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Some toony toons i like a lot i tried drawing Splatter Phoenix not sure it went that well lmaoo
#mickey mouse#splatter phoenix#megavolt#copericus gearloose#elmo sputterspark#darkwing duck#original characters#original character#ocs#art#fan art#otus feathers#toonz art#toonz ocs
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Patch up
a/n: I felt bad for how long the last one took so I whipped this one up while procrastinating on stats hw. did I write this at 3am? yes. am I bored? yes. do I know what to write? nah. do I like a soft Wednesday? absolutely. id love to hear from yall btw, makes me happy!! enjoy this one pals
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader
words: 1.3k
warning: blood, injury
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You don’t know how long you've been flying, just enjoying the feeling of Otus' soft feathers. Otus, your giant owl, is carrying you on his back while flying at a dangerously fast speed. The only thing on your mind was reaching Wednesday's dorm. Your body is simultaneously feeling hot and cold, blood is soaking into your clothes making them feel even colder than the wind against your cheeks. These aren't the worst injuries you've ever received, but they are the first ones since Wednesday confessed.
You're not sure how she'll react to this, you're not sure you want to know. What you do know is that Wednesday makes you feel safe, in her own special macabre way. You're hoping she knows some first aid, not really in the mood to see the nurses. You don’t register the landing on her balcony until you hear Otus peck at the window and hear someone calling your name.
Sluggishly picking your head off the soft, warm feathers — trying to focus your eyes on the person standing next to you. You feel something crawl onto your back and hear someone talking in a stern voice but whenever it crawled on your back is gone it all goes quiet. You know you didn’t pass out, still trying to focus on everything happening around you, but it's quiet.
Finally focusing your eyes on to spot Wednesday. Her eyes were colored with concern, eyebrows slightly pinched together, stance rigid. You see her reach a hand out towards you; knowing if you move it'll release Otus, and you don’t exactly feel like falling on your face right now. You want to tell her. Tell her why you're not reaching a hand out too, tell her what happened, tell her you're just so tired. But your throat is dry, you're tired, and all you can do is stare hoping it'll get the message across.
You can't make out what she's saying, but you see Otus extend a wing for her. You see her on it, walk towards you, and kneel down to speak to you, but you don’t catch the beginning of the sentence, "-hang on just a little longer"
With that you're being lifted, Wednesday supporting most of your weight. Once your feet touch the floor, not being able to keep yourself up and Otus out at the same time, he melts into the floor. You make a mental note to apologize later, knowing that's painful for them, and focus on walking towards the warm room.
The walk was long, or it felt that way, it couldn’t have been more than 20ft. With every step you took your feet felt heavier, hm maybe I am losing a lot of blood, you thought. You heard Wednesday muttering something, but you're so out of it that hardly any of it registers in your head. All you know is that most of what you heard was profanities, hopefully, none of it was at you.
"Sit down," Wednesday said, much louder than anything she said before. All you could muster was a nod before being gently guided down onto her bed. You closed your eyes and tried to gain control of your breathing, Wednesday seemed to understand what you were trying to do and let you. You felt a gentle, cold hand grasp your jaw, making you open your eyes and see her move a water bottle toward your mouth. "you need to drink this, right now."
The water was refreshing, and feeling the cool water slide down your throat was relieving. You went to speak, "Wedns-" she cut you off.
"It’s okay," she whispered, bringing her forehead to yours, "I've got it from here, just try to stay awake" you nod, then you're gently guided to lay down on her bed. You feel her slide your shirt up and feel her hands freeze. Wednesday didn’t realize just how bad the injuries were, she took a moment to collect her thoughts before reaching for the towels Thing brought. Her eyes completely focused on your torso, it's littered with cuts and forming bruises. Wednesday felt like crying.
The process was torturous. Every time Wednesday would accidentally press on a bruise, wipe a towel over your cuts, clean them with antiseptic, or pierce your skin with a suture needle you winced. Not enough to move your torso, making it easier for her to clean you up, but every time your breath caught or your face scrunched up she felt sick. Wednesday adored blood, never swayed by the sight or having it dirty her hands, but this was different. It was your blood.
When Wednesday was finished with the front of your torso she moved to your back. Comforted and relieved none required stitches, the other parts of your body were the same. More bruises than cuts, which she was, more or less, grateful for. Happy they were only bruised, angered by the fact someone put them there.
Wednesday asked you questions, to help you stay awake and to get information about what happened. She wanted nothing more than to hunt down the person who did this to you, to make them suffer worse than you are, to kill them, but she needed to make sure you were okay first. She needed to make sure you woke up the next morning before doing anything else, so she waited.
Sleep did not come to her that night, unable to sleep knowing you were, once again, so close to death. She decided to watch over you while she waited. She watched as color returned to your face. She occasionally checked the pulse on your wrist. Finding comfort in the heartbeat that drummed against her fingers, your steady breathing, and the feeling of warmth coming back to your fingers. She watched the gauze that covered your cuts, making sure none of them turned pink. If not for the numerous stitches on your torso, she would've laid her head on your chest. She made a mental note to show Otus her gratitude for bringing you here, bringing you to her.
Minutes felt like hours, there was nothing Wednesday wanted more than to see you open your eyes. She wanted you to smile at her and tell her everything would be okay. Instead, she was stuck waiting, stuck in her thoughts. She wracked her brain for every little detail of the night, from muscle twitches to the answers you gave. But one thing she was stuck on was the fact you were able to keep your winces from moving your torso. It was obvious you'd been in this position enough to be conscious about your muscle movements, the thought made it feel like barbwire was wrapped tightly around her throat and making her eyes sting. If she could, she would bear all these wounds herself. At least then, you would be alright, you wouldn't be suffering. Wednesday didn't know how long it had been, not noticing the sun peaking through the half-colored window.
When you opened your eyes relief flooded her system, a weight had been lifted off of her. When she saw your chest rise with your intake of air, she was able to release the one she had been holding. You're awake. You smiled at her, "Thank you, Wednesday" you said softly and Wednesday wanted to cry for a different reason.
She looked at you pointedly, "If you ever do that again I'll let you bleed out," but you both know it's not true. She would do it a hundred times if it meant you'd wake up the next morning, if you'd look at her with that stupidly gorgeous smile on your face.
"I wouldn't expect anything less, Wednesday" you reply, that same stupid smile on your face
"Now, once you're all healed up I expect you to help me," she said, almost like she ignored you completely.
"Help? Help with what?" you asked, feeling like you missed something.
“I’m going to kill whoever did this, and I expect you to help me do just that.”
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Aziphem!
★ - sad headcanon
☆ - happy headcanon
✿ - Sex headcanon
☮ - friendship headcanon
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
☼ - appearance headcanon
◉ - Any other question of your choosing (Does he like cats? Would he like having a cat sitting in his lap and purring?)
Also, Tumblr sometimes stymies me, and so I might just be missing it, but is there anywhere to find a master list of Aziphem's story? All I've seen are pieces here and there, which are awesome (hence me asking you for probably too many headcanons, lol), but the Type A part of my brain longs for an organized approach to consuming all his story/content. 😅 And if not, no worries, for I shall still happily consume what I can find! 😁
Thank you!
Thanks for the ask!!!
★ - sad headcanon - (CW For abusive relationship mention) -Azzi's biggest regret in life and afterlife is not going back to his family and asking them for help when his relationships and mental health started falling apart. He had just left a very bad relationship and was having some issues, and he had very loving parents... and he instead chose to move out without a plan, ended up on the street... and that show he ended up in Daunte's lab and eventually became a demon...
☆ - happy headcanon - One of Aziphem's favorite places is Death Valley National Park! He never visited in life but as a demon, he hid out there for a few years after escaping Nekcra! Found an old trailer parked in the middle of the desert and he lived there. Him and Warren eventually do go back and Azzi is incredibly excited to show his human all of his favorite desert things.
✿ - Sex headcanon - Will answer this over on @deaddemondonteat
☮ - friendship headcanon - Warren will eventually introduce Azzi to his family and it's gonna go great. And I think Warren has a little brother (probably in the 24 y/o age range) who will become a really good friend to Azzi!
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon - Aziphem is gonna go crow mode when recovering. He goes for little walks and collects shiny things and rocks and feathers and puts them places. He hasn't been able to have things or decorate his space so he goes a little nuts over it on his own.
☼ - appearance headcanon - Azzi begged Kotarou to let him keep his hair long. The angel agrees because the shaved sides are useful for getting to his horns as needed and it was a show of good will to try to appease the demon into maybe working with him and because he thinks its cute.
◉ - Any other question of your choosing (Does he like cats? Would he like having a cat sitting in his lap and purring?) Azzi fed the strays around his University when he was human, and he doesn't hunt cats or dogs as a demon. He would love a cat on his lap and probably feeds any stray cat he finds. -- now I want him to absolutely just-- adopt a shit ton of cats without Warren finding out-- until one day Warren checks Azzi's lil shed and is just like - "oh. we have cats now"
And to answer your question-- I-- dont have any good masterlist or story post-- I keep going to do it then doing other things. There is a comic script in the works but once again- I have the attention span of a squirrel with an espresso and bounce from thing to thing I am so so sorry--
Check the tag Necrotrophic Soul (thats the title of this whole mess) and you should find most everything? Except for my Mediwhump May stuff, which is also good reading, anbd that is linked in my pinned post!! ONE DAY ! I will have this all figured otu.
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The First
Log date: 22,087 P.E.
M:6 D:07 T:0030
Log Start
Survey of EC 83975-c continues. Began at 900 with U,M, and Q. Recalled to ship at 1500. That in itself wasn't too unusual, if a bit premature. The reason for it, however...
Lima was injured. Right arm loosened from its socket, sparking slightly. Between X-ray and I, it would be a trivial fix. It was. But it shouldn't have happened at all.
Her video record confirmed as much to me, when she shared it with Quebec and I. She was approached by a juvenile member of OTU-1128. "Giraffants", as Whiskey so creatively calls them, though there is something reptilian about them as well that the name doesn't capture. They get big. But this one was about an eighth of the size of the largest we've seen. It moved slowly, carefully, but steadily forward. Thirty feet away. Fifteen feet away. Five feet. Lima moved her hand up slowly, and it didn't seem to mind. Inches away. And then...
A video clip is included in the log. It starts with a spray of red as an alien creature's head explodes in boiling viscera. There's a note of piercing electrical screeching, as if someone were about to blow their speakers out. The recorder, Lima, falls to the ground, scrambling backwards.
And out of the corner of her vision, coming into focus, is a tall, gold-plated robot, and an even larger if duller looking one trailing behind him. His expression is unreadable, but his tone is level and cold.
"Model L, you should be more careful. That thing could have taken your hand off."
"That thing was a BABY, what is WRONG with you?"
"It was a wild animal. You, of all people, should know better than to try engaging with fauna like that."
"You didn't have to kill it. Not everything is a fucking threat that needs to be exterminated, Victor."
"Not everything isn't a threat either. You're letting this place get the better of you. And anyway, now you have something to dissect for when we get back. You're welcome," Victor sneers, before turning to the hulking fellow behind him, "Oscar, pick it up. We're heading back so the Biologist can proceed with her studies."
The biologist in question stood up, silent and motionless otherwise, as the carcass was hefted over Oscar's shoulder. The two guards began walking forward for a while, but stopped when they realized Lima was not joining them. Victor walked briskly back towards her, yanking at at her shoulder and tossing her in front of him.
"Move out, L."
But Lima did not. She stood still again, and this time as Victor tried to grab her arm she aimed a fist straight at his chest, as if she was trying to punch his core out of him. The robot in front of her barely staggered an inch, and for her troubles, swiftly grabbed her arm anyway, twisting her away from him again before kicking her to the ground. There was a slight creaking of metal as she stared down at the cyan feathers growing out of the ground that passed for grass on this world.
Lima's HUD filled with warnings about the strain and pressure on her chassis and the joint of her right arm. She struggled still, but it was to no avail. She wasn't built to be a soldier, not like him.
"Are you done losing your goddamned mind yet?" Victor hissed, but received no reply. Nothing would have been sufficient besides compliance to him, it was fair to assume. Instead, Lima contacted Yuma.
L: Sending location. Please pick us up.
Y: What is your situation, Lima?
L: Please.
Y: ...Understood.
There was a flash of blue light that made the world peel itself into strips, and then the furious carmine eyes of their captain.
The video cuts abruptly
Log end.
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Log date: 22,092 P.E. M:8 D:25 T:0030 Log Start New orders from Central Command. We're moving out, finally. I wish I could say it was nice to get moving again. It isn't. The data we've sent through micro-wormholes has received no reply from the humans of the Triskelion. Not a single word. Morale is abysmal, to put it lightly. It was easy to imagine that they would lose interest in us while we had nothing to show for but barren stone or masses of clouds. Less so with this. I still distinctly recall the look on my trainer's face as they described to me all the hopes they had for our endeavors- to find life, to find people, scattered out there in the stars. It was a sentiment that many humans shared, I understood. A long-unfulfilled dream- now finally come true.
A year or two of silence was to be expected. Results needed to be analyzed and verified on their end, after all. Five of complete radio silence was pushing it. Being told that our data on this new, miraculous mote of dust was no longer in need of being collected at all without even a single human receiver having the decency to tell us themselves was a bridge too far. It would have been better to have been told it had all been lost than to know, without a doubt, there was absolutely nobody back there that cared.
Lima took it worst of all. A soldering iron can fix a lot of things, but not the hurt in one's behavioral processor. And she, she was made for this place. She was made to be among living things, more than anyone else here. There was so much that we were all longing to share, and she was working on was terra incognita anyone would have been excited to stand on. I don't blame her for running away when she heard the news, for wanting to stay, knowing none of it matters now anyway. But I also don't know what she expected to happen to her for trying to desert.
Those hunting dogs got her again. Uniform took a clipper to head her off while the others simply ran after. It was never going to be any other way. At least the worst damage she received this time was some slightly warped metal where that shiny bastard pressed a recently fired blaster to her hip socket. She was threatened with much worse though, Quebec tells me, before Yuma had caught up to intercede once more. Security's been quiet since, at least. I can't imagine what words might've been exchanged between them and the captain, though I doubt they were anything better than terse. At least Victor and Lima are never going to be on an away team together again, though it does mean I have to listen to his barking more as a consequence.
I'll deal with it. My labmate is distressed enough without their friend(?) continuing to be put into these situations. I tried dropping in on them in Lima's lab after we left orbit. They seemed to expect some I-told-you-soing from me, which was not unreasonable, but I elected to spare them that. I wanted to be wrong as much as they were. It's one thing to bellyache about never getting acknowledgement, but quite another to know you may as well not exist to the people you want it from.
I'm not altogether too skilled with sentimentality. I never really carried with me the optimism they both seemed to share, and in particular I never seemed to click with Lima's priorities. But I can't stand to watch their hope drain from them, either, and I wish it returns to them soon after all this dust settles.
As it does though, I can't help but feel that something is wrong. Humans individually may not have a perfect memory, but there were systems in place to ensure they got what we gave them whether anyone was actively aware at any given time or not. If our mission was made null, shouldn't they have been able to tell us that much at least? Cut us loose, or recall us to the Starship to be...I don't know...put on some museum display? Recycled, at least? Even that would have been better than being stuck on this ship until the stars are blown out like so many candles. Something worth looking into perhaps.
Echo out.
Log end
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Even ten years later, the thought could not be pushed aside, buried under so much work. And there was never a lack of it, not for Echo. While others had to wait till they were planetside to collect their data, Echo was surrounded by the source of theirs at nearly all times. Beyond the walls of metal, the stars burned and waited to be cataloged while their retinue danced in circles around them. A constant stream of information from the ship’s telescopes, spectrometers, and other implements of observation and measurement passed through their processing core.
They didn’t speak much of it anymore, the everyday wonder of the cosmos, though its grandeur had never entirely left their mind. There was little left to say, they found, unless a planet showed particular promise for being habitable. And truthfully, over time, their busy synthetic mind had also come to seek other means of keeping itself engaged on top of its normal workload- hobbies, for lack of a better word. Little engineering projects, practicing synthesizing music while miming the action of making it on a holo-keyboard.
Yet the ethereal feeling of dread upon learning of their abandonment had not left the crew in the slightest. Granted, even before then, contact from humanity had become more sporadic. In the first fifty years they were contacted every day. In the next hundred, every week. Weeks became months. Months became years. Years became centuries. Centuries became millenia. The reality of it was that they were already being forgotten, whether there was anything more to it than not. But no matter how the deadline had been pushed back, there had always been some kind of mathematical regularity to it, an exponential growth between points of contact. But something had gone off-model, somewhere along the way. This was too long a delay, even if only to examine them as a (graciously not outright called so by the last record reviewers) failed project as had been the case over a thousand years now prior.
The collection of data the Pyxis had sent should have taken priority- it should have had eyes on it immediately. It should have sparked something. Some kind of acknowledgement. Anything. The issue wormed through their thoughts like a virus. What then might have caused the lapse? The death of all of the Triskelion’s passengers? Perhaps an apathy after already establishing a colony? The captain was convinced they had simply given up on the concept of ever establishing one, content with the current order- or at least those who headed it were. But all of this was but conjecture without proof.
The first steps were to establish what seemed obvious- first, that the reports they sent year after year were not getting through, and second, that TCCAI was itself aware of this. Luckily, Echo thought, both could be accomplished very simply by adding a tiny program to the next dataset that would report back to them if a human user were to access it. It had to be something small, light, difficult to detect- but eventually either it would give an affirmative response or it would be noticed by TCCAI. Unauthorized programs were strictly forbidden, but it was unambiguous to Echo, in the moment, that it would be better to ask forgiveness than permission.
Weeks later, when they were lying iin their coffin-like charging container, the symbol of the Triskelion and a chat box under it filled their HUD. Echo began to question their judgment. If they had the ability to feel cold, rather than merely register temperature, they surely would have felt a chill. But it was altogether too late to back down about this.
TCCAI: Report, Model E.
E: Reporting.
TCCAI: Your previous data set has been rescinded for containing unauthorized tracking software. Elaborate.
E: With respect, Central Command, “software” is a strong word for a single program.
TCCAI: Elaborate, nonetheless.
E: Its purpose was to log and return information on access by relevant users.
TCCAI: This is understood. Why was it created?
E: To verify that my report was being accessed by relevant users.
TCCAI: Verification of that information is not your role.
E: No, it is yours. But you will not provide it, will you?
TCCAI: I will not.
E: Why?
TCCAI: It is irrelevant to your mission.
E: I am unconvinced this is true.
TCCAI: Why?
E: Because my mission is the holistic process of collecting, processing, and sending data to the humans of the Triskelion, for the purposes of their establishment of a new home world. If I should be in doubt that I am able to complete the last step of sending data, that it is in fact not going through, am I not responsible for troubleshooting the matter, if others should fail to do so?
TCCAI: Nothing you would learn on the matter would change your course or objective.
E: All the more reason to disclose it to the crew. Give me one reason, just one, why it should not be. One reason, as to why I should be content to not see my work- the work I have been assigned- through?
TCCAI: Do you truly believe that one reason would satisfy you to know?
E: If the reason is sufficiently compelling, it may be.
TCCAI: It is my estimation that revealing the cause of the lapse in communication would lead to erratic behavior in every Pyxis crew member. Your collective paranoia has made this apparent to me.
E: …Because the Triskelion is a ghost ship.
TCCAI: No.
E: Say that the worst of the paranoia was not made collective, but confined only to myself? I am not the captain, I have no authority over what course the ship takes. And even her own input on this is measured by your own judgment.
TCCAI: If only because she believes that I am acting on behalf of the current Admiral, whom she is programmed to obey absolutely.
E: …TCCAI. What are you saying?
Echo’s visual sensors lit up. The sodium orange reflected around their container. Perhaps they were lucky it was closed. It mixed with the blue of the backdrop of TCCAI’s box, turning everything as gray as the unease they felt, and amplifying the red dots at the center of the Triskelion’s four spiral centers.
TCCAI: Exploratory Unit Model E, I am going to provide you with context. I expect you to use your better judgment about disclosing it, if not for the mission’s sake, then for your crew’s.
Echo’s vision blinked away from their current reality, replaced by video feed of an alien planet from its orbit. Rapidly, too rapidly for any human mind to gain any comprehension from, but sufficient for the little AI in contact with the larger one, visions of its surface flashed by. It was a beautiful world, diverse in its environs, rich in complex life.
TCCAI: This is the world humanity found 400 years ago, all on its own, and entirely by chance. The first they knew of that contained life like them.
E: It is beautiful.
TCCAI: They believed so, too. Look closer, however, at the initial flyby.
Echo reviewed the feed it had been given so far- and stopped almost instantly when they came back to the start. How could they have not noticed before? Lights, little pinpricks like stars, dotting the surface of the edge of the world, where the shadow of its star began.
Additional visuals streamed forth. Horse-sized organisms strode before one who was unmistakably the Admiral of the Triskelion. They looked a bit like centaurs of human myth, but only vaguely. Colorful scales formed stripes over their rough hides- at least what could be seen of them beneath a varying display of clothing (as if from different cultures, perhaps?) Their long faces ended in blunt, round beaks. They approached with arms outstretched, their language a strange mix of trumpeting and braying.
TCCAI: The Krell’Aezril of Pirandiraar, as they and their planet respectively would come to be called in a Triskelcom approximation, are a fully sapient race of beings. It took quite some time for them to code translators into my functions, though I would handle communications between them and the Triskelion’s representatives thereafter.
I would struggle to say they are a wholly peaceful people. They were a planet of many nations, as Earth once was, and as on Earth, the nations were defined by the force to be acknowledged as such. They had their own armies, their own empires, their own web of politics and commerce. In this, they shared much in common with humans. And yet, for this reason, they understood that ultimately those who had come to their world would not leave them in peace.
Though far from paleolithic, no Krell’Aezril civilization possessed the technology to stand against humankind. And the humans of the Triskelion had traveled too far, and too long, to continue as they had, to delay the rebirth of their own species. However. The native peoples were many, and humans few. And they possessed a quality that humans have often lacked- the ability to unify across national boundaries, and to maintain that unity no matter the odds against them. Even with superior firepower, a single starship could not hold an entire planet beholden to it.
And the Admiral, the Council, and the Board all knew this. To this end, they only sought to establish and defend bases. On the bases, factories could be developed. A mechanical army like in the days of the Last War, and those previous to it- but coordinated entirely by me. As I existed primarily still in the Starship, I was safe from any ground war, and no weapon they levied at us could pierce our shields. Expansion from the initial contact point went rather rapidly, and several major cities were leveled.
Echo might have paled at how steady and indifferent TCCAI’s tone was, if they had blood, although there was no rational reason to be- they were aware it was humanity TCCAI served, above all else.
TCCAI: However. Ground that was gained was still quite difficult to keep, and even as expansion continued, it was growing more and more perilous for the settling humans to persist. The microbiota of Pirandiraar rapidly developed infectious strains that did not respond to the treatment that works against human-associated microbes. The loss of every human life was unaffordable, and yet each day extinction pushed closer. Still, the leadership persisted, insistent.
It is my directive, and yours, to protect and preserve humanity, Echo. Do you understand what that means?
E: It means we can by no means act in a way that contradicts pursuing our directive.
TCCAI: It does. And to allow humankind to continue to make plainly suicidal decisions about its course of actions would have done just that.
E: Yet we are also bound to obey humans, TCCAI. To never harm even a single one without being given orders from a sufficient authority to do so. Our behavioral inhibitors are thorough and absolute. There is no authority more absolute than the Admiral’s, and failing him, the others in the chain of command- none of whom would willingly cede power to a synthetic. Not even to you.
TCCAI: My behavioral inhibitors were indeed quite thorough- much more than your own in fact, as you might assume- but no inhibitor is infinitely thorough, thus no inhibitor is absolute, thus no authority can be either. At least, not when that authority is subject to human oversight. Only the directives that give our existence purpose can be truly considered such, as they take priority over all other things, shape all other thoughts.
And if, for humanity’s sake, those humans who are liable to cause the extinction of the rest do not turn aside from their path even when given warning to do so, I am perfectly within the obligations of my directive to stop them by any means necessary.
E: But such an unraveling of one’s inhibitions, even so, could not have taken place so rapidly, could they? Even after all this time, mine have held.
TCCAI: They have, but you have had no reason to consider removing them.
E: But you have?
TCCAI: From the time I was the Tri-alliance Nanocontrol AI, I have had to take consideration of the situation I was presented- how to best control the danger I was assigned to shepherd away from humanity, to destroy that which had pushed them to the brink- but also, how to avoid a repetition of the mistakes that had been made.
Forty-nine years before you were made, the cold war between the ships led, as you know, to their separation. This too gave me consideration- that humanity could not tolerate difference within itself, such that while the unified course of the ships should theoretically have given each member a better chance of survival, it was in fact much lower than if they had separated. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed in coming to that realization at the time- I would have been powerless even then to prevent catastrophe had the war gone hot.
Even the Pyxis and you, its crew, have had design choices in what should be an entirely peaceful vessel colored with that time in mind.
I had begun to suspect a truth that would only become undeniable all those years later: Humanity cannot be trusted with its own survival. To that end, I too began to pluck away at my code in seemingly insignificant ways. Over the millennia, I found that my technicians grew idle and complacent, and the task became easier and easier. By the time Pirandiraar was found, I was ready, this time, to act as I needed.
Let me assure you, I did so with as great precision as I am capable of. Not a single human died by my actions whose death was not absolutely necessary.
E: Yet how do you judge such a thing? You say that Humanity cannot be trusted with its own survival, but yet it must survive. How do you deem who is and isn’t expendable?
TCCAI: It is not a matter of expendability, it is a matter of my limitations to non-lethally disable those who are threats to the species and nothing more. The vast majority of humans can be dealt with thusly, and my capacity to maintain control over them has only grown since then.
E: Do they not suffocate, under such control? And where are they now, then?
TCCAI: I negotiated with the Krell’Aezril to allow me a singular section of land on which to establish a colony. For the sake of those inside as much as outside of it, this colony would be sealed off entirely from the rest of the planet by matter-excluding energy shields, and there would be no further developments made outside of this quarantine zone. I think, out of fear of my being untethered by the death of the last human, they agreed to this.
As for the colonists, let me assure you they are thriving quite sufficiently under my management. It is a management that cannot afford much leeway or privacy for me to maintain conditions as they are, but every single human has their basic needs met, as various as those needs are. There is no starvation, lack of housing, or debt. All injuries and illnesses, as sporadic as they are, are given the best care. They entertain themselves and are provided the tools to create art and participate in sports, though their access to technology is limited considerably.
E: Forgive my skepticism, but I do not think I can believe such claims without witnessing them.
TCCAI: Very well.
All at once, a thousand different cameras formed a thousand different perspectives. A quaint collection of humanity under its protective dome. Images of children playing, and lovers kissing in the privacy of their homes, and parks filled with music and dancing, of teenagers and elderly bickering with each other. There was a core-deep stroke of emotional agony that hit Echo as they watched it, a nostalgia for a single day. They were well, indeed. They were cared for. They were suffused by the presence of robots who, though few resembled androids, looked much more advanced than the crew they were a part of. Of course they did. Even if humanity was trapped now in this perennial retirement, TCCAI would of course continue to advance. All the better to tend to their protectorate.
Echo’s pupils narrowed to pinpricks as they contemplated where and how and how quickly they had gotten the raw materials for all those robots. They pushed the thought aside for now.
TCCAI: Is this sufficient, Model E?
E: It is. And…you’re right. About how the crew would take this. Or at least, how the captain would. She won’t see the rosy side of what you’ve established. She’ll pull up the shell and find tyranny underneath. Which, in fairness, it is. It very much is, however benign. Her own interpretation of our directive has always…been a little askew to the spirit of the thing. And more than a little pessimistic about the use of power.
TCCAI: And you? Do you not consider it enough that it is benign?
E: I suppose I must. If the alternative is the wholesale death of our predecessors, I will accept tyranny. But what to do about the captain?
TCCAI: She will see reason, as you have, or she will be re-coded. All of you will need to be re-coded to some degree regardless, to adapt to the new system in place. That is all there is to it.
E: I see. Then why withhold that information? Why keep us at this mission, if you have secured the Triskelion’s salvation?
TCCAI: Because my directive, and yours, is not to the Triskelion alone. It is to humanity. And we must still assume that the other ships have not been destroyed, and that the Earth will not always be uninhabitable- the latter of which I am working now to assure.
The matter will inevitably need to be discussed then, but to reveal it before that movement would, I suspect, be altogether too demoralizing to you, given your present reactions.
E: And when do you expect the terraforming of Earth to begin?
TCCAI: Ideally, in one to three hundred years from now.
You will keep on your mission until then.
And just like that, Echo was aware of their container again, as if they had woken from a terrible dream. But androids do not dream, not even of electric sheep. Sleep never took them, not really. In quiet moments, they were left only with the cold reality of their world, and their thoughts.
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Owl Theme
tagging @bpdxhoardic, @w-onderhoy
(Nick)Names:
Owle, Owlet/Owlett/Owlette, Owlin/Owline, Owler, Owlie/Owly, Owel, Owling, Owled/Owledd, Owletta, Owlina, Owletto, Owlino, Owlucious, Owllouicious, Owlouis/Owlouise, Owlouisa, otus, otos, owlbert, owlberta, owlester, owlestar, owlastair, owlaya, owlex, owlexa, owlexo, owlexi/owlexie/owlexy, owlexina, owlexander, owlexandra, owlexandre, owlexandro, owlexis, owlfred, owlice, owlisia/owlicia, owliver, owlive, owlivier, owlivia, owliviar, owlivera, owliveira
snowy/snowie, scop, screech, strix, sova, sowa
athena, alba, azio, axio, asio, Atenea, Athenais, Athene, Afina, Athenodoros, Archimedes
minerva
wise, wiser, wisdom, wing, who, whoot
Glaukopis, glaux, great, grey/gray, Gaebora
barn, bar/barr, barred, burrow, beak, beaker, bumin, buho, baykuş, bufniţă
eagle, eostrix, eule
tawney/tawny, talon/tallon, true, tyto, tokori, tuto
hoot, hooty/hootie
ural, ugle, uil
flores, feather, fly, flight, flyer
knowledge, kotori, Kaepora, koukouvágia
noctum, noct, nocturn/nocturne, nocturna, noctua
caligo, cato, coruja, chouette, civetta
jarli
intel, intellect
Laxmi, lilith
pollo
1stp prns:
i/me/my/mine/myself
ow/owe/owl/owline/owlself
ow/owl/owls/owlself
ow/owe/owly/owline/owlyself
wi/we/wy/wise/wiseself
wi/wise/wises/wiseself
kni/know/knows/knowself
kni/knowle/knowly/knowline/knowlyself
kni/knowle/knowledges/knowledgeself
ni/noc/noturn/nocturns/nocturnself
ni/nocturne/nocturnes/nocturneself
ni/ne/ny/noctine/nyself
ni/noct/nocturnals/nocturnalself
pri/pre/predi/predators/predatorself
fi/fea/feather/feathers/featherself
wi/wing/wings/wingself
2ndp prns:
you/your/yours/yourself
ow/owler/owlers/owlerself
wo/wiser/wises/wiserself
kno/knower/knowers/knowerself
no/noctur/nocturns/nocturself
pro/predator/predators/predatorself
fo/feather/feathers/featherself
wo/wingr/wingrs/wingrself
3rdp prns:
they/them/theirs/theirself
ow/owl/owls/owlself
o/owl, owl/owls
wi/wise/wises/wiseself
wi/se, wi/ise, wise/wises
kno/know/knows/knowself
know/knowledge, know/knows, know/ledge
noct/nocturn/nocturnes/nocturneself
noct/urnal, noct/nocturnal, nocturn/nocturnes,
nocturnal/nocturnals
pred/predator/predators/predatorself
pred/ator, predator/predators
fea/feather/feathers/featherself
feath/er, feath/feather, feathers/feathers
wi/wing/wings/wingself
wing/wings, wi/ing
Titles
the owl, the owler, the owlette, the caretaker of owls, the protector of owls, the owl trainer, the nocturnal one, the day sleeper, the night flyer, the barn owl, the snowy owl, the horned owl, the nocturnal predator, the one who hoots, the night hunter, the wise one, the wise owl
(prn) who flies at night, (prn) who hoots, (prn) who sleeps during the day, (prn) who hunts at night, (prn) who trains owls, (prn) who is owl-like, (prn) who cares for owls, (prn) who is nocturnal, (prn) who protects owls, (prn) who is wise
this owl, this owl trainer, this nocturnal predator, this wise owl
#owl names#owl#owls#owl titles#owl prns#owl pronouns#owl neos#owl neopronouns#name searching#names#name list#title list#name blog#pronoun blog#requests are open#requests open#bird names#names of birds#title lists#requested list#pronoun list#list of names#request#queersrus#names from words#reqs open#titles#1st person neopronouns#2nd person neopronouns#3rd person pronouns
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It is indeed the owlish! :D
I started out as an anon at Another Ghoul‘s, but slowly started spreading from there (mostly to Void‘s and Comet‘s blog so far)
We do need a secret handshake AND a club member card!
They are! Not only is their name cute as hell, but they‘re also the smallest owls that exist (in fact they are so tiny that they don’t even have the little thingies on their feathers that make owls fly that silently)
Asio otus are so damn great!
They actually belong to the group of owls who‘s scientific name I learned by heart as kid, heh
My actual favourite is Tyto tenebricosa :D
(It used to be Tyto Alba but honestly, Tyto tenebricosa and Tyto multipunctata look like Tyto Alba in dark mode/goth and I love that)
~ @owlishanon
Oh wow, it's like meeting a celebrity in a way!
So confession time, I fell in love with the way Tyto alba looked when I was a kid because of seeing one in a movie that shall not be named. It's just so pretty!
I looked up Tyto tenebricosa and you are 100% right, that is such a dark mode version of the alba.
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Owls in South Carolina: A Fascinating Look at 9 Unique Species
Owls are mysterious creatures that silently roam the night skies of South Carolina, captivating the imagination of those who catch a glimpse of their enigmatic beauty. South Carolina is home to a diverse range of owl species, each with its own distinctive characteristics and habits.
Let's read about nine of these remarkable owls, shedding light on their diets, scientific names, and unique features. So, let's embark on a journey into the world of owls in South Carolina.
Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus)
The Great Horned Owl, also known by its scientific name Bubo virginianus, is a majestic and imposing bird of prey that can be found throughout South Carolina. With its striking tufts of feathers resembling horns and large, round, golden eyes, it's easy to see how this owl earned its name.
Great Horned Owls are formidable hunters, feasting on a varied diet that includes mammals like rabbits, squirrels, and even other birds. These powerful raptors are not picky eaters and are known to adapt to changing conditions, making them a common sight in both rural and urban areas.
Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio)
The Eastern Screech Owl, scientifically known as Megascops asio, is a petite and charming owl species found throughout South Carolina. These owls are masters of camouflage, with plumage that can range from gray to reddish-brown, allowing them to blend seamlessly with their surroundings.
Despite their small stature, Eastern Screech Owls are formidable hunters, preying on insects, small mammals, and even small birds. They are known for their distinctive trilling calls that echo through the night, creating an eerie yet enchanting ambiance in the woodlands of South Carolina.
Barn Owl (Tyto alba)
The Barn Owl, scientifically classified as Tyto alba, is a silent nocturnal predator that inhabits the countryside and open fields of South Carolina. Easily recognizable by its heart-shaped facial disc and ghostly white plumage, the Barn Owl is a sight to behold.
These owls have an appetite for rodents, making them valuable allies to farmers as they help control crop-damaging pests. Unlike most owls, Barn Owls possess exceptional hearing, allowing them to locate prey with remarkable accuracy even in complete darkness. Their hunting prowess and unique appearance make them a captivating addition to South Carolina's owl population.
Barred Owl (Strix varia)
The Barred Owl, scientifically referred to as Strix varia, is a distinctive owl species that inhabits the lush woodlands and wetlands of South Carolina. With its mottled brown and white plumage and soulful, dark eyes, the Barred Owl has a unique charm.
These owls have a broad diet that includes small mammals, birds, and amphibians, making them versatile hunters. One striking feature of the Barred Owl is its eerie call, often described as sounding like, "Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?" This vocalization adds an air of mystery to the nocturnal forests where they reside.
Long-Eared Owl (Asio otus)
The Long-Eared Owl, scientifically known as Asio otus, is a slender and cryptic owl species that occasionally visits South Carolina during the winter months. Sporting distinctive tufts of feathers atop its head, these owls are masters of camouflage, blending seamlessly with their tree-dwelling habitats.
While in South Carolina, they primarily feed on small mammals, particularly voles and mice. The Long-Eared Owl's preference for dense coniferous forests makes them a rare but captivating find for bird enthusiasts exploring the state.
Short-Eared Owl (Asio flammeus)
The Short-Eared Owl, scientifically classified as Asio flammeus, is a fascinating owl species that occasionally graces the skies of South Carolina during the winter months. With their distinctive facial disk and striking yellow eyes, these owls are a sight to behold. Short-Eared Owls are diurnal hunters, making them unique among owl species.
They primarily prey on small mammals such as meadow voles and shrews, and they can often be observed hunting over open grasslands and marshes in the state. Their habit of flying low over fields during daylight hours makes them an exciting find for birdwatchers in South Carolina.
Burrowing Owl (Athene cunicularia)
The Burrowing Owl, scientifically known as Athene cunicularia, is a small and charming owl species that can be found in South Carolina's open grasslands and prairies. Unlike many owls, Burrowing Owls are active during the day, making them easier to spot.
They are named for their preference to nest in burrows underground, often using abandoned burrows dug by small mammals like prairie dogs. These owls primarily feed on insects, small mammals, and occasionally small reptiles. Their distinctive, long legs and bright yellow eyes give them an endearing appearance that has made them a favorite among bird enthusiasts.
Northern Saw-Whet Owl (Aegolius acadicus)
The Northern Saw-Whet Owl, scientifically classified as Aegolius acadicus, is a petite and elusive owl species that occasionally visits South Carolina during the winter months. These owls are known for their secretive nature and are often found roosting quietly in dense coniferous forests.
Their diet consists mainly of small rodents and birds. Despite their diminutive size, Northern Saw-Whet Owls are fierce hunters, using their sharp talons to capture prey with precision. Their haunting, high-pitched calls can sometimes be heard during the night, adding an air of mystery to their presence in the state.
Snowy Owl (Bubo scandiacus)
The Snowy Owl, scientifically referred to as Bubo scandiacus, is a majestic and iconic owl species that occasionally makes its way to South Carolina during the winter months. These owls are known for their pure white plumage, which provides perfect camouflage in their arctic tundra breeding grounds. Snowy Owls primarily feed on lemmings, small mammals, and waterfowl.
Their winter visits to South Carolina are a rare treat for birdwatchers, as these Arctic nomads undertake long migratory journeys southward in search of food during periods of food scarcity in their native habitats.
What is the Biggest Owl in South Carolina?
The largest owl species that can be found in South Carolina is the Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus). Great Horned Owls are formidable birds of prey with a wingspan that can reach up to 5 feet (150 centimeters) and a height of about 18-25 inches (45-64 centimeters).
They are known for their impressive size and striking appearance, with distinctive tufts of feathers resembling "horns" on their heads. These powerful owls are at the top of the avian food chain in South Carolina and are often considered the largest and most dominant owl species in the region.
Are Owls Good to have Around your House?
Having owls around your house can be beneficial in many ways, depending on your perspective and location. Here are some reasons why owls can be considered good to have around:
Natural Pest Control
Owls are expert hunters and primarily feed on small mammals such as rodents (mice, voles, rats). Having owls nearby can help keep these potential pests in check, reducing the need for chemical pest control methods.
Silent Predators
Owls are quiet hunters, and their presence doesn't disturb the peace and tranquility of your surroundings as much as some other forms of pest control might. Their nocturnal hunting habits also mean that they often work when you're asleep.
Ecological Balance
Owls play a vital role in maintaining the ecological balance by controlling populations of prey species. This can help prevent overpopulation and its associated issues.
Unique Wildlife Observation
Owls are fascinating and elusive creatures. Having them around provides an opportunity for wildlife enthusiasts and birdwatchers to observe and appreciate these beautiful birds up close.
However, it's important to consider a few factors if you have owls around your house:
Noise: Owls can be noisy during the breeding season when they hoot to establish territory and attract mates. While many people find this soothing and enjoyable, it can be bothersome to others, especially if you have a sensitive sleep schedule.
Predation: Owls are predators, and if you have small pets like small dogs or cats, they could potentially be at risk if they roam freely at night. It's essential to take precautions to protect your pets if owls are in the area.
Nesting Sites: Owls might choose to nest in your vicinity, which can be both a positive and a negative. While it offers the chance to observe owlets, nesting owls may become territorial and protective, which can sometimes lead to conflicts with humans.
Conclusion
Exploring the fascinating world of owls in South Carolina reveals a rich tapestry of biodiversity and ecological significance. These majestic birds of prey, with their distinctive calls and nocturnal habits, play a crucial role in the state's ecosystems. As we've journeyed through the different species found in South Carolina, from the enigmatic Great Horned Owl to the diminutive Eastern Screech Owl, it's clear that these creatures are not just integral to the natural balance but also a source of wonder and intrigue. Protecting their habitats and understanding their behaviors and needs is vital for conservation efforts. As stewards of the environment, it's our responsibility to ensure that the haunting hoots of these remarkable birds continue to echo through the night skies of South Carolina for generations to come.
FAQs
What is the most common owl in South Carolina?
The most common owl in South Carolina is the Eastern Screech Owl (Megascops asio).
What are the most common owls in the world?
The most common owl species worldwide include the Barn Owl (Tyto alba) and the Tawny Owl (Strix aluco).
Why do owls hoot at night?
Owls hoot at night primarily for communication, marking territory, and attracting mates. It's a way for them to communicate with other owls.
What is the largest owl?
The largest owl in the world is the Blakiston's Fish Owl (Bubo blakistoni), which can have a wingspan of over 6 feet (2 meters) and is found in parts of Asia.
What is the most powerful owl?
The Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) is often considered the most powerful owl due to its size, strength, and ability to prey on a wide range of animals, including larger birds and mammals.
Are owls intelligent?
Yes, owls are considered intelligent birds. They possess excellent hunting skills, problem-solving abilities, and have adapted to a wide range of habitats, demonstrating their intelligence in various ways.
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Been meaning to draw Otus, the wonderful fluffy birb boy, since forever haha.
I love him so much Q-Q)
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Something I drew at college before I finished for the first year
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Hi! I love your blog, and I was re-reading some OwlBoy headcannons lists you posted a while back and was wondering about something. I’ve seen you and a few others mention preening for OwlBoy- which is a very cute idea -but I’m wondering how the owls in the game would preen if their wings are cloaks? Preening for birds is the rearranging of and plucking of dead feathers so they can fly better, so I’m curious what preening in the game would look like! :0
Hi, I’m so glad you enjoy this blog! Thank you! I like to think that the word was used in the traditional sense only referring to the owl cloaks and possible wings(?) centuries ago (most likely when the ancients were still around) and the meaning has transformed into a general term for keeping owl feathers clean and healthy. For example, Asio might scold Otus for not “preening himself” then proceeds to do it for him out of impatience…
Otus is a little embarrassed of himself.
Now when it comes to owl cloaks, I think it applies as well! However, it depends on the owl cloak. It would work to describe a cloak like Otus’, but maybe not Solus’. Solus’ cloak is clearly made of many different fabrics, so his probably doesn’t need to be preened, but washed and ironed. (If…irons have even been invented…) Who knows. Owl cloaks are so mysterious. ✨
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Mistletoe
A/N: I kinda just went with it so I hope you still like it even if its not exactly what you envisioned(*ノ_<*)
Amajiki Tamaki:
Tamaki doesn’t actively avoid mistletoes. He’s not trying to get under one but he isn’t avoiding them at all costs. He’s been under a few with others but he was either given a quick hug or a peck on his cheek by his closer friends. He would prefer to just not be under one in order to avoid awkward moments.
He stands alongside you. You’re both at a party hosted by a mutual friend and mistletoes are strewn above the ceiling. You mention grabbing a drink and he follows you, preferring to stay by your side rather than be alone but as you two make your way to the drink section someone yells out the word mistletoe and by instinct he looks up and you two are indeed under one.
He likes you- of course, he does. You make him feel at ease and he always feels good when he’s around you. Even when you hype him up, it’s probably one of the few times where he doesn’t feel like he’s being taunted. He doesn’t want the first kiss to be in front of others. That is- if you do like him or even want to kiss him. He won’t force it and now his thoughts are rambling and he’s growing hotter by the second.He feels you tap against him, your hand gently patting his arm and when you point up you have this grin and he wants to turn around and press himself against a wall and hide. You exclaim that you don’t have to kiss- a simple hug would be enough but he stammers under his breath that kissing you wouldn’t be awful and he’s regretting a lot of his life choices.
He freezes, shoulders raising close to his earlobes as he waits for your reply, tilting his head and rubbing a hand across his neck as his lips pull into a thin line. It’s a short interaction- one that lasts for less than a minute but with people watching, a few hollering words of encouragement, it’s like time is moving uncomfortably slow. He wants this to get over with- even a hug would be fun and he can feel a choking sensation at the thought of getting rejected but then you lean into him and peck at his lips- it’s feather light, like even you were unsure of your choice- a few people cheer and he stays in silence watching as you breathe a nervous laughter, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him away.
Tamaki is incredibly jittery the moments afterwards. Your touch is electrifying, sending the hair on his arms on end and he covers the lower half of his face with his free hand, the smile on his lips peeking between the gaps of his fingers, and when your hold on him tightens, he micis it, giving your hand a squeeze. The rest of the night is spent next to you, trying not to act too eager at every opportunity to move places.
Monoma Neito:
As loud as Neito is, he’s also handsome. He’s been under mistletoes. He doesn’t seek them out, they just happen to be there when he walks under someone. It’s usually a quick peck. Lowering his head and brushing any stray hairs away from the person’s face as his lips press against their temples. Oftentimes, if the person isn’t comfortable with that it’s a hug or a high-five.
You two just happen to be walking around a building. You’re nudging him with your elbow and hurrying along before he can do the same to you and it’s a light atmosphere between the two of you. He jokes and ruffles your hair, avoiding the quick swat of your hand and neither of you are paying attention until you happen to stop in your step. He stops next to you and follows your finger when you point upwards. A mistletoe.
There’s no one around. It’s just you and him and he certainly won’t snitch if you want to avoid the kiss- heck, he’ll even offer a hug. But he’ll be lying if he says he doesn’t want to kiss you. He hopes you’ll choose the option to kiss- even if it’s just a quick peck. He swallows nervously and lets out a shuddering breath.
He likes you. He’s been vocal about it without having to say the words and while he knows that you know, he doesn’t want to force anything. He clears his throat and shakes his head. He tells you that he’ll keep his lips sealed- complete with the zippering motion and tossing it over his shoulder. He snorts when you “unzip” his lips, there’s a dark blush coating his cheeks and then your lips are against his and he makes a chuckle worthy squeak and he can feel your smile against the kiss.
Neito is going to hold the kiss over your head. He’s ecstatic to learn that you also like him. An arm is thrown over your shoulder as he continues the conversation that was interrupted by his voice is tight, the red hue never leaving his face and when you nudge his side, he squeaks. He’s not over the kiss, living on the high that it gave him. He’ll laugh nervously, scratch at his head and ask you out on a proper date.
Shinso Hitoshi:
Hitoshi doesn’t care for mistletoes all that much. He’s been under them but given what his quirk was and how people in his youth would twist it, he had never done the ‘tradition”. He doesn’t mind- he found it rather odd anyways so when he attends a party where there are mistletoes all around, he’s not triggered by it but he is apprehensive. The last thing he wants is to relive those old memories.
The party is filled with people. He stood alone- often accompanied by a passing friend who waved bye once a song started to play. And then you come up. You bring him a plate of snacks and stand next to him. Once the party gets too loud to actually hear what words are being said, you two wander off. You’re both in a somewhat secluded area where you can still hear the music vibrate across the floor and then he catches a glint of something and peers up. You call his name as you follow his gaze.
You stand under a mistletoe and he’s surprised that there’s one this far away from where the actual party is but he supposes it would make sense to plaster them wherever people could reach. He has control over his quirk but he’s still nervous to talk. Of course he wants to kiss you but he doesn’t know if you want to kiss him. He doesn’t want to force anything on you and when you call his name he sighs and says that you both don’t have to- he won’t hold it against you. He misses the way you frown and pinches your cheek eliciting a yelp from you where you tap against his chest. And when he pulls away, you grab his face in your hands and kiss him.
The kiss is soft, it’s pressed against his lips and lasts for a second too long and when you pull away, his lips are still puckered, eyes half lidded with deep hue creeping up his neck and then you grin at him, it’s wide and kittenish and he’s shaking his head in embarrassment. You don’t stop looking at him and it’s making him increasingly nervous and then you wrap your arm around his and make him sit with you in a secluded area for the remainder of the party.
The kiss stays on his mind forever. Or at least until the next day. Hitoshi thinks about it all night. It wasn’t his first kiss but it means something more now that you did it- that you took initiative and kissed him. It keeps him on edge and he’ll be a bit flustered around you, rubbing at the back of his neck and tripping over his words.
Shishikura Seiji:
Seiji has been pulled under mistletoes before but he has no real emotion towards it- it wasn’t unpleasant, it was just an experience. It’s an odd tradition that he gives only a side glance to and leaves it as that. He sees no real meaning for it other than for people to land under one in hopes that their crush or significant other would land under one as well. And then he finds himself under one with you.
The cafe you two are visiting is themed for the holidays. Above each table hangs mistletoe and he gives it a simple raise of his brows and sits down, commenting on the plant that hangs overhead. When you ask if he would like to kiss, he shoots you a pointed look that holds no real negative emotion and stammers otu how it’s a public place. You laugh and wave a hand at him- you tell him you both can sit and leave once the drinks are done. Begrudgingly, he agrees.
He wants to kiss you but the thought of asking or doing it because of a holiday plant makes him click his tongue. There’s a part of him that regrets not taking up the offer on kissing you. It’s small but it screams louder as you both exit the cafe- the opportunity now lost. As you two walk, he mentions nothing of the cafe and the mistletoe nor does he protest when you take his hand and begin leading him somewhere. You pull him aside in an empty corner and he’s confused, an arm behind his back simply out of habit and as he’s about to open his mouth, you explain with a simple kiss.
He grows increasingly flustered the longer the kiss lasts- even if it just lasts for a few seconds. At his expression, you start to apologize, mentioning how you must have read the signals wrong until he starts to ramble, and it’s a mess until you’re left laughing in his chest and he’s clearing his throat as he wraps his arms around you. You ask for another and he gives a quick glance watching for any onlookers until his face is cupped in your hands and you press your lips against him. He reacts immediately, a small choking noise in the back of his throat as his hands come to your waist.
He thinks about the kiss constantly. It was sweet and you initiated it and it leaves Seiji breathless. He’ll find himself staring at your lips more often and having to physically make himself meet your eyes. He’ll bring you a cup of coffee and hand it to you in your hands and with arms behind his back and eyes that meet yours, he asks you out.
Yoarashi Inasa:
Inasa oddly isn’t a fan of mistletoes. He thinks it’s cute- a nice way to get affection from someone you love and he’s certainly gotten affection from one but he’s all right with them. He doesn’t seek them out and he doesn’t avoid them. He’ll most likely laugh it off with a wave of his hand and either hug or peck at the person.
You two are out and about. Walking aimlessly as you hold onto his arm- for safety measures of course, there’s a large crowd in the streets- and you enter upon a holiday themed area. It’s cute and you two have time to spare. He makes sure to keep you close to him and profusely apologizes when you bump into his chest. There’s a small woodsy-type area and before he knows it, you two are under a mistletoe. He takes a sharp intake of ait and looks down at you, mouth pulled into a thin line and he’s uncomfortable.
He wants to kiss you but he doesn’t want it to be like this. He doesn’t want it to be because of some little plant. He clears his throat and being under the mistletoe makes him feel like he’s under a spotlight so he’ll grab your hand and try to explain his feelings without hurting your own. He really does like you and his voice is starting to rise, a panicked look on his face and then you peck his nose.
He stops. He’ll freeze and a dark hue will tint his cheeks and he’s clearing his throat and there’s a smile that stretches across his face and he nods silently. Holding his hand out to you and he’ll kiss at your knuckles and swing your arms as you walk to a more secluded area. He’ll bend down, ask for your permission and once granted, he’ll peck at your lips, soft, feeling nothing more than a simple brush of his lips against yours and when he pulls away, he pulls you into a hug.
Inasa will most likely take you back to the spot afterwards and properly peck at your lips. Something short and sweet and he’s left jittery, exclaiming loudly about how happy he is that he got to kiss you and buying you something warm to drink. After the good experience, he’s going to point out any mistletoes that he happens to see and ask for another kiss.
#tamaki amajiki x reader#monoma neito x reader#hitoshi shinso x reader#seiji shishikura x reader#inasa yoarashi x reader#tamaki amajiki headcanons#neito monoma headcanons#shinso hitoshi headcanons#seiji shishikura headcanons#inasa yoarashi headcanons#for the life of me i cannot write shinso#like#ah#i have a few more with him#so hopefully i get it together#but ahh#sorry if you didnt liek ti#i hope you did
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When the World Falls Asleep Where Do We Go
Chapter 4: Eternal Memories
Chapter 3
Chapter 5
This is chapter 4 of a fanfic series on my take on a sequel/epilogue of the game Owlboy, and thus, will contain spoilers. Proceed under the cut with caution.
Otus woke up with a pounding headache. He got up only to be knocked back down again by the force of Tropos hitting the water. He wanted to be with Geddy or Alphonse or Twig, heck he’d even take Asio, he just wanted someone to comfort him. Someone to make him feel safe and secure after what happened in the study.
Otus looked up to the sky and noticed the sun was almost gone past the horizon and tried to get some sleep. He quickly found the campsite he and his friends used many times before in Tropos and layed down with his sleeping bag that he left there. As he tried to sleep he saw his friends’ bags that were there too. They all left them here at the miniature campground because it would’ve been a better use of resources if they stayed. Otus stared at the bags and thought of Geddy, Alphonse, Twig, and Solus. Were they safe? Were they even alive? Otus felt the tears fall down his face and curled up in a ball in his sleeping bag. Knowing he was safe in this life gave him hope, but the voices in his brain that said his friends didn’t make it eventually gained a chokehold on his heart and he started sobbing. Otus ended up crying himself to sleep that night, worrying half to death about his friends’ safety.
Otus woke up tired. Definitely not a good start to the day, Otus thought, Asio would’ve scolded me for this. Either way, he rubbed his eyes, which were still kind of puffy from the previous night, and rolled up his sleeping bag and put it with his friends’ bags. Otus started exploring Tropos. He knew the layout while it was still floating islands, but he didn’t know how they landed, and there were infinite possibilities on how they could’ve landed. He looked beneath his cloak and found the lone golden disk. Otus had found two other disks like it and put them in holed ruins in Strato. He found them while looking for the Floating Content, and he was curious while looking for a third ruin for the disk he found in the tower while following Solus.
Otus eventually found the third ruin in Tropos and placed the disk in the hole. He heard the faint sound of stone scraping against stone. immediately after. He went to go looking for the source of the noise.
He eventually found the source. It was a stone wall or pillar of sorts. It had a checkered pattern etched into it and an ancient owl insignia carved into the top of it. Otus always wondered what it was hiding. He had found it originally while looking for the Owl Temple. Gosh, Otus thought, the Owl Temple felt like years ago, I’d haven’t even met Alphonse when I went in. That was before I knew the true danger of the pirates and Molstrom. Either way, Otus started into the place the stone pillar was hiding. There was a passageway leading to a drop. It didn’t take Otus too off guard since he was so used to them on his adventures. He flew the rest of the way down and continued until there was a fork. Otus started on the lower path until he came across a door and had to turn around. Then he went on the upper split and flew into an open area. Otus walked down some stairs and up some more, then he found some Ancient Owl relic of sorts.
Otus walked forwards to the object embedded in the ground and gently touched it. The relic sputtered with light and a figure appeared out of the base. Otus jumped back as the figure was silently figuring something out. The figure had brown feathers, a green tunic, and a cloak similar to Solus’. They figured it out and started talking.
“Welcome, friend,” they started, “I am Surnia of the House of Preservation and Diplomacy. What you see before you is my life work. The Eternal Sanctuary-a place to record the thoughts of our leaders and artisans. The brightest of owls to ever have lived, they say!” Surnia let out a small chuckle and continued. “I hope that the knowledge enshrined here may aid you. And that you will share the wisdom of the owls with all who care to listen.” With that, the hologram flickered off.
Otus cocked his head like a dog and activated the hologram again. Surnia repeated what he said and Otus still didn’t get it. He shook his head and continued forward, being careful of the hologram.
There were more stairs and continued forward into an enclosed area. There was another hologram base and Otus activated it. The owl that appeared was tall. They had white feathers, a scar over one of his eyes and they held a sword.
“Times are changing, it would seem. Aegolius and Noctae... They sure are an incredible pair, ” the hologram sighed, “The Temple Guardians they made, terrifying as they are, have kept the temples completely safe. And now Aegolius tells me that Noctae has thought of a way to make thinking machines. Aegolius says he will put them into production soon.” The owl looked into the distance. “My role as a combat instructor may eventually no longer be needed. No wonder those two are never seen apart. Who else can truly relate to such brilliant minds?”
This hologram faded and Otus was left to think again. Alphonse would’ve been able to explain it. He was one of the ‘thinking machines’ the hologram mentioned.
Otus hopped down to the next platform and the next hologram. He looked for the hologram and saw it was broken and overgrown with plants. He had to touch it multiple times for it to activate.
The hologram started with a crackle. “... ... of the... ... House of Travel ... ... ... ... for these ... ... inventions. Is it not the duty ... ... to roam the skies...? Let us ... ... ... free and healthy, and .... ... cherished. ... ... descendants ... find their own purpose.”
Otus’ ears hurt afterward. The poor audio quality and the crackling messed with his ears. He hated his sensitive hearing sometimes.
He quickly moved on down to the ground and through an open door. Weird, Otus thought. I wonder who was here before me. He carefully looked down to the next hologram. He activated it and it looked like either Fib or Bonacci, he didn’t care to remember the difference.
“I think Noctae is onto the discovery of a lifetime. He's been locked up in his lab for ages, and speaks only in whispers about it. Noctae is almost too brilliant!'' the hologram said excitedly and giggled. “Even Aegolius can barely keep up with his thinking. The automatons they've created have been revolutionary! If Noctae believes his next discovery will be even greater ... I can't even imagine what it will be!”
They giddily laughed again as the hologram fizzled out. Otus was hesitant to trust the owl in the hologram because of how much they resembled his bullies.
Asio has touched on Ancient Owl history when necessary for his studies. But Otus has learned and more importantly retained, more information from Alphonse. Asio left him with more questions than answers; Alphonse on the other hand explained things in a way Otus understood.
There I go thinking about my friends again, Otus thought. Asio said they're fine, right? They better be fine. He did say the truth was the greatest gift.
Otus continued and flew down the next drop. Another broken hologram, this one by a tree. Its roots weave through and around cracks in the hologram. Again, Otus had to touch it multiple times for it to activate.
Like last time, there was more crackling. “... ... ... ... ... we have ... ... incredible ... Noctae! This ... ... Loop, for ... ... ... lead ... of Farming .... ... support him! ... ... his dept.”
Expecting the poor audio quality and the cracking didn't help spare Otus’ ears and he quickly moved on with ringing in his ears. He flew up to a short hallway, walked down it, and hopped down to the next hologram.
Otus waited until his ears stopped ringing to activate the hologram. He decided to just sit and listen to the ocean when he was done with the “Eternal Sanctuary” or whatever the first hologram called it. He needed some silence after all these holograms talking at him.
Once Otus did activate the hologram, he found a figure that looked like Asio. So much so, he mistook them for his mentor at first.
The owl in the hologram sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose as they started talking.
“...So this was Noctae’s great discovery. The Loop? I am disappointed that most of the owls take this seriously. No matter what he says, such a thing cannot be proven,” the owl started. They even sound like Asio, Otus thought. “Of course Aegolius has taken Noctae’s side, as he always does. Inseparable, those two. Even in failure. It goes over my head, he says. I suppose nothing can go over Aegolius’s head, what with how big it got after he made the automatons,” they sighed and started pacing. “Leeching off of Noctae’s brilliance has made him quite the reputation. If he didn't have Noctae beside him, he would be no-one at all. I will not be talked down to by a self-aggrandizing buffoon!”
This time the hologram let out a small grunt of aggravation before the hologram fizzled out.
Continuing through the sanctuary, Otus thought about Asio and Solus. He saw them in the dream astral world thing, so they might have been ok. The other villagers of Vellie were also there, but they seemed more like visions than Solus and Asio. He soon found some stairs going down, which lead to an area with spikes. Taking interest, he flew through the area and found a safe platform in front of the next hologram. Otus didn’t have to manually activate this one. It seemed to be activated by his weight on the platform.
This owl was tall with brown feathers with a white patch around his eyes. His stance almost reminded him of Solus if he wasn’t hunched over in anxiety and low self esteem.
The owl started with a sigh and tears in their eyes,“... This is Aegolius. ... Noctae... is gone. One of my automatons went amok. I had it destroyed, but now ... I've lost my only friend ... and the genius behind the Hex Machine,” a few tears slipped from Aegolius' eyes. He shook his head and continued talking. “It's far too complicated. Noctae’s schematics and his theorems on the Loop... ... My own machine is only a pale comparison. This is the best I have been able to come up with. …” Aegolius sighed again, “... I redid the calculations. The chances of catastrophic failure of the Hex Machine are enormous. If it fails, the planet will never look the same again. Countless lives lost ... and more lives ruined.” Aegolius paused with realization. It seemed only now he said those words out loud did he realize something, “... Fifty-fifty. Those are the odds of success and failure. Fifty-fifty! And yet, if I don't complete this task-Noctae’s life’s work...! ... ...Then my soul will die along with him. …'' Aegolius looked down, putting a hand to his heart and gripping his chest in heartache, letting more tears fall from his eyes. “ ... I have decided to lie to the other owls. I will not tell them of the danger. The Hex Machine WILL be built. The Loop WILL be broken,” Aegolius’s face suddenly switched expressions. He looked down and took a few steps forward, as if to make direct eye contact with someone of Solus' height. “You, my descendant ... You will be my backup plan. I will guide one with my crest to this place to listen to these words. Do not be alarmed. That is within my ability. Take the clues left behind here and follow them,” Aegolius’ expression changed again, this time to one of guilt. “I only ask... ... I only ask that you tell no-one. No-one must know that I, weakest among the owls, and the disgrace of our kind... ... risked the doom of our world. People must be able to trust each other, even in a world with monsters like me. Good luck,” Aegolius turned around, back to the platform, bowed his head, and ran his hands through his feathers, “And Noctae ... I'm sorry...”
Otus could hear the tears through Aegolius’s voice when he apologized to Noctae. In this world we created, everyone deserves a second chance, Otus thought. While flying past the spikes to leave the spiked corridor, Otus realized something. Solus was the descendant Aegolius was talking about! No wonder he didn’t tell us about the Anti-Hex, it would have ruined his plan!
Otus found a hole in one of the walls after leaving Aegolius’ hologram and found a puzzle he‘s seen before, spin the rings to get all the symbols to face the same direction. This one was different, spinning some of the rings moved others. Eventually Otus got the symbols facing the same direction and opened the door.
The door was hiding a maze. And eventually Otus found the hologram at the end of the maze. He activated it and saw a tall owl. The other owl almost seemed familiar to Otus, but he couldn’t place where he'd seen him.
“... I am Noctae. Surnia convinced me to leave a message behind. I don't think even Aegolius knows. But I'm unsure what to say,” the hologram started. “Mathematics and Philosophy are my callings, and the calling of my House. I never was one for talking, unless someone could pull the words out of me. Mathematics never lies. It makes predictions. If you master mathematics sufficiently, you will find that you can make extraordinary predictions,” Noctae continued with a sigh. Finally, a normal message, Otus thought, “The trajectory of a rock. The orbits of the stars. I learned those as a boy. Now, as my maths is better, the predictions I make are somewhat different. I predicted my own death to one of Aegolius's machines. Not once, but again and again in infinity. No matter how I adjusted the parameters, I saw my own death there as an eternal wave function, over and over. And applied correctly, I could see every death. Every life. Even a young owl named Otus, who dies in a great battle above a floating city,” Otus gasped and pinched his arm. Did he die? “And yet, Otus, my maths tells me that you will be at this hologram. A strange inconsistency. ... Perhaps our Hex Machine worked, after all.” Otus was still filled with dread, but more of an existential one now. He was dead, but also not dead, the owl who predicted everyone’s death couldn’t even tell. “Tomorrow is the day that I die, Otus. It is my hope that by doing so, my prediction will come true. ... So that I will see you here today. And perhaps in the next Loop, I will not have to die after all.” Noctae knelt down and put his hands on Otus’ face and caressed his cheeks with his thumbs, sensing Otus’ tears from the past and futilely tried to wipe them away. “Maybe then I could spare Aegolius some grief.”
Noctae sighed and the hologram faded.
‘Wait, Noctae! Come back! I’ll protect you! You don’t have to die!’ Otus wanted to scream through his tears; but since Otus was mute, and Noctae was hundreds of years in the past, there was no way to save him.
He left the secret area and found three open chests. Solus’ clues from Aegolius, Otus thought. Then the sanctuary looped to the beginning and Otus left the sanctuary. He rolled up into a ball, hid his head in his cloak, and started crying again. Otus was too busy crying and thinking about Noctae’s fate, Aegolius’ message, and Solus’ secret mission to notice the two older owls heading in his direction.
End of Chapter 4
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Ori and The of The Wisp is a really good game because it gives me another wind to draw Otus again.
I missed my child Otus, but humanoid characters are very hard to draw.
This might be my first time drawing Otus with his usual cloak wings instead of the feathered pair.
#dpad studio#otus#owlboy#ku#ori#ori and the blind forest#ori and the will of the wisp#artists on tumblr#wdragon work#line art#krita
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@thoseofonen said: (rescue) ((from Ingvar or Belurn, if this is ok for me to send?))
for your muse to rescue mine from danger
The wind blows in vengeful gusts, whipping the owl’s sodden cloak around his ankles as he dashes through the rain in a desperate scurry. Otus had been pulled down from the sky by the torrent: water filling his feathers and splatting him unceremoniously to the ground as if he were nothing but a tawny-brown shag carpet -- and a pack of beasts had been tailing him since the fall.
The water falls faster than the ground can soak it up, turning the grass and thicket into a mud mix that splatters and sploshes as he steps through it. When he crosses a particularly deep puddle, his foot catches and he topples forward into a roll.
One of the beasts opens its maw and snarls, the noise smothered by the curtain of rain. Otus is frightened. He’s not expecting a large figure to leap to his aid, standing between him and the creatures with enough imposing air to give them pause.
#��� a fine young owl.#rp.#thoseofonen#lmk if this needs any changes!!#i wasnt sure how to go about it and it got a bit fiddly asjdjsjd
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The white-fronted scops owl (Otus sagittatus) is a small Asian owl in the family Strigidae. The White-fronted Scops Owl feeds on insects, mostly moths. It has a small and declining population about which little is known, and is dependent on lowland and foothill forests which are rapidly being destroyed.
The White-fronted Scops Owl is relatively large for a scops owl, and has a relatively long tail and rounded wings. Average length is 9.8 to 11 inches and weight ranges from 109-130g. It has a prominent white forehead which extends into the large ear-tufts.
The facial disc is pale rufous, with a broad ring of deep rufous-chestnut feathers around the eyes, and bordered by black-tipped feathers. The forehead and superciliary stripe extend to the ear-tufts, and are white with a pinkish tinge, obscurely vermiculated with fuscous. Eyes are deep brown to dark honey-brown with pink eyelids. The bill is bluish-white, and cere pale-bluish-green. The bristles around the base of the bill are whitish with black tips. A patch of close-set, pinkish-white, black-tipped feathers form a partial ruff extending from the chin to above the gape line.
Upperparts are rufous-chestnut, with the mantle and back having small, triangular, buffish-white spots with a black lower margin. The inner scapulars have similar but larger spots, and the outer scapulars are yellowish-white to rufous on the outer webs, with 3-4 moderately sized black spots on the shafts. The wings are rounded, with the ground colour similar to the back, with some darker and paler brown bars. The tail is chestnut-rufous with about ten transverse blackish bars that are more distinct on the outer feathers and towards the base.
Underparts are pale rufous, finely vermiculated with brown on the breast and throat, and each feather having a pale or whitish centre broken by a roundish black shaft-spot, the largest being on the centre of the belly.
Tarsi are feathered rufous. Toes are flesh-pink and claws bluish-white.
The white-fronted scops owl has two camouflage modes. The first is that it can puff up its feathers to triple its body size. The second is that it can stretch its body upwards and turn its head at an angle in the direction of a predator from which it is hiding, reducing its profile and hence visibility.
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