#Also yes that's what Moon 'intestines' look like

[reksink]

Miscellaneous Roughs of Iterators

#gore #robot gore #rain world #rain world looks to the moon #looks to the moon #rain world no significant harassment #no significant harassment #rain world five pebbles #five pebbles rain world #my art #fanart #Ironing down more designs for Rain World!! Always and forever hehe #Also yes that's what Moon 'intestines' look like #They're more sponge-based insulation meant to cool her puppet down #Ironicly they tend to overheat after the collaspe but having them outside get the job done like before #It doesn't hurt her having them out but it they give her a pinching sensation #As for the tongues my process was 'I should give her a tongue' 'What if she had 12 for the 12 full moons' and the rest is history hehe #Lastly for Five Pebbles that's his nervous system exposed though his semi-transparent stomach :} #It rest calmly in his 'liquid' muscles and blood

[lafaiette]

I finally managed to extract Pen's lines from the game's data (not all of them, I still need some from his romance scenes), and I wanted to share other translation differences I found. I will update this as soon as I find more interesting stuff!

English: "Darling, I never tire of you staring lovingly at my perfectly carved form. The longing in your eyes makes me determined to become the protector of your dreams." Chinese: "Babe, when you look at me, the look of deep admiration in your eyes really moves me. I look so majestic in your eyes! I will always use this strong body of mine to protect you!"

English: "Your love for me is like a relic weapon. Rare, powerful, sublime, blasts anyone within a close radius to smithereens…" Chinese: "Your love for me is so deep. It's so powerful and unique. It's like a deadly weapon, gripping my heart tightly and immobilizing it!"

English: "Darling, if anyone outside Sandrock ever does something to harm you... just say my name. I promise they will quake in fear. Even in Duvos, my name is feared." Chinese: "If someone wants to hurt you [it's more "bully/bother", but you get the sense] outside of Sandrock, you can just tell them my name. Even in Duvos, no one will dare lay a finger on you."

English: "I felt something move inside of me... my pecs? No... deeper. Maybe this is what it feels like to be Space Punched? Soon let us once more foray into encountering." Chinese: "I feel like something in my chest, deep, deep down, has been shaken... Hahaha! Don't worry, my Space Flying Fist [Space Punch] is not ruined! I had a great time today. Let's go on another date when we have time!"

English: "I will never refuse an opportunity for you to express your admiration for me. So, where are you taking me?" Chinese: "Aha! I will never refuse your admiration for me! Tell me, where do you want to go?"

English: "Skinny Arms, you impress me with your apt observations of me. You know my tastes impeccably. Originally, I had organised my regimen to the second, but when presented with such a devout offering, I will permit myself a, as they say, "cheat day." Chinese:"Little weakling [Skinny Arms], I didn't realize you knew my preferences so well. I've been recently building muscle and strictly controlling my diet. Okay! I'll let go of my diet today and not disappoint your good intentions [also "kindness"]."

English: "Skinny Arms! I'm impressed. I can't say I thought you had it in you, but yes, here you are, presenting your hero with a glorious gift to help with defending this town. But fear not, the one who could defeat the "Protector of Sandrock" has not yet been born." Chinese: "Little weakling, I'm touched. I thought you wanted to keep this for yourself. It doesn't matter, you dedicated it to the "Guardian of Sandrock Town", so let me use this to protect you. In this world, the person who can defeat me was not born yet!"

English: "You know, I was just thinking how it's so hard being so strong and handsome; it's like... I've been bestowed with so many gifts. Sometimes I wish other people could know what it's like." Chinese: "Is it my fault that I'm strong and handsome? So many people give me gifts every day. Ugh, I wish someone could understand my problems."

English: "Lately I've been training my guts! That's right, the spicy new noodle dish at the Blue Moon has proven to be more than a match for my otherwise iron intestines. But I'll win in the end, I always do! Oof… hold that thought. Bathroom." Chinese: "Recently, I've been having diarrhea with an unusual frequency, and it's all because of the Blue Moon's new Super Popular Noodles [Drool With Joy Noodles], which are so hot that even a man of my iron will can't resist them. The key is that the spicier it gets, the more you want to eat it, and I can't control my mouth at all!"

#mtas #mtas pen #my time at sandrock #my time at sandrock pen #it's all about the WORDING #THE NUANCE #“even in duvos my name is feared” #“even in duvos no one will dare lay a finger on you” #IT'S.... IT'S MORE ROMANTIC #IT'S SEXIER #IT'S SWEETER #when he says “i had a great time today” #after a successful date #it can also be read as “i've been very happy today” #and it just kills me #and in chinese he outright mentions diarrhea in sheer chinese humour #HE'S SO SILLY HJHGKHKGJ #and in chinese he seems more... i don't know #focused on the builder? #aaaaah i'm gonna rest now #i'll look for the lines i'm missing tomorrow

[hylias-library]

Twilight x f!Reader ft. The Chain

Chapter 1

Warnings: uh. A sword to the neck I guess? The use of the word woman like once. Sorry x.x

A few years had gone into the land and lots had happened since you fled the cruel grasp of the dark lord. Since your mother left this world behind.

So far Ganon hadn’t looked for you. Or at least that’s what you liked to tell yourself to stay sane. Maybe he even thought you were dead.

Which was most likely the best outcome for you if you were honest with yourself.

You hadn’t returned to the place your mother had died either. It wasn’t the time yet, there were lots of things to do before you were ready to go back.

You had traveled the land of Hyrule, you still did. Having it made your purpose to research, look through old ruins, caves, shrines, looking for something, anything to reach the goal you had set for yourself.

Get a hold of your mother’s possessions and give her the burial she deserved. But for that to happen, you needed to be prepared. You had to go back to the very place you fled once, to claim what was your mothers. You had to face Ganon one way or another and you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance if you didn’t gear up.

You currently were elbow deep inside the intestines of a long-decayed guardian. At least you thought it was one. It looked like the ones described in the old paper scrolls you read in the library of new castle town. The ones telling stories of a Calamity throwing the land in chaos, about a champion who had cleansed the land of this evil after a long slumber, so Hyrule could flourish again.

The story about a princess and a knight, separated by failure and time. Reunited by promise and hope.

It was a beautiful tale to tell, bringing a soft smile to your face. Yet it would always be nothing more than a tale.

You knew of a girl called Zelda somewhere in new Castle town. She was the daughter of a merchant who loved the old tales and legends, naming her after the long resting queen.

Yes, there were records of a queen called Zelda in the past but that was long ago and nowhere were any pages written about a champion. The only thing you knew about him was that a statue of him was somewhere located in the city on lake Akkala, Tarrey town.

Your hand gripped at what you were looking for. Probably. Twisting and turning the metal objects, you finally retracted your arm out of the guardian. You had pulled out an ancient shaft. Good. That meant more rupees for you once you got to the next merchant.

And maybe more information from Tibo if you showed him the thing first. He had a knack for old history and had given you more than a few pieces of information to find relics that could help you defend yourself from Ganon should you cross paths sooner or later.

It was already noon and you should probably return for the stable soon. But you couldn’t help but keep searching the ancient machines for more parts. The researcher in you had to keep going.

And you’d have a bountiful search, you knew that.

The place you were at was called Fort Hateno. Like the city that resided a few miles further back. It was a place of broken memories and forgotten battles, littered with almost fully decayed machines.

As the sun started to set and your pockets were filled, you finally dusted off your hands and wiped off the sweat on your forehead. A bountiful search indeed.

You watched the beautiful scenery that surrounded you and slowly strolled towards Bubinga Forest, pulling up the hood of your hylian armor, knowing you’d be out of sight for any monster camp nearby.

Being decent in the arts of fighting, you should be ok if you encountered monsters, yet you refrained from doing so except in emergency cases.

Hurting another being, regardless of its nature, didn’t sit well with you.

After a peaceful walk you reached the top of the hill within the forest. A large boulder was located there. A safe place, you could watch the sun set and the moon rise in peace.

You could also see the stable of the dueling peaks. The sun going down right in-between the two giant mountains. A sight you’ve seen more than once and never could get enough of.

It filled you with hope for a new tomorrow.

You didn’t know for how long you sat on the tip of the Boulder, but the moon had already risen and the stable was lit by torches and a campfire. A calm scenery.

That was until you unexpectedly heard a bunch of voices shout through the darkness. Male voices. What would anyone want in this forest at this time?

“Ouch!”

“You landed on top of me! Get off!”

“Why do these portals always come out of nowhere?”

“This place feels familiar.”

Portals? What was that supposed to mean? You tilted your head in confusion. What on earth was happening.

Gathering your pouches, you carefully jumped off the large rock you resided on and crept towards the commotion near you.

Maybe it was just a bunch of teenagers, having lost a bet, dared to spend the night outside. This wouldn't be the first time you stumbled across a situation like this.

You couldn’t hear anything anymore though. We’re they gone already? But where to?

What you didn’t expect was a blade held to your throat from behind.

A quiet gasp left your lips as you slowly held up your empty palms. Signaling that you weren’t a threat.

You couldn’t see who was holding the blade, they stood out of sight for you. But you didn’t dare to move a muscle, not fond of any form of confrontation or fight.

“Who are you?”

A male voice asked behind you, slowly moving around your body, the blade still kept pointed towards you.

“I could ask you the same. I am not a threat if that is what you want to know. I’m not the one holding a sword to someone's neck.”

So far you could only see a blue tunic. A traveler you supposed. A rather rude one in your humble opinion.

The blade moved, below your hood, shoving the fabric off your head. Exposing you to your captors.

“A woman?!”

There were multiple men who surrounded you. The one holding the sword closest to you. He wore a blue tunic with white decorations, had long hair pulled into a lose ponytail and what shocked you the most, he was littered with scars of varying sizes. The rest you couldn’t see in the darkness of the forest only lit by the moon and the starts above.

The one holding the blade looked a bit disturbed, disoriented even, as he watched the scenery around himself. He seemed more out of it than you were at this point.

The blade slowly irritated you though. Even though the air around you felt tense, you brought one of your wrists toward the strangers blade and shoved it away.

“If you don’t mind. I’m not exactly fond of swords in my face, thank you very much.”

Your snarky remark brought movement to the group. The tallest one stepping closer to you, a scar stretching over one of his eyes strange marks of red and blue coloring his face. Almost like some kind of war paint.

“We’re sorry. We’ve had a long day and lots of unfortunate events happened. We didn’t mean to make you feel threatened in any kind of way.”

You hummed unamused as you raised a single brow. “Well that surely didn’t work out now, did it?”

Some of them shrunk a little into themselves when you let your gaze travel through their rows. Stopping at two of them, who apparently were still children.

With a big sigh, you eyed the long-haired one again. He looked more guilty than you thought he would. So they really didn't mean to act so rashly.

Your soft heart couldn’t stay mad. They were probably exhausted if you could go after the tall one’s words. Everyone has a bad day every once in a while.

“There’s a stable just over there.” You pointed towards the dueling peaks. “It’s safe there and you can rest until sunrise. I was heading there before I…” you raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips. “… got interrupted.”

They seemed relieved that you appeared to not hold a grudge. But now they owed you some answers. And your curiosity only piqued the more you watched them out of the corners of your eyes.

“So… I’d like to know who you guys are. And where you came from. That’s the least you can do after this whole commotion.”

An uncomfortable silence followed.

“That’s a long story we’re not sure we should share just yet.” The voice trailed off…

“Ah… secrets and tales. What unfortunate things aren’t they.” You got it. Really. After all, you sat on a hill of secrets as well. Yet it didn't sound like they wanted you gone just yet. It seemed like they wanted to ask you questions they didn't know they'd get a response to.

Another sigh left your lungs. “I won’t press for an answer if you can’t or don’t want to tell me.”

They really were an interesting bunch. As mysterious as the old land of Hyrule itself. And you had a gut feeling that they’d be a key part to help you reach the goal you needed to achieve. And you wanted to keep them around to find out if you were right. If they could help you find what you sought so desperately.

You were mere meters away from the stables. This would be your parting point, if you didn’t do something to prevent it. But this was a choice these travelers needed to make. Unfortunately.

“You can rent a bed at the counter inside,” You explained and hesitated for a bit, tilting your head at the group in well meaning kindness. “and should you need a guide to show you around the lands. I’ll continue my journey at sunrise.”

That was all the conversation held before you headed inside the stable, leaving the men behind, staring at each other, unsure and hesitant. Especially after the rest of them noticed the panicked and confused gaze of their companion clad in blue.

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#linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu twilight #linked universe twilight #twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #linked universe x reader

[iheartmoons]

asks for you bc i’m bored

fav food?

fav drink?

fav show?

fav subject? (i feel like i already know this one but i might be wrong so)

fav snack?

comfort food?

weirdest food you've ever eaten?

most out of character thing you've ever done?

wallpaper?

if you could have an unlimited supply of one thing for the rest of your life, what would you choose?

any phobias?

is there anything you’d wait in line for a week to do, see, or get?

if you could name your brain, what would you name it?

where do you want to travel the most?

you don’t have to answer all of them or any at all if you don’t want to!! they’re very random lmao

you can answer privately too if you’d like <3

OMG HI i should be sleeping but this is more fun:

(strap in bc it turns out that i cant choose anything for the life of me, and i enjoy oversharing)

fav food: i cant….choose. being a basic bitch id say like chicken curry and rice bc idk 🧍‍♂️it’s good. but uhhh i love chinese food generally, like oh man. duck pancakes w the cucumbers and sauces and uh, the noodles and the pork and chicken and dumplings and bao buns (i am aware this sounds terrible to others, but i am drooling)

fav drink: ooh oreo milkshake, or if we’re talking standard drink from the shop, specifically fanta fruit twist (it’s also the colour i would dye my hair btw). my go-to is always generally water tho 🤭

fav show: i cant choose…. maybe like friday night dinner, she-ra, and strong girl bong soon

fav subject: english <3

fav snack: OH um. i love choc chip muffins or choc chip cookies tbh, also brownies!!!!

comfort food: any type of chicken curry and rice

weirdest food i’ve eaten: i really haven’t eaten anything weird. i don’t eat any red meat very often apart from pork, sooo idk. (i’m thinking meat wise here btw) i guess i’d say pig intestines - look it sounds bad, but if you think abt it, lots of people are eating all the other parts of the pig w/o thinking about it. my bro once ate crocodile at a farm once tho which was pretty wild (apparently it tastes like chicken)

most out of character thing ive ever done: see i cant really answer this because i’m just so different in diff situations or w diff people, but i honest to god think that it’s saying i love you to all my online friends. like. id never ever do that in real life. i find it extremely hard to show my emotions, it’s so awkward and uncomfy.

wallpaper: for a moment there i couldn’t decide whether u were asking abt my literal wallpaper or my phone wallpaper…. i’m still unsure… but my lock screen is reg and sirius, and my home screen is the marauders. and if ur asking abt my bedroom, i got lilac walls 🙈

if i had an unlimited supply of smth, what wld i choose: ohhhhhh oh. fuck idk. ummm money??? lmao 😭😭😭 maybe time with my cousin (she’s my fav person and she doesn’t live in the same city + she’s going to uni after next year so my chances of seeing her are slimming)

phobias: the ocean/any big body of water, death (big big emphasis on this one) and ummm like dolls and clowns- actually i’m scared of so many things, the list could go on and on

smth i’d wait in line to see/do/get: i’d wait in line for a hug from mitski tbh

if i could name my brain, what wld i name it: WHAT SORT OF QUESRIONS ARE THESE 😭😭 good lord. id name it the fucking universe. i had this thing when i was younger where i started this universe and kept building characters upon characters until there were hundreds and i knew each of their intricate storylines and id act them out and it was actually bad bc i couldn’t focus on anything else for literal years (there you go, big moons secret - not rlly a secret, i’ve said it before) so yes. there is an entire universe up in my brain probably.

where do you want to travel the most: i wanna go to the south of france + tokyo + venice, but i heard it’s not all that. my fav places that i’ve been to are vietnam and america which r two very different places and i adored them - vietnam more for the food and culture and surroundings, american more bc of family + tourist attractions + theme parks. so. maybe one of those wins.

#aris tag 💜 #i overshared by a mile #but at least u know me better now 🤗🤗🤗 #moonbars #might be mistakes in this but shhhh

[hostess-of-horror]

Damn... What about a little dirty bakerbon?

Like two assholes finding each other?👉🏻👈🏻

Just so to let you know, Anon, I don't write explicit NSFW smut. So... "dirty" may be not so "dirty".

For anyone else who wants to send me an ask, my writing will sometimes have suggestive things in it, but overall, they will not show sexual content. The closest I'll ever go is a make out session. I apologize, and I don't judge, but I want to keep it relatively clean.

But! I do like the BonBaker ship, and I have a fanfic currently in my drafts, so I'm taking your request! If you don't mind, I'm adding Vampire!Chef Saltbaker into this one.

Note: I am truly sorry that it took so long to finish up this ask! I had to get a new laptop to properly finish writing my stuff. Also, I'm pretty sure this is not what you wanted, but it's better than nothing I suppose...

Baroness and the Beast

Content Includes: Graphic Violence, Child Death, and Gore

When they first met, it was in Sugarland.

The autumn moon hung above in the night sky, illuminating the swirling, candied paths where three naughty children ran, fearing for their lives.

It was another hunt for the Baroness; they had broken the two most important rules of Sugarland: Never tell anyone about Sugarland and never, ever, ever take a bite from her candy castle.

With her castle, alive and sentient, rampaging its way towards the children, Baroness von Bon Bon had her eyes set on yet more sweet treats to devour.

The three children looked all so tasty, now that they were transformed into delicate little desserts.

The first child, being round and plump, morphed into a jelly-filled pastry, sprinkled and caramelized with sugar.

The second child became living licorice, braided into one giant stick, with her limbs all wobbly and too unstable to function.

The third child was perhaps the most delicious of them all: a beautifully crafted sundae dish, complete with chocolate syrup, neopolitan ice cream, sliced bananas, whipped cream, and a tiny cherry on top.

All these lovely sweet treats and they were all hers for the taking.

That is... until another visitor appeared during that night.

The mysterious visitor had taken the pastry one in one swift motion, almost going unnoticed by Bon Bon.

Bon Bon stopped the chase to find her missing victim, letting her castle to continue the chase.

She ran as fast as she could to catch up to him and the stranger, thus leading her all the way to a small forest of lollipops and candy canes.

There, with his hands, face, and teeth stained with gooey raspberry filling, was the mysterious stranger, hunched over the desecrated corpse of the first child.

The chest and abdomen were ripped apart, similar to that of a dissected dead frog, and the organs – liver, intestines, stomach, lungs – were carved out and splattered across the ground.

This grotesque sight did not cause the Baroness to flee in fear; shocked, yes, but not afraid.

The visitor rose to his feet, revealing himself to be a large, tall man made out of glass with salt filled inside his body.

His clothing was that of a chef's uniform, now stained from his feast, and his eyes were bright with a venomous yellow.

Bon Bon had never seen anyone quite like him before; in fact, she had never anyone who was a cannibal... just like her.

But the chef was not just a cannibal.

With voracious excitement, he lunged at the Baroness, his sharp fangs and claws bared, tackling her to the ground.

Hovering over her, the chef stared her down with his yellow eyes, breathing heavily.

Bon Bon could smell the sickly sweet aroma of his breath invading her senses.

Within moments, his breathing slowed, his senses coming to him as he realizes who he had pinned down.

“Baroness...?”

The chef, realizing the situation he was in, immediately jumped away from her.

The baroness did nothing but stare at him; all she could muster was to stare at him.

No words could describe how surprising – how relieving – it was to find this stranger in Sugarland.

Ever since the ancient curse was placed upon her, life had been very lonely for her.

Sure, she has the occasional naughty child who comes by and eats her sweet treats, but none of them had “similar tastes” like her.

Finally after moments of staring, Bon Bon finally spoke to him, her cheeks flushed with color.

“Hello... My name is Baroness von Bon Bon.”

The chef looked at her with confusion, “Are you... not scared of me?”

“Of course not! Anytime a visitor comes to Sugarland, I get so giddy inside!”

“Uh huh...”

“Aaaand I see that you caught one of my soon-to-be sweet treats! But I suppose he's yours now! That's fine, there's two more I can devour! Soooooo... how was he? Wasn't he just scrumptious?”

“He... he was. Very much so. Wait, you eat them?”

“Oh yeah, all the time! Well, only after they've been turned into sweet treats, that is.”

“Huh... And you do realize that I'm a...”

“Hmm? Oh, oh! Lemme guess! Ummm... Ah! You're a vampire!”

“Yeah...”

The baroness gasped, her gleefulness getting to the best of her.

A real, living vampire! Here in Sugarland!

Surely, Bon Bon must be dreaming!

Clapping her hands together, Bon Bon lept to her feet and went to hug him; the chef, taken by surprise, hesitantly hugged her back.

“Oh! Sorry about that! I got a bit excited! You have no idea how much of a big, big fan I am of people like you!”

“Really? Usually people would either be terrified or dismiss the entire thing as fiction.”

“Yeah, but I'm not like other people! Not at all!”

“I can tell.”

“Say, what's your name, stranger?”

“Saltbaker, my lady. Chef Saltbaker – the greatest chef in all of Inkwell Isles!”

“Nice to meet you, Saltbaker!”

After the two had properly introduced each other, they spent the night hunting the rest of the children throughout Sugarland.

The licorice child was caught by the baroness, chopped into tiny, chew-able bits by her candy cane staff.

The sundae child was slaughtered by Chef Saltbaker, torn into a messy, creamy slop of sugary goodness, chocolate, and whipped cream.

Since their candied gore-infested feast that moonlit night, the Baroness had fallen for the Beast.

#bonbaker #baroness von bon bon x chef saltbaker #baroness von bon bon #chef saltbaker #vampire chef saltbaker #my writing #answered asks #cuphead dlc #cuphead the delicious last course #cuphead #the cuphead show

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Spooky Halloween Two-Shot Edition, part 1

“Well, if we don’t get the money the bank is going to foreclose on the orphanage and sell it to Old Man Keraptis! Who wants to turn it into a haunted amusement park!” "Rhett Surt, professional insurance instigator.” “I’m sure he’s just deeply misunderstood.” "I'm pretty sure he's a lich.” "We gotta do this tonight. In the event I'm right and he IS a lich, word has it he's gonna be out in the marshes, screaming at the moon with the Wizards of Whatley place. That gives us a window, assuming Mr. Johnson hasn't screwed us.” "Wait, Jotunsdotter. Are you related to a giant?” Janna shrugs. “Mom never really talked about dad much. Said he was slippery, silvertongued and tied up somewhere these days.” Shank nods: "Ah yes... those types often end up like that when they get into trouble they can't talk their way out of.” “This place is… unclean. I mean, it’s filthy, but it’s also unholy.” "Don't be silly, there are plenty of holes.” "Never split up in a spooky place that a religious person says is unholy!” "Ah, a wine cellar. Good vintage. Peanut of the Night.” From the pit, four large man sized mushrooms with long tendrils emerge. "I've read enough Tijagnoman Bibles to know where this is going!” Suddenly there is a gnome among you, in a long elven cloak clasped with the symbol of Poom, God of Suddenly Being There. Will: "Sorry I'm late: had to make sure the Truck wasn't following me.” You dodge the first tendril, but the other two grab your wrists. You slip out easily, but where the fungi touched you your skin bubbles and sloughs away. "Gah! I hate mushrooms so much.” "But they are tasty sautéed with wine.” The fungi are fun died. "Well done! That was unpleasant. What on the planes are they? and why are they here?” "Someone forgot to clean the basement for a decade or two?” "Time to head upstairs, no way I'm going to the Underdark: I've got enemies down there.” “And they have sexy spider ladies! I mean, regular spider ladies!” "I don’t see any journals, or strange discs. Or unmelted hands.” All these spirits are long since spoiled, or infected with fungi and mold. They might make serviceable vinegar, or give you a really bad trip before eating through your small intestine. The freezer opens with some effort. Its very dark and cold inside, several large sides of beef hang inside. The closest one is covered with what appears to be maggots. "That does not look like it is well-aged beef.” "We got a skitterer!” “This place has problems. We need a property flipper.” ”Rot grubs. Jeebus H Koala, this is no milk run.” “...This place is in dire need of an exterminator... or some arson.” "Yeah, let’s save the murderbasement for the return trip.” “Oh, hello, Mr. Squeekers!” "Probably stole some cheese from the larder.” “I think anything from this house's Larder more likely to eat the rat.” "Alright. This. Nobody said anything about running into this twisted nature and abominations. Did I miss a note that was passed around? Am I the only one out of the loop on this one?” "We're robbing a lich. What, you think this is Gravesoil parish with the chainsaw ponies?” “Those ponies are surprisingly polite.” "It'd take some omniphobic weirdo with too light a constitution for math to make that up.” "I found the door guys, let’s...Oh score that's a Pickman original.” "Is that a Owlplatypus?” "Okay, standard rules, grab anything that—the FUCK is that?” [insert Great Race of Yith picture] "Some kind of sea life, maybe?” “Fuck this shit with a dragon dildo. Let’s get the fuck out of this fucking fuck.” "It's like one of them mind-flayers banged a roper…" "Shank, you back in there?” “Yes. Now excuse me I need to stab a bitch in a glass case.” "Well, he's not smiling, so that's a maybe?” And as for you goblin. You should feel honored one of your kin was chosen to host one of the Great Race of Yith. “Wow. You are super racist. We don’t go for that kind of thing around here! Anymore!” I am not racist. All races are equally inferior to the Great Race. “Yes. That’s being racist!” "Yeah, but we weren't the ones with so much cotton stuffed up the ass that I expect you to cough up sheep.” "And Jeebus did say FORK YOU!” We have enemies. The flying Polyps. “If you’re over 40 you’re supposed to test for those every few years.” It sounds like a cat having angry sex with an accordion. OOC: So voiced by Gilbert Godfrey. Gotcha. Stop. Stabbing me. You. Stupid. Subcreature. “We aren’t subs! Well, I’m usually not, and I just me they rest so… you shouldn’t make assumptions!” Will looks down (well, sideways) at the dead alien. "So we're all agreed? We get out, torch the place, and tell the Goonion we found it like that?” "Is it the Truck, man? Is the truck coming for us?” GM: No, Truck-Kun is on another job today. "Okay. I know we said everything goes into the bag... But put the windows back.” "Mr Van Ghoul!?”

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #halloween #all rogues #all short races #lovecraft #lovecraft mockery

[uniquevocashark]

A Good Servant Part 5

Content Warnings for:

graphic descriptions of gore, blood, murder, threats of murder, lady dimitrescu and her daughters eating people, threats of violence, assault, bodily harm, grievous bodily harm, blood baths, implications of murder, mentions of experimentation (very brief), mentions of manipulation, mentions of excessive eating, mental fuckery done by the protagonist

THis monster is 11 PAGES ON WORD DOCS, AHHHHHHHHHHHH

You cast a look at Daniela, who sneers at Vanessa with more venom than a viper. Vanessa’s hands raise up and she backs away from you, the cut on her neck shallower than you expected. Daniela pushed her sickled down harder until Vanessa was forced backwards, several meters away, then dashed back in front of you. She left her sickle loose in her hand, then flashed an imitation of Cassandra’s smile.

“Why did you touch our things?” She repeated, the joy leaking back into her voice. She turned her wrist slightly and her sickle caught the light brilliantly, a clear demonstration of an agonising amount of time and effort spent polishing it.

“Your ‘things’?” Vanessa said and you would have intervened if a bug hadn’t flown into your mouth.

Another crawled along your collarbone and down your hands and when you looked found that they had red eyes rather than green. Miss Bela bit down on your tongue gently when your mouth twitched into a frown and you smoothed your expression before Daniela noticed.

She grabbed your choker and yanked you forward along with it, displaying the Dimitrescu crest that usually sat proudly cradled against your throat, “This isn’t just decoration, you stupid man-thing. They belong to House Dimitrescu.”

“They don’t.”

“She does!”

“We,” Vanessa said, winking at you over Daniela’s shoulder, “Work for Mother Miranda.”

“But she doesn’t love Mother Miranda,” Daniela pouted, so caught up in stamping her foot that she yanked you even closer, “She loves us. And you aren’t allowed to touch what I love!”

Vanessa raised her brow, and you shot her a glare. Gently, you placed a hand on Daniela’s, and she looked at you moon-eyed after Bela had flown out of your bleeding mouth. “It’s alright, Daniela.” You said softly, rubbing her taut knuckles.

“It is not alright,” She insisted, then released your choker to grab your arm tightly. “Only House Dimitrescu can touch you.”

“I’m aware,” You said, and pushed her hand away, “Now, I must settle Vanessa in, Miss.”

“Fine.” She pouted, much like her mother, and disappeared in a haze of bugs. Another bug, with a bulkier wing set and yellow eyes bit your finger before fleeing as well. You brushed off the blood on your apron and shot a glare at Vanessa. The cut, you noted, had already disappeared. Mother Miranda must of improved how quickly she could regenerate.

“What?”

“’What’.” You mocked, averting your eyes.

“I am right,” Vanessa said, clutching her chest like a Victorian lady in need of a fainting couch, “We, technically, belong to Miranda. Not her adopted anger issues.”

You rolled your eyes and wiped the smears of blood of the walls that Daniela had made in her haste to get between the two of you. “Whether or not you are factually correct is irrelevant.”

“You’re not serious.”

“I am,” You said tiredly, “Part of my very serious job is keeping the girls happy because it’s more important than the semantics of my situation.”

“It’s more than just semantics,” Vanessa insisted, “You’re lying to them.”

You sighed, “It would hurt them too much.”

“You’ve gone soft.” Vanessa bumped your shoulders together and smiled that smug grin you could never forget.

You crossed your arms and bumped her back. “Shut up.”

…

“Stop complaining for two seconds, would you?” You said, holding the door open for her.

Vanessa shrugged, leaning over you instead, “Who said I was complaining?”

“Go in the room.”

“I’m supposed to observe you.”

“And I need to attend to Lady Dimitrescu, now in.” You nudged her towards the room, and she stumbled more than she should have.

The room was small but warm. It was set next to your own and had been empty for as long as you had been there, so you had hijacked it for personal use until then. Lady Dimitrescu had given the room to Vanessa for the duration of her stay and, while you were attached to it, you cleared your extra things and remade it for her.

Vanessa, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate the spartan room all that much. She didn’t seem to like the lack of windows, or how dry everything was. You frowned at her for that.

“You should be used to this kind of living.” You said.

Vanessa sat down at the desk and propped her legs on the desk. “Maybe I got used to luxury.”

“Yes, Mother Miranda’s operating table is so clearly the height of ostentatious luxury.”

She laughed, then covered her mouth a moment later.

“Get comfortable,” You said after a moment, “I’ll be back later.”

“Do you have to help her?” Vanessa asked.

“I work for her.”

“You also kiss her ass when she isn’t around.”

You frowned, “I do not.”

“You do,” Vanessa cooed, “Every conversation you manage to sneak her in. Lady Dimitrescu this and Lady Dimitrescu that.”

“Not this again.”

You rubbed one of your temples. Vanessa shrugged from her seated position, her eyes barely moving from you. “She isn’t even here.”

“I’m not entertaining this,” You said flatly, “Stay in here, I’ll be back by the end of the day.”

“Define ‘end of the day’.” She said, picking up the axe you kept under the bed.

“Before dinner.”

“Okay.” You heard her say before you shut the door.

You walked halfway down the hallway then turned to look back at her door. It was closed, the corridor was well lit and warm and the noise of the kitchen from further down was the only thing you could hear. The only difference from yesterday was a thick black line that marked one side of the walls.

…

Lady Dimitrescu’s rooms were emptier without her pet, something that you always noted when she lost one. The extra bedding was gone, the extra candles, the smaller set of care products that she usually kept and the trunk for clothing. It almost looked too stark, and you could almost understand her obsession with always keeping a pet.

“Madame.” You greeted and she blew a stream of smoke at her own reflection.

“Wesker,” Lady Dimitrescu murmured, removing her gloves, “Is the bath ready?”

“Yes, Madame.”

“Good.”

She didn’t move from her spot, slowly removing one glove at a time.

Her vanity mirror was covered in a viscous substance that drooled down onto the mahogany

“Come here.” She said softly, extending one hand towards you without turning to look at you. Her hand gleamed grey in the darkness and you were halfway to her before you realised you had moved. She planted the hand on your shoulder and untied the choker around your neck.

Her mouth was dark with blood, spilling into a cascade down her dress. What you assumed was the remains of Mihaela, a few bones, a dark patch of blood and intestines strewn neatly on the floor, sat at her feet. She caressed your cheek and brought you closer to her. You flinched and she smiled, her eyes burning gold, leaning over to capture your other cheek.

“What’s the matter?” She murmured, pulling you tight against her, smearing blood over your face and chest, “Are you afraid of me?”

You sucked in a breath that reeked like open bowels, “What is going on?”

She tilted her head slightly, and her mouth split too widely when she smiled, through her cheek and near her ear. She opened her mouth and her cheeks split open, her long black tongue pouring out of the side to lick blood off her jawline.

You moved your head away gently and she moved, licking your face from chin to forehead to clean away the blood she had left. She cradled you in her lap, dragging her lips over your forehead then her teeth and you stared at her blood covered neck quietly.

“Who did you use for the bathtub?”

You cleared your throat, “The chambermaids, Madame.”

She licked one of her fangs, “How many?”

“Fifty-four.”

She growled, moving to hold your waist and hug you to her chest. Lady Dimitrescu licked the blood from your cheek, her tongue as rough as a tiger, then rested her chin on the top of your head. You weren’t sure how to move; when you moved even slowly, she tensed, and she would periodically hum before she licked your face. It did not help much that her tongue scraped the flesh from your face and that she took obvious pleasure with each scrap she took from you.

Her face slowly sewed itself back together, but it was not a painless or soundless process. You watched her face, the cheek slowly come together, veins re-establishing before being filled over with flesh that reddened as soon as it grew. Her tongue grew softer, and she was no longer slurping down your flesh to fill her stomach.

“Bring up a few of the serving staff, I’m in desperate need of a good bath.” She said but didn’t let you go. You cautiously push her face away, and she nibbled at your fingertips softly. She was staring at you, her pupils wide and eyes hungry.

“Would you prefer the pastry chefs or the line cooks, Madame?”

She smiled, and it was normal, though her lipstick was smeared down her chin, “The line cooks should suffice.” She said and licked your bloodied cheeks clean.

…

You prided yourself on many things, because you were good at many things, but avoiding the suddenly clingy Dimitrescu family was nearly beyond your capabilities. The girls you could at least avoid for most of the morning, as they were always busy with one thing or another, but Lady Dimitrescu took every opportunity to have you with her as long as possible. It seemed not a minute could go by, even if you were cleaning her room, that she didn’t have a hand on you. By thirty past ten that morning, she had already called you five more times than she usually did.

When you could get away from her, and the endless workload she had decided to gift you after eating Mihaela, her daughters were there instead. Even dragging yourself through the dungeons and moving past the ghouls, one of them would find and attach themselves to you. And the first to find you as she always was, Daniela would appear and grip your sleeve or hold your hand in greeting.

She always bounced between anxious and forward when she wanted to start a conversation, not that you minded. She was, you thought, a reflection of what you were like when you were younger but made of flies. She was also hyper conscious of how she acted when the staff were around you, which you appreciated even if the extra effort was unnecessary.

“Are you thinking of leaving us?” She asked, sitting three steps down from you on the ladder you stood on.

“Thinking?” You paused, “Something like that.”

She wrapped her arm around your shins and looked up to you, her insects buzzing reminiscent of a cat’s purr, “Yes, or no?”

You stopped wiping at the thick black stain for a moment, “A bit of both.”

“That isn’t really an answer.”

“It’s more complex than yes or no,” You continued, rubbing at the stubborn spot with more force, “And try not to sound so unsure, it lessens the stern attitude you’re aiming for.”

“Okay,” She said, resting her cheek against your calf, “Can you explain the complex reasons?”

You rung out your rag, dipped it in water and tried to wipe the stain away again. You did so again, and Daniela watched you with a growing pout. “Please?” Daniela continued, kicking her feet into the air, “Don’t you love me enough to tell me?”

“There is no need to resort to emotional manipulation,” You countered, and pointed at the brush you needed, “Practice your sternness again.”

She cleared her throat while she handed you the brush, and her tone went serious, “You manipulate people too.”

“For complex reasons, and never about love,” You said lightly, patting her hair carefully and watching her smile bloom across her face, “I don’t really have a say in whether I leave or not, Daniela. If I must go, I go.”

Daniela dug her nails into your skin, but you didn’t mind it much. She held you a little tighter against her and frowned down at the floor. “I don’t understand, she gave you to us. So, you’re ours.”

“It doesn’t always work that way, Daniela,” She nodded but looked unconvinced, “Don’t frown so severely, it makes you look upset rather than stern but that was perfect vocal control.”

“Thank you.” She said but you could see that she was still lost in thought. She touched her necklace gently and toyed with one of swords, staring at you more severely than she usually did.

You looked out of the window you had just cleaned, to the sun shining down on the village and smoothed her hair down the side of her face again. “The day is rather fair, Daniela. You should ask your mother for a horse-riding lesson.”

She perked up, looking outside the window herself. “That sounds like fun.”

She hopped off the ladder and you followed her. The stain on the window had left your water black as ink and you still needed to finish the rest of the windows in the corridor before lunch, so you said your goodbyes to her. Daniela kissed your cheek and transformed into a swarm of bugs before you could react, already gone by the time you had registered the kiss.

She had always been more affectionate than her sisters, so you could almost excuse the sudden change in farewell. Out of all of the Dimitrescu, she was the one who liked you enough to want to be physically affectionate. You knew she had started doing it out of jealousy, though, ever since Vanessa had gotten too close to you than she liked.

After Daniela had disappeared and after a late lunch, around two thirty in the evening, Bela would find you as you left the kitchen.

Bela spoke the most and had mastered that stern tone that Daniela only practiced around you when they were too busy to find her. Her bugs had brilliant red eyes and settled along your collarbone with growing numbers each time she saw you. Now she kept a few bugs on you regardless of the time and you had woken to them buzzing above your head for the past three days.

“Thank you for recommending that exhilarating horse ride.” Bela greeted sarcastically.

“Miss Daniela wanted something to do.” You replied simply.

“Daniela has her books if she’s bored.”

“Miss Daniela has had trouble with riding for the past three years, it was an opportune time for her to ask.”

Bela walked closer to you than she usually would, and though she looked at your arm she didn’t take it. “Are you leaving?”

“What gave you that idea?” You replied flippantly.

“Are you planning to leave?”

“I can’t say.”

“Were you ever going to tell us?”

You didn’t meet her eyes.

Bela grabbed your elbow and made you face her, “Were you going to tell Daniela, at least?”

You pulled your elbow free from her grasp.

“I see,” She said severely, in perfect imitation of her mother, “Does Mother know?”

“She does.”

Bela frowned then let you go and then, softly. “She does?”

“I told her the day before last.”

Bela continued walking with you for a few minutes then turned to you as you were polishing a bust. “I need to talk with Mother about these secrets,” She spat the word out, “Don’t say anything to my sisters.”

Then she was disappeared in a swarm, and you were left with a group of flies clambering along the crest nestled along your throat.

…

Cassandra was never much of a conversationalist, focused more on her latest project that was undoubtedly a present for her mother than you. She had most strongly inherited her mother’s disposition towards people. She didn’t consider you a person, for example, more like a walking meal with the potential to be a person. Any opinions you expressed weren’t headed very much; it seemed to be a particular trait of the Dimitrescu family. It didn’t stop her from hooking an arm around yours after breakfast and not leaving you alone for the rest of the day.

Unlike her sisters, she kept a silent vigil over you, only speaking to shoo Vanessa away when she tried to get close to you. It wasn’t until just before dinner, when you were trying in vain to get your staff organised while Cassandra loomed over them with her sickle bared, that she started talking to you.

“You upset Bela yesterday.” She said.

You sent three maids back into the kitchen for messing up the placement of the cutlery, “Yes, I am aware.”

“What did you say?”

You paused, and the remaining maids looked at you and each other uneasily. They slowed down and you snapped at them to adhere to proper form.

“Well?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from pursing your lips when you turned back to face her, “You’ll have to ask Miss Bela.”

Cassandra forced her sickle against your throat, where your neck met your head and cornered you against the unfinished table. “If you hurt my sister on purpose, I am going to gut you no matter what Bela or Mother says.”

You pushed her sickle away from your neck. “Then you should aim your sickle at my gut and not my neck, Miss Cassandra.”

Cassandra chuckled throatily and moved away from you. She smiled and thumbed the point of her sickle with a smile, wiping the edge you had touched almost wistfully. She gave a flourished goodbye, waving her sickle happily and walking into the main hall.

…

Vanessa took up the rest of your time before dinner, still seating pleasantly at the desk in the same position you had left her. She grinned at you and sat up properly.

“Hey there, stranger.”

You gave her a look.

“You’re not looking so good,” Vanessa said, coming over and gently rubbing the scrapes along your cheeks, “Are you doing okay?”

“You know what’s strange?” You said instead.

“What?”

“I don’t feel anything. I’m not even sore and I’ve been talking all day.”

You moved into her room and sat down on her bed, gripping the mattress and letting out a long sigh. The black stains that had been plaguing you all day were also here, you noticed. Vanessa came over to you, sitting down and wiping your cheeks with a wet cloth. You hissed at the cold and she stopped, uneasy.

“It’s fine.” You said and pushed her hand away. The cloth was black with blood.

“It isn’t.” She insisted.

“It’s just a little blood.” You murmured and collapsed onto her pillows.

She lay next to you, dabbing against the scrapes on your face. She looked worried so you let her clean away the blood while your face knitted itself back together. She sat you up gently and poured you a glass of water, not leaving you alone until you had three glasses. When the bell rang you wobbled upright, and she looked almost ready to dive to catch you.

“Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Will you make it that far?”

You waved her off, “Follow me if you must.”

“That would be for the best.”

You frowned, unnerved by her complete lack of blinking, “I suppose.”

…

Lady Dimitrescu was fully dressed by dinner, with her makeup freshly reapplied and her dress clean of any stains. It was one of her newer dresses, red as the wine she drank with buttons that were white around her wrists and down her back. Her hair was still wet and was kept in a bun instead her usual bob, tightly held at the side of her neck.

You dabbed at the loose droplets of blood that trailed down her neck after she sat down, and she bent her head away from you to give you ample room. It exposed the entirety of her neck to the light, and it glowed warmly in the candlelight. Vanessa slurped on her wine a little louder than usual and you frowned at her.

Lady Dimitrescu ignored the flagrant misuse of manners and turned to the cooked liver and sliced heart she was served that evening. If you were not mistaken, three bodies went into her meal, from the sauce made of blood wine, the thick liver from Rachel’s husband and Rachel’s heart. Vanessa looked comparatively smaller, nibbling on her veal and carrots drowning in gravy. It was comical to see such a normal dinner served at the Dimitrescu table and you smiled.

Daniela noticed immediately and dropped her knife on the ground.

“Whoops,” She said when you walked over and picked it up and pulled a new one from your pockets. “Thank you.” She smiled.

Lady Dimitrescu sipped her wine, “Be careful, my dear.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Bela was much quieter than she usually was, not jibing Cassandra for eating without a fork or rolling her eyes at Daniela for being so obvious. Her eyes were fixed intently on Vanessa and barely strayed while her hands dissolved into bugs and ate her meal for her.

“Tell me, Vanessa,” Lady Dimitrescu began, drawing all eyes towards her, “How are you enjoying my castle?”

Vanessa swallowed the half-eaten potato she had in her mouth, “I haven’t seen much of it.”

“Oh? Not one to explore, are we?”

She looked at you, “I was advised against exploring.”

Lady Dimitrescu put a hand to her chest, the other planting itself on your shoulder and smiled magnificently, “I assure you, me and my daughters don’t bite. You are free to explore to your hearts content.”

Vanessa leaned back into her chair, “Thank you, I think.”

Lady Dimitrescu laughed and turned her smile on you, well pleased with herself. Her eyelids drooped for a moment and her smile went softer, “My dear Wesker will always be busy, of course, but my daughters do so love entertaining foreigners like yourself.”

You cleared your throat and she hummed then turned to Vanessa and returned to their last conversation. It was a clunky transition, one that she wouldn’t have made without reason, and you moved back to where your staff were. Their numbers were halved, the others the dinner on the girls plates, and you were left with only the best of the bunch. The perfect additives, the Lady called them, fit for her most expensive of wines.

You were glad to see that two more were worthy than the last round of cattle.

But that was out of your hands now. Lady Dimitrescu had ensnared Vanessa with a menagerie of questions that had clearly been building since their last conversation and you found many of your secrets were gouged with extensive glee.

Within the hour Daniela had eaten through an entire cake and was on to her second, while Cassandra had disappeared once again, kissing her mothers’ cheek as she left. Lady Dimitrescu’s menagerie had expanded to a national park of questions, and she spoke on and on without seeming to pause. Vanessa would finish answer one and have a dozen more posed within the next minute and she was ruddy faced and out of breath from talking so much.

Bela nibbled at her own slice of cake, strawberry and lemon tonight, looking so intensely at Vanessa you thought her eyes would merge. She listened too, more seriously than her sister did, and you could practically see her drinking in every detail of the conversation with interest. She looked at you a few times, for wine or in surprise, and at one point leaned over to murmur yikes after one particularly child unfriendly story.

You remained out of the interrogation, refusing to answer any question outright. That was how the Lady got in, she asked one innocuous question and then bombarded you with a million more until she was satisfied. Vanessa, it seems, hadn’t learned her lesson after the first time and fell for it faster than a plane landing on an airstrip.

Lady Dimitrescu laughed at one point, eyeing you, “Did you really?”

“I have no recollection of what she’s saying, Madame.”

“Surely you must, it sounds so outlandish,” She licked the wine from her lips, and you dabbed away the spit. “Unless you two are playing games with me.”

“No, Madame,” You said innocently, “We aren’t.”

She smiled, “Is that so?”

“It is, Madame.” You said and began clearing the table.

…

The morning after, you and Vanessa were in the kitchen, the windows open to the cold breeze. You were cutting vegetables, Vanessa’s dexterity with knives as good as a wad of putty left in the sun, and she instead kneaded dough poorly. Daniela had inadvertently whipped her sisters into an emotional frenzy after dinner last night and caused a series of unceremonious gorging on whomever was unluckiest and unwanted by their mothers’ palette.

With the chambermaids gone, it was the cooks who took the brunt of their hunger. Your sibling remained with his most trusted sous chef and the pastry chefs.

You had taken the last line cook down to the cellar last night, while she was still alive and kicking, dragging her feet along the floor in a vain effort to stop you. She had made excellent bread and glazed wonderfully; she smiled while she kneaded and had the best work ethic of all of them. it was for that reason you had recommended her for cadou experimentation and that reason alone why she had been spared from being eaten alive.

You had cleaned her hair up after you had restrained her and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear.

“You shouldn’t glare so ferociously,” You said, setting down a plate of mouldy bread, “You’ve been given a great opportunity.”

She looked mortified.

“You aren’t going to remember,” You continued, pouring a glass of water, “You don’t understand it and you won’t remember what I’m saying now, but you should be honoured by being brought here. It’s much better than being made into a bath.”

“What?”

“What precisely did you think happened to your paramour Jessica?” You smiled at her expression and set down the candle while she strained against the shackles. “The rest of the chambermaids were put into the Lady’s bath as well. They were sorely needed.”

This was perhaps your favourite part when you cycled through staff. There was something greatly satisfying about watching the pieces fall into place, faith wavering as they learned the truth and then visiting them afterwards and seeing the light in their eyes dead but for hunger.

Playing games, as Lady Dimitrescu said once, after she had caught you unravelling one of her subject’s entire life thread by thread. She had seemed pleased by your tendencies and even instructed you on how best to reveal certain information bit by bit. But you weren’t here for the joy of it, not right now at least.

“You’ve always been good with people, Bronwyn.” You said conversationally and she looked at you oddly.

“Clearly not, since I trusted you.”

“I’ve been manipulating people into liking me for years,” You waved your hand flippantly, “What would you have done if you had known I was like this halfway through your stay?”

The chains rattled, the ghouls scuffled past you and the cell and deeper into the dungeon. You heard the girls giggling down in the darkness, the scream of a man ringing so loudly as to hurt your ears and the cackling after. You stared at Bronwyn and watched her morph from horror to disgust and everything in between.

“Escape?” She said.

“But to me, personally. What would you have done? Would you stop talking to me? Forget things? Pretend you’re fine when you’re obviously so stressed pretending as to be breaking apart at the seams?”

She swallowed and you backed away from the bars. You had ruined your mood already, and you had only been here for five minutes. The bars were grimy and rusted and you rattled them absently.

“Nevermind,” You said instead, picking up the candle, “You’ll want to rest before Lady Dimitrescu gets down here.”

As you left you heard her sharp intake of breath as she spotted her sister in the cell opposite her.

…

“You know, you really had me convinced.” You said to Vanessa when you walked into her room. She was, as ever, sitting blank faced on the bed where you had left her, her chest cavity open to reveal nothing but black mold beneath it.

“Did I?” She said, looking at you and smiling, “I don’t really remember much.”

“The last time I saw you, you were opened exactly like this on a bench in a cell. Do you remember that?”

“No,” She confessed, “I don’t remember how we got to this shit village either.”

“We were still recovering from waking up, they shoved us in a potato sack together and hauled us here.”

“I don’t remember that.” She said and moved her hand to watch it as it crumbled.

You removed the pins holding her skin open, folding them back against her ribs carefully. You lay beside her as she morphed into a blob of black fungus, nestling into the crook of her neck and hugging her chest to you carefully. She still retained a semblance of her former shape, but you could see the details of her face smudging away.

“Vanessa?”

“Yes?” She gargled; the words distorted away from her usually cheerful voice.

“What is it like? Is it painful?”

Her head was growing a large mouth, so you grabbed the knife you kept strapped to your thigh and straddled her chest after you had drawn it. Her chest was a mess of black and it had cooled drastically, like steam as it rose and changed to rainwater. A tongue lolled out of it and long black claws sharpened from her fingernails.

“I see.” You said and started cutting through her neck.

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Howdy Nova I wanted to invite you to gush bout whichever f/o is on your mind currently ✨🧡! They all love you so much!!

Tex @tex-treasures

Hello texie!!! How are you?

Well!!!! Thanks for the invitation, im gonna use this as an excuse to scream about my The Kane Chronicles f/os.

First up is Horus, ft: my face hc for him

1) I love the fact that hes a dense mf, he doesnt get sarcasm and its HILARIOUS.

2) even tho hes power hungry, hes still pretty chivalrous and protective of Carter even if they butt heads from time to time.

3) the fact that he uses a pigeon host and calls them "well adapted to modern civilization" and eats the left over Cheerios from khufu

Also, the possibilities of fluff with bird like stuff like ruffled feathers and making birb noises? Cute!

Fave phrase of him " my strategy is to hit the enemy until they lay unconcious, if they get up, hit them again, repeat as Many times necessary"

(The Next pictures up to amos belong to @/feesshies)

Okay, here we go, khonsu time!

I might say that all of his scenes are super funny, starting by the fact that ra calls him "moon pie" and im so close to making that my nickname for him.

1) the fact that hes got power over time, And that nut kicked his ass in setnet enough times to form 5 complete days. Its so FUCKING funny.

2)his introductory scene is fucking ominous as fuck 100/10

3) hes the rich boy aesthetic and im here for this 100%

4) that one phrase where he goes "I havent eaten a soul in...what month are we in, march?" LIKE WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

favorite phrase" "Ha! I bet you 5 more minutes worth of moonlight that im perfectly sane!" (Hes not...)

Tatter tot (s)

1) his introductory scene in the first book. Marvelous.

2) the fact that he sends the kane kids to Elvis' house and is happy they thrashed the place

3) in the second book where Carter says "come on tot! Cant we do something for you? Like thrash Elvis' house again?!" And his answer is "tempting" DOES HE HAVE A HATE TOWARDS HIM LIKE???

4) hes the adhd mood. All the times he get distracted are so cute.

5) the fact that he knows a hieroglyph to give someone intestinal problems. I love him. AND HE USES THEM IN BATTLE TOO? ONLY MY MAN!

6) how casual he is about his own death, "oh yeah ill last for about two more days, oh would you look at that just in time for the winter solstice, ha! That cant be a coincidence!"

7) HIS EYEEESSSS. THE FACT THAT HE MAKES KILLER BBQ RIBS. HE PLAYS THE GUITAR AND IS WORKING ON THOUSANDS OF THINGS AT THE SAME TIME.

8) his dramatic build up. And hes the only god whose normal and deserves rights

Fave phrase: "khufu you are right! We arent in Memphis egypt!"

Okay. Buckle up. Here comes the big boys.

Set/evil day/the best comedic relief in book 2

1) he was the perfect antagonist for the first book.

2) the second book when he starts imitating amos??? Ugh!!! Just imagining him in that suit makes me blush!

3) hes so FUCKING funny and charming.

4) his exit in the first book is fingerguns shooting at sadie like a kid angy at his mom.

4) un book 3 when amos is kicking ass using his powers.

5) when he says to Carter "im gonna help your uncle learn the path of sett" I can imagine how it would sound and its so FUCKING badass. Only imagining it I get goosebumps.

6)he breaks 6 jars on menshinkovs Head and its so funny.

7) how whiny he gets when menshikov traps hom in the malachite jar.

8)" Come on amos! I just want to strip the skin off their faces" thats how the phrase goes. I cant remember. But AWOOOGA--

9) when Carter asks to him if they names setne after him and he just laughs.

10) the hc where him and khonsu are bffs. YES please.

11) my fave detail is that when sadie screams "i bet sett is having a laugh seeing Us try and not kill ourselves" and the book describes the air getting chilly and the floor rumbling as If someone was laughing way way underneath. Such a cool detail.

Fave phrase: "your uncle amos also has some of my qualities, im like that improvised jazz he likes so much. Order within chaos"

AMOS!!!!!

1) hes so dramatic in the first book. Ominous.

2) the fact that Carter has a picture of him playing the saxophone. Just imagining it makes me warm and fuzzy.

3) hes so gentle and suave. Sweep me off my feet.

4) the fact that he controlls sett and its like the biggest fuck you to his past trauma.

5) the fact that he becomes a fatherly figure 🥺🥺🥺🥺

6) he uses a red pinstripe suit affirming his connection to sett. Its such a fuck you moment to those that were like "HES USING SETTS MAGIC EW KILL HIM" TRY AND MESS WITH HIM NOW BITCH.

7) hes a gentle leader and I love that.

8) his character growth.

AND LOOK HOW GOOD HE LOOKS IN THE GRAPHIC NOVEL OF THE FIRST BOOK.

The foreshadowing of him being possesed by sett in the reflection of the teacup. Showing His reflection in red

How kissable he looks!!!

His fit. His suit. His gloves!!!! His hair!!!

For some reason the way the bridge of his nose is drawn it makes me want to kiss it.

The feather on his hat. Yes king

Fave phrase: I cant remember any at the top of my head!!! But he has some pretty good ones

Hes just the best honestly. Many kisses for him and the rest

They all make me feel warm and fuzzy and I love them sm!!!!!!

●Moots only ok to rb!

Thanks for the ask!!!!

#tex tag #amos tag pending #sett tag pending #horus tag pending #tot tag pending #khonsu tag pending #ask #f/o ask #ask to tag

[yandere-wishes]

𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗-𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 🐚Yandere! leviathan X Reader🐚

I’m trying out a new writing style, so please let me know what you think! This story is rather abstract and switches a bit between reader POV and Leviathan’s POV.

WARNINGS: VERY DARK, suicidal themes, self harm, mild gore, verbal abuse, self-hatred, objectification and cursing.

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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ, ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ: "ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ʀᴇᴘᴇʟꜱ". ʙᴜᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀᴇꜱᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ?

The two of you were the same, cut from the exact same depressing, aversion cloth. 

The two of you were mangled disjointed creatures with lanky brittle bones made up of self-loathing and mismatched hatred. Broken from displaced frustration and indecent, vulgar tendencies, that no one could snuff out of either of you. 

Instead of guts and intestines both you, the lowly human, and him, the feared sea serpent, had long strings of pity that coiled inside your stomachs.

Eyes as green as the ripest emerald blinded by endless, unchecked envy towards all things that so much as breathed.

Rotting pink brains filled with nothing but depressive thoughts and screeching banshee-like voices that never seem to cease. 

Yes, you and Leviathan were the exact same thing...

There's a certain aroma that floats and flocks around a person with such low regard for themselves. Where ever you walked a thick suffocating cloud of despair followed like a lost limping mutt. Pure unaltered self-disgust rolls off you like waves in the middle of a storm.

This is one of the things Leviathan loves about you, the intoxicating saddening aura that you wear like the finest perfumes. Although if caught like a deer in headlights, the sea serpent would just lie through his shark-like teeth and make some remarks about your pretty smile or shiny eyes. 

Truth is, he HATES when you smile. Hated when hope and joy and all things bright and good twinkle in your eyes like the flicker of a newborn star. 

Oh no, you're all so much prettier when you frown, when you look like your lust for life is all died out. When your eyes twinkle with that sort of sweet despair like all your hope has gotten engulfed by a black hole. 

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There's something wrong with you. You don't know what, but it's there, you can feel it everywhere you go. 

Maybe it's the repulsive way your skin is stretched so suffocatingly thin across your bones. Or maybe it's the way you pick at your open scars, digging deeper and deeper past blazing red tissue until it starts to bleed again. 

Whatever it is you aren't sure, but something is most definitely wrong with you. 

maybe that's why, on a particularly bad, paranoid day, you finally decide to just end it. 

Although it's never that simple is it?

There's something no one ever tells you about the cessation of life. A mysterious negative hour that happens just as the last atom of oxygen is departing from your lungs. A negative one, a negative two, and if you get expressly unlucky than also a negative three. This is usually when you start to wonder if you did it right, if the rope is too loose or hung too low. The dam of reality breaks and all uncertainty pours through with no real regard for what it's destroying. Are you're really still alive? Or is this some post-mortem induced dream? Everything makes about as much sense as when you were alive, only now it's foggy and ambiguous and all so distant like a far off dream...

It's also the time when every good memory comes rushing back, spilling carelessly akin to the blood gushing from the vain you slashed a month ago. You're dying far too slowly and all too semi-lucidly.

This is far from how you thought your escape plan would go.

The plan shatters even more when you actually open your eyes again and realize that you're no longer dangling from the ceiling. Instead, you're wrapped in some sort of lukewarm blanket, trapped between glacial white walls that bite at your fingers why you try to push them away.

And staring down at you with a sort of raw envy that your human mind couldn't fabricate, was non other than the third born himself.

Up to this day you still don't know who saved you, the seven brothers treat the whole ordeal like Pandora's box, tucking it under volts of diamond and throwing the key into the abyss. As long as it stays out of sight, out of tongue's reach and ears range then it'll surely be out of mind. Everything will be just fine so long as lord Diavolo doesn't hear what happened to the precious little human. Everything is just fine if everyone ignores it.

Personally, you don't mind the outcome. You're restrained to Levi's room, being under his watch and alleged "care" for all hours of the day. It's to keep you safe Lucifer assures, although your own guilt likes to twist the words into something more like, "It's to get rid of a nuisance".

Either which way life starts to escalate just a tiny bit.

Funny how even self-loathing and inner hatred seem to fade away when there's someone to share the pain with.

Soon it's no longer "I wish I could die" or "why can't I just be God damn good enough!"

but rather "We seriously should split a suicide built" and "Wouldn't it be fun if we both dive off a cliff head first into lava?"

With someone just as aggravated and self-destructive as yourself, things start to look up...that is until you do the unforgivable, at least so it's written in Levi's demented book. 

You step too far, you start to ask things, start to pry into things that shouldn't matter to you.

And then you do it, the worst of the worst, you smile...

Straight after asking him such a revolting sincere question

"What do you think about life?" 

It's meant to be rhetorical, you TRY to make it sound rhetorical. But any social norms or form of sarcasm goes over Levi's head like the basketballs he's never able to catch. His attention snaps to you, like a snake being alerted that a predator is a near...or prey, again it's really impossible to tell.

 His neck cranes at an odd angle as his tail curls inwards. For a split millisecond, you can swear on your almost grave that you see his tongue dart out before zipping back into his toothy mouth. Predator, he definitely sees you as a predator.

"Baby, not much...I-i want to die"

Time doesn't stop, not even when all understanding and logic have tipped their hats at the door and disappeared into the great beyond. Leviathan's slit eyes stare at you, behind all the pain and broken anger, for just an instant you think you see the fragments of understanding shine, brighter than the never setting moon. 

He's just like you, 

You're just like him,

That's when the trouble creeps over. The corners of your mouth take a turn upwards and push your cheeks back, making way for a grin. It's faint and ghostly at best...up it's there.

It just has to be there....

That godforsaken satisfied smile. 

When you're attention flicker's to Levi again you notice his arm pulling back, throwing the controller across the room with anger worst than anything Satan could summon upon his worst day. 

"Don't fucking do that!"

You're stoned in place, eyes too scared to move from the sea snake, what went wrong? Why does something always go wrong?

"D-do what..?" 

It's not your fault that you're voice shakes and breaks, not your fault that the room starts to spiral out of control. It's his fault, all his fault...but is anything ever really his fault?

"Don't look happy! Or hopeful! You look so freaking ugly when you smile!"

His voice is shockingly low, like a mother trying to get her child to settle down after a tantrum. He's borderline cooing at you to "act" properly again. Never the less the venom and disgust are steel audible, glittering like a silver lining.

For once though it's not worth it to stop smiling, all the screams and yells and depravities of the world can't erase this smile from your face.

"Six thousand-year-old demon and you actually dream of death rather than eternal hell on earth or torturing the damned? You really are a broken one Leviathan."

The blue-haired sea monster just shrugs in reply before slithering closer, wrapping his slender bony arms around your waist, they feel like Thamnophis coiling around your midsection, sinking into your flesh. His heavy head falls onto your lap, you can practically hear all the outcries of jealousy and cries of purified agony. 

"What can I say...we're both two disgusting broken things that have no right to live or any claim to happiness...but well, fuck happiness who needs it...right?

Yeah, who needs a thing that only creeps into the heart under perfect circumstances and that floats away at the drop of a feather, who needs happiness and joy, when the two of you can forevermore rot in your own envy and depression....together.

Always together

Rotting forever.

"Right...screw happiness and all it's stupid worth."

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[ninjaslegos]

Alien Ninja?

Just some headcanons based on if Lego actually look like their minifigures and lived on a planet separate from Earth.

How the Ninja look to us:

Crayon-yellow skin, which varies in lightness/darkness depending on how much sun they get.

Their average heights are much taller than ours, at 2 meters tall (or 7 and a half feet) for both men and women.

They also grow up faster too, reaching their adult height by the time they turn 13-15. (Let me know if you want a reason for this one, it's too long to explain here)

Their anatomy is close to ours, but their organs are much more simple than ours, allowing for extra muscle and skin growth, making them stronger and tougher than us. (ie. instead of a small and large intestine, they just have one that is multi-functioning)

Speaking of anatomy, their hands are arranged a little differently than ours, in a way so that when their hands are relaxed they make that C shape instead of whatever shape we have going on.

They call themselves humans. We call ourselves humans. Uh oh. (Just kidding, they refer to us as Aliens, 'your species', or Dirt kids (because we come from 'the earth').)

Their immune systems are jacked. If you get sick with one of their diseases, you are in trouble.

How we look to the Ninja:

"Why are you all so small?!"

They can pick up a baby in one hand and it scares them. They don't want to accidentally crush it.

They genuinely believe we originated from cats and dogs, not apes. This is because we have more hair (they call it fur) than they do and our skin looks like cat/dog fur to them. They actually get into huge debates over whether we are cats or dogs.

They might ask to pet your "fur" if this is their first meeting. They will get embarrassed after you explain it's just hair.

If you do anything catlike or doglike, it will only prove their point. (ie. sneezing like a cat, running to the door when the bell rings, making any small noises, any type of cuteness used as a form of begging.)

Ninja who think we're cats: Nya, Zane, Lloyd.

Ninja who think we're dogs: Kai, Jay, Cole.

They get confused when our 12 year olds act like their 8 year olds, since we don't mature as fast.

We are much more flexible than they are, so if you are double jointed you can take 10 years off their life just for existing.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR FINGERS??!"

They will literally die if you do a split in front of them.

However, if your flexibility is used in dance, it will mesmerize them. They will fall in love, it looks so god-like and elegant.

They don't have canines like we do, so they think they're little fangs. Some people might believe there is poison in them, and yes, you can absolutely abuse that power.

We might be more fragile and crunchable than them because of our lesser muscle mass and lighter weight, but we also happen to be more intuitive and clever. They won't believe you at first if you predict things, but after a few times, they take a hint and start to listen to you more.

They found out we are really good puzzle solvers, and often ask for our help. Not just with problem solving, but with literal puzzles, like how to get four gallons of water from a five gallon and three gallon jar.

They've banned us from playing games like Guess Who and Battleship because we keep winning dammit. Even Zane has a little trouble when it comes to Chess.

We have much better senses than them. We can hear clearer, see farther, smell stronger, and are much more sensitive than them. You will hear someone come to the door before they knock or ring and the ninja will always be amazed.

If you are strong enough to pick them up, or fast enough to beat them in a race, they are excited. How can something so small be so strong?

They are very much interested in Earth culture, and make comparisons to their own cultures. "It's cool and all, but why did you name your planet dirt?"

Just wait until they hear our moon is named "Moon".

Do you have freckles? Scars? Stretch marks? Moles? Etc.? THEY LOVE IT. Any marking you have on your body, they think it looks really pretty. Their skin tones are pretty monochromatic, so any difference in skin color for you will make them fawn over you.

All in all, we can get along, although the ninja would baby us until we prove ourselves.

#BUT if you want a one shot with these headcanons just request alien ninjago au please!! <3 #ninjago #headcanons

[keytomythoughts]

Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

Chapter Index 

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually. 

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

                                                               Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu) 

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

                                                                                                                      Funny

                                                                        Yk I can’t move out, at least not on                                                                            my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

:/

What about Jaehyun?

                                                                            Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

                                                                       They’re just hell-bent on me getting                                                                                    into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

                                                                                                                        Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

                                                                 Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

                                                                         Me crying and stuffing myself with                                                                           pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

                                                                         Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

                                                                  And that’s bc you were there dumbass                                                                    and half of the time ur either in oppa’s                                                                    room or out somewhere

                                                                  Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

                                                                                                           I miss y’all :’(

                                                                   Ok I should be there around like 5 ish                                                                     so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo 

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

                                                                                           Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

                                                                               Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol 

                                                                                             See? My point exactly

                                                                               Your fAcE scared off every girl                                                                                   in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

                                                                           I almost feel bad for them, u little                                                                             heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

                                                                                                                     Rlly?!?

                                                                                                                         YAH

                                                                                                               U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

                                                                                    U JERK HOW COULD U??

                                                                                              Those poor girls omg

                                                                               Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

                                                                                         And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

                                                                                                        Can it u demon

                                                                                                         Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated. 

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends. 

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side. 

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another. 

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.  

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?” 

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” 

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.” 

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away. 

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.” 

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”   

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.” 

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation. 

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide. 

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?” 

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!” 

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail. 

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul. 

What can I say? It’s a talent. 

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder. 

“Good to be back,” I whisper. 

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment. 

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat. 

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |  

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[sykuui]

glint | kuroo tetsurou

Kuroo x gn!reader

Genre: angsty. very angsty.

Warnings: none!

Saturday 12:16p.m.

“Take two, tetsu!” You crouched on the dusty floor, holding your stomach from laughing so hard, surrounded by empty cardboard boxes.

You pulled yourself off the ground, the sweat making your tshirt stick to your back. Dust from the surroundings making your skin feel dry. However, the discomort was nullified by the presence of the tall, bed headed boy standing in the middle of the room. You and kuroo were finally moving in together after 2 years of dating.

He looked at you with one brow raised, amused at the sight. “This is the fifth time you’re making me do this.” He rolled his eyes, a mischievous smirk played on his lips. Getting back on your feet, you tiptoed towards him, sliding your hands into his hair.

“Come on. One last time.” You whispered putting your forehead against his. The sweat and grime creating a mingling tickle.

Hands wrapped around your waist. A short release of breath was felt on your lips, sending tingles down your spine.

“One. More. Time.”

Breathing a sigh of content, you lifted your eyes to meet his, a grin threatening to break out. God, the things this boy did to you.

“Tetsu..” you started. “What do you see when u look into my eyes?”

Kuroo chuckled, his eyes glinting in that special way that made your blood pressure drop. The grip on his shoulders tightened as you steadied yourself.

He looked into your eyes like he was staring directly into your soul. You, like an open book, with chapters upon chapters of writing and endless thoughts with your conciousness being the only thing binding them together. And kuroo, the one who reads you, studies you like the most complex yet delicate being known to humankind, with a catlike grace and elegance as if he might shatter you like with the slightest touch like the wing of a butterfly.

You two were like the sun to each other’s moon. Yin and Yang. One completing the other. Nothing could ever, and will ever, get between the two of you. At least that’s what you hoped.

•••••••••

Monday 6:59a.m. 3 years later

The blaring of your alarm clock woke you. Groaning in your still half asleep state, you throw a hand out to the right side of the bed, expecting a warm chest or back to meet it, but to no avail.

Your arm lands onto the cold sheets next to you. Eyebrows furrying at the lack of of your boyfriend on the bed you both shared.

He must’ve woken up early. Did he say he had his practice earlier than usual? You couldn’t recall.

But it was a Sunday, there was no practice on sundays. You shake your head out of annoyance. Memory was never your strongest suit.

Slipping out of bed, you head to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

The person staring back at you in the mirror looked different.

“Were my eye bags this bad?” Pulling slightly at the thin skin under your eyes. Dark circles evident on your usually even toned skin.

Kuroo had developed a habit of going out with his friends recently and you, being the worrywart that you are, would stay up till odd hours of the night waiting for your beloved to return.

At first he would be back by 11pm, but as the months progressed, so did the time he came back home. You tried not to let it bother you. Why should it? You loved and trusted him and you knew that he was capable of taking care of himself. But was his safety concerning you? Or was it perhaps..

The sound of running water paused your train of thought as you splashed cool water onto your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to ever talk about it with him. Something would always come up whenever you both found time for yourselves.

“Sorry, my friends and I planned to meet up.”

“Not today, sweetie. I’m taking some extra time with the team. I’ll be back soon.”

“I’m at kenma’s house. Wont be back till late.”

Every line followed by a chaste kiss to your forehead and a wave of goodbye while you stood there, eyes cast down with a meek smile on your face. You’ve pretty much heard every excuse in the book. So there was no reason as to why you couldn’t just confront him about it.

Wiping your hands on the towel, you stepped out of the bathroom and exited your shared room.

“Tetsu?” You called out into the halls.

No answer.

“Tetsu baby, are you home?” Maneuvering past the furniture and into the kitchen, your eyes searched the house. Empty.

He hasn’t come back.

You feel the same gripping feeling creep its way into your stomach, twisting your intestines into knots.

“Where are you?”

There’s one person who knows where he’d be if it wasn’t you. Kozume Kenma.

You pulled your phone out of the pocket of your shorts. A slight tremor in your hands as you unlocked it.

The line ringed thrice before a soft voice was heard. “Hello?” A sleepy voice spoke.

“Kenma! Im so sorry to wake you up like this but do you have any idea where kuroo is?”

“K-kuroo?” His voice’s tone much louder than before.

“Yes..” your fingers tapped anxiously against the back of your phone, awaiting a response.

A few moments of silence passed.

“Uhh I think he crashed at Lev’s place. Why? Did he not come home last night?”

“He didn’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call so-“

“No, no. Please, don’t apologize. I’m always here to help.” Kenma cut you off. “It’s what friends are for.”

A sense of relief washed through you at his words. “Yes. You’re right. Thank you, by the way.”

“Anytime.”

You ended the call and grabbed your keys from the basket near the shoe rack.

Everything is ok. He’s probably just got drunk and stayed over at one of the boys’ house. Nothing to worry about, you affirmed to yourself.

Lev’s house was about a block away so it took you not more than a couple minutes to arrive.

You parked the car on the curb just outside of the house and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

You stayed glued to your seat for a minute, fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

“You can do this.”

A click of the car door was heard followed by the sound of your shoes against the asphalt.

Nervously biting your lip, you press the doorbell.

No answer.

You weren’t about to spend the next who knows how long waiting for one of them to open the door, so you gently push down on the knob. It’s open.

You stumbled inside, almost tripping over a pair of heels that were messily thrown right in front of the door.

A familiar pair of shoes lays near them. Also messily thrown around.

Kuroo’s shoes.

It’s Alisa’s shoes. It has to be. But doesnt Lev live alone?

Your heart started to race as you tried to convince yourself that it was nothing to be concerned about. Taking a deep breath, you decided enough was enough and that you were going to have to talk to kuroo about this.

You wandered further into the house, in search of your boyfriend, carefully avoiding the spilled juice in front of you.

The place was a mess. Beer cans and fast food packages littered the floor and tables. Broken glass and used napkins too. A party of some sort must’ve taken place. Surely no person can live like this.

After a couple minutes of looking around, you saw kuroo’s jacket hung on one of the chairs.

He’s here.

“Te-“

“That’s enough kuroo!” A female giggle resonated through the halls. You froze.

No. No it can’t be. You’re hearing things, the stress of the situation is just messing with you.

“Tetsu!” The female voice chimed again.

Tetsu.. that was the nickname you gave to him. The name that only you, were allowed to call him by. The name you gave him when you both had first met all those years ago. So who...

A breath escaped your lips, a burning feeling developing in your throat. The sound came from the room right across you.

Your mind now clouded with adrenaline.

Loud footsteps were heard as you speed walked towards the source of the sound. You didn’t care anymore. You just wanted your boyfriend back.

Your hand met the cool wood of the door and stopped. Eyes stinging from the tears. It’s now or never.

Pushing the door wide open, your breath caught in your throat at the scene in front of you.

Kuroo was on top of another girl. She was a giggling mess and he was no different. Their backs were turned to you.

They didn’t even notice you.

He didn’t even notice you.

Your emotions came crashing down like a tsunami as you stood there in silent pain. Watching the love of your life, with another girl.

A loud sob escaped past your lips. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you crumpled onto the floor on your knees.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes slowly lifted themselves up to meet his.

“How long... how long have you been..” It hurt. It hurt so bad that you couldn’t even finish what you wanted to say. What emotion were you even feeling? Anger? Sadness? In that moment, You felt everything and nothing at the same time. You lifted up your hand. The one which had the engagement ring on it. His promise to you. Did it mean nothing to him?

“No- it’s not what-“

“No, Kuroo. Don’t say anything.” you cut him off.

“How about you do one last thing for me, yeah?” Tears streamed down your face and onto the floor. Blurring your vision ever so slightly.

“Baby please-“ he started.

“No. No don’t.. don’t call me that, ok?” Forcing a smile onto your face, you gestured for him to sit down in front of you.

His mouth opened like he was about to say something, but he stopped and obeyed.

“Okay..” you wiped the tears from your eyes, not that it helped in any way.

Placing a hand under his chin, you tilted his head to the side. Hickies covered the nape of his neck down to his collarbone. Taking a sharp inhale, you let go.

“You don’t have to do this y/n. Just let me explain.” He grabbed both of your hands with his. The familiar feeling of his warm hands felt like home to you. He felt like home to you.

“Kuroo please. Just stay quiet.”

Silence.

“Tetsu.. what do you see when you look into my eyes?”

“No, not right now not this.” He pulled you into his chest, arms coming in contact with your back. “Y/N please just listen to me.”

Breaking out of his hold you hold his arms in place.

“Kuroo. Im begging you. Do it for me. One last time.” Sobs escaping your lips. “One. More. Time.”

Your searched for that familiar glint. The one that would appear every time you asked him this question. It never mattered how many times, the glint and the look of pure love in his eyes kept you alive. It was your energy source and you needed it. You needed him.

His eyes stared into yours, but not the way that they used to, the love, the admiration, everything that kept you going... was gone.

And at that moment you knew, that you were fighting a losing battle.

It was time to let go.

A/N: ahhh ok this is my first ever haikyuu short fic! I hope you liked it (｀・ω・´) constructive criticism is always welcome and pls feel free to leave any comments!

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[aphrodicted]

December (2020) for the Zodiac signs

Let's see what awaits us this December. A general reading for all signs, so the message you receive will be general and may not reflect your current situation. To have a more "accurate" reading, I recommend you search for your sun sign, ascendant, moon sign and your Venus.⁣

ARIES

Love: The World, The Justice: Your love situation has come to an end. People who have a partner will experience an improvement in your relationship. Especially those who aren’t married or have formalized your relationship, since that wedding or that intention to formalize may appear this month. Couples who have recently suffered a distance or a breakup, my cards announce a reconciliation. Others, however, will separate from the couple by mutual agreement, since the relationship has gradually died. For my singles! Your love life is about to change and this month, although we can extend it until January, that dream person will appear to be your future boyfriend/girlfriend.

Health: The Devil, The Strenght: This month you will not feel in top shape and my cards ask to look at the intestines, pancreas and heart. The youngest can suffer from a hormonal problem. If you have the chance, a check-up would be very positive. It’s important to understand this tiredness and give yourself time to rest. It’s a good time to work the mind.

Work: The Hierophant, The Temperance (reversed): Find thoughtful and calm occupations at work. Work on the relationship with colleagues, since there may be an irresponsible person who endangers the work. Responsibility will be essential. The works related to restoration or food will be well aspected.

TAURUS

Love: The Temperance: Your love life will be stable and without great problems. Any discussion or disagreement with your partner will be solved because both of you will work to solve misunderstandings. Some of you can take a little pleasant trip. For my singles: there is a chance to meet someone new somewhere new, be it an open or closed place.

Health: The Tower: Drastic health changes. It’s a warning from the Universe because your body needs attention. Possible physical or moral falls. There is a lot of risk around you and you must be more alert to avoid any accident. The nerves (stress) and the lower back are the most prominent. They also tell me about the kidneys.

Work: The Hanged Man: Bad work time for many of you. There is no motivation to continue working, possibly due to work restrictions or limitations that don’t allow you to demonstrate your potential. The circumstances at work are what they are, but that shouldn't depress you, as it’s temporary. Everything will work out for you, even if things are delayed at the moment. If you are looking for work, an opportunity will appear after a search period.

GEMINI

Love: The Sun: Very good month to enjoy love in any of its forms. Any discussion with your partner or people of your esteem will disappear without effort. It’s a very beautiful month and full of moments to enjoy with those you love the most. However, let you not make a partisan use of your love luck. Remember love contains sharing and mercy among others! Take the time to confess your feelings to your partner, that love interest, and even family or friends. Those of you who are single, it’s a very good month to find a boyfriend/girlfriend.

Health: The Wheel of Fortune: A lot of vitality, strength and energy for all of you who are in good health right now. Those of you who are sick or carry some disease, the letters announce a quick recovery. Be careful with your nerves and any habit or situation that can reduce them and cause anxiety or stress. On the other hand, continue to take care of your diet, since any abuse could reduce you.

Work: The High Priestess (reversed): Prudence with co-workers or your boss. It isn’t a good time to start new projects, since colleagues aren’t about to support your ideas, but quite the opposite. There may be some case of plagiarism. It’s a time of occupational risk, where you can be closely watched by superiors and colleagues. Great caution!

CANCER

Love: The Star: A month in which you must take the opportunity to communicate with your boyfriend/girlfriend. You are one of the most sentimental signs, so take the opportunity to make your feelings and your needs known to your partner. The relationship will be stable throughout the month, but you must work to find that mental affinity that unites you with your partner. The woman in the couple will play a fundamental role this month. Singles can meet someone during a trip or a trip to a place.

Health: The Wheel of Fortune: December should be a quiet and restful period. My cards recommend activities such as meditation, prayer, or yoga. Take the opportunity to connect with yourself and relax. Stress can become your worst enemy this month (much more with all the holidays). In addition, those people who carry a disease follow the same advice, since the improvement will be slower than you would like.

Work: The Death, The Justice: New opportunities in the workplace. Very good ideas for those of you who work with your creativity. Presentations to superiors will be approved. Even seeking partners and expanding the business can be beneficial. Those of you looking for jobs can find one, but effort is key to it.

LEO

Love: The Justice, The Death: My cards tell you about marriage and new relationships. People who have a romantic interest, it’s a good month to propose a love relationship to that person. For stable couples: there is the possibility of marriage proposals or formalizations, although the relationship will be very stable. Yes, there will be positive changes in the love life of all of you. I don’t see you too passionate this month, but I do see you very sure of your feelings.

Health: The Sun, The Tower (reversed): Very good health that suddenly declines. The risks of falls (physical or moral) or accidents are a reality. Be very careful with falls, as they could cause sprains or breaks. Special care with eating during these holidays and with eating too much food that can make you feel bad.

Work: The Judgement: A month where you will feel protected at work. The company, businesses or projects will appear to be protected in a divine way. Some of you can enjoy job promotions during the month of December. However, there are many responsibilities to take care of that can wear you out. Those of you who are looking for work, there is a possibility, but after a lot of searching.

VIRGO

Love: The World, The Magician: For most of you, a cycle ends in your love life and a new one begins. Ready to plant that new seed that can bring you a new love relationship in 2021! Singles must work on your energy to receive a new year full of love. Couples will pass without great ups and downs, since the feelings are reinforced and the relationship has the necessary bases to continue. If any of you think about leaving your partner because you feel that the relationship is dead: it’s time to do it before the end of the year.

Health: The Moon: Anxiety and depression are the main enemies for your health. Work may be influencing your health, so watch your body a little more than usual. Sleeping hours must be respected as well. My cards warn of possible fluid retention and kidney problems. Be careful how you treat your body during these dinner and party times.

Work: The Hanged Man (reversed): There may be unfavorable changes at work for you. Alterations in the workforce, overwork, resignations and sacrifices without remuneration. At least this month. Keep an eye on how you communicate with your colleagues and superiors, as it could lead to problems in the future. Especially with colleagues who could take advantage of your skills and give you some of their work.

LIBRA

Love: The Wheel of Fortune (reversed): A love life full of misunderstandings with your boyfriend/girlfriend during this month. There is someone, possibly a woman, influencing negatively. Calm and honest communication will be essential in solving any problem. Your relationship will be very changeable and the couple may have continuous mood swings. Be careful with taking things for granted. For singles or people who have someone in mind, my cards advise seeking a second opinion before taking the step into a new relationship.

Health: The Emperor: Good health this December. Those of you who are suffering from a health problem, this card announces good recoveries. Although you will have great vitality, it’s advisable to be careful of falls and blows that can affect arms or legs.

Job: The High Priestess: The work you do this month should be focused on the future. The efforts at work will surely be reflected during the next year. Prudence when making employment decisions, there may be delays, and in carrying out new projects that will need prior reflection. There will be positive changes in the future, so work towards your goals. Those of you who don't have a job, you can find one after a while searching (probably in 2021).

SCORPIO

Love: The Hermit: Love will not be with you too much this month, but loneliness is present in your love life. However, take advantage of these days to get to know yourself. Emotional isolation will be positive (especially for singles). For couples there are possible ruptures due to lack of clarity and vision of the future together. It’s a time of little passion in general and of finding what unites you to your couple.

Health: The Star: Good health and vitality. Very good state of mind that will affect your mental health. Don’t seek ulterior motives this month, but be practical and rational. If going somewhere or visiting someone these holidays causes you discomfort, avoid going or maintaining contact with that person. Be careful with your nerves and intestines, since my cards predict excesses of food and drink that can affect you in the future. A medical check-up at the end of the month is a good idea.

Job: The Devil (reversed): Work problems will probably be solved, but you should stay away from gossip. A lot of work, but too hard for you. I feel you unhappy during this month. Don’t look for work advice from family or closest friends, since the solution isn’t there. Talking about work at family dinners isn’t a good idea. Those of you looking for work, this month isn’t a good time, although small paid jobs may appear in black.

SAGITTARIUS

Love: The Tower: Some couples can break up because of cheating or betrayal. Even an argument or a fight with your partner can become a breakup. You must be careful with how you communicate with your couple, as you can cause irreparable damage. The breakup or end of the relationship can be traumatic for some. This isn’t the time to find a partner or start a love relationship because it can end badly.

Health: The Star, The Wheel of Fortune (reversed): Good health at the beginning of the month, but watch out for any emotional or mental ups and downs. Stress or anxiety can become an enemy. Some discomfort of nervous origin or a mood decline may appear. Take care of your mental health and avoid situations that may bother you to these extremes.

Job - The Magician: This month there will be work to do in your workplace. Different job opportunities will appear, whether they are new jobs or projects. However, you need to have a little more initiative and dare to start new things. If you are looking for work, this month you can find it.

CAPRICORN

Love: The Stenght (reversed): You will feel very restless during this month. Possible distrust of your partner that will make you be in a constant state of alert. On the other hand, disagreements with your couple will be very popular. You will not have the same vision of things, even when preparing meetings with the family during these parties or on a sexual level. For singles, someone very cold and of little physical contact may appear.

Health: The Temperance: Moment of balance, harmony and tranquility. It’s a month of carefree and total rest. Lots of vitality and energy that must be used for oneself. It's time to pamper yourself and take care of yourself with something special, be it a treatment for skin, hair, etc. However, don’t fall into negative excesses during the holidays.

Work: The Hierophant (reversed): My cards warn you not to mix work with family or friends. The work should go in a different direction to your relatives, so don’t seek advice from family or friends, as these will not help you as you really need. In addition, my cards warn you of the little companionship you will experience. Peers and superiors can take advantage and give you more work than you really need to do. If irresponsibility comes from you, this attitude can lead you to lose your job. Delays will appear in any labor resolution that may be salary or carrying out projects.

AQUARIUS

Love: The Empress: A month of stability, strength and energy in the couple. You both have the necessary elements for the relationship to work well. If you are looking for a baby, it’s a good month to give it a try. For singles, you can have the opportunity to start a romantic relationship with someone very attractive and with great feminine energy. It attracts many people. However, be careful with that person you are interested in, as they could have a partner without you knowing.

Health - The Wheel of Fortune (reversed): Bone pain, muscle pain, or fibromyalgia. Be careful with falls or blows that can cause fractures! If you are waiting for the result of a medical test, it may be delayed. On the other hand, it’s a good time to connect with our spiritual self and clean those negative tendencies that may be contaminating our interior and connection with your Higher Self.

Job - The Emperor: This month is ideal to carry out action and command work, where you are the leader of a group or a project. It’s a time to work on your relationship with your coworkers and improve your skills to be able to work as a team, as it may be necessary. Collaboration will be critical this month. Be careful those of you who have male bosses!

PISCES

Love: The Justice, The Sun (reversed): My singles can find a partner this month! Especially those who have someone in mind, my cards encourage you to clear doubts and dare. Couples can be living a very good time, where links and formalizations will be the order of the day. The relationship will be stable and without great ups and downs, although you may suffer some easily solvable problems or disappointments.

Health: The Chariot (reversed): My cards talk about foot problems, diabetes, or fluid retention for the next few days. The holidays are approaching and any excess can negatively influence us. Beware of excess food or drink. In addition, it’s important not to forget about our mental health, since some of you could experience some kind of emotional imbalance. You are an externalizing sign, so find those people to talk to.

Work: The Death (reversed): Projects, or work in general, can come to a halt during this month. You may feel like you are wasting your time at your workplace, but remember it’s temporary. If you feel this work regression is haunting you, my cards encourage you to seek a new strategy or, if you have the opportunity, a new job. Those of you looking for work, this month will not appear that opportunity.

#zodiac #horoscope #zodiac signs #universe #december #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #aphro.horoscope

[centipedall]

Mister Lincoln, I presume?

Charlie Smith walked to the edge of the small cliff and looked at the old stone bridge. The thing was older than most of the city’s buildings, and the tales surrounding it were the subject of today’s investigation. It was a seven-foot drop from the cliff down onto the beach peppered with broken bottles, shards of metal, and probably tetanus. She looked downwards and sighed. What she had to do for a good picture. Charlie sat down at the edge before scooting herself off into the spiky pit of disease.

The cliff bent inwards from the top, forming a rather spacious pit that formed one of the city’s biggest populations of homeless. Of course, the sharp bits were more prominent inside than out- partly from the wind blowing in, and partly from the denizens themselves. Also scattered along the floor was Fourth of July apparel. The people, like the ground, were weirdly patriotic. A man was dressed in a tattered tank-top, with flag-patterned socks and a star-and-striped top hat. A woman had a large white winter coat over her bare chest emblazoned with the words “Uncle Sam Wants You!” and a grimacing eagle on the back. Another (almost completely naked) person had a flag wrapped around their head like a turban, and a lot of pennies and flag patches in a circle on the floor around them.

Charlie figured that these people were the best to talk with about the bridge. After all, some of them had spent half a century here. They should have some great stories. Unfortunately, no one looked like they wanted to illuminate her. Well, a couple twenties (provided by the website, of course) should fix that.

“Hey! Any of y’all want some easy money? You just gotta answer me a few questions ‘bout that bridge.” Charlie drawled.

Most of the people glared at her. A few went so far as to give her the middle finger. One old man whispered some unfortunate words under his breath. All in all, it was a tough crowd.

“I’ll help out, ma’am. There’s actually some pretty interesting stuff on the underside. Come on, walk with me.” The nude in the turban stood up and started walking. This was met with a chorus of displeasure.

“Jesus, Rick, don’t be an asshole.”

“Boo!”

“Don’t come crying to me when She gets mad.”

Charlie started to follow this Rick guy, but she felt someone grab her arm. A young man looked up at her. He opened and closed his mouth several times before actually speaking.

“Uh, miss, you sh-should, uh, take this. I-I’m s-sorry for bothering you. Please don’t be mad.” The kid held a penny out in front of her. Charlie wrested her arm from his grip and walked away.

“No! Wait, uh, oh g-god, I’m so sorry for y-y-yelling. Please, miss. P-please take it.” The kid seemed to be on the verge of crying.

“Alright, guy. Don’t get mad, okay? See? I’m taking the penny.” She slowly took it from him and put it in her pocket. She took a few steps back, then rushed to Rick, who was standing almost under the bridge.

“So, Rick, what’s so special? I don’t see anything money-worthy.”

“Oh, you can only see it directly underneath the bridge. Come on, follow me.” The man disappeared into the shadows under the bridge.

Charlie hesitated for a moment before following him.

The first thing Charlie noticed was the strange feeling. It was like cold metal was constantly running up and down between all of her muscles. The second thing she noticed was that everything around was dark, although she could still see things in a couple foot radius. Rick stood next to her, and he was hard to look at. In fact, anything that wasn’t obscured by darkness was uncomfortable to see. It was like every color was subtly altered in a way that hurt her eyes. She felt like she had spent the whole morning inside, only coming out at noon.

Squinting her eyes, Charlie said, “Rick? What’s happening? Are- are you seeing this?” She started to back away from him.

He laughed and said, “Pretty interesting, right?” The chuckling abruptly stopped, followed by an alert, “Wait, stay. She’s almost here.”

After the sentence ended, a scraping, metallic noise emanated from in front of them. It was a horrendous sound, like thousands of nails scraping along the marble floor. The noise got closer and closer, until Charlie wanted to collapse with her hands over her ears. Then, it encircled them, the noise buffeting Charlie from all angles. Finally, it ended in front of them. And the solemn copper face of Abraham Lincoln- top hat and all- emerged from the shadows.

As the rest of his upper body revealed itself, Charlie busted out laughing. Jesus. All that tension just for some guy in a Lincoln suit? She would’ve been angry about the waste of time, but this was just too good of a punchline.

“Ok friend. Thanks for the laugh, but you’re not getting the money. If you’ll excuse me, I gotta go find someone else who’ll gimme a better story. Unless you and your buddy got some good folklore?”

“Lincoln” continued to come out of the darkness. The head rose up to a good eight feet above the ground, and the massive copper chest showed. The arms seemed to be around six feet long. Against the relatively proportionate head and chest, they made quite the impact. The bottom of its chin dropped out, revealing a toothless mouth of wet gums and a long tongue. Drool dripped onto the floor.

“What… Is… How…” Charlie stammered, before coalescing her thoughts into “The fuck?”

“Here you go, madame.” Rick said, before tossing one of the flag patches to the thing.

“Excellent. And what is your payment, miss?” The copper behemoth’s voice was high and feminine, and seemed to emanate from its tongue.

“Payment? What do you mean? Wait, Rick, where are you going?”

“See ya, ma’am.” He chuckled to himself and walked out of the shadows.

Charlie started to follow him, but Lincoln swerved in front of her with surprising speed. One of the arms drifted towards her, causing Charlie to backpedal.

“Stay now. I need payment. An egg or a strip of clothing, perhaps.” The eyes of the statue stared a good couple of feet above her.

Oh god, an egg? Like, a breakfast egg or the other kind? Charlie shuddered and felt bile building in her throat. She quickly tore a piece off her shirt. “Here. Here you go. Can I go?”

“No, I don’t want your second skin! I want your clothing!”

“But… this is… what?” Charlie’s voice trailed off.

“Shall I have to keep you until you produce an egg? For shame, to be unprepared. And may I say, you are not showing much deference towards your first Lord.” The thing sounded a little offended in a patronizing way. “He did create your beautiful country. Um-Air-Ika, yes?”

“I’m… sorry? Are you talking about George Washington?”

“Bah! I won’t fall for your tricks! That man was merely a pretender to the first Lord’s throne! Alas, him and his barons had to usurp Abraham's palace with their spiteful treachery! Thankfully, his twin Carver threw him out- with the help of my Hypogaean siblings. Truthfully, the Court had their own plans for that day. I do thank them for implanting Kenny. He did good with reaching our brothers of the Æther. If only they could pull him down from the moon, his barony would start behaving, I tell you that!” The thing snapped out of her tirade and tittered. “How now brown cow, you won’t get me distracted so easily!”

“What are you talking about?” Charlie had lost all fear to the onset of confusion.

“Enfantés these days! Here, let me show you!” It retracted into the darkness for a moment, only to come back with a thick, tattered book between its hands.

“Peer, and become educated!” It shouted… pridefully?

Charlie walked up to the book. It was covered in dried mud, and had many pages torn out. The thing pointed to a page with pictures of the presidents, with their time in office printed under each picture.

“See? Now, this book caters to the Pretender, so it shows him first. However, we all know that Lord Lincoln was the first one. And here. Kenny on the moon, and his barons below him.” It pointed to JFK before gesturing at the presidents that came after him.

Then, it flipped through the pages, first showing her a picture of Benjamin Franklin, then one of an astronaut- probably Armstrong. “Look! I have exclusive pictures of the Pretender’s chief wizard- you know, the one who invented the Frenchman-Powered Juggernaut and bifocals. What a shame he killed Tesla. Now that man, he was an excellent ambassador and wizard. His death ray was just charming! Ooh! I also have a picture of Kenny taken during his exile on the moon! Oh, how sad it is.”

Suddenly, the thing dropped the book. “Wait, I forgot to show you my style! Oh, look upon it, how beautiful it is!”

The thing quickly moved, becoming much closer to Charlie’s body. Then, it curved around her. Charlie saw that, instead of legs, it had a long, thick, wet, ophidian tail that reminded her of intestines. Stuck to the tail were thousands of pennies, almost covering it. The tail went off into the darkness, with no signs of stopping.

“Yeah, that’s, uh, nice, I guess. I like how it’s… covered in pennies?”

“I prefer the term eggs. It’s scientifically accurate. Slang absolutely disgusts me.”

“I’m sorry? Did you say eggs? Wait a second, wait a second.” Charlie dug in her pockets for pennies. She only found one, and showed it to the creature.

“Is this good?”

“Oh, how delightful! Here, give it to me!” Lincoln stretched out a hand.

Charlie tentatively dropped it in its palm, and asked, “So, I can go now, right?”

“Oh yes, dearie, you can leave.”

Charlie started to walk away, then stopped and looked back at the creature. “Actually, one more thing. What would’ve happened if I didn’t give you my pen- uh, egg?”

“Well, dear, I would’ve just kept talking to you until you birthed one! Or I became impatient and retrieved one from within you. I don’t know where they are stored, so I might’ve had to root around in there for a while.”

Charlie paled, took a few steps, and was back out of the shadows. She shuddered as her body returned to normal, then quickly strode towards the encampment. Rick was gonna get a piece of her mind.

“Hey Rick, you asshole!” She yelled. The man walked away from his spot and looked at her.

“Why did you leave me in there? And what was that?”

“We aren’t sure, ma’am. And you said you wanted a story.” He gave her a big, goofy, genuine grin. Oh.

“I’m sorry for yelling, Rick. I thought you were being… well, whatever. But that thing was dangerous. I could’ve died.”

“Don’t worry ma’am. We were gonna go in with some iron if you weren’t out in a bit.”

“Iron? What does that do?” She asked.

“Haven’t you ever heard the stories?” He looked at her with incredulity.

“Uh, I guess not. Listen, I have to go. How can I get out of here?” She said.

“It’s on the other side of the bridge!” He smiled.

“Oh fuck me.”

When Charlie got home, she quickly wrote up the story. Rick wasn’t wrong. It was certainly interesting. Her boss loved it too. He was going to put it in the fiction section, but he was proud of her for expanding into fiction. In fact, he wanted her to write more!

Unfortunately, for whatever reason, the story was pulled back and scrapped. Her boss told her they had no control over it, and gave her some money in condolence. Meanwhile, the bridge was quickly and quietly dismantled over the course of a night. When the next heavy rain came down, thousands of pennies were washed down the riverbed. As well as the copper head of Abraham Lincoln, pierced with iron.

#city slickers #da collector.....

[gofancyninjaworld]

Meta: What rough beast slouches to be born?

Right, webcomic chapter 125 has raised quite a few questions about cyborgs and I purposely left it aside. Until now.  I’m sorry for the length, but I’m only allowed one ‘readmore’. :(

What we knew

Many moons ago for us, 9 or so weeks ago for them, Genos showed up at Saitama’s doorstep like a refugee from another world, telling a tale of destroyed towns, rampaging cyborgs, and desperate revenge quests.   It’s seemed rather far-fetched, particularly as not much has happened on that front.   Over the course of the story, we’ve had little bits of independent corroboration about the veracity of his story.  The town that he was born in was definitely erased from the map.  Yes, a cyborg is wanted in connection with the incident. 

But where is that guy? Does it have anything to do with the powered suit-flogging cyborgs seen early on the series? Does it have anything to do with the ‘glimpse behind the scenes’ chapter the manga offered us with Drive Knight (but no context as to how that glimpse fitted into the wider story)?  Come to that, where are all the cyborgs?

To start with, there are a lot of cyborgs of various sorts in OPM.  Quite a few moons ago, I wrote a bit about them, drawing a distinction between those who used parts to replace lost function and those who looked at it as a change of identity: “Is the Organization a Claw Analogue?”

 Chapter 125 has been surprisingly good about confirming some of what I surmised about cyborgs, but it’s brought some very good additional information!  On we go!

There are cyborgs; and then there are Cyborgs

Our ambassador through the world of cyborgs is new Neo Hero recruit Koko (Solitude), who modified his body for the world of cyborg fighting, only he was a little too successful and no one would bet on him.  We see him scanning various people and passing commentary on them.

The first to give him serious pause is Webigaza, who lost six months of life to getting her body modifications done -- no wonder she’s pissed off that her rival has self-destructed in the interim.

Koko is shaken by her having 71% of her body modified.

obsessive determination is terrifying to look at

Percentage body modification of the sort Koko is used to seeing, 30% maximum, you can do right here right here and now.  It’s equivalent to losing a leg and most of the other. Here and now, we can also do brain implants to control tremors or fits or some neurological conditions,  replace part of the heart, spine fusions, quite a few bits and pieces.  The sort of modifications Koko is used to seeing are very functional ones that make sense for someone looking to get an edge in fighting for money.  They’re also along the lines of what we’ve seen with One-Shotter or Death Gatling.

If you lose and replace all four limbs, that's 50% of your body modified. While quadruple amputees unfortunately exist IRL,  I don’t know if anyone has had the kind of money, physical fitness and pure grit to do that.  Nevertheless it’s not technically impossible. 60% sounds about right before you're now looking at breaking into the more vital parts of your body.  The point at which the risk involved just can't be justified in terms of restoring function or health. I’m emphasising that because I’m going to come back to this point.   He’s shaken because modifications that extensive aren’t about simply gaining an edge; they’re being willing to exchange serious bodily harm for serious power.  It says a lot about who Webigaza is.

Within the Hero Association, I think we do know a hero round about that 60% mark.  Jet Nice Guy comes to mind.  He sports an armored exterior, powerful artificial limbs (which will need internal reinforcement to not just rip up his body), but his innards are all human. After the way he started to bleed out after Nyan slashed him, I realised that the reason it looked like intestines when the Deep Sea King ripped him open is because they were... >.<  Sorry, dude. 

the worst of both worlds -- too modified to have an easy life, still too weak to deal with the real monsters that exist

Scary enough, but then the security staff come in to stop the kerfuffle that Koko and his buddy, Mars Leo, were causing.  Koko scanned them and was stunned into horror:

as disciplined and ruthless a pair of killers as you could never hope to lay eyes on.  Definitely not frothing at the mouth, these two!

These two have modified themselves so extensively they’re almost inhuman. 94, 95% body modification is equivalent to having only 3.5 - 4.2 kg of live mass left assuming an original live mass of 70 kg.  And, if the similar naming convention didn’t tip you off to it, it’s around the sort of hyper-extensive modification we see Genos having. [See under the readmore for a first-principles estimation I did a long time ago.]  Maybe Drive Knight too if he’s a cyborg.   What kind of power have they exchanged their human bodies for?  What kind of people are willing to do that to themselves? Koko is very sure that he does NOT want to know.

When he tells you who he is, believe him

That’s dating advice often given to ladies overlooking obvious red flags  but it goes with great force in OPM. ONE has characters tell us who they are early on, even if it doesn’t mean anything to us for a long time. 

And he’s had Genos be a particularly straightforward and truthful character.  He doesn’t always interpret things correctly, but he says it exactly as he sees it.  Looking at the way the high percentage cyborgs we’ve met thus far either be very inhuman looking or completely disguised as regular human beings,  he’s chosen an appearance that puts both his humanity and mechanical nature on display.

Something that the chapter has brought up that I've kept saying to people on the Discord and on Reddit: there is no medically justifiable reason for Genos to have a body as modified as he does.   Which Genos TELLS US for fuck’s sake.  His giant wall of text is a synopsis, no more and no less.

When he says that “...I asked Professor Kuseno to perform a procedure to modify my body. Then I was reborn as a cyborg for justice...”  (Viz)  “...I begged Dr Stench (sic) to transform me into a cyborg and I was reborn as a cyborg who fights for justice...” (Boon scanslations, who copied verbatim whoever did the webcomic version). It’s nothing to do with health.  Feel free to have whatever headcanons you like, but please don’t confuse them with the story.

But it doesn’t end there.  I look at Destro and Erimin and realise that there’s another perfectly truthful statement that’s been staring us in the face.

Genos knows. Why would he ask a mechanical engineer who uses a wearable battle suit and pilots armed drones to modify his body, let alone modify it to such an insane degree?  Because he knows that Dr Kuseno knows how to build cyborgs like the one who destroyed his town.

We don’t know if Destro and Erimin have any responsibility for the destroyed town, but someone of their ilk does.   Which brings us to a third nakedly truthful statement. When Genos talks of not believing that he could be defeated by anything other than the rampaging cyborg, he’s not anticipating winning because he’s suicidal.  It’s because he’s aware that if he’s throwing rock, so too is his enemy: mutual annihilation is the best he can hope for.

At least until he met Saitama. And started to hope for not mutual destruction, but victory (check the difference in chapter 108 of the webcomic).

a world away from the attitude of mutually-assured destruction he started with.

Stepping away from the text a bit, it casts a different light on why he’s been so desperate to learn from Saitama. Learning Saitama's secret is his balance-breaker. He wants something other than rock, that is guaranteed to smash whatever rock his enemy might throw.    But that’s not all there is.   As Garou said, once he discovered Blue Fire’s flamethrower, once you know how a freakish weapon works, you know it.  Any edge a new weapon might give Genos is liable to be studied and replicated  (see how quickly Dr Kuseno was able to reverse engineer and adapt the principles of G-4′s curving energy beams).   But Saitama’s strength is unphysical: no matter how closely you inspect his body, you can never relate the physicality of Saitama’s body to the power he can generate.  That unphysicality, that’s what Genos wants too.   It also puts in context why he’s been so fascinated by psychic power and wants to learn it if at all possible.

neat trick, I’ll take two!  Genos dodging G4′s beams in chapter 38, and putting the principle of them to good use in chapter 120

And finally, since in his world, knowledge is literally power, it gives yet another layered reason Genos is so determined to keep anyone else from becoming Saitama’s disciple.  If they learn his secret too, then the advantage he seeks will be lost.  (that it doesn’t work quite that way for Saitama is a fact for us to enjoy and for him to find out).

Nothing is as scary as a human being

Nothing is as scary as a human being is one of the things that Reigen says to Tome on occasion. It’s in full force in OPM.  Monsters may be strong, but they all live in the now.  Only a human being could have put together the Monster Association.   When it comes to cyborgs, their abilities may be inhuman but their thoughts, imaginations, morals and appetites are all 100% human.   It’s a terrifying combination.

There’s something I missed when I likened The Organization to a Claw Analogue. In Mob Psycho 100, the protagonists are children and they're fighting an organisation made up of over-grown children -- adults who have refused to grow up. In One-Punch Man, the protagonists are adults and the bad humans in the story are very much adults too.   With calculated cruelty and depravity to match. When The Organization bares its claws for real, this is going to get so brutal.

If Genos has not been standing still, then neither has his enemy.  From the manga, even if we hold Drive Knight blameless and independent of all this mess, his besting Nyan told us that cyborgs can indeed come crazy-strong and highlighted how much more work Genos had yet to do. It also highlighted how very clever and calculating cyborgs can be -- well, they’re human, duh!  If I was worried for his prospects then,  in the webcomic, Genos is nowhere near as psychologically, physically or emotionally ready as his manga version is.   And the guys who look to be his enemies aren’t going to be cutting him any slack.   They’re very real.  They’re not mad.  And they’re closer than he ever imagined.

Fighting monsters is barely adequate preparation for whatever it is that’s to come.

Whenever Genos gets dragged into whatever it is those cyborgs are up to  -- or runs into it, since he claims he’s still hunting the rampaging cyborg -- ‘rough’ doesn’t begin to describe it.

Extra Stuff

Edited from an answer I gave on Reddit to the question of how much of Genos was still organic about 2 years ago.  It’s unexpectedly relevant!

Short answer: by mass, under 10% , assuming he would have weighed  approximately 70 kg. By function, quite a bit.

 The long answer.

I’m going to write this starting from what is most readily observable and readily inferred to the least. In appreciation of this being a work of fiction that treats physical laws lightly, I too am taking a more-or-less approach and will keep technical terms to a minimum. I'm also not a medic and I don't play one on TV -- assume generous hand-wavium. Items in {curly brackets} are incidental notes you can skip.

Level 0: Canonically observable.  The least controversial observation is that Genos does have an organic brain. Genos does not live in a lab, but is able to live largely independently, including being able to eat whatever he likes with no ill-effect. Not just that, but he lives an active and hard-fighting life that appears to do him no permanent harm (I will return to this in a few paragraphs).  What can we take from this?

Edit: There is also ONE’s initial settings for Genos, which I quote here from the Hero Data Book

ONE: There's no need to visit Dr. Kuseno's place every time when his wrist break down, because he got his own spare parts at hand. Dr Kuseno's Lab is there In case for a big reparation job, a drastic upgrade or an examination.

It’s tempting to think that because we see that he definitely has a brain that’s all there is – the brain in a jar phenomenon, so to speak. Something a lot of people miss is that the spinal cord proper isn’t optional either -- it’s a core part of the central nervous system.  Spinal cords are a lot shorter than most people think they are, averaging 12 inches long for women and 15 inches for men.  The rest are nerve processes that can be cut and will regrow (within limits). We’re also happy to allow for nerves and their endings -- there must be an interface for the prosthetics so they're under the fine voluntary control that we see. However, that’s not all that there can be. The Cartesian mind-body duality is completely wrong when it comes to physiology. Our brains are intimately bound with our bodies and our bodies with our brains. So what does one need?

Level 1: Perfusion. This is the most obvious one. Without a blood supply providing oxygen, glucose and removing waste products from our brains, we have 4-5 seconds of consciousness available, 2-3 minutes in which we can escape brain damage and 8-10 minutes in which not to die. So, number one is a reliable blood supply.  Absolutely necessary therefore are a means of generating the various blood cells, perfusing and distributing them and disposing of damaged cells (red blood cells have a lifespan of 1-2 months). While not as acutely important, a self-sustaining blood supply is also the basis of a functioning immune system.  It's a bit of an oops moment when your super-killer cyborg catches a cold and dies.

Accordingly, bone marrow is essential as a source of hematopoietic (blood-forming) stem cells. A suitably reduced blood vessel and lymphatic vessel system is also needed to run the blood where it needs to go. {An awesome feature of living beings is that new blood vessels will be recruited to where they need to go and redundant branches pruned back, a process known as vascular remodelling}. A reduced liver and possibly spleen will be needed to appropriately destroy worn out blood cells. At least one functional kidney, in the role of producing the hormone erythropoietin, without which red blood cells will not be formed. Not essential: a heart and lungs, which he definitely doesn't have. How much blood is needed?  I’ll come to that answer once we’ve tallied how much body is needed.

Additionally, since part of perfusion is getting rid of metabolic waste, a liver and kidney will be absolutely indispensable.  

Level 2: Homoeostasis. A living organism has a very narrow range in which its internal environment, such as oxygen saturation, temperature, pH (acidity or alkalinity) amongst other things can vary without harm.

There are around 40 or so hormones, the signalling molecules that keep us going as functional concerns, regulating such things as blood pressure, salt/water balance, available energy, sleep cycle, body temperature, mood, immune system... the list goes on. Each has a stupid number of secondary functions and interacts with others in a ludicrous number of ways (note highly scientific language). Their levels vary and change on the order of seconds to hours. It's a good job that the main organiser of homoeostasis, the hypothalamus, is part of the brain. {Incidentally, this is why a brain-dead cadaver cannot be kept ‘alive’ on life support indefinitely – everything falls out of sync and eventually to pieces.} To do this artificially is to have your cyborg never leave the lab: if you're not constantly monitoring and adjusting levels, then they will die. Fortunately, as mentioned, a living, functional brain has the control network needed to keep everything working without the extensive and expensive effort. Just add air, water and food (in that priority).

At this point, we've already met most of the organs needed to maintain homoeostasis in their capacity of maintaining a blood supply. We need to add some bone, not just to serve as a niche (living environment) for the bone marrow and its stem cells mentioned previously but as a source and sink for minerals, the adrenal glands and the thyroid gland. Finally, one must not forget pancreatic islets -- or it'll be for nothing as he goes into a diabetic coma.

Level 3: Energy.   Speaking of food, a brain needs essential fatty acids for turnover and lots and lots of glucose for energy. It’s entirely possible to supply nutrients as total parenteral nutrion (TPN for short).  People whose digestive systems have completely failed get individually formulated TPN solutions, which requires that they spend several hours a day feeding it into their blood supply. Not something we see Genos do.  And yes, you heard it here: not everyone poops, but everyone sure as hell pees.  While a brain only weighs about 1.5 kg, it uses up about 500 calories a day as glucose, so 700 ish calories a day should suffice for all the needs of his live mass. This bears no relationship to the amount of food we see Genos put away on occasion. Why hasn’t he wrecked his liver in a matter of weeks? The answer would appear to lie in the artificial digestive system Dr. Kuseno has given him which turns food into biofuel. It must be patched into a feedback loop which allows it to only supply what’s physiologically necessary at any given time. Lucky for some!

Level 4: So how much body does that add up to exactly?  Nothing says you have to keep the necessary organs and blood vessel network the same size. With only a 1.5 kg brain to support, many can be shrunk a good 50% if not more. A total living mass of 7 kg would be quite feasible. We know from organ-on-a-chip experiments (and from unfortunate people who have lost part of their organs) that provided the essential architecture of the tissue is respected, they will work fine. Nothing says you have to keep them in the same place as the original organs were -- you can encapsulate it all in a can and shorten the nerves serving the organs to a more rational, manageable length. It's nice and compact and can be protected as heavily as the brain is.

Now we’re in a position to answer how much blood Genos has. There are about 70 ml of blood per kilogram of body weight, so at ~ 7 kg, we’re talking about 500 ml of blood. For comparison, the typical 70 kg person has 5 litres of blood. Why does this matter?  Because it allows us to answer a question many may be curious about: how often does Genos get hurt?

The answer is: Almost Never. With so little body, and with most of that body consisting of aptly named vital organs, even small injuries can turn catastrophic in no time.  Genos will bleed out with around 150 ml of blood loss, which is less than half of what is donated in a typical blood donation.  Horrible and dramatic as the smashes he gets into are, it’s more akin to a Formula 1 race car tumbling end over end and catching fire, only for the driver to walk out unscathed.  His cyborg parts are replaceable and can be sacrificed to protect what’s irreplaceable if need be.

#OPM #cyborg #Genos #meta #ONE hides things in plain sight #because they don't make sense until they do

[feliix]

BTS KINKS BASED ON A BAD ASTROLOGY READING

So here's the thing, could I have gone and done an in-depth kink reading based on astrology? Absolutely. But to be honest, that's not fun. As a leo sun AND moon (yes, I know what you’re thinking but I literally can not control it I’m SO sorry) I physically can not make a BTS kink post and be serious about it. I picked up the WORST astrology book that I could find and made these outlandish claims based on this book and this book alone. I know this post is bad, okay, but that’s part of the fun. 

Disclaimer: This is in no way kink shaming anyone or saying that any member actually has said kink/fetish. Sometimes it's just fun to put little astrology puzzle pieces together (that probably do not go together btw) and make some rash claims, just for my own entertainment. Also, I like to make jokes, and that's literally what this post is. My humor may not translate well to the internet so I figure I would make it black and white here, this is A JOKE. Anyway, please enjoy this kinky BTS astrology post that no one asked for.

JIN

Ok every one of these i see about jin has something to do with food but NOT ME

The stars say that Jin has an impregnation fetish of some sort

His cancer mars and cap venus just speaks to me folks

He really just wants to knock somebody up and I would let him

YOONGI

There are lots of things that I wanna say here but

Pisces rules the feet and Yoongi is a pisces

I’m sosososo sorry to expose you like this Yoongi but it needed to be said I’m soRRY

HOSEOK

Hobi has an aquarius sun and mars, which rules the legs

Aqua is also ruled by uranus so… insert uranus joke here

ANYWAY

Actually I can’t come up with anything better

Hobi wants to put it in your butt

That's that on that moving on

NAMJOON

So Joon is a virgo which rules the intestines and a cancer mars which rules the stomach

What I’m trying to say is Namjoon probs has a size kink of some sorts

Going further into detail, he likes seeing the bulge in your lower abdomen while fucking (mhm ladies thats right) 

He wants to rearrange your guts

 hate that saying but it works so well here I had to 

JIMIN

Jimin is a libra, which rules the kidneys

His mars is in scorpio (which rules the reproductive organs and organs of elimination)

You know where this is going..don’t you

Dare I say...water sports

He has a thing for pee.

These planets are in just the right spots to make me conclude Jimin is a fan of a good ole golden shower once in a while

Honestly, I didn’t even look into whether he likes giving or receiving it but my gut is telling me he's the pee-er and not the pee-ee

Jimin baby I am so sorry to do you dirty like this the stars told me to pls pls pls don’t be mad its just a joke ily

TAEHYUNG

Okay LISTEN

Everyone that knows me (ok probs not everyone but) knows I believe Kim Taehyung has a THING for feet through and through

But here's the realization my wonderful friend (@honeymoonjin​) helped me come to the other day

This man doesn't have any old foot fetish per-say, its an exhibitionist foot fetish

Yep folks that's right he gets off to the idea of people looking at his feet

TBH I really don’t know with this one but the notion of him always wanting to be bare foot just confirms my theory goodnight

JUNGKOOK

Last but definitely not least

Virgo sun with a scorpio mars (I talked about what they ruled somewhere up there)

My conclusion is that he has a thing for cum-play

I don't even know if that's the right name for it

ANYWAYS

he likes to cum anywhere on your body that isn't your...you know

I know this one is the furthest reach (astrologically speaking) but I literally ran out of ideas give me a break

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