#it’s short for Ikarus
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.::. I AM THAT I AM .::. ikarus ito
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.::. A SICKNESS UNDEFINED .::. basics.
NAME: IKARUS CAELUM ITO
ALIASES: IK, IKKA, THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES, 1NF1N1T3FUN
AGE: THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD. [JANUARY 17TH]
GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS MAN HE/HIM
SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL // DEMIROMANTIC
HUMAN // HOST: HUMAN
OCCUPATION: DATA EXPUNGED - - - as far as you need to know, I am a friend. A netrunner and a braintrip cutter of the...shady variety.
AFFILIATIONS: NANO ZILLA. And any gang, corp, or solo with the balls to think they can run with me.
.::. IT'S MY KINGDOM COME .::. going deeper.
PERSONALITY: CHARMING TO A FAULT, IKARUS DESIRES ONLY TO CORRECT WHAT HE PERCIEVES AS 'SOCIETAL WRONGS.' WHILE HIS BANNER SEEMS AT FIRST SOMETHING WORTH WORKING BENEATH HIS METHODS ARE MANIPULATIVE MUCH LIKE THE MAN HIMSELF. A HEDON WITHOUT CARE FOR THE 'WAY THINGS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN' HE IS A GLUTTON FOR ATTENTION, POWER, SEX, DRUGS- ANYTHING THAT MAY FIRE THE SYNAPSE REQUIRED FOR PLEASURE- AND RIPS THROUGH THE THINGS THAT PLEASE OR ANGER HIM LIKE A MALICIOUS VIRUS WITHOUT DIFFERENTIATING WHICH IS WHICH. SELF-ASSURED TO THE POINT OF BEING COCKY TO THE EYES OF SOME, IKARUS' SKILLS ARE RARELY CALLED INTO QUESTION, AND HE PREFERS IT THAT WAY, HE WILL ONLY STAND FOR THE BEST IN HIS RANKS, SOURCING NEW MEMBERS THROUGH REGULAR 'TESTS' DEPLOYED ON THE NET BY 'THE FOX OF EIGHT EYES' AND REJECTING ANY WHO FALL SHORT OF STANDARD. DESPITE THIS, HE IS LOYAL TO THOSE WHO EARN IT, A DOGGED, STRONG-WILLED FRIEND TO HAVE IN ONE'S CORNER, DESPITE BEING A RATHER SLIPPERY ASSOCIATE IN ANYTHING TO DO WITH POWER.
AESTHETIC: WIRES COILING AND BLACK, BOUND LIKE CHAINS TO THE NET; ALIVE IN CODE || A FOX WITH TOO MANY EYES AND BROKEN, SPIDERING LIMBS. IT BECKONS TO YOU IN THE DARKNESS. || STATIC SOAKED SCREENS FROM YEARS PAST WATCHING WITH INTENT; THE GHOSTS OF WHAT WE WERE. || A REFINED BLACK SUIT SLICKED WITH BLOOD- UNBOTHERED YOU LIGHT UP A CIGARETTE- JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE CITY.
KNOWN CYBERWARE: NEURAL UPLINK PORT STANDARD IN NETRUNNERS. HEADWARE RIG USED FOR ON-THE-FLY HACKING. SINGULAR PROSTHETIC ARM, MATTE BLACK CARBON AND RED LIGHTING ARRAY. IMPLANTED WEAPONRY LIKELY CONTAINI- DATA CORRUPTED. ERROR CODE: 2NOSY;)
HISTORY: CORRUPTED DATA RESTORED. BACKUP DRIVE CREATED. File Attached: FoxOfEightEyes.txt [TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHILD ABUSE, ANIMAL DEATH] [Mobile version of bio available in a google doc HERE] [hint: use the forcecode to skip the puzzle.]
.::. FROTHING AT THE MAW .::. connections.
CAT TO MOUSE; FOX IN YOUR HENHOUSE: The eponymous 'predator and prey' relationship- but who's who when the chips fall? Be you a Corpo burned by Nano Zilla, a gang member too foolish to determine you were being swindled before it happened, or even a Cowboy with your eyes on a pricy take- 1NF1N1T3FUN welcomes your attempts on his life- and recommends you come prepared.
FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT: An understudy/mentor relationship- a recently welcomed netrunner into the embrace of Nano Zilla and their base made in Dreamland, you followed the Fox of Eight Eyes and found its den to rest in the retrofitted depths of a once-bustling theme park; the skeleton of whimsy and fun now inhabited by the kind of people who treat the net as their playground. Ikarus only welcomes the best into his family, those willing to shirk the existing rules and demands of corporations and the government to seek building something greater- through technological subterfuge- he'll take you under wax wings, teach you to wind among the wires with the best of them- just make sure you know exactly what that means, when the time comes.
BITTERLOVER.EXE: The ever-present exes connection. Ikarus is a different man, in love. Dedicated to ideals and the ever-elusive 'better' his goals seem lofty- but oh, he always seemed to have time for you, and a carbon-steel fist that drives his crew so firmly was always soft in the quiet of a tiny apartment- but that was then. It's hard to recognize him now- you can't imagine you want to, because when push came to shove- Ikarus chose power over you. This is a connection for an ex who dated Ikarus recently, while he's headed and operated with Nano Zilla as an active anarchist/insurrectionist.
ISANYONEUP.MP4: You need help sourcing an illegal or otherwise damaging to your reputation braintrip and with some digging- you've found the editor who spun it. Sure, he wasn't the gunman that left your loved one dead in the dirt- wasn't the bastard who filmed the two of you having sex and sold it off after- but he knows who was, picking around in the BT with his editing software- he's said he'll help you, for a price- are you brave enough to take that offer?
ADDITIONAL CONNECTIONS
Childhood friends
Exes (younger than 19 years old/schoolkid ages)
Former coworkers (Ex Gestalt Bureau Corpo, abandoned his position at 23.)
Fellow Nano Zilla netrunners who work for/under him
corpos/ceos/high ranking officials he's got existing dirt on
Braintrip recorders/sellers who use his services as an editor
regular hookups
literally anything I'll take it all babyyyyyy
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⎯ hail; pray at the altar of ruus.
↳ ruus is short for ikarus. pronounced "roos" or "ruse."
⎯ this is my aesthetic help blog. i create moodboards and layouts; specified toward alterhumans / nonhumans. ask and ye shall receive.
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Such Selfish Prayers (And I Can't Get Enough)
Warnings: minors DNI, smut, dark.
ao3
He truly looks like a god of death in this light, warm afternoon summer rays kissing his skin and making it as golden as the wings he is wearing. He takes a step towards me.
- Put that gun away sweetheart. - I hear fear in Finnick’s voice but my brain does not believe him. He lied to you so many times, it says.
I pull the trigger.
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Finnick Odair never participates in the third Quarter Quell. He is also the only Victor to become a Capitol citizen.
[Saltburn and Romeo + Juliet inspired]
Part 1/4
- I beg you, - my brother says. - have some fun. Fuck a guy, lose that v-card, live a little.
The noise inside the castle is intense, flashing lights adding to my growing headache.
We were supposed to grieve, I want to scream, not party on the grave of our mother.
A man appears behind my brother
- This is Finnick Odair. - My brother says and he smiles like a child who got a shiny new toy but got bored of it already and wants to give it away.
- I know. - I tell him because everyone knows who Finnick is.
He is wearing only trousers that do not conceal the muscles on his thighs. Dark navy in stark contrast with his tanned skin that shined whenever he moved. His shoulders were broad and his neck elegant. A great example that male bodies could be beautiful too. My eyes linger on the soft gold wings glittering in the light inside the castle.
- Ikarus? - I ask. Because who could he be? Hermes wore shoes with wings and I don’t see any on his feet.
- Juliet. - Finnick answers and smiles, showing me his teeth. I feel like a punchline of a joke.
- Well, I hope you will find your Romeo here, now if you both could please excuse me.
And then I run away.
I grab a blanket and slip outside not being stopped by anyone. People in the gardens are so drunk and high that I hope they won’t notice me leaving either. I walk through fields full of naked people with some demanding I peel off my clothes while others tell them to shut up as I am a sister and daughter to the newest owners of that castle. I try to appear unbothered by their comments as I walk further away.
I stay in the distance from the forest. There is this feeling lingering in the back of my mind that I am being watched from there
I go through a short maze done from the rose bushes, where I see fewer and fewer people. Most of them are fucking but I don’t think all of them are willing participants. I almost tell two men to stop taking a clearly drunk girl when I remember there is no one to help me here.
I start running, not only from them but from someone watching me from the forest too. The vineyard is next, the grass there is low and not a problem for my delicate sandals. I think about stopping somewhere there in the middle when I don’t feel the eyes on me anymore but I spot blueberry hedges next.
I’ve never been this far from the castle.
I can see lights far away and hear some noises but the dark sky is clear here and I spot the stars I know up there. I lay down the blanket, take off the shoes and kneel down myself. The Apus shines brightly on me, making me wonder what I am wrong about as the Greeks used to be wrong about the birds of paradise.
Someone is coming, their steps loud in the grass and not from the direction of the forest.
- Finnick. - the surprise but also longing can be easily heard in my voice. I hope darkness will mask my blush.
He stops before me and I watch him take off his shoes and step on the blanket. I try to move further to give him space but he kneels in front of me instead. His wings look more silver here, and the sky stains them with a cobalt shade.
You shouldn't be alone so far away. It’s dangerous.
His breath is hot against my face and I do my best to not look away when his eyes find mine in the darkness.
- You are here with me, - I say. - What is there to be afraid of?
- There are always things to be afraid of. - He says with caution, something terribly sad flashing for a second in his eyes.
It makes my heart ache, that look he has. I press my lips against his soft ones and immediately his hand is at my neck. The earth feels like it is shifting beneath me but it’s just Finnick sliding his tongue against my lips and his hand moving up my face and keeping me in place when I moan against him. His tongue slips further, past my teeth and touches my own tongue briefly before sucking it into his own mouth.
- Was it your first? - He asks and I close my eyes ashamed even though his voice is soft and lacking judgement. - Because I want all of your firsts.
His mouth is hot against my forehead, the tip of my nose and my mouth again. I try my best to keep up with the way he kisses me but it seems like I do not stand a chance against him. All I can do is moan when his tongue touches mine. His hand frees my face and glides down my body until it stops at my nipple and pinches it through all the fabrics. Finnick kisses me under my ear. His voice is warm against the skin there.
- Undress, - he tells me and takes his hands away.
My hands shake both with excitement and some kind of fear when I tug the dress up my body. Finnick undoes my bra just as the dress gets almost stuck in my hair over my head. I cannot stop the giggle that escapes me. Finnick kisses me until I stop laughing and helps me out of my bra. His hands are on my breasts immediately, stroking the skin and pinching my nipples.
- All. - Finnick says, sitting down on his ass this time and watching me while his hand starts unzipping his own trousers.
He looks like one of the Erotes this time. I hope that he is more like Eros than Himeros for my own sake. I raise up and slide the delicate lingerie down my legs. It’s not plain but the girlish design of pink ruffles is not something I imagine girls wearing on dates with men like him. Finnick takes the panties from my hand just as I am about to toss them next to my other clothes. He puts it inside his pocket and I am back on my knees in front of him.
He takes my right hand in his and kisses it slowly before bringing it together with his in between my legs.
- You are so wet, does it happen often? - he says and starts moving our fingers together, stops when my hips start grinding and my knees shake.
He takes his hand away and rises above just so he can push down his trousers and step out of them. He’s not wearing any underwear.
He could be Pothos too, I think at that moment, because all I can see right now is how much I want him. I wet my lips watching Finnick glide his hand along the length of himself and stare at me as I slowly circle my clit. His other hand moves the hair from one side of my face behind my ear and tugs me very gently up by my neck.
- None of that, - he says kissing my forehead. - not yet. Give me your hand.
- No, not this one. - He chuckles when I give him my left.
He kisses it anyway and sucks one of my fingers into his mouth humming around it. He releases it suddenly and I feel his hand taking my right one from in between my legs.
- You did not answer me. - He says, wrapping my wet hand around his length. His hand stays around my fingers and he starts moving up and down his member. I follow his movements the best I can.
- No, - I say and I don’t recognize the wanton tone that I hear. - Never that much.
Finnick grunts and his body shakes when he comes, white droplets of his semen ending on my breasts and stomach.
- Look at you, - he says, smearing everything with our fingers. - you’ve made a mess.
He brings one of mine and two of his fingers to my mouth and I suck on them, a salty flavour is the main thing I taste. I graze our fingers with my teeth lightly.
- No biting, - he says, pulling them away and kissing my forehead. - but you were such a good, sweet girl. Lay down.
I watch him search his pants and a condom lands on a blanket. Finnick moves over me and wipes my chest with the left side of my dress. His hands are back on my breasts in no time and he kneads and pinches them, rolls my nipples in his fingers. I cannot stop the noises that are leaving my mouth when he does it. I am not sure that I want to.
His hands move lower, down my stomach and start tracing lines of my hip bones and my body raises from the blanket. He chuckles and moves his hands down to my tights and squeezes them.
- You’re so responsive, - he says while his hands move up stopping on both sides of my sex. - But stay still now, princess.
His fingers started sliding inside me, just one I think, and I could never stop myself from clenching around them. Shame fills me suddenly, the thought that I am here in the open with my legs spread wide before a man that I met only in passing. That anyone could take a photo of me or record me with a man who may want to never see me again. A man I pictured almost daily since that night when he helped me get my drugged friend out of a party.
I whine when his fingers are completely out.
- I want to see you, - he says. - Move your face and open your eyes.
I almost run away when he smirks at me.
- Come precious. - He tells me and puts his fingers back, stroking my clit and massaging my inside walls with two of his fingers until I break.
Satisfied just once I hump the air when he takes his hand back.
- Look at you, - he says in a voice low and dark. - your cunt all bare and wet and wanting for my cock. Do you think you are ready for it? Do you want me to continue? Or do you want me to stop?
- No, please don’t stop, - I will probably be ashamed later how needy I sound, how desperate. - please just fuck me.
He kisses my cunt once, licks it and then moves up kissing my stomach and under both of my breasts before he slides his tongue into my mouth. I whine when he moves away from me and watch him roll a condom onto his shaft. He enters me with one long thrust. It does not hurt at all and when he moves again I cannot stop my moans again. He watches me the whole time, pushing my knees up and over his shoulder. I touch one of his wings with my food accidentally and he bites my calf.
- Good girl, you’re so beautiful like this. - He says as he leans over me, his hips moving slowly in a steady rhythm. I desperately want to believe his words.
- First time and already cockdrunk for me. - One of his hands moves down on my belly and presses slowly and I feel him hitting a spot inside me more violently. I curl my toes while my hand scratches his own. - Do you think any other man will make you feel like this? That you will find in someone else what I am giving you now?
I don’t think I am loud when I come but my body shakes so violently I almost can't breathe. Finnick keeps me close when it happens and kisses me after, calling me his good girl again. He watches me closely, his pupils wide and dark, and his hands sliding up and down my body the whole time. I shiver and almost choke on air from embarrassment when I ask if he could kiss me one more time.
- Just kiss? - He asks and his smile is cocky but he kisses me and later fucks me with his tongue and mouth, turns me over and enters me again from behind.
- Does it hurt? - He asks and one of his hands slides down in front of my body. - I could break you but I don’t think you want it just yet.
I watch our shadow and it looks like some kind of fallen angel got his hand on me and now is trying to push me to hell.
- I feel a little sensitive, - I tell the truth. - But it’s nothing I cannot handle.
I am scared he may leave me but he just pushes my head down and digs his nails into my hips. I come so hard my throat gets raw from screaming and I need help turning on my back after he finishes himself. The world turns black when his hand touches my forehead.
I wake up in the late morning when the sun is high and shining straight in my face through the windows in my bedroom in the castle. I do not remember getting back here. I check under the blanket and see my naked body with teeth marks in several places.
- Go on a pill, okay? - Finnick's voice sounds behind me and I turn around. He is getting dressed in a crispy white shirt with dark buttons. He looks well-rested.
- And drink water. - He adds stopping in front of me. - I would love to claim that you fainted because I was so excellent but you were most probably dehydrated.
He squats in front of me and moves my tangled hair out of my face. I hold my breath when he moves closer to me. I did not brush my teeth or shower. Finnick chuckles against my lips. His hand grasps my hair tighter and his tongue enters my mouth when I groan. He, on the other hand, did brush his teeth.
- There’s a paper with a gynecologist's name your family won’t dare to bother in your backpack. I want to feel all of you the next time, okay? And she’ll give you my medical information so you can be sure I am clean.
He kisses me once again and gets up to leave.
- How will I find you?
- You won’t. But I will find you for sure.
I don’t care that I may appear desperate. I call the doctor’s office the same day. It’s one of the professors my brother complains about the most. My appointment is scheduled for the very next day. The woman does not comment about the bruises on my legs.
The receptionist gives me an overly nice smile after.
- We don’t send blood test results via email. You’ll schedule the appointment right away. All the medications to be picked up here every 30 days by you are the person who sends you here.
There is a delivery woman with a bunch of white flowers the day after. There is no card, only an envelope with my birth control pills. I search for their meaning online. White hydrangeas were sent in Victorian times to a person someone disliked. For Catholics, they were associated with the Virgin Mary while now they mostly mean innocence and fresh starts.
Mixed signals much, Finnick.
A disposable Polaroid camera comes six days later along with a prepaid package to be collected the next day. I cancel all my appointments.
PMS, I send my friends, see you either in two or seven days.
I get mostly “gross” and “tmi” in a response.
What I am supposed to send him, does he want to see me masturbating? Fucking myself on the fingers? Pushing my breasts in front of the camera? Photos of me in various lingerie? Or maybe… I am not sure if I am brave enough to go with my plan.
I put on my PMS outfit: a too-big sweater over tracksuits, shades and sneakers. I pool the hood over my head. Several hours later I come back sweaty with a heavy bag, my pride injured by meeting my enemy in that outfit and having much less money after buying everything.
I take a shower, wash my hair and style it in lazy waves. I put on my favourite tulle dress, a dark one with stars and planets embroidered by hand. I do not put on any underwear or petticoats. I light all the candles I have and bring them to my bedroom, mess up my bed and move a pillow in the middle.
I take out the two last disposable cameras I bought and a marble bust statue I got from some extravagant artist who created it. It is supposed to resemble Finnick from two years ago but I have problems with seeing the similarity. The gold paint makes it tacky but I had no time to search for anything else. I put it on the pillow and the camera on a tripod. I add two books on the tripod to have the camera even higher and set the timer. The flash is so strong I am sure all of my neighbours are blinded. I close my curtains and hope for the best.
The photo is slightly blurry and yellow with an artistic vibe of a cat peeing on the work of a fourteen-year-old girl. It will have to do.
I move the statue a little and look in the mirror. It’s supposed to look like I am sitting on his face and letting him eat me out. I start fingering myself and grinding a little as I get wetter. I look at the photo I took and compare it with where my face is when I look at myself in the mirror. No way I am sending him photos where he can see my face.
I set the timer and almost trip on my way back to the bed. The light is so strong I barely see anything. Anxiety and excitement fill me when I wait for the photos to appear. They all look slightly yellow and blurry in an artistic way but they look the way I wanted. I appear much more desperate and needy in them than I felt.
I take some typical “sexy” selfies with the second camera and choose just four photos I like the best. I rip others and flush them in the toilet. The last camera I use in the bed again. I take all the pillows and put them in head on the bed. Put the marble statue in front of them. I lay down before it and spread my legs. It’s supposed to give the vibes of me fingering myself in front of his face. I put a finger in myself the same moment I press the button. The photos come out blurry and my orgasm is weak at best but I am exhausted.
I put all the photos in the box, add a miniature pink statue of "Psyche Revived" by Cupid's Kiss from the same artist, close it and write “Give me my sin again”. I put my box into a bigger box. I use so much tape on it that one cannot see the paper and put the tracking number with a marker on it.
The courier comes early in the morning when I am still too sleepy to think about destroying the package.
Days come and go, I get my period and still no call. I check the package on the tracking site and decide to pay him a visit when my period ends.
By “pay him a visit” I mean have breakfast in a cafe near the building the package was sent to. And coming to another one the very next day. I give up on my third and stare at the ugly gold head that is gathering dust by one of the windows in my bedroom.
I have two options now: either try to ignore him every chance I may run into him - and there are not many, let’s be honest here - or I hang out in the arena the package got delivered and hope I will run into him.
My phone vibrates and I ignore it. It rings again and I start searching for it under the covers in hopes I can hurl it across the room. The thought of Finnick possibly calling me makes me throw everything, including my dignity, on the floor. It stings even more when I see the name of my brother on the screen.
- I’m not doing any coke runs for you. - I tell him and almost hang up on him.
- Whoa, what has happened to you? I thought your PMS was over? And it happened two years ago and just once! - he sounds insulted actually. Most probably because someone is laughing in the background.
I know this laugher, Finnick you fucking asshole.
- I don’t have time, just text me. - I snap and almost hang up on him again.
- Okay, just tell me if you are coming to Rockingham tomorrow?
- Why would I want to do that?
- The golden ass party? Do you read my emails?
- No. - I admit. The image of naked people with their behinds painted makes me almost throw up. - Who came up with the name?
- Finnick. - he sounds smug and I almost choke before I remember what “The golden ass” is about.
- I didn’t know any of you two could read that many books. - I say as I move, as silent as a cat, to my wardrobe. - Yeah, I will be there.
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Counter-Side Dev Log #1 - 11/03/23
In an attempt to seem much more professional than I am, I've decided to give monthly dev logs a shot!
I'll keep individual projects sperate, so if you're here for Fetch Re;Quest stuff, keep an eye out for another post later this month.
Please bear with me as I figure out what the hell I'm doing 😂 And let me know if you like this kind of content, or if I should just stick to my random updates!
So anyways...
As a quick catch-up; Counter-Side is a kinetic BL sci-fi drama. It's about two men who live and work in a capitalistic hellscape- A mining facility on the barren, atmosphere-less planet of Ikarus.
But the story's not really about that. It's about two men who've been unlucky in relationships becoming friends and hanging out at a bar. It's a BL, so I think you see where this is going.
The Boys
Counter-Side has lots of fun (and not so fun) characters, but let's just focus on the two protagonists for now.
Transferred from his home facility to this one for mysterious reasons, Rae is the new Human Resources Manager for the software engineering department.
Rae is calm and collected... or so he'd like people to think. In truth, his inner thoughts are much more fiery than his reserved persona lets on. With a short temper and a protective streak, it's a constant struggle for Rae to keep his head down and his thoughts to himself.
Rae is not interested in dating at the moment, because as much as he hates to admit it, someone else still occupies that place in his heart.
His drink of choice is the gin and tonic 🍸
Stationed at the facility for military training, Rosco works as part of the mining crew by piloting a mech that houses an experimental sapient AI named MARC.
He may have only been here for half a year, but he already has a reputation; Everyone knows that Rosco, the hotshot playboy pilot, never turns down a date. Little do they know that rather than playing the field, Rosco is a hopeless romantic who simply doesn't want to miss an opportunity to find his one true love.
Currently in his longest running relationship, Rosco is determined to make things work and prove that he's not the flighty, promiscuous one-night-stand that everyone makes him out to be... no matter what he has to give up in the process.
Rosco's preferred drink is anything colorful and fruity 🍹
Chapter Select
And now on to the more technical aspects of the game!
Counter-Side is kinetic, which means there are not choices or multiple endings. It's a linear story told in three acts, but there is a bit of interactivity when it comes to how the chapters work.
(The UI is just a placeholder for now, if it wasn't obvious from Rosco's rather... colorful outfit.)
The story is told from both Rae and Rosco's perspectives, so after each act's linear opening, you'll get the option to choose what order to read things in, chapter by chapter. Once you reach the end of the act in one character's chapters, their option will be locked until you finish the other character's side.
Most chapters are completely unique scenes, but sometimes, Rae and Rosco are in the same place. These key moments are called Counter-Side chapters, and you get to experience them from both men's perspectives. The dialogue may be the same, but Rae and Rosco will have different narration and inner thoughts about what's happening, and they often start and/or end the scene apart.
Counter-Side chapters account for about 35% of the total number of chapters.
The Demo
We're currently working on a demo that will feature the entire first act- Over 50k words! It might be missing the final UI design and some cut-in art, but other than that it will be feature complete.
After that, we don't expect the full game will be more than a few months away.
The script for the game is about 3/4ths finished and we have the rest of it already outlined. The current word count clocks in at over 130k words 😭 It's gonna be a long one.
We haven't settled on a price yet, but the full game will not be free.
Wrapping Up & Discord
There's a lot more I could talk about, but I think this is getting pretty long already. I'll post again next month, but in the meantime, let me know if there's anything specific you want to know!
And if you're interested in a slow trickle of content instead of a monthly tidal wave, I post updates as they happen in my ✨ discord server ✨
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operation redesing 1
finally i finished this...
with some luck the information is still readeable and i hope it is,but if its hard to read,just zoom into the image.
but asuming and knowing my horrendus hand writing dosen't let you read i will traduce what is writen.
still i cant promise something better as my english sometimes fails since is not my born language.
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Personal status
name: mis
age: 22 irken years old
species:geneticaly mutated irken
gender: male
height: 6'3 feet|1,95 cm
weight: not confirmated|lower than average
category: defective
actual profesion: archivator|mail man
actual rank: supervisor of defective quarantine station delta
Militar status
>retired
>ex-elite
>used to be an assassin|spy|pilot
Familiar status
-explorer ikarus|mother| <deceased>
-scientist viridis|father| <alive-working>
-elite soldier take|brother| <alive-in service>
Fisical health status
blood: usual reddish fuchsia,but due to an blood transmision illness is slowly turning to a sky blue tone.
scars: over the 78% of his body,including an enter one in the back and the out one in his chest.
missing limbs: none
another problem:
>half blinded,almost lost his right eye in a figth with an elite
>half deaf,the explosion of a plasma grenade burned his left antenna and blow his left side inner ear due to proximity
>has some problems breathing and regularly coughs,in bad cases coughing out blood
>suffers bad fisical pains he usually reassures with strong pain killers
>insomnia and sleep deprivation
>sometimes will ramdomly faint or fall asleep out of nowere whithout knowing why
>will trow up his own blood at least once in the day in consequense of the illness he has
>has a very bad dust alergy
PAK status
>broken and malfunctioning
>refuses to fix it afther a long while with it in that state
>either way PAK tecnicians refused to rapair it since he is an defctive,and with that statement he dosen't have the privilage of them rapairing it
Mental health status
>has an severe non treated ptsd he somehow hides
>has an mild dissociative amnesia over certain events of his live
>conpulsive obsession disorder
-usually centered on cleaning and having things in order
>has an very severe case of DID |dissociative identity disorder| with 3 registered identitis
-Eco
|sensitive,nervous 24-7,calm and shy
|cries or gets scared easily
|passionate historian,knows a lot of idioms some even forgotten
|to tell apart the right eye will turn to an very dark blue and the pupil will turn into an water drop form,while the left one shift into a bright green.
-Sai
|inpulsive,prideful,strong headed and aggressive
|has a very short pacience and gets angry very easily
|fight maniac,likes to pick up fights to find an 'worthy oponent' and usually or more likely always wins
|to tell apart the right eye turns into an bright red with some sort of diana kind of form as the pupil,while the left one turns to an indigo kind of color
-Kira
|unpredictable,misterious,bromist and problematic
|sociopath kind of behaviour,has no self preservation
|insane medic,knows almost everything on the medic field but usually does very unethical things just for his entertainment
|to tell apart the right eye turns into an fuchsia kind of color with an X as a pupil,while the left eye turns into an sort of minty-green color
Phobias
>slight scopophobia
>slight claustrophobia
>mild thalassophobia
>mild hafephobia
>bad arachnophobia
>Strong cathisophobia
Extra information
-can and will sleep in the most weird and awkard places or poses ever,even hang upside down from celing is a way to sleep for him
-loves animals especialy felines,canines and reptiles,has a pet called honey wich is an slimy kind o cat-ferret creture made of an yellow orange goo
-can be considered a good baby sitter for smeets since he dosen't mind them
-it's an absolute workaholic and caffeine adict,prefers working for hours than relax and drink 30 cups of coffe before sleep
-his horns and tail tip are in reality stings as well his fangs wich can be detached afther biting,theyhave an strong paralisys poison that is not lethal unless the person attacked is alergic
-his usually calm and cold but sometimes can be inpulsive or a bromist trickster depending on the situacion
-tends to show cat or bee kind of traits,like purrings or feline conducts like hitting porpusly something at the corner of a table,make unconcius buzz like sound during some sentence or eat flowers
-knows how to cook but is usually doing something else and dosen't have the time or money for ingredients,he also loves eating having no preference in food
-can lift up to 8 times his weight being able to pick up the tallests on his arms,is also incredibly fast both runing or fliying,especially while fliying
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also curious thing i got inpired by this kind of bee for this redesing
they are australian blue bees also known as amegilla cingulata :D
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Earth 616 Brands
Converse- The Avengers, Steve Rogers wears Converse sneakers in the gym
Apple- Captain America: The Winter Soldier, one of the things on Steve's list of things to check out from his time in the ice is "Steve Jobs (Apple)", & Sam plays music from his iPhone while Steve is in the hospital; Spider-Man: Homecoming, Peter Parker has an iPhone 3
Twitter- Captain America: The Winter Soldier, when Sitwell orders SHIELD agents to scan surveillance footage and social media for clues on Steve's location, he says "if somebody tweets about this guy, I wanna know about it"
Disney- Avengers: Age of Ultron, Ultron sings "I've Got No Strings" from Disney's Pinocchio; Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Shang-Chi and Katy sing karaoke to "A Whole New World"
Baskin Robbins- Ant-Man, Scott's very short lived first job out of prison
Microsoft- Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange's Microsoft Surface laptop; Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Peter Quill inherits a Zune
Lego- Spider-Man: Homecoming & Spider-Man: No Way Home, running gag with a Lego Death Star set
Vine- Black Panther, Shuri quotes the "what are those?!!?" vine
Starbucks- Avengers: Infinity War, Okoye jokes about wanting a Starbucks in Wakanda
Pez- Ant-Man and the Wasp, Luis' Pez dispenser
Sanrio- Ant-Man and the Wasp, said Pez dispenser was a Hello Kitty one
Hot Wheels- Ant-Man and the Wasp, Luis picks a shrunk-down car out of a Hot Wheels car holder
Blockbuster- Captain Marvel, Carol crashes thru a Blockbuster store when she lands on Earth
Google- Avengers: Endgame, a fan's Google Pixel phone
Air Jordans- Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Shang-Chi's sneakers
Funyuns- Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Shang-Chi asks if it's allowed for Katy's grandma to place Funyuns on Katy's grandpa's grave as an ancestral offering
DC Comics- Eternals, Phastos' son Jack calls Ikarus Superman
Ikea- Eternals, Phastos mentions that his dinner table is from the "Ikea fall collection" right after Ikaris breaks it in half thinking it's made of vibranium
Rubik- Moon Knight ep. 01: "The Goldfish Problem", Steven Grant tosses a Rubik's cube as he tries to stay awake
Motorola- Moon Knight ep. 01: "The Goldfish Problem", Marc's burner phone is a Motorola flip phone
Nickolodeon- Moon Knight ep. 01: "The Goldfish Problem", Steven references Avatar: The Last Airbender, which is a Nickolodeon show
KFC- Moon Knight ep. 02: "Summon the Suit", Marc calls Steven's/Mr. Knight's suit "psycho Colonel Sanders" (Colonel Sanders is the KFC mascot/logo)
Cheetos- Thor: Love and Thunder, Darcy gets Jane some Hot Cheetos; She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 01: "A Normal Amount of Rage", Jen and Bruce eat some Cheetos
Old Spice- Thor: Love and Thunder, Valkyrie stars in a Old Spice commercial
YouTube- Ms. Marvel ep. 01: "Generation Why", Kamala runs a YouTube channel
Samsung- Ms. Marvel, Kamala has a Samsung phone
Hot Topic- Ms. Marvel ep. 02: "Crushed", Kamala teases Aamir about his emo phase & his former job at Hot Topic
LinkedIn- She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 03: "The People vs. Emil Blonsky", Nikki finds Wong's LinkedIn profile
Target- She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 03: "The People vs. Emil Blonsky", Wong's LinkedIn profile showed that he worked at a Target in Nepal for like 9 years before becoming a sorcerer
Crocs- She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 03: "The People vs. Emil Blonsky", Emil has Crocs
Warner Brothers- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, clips of CNN play on Everett Ross's TV, which is a channel owned by Warner Bros (as an aside look into media consolidation it's some crazy stuff)
Venmo- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Riri confronts someone about forgetting to send her money via Venmo
Louis Vuitton- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Okoye wears Louis Vuitton sunglasses
Fenty Beauty- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Shuri mentions that Okoye's foundation is Fenty 440
Peloton- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine makes a weird joke to Everett Ross about a Peloton
Nintendo- The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, Groot receives a Game Boy for Christmas
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about me
Hello, I am Ika! Or ikaru.. But ika is just for the short version! I use she/they/him pronouns and I am genderfluid & bisexual🗣🗣
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Sup, I'm Ikarus also known as Aiilow, but you can call me Ikar for short. I'm a transman and use He/him and It/it's pronouns. I'm a 20 y/o artist currently in "school" for tattooing. I'm Polish, but generally prefer talking in English.
I take doodle requests and I'm very willing to do commissions, but I gotta set stuff for that first. I tend to forget dms exist so a lack of response for a few days is perfectly normal.
No DNI, I don't give enough fucks for that. I block freely and if you don't like what I do- just block me too. I don't care for spam much unless it's in dms, then I do.
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.::. WHAT WAS CONSUMED OF ME? .::. cyberware.txt
Playing too free and loose with the net has its pitfalls, and Ikarus is well aware of them. Given his first neural uplink in a shady operation at little more than fifteen years old, his still-growing body regularly experienced damage from the electrical impulses often deployed against those picking around where they don't belong- and mental strain endured while netrunning, a close call frying the connections between his mind and his own right hand in his late teens- it was on his mother's recommendation that he replaced it, instead of seeking therapy or perhaps retiring for a short time from his dives into the depths of code for a time to let those connections slowly filter back in.
An Ichibangase/Eisher produced implant Ikarus' right arm is top of the line- installed in his teens and upgraded as Ikarus himself grew into a man, it's been largely the same since his youth, with exception of additional, improved weapon suites and stealth modifications made after-market to ensure that he is never left unarmed so to speak. Bearing pointed, razor-sharp claws cleverly hidden in the paneling of his more 'human' hand, the points remain precise and capable, able to manipulate even the smallest computer chips even with them exposed- though given their lack of sensation- Ikarus tends to prefer to use the touch-feedback sensitive fingers of the 'standard' hand. The flowing arcs of red light and electricity that shift like muscles beneath a hard outer shell are the single indication that the implant contains a railgun- grounded through the additional metal implanted within Ikarus' body after years of net diving, it can muster exactly five high powered, nigh-unstoppable by anything short of electromagnetic shielding shots before requiring a relatively lengthy recharge period of 30 minutes for an additional round, unless overclocked to strip power from elsewhere in his body.
His interfaces are more difficult to place, and are only at their most obvious when under the guise of 1NF1N1T3FUN, a helmet aping the image of a fox's head and face with projectors to display eight eyes over its scrawny, seemingly rotting visage, this headware is intended to mitigate and lighten the load he takes on while in the chair, and hide his identity in holos put out with NANO ZILLA's demands, or ransoms over information. lit in a harsh red and machined to match perfectly with his already installed port and the pre-existing damage to his body, it is comfortable enough to remain hidden beneath as long as he might require it- as only those who have earned his trust in his crew have seen him without it.
all internal interfaces, however, are starting to show their age. the operation to install his neural port was botched- 'overclocking' his connections if he's not careful- or mitigating with his helmet when wired in, he risks the loss of more than just his neck-to-right-shoulder connection- that expanse of his upper body- and some of his back and spine- mapped in sprawling carbon, chrome, and dancing red electricity. This too, is a secret, regularly wearing turtlenecks and long-sleeves to hide the bulk of his damage, in an effort to avoid looking weak, or perhaps, worrying his people. His on-board chipset, used for on-the fly hacking, scanning, and day-to-day business a phone might have previously filled the space of is a decidedly early model, jailbroken and regularly updated with the required work-arounds for modern technology- it works slowly, but effectively- many chromed-up cowboys unable to give chase as Ikarus makes a slow, lazy retreat unfettered by smart weapons or speed-enhanced limbs, quieted by anesthesia in code. . .
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SDC Month - December 2022 - Friday #3
“I come as a pair but I'm not socks—”
V. Left-Keru & Right-Keru
Men are all such fools, their half-sister Dajaqea has told them more than once, her tone always a little too contemptuous for their taste. They see you as little girls still, that is all; you need to prove yourselves women, not children.
Right-Keru is uncertain, her fears of rejection consuming her even when picturing a short visit to gauge their uncles' feelings, perfectly acceptable even by those who shackle them. “You are the greater fool still,” her sister chides her, however, “we already cannot escape what we are, would you have us live with regrets alongside all that?”
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These sybling sisters are more fanon characters (again, blame the good old randomiser, not me), daughters of Kumatuya born in -15/18 Nuhuron (so 14 years Carnelian's seniors). The Dajaqea they mention is another (fanon) non-main line, blood-rank one daughter of Kumatuya, who would only be 6 days older than them, and thus would have ended up being one of the (non-sybling) relatives they were closest to growing up. (Though as hinted by that first sentence, their dynamic wouldn’t be devoid of the tension related to the usual prejudice all syblings would face.)
The subject that concerns the Kerus so is their unrequited feelings for their uncles the Hanuses (a headcanon originally thought of by @suth-sardian not long after we came up with these characters, if I remember correctly). We can imagine (considering the canon case of Ykoriana and Kumatuya) that it is probably not uncommon for Masks ladies to develop romantic/sexual feelings towards male relations, even if they cannot really act on them due to the restrictions of the forbidden houses. Given their own close bond with their sisters the Ikarus, I see the Hanuses (18 years older than the Kerus, by the way, since their fanon birth year would be -33/64 Qusata) having a soft spot for quite a few of their younger sybling relatives, trying to be there for these juniors as the Ikarus had for him. It just so happened that as they got older, the Kerus’ love for their uncles shifted from familial to romantic, while theirs remained solely the former (and there would also be the added issue of the girls' eventual confinement creating distance between them, of course). As Dajaqea implies, the Hanuses are also completely ignorant of how their nieces now feel about them, a situation which both sisters (Right-Keru, as seen, somewhat hesitantly/fearfully) wish to change. Would they be even remotely successful, however? I very much doubt it — @suth-sardian and I tend to see the Hanuses as having their own feelings of unrequited love to struggle with (though that's more of a story for another day), and unfortunately for the Kerus’ hopes and dreams, I think their uncles would always see them as their dear nieces and no more (likely even if the aforementioned unrequited love of theirs had not been at play). So, much like their aunt Ykoriana, the Kerus would be among the characters whose desired love life, to quote the Intersection’s Pretty Boy/Intersection Bishounen (of all fictional characters to reference, I know), would not bear fruit.
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Meta Ready 3D Avatar Is a Future Changing Approach For The World
Metaverse! This word is all over the internet, and everyone- from the teenage geeks to big firms is talking about it. This virtual world connecting people socially has gained so much attention and popularity in a short duration that new advancements and technological additions to this are apparent. One such prominent characteristic feature of the metaverse that is gaining all the attention these days is the 3D Avatar in the metaverse. If the metaverse AR VR is a fictional background or world, these avatars are the characters dwelling in the world. So let us know the 3D
Avatars in Metaverse VR:
What is a metaverse 3d avatar?
As explained earlier, the 3D metaverse characters are nothing but your virtual representations in the virtual world or the metaverse.
The metaverse 3d avatar is primarily similar to any other 2d avatar that serves as the user’s identity on other platforms.
Users may edit, tweak, and personalise their avatars in a variety of ways to make them distinctive. They may utilise them in any virtual environment, as well as on social networking platforms (that allow you to use 3D models/configuration) such as Facebook.
What distinguishes metaverse 3d characters from other online characters is that they may be utilised on any platform across the whole metaverse in which your avatar; that is, your identity will be maintained and will follow you around each virtual environment you visit.
The most exquisite feature of the metaverse characters is that they are so highly humanized that they almost replicate the behavior, look, and movements. In contrast, the standard 2d avatars look very cartoonish.
Extensive use of AI is being made to ensure that the humane details of the metaverse character look realistic and accurate.
What are the types of 3D characters in the metaverse?
Many types of 3D avatars are possible based on their types and characteristics, but the metaverse is expected to focus primarily on these 2 types of characters:
1. VR Avatar:
This is the kind of character avatar primarily and currently used by those involved in virtual reality projects and experiences.
Here, the user can see the virtual world from the character’s point of view.
The other users in the same VR world can see the player through their Avatar in a minimal manner; only the upper body and the movements are not very elaborate.
With the help of the metaverse 3D model, the upper body movements will also get increasingly sophisticated and intuitive.
2. Full Body Avatar:
The full-body avatars explore the far-reaching limits of metaverse technology and are much more advanced than the 2D avatars.
These 3D avatars use full-body sensory recognition technology to replicate the hand movements of the user and the entire activities of the body to every muscle flitch.
While this technology is available in very few VR video games, this technology is expected to grow at an incredible pace with the rapid developments in the metaverse.
The only limitation of the full-body avatars is the requirement of compatible hardware like full-body trackers to record the body movements perfectly.
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A/n: 2nd Druig fic woo, let me know what you think! GIF not mine & my requests are open! It’s just a bit of a short drabbleish sorta vibe :)
Word count: 889
Requested?: No
Pairing: Druig X F!Reader
Summary: The eternals continue to try and get back together to face the almost end of the world, but where they find Druig is definitely not where they expected.
The last place the eternals thought they would find Druig is in a two bedroom top floor flat in the middle of Yorkshire. The last time Sersi spoke to him, a few thousand years ago, he was living in the Amazon so the British countryside was definitely a change of pace. Nevertheless, she brushed it off and knocked on the navy blue door in front of her. “I never expected him to be a…” Gilgamesh seems to lose his trail of thought as he speaks, “apartment sort of guy?” Thena finishes for him, mumbles of agreement come from the rest of the group but before the conversation continues the door swings open to reveal Druig, he has a slight smirk on his face as expected, “Look what the cat dragged in” He hums, “Come on in” And with that all the eternals minus Makari enter his flat.
“You’ve given me a lot of bad news” Druig announces to the group before him, he stands in front of a large window facing his family who have made themselves comfortable on his sofa. Apart from Kingo’s butler? He’s not sure who he is but he is content wandering around Druig’s apartment with a camera. This slightly puts Druig on edge as it’s only so long until he picks up on the fact that maybe Druig doesn’t live here alone, and he would rather break the news of him having a wife to his friends before this stranger comments on it. As if on cue Y/N’s voice enters Druig’s mind ‘god I hate these stairs’ Druig chuckles yet can’t help the rise in his heartbeat. Y/N’s voice means she’s returned from shopping and it’s seconds before she meets their visitors. Speaking of which, Sprite decides to join the conversation “We need you.” Is all she states with her eyebrows raised. “I would love to come, honestly but I think I’ll have to run it past someone first.” The look on the eternal’s faces is now more confused than when they found his living situation. “And who may that be?” Gilgamesh prompts, “My wife” Druig can’t help but hear the gasps of shock some of them let out, “You’re telling me you’ve got married? Like someone doesn’t find you completely insufferable?” Sprike pushes, trying to call his bluff, “You don’t believe me?” Druig laughs, “Well you can all meet her she’s two seconds away from walking through that door.” He points, at that very second you swing open the door - arms full of groceries. “Oh I just LOVE the way you picked the top floor honey” You muse, setting the food on your kitchen island before turning around and finally coming face to face with the completely horrified eternals. “Oh?” You look up to Druig, “We have guests? Why didn’t you say anything?” Before your husband has a chance to answer you butt in again, “Very nice to meet you all, I’m Y/N and now because I know my useless husband probably hasn’t offered, can I get you guys anything to drink?”
Fast forward a few hours and you’ve become acquainted with the eternals and they’ve learnt a lot about both you and Druig, after you had to explain to Ikarus that he didn’t have you under mind control and you married him because you love him. You don’t think they have fully wrapped their heads around Druig not being alone yet they are kind enough to allow you and Druig to excuse yourselves to go discuss him going on a world saving mission and leaving you in your small apartment.
“You have to go Dru” You sigh as soon as he closes your bedroom door, “I don’t want to leave you m’love” He looks at you with pleading eyes but he knows you’ve made up your mind. He pulls you closer to him by your waist and places his forehead on yours “So you’d rather I die because you didn’t go save the world?” You joke placing your hands either side of his face and pushing his face back. He can feel the cold metal of your wedding ring against his cheek. He lets out a dry chuckle and you continue, “You’re going, it’s a no brainer - and there's no room for you to protest.” “I know. I know” He sighs defeated. He pulls his lips against yours before sighing again, “You’re going to stay here and stay safe okay?” “No I was actually planning on coming with you” You muse smirking, “Haha very funny Y/N” “Now,” you push his arms away from your waist and turn him to face the rest of your bedroom, “You best pack a bag or whatever you do.”
Entering the Domo, Druig is unbelievably grateful to see Makari as he has just spent the last hours of his life answering questions from the other eternals about his wife and life since leaving the Amazon. “My beautiful beautiful Makari, did you miss me?” Druig smiles, “Hey you might have to watch your tone with her now you’ve got a wife” Thena threatens. Makari just turns to Druig and signs, “How is Y/N?” “Yeah she’s well but I think she misses you” Druig replies but jumps at the booming voice of Sersi “SHE KNEW?” She turns to face Makari, “YOU KNEW? AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING
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Hurt and the Comfort It Can Bring
Summary: You’ve been making rounds to visit your family, only to be attacked by a Deviant in the Amazon. With no one else to turn to, and him being your original destination, you turn to Druig for help.
TW// blood, decently graphic injury stuff, fluffy, angsty, nakedness but not the sexual kind, my shit writing
Pairing: Druig x Reader
Inspired by: Gold Rush (Chapter 2) by @druigswhores
This…this was horrible. You truly hadn’t intended to spend your night limping through the Amazonian forest, looking for Druig.
It was supposed to be a short visit, like it had been with Sersi and Sprite, like it had been with Ajak, and Kingo, and Ikarus, and Gilgamesh and Thena, and Makkari. It was meant to be quick, but instead, you got attacked by a Deviant in the middle of the fucking Amazon forest.
Blood is forming a trail behind you, and if some poor soul decided they wanted to find Druig’s commune, your blood trail would lead them straight to it. It was raining, you were bleeding, and god, standing was becoming such a dizzying task.
2 Hours Earlier:
It was a long walk to the commune in the middle of nowhere, but that wasn’t a problem. It was peaceful, leaves surrounding you on every side, animals rustling through the foliage, it was just so alive. It was beautifully alive.
Maybe a little too alive. It was a fleeting thought that returned quickly when there was a rustling from behind you, much bigger than anything else that had been heard before. You couldn’t help but to stop and turn to see what the large creature was, only to be faced with a Deviant, it’s face only feet from yours as it screeched.
Your eyes widened in fear as you stared at the beast, but then it came charging towards you. Your only reaction was to use your powers. There was a soft orange glow as fire formed within your palm, the heat radiating towards your face. You projected the flame towards the Deviant, scorching it as it howled.
It was more of a shock to see the Deviant heal itself, a soft golden glow following the burns you had just inflicted. Oh, hell.
The battle between you and the beast lasted quite a while, only ending when your desire to live another day, to see your family again grew stronger than the Deviant’s will to kill you. It had you pinned to the ground, stabbed through the shoulders, and your eyes began to glow.
When it pierced through you again, it enacted something you didn’t know you could do. Flames spread far across the forest knocking the creature back as it withdrew from you. You flipped quickly and grabbed a sharp stick, impaling the horrid creature through the head. It wasn’t until afterwards that you realized what you’d done, burnt leaves in a large radius, trees burnt down and small animals fleeing quickly.
You stop for a minute, bending over to take a deep breath. Pain rippled through your body as you did so, causing you to let out a small whimper. You couldn’t help but ask yourself how much longer it would be till you could rest in a bed, till you could change, till you could clean yourself.
You reminded yourself to take a deep breath, lungs burning as you did so. Just keep moving. Just keep moving. Just keep moving. It was a mantra flowing through your head.
After another ten minutes, you saw small lights. Your eyes lit up with hope as you limped faster towards the place. Tears filled your eyes as you saw the commune, incredibly grateful for the one thing you had come for being within arms reach.
Unfortunately, the dizziness from the likely-concussion was beginning to get to you, bile rising in your throat. You swallowed thickly, hoping not to throw up right at that inconvenient moment.
“Druig!” you called, your throat hoarse as you did so, burning in your lungs.
“Druig!” There was a long silence as you dragged yourself further into the village. “Druig!”
Finally, a door swung open, a very frustrated Druig stepping out.
“Who is calling for me at such a late ti-“ He stopped mid-sentence when he saw you bloodied and bruised. “(Y/N)?” There was obvious concern in his voice.
“Druig…” It was a weak attempt at speaking, the most-definitely-a-concussion now making the entire world spin. Your voice wobbles as a wave of fear sweeps through you. “Hurts.”
His brain seemed to kick into action as he ran towards you, catching you just before you hit the ground. As gently as he could, he swept you up and moved towards one of the buildings, knocking urgently on the door as your head lulled to sit on his shoulder limply.
The wooden door swung open to reveal a man in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes as he looked at Druig. “Sir? It’s the middle of the night.”
Druig jostled you a little in his arms, bringing the man’s attention towards you. “She’s injured, badly.”
The man nodded before returning to the porch area with medical tools, instructing Druig to set you down and sit behind you so you were sitting up.
The entire process of the man fixing your wounds was blurry, the only thing you could remember being Druig’s hands comfortingly holding yours, occasionally running up and down your arms.
When everything was done, you were half-asleep, eyes drifting closed and snapping back open again.
“Let’s get you to a bed,” Druig says softly, only to receive a whine from you. “What is it?”
“Bath.”
He chuckles, the rumble vibrating through your body creating soft goosebumps along your skin. “Alright, m’darlin’.”
You smile sleepily against him, dozing off until he taps you, softly calling your name. “The bath is ready.”
“Will you wash my hair for me?” you plead softly as you begin trying to lift your shirt over your head.
“Hmm, of course. Here, let me help you.” He takes your shirt off the rest of the way, beginning to slide your pants down your hips gently before picking you up and setting you into the warm bath.
You hummed softly at the newfound warmth, sinking a bit further into it. Druig chuckled softly, a small smile on his face at how adorable he thought you were. His hands gently massaged through your scalp, water washing out the red substance. Druig began humming softly as he helped you bath, love in every movement.
Once he was done, he picked you up and held you close, patting off the excess water with a towel before wrapping you in a warm robe that smelt exactly like him. When he swept you up you couldn’t help but snuggle into his warmth, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
There’s soft footsteps until you’re laid in a bed, warm blankets pulled over you. Not even a minute after, Druig climbs in next you, wrapping his body around yours and nuzzling his nose into your neck.
“Druig,” you start softly. “There was…there was-“
“Shh, we’ll talk about it in the morning. Sleep now, I’ll be here.”
You nodded as you let your consciousness slip away, the deep lull of sleep too enticing for you to resist. The last thing you hear before you fall into your dreams is Druig’s beautiful voice.
“I love you.”
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Part 5: The Fool
Pairing: Druig x Reader
Summary: **** (SPOILERS) **** AU where all the remaining Eternals stay on earth. You are a sorcerer like Doctor Strange and have been working as his assistant since Thanos’ downfall. Doctor Strange has been keeping close watch over the Eternals after the Celestial emerged from the ocean.
Genre: Adventure / Fluff / Angst
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue
Druig had never - never - felt this level of rage. He was seated in a lavish and long vehicle that made him feel like he was a bug in a suffocating jar. He was practically shaking in his seat. There was an intense feeling in his chest that wanted to be let loose like a wildfire.
When Ikarus used to picked on him, Druig was frustrated. When Kingo decided to disturb Druig’s quiet mornings, he was irritated. When Mekari teased him for his stubbornness, he was annoyed. Now, watching Modredus run his fingers through your hair, Druig felt murderous.
He thought about the day he had met you. With a smile on your conniving face, you burned his hand when he challenged you. The little heat you had inflicted on him that day did not compare to the fire he felt now or the rage he wanted to act upon. On some level, Druig wanted to throw a tantrum like a human child. Instead, he held himself perfectly still. His eyes never left Modredus.
“She is just so fragile,” Modredus said softly.
Druig couldn’t disagree more. In the short time he had known you, Druig knew you didn’t like to back down from danger and that you were strong will enough to face most challenges. Druig wanted you to wake up and show Modredus how wrong he was. But all Druig could do was grind his teeth while he watched the man look down at you, your head resting in his lap.
I could stop this car, Druig thought. He knew how he would do it. He knew that it would be easy. If he only had to worry about himself, he would have left already. But he had you. Druig had to figure out how to get you out of this car, whole and hale.
Druig tried to make his mind think of a plan - any plan, really. There were two armored men seated on either side of Druig and he couldn’t focus. With every bump that the car sped over, Druig was forced to watch Modredus hold you in place. With one tattooed hand on your hip and the other against your head, one could almost believe that Modredus cared for you. It made Druig sick.
“As a fellow Eternal, I am envious of your ability to control people with your mind,” Modredus said, looking back up to Druig, “oh, why are you making that face? You don’t like the limo?” Druig didn’t answer and instead turned his head to look out the window.
“So you can mind control people, what can she do?” At Modredus’ question, Druig blinked in surprised.
He thinks she’s an Eternal, too.
Druig looked back at his captor, unsure what to say. You were shivering in Mordredus’ lap. No clovers to be seen anywhere except for the one that still sat on his lapel. Your rings were still on your limp fingers but Druig saw that Mordredus had taken the yellow powder from your pocket. He was tossing the pouch up and down with one hand.
“Well,” Mordredus continued, “let me tell you what I can do.” Druig watched Mordredus put that small pouch of your yellow powder down in the cup holder by his side. He then pulled several small vials out of his breast pocket. He tossed one to Druig.
“Drink it.” Mordredus eyed Druig.
“No,” Druig said, tossing the vial back. Mordredus smiled as if he knew Druig would say as much.
“Suit yourself,” Mordredus answered with a shrug. The man opened the vial and poured a small amount into your mouth.
“No!” Druig launched himself toward you but the strong men on either side of Druig held him back. Mordredus smiled as you spluttered to life.
“I make potions that can do almost anything, my dear man.” Mordredus spoke to Druig but watched you closely. “I can make a healing draft that will cure any cancer and a drink strong enough to kill a heathy ox. I can make you dumb, or agreeable, or happy, or sad… or obedient.”
Obedient.
“You let her-“ Druig pulled against the men holding him back, fearing the worst. If Druig couldn’t get inside your head, then surely Mordredus couldn’t either. Right?
Slowly, you opened your eyes and Druig felt relieved to see your face. His clever witch was awake. But your eyes were void of their usual challenging spark. Were you... did Mordredus get inside of your mind after all?
“Relax, it was just a draft to wake her,” Mordredus cooed as you sat up, “it was a mix of peppermint and… well, among other things. But this clever little drug,” Mordredus pulled the sack of yellow powder back out of the cup holder. “This is quite the concoction. I believe it wards off almost any charm or unwanted mental tampering. I love it… but there seems to be an unstable compound that leads to a noticeable case of - ah, I guess it’s addiction.”
Druig looked at the yellow powder then looked back to you. With hazey eyes, he could tell that you weren’t full awake yet. It was probably just a side effect of being knocked out, Druig guessed. But if what Mordredus said was true, the addiction-
Druig thought back to the shaking and the strange headaches you had if you went too long without a dose of the powder. He thought about the way you hid the powder from Doctor Strange.
Druig didn't want to agree with Modredus, but you were addicted to the same thing that protected you.
“I think I know how to improve the mixture, but I digress. This one,” Mordredus tossed another, different vial to Druig, “that one is for you.”
Druig began to shake his head, to protest. Only a fool would drink something their captor handed them. But then Druig looked over at you. Still wearing your evening dress, you were shaking and squinted painfully as the car drove past particularly bright lights. Was that a side effect of your powder or was it what Mordredus had given you? Druig noticed him watching you as well. He was too close to you and had several evil looking vial still in his hand.
Druig understood then. He had played right into Mordredus’ hands. A fresh wave of anger washed over him.
Obedient.
Druig was angry at Mordredus, but now he was angry with himself. How could he have been so stupid? Yes, only a fool would drink something their captor handed them, but only a fool would show his enemy his weakness. Druig had shown Mordredus his weakness and Druig found that he was surprised as he admitted it to himself, too.
For you, Druig realize that he would play the fool.
But you couldn't piece it together. You felt like you were trying to sweep cobwebs out of your head. There was a strange haze as your thoughts tried to organize themselves. How long had you been asleep? When did you get into a limo? Where was your yellow powder? What was Druig doing?
What was Druig drinking?
“Druig-“ you let out a small cry when you saw him quickly down the contents of a little vial. With horror, Druig’s eye turned a magnificent gold then transitioned to a glowing, hideous red. His attention turned toward you. Muscles straining, he suddenly launched himself at you.
You held up your hands to instinctively protect yourself, but Druig was faster. Mordredus let out a sharp cry as Druig grabbed your upper arm. Opening a car door, Druig’s red eyes looked down into yours.
“Run,” he said as he pushed you out of the moving vehicle.
****
“I don’t know,” you seemed to say for the thousandth time. You were back on the Domo, sitting with a cup of something warm and a blanket around your shoulders. Sersi sat on one side of a long couch with you. Thena and Kingo stood across from you.
“He drank something and pushed me out,” you explained… again, “I used my sling ring to come here as soon as I could.” Sersi looked to Kingo while Thena watched you. They were worried, you could tell. And who wouldn’t be if one of their family members was basically kidnapped by someone as powerful as Mordredus? Right now, all you could hope was that Mekkari would find him. She was running through the world as you spoke.
“Something happened to his eyes,” you continued.
“Something always happens to his eyes when he uses his powers,” Kingo said, running a hand over the back of his neck.
“No,” you shook your head, “his eyes turned red. Even I know that’s not normal for him.”
Thena and Sersi looked at one another. Kingo looked like he was about to argue but he was interrupted by someone entering the room. You hoped that it was Mekkari but it was only Phastos. He was followed by Doctor Strange. You gave your mentor a weak smile, glad that Phastos had been the one to break the bad news to Doctor Strange. The doctor didn’t like failure and he had a habit of making you feel guilty for the smallest mistake.
The doctor looked you over, silent for just a moment as Phastos stood with Thena and Kingo. You stared back, trying to convey comfort and some modicum of dignity. This dress and the overwhelming feeling of failure did not make it easy.
Mekkari rushed back in. A small breeze trailing her as she entered the large room of the Domo. She looked around at everyone and only shook her head.
“If Druig doesn’t want to be found, he knows how to hide.” Sersi stood as she spoke.
“We need to find him,” you pleaded. You were startled by the intensity of your words.
Your body released a particularly violent shiver as you spoke, causing everyone to look at you. Mekkari rushed to your side and sat next to you, taking the seat Sersi was just in. Mekkari quickly rubbed her hands along your arms in an attempt to make you warm. You smiled at her, thankful for her kindness.
Doctor Strange’s brow furrowed as he looked you over. After a moment, he came to kneel in front of you, gently taking your face in between his hands. He was looking for something.
You knew what he was going to find.
“Where is it?” Doctor Strange’s voice was cold. His jaw was set. His eyes bore into yours like icicles. His touch was gentle, though.
“I don’t have any more,” you said, clutching the blanket tighter around yourself, “the rest is in Vienna.” You pulled your face out of Doctor Strange’s hands and looked at the ground. He sighed and pressed his lips together. He looked at your shaking hands, examined your pale skin. He tried to pull your gaze back to him, but you refused. You hated this weighted feeling in the center of your chest. You told yourself it wasn’t guilt - what did you have to feel guilty for?
“What’s wrong with her?” Kingo asked.
“She’s going through withdrawal,” Doctor Strange answered.
“I’ll be fine,” you stood, forcing the Doctor to stand as well. “We can do a location spell. I can use some of the things from our apartment in Vienna and then-“
“No,” the doctor said.
“Why not?” Thena asked, narrowing her eyes at Doctor Strange.
“There are some spells that can be performed easily,” he explained, “and there are some spells that must be performed with great skill-“
“Which I have.” You glared at the Doctor. He only ignored you.
“But there are other spells that will take something from you. A simple location spell on a friend or family member is easy. A location spell on someone that doesn’t want to be found is another story. It can be draining and, if it isn’t performed properly, the spell can go wrong. It can harm the person being located and the person doing the locating.”
“So let's do everything else first,” Phastos said.
“That would be preferable,” the Doctor agreed.
“Then what are we going to do?” The frustration was clear in your voice. Mekkari rubbed a soothing circle along your back.
“We’ll do everything we can,” Sersi assured you, “but this is going to take time.”
You gritted your teeth but resigned yourself to the bad news. No matter how long this took, you would bring Druig back.
Part 6
A/N: Thank you for reading! You guys wouldn't believe how many times I spelled "vial" as "vile." We're more than halfway done with the story and Druig is in for a rough ride.
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