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journey-to-the-attic · 6 months

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YK ITS NO LONGER HALLOWEEN BUT!! ddvd luci, zhao, ik doing matching costumes like…think abt it. zhao and ik together can convince lucifer 100%. vampire family?! it works out until ik keeps gnawing on lucifer’s hand,, but yk i think ddvd luci would be very sad and sulky at ik growing up…js a bit when ik dosent need him as much anymore

“do you want to go get icecream? with the three flavors?”

“oh maybe later”

“o h okay”

5 minutes later

“luci it’s fine, she’s just a bit older now”

“IS IT??” as he looks like a sad old peacock man

it doesn't have to be halloween to think about matching costumes!!! love them being a vampire family... ik would be a little baby bat and zhao would hold her high up in the air so she can pretend she's flying and then lucifer would take them all for an ACTUAL flight (alternatively: they all go as dragons and lucifer almost burns down the hol because ik was so excited about him pretending to breathe fire with a spell)

i feel like they'd have a night-time routine that always involves little ik getting a story read to her, and the first night she says she doesn't want it lucifer stays awake for like four hours, staring at the ceiling silently until zhao distracts him with some of mammon's shenanigans

he is so so sad when ik first decides she doesn't want to get carried around anymore... he'll very subtly follow her as she goes about her Very Serious Kid Business, hoping she'll change her mind again - whenever she tires herself out enough to reach for him again, he's absolutely over the MOON and will be in a good mood for the rest of the week

(if anyone other than zhao points out that he's definitely sulking he'll glare at them and/or threaten to ground them. when zhao asks about it lucifer just looks at him with his equivalent of 🥺, which is basically just a frown, but different in a very subtle way that only zhao knows how to decipher)

#answering asks #anon asks #barbatos would make ik her little bat costume and he would nearly cry when ik goes 'thank you uncle!!'#dad in the devildom #zhaolu #first lucifer learns the joys of fatherhood and then he gets hit with the Melancholy #past a certain point he'd stop even pretending otherwise #everyone in the house is equally devastated that humans grow up so fast #it's not FAIR they're supposed to stay LITTLE and easy to rock to sleep #zhao has to be the one to keep everyone afloat #he too feels the Melancholy but he's also juggling stepdad duties so he has less time to brood about it #also of everyone ik's least likely to reject him even once she hits her precocious years #when she's still very little she has a habit of just clambering up into satan's lap while he's reading and taking a nap with him #one day satan realises she hasn't done it in several weeks and he's like 'oh. :('

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years

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The Miys, Ch. 65

I am so, so sorry for getting this out so late in the day. I know this should have gone up almost eight hours ago. Entirely too much has been going on.

Thank you for bearing with.

“Final systems check,” Grey announced, glancing briefly over from the display and nodding at me.

Noah waved its left liw and vomu in a very human gesture, albeit in multiple. “Proper recordings of every Terran scientific paper in our database are prepared to be communicated directly into your translation implant.”

“He means audio,” I stage-whispered to Conor and Maverick. Tyche had marched out and read them the riot act after she and I cleared the air. Their abashed apologies once she dragged them back were still under consideration, but I felt safer with them in the room.

I was also a bit loopy on the sedatives they had given me for my blood pressure. So sue me.

Rolling her eyes, my sister turned to Antoine. “And the connection?”

“Strong and clear,” he confirmed.

Maverick cleared his throat to get our attention. “If we can stream all this information directly into her implant, why aren’t we using this for learning?”

Antoine leveled a half-scathing glare – I couldn’t tell if I was more impressed he mustered any degree of ‘scathing’ or that he was tired enough to let it slip through – before explaining. “Any information retention will be trivial at best, and that would be largely because of Sophia’s exceptional memory. She is still essentially hearing several lectures in a row and repeating them back as soon as she hears it.”

Poor Maverick looked devastated. Unfortunately, his pout was almost comical, and it took every bit of what little self-control I had left to keep from laughing.

It seemed I wasn’t doing as good a job as I thought, because Tyche turned away with a growl, hands flung in the air. “Okay, papers are queued up, connection to the implant is good. Did we get the medication figured out?”

“Confirmed,” Grey asserted without looking up. “Sophia, you will be in REM sleep, but still lucid. This should let you control the dream and speak to Else.”

“So I’ll be hypnotized.”

Grey scoffed, but Antoine cut them off. “We discussed this, Dr. Hodenson. While you may not believe in hypnosis, it is a proven phenomenon. While difficult to accomplish deliberately, I have witnessed Sophia subject to this mental state.”

“Wait, what?” My neck hurt from turning so fast to look at him.

“When you read. When you cook. When you wrap presents,” he ticked off on his fingers.

“I’m not hypnotized, I’m in the zone,” I argued.

Tyche rolled her neck and cocked an eyebrow at me. “That is literally hypnosis, specifically when you read. I remember seeing you sit in a house with no heat, in January, in shorts and a t-shirt, sweating bullets while reading a book that ended up taking place in Mumbai in summer. You get cravings for whatever foods your favorite characters are eating, even if you hate the food.”

“That’s not hypnosis, that’s suggestion,” Grey stated flatly.

“And hypnosis is the induction of a state of consciousness that makes you particularly susceptible to suggestion,” Antoine pointed out, equally flat. With these two, it was practically a shouting match.

Heading off the galaxy’s calmest blow out, I spoke up. “So, creation’s most boring audiobooks, check. Overkill-quality headphones, check. Deep-fake VR drugs, check.” I pointed at myself with both thumbs, “Stoned and willing guinea pig, double check. Let’s get this done.”

Two hours into spouting off what seemed to be hematological extracts, I was considerably less stoned and significantly less willing.

“A low packed cells volume usually indicablood loss due to cell destruction or failure in bone marrow production, while high mean corpuscular hemoglobin concentrations – “

Please. Stop.

“Oh thank fuck,” I gasped, allowing myself to tune out the stream of information piped directly into my head. “Else, is that you?”

Yes, I am here.

“Well, at least it worked… you’re talking quite a bit better now.” I glanced around at the landscape. While focusing on reciting two hours of scientific papers, I had to ignore it all. Since the last time I was here, I managed to figure out that the Ark in my dreams was an analogue of my health, from Else’s perspective. Right now, everything looked okay. The walls were cracked, but all the pieces were in place. No water. All the lights were functioning. “Also, good to see I’m not dying.”

We wouldn’t let you die. We need you.

“Not all of me,” I pointed out to thin air.

Your hemoglobin, Else’s voice admitted.

I nodded. “That sounds more accurate. You eat iron, right?”

Yes. And there is so much here.

“That sounds sinister,” I mused. Since Else has been able to read my thoughts in the past, I made a point in the dream to speak out loud. It was more for me than the bacteria, since literally all of this interaction was happening in my head anyway. “Is that why you are on the ship.”

I didn’t ask to be here. Humans brought me here.

“The same humans you’re eating. Were you in the core samples we gathered?”

No. I came later.

“But that is the only time we have taken anything on board since we left Earth.” This wasn’t making sense.

I am from the Ark.

“Else, you aren’t making sense,” I took a deep breath. I imagined taking a deep breath. Something. I was definitely getting a very real headache. “If you only came after the core samples, but you come from the Ark, how does that work? Are you another alien race? What planet are you from?”

I am from the Ark.

“I mean what planet – “

No planet. I am from the Ark.

“Wait, what? You mean… Life on Earth evolved from the primordial soup that existed after Earth formed. From… amino acids, then proteins…”

From the oceans, to be simple.

“Right, from the oceans.” I mused. “But we’re in space, with all the radiation you could want, plus exotic trace minerals that may be in those core samples, and a big god-damned – “

Language, Else admonished.

“Oh, now you have a sense of humor,” I huffed. “We have a big lake with all kinds of biological experiments going on in BioLab 2. Is that where you come from?”

Not just the water. Experiments, too.

“Fuck.”

None of that.

“So we made you.”

Yes.

My knees spiked in agony as I hit the deck below my feet. “It was an accident,” I begged in a hoarse whisper. “All the shitty things we have done to ourselves and each other, please tell me it was an accident.”

Did you know if you were an accident before you were told by your parent?

“That is such a low blow,” I scowled. “You and Tyche are the only ones who know that.”

But fair.

“Unfortunately.” I huffed an imaginary lock of hair that just appeared in my face for the sole purpose of doing so. “I am going to assume this was an accident.”

Ouch.

Indulgently, I stomped around, fists clenched, growling the entire time. “I am negotiating with a sentient colony of bacteria, one that humanity made, somehow, and now you have hurt feelings!?” I was screaming by the end of it, and a distant part of my brain registered a chilled sensation in my arm. “Stop sedating me, I’m pissed!” Breathing heavily, I tried to calm down. “I get that it’s insulting, Else, but trust me, you do not want humanity to have made you deliberately. If that was the case, your only actual function is to kill people and destroy buildings.”

I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want to live.

“As a former intended entrée, I can sympathize. But you are killing us, Else.” Hot tears filled my eyes. “I’m okay so far, but that is only because Miys is constantly infusing me with freshly made, iron-rich blood. What happens when we’re out of resources? Or reach our destination?”

Nutrient rich plants, engineered to grow on the new planet.

“Conor,” I gasped, covering my mouth as the tears I was trying so hard to hold back fell down my face. “The catnip he gave Tyche. He said it was a failed experiment.”

He does not know he created us. The gift was in good will.

“Is that how you infected her?”

No. She likes to swim. And she loves you.

“Difference between intelligence and sentience: that was exactly the wrong thing to say,” I hissed. “The only body you have are the ones you stole from my family and the crew, so I can’t actually hurt you. But I am this close,” I held my fingers so they were barely not touching, “to having Miys filter you out of our blood and flush you into space. The only reason I am here talking to you is because we knew you were sentient before we realized you were killing us.” Another deep breath. “Try. Again.”

She was infected when she went swimming. It was not intentional. We needed iron.

“Much better.”

We did not mean for the mermaid to be injured so. There was so much iron in her blood. I did not know that taking it away would harm her.

“You harmed us all!” I screamed. “All of us! You made Grey absent-minded and forgetful. You undermined their confidence. You made Conor, Grey, and Antoine angry,” I spat. “The biggest betrayal of all. Three of the calmest, most reasonable people I know, the ones who would have rooted for you, and you took that away from them!”

I –

“Conor and Grey made you!”

Did not know. Not then. But I-we know that now. And we are sorry.

”Are you? Or are you pleading for your life?”

I-we want to live.

“That I believe.”

But we want you to live, even if we are not within you.

“How the fuck do you think we do that? Humans are the only source of iron on the ship.”

I-we am-are bacteria. I-we can be isolated.

“And then, what? Leave you on some poor planet to kill some other species? I hate to tell you, but you went from birth to genocide in alarming fashion. All of humanity that is left, is on this ship, and you are killing what’s left. From what we understand, the Galactic Council would frown on what you’re doing.” I focused on sending the information I had gotten back to Miys and everyone listening in. “I can’t let you do this to another species.”

Barren planet. Old one, where no more life will survive.

“One that is at the end of its life cycle?”

I-we do not believe I-we am-are vulnerable to heat.

I waited patiently for information before I responded. “Miys says we can isolate you and test for you heat resistance before booting you off in a nebula that you can’t fuck up. Is that sufficient?”

Humans cannot live in a nebula.

“We can’t live in a pylon either, but you ate it all the way through.”

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ask-typhon-blog · 7 years

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Market Day: Finale

I approached the college in the Southwest section of the town nervously. I had nothing against spellcasters, mind you; but two wizards in one room equals either an argument and lightning bolts or the bending of space & time in a way it should not be bent. Same thing with clerics too, except that involves whose deity is better. Nothing like holy lightning and steam pillars to wake you up in the morning. This place seemed better though, students bustling to and from classes carrying tomes and scrolls, the teachers coming to and from the practice fields or escorting summons. It honestly was unlike anything I had ever seen. My home kingdom could have fit entirely on this campus three times over. Also, I’m pretty sure the classrooms bent space, there was no way 40 people just went into that broom closet.

“Excuse me, are you lost?” A young woman wearing a black a red dress spoke to me. She was carrying a tome that read ‘Gerhardt’s Summoning Taxonomy Volume III: Demons, Devils, and Dinosaurs’ that looked to be at least 20 pounds, and not bothering her a bit. I suppose not all mages can’t take a hit.

“Yes, I’m looking for the Alchemy Labs?” I nervously scratched my headfin. I had already talked to way too many people today, I was becoming exhausted. I still had to work tonight, how the hell was I going to get through my shift?

“Ah, yes, they are doing practicals next to the summoning fields, head down this hallway and take a right, then follow the sounds of cackling and explosions. It’ll either be them or the wizards, possibly both. Now I really must be going, have a good day!” She skipped off, and as I turned around I felt something graze by me, and heard the sound of nails against stone. I whirled around again, but there was nothing. Perhaps my time out in public was wearing on me.

I followed the girl’s directions, leading me to a wide field, with several groups of students surrounding stone circles on the ground, watching professors scribe runes and lecture, when off to the far side I heard “DUCK AND COVER” as a bolt of lightning arced up in the air, expanding and compressing the surrounding parcel before letting out a devastating BOOM! I threw myself to the ground with all the other students. The teachers seemed unfazed, simply raising shield spells and continuing to talk through the noise. I raised my head as I saw a shiny human shout again “IT'S ALL CLEAR. SORRY! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO HIGHER THAN THAT. IS EVERYONE OK?” The teacher’s just nodded. “OK! GREAT! HEY YOU, MERMAN, OVER HERE!” He waved at me as he ran toward me. What is it with landwalkers and being in a hurry anyway? As he arrived and pulled me up, he shouted in my face “HI THERE! NAME’S CORAX! I HAVEN’T SEEN ONE OF YOUR KIND IN THE FLESH BEFORE, JUST BOOKS! FLESH, SCALE, FINS? WHATEVER, WELCOME TO BOOM TOWN!”

On the docks I was scared. In the market I was nervous. I had now graduated to terrified.

I moved behind him as fast as I could as he pulled me over to what I could only assume were his students. All of them wearing goggles, aprons, protective gear, and what was described to me later as ‘earmuffs.’ Corax continued shouting about about mixing ratios, lightning essence, and proper glasswork, before turning back to me, “AND HERE WE HAVE A MERMAN! VERY RECLUSIVE PEOPLE, VERY SECRETIVE. FANTASTIC POISON & POTION MAKERS. NO FIRE UNDERWATER, SO THEY USE HYDROTHERMAL VENTS TO BREW AND TEND TO MAKE CONCUSSIVE OR LIGHTNING BOMBS. TELL ME, WHICH KIND DO YOU USE?”

I mumble “Vent actually, the local sulfur vents made it easy. Do you have to shout?”

Corax frowned a bit, and pulled out a device from his pocket. “AM I SHOUTING? Yes, yes I am. Sorry about that. Testing testing, one two, one two three. Ah, there we go. After a hundred years of explosions all decibels sound the same to me. Try as I might, I can’t heal it. Funny huh, an Aasimar who can’t heal? HAHAHAHAHAhahahaha, sorry… I’ll finish this up, then we can talk.” He finished his talk about elemental essence (did you know they have entire elementals of fire up here? Unbelievable!) and gave out homework, then sat down next to me. “So, what can I do for you?”

“I’m looking for some more expensive reagents, some possibly rare, at least they were at home. Who is your supplier?” I shifted my coils, trying to be more at ease now that it was just him and me. “I can try and pay, or perhaps work in trade for some ingredients. I can grow some they probably can’t get either, so would that work?”

“We handle all our purchasing through the school, but I can tell you that my personal supplier would be more than happy to work in trade. He’s down on the edge between the merchant and lower class housing districts. I’ll talk with him and send him a recommendation for you. He prefers to do stuff by courier so he doesn’t have to leave his shop. Goes by the name Davran, so you know what to look out for.” I sigh. Finally, I thought this would never end. “Although…” I freeze, “If you wanted to, you could go to the botanical gardens on the north end of the city where it merges with the Silverbranch Forest, they let us in so we can take samples, pay to have our own plot, work with some more of the forward thinking druids. I’ll see if they have a slice open and let you know.” He stood up, “It’s been nice chatting with you, but I have to get to my next lecture, and I need to check on my next set of ears beforehand. Sayonara!” He waved goodbye and jogged off towards the school. Next set of ears? Was he growing body parts? What kind of place is this?

I took the most direct path to the bar I could find, until I finally arrived at what was my job and abode. Sitting between the door jamb and the wall was a parcel wedged in, addressed to me. A note from the boss. Apparently it was time to hire some waitstaff...

#Ask-Typhon #text #Story & Plot #ask blog #Market Adventures #Felt like this took way longer than it should have #Writing for academia was a hell of a lot easier #Anyone wanna read 42 pages on supreme court case law I wrote in 4 days last year?#It deals with property lawwwwwww...#I'm the reason there is a page cap now

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