takoyaki (that might not have octopus in it, at least hopefully, but it also may.)
Probably unique jobs:
Fryer. Given that Fred Crumbs literally got himself fried head to toe for fashion, there's... well, "frying" is likely a body mod that you can learn to do. It might not require a job if it's something like solarium in execution?
Shell tattooist for all the shelled species - could be hardy paint.
Like every turf war job I listed above.
i was going to include something about childbirth and nurses but given we have very little information about anything and i dont want to think about how on earth that even works for species with eggs, OR species with 100 eggs at once, we're skipping this. use your imagination.
Kelp farmer (we may have this, but it's definitely not a common job.)
Respawn First Aid. For when people get splatted in the middle of the city and need ink quick. In hindsight, it may be a matter of there being an ink canister for this purpose in most public buildings and it can be broken out in an emergency situation. Like one of those red fire bottle foam things (i forgot the name).
Egg Hunter (Grizzco, but there must be others)
Zapfish Farmer
Symbiosis Counselor. like a marriage counselor, but for symbiote citizens and their hosts that struggle to get along.
That's all I can think of for now, but drop ideas in the replies I guess!
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