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fox-the-artist-fruit-canid · 3 months

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Tears of a broken promise

They were currently at the port they were reunited to say goodbye to eachother before they go into their respective misions,the ambience was tense in betwen the two o them they hadn´t talked since the discussion that they had last night.

He was nervous not dearing to speak as he waited for his elder brother to at least say something not receiving any answer he was going to speak,when suddenly a warm embrace took him by surprise.

The elder one was hugging him tighly almost making him suffocate hiting a bit his older brothers back to idicate that it was enough to wich he let go letting him breathe.

''what got to you so suddenly?''

He asked looking to his brother who to his surprise had a warm but wide smile in his face smile he hadn't seen in a really long time,not since their other family members passed away.

''im just a bit happier than this last days thats all''

Said the older before ruffling his fluff or rather hair making him chuckle he hadn´t seen him this energic and overall happy since a long while it almost felt off,but he wasn´t going to question it at least not now.

''if you say so''

Claimed the younger one as he just stared at his old brother hearing a 'ejem' coming from behind him looking at a certain masked irken that came with him just to make sure he didn't lated much.

''are you two done over there?''

Questioned the masked one looking at them with a deadpan expresion that could be senced troughout the plastic mask.

Both looked at eachother him looking more melancholic felling like he should say something but his brother moved before he could say something,moving towards the masked irken who looked a bit paniked at the sudden aproach.

''what are you-hmph!''

He had almost no time of reaction before he was hugged with such force he was even lifted off the floor hitting the taller one´s back to indicate he was suffocating under his grasp,the older one let go afther laughing abit as the other recovered from the bear hug.

The older one really had no reason to do that but he still did,the younger one weanwhile also laughed at this scene looking as the masked irken recovering and sending a dead stare at his brother as if they were enemies to wich his brother only smirked amused.

''Mis hurry up! we have to go!''

Soon the taller one was called an female irken with a lizard like apearence was calling him to come as she moved some samll metalic boxes inside the spceship.

''thats my call…looks like is time to say goodbye''

Said the taller one as the other two noded,he smiled at them before going for another hug,strange comming of him that he was very touchy that day since he usually disliked fisical touch.

This time he hugged both of them softly in diference to before,the younger one corresponded aswell as the masked one afther a couple of seconds.

''take care you two,ok?''

Was what he said before letting go off them,he patted both of their heads a bit to the disgust off he masked one who pushed his hand grumbling to wich the taller one only giggled.

''MIS!''

The taller one was going to say something but the angry scream of the irken of before made him jump and turn around to shout aswell.

''coming!''

An unamed planet were irk had an still operating investigation center or that was till they sent an almost screaming help mensage to the central,so a small rescue team was sent in case it was a trap.

he waved at them as he was leaving smiling brigtly,both waved back,the younger one left things unsaid but if they saw again maybe they could talk it out,but he couldn´t help but have a bad felling about this.

They had been traveling since a couple days now,the travel was about to end as they were aproaching the destination.

The rescue was more regarding the investigation that was on that rather small investigation center of the desertic planet than to rescue the investigators and scientist of the place.

Cruel maybe,but at this point they couldn´t risk it this was one of the last investigation centers hidden away and that was far away from irk and wich was still accesible.

The rescue team consisted of 5 memebers 2 elite pilots,an mechanic,an exterminator and a rebelious xeltrian,quite a weird combination if things had to be said.

Once they were on close proximity off the planet they were warned by the pilots as a call to be ready for the landing were their mission will start.

They landed safely afther that,once on the sanded ground of the planet he felt an rather agonaizing pinch on his neck almost like it was a burning red needle being puntured on his neck.

It wasn´t the first time he felt that kind of pain that came associated with the fact of now being part of the xeltrian hive mind,but he thought this signal probably came from amber the xeltrian that was with them.

But due to no signal of life outside it was obvious something went wrong and they had no time left and due to the abcent of any form of ship they probably escaped given the oportunity or the one´s that could.

Soon he learned he was wrong in thinking the signal came from amber.

They aproached to the base prepared for the worst since once close they could see the base rather dismanteled like they tried to get everything to get out of the planet as fast as posible.

Ignoring this they decided to enter the base looking around in watch of survivors for now only finding corpses some under fallen debry,something truly went wrong in there.

Once they reached the center and most important part of the investigation center they found with horror that everything was destroyed leaving nothing of research behind everything was destroyed.

He couldn´t help but curse under his breath as he saw this mass destruccion and bodys of all the scientist and researchers being trown everywhere some even hanging above their heads.

All their reasearch was gone but maybe there were still something to save,as they started to look around in watch of something they could save they had no clue they weren´t alone in fact being watched.

Saeri his cousin and the mechanic of the team soon in one of the corpses found an ipad that was mayorly intact only having a cracked screen.

''hey! found something''

''what is it?''

''its an ipad it has the screen cracked but it seems intact''

''good…if we can´t find anything else we'll take that and leave''

Was their converstion as he still looked for anything else they could safe meanwhile amber guarded atentive to any sort of danger.

As saeri got the ipad out of the body´s hands a sudden but low growl only him and amber heard made act of presence they got pale as they also received a transmission trhough their flagella.

They weren´t abble to warn saeri before a rank 4 xeltrian ran straiaght towards her,even if saeri reacted fast and shielded herself with an arm,what she didn´t take in count was that the xeltrian riped a part of her arm off.

She let out a loud pained scream as she fell to the ground with only a part of her now dislocated arm left as the other one was being swalowed by the monster known by the name the silent death.

Amber attacked knocking off balnce the rather more small xeltrain in coparicion taking saeri in her arms and runing being followed by him short afther since he had to make sure they had a way to distract that beast.

He closed doors and halls to try and slow down the rank 4 who started following them opening and opening gate afther gate and door afther door with only brute force.

Amber and saeri ran out fisrt being followed by mis who had closed the principal gate of the base which was more resistent and will take a while to destroy.

''someone has to distract it''

Said amber kinda the obvious somethng had to entertrain the rank 4 so that the others could go safely back to irk.

''im going to,i know how…''

Sighted mis prepared to sacrifice himself for the safety of the others,upon hearing this saeri tried to go down of amber´s arms but amber hold on tight.

''no! were not letting you here!''

''…it´s the only way…im sorry…''

Were mis words with a heavy heart as he loocked at the gate as shounds of broken metal were heard from the inside of the base.

''amber go now the rank 4 won´t late that much on reaching and breking the frontal gate…''

Amber only noded as saeri was still triying to get of her arms as this happened,amber started runing with saeri on her arms going far quickly.

''NO! MIS!''

Was the onle thing he could hear saeri sayas they went away sighting a bit sad,he took out his weapon and shot it staright onto the floor on a specific place.

He could hear a 'pip!' come from the sand as the floor now iluminated with tiny blue doted lights that blinked quickly making some sort of patern.

Now his gaze was taken quickly by the sound of the frontal gate being hit repeadly with extreme strenght being slowly but surely open seing as the blades of the rank 4 pierced the door.

His heart rate was speeding up fast almost feeling as if his heart will jump of his chest knowing the iminent death aproaching not by the rank 4 itself but by the mines he just activated.

The inside of his head was a disaster full of thoughts,regrets,with fond and bad memories,feelings and emotions,as he most likely was seing his life pass before his eyes.

Even if he didn´t realice at first due to feeling numb his shaking legs betrayed him making him fall on his knees being unable to get up,he experienced this kind of fear before and he didn´t like it in the bare minimum.

In his trys to calm down he inhaled and exahaled all the air in his body,now a bit more prepared his flagella wen out transmiting a signal to amber before starting a soft signal to the rank 4.

Said rank 4 went out trowing the gate down and finally coming out with a blood chiling roar,he walked out slowly now facing him it´s eyes full of hunger and anger,it growled at him as it received the signal he was sending.

Both looked at each other eye to eye with a firce glare,but one of their gazes softens and looks lost into the void of the sunrising sky.

He was sorry,really sorry,he once again broke the promise he made to her sister before she departed that he would be there for his brothers.

Now he was about to leave this world wich meant leaving take his only alive brother left behind…

Bitter tears fell off his face as he forced a smile into his facial expresion,he was sorry for everything he was sorry for absolutly everything,he was sorry…

At the sound off a last 'pip!' from the mines,the rank 4 charged at all its speed preparing its claws to decapiatate him,he was ready.

''saeri!''

afther that it all turned white.

They were close to reaching the ship in fact she could see it from a distance,saeri wasn´t cooperative still trying to jump off her arms and finally being abble to when she stoped runing when a transmision hit her

''we have to go back!''

''saeri no!''

''we can´t leave him! not like this!''

''saeri he´s gone!''

She stops her path upon hearing this slowly turning towards her,saeris face was covered in tears that rolled down her face non stop.

''i know…yet we have to try…''

Before she could continue walking or letting her answer something a loud boom was heard from the distance both seing a fire and smoke structure formed in the distance were the investiation center used to be.

She acted fast runing towards saeri and tackled herto the floor using her body as a shield in counter of the electromacnetic shockwave that followed.

But as spectated nothing just nothing,a great pair of metters they found the dead body of the rank 4 complitly destroyed and in another couple of meters they found the only thing left of him.

Once done they watched in horror as there was nothing but smoke left the truth making itself evident it was all nothing more than ashes now.

As they were back they watched for anything that could signal he had survived somehow,this hope being unrealistic and nothing more than a dream.

His PAK was still mildly intact but it was unfunctional completly shut down,upon this decovery a pained and deep in sorrow scream from saeri was heard meters away as bitter tears fell from both off their faces.

''making a hole in the floor wont make them come back faster…''

He truly was gone.

Back on irk he awaited kinda inpatient walking left and right as he awaited for the ship to return at the port,yet he wasn´t alone like last time being acompained by his masked companion.

''i know,i know,im just nervous''

Was their short conversation as the awaited moment finally arrived the ship in were his brother and cousin departed had arrived afther a week since he returned to irk.

He went as close as posible waiting impatient hoping to see his brother again seing as the ship landed waiting as the ship now opened its gate to let the tripulation out.

Saeri was the first to come out tho she looked lost in thought her eyes being abscent of any kind of shine and most importantly he noticed that a piece of her arm was missing.

He worried upon seing this something must have went wrong he didn´t hecitate any longer and sproached her almost triping onto his own feet.

''saeri!''

''take…?''

Saeri raised her head off the floor to see him noticing the others cast on his arm wich meant it was broken,she worried upon seing this tho she lowered her gaze again.

''saeri! wha…what happened?…your arm…''

''it was ripped off…''

Was her simple answer that make him worry even more he didn´t said a word just staring at her with worry.

''what happened to yours?''

''it was just an accident nothing to worry…''

She was going to talk when upon the sound of movement he got distracted looking inside the ship in watch for his brother seing the pilots come out and later on amber who hold something in her arms but no clue of his brother were abouts.

''were´s mis…?''

The question saeri was fearing to come was made she only stared at the side blinking fast as if she was triying to contain her tears thing wich confused him.

''he´s gone…''

Was amber´s short but certain answer,upon this revelation he was taken aback quite not beliving what he just heard.

''what…?''

''he is gone take….he is dead…''

He went pale breathing heavily while bitter tears of remorse and frustration started producing in his eyes,he was going to say something until he saw that what amber was the only remain of his brother being his now unfuntioning PAK.

Silent decorated with a face of authentic horor and tears of complete and uter pain feel down his face,his legs failed him falling to his knees.

His cousin followed him kneeling down in front of him and hugging him gently while she also started criying in join to him.

''im so sorry…im really sorry…''

''no…''

Were her words as he finaly broke down crying his heart out while he hugged her back as they both cry amber holds her tears.

Meanwhile at the conmosion his masked companion comes closer noticing the scene not quite understanding what was happening until he notices the object in ambers hands realization hitting quick.

But despite none of them knowing someone watches this being mis or rather his soul who looks with eyes full of sadness repeating words of sorry no one can hear as tears run down its face.

Was all he could muster felling his troath dry and closing a bit out of nowhere knowing perfectly the reason as his eyes start to feel anoyed by something aswell,he clenches his fist as a form to mantain composure.

As bitternes and grief revolved in the ambience people observes the whole thing uravel without interrupting.

'at the rise of a new sunrise a hero says goodbye…'

Says a female voice to it´s left wich happened to be his mothers soul voice she also looked sad but she wasn´t as emotional as him.

'it´s time to go back…'

Upon hearing this he sighs and cleans his tears and nods taking a last glance again saying an apology before they both depart into the horizon.

#oc's #defective lotus au #iz au #iz oc #four for the price of one au #mis the defective #toxik the chemical killer #friend oc #my writing #take the sniper #saeri the mecanic #amber the xeltrian

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stingerking · 9 months

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THE CUADRUPLETS MAKE THEIR ENTRANCE!

HERE THEY ARE!! Revenge art fight piece for my bestie @fox-the-artist-fruit-canid !!

This is the very first time I do lineless art! I liked how it turned out! :D

ALSO THANK U AGAIN FOR DRAWING M4GN3T1SM AAAA it's my computer's wallpaper.

#defective lotus au #friend oc #my art #iz oc #frens #ffpo

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crow-the-vigilant-scaly-bird · 2 years

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Is cold at irk especialy during a winter night.

Is more than justified wanting heat of another living being.

Especially if your presence wouldn't bother him and said being is your brother.

Take is from @stingerking

#oc's #my art #iz au #friend oc #lotus empiere au #defective lotus au #im changing the previus name for this au to this two #or one of them i still didn't decide

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cat-the-chill-smokey-feline · 3 months

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If not squishable the why squish shaped?

#my art #oc's #defective lotus au

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hotpoopymilk · 2 months

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for better or worse the recent live action adaptations have violently thrown me back into my pjo and alta phases. so naturally, here are some headcannons for an alta au that takes place in the riordanverse:

sokka and katara are legacies of neptune, born and raised in new rome

katara inherited water-bending powers and sokka is a master swordsman and can talk to horses and fish cause why tf not

katara was offered a spot in the first cohort bc of her waterbending, but turned it down to be in the fifth cohort with sokka, who was always severely underestimated by the romans

zuko is a son of hephaestus with fire-bending powers

zuko fought on kronos' side during the titan war and saw luke as a big brother figure

zuko defected from the titan army and returned to camp half-blood after learning about his brother, charlie beckendorf's, death

zuko feels a lot of guilt surrounding beckendorf's death and believes that he is the one to blame, he runs away from CHB and eventually finds his way to Camp Jupiter

aang is a son of jupiter born before the "no kids" pact

jupiter decided to take a page out of hades' book and aang, similar to the di angelo's, was held frozen in time at the lotus hotel

jupiter sucks and totally forgot about aang so aang was trapped in the hotel waaay longer than the di angelo's

right after jason goes missing, katara has a dream about a son of jupiter trapped inside a building with a white lotus on the door

reyna, sokka, and katara go on a rescue mission to get jason, but instead find aang and bring him back to camp (yay!)

toph is a legacy of pluto and comes from a very rich and powerful family in new rome

toph wasn't required to do "military service" at camp jupiter because of her blindness

toph keeps her earth-bending abilities a secret to that she's not forced to serve in the roman army

appa and momo are pegasi (and yes, that means sokka can talk to them. they talk mad shit when he's on stable-cleaning duty)

suki is a hunter of artemis, sorry sokka :(

yue is a daughter of apollo, and also a hunter of artemis (sokka literally cannot win, sorry dude)

that's all for now, folks!

#atla #avatar the last airbender #alta au #pjo #pjo au #pjo hoo toa #pjo live action #nalta #alta live action #camp jupiter #camp half blood

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queers-of-marybelltownship · 1 year

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well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

#will wood #tna #the normal album #blackboxwarrior #AHHHH #Spotify

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lifeintheworldtocome · 11 months

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WELL HE COLLAPSED WITH STEVENS-JOHNSON SYNDROME ON THE ER FLOOR PANIC ATTACKED ANAPHYLACTIC AND ATAXIC WELL THE WAY HE SPUN HIS BUTTERFLY RISKED ALL SIX HIS PHALANGES ROMAN CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS AT HIS SYNAPSIS AND THE MATTER WITH WHICH HE RECYCLED HIS HUMORS TROJAN HORSED HIS BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER AND RAISED THE LD-50 YES YES AND THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT REVELATIONS SHAME THE BLACKBOXWARRIOR HE SKIPPED THIS TOWN AND HEADED STRAIGHT DOWN HISTORY SHIELDS HIMSELF FROM REASON IN A KEVLAR BABY-BLUE TUXEDO QUILTED FROM THE FINEST FIBERS FLESH AND FIBERGLASS AND FLOWERS HIS EGO A MOSQUITO EVIL INCARNATE GOOD INCOGNITO POPS PLACEBOS FOR LIBIDOS SCREAMING BLESS THE TORPEDOS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN WELL HE WAS WEARING STOLEN RUBBER SHOES AND WRAPPED A POISON IVY NOOSE AROUND HIS LOTUS JUGULAR WHEN THEY CAME WELL THEY FOUND HIM WITH A MAP TO EVERY VICTIM OF HIS LOVE AND A TATTOO OF A BLUE JAY ON HIS FACE AND THEY WAITED FOR HIS VITAL SIGNS TO LIE AND LET A FLATLINE CRY A HYMN OUT IN HUNGARIAN HARMONIC BUT HE COCKED HIS NOGGIN THROUGH HIS STOMA SANG FOR AULD LANG SYNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUCCULENTS ILL DYE YOUR HYDROPONICS HIS RIBCAGE WAS A HORNETS NEST PALPITATIONS SET THE BEAT HIS VAGUS NERVES A TURKS HEAD KNOT AN AXEL HITCH A CARRICK BEND HE WONDERED IF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CHARGE A CANCELLATION FEE AUF WIEDERSEHEN AU REVOIR HE GRIPPED HIS WITS RIGHT BY THEIR ENDS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING UP ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now whats bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head? and how about claustrophillic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting scifis on your strd strands? tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchuses bloody nose did namibian himbas tiedye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole? did you die before your day? well thursday traction tuesday titration now my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics what you got a better idea? well its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good? no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do A BLOODY KNIFE TO SPLIT YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE WINE TO REV YOUR MOTOR FUNCTIONS COITAL MACHINATIONS OF THE DEAD WELL YOU MAINLINE YOUR ANIMUS KARATE CHOP YOUR ABACUS AND LEARN TO BE AN ANIMAL INSTEAD BUT I NEVER DID THINK YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOUR MODUS OPERANDI CAUSES NAZI/SKOPTZYISM AND SUICIDE WHY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE WHEN IT IS YOU WHO ART THE PROBLEM NOT THE THINGS YOU DO BUT SOMETHING SICK INSIDE LITHIUM AND DIALECTICS BOY YOU REALLY IS DEFECTIVE CBT DONT SEEM EFFECTIVE FOR THE CLUSTER B ACCEPT IT OFFER UP YOUR INNOCENCE PLEASE IGNORE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOUVE LOST YOUR MIND AND ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE BEFORE SO YOULL BE FINE FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA GET YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LOOK BACK I MEAN ITS NO GOOD LOOKING BACK SO TRY TO LOOK FORWARD NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNN

#rattles the bars of my cage #if you even care

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stiltonbasket · 2 years

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Hi Stilton! I was going through your fem!wwx au and absolutely loving it (as usual) but then it got me thinking - when and how did wwx realize she loves lwj back in this universe? Like, lwj seems to have done the usual thunderstrike moment, but with wwx we only know that she was somewhat mollified when he refused to leve her to fend for herself after her defection. How did her feelings develop? Thank you so much for this lovely au, hope you're doing great!

Over the course of Wei Wuxian’s decade-long engagement, most of her elders and sect siblings assumed that she and Lan Zhan would grow to be a love match by the time of their wedding.

The aunties in Lufeng began gifting her silk in blue and white after her thirteenth birthday, to match with the colors her intended husband wore; and by the summer she spent in the Cloud Recesses, there was hardly a soul in the jianghu who did not know that Jiang Fengmian’s adopted daughter was dearer to Lan Wangji than the daughter of his blood would ever be to Jin Zixuan.

Lan Zhan liked Wei Wuxian, in a way that most boys of nine and ten were not disposed to like little girls, and this in itself was regarded as proof that theirs would be a harmonious marriage.

In Wei Wuxian’s eyes, Lan Zhan’s strange liking was proof that he was lonely, and wise beyond his years in a way that little boys seldom were. After all, even Yu Zhenhong liked to play tricks on their er-shijie sometimes, and the less said about Jiang Cheng, the better.

All told, Wei Wuxian did not see her intended’s feelings as love until their third month in the Burial Mounds. The Wens were living quite comfortably there, since Lan Zhan’s brother sent plenty of money to cover their daily needs; but they could not think of leaving at the time, since Zewu-jun had not yet settled matters with the Jin.

On that fateful day, Wei Wuxian awoke in the Demon-slaughtering Cave with A-Yuan at her side, just as she usually did. It was nearly spring, so one wool blanket sufficed for both of them; and after she left her padded stone bed, she tried to wrap her half of the blanket around Yuan’er so that he could keep warm in her absence.

It was then that she noticed that the sheet and blankets were stained with blood, and that her dark robes were smudged with crimson between her hips and thighs.

Wei Wuxian pinches the bridge of her nose. She is past her twenty-second year, quite far from the child of fourteen who wept when her first monthly blood began the day before that summer’s Duanwu festival, but waking up to find her bed ruined is a great deal worse than being forced to forfeit a boating race against her shixiongdi. If she were still at Lotus Pier, she would simply have called for new sheets; but now, she will have to rinse the bedding in cold water herself, haul a tub of hot water to bathe in, and find a set of fresh clothes and bandages before she leaves the cave.

“Yuan’er, get up,” she whispers. “The blanket is dirty, baobao. Jiejie will find you a new one.”

A-Yuan sniffles into his pillow and opens his big eyes.

“Xian-jiejie, A-Yuan is warm here,” he protests. “Yuanyuan doesn’t want a new blanket.”

“I know, sweetheart, but Jiejie bled on this one. Be good and listen for just a minute, ah?”

Grumbling, A-Yuan rolls away from the soiled blanket and lets Wei Wuxian wrap him in a fresh one. She throws the bedding over her arm, and wraps her cloak around her waist to hide her stained skirts; and then, with a small bag of salt hanging at her belt, she heads out to the mouth of the stream to fill the wooden laundry tub.

Lan Zhan is kneeling at the water’s edge when she rounds the turn in the path, pulling up a pair of bottles that were submerged there to chill last night. He rises to greet Wei Wuxian as she approaches, giving her a respectful nod, and then his gaze drifts sideways to the bundle of fabric on her hip.

“Why are you washing clothes?” he asks. “Today is Lin Xiang’s day to do the laundry. It is written up on the schedule outside the clinic.”

Wei Wuxian winces. Lan Zhan would pay mind to a thing like that, even when his name wasn’t on the schedule at all.

“I stained the sheets of my bed with blood, that’s all,” she mutters. “I can’t ask Lin Xiang to wash these things for me, can I? And anyway, bloodstained things have to be washed with salt and cold water. We use boiling water and lye for sweat and mud stains.”

Lan Zhan’s eyes go wide. He takes a step closer, looking her over for injuries, and then he looks at Wei Wuxian’s pale face and tries to take her pulse.

“Are you wounded?” he says anxiously. “You were walking stiffly when you came back from cleansing the unclaimed plain behind the mountain yesterday. Did something attack you?”

“I’m having my monthly courses, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighs. “They haven’t been regular since before the war, so I never know when to prepare rags for my clothes and towels to protect my blankets. It’s bothersome, to be sure, but I’m not in any danger.”

He frowns at her. “And the bedding must be washed now?”

“En, or the stains will set. It’s best to wash the blood out before it dries.”

Lan Zhan holds out his arms. “Then give me your clothes. I will wash them and bring a tub of hot water for your bath, and then I will fetch your breakfast.”

Wei Wuxian tries to resist, but Lan Zhan refuses to listen to reason. Worse yet, he argues, reminding her that she used to drink tinctures to stop her bleeding because it made her tired, and insisting that she should rest first instead of washing clothes.

“You need rest and food to replenish your energy, and I can wash clothes well enough,” he says. “I will be gentle with them, and make sure to use cold water first, just as you said. You have my word.”

“But—”

“I don’t think they are dirty,” Lan Zhan persists. “What cultivator of worth has never stained their clothes with blood? And even if I was unaccustomed to cleaning it, you are my—”

But here his breath stutters, as if he were suddenly uncertain of his words, and stares at the ground for a split second before meeting Wei Wuxian’s eyes again.

“You are my friend,” he says gently. “I can see that you are exhausted, and hungry, and perhaps in no small amount of pain, as well. I cannot lessen your suffering very much, but I would like to do what little I may, to help you.”

Thwarted, Wei Wuxian hands over her bundle of laundry and starts back towards the cave. For his part, Lan Zhan leaves her clothes soaking in the tub and goes off to draw her a bath; and after she bathes, he brings her a bowl of hot chicken porridge and a tray bearing a teapot and a plate of homemade snacks.

“I will take over your duties today,” Lan Zhan tells her, after he makes up a fire in the cave and sweeps all the dust out into the courtyard. “If you grow tired of resting, will you continue with A-Yuan’s figuring lessons? That will do more good than laboring in the field. Anyone can tend to the crops, but A-Yuan must learn to study somehow.”

This comes as news to Wei Wuxian. “You’ve been teaching him arithmetic?”

“Only a little. Wangji is incompetent, and has not yet found a way to teach A-Yuan his numbers without first teaching him how to read.”

Wei Wuxian’s heart twinges. She has never liked it when Lan Zhan blamed himself for anything—the morning he was beaten for drinking with her in Gusu had been unbearable for her, since she had to watch him receive his fifty strokes of the paddle without sharing the punishment with him—but this is a sweeter kind of ache, for it comes with the knowledge that her former betrothed was thinking about A-Yuan.

“All right, then,” she hears herself say. “I’ll spend today with A-Yuan, and you can take over my work in the produce field.”

In the end, she and A-Yuan spend the morning bundled up in a set of new quilts, practicing basic arithmetic with a tray of wet sand and a chopstick. Wei Wuxian writes the numbers down for him, and A-Yuan counts them out on his fingers before scribbling the answers on the tray.

Wei Wuxian’s mind is elsewhere, however. She finds herself thinking of Lan Zhan again, and puzzling over the fact that something between them has changed. Lan Zhan is as he always was—steadfast and valiant and almost foolishly kind, unaltered from his younger self save for his deepened wisdom—but Wei Wuxian’s feelings towards him are different, somehow.

I have always taken joy in his presence, she reflects, while A-Yuan tries to convince her that three and three put together yield a sum of three-and-thirty. But I never missed him when he was gone, not really. Now, it seems as if I think of him more than ever when he is there, and twice as often again when he is not.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian realizes that she can no longer bear to be without him at all.

But sooner or later, Lan Xichen will send word of a new territory for the Wens, and Lan Zhan will go home to the Cloud Recesses and leave Wei Wuxian behind with A-Yuan. She might go to safety with the Dafan clan after that, or return to her old life at Lotus Pier: but there will be no marriage in her future, no boisterous wedding in Gusu, no bows to earth and heaven with Lan Zhan by her side.

There will be no wedding banquet to follow, no airy wedded home high up in the green-covered mountains—for Wei Wuxian rejected all of those dreams when she rejected Lan Zhan, and now their two lives have been forever sundered.

Who will Lan Zhan marry, when all this is over? wonders Wei Wuxian. Who will be lucky enough to have his companionship, now that I’ve thrown it away?

“Qian-gege only marries Xian-jiejie.”

Wei Wuxian blinks and looks down at the lump of blankets in her arms. “Ah?”

“Qian-gege only marries Xian-jie,” A-Yuan says again, snuggling closer to Wei Wuxian’s chest. “He told A-Yuan, but it’s secret.”

Her heart skips a beat.

“What secret?”

“Mn, secret! Only A-Yuan knows,” the child persists. “Gege chose a big name for A-Yuan, too! One for A-Yuan, and one for my baby didi.”

“Didi? But Yuan’er, you don’t have a brother.”

“My didi’s not born, but A-Yuan will have him someday,” A-Yuan pouts. “Gege says, if he’s very good and loves Xian-jiejie, maybe Jiejie will love him back, and then A-Yuan can have a baby brother.”

He gives her a shrewd look, squeezing his feathery little brows together like an owl’s, and pats Wei Wuxian’s clammy hand.

“A-Yuan told Gege that Jiejie already likes him,” he says gravely. “If Jiejie tells too, then we have a wedding, and A-Yuan gets a didi.”

Wei Wuxian bursts into tears. She stoops and kisses A-Yuan’s little face, holding him close until he squeals and begs to be put down; and then, with great, fat teardrops soaking into her gown, she sets A-Yuan down on the ground and tells him to find Lan Zhan.

“Tell A-Yuan that Xian-jiejie loves him too,” she croaks, pressing her lips to A-Yuan’s soft forehead. “I think I always have, but it took ten years for me to know it!”

“A-Yuan knows,” he murmurs, patting her cheeks with his chubby little hands. “But A-Yuan doesn’t have to tell Gege.”

He turns around and points to the mouth of the cave: or, more specifically, to the white-clad figure standing there on the threshold, too stunned to move a muscle as A-Yuan leaves Wei Ying’s embrace and toddles out to meet him.

“Qian-gege, you heard?” he pleads, plucking at the hems of Lan Zhan’s robes. “Jiejie loves Qian-gege, too.”

Wei Wuxian rises from her bed, trembling, and Lan Zhan takes a halting step towards her. They meet in the middle, grasping for each other’s hands, and stand together in dizzy silence for what seems like an eternity before Wei Wuxian’s intended presses his forehead against hers.

“My feelings have not changed,” he says thickly. “I love you, Wei Ying—I have always loved you—but if you would rather we continue our friendship as it is, then you need not—”

“No! No,” cries Wei Wuxian. “But Lan Zhan, you must know—my feelings haven’t changed, either! I felt this way when we were children, if you will believe it. But you weren’t mine, so I never let myself realize how much I wanted to be near you, and be with you.”

“You need not worry now,” Lan Zhan whispers, smiling through his tears. “I am yours, Wei Ying, in every way you could wish. I have long since been so.”

His cheek brushes hers, finding its way in spite of the dim lighting in the cave.

She takes his hand, laying the other on A-Yuan’s head, and rises to meet him in a salty-tasting kiss a dozen years in the making.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #my fic #fem!wwx au #long time no see for this au hehe #pls reblog 🙏🙏🙏

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yinyangbuns · 1 year

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no bc i really am back on my rogue cultivator wwx canon divergence bullshit

image a wangxian that doesn’t meet at the lectures; a wwx who is not part of the jiang sect (anymore, at least) but is just as formidable as ever, if carrying a few more scars than normal. a lwj who only ever goes on night hunts alone, who insists at all times that other people only cause more trouble.

a wangxian who meet for the first time on one of these night hunts, both solo, immovable rock vs unstoppable force style as wwx tries to get lwj to talk to him. lwj adamantly refuses, they wrap up the night hunt no closer, with no names exchanged, but much more intrigued with one another, and lwj figures that’s that.

except that they keep running into each other. until each proves themselves time and time again, saves each other time and time again, tends each others injuries time and time again, until their solo night hunts aren’t so solo anymore.

It’s a reluctant partnership but one built on trust born from experience. They have both seen the other’s skill first hand, have gotten to know each other’s moral compass to a T.

A Lan Xichen who watches this loner brother of his suddenly gain a companion in the form of a rogue cultivator he refuses to name - a rogue cultivator he drags into the Cloud Recesses past curfew one day, bleeding out.

Which wouldn’t be an issue, except that the lectures are happening, and the Jiang disciples recognize him, and oh god A-Zhan’s best-friend-and-poorly-concealed-crush is the Jiang ex-head disciple who defected for reasons unknown to the greater cultivation world.

(The offical reason given is a difference in opinion. The rumors - not that Lan Xichen listens to rumors, mind you - say that it was something much worse, that the Wei boy stumbled from Lotus Pier with a pained twist to his mouth and a blood trail following him.)

Secrets come to light. Wwx refuses to say much on the matter, declares the past to be the past, and is overall the worst patient the Lan healers have had in decades. But he says enough to separate fact from fiction regarding the rumors - rumors that, in the end, contain more truth the the Jiang’s official statement.

And so the Lan clan shelters Wwx until he heals, and he stays for the lectures, driving Lan Qiren insane and adamantly avoiding the Jiang disciples whenever possible, and when the lectures end he just… doesn’t leave? He sticks around, making talismans and improving the cloud recesses’ barriers, and then when the Wen come, they find a Cloud Recesses that is much more well-fortified than they had expected, giving the Lan that smallest advantage.

and well… that’s as far as I’ve gotten. Just. rogue cultivator wwx au where he defects before the gusu lectures and meets lan zhan on night hunts, and the lan form an opinion on lwj’s night hunt buddy instead of on an unruly jiang disciple who is the son of an unruly rogue cultivator (that they can’t really rescind once they find out who, exactly, is matching lwj stroke for stroke), and then if the wen still take cloud recesses, when cloud recesses burns, wwx follows lwj to the indoctrination, gets trapped in the cave with him like in canon (plus extra tension w/ jiang cheng, who despite everything doesn’t understand why wwx left, why he’s been avoiding him, when it was supposed to be them against the world, when nothing even changed when he left, when his parents still fought and his father was still didn’t like him and-) and goes with lwj back to Gusu when they do finally get out of the cave.

A wwx who has no standing in the cultivation world, and yet is making a name for himself anyways, always with this Lan kid (who turned out to be pretty important) that he met on a night hunt at his side. Certain people do not take kindly to a nobody upstaging them.

Anyways wwx and lwj against the world from there in out i suppose. who knows not me probably only the fic gods

#mdzs #lylys fic ideas #mxtx #danmei #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #wwx #wangxian #the untamed #lwj #lan wangji #do i care that wwx would never leave his sect as a teenager bc debt loyalty blah blah blah? no not really #i love him but he’s dumb and i need him to be outside of the jiangs influence for my own peace of mind #i also just really enjoy the thought of wwx becoming a rogue cultivator to honor his parents’ memory #makes me <3

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fox-the-artist-fruit-canid · 5 months

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defective lotus info{in spanish...} 1 out of 2

irk

el planeta de nacimiento de la raza irken antaño en la epoca prehistorica un planeta vivo lleno de toda clase de ecosistemas y muchos tipos de fauna e flora,ahora no es mas que una gigantesca pelota de metal.

irk como el nombre indica es el lugar de habitat de la especie irken una especie reptiloide,insectoide,semi anphibia inteligente que actualmente son una raza se podria decir de cyborgs,al ser una raza que usa bioingenieria para vivir.

irk con el paso de los años paso de ser un planeta errante en el sistema solar nova irkarus 720 a un planeta fijo en dicho sistema gracias a que en algun momento este se adirio al campo gravitacional del sol apodado como estrella alpha ikarus.

irk tiene alrededor de 3 lunas llamadas pendora,ignis y mortem,la principal siendo la apodada como ignis que brilla con un potente brillo rosa,mortem la segunda brilla de un fuerte morado y pendora de un tenue azul al ser la luna mas pequeña.

no se tienen muchos registros de la irk antigua por lo que no se suele tener mucho en cuenta a la hora de recapitular la historia del planeta.

mientras tanto el irk moderno es un tanto complicado.

el planeta con el paso de los años a pasado por muchos cambios,dese los campos de fuerza que rodean todo el planeta,asta el echo de que el planeta usa el nucleo del mismo como fuente de energia ademas de la electricidad.

irk podria dividirse por anillos cuales son tres la superficie,el subsuelo y el incinerador,el ultimo se explica un tanto por si solo pero es lo que a grandes rasgos esta antes que el nucleo al que se arroja toda la basura que produce irk para alimentar el nucleo del planeta y mantenerlo encendido.

los siguientes sin enbargo son un tanto mas complejos.

el segundo anillo es el subsuelo o tambien llamado la smeeteria principal,aqui es donde sucede todo el proceso de las incubadoras y la enseñanza academica basica para todos los irken.

el subsuelo esta equipado con miles y miles de maquinarias entre las que se incluyen las incubadoras y las maquinas de profesorado,ademas de otras maquinas que mantienen todo en orden como los sentinelas,tambien hay departamentos que son hogares provisionales para los smeets y sus tutores de piel y hueso.

algunas familias con smeets se quedan aqui asta que los smeet cumplan 10 y puedan salir a la superficie a su hogar actual mientras que en otras ocaciones los smeets son dejados aqui asta que los recogen a dicha edad.

eso al menos con los smeets no mutantes,ya que al los smeets mutantes ser de muy poca importancia estos pueden salir a la superficie siempre y cuando salgan con un irken adulto del subsuelo.

mas mayoritariamente estos se quedan bajo tierra asta que cumplen 10.

la superficie por su parte es donde se concentra la mayor poblacion tanto de irkens como de otras razas que viven alli ya que se les ha permitido hacerlo tras que perdieran sus planetas y tengan una poblacion menor a 50 o por ser mano de obra.

dichas razas son las 3 ramas de los artifex,los couwlek,los sraigo y los polum,estas habitan junto con los mutantes en la zona sur de irk denominada los barrios pobres o la zona sin amanecer al ser una zona que casi siempre esta en penumbra.

debido a la gran mezcla de especies hay una cultura echa a partir de todas las culturas mezcladas en una al igual,que hay un lenguaje comun conocido como joik ademas del irken y las otras lenguas que tambien da lugar al extraño acento sureño que algunas veces es algo dificil de seguir{el equivalente de unir escoces y chileno en uno}.

la zona norte tambien llamada o conocida como los barrios ricos o la zona del eterno dia debido a que siempre presenta fuertes luces neon en todos lados durante la noche que hacen parecer que es de dia.

es habitada unica y exclusivamente por irken no mutados o irkens con mutaciones de baja importancia como la variante linea linea y alis alis,mas sin ninguna otra raza presente.

en esta parte solo se habla irken y aunque tiene diversas formas de pronunciacion segun la zona,sigue siendo irken al fin y al cabo e no suele ser un acento pronunciado como el sureño.

luego esta el centro o la zona privilegiada donde solo estan los irkens de altos mandos,elites o famosos sin importar de que faccion si norte o sur,tambien es la zona donde se dan eventos importantes como la llegada de los mas altos.

irk tiene un clima particular mayormente ya que tecnicamente no hay viento como tal o al menos no vientos fuertes,mas si hay lluvia mucha lluvia,al menos el 60 porciento del tiempo esta lloviendo e cuando no llueve esta nublado o sopla el arido pero escaso viento que se levanta.

las temperaturas por lo general siempre son tibias mas pueden llegar a ser calurosas,aunque los periodos de frio son los que mas duran provocando la caida de nieve por la excesiva humedad.

la fauna y la flora son casi inexistententes en la jungla de cemento y metal mas aun hay ejemplares vivos que son resguardados o protegidos o mantenidos como mascota.

los ejemplos mas claros son los sabuesos tei tei,las aves qiwed algo similar al resultado de mezclar un alcon con un buitre y los grandes felinos xquima,ademas de los recurrentes rohedores roit-ei esto respecto a la fauna.

mientras que con la flora aun se conservan algunas especies de arboles y plantas,como la flor de las capañillas llamadoras de angeles o flor angelis,flores que florecen usualmente si alguien de la familia en la casa que se encuentra la planta muere.

otro tipo de flora son algunos tipos de frutales y vegetales autoctonos que se cultivan en la luna pendora al ser la mas apta para el cultivo de estas especies de ortalizas que son las que abastecen a gran parte del planeta.

tambien existen especies de ganado como lo son las kiba una especie de mezcla entre cerdo,vaca,cabra y oveja cuales producen todo lo que estos 4 animales dan en uno y los fei fam una especie de mezcla de pavo,ganso y gallina que dan huevos,estos son criados en mortem.

y por ultimos hay una especie de especie de pez angilla y una mezcla de salmon y atun o rifem que son criados tambien en mortem para el consumo,estos productos luego son exportados y vendidos en los mercados o tiendas.

mientras ignis es una luna que se usa para todo lo industrial siendo basicamente miles de fabricas y almacenes entre los que se encuentra la primer estacion de cuarentena aun funcional.

en ignis mayormente es donde se fabrica toda forma de tecnologia desde naves,armas y armaduras asta simples electrodomesticos,aqui tambien hay una pequeña fabrica de PAK´s que es controlada 24-7.

irk es rodeado por dos fuertes campos de fuerza que lo mantiene lejos de todo peligro,que vienen de un gigantesco anillo metalico artificial que projecta los escudos como una segunda exosfera y una segunda estratosfera,siendo el segundo campo el mas fuerte entre ambos escudos.

estos escudos permiten la entrada y salidas de naves siempre y cuando tengan un sello especial que funciona para que las naves puedan pasar,al los escudos tener una especie de detector que impiden que nada que no tenga el sello pueda ingresar.

el pasar del tiempo y los meses

el pasar del tiempo en irk es ciertamente lento con un dia que dura alrededor de 30 horas de los cuales 15 horas son de dia y las otras 15 son de noche durante ciertos periodos solo 7 horas de dia y las otras 23 horas restantes de noche o a la inversa dependiendo de la epoca.

con 12 meses de 40 dias y semanas de 10 dias e un año de aproximadamente 480 dias,cuales se dibiden en 120 dias en cada estacion,el periododetiempo en irk es bastante longevo.

de echo aunque para los irken y las razas que habitan en irk pase este tiempo fuera del planeta el tiempo es diferente por ejemplo para los humanos un año irken equivale alrededor de 12 años humanos al cada mes irken ser un año en la tierra.

los meses se llaman de la siguiente forma.premerc el mes que inicia el año,loter,shiofer,doika,okaltek,muna,kuna,irter,lunaria,soikot,jurtia y ultum el que termina el año.

Estaciones

las estaciones en irk al igual que en la tierra son cuatro mas no son del todo iguales ya que como tal no hay ni primavera ni otoño mas si algo parecido a invierno y verano.

la estacion nevada tambien llamada como crystel es carcaterizada por ser el equivalente invernal de irk,en esta estacion cae nieve a borbotones al igual que en algunas ocaciones hay granizo,las temperaturas bajan y el usualmente ausente viento sopla en una gelida brisa que cala asta el hueso.

los artifex son de las razas mas prpearadas para cuando esta temporada llega ya que son extremadamente resistentes al frio y al ambiente dificil,sin olvidar que son las unicas criaturas en irk que pueden 'nadar' en la nieve y el hielo sin dificultad alguna.

los irkens al llegar esta estacion por lo general estan mas somnolientos y son mucho mas lentos,sin olvidar que su temperatura corporal por lo general alta aumenta,muchos teorizan que si los irkens fueran una razamas pacifica seguramente hibernarian durante este periodo de tiempo.

y es que los irkens alteran su periodo de sueño y duermen muchas mas horas durante esta epoca,ademas de sufrir otras adaptaciones,como por ejemplo los irkens con pelaje crecen uno mas denso contra el frio,aquellos con alas mas insectoides que no son del tipo polilla o mariposa se caen ya que no resisten el frio muy bien.

los irkens mutados sin las carcteristicas mencionadas no suelen pasar un buen invierno en especial los de caracteristicas reptilicas,amphibias y insectoides sin pelaje,ya que por alguna razon los mutantes son mas suceptibles al frio.

la estacion que le sigue es la temporada de lluvias llamada lacrimus,como se sugiere durante toda esta estacion llueve sin descanso a veces llevando a inundaciones,el aire es humedo y hay niebla,sorpresivamente esta es la unica estacion en la que hay vientos fuertes a la par que continuamente caen rayos.

durante toda esta estacion suelen haber apagones por lo que todos los irkens y razas subyacentes tienen generadores de emergencia en caso de apagones en especial en la zona sur donde tambien hay altos riesgos de inundaciones al ser la zona tecnicamente una cuenca donde se reune el agua.

los irkens muchas veces tienen permitido quedarse en casa y no trabajar debido a los riesgos que trae esta temporada extrema de lluvias mas que nada por el riesgo de una repentina ola de agua que suelen suceder a veces,la caida de una rayo o no poder salir del domicilio por una inundacion.

los mutantes con rasgos acuaticos y los polum son los que estan mejor preparados para esta temporada al tener adaptaciones acuaticas son de los unicos que no tienes grandes dificultades durante toda la temporada.

esta es por lo general la temporada mas odiada por los irkens y demas razas en general debido a todos los problemas que trae consigo al ser una de las estaciones mas pesadas de sobrellevar.

la siguiente estacion es el contrario a una estacion humeda y es la estacion fercius esta es el equivalente a verano,se carecteriza por una intensa sequia y solo un 10 porciento de lluvia durante los 3 meses con probabilidad muy baja,es una estacion seca y arida de temperaturas insoportablemente calurosas.

los irken mutados de caracteristicas reptilicas y insectoides sin pelaje,ademas de la raza de los couwlek lo pasan bien durante esta epoca al estar preparados para combatir el calor.

mientras tanto los irkens normales y otras mutaciones la suelen pasar un tanto mal al no estar echos para el intenso calor e la casi nula pero devastadora brisa caliente e el sol intenso de esta epoca.

no es raro ver gente usando sombrillas y sombreros contra el sol o gente desvaneciendose en el medio del camino debido a las temperaturas atrosmente calientes de estas epocas.

la noche por el contrario como si se tratara de un desierto son frias y frescas aunque duran muy poco siendo esta epoca en donde sucede que el dia dura 23 horas y la noche solo 7.

y por ultimo la cuarta e ultima estacion nocturnia o tambien llamada la estacion de la noche eterna ya que aqui es el contrario de fercius ya que la noche dura 23 horas y el dia 7 dandole asi su nombre y haciendo relevante su caracteristica principal.

durante esta temporada irk esta casi por completo en penunbra al no ser casi alumbrado por el sol,aqui los irkens prevalecen gracias a su vision nocturna y a las intensas luces neon de la gigantesca metropolis.

esta temporada es la unica de irk que no presenta cambios extremos como lluvias,frio o calor y es tibia con el porcentaje normal de lluvias en irk siendo tecnicamente la primavera de irk solo que sin plantas e alergias.

los irken mutantes al haber desarrollado en algunos casos marcas que brillan en la oscuridad tecnicamente la tienen mas facil que los irken promedio durante esta estacion,al igual que los sraigo con su bioluminescencia.

durante esta temporada hay constantes lluvias de estrellas que iluminan el cielo irkeano casi eternamente nocturno durante toda la temporada haciendo el cielo de un vibrante color rosa similar al cielo diurno de irk.

durante la duracion de nocturnia tambien ocurre un fenomeno similar a la aurora boreal que se presenta cada ciertas noches ademas del siempre esperado triple eclipse lunar que vuelve las lunas amarilla para pendora,rojo naranjo a mortem y verde a ignis por una noche.

#defective lotus au #iz au #four for the price of one au #a promising future au #a tale of blood petals au #invader zim au

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armenianwriterman · 7 months

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My mortal kombat obsession came back with a roaring vengeance ever since mk1 came out, and I’ve been thinking of a rwby/mortal kombat fusion

Here’s my ideas for the major factions at play:

Shirai Ryu and Lin Kuei: At some point in his war with Salem, Ozma (as the Great Kung Lao) happened upon two feuding ninja clans, and decided to unite them together to fight against her. For hundreds of years, the two clans helped Ozma but some within the Lin Kuei grew dissatisfied with their role. Salem took advantage of this and convinced these rogue elements to hijack the Lin Kuei and join her. The coup is successful and the Shirai Ryu get massacred, the Lin Kuei retreating to the Grimmlands to attain power in Salem’s “new world” and spite Ozpin. As a result of the setting change, the Cyber Lin Kuei become the Grimm Lin Kuei, with its members being transformed into Grimm Hybrids instead of robots. However, one Shirai Ryu remains, and he now seeks revenge…

Black Dragon: An ancient crime syndicate that has business in all four kingdoms, and indulges in everything criminal from petty theft to arms dealing. They prove to be a significant thorn in the side of both the White Lotus Society and the White Fang. While they are not officially allied, Salem is more than happy to hire them and take advantage of the chaos they cause.

Special Forces: Upon realizing Salem is starting to gather an army, Ozpin and Ironwood decide to found the Special Forces, a secret army of their own formed from individuals in all four kingdoms. After the Fall of Beacon, Ironwood takes control of the army, though most of the leaders end up defecting after he decides to abandon Mantle to die, and they eventually take over the remnants of Atlas’ army following the Fall of Atlas.

White Lotus Society: A composite faction of Ozpin’s faction from RWBY and the White Lotus Society from MK. This faction is essentially everyone who works for Ozpin.

Outworld: An unofficial “sixth” kingdom in upper Vacuo composed of territories conquered by General Shao Kahn. Once the leader of a group of raiders and bandits in Vacuo, Kahn used a mysterious artifact from Humanity 1.0 to empower his minions and form his nation, with his former raiding party as his enforcers. Now, they seek to find a way to spread their rule worldwide and ensure Kahn’s rule lasts forever.

Brotherhood of Shadow: A cult dedicated to worshiping Shinnok, a warlock from Humanity 1.0 who survived the GoD’s wipeout by transferring his soul into his Amulet. Using his power, the cult gave themselves magical abilities and now seeks to take over the world themselves.

I’m planning on posting the stories of significant characters in the future, but if anyone has any questions, I’d be REALLY excited to answer them. I haven’t been this hyped over an au/fic concept in a LONG time.

#rwby #mortal kombat #rwby x mortal kombat au

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Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes"

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands?

Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do

A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside

Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

Yet another song I don't know 😔

#pokemon irl #in character #ask

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cat-the-chill-smokey-feline · 9 months

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Brother shenanigans

The main characters are mis my oc and take a friends oc,the other two the gas mask one is from the same owner as take and the other one is my oc

Mis chose a bad day not to have his mask on

#iz au #iz oc #defective lotus #friends ocs #oc's #my art #my animation

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years

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Time Travel AU in which it is Madam Yu that, instead of dying, returns to the past, on the day that Jiang Fengmian was supposed to bring Wei Wuxian to Lotus Pier - and she decides to "fix" everything.

It would be easiest to kill him off, but her kids took to him very easily, very soon and her husband is always looking after him, so Yu Ziyuan knows she has to go about this in a different way so she doesn't compromise herself (after all, even with her reputation, it would be highly questionable to just kill some random street child and be openly hateful of him within a few days of knowing him).

But one day, as she's reading, she overhears an interesting conversation between two of her servants: a woman they knew has forced her otherwise able-bodied child to crawl around the market and pretend he couldn't walk so that people would give him money out of pity.

Yu Ziyuan begins concocting a plan.

She brings some well-reputed doctor (but not the family's doctor, so very loyal to Jiang Fengmian) consult little Wei Ying to see if there are any ailments he's carrying from his life on the streets - and it is with a sober expression that the doctor delivers grave diagnosis after grave diagnosis: he is unable to develop a golden core or cultivate in any way because his body is so weak and has many birth defects, even if they're not visible; he cannot fight off illness nearly at all and needs to be immediately prescribed supporting medicine; his muscles are underdeveloped and movement must be very painful for him, no matter if he says it is not, he is just used to it; he needs to be as far away from others as possible, or he could become sick and die within days.

Yu Ziyuan maintains her composure, though her husband is visibly affected, nearly on the verge of tears. The boy seems so healthy and full of life, how cruel of fate to have bestowed so much illness on him!

Following doctor's orders, Wei Ying is moved into an isolated wing of the Jiang residence and only has two maids, handpicked by Yu Ziyuan, bring him meals and medicine several times a day. He is only allowed to stay in his room and once every three days, he gets to go outside for half an hour.

At Jiang Fengmian's insistences, a teacher is brought to him to teach him how to read and write, but all that is done through a special screen the doctor has built so that Wei Ying does not come into contact with his teacher and get sick. The teacher cannot see him at all beyond a vague silhouette, but Wei Ying sounds fine and is actually very smart.

Yu Ziyuan replaces the teacher soon after he tells that to Jiang Fengmian. The lessons were over anyway.

As time passes and Wei Ying keeps taking his medicine, carefully adjusted to his (very slow) growing up, he starts subtly feeling worse. A bad day every few months becomes a bad day every month, then every two weeks, then every day.

He begins having difficulty walking and all he seems to be able to do is eat and sleep. He can barely even read anymore and can't hold a brush to write anything either.

The doctor prescribes him even more medicine and food recipes and bathing oils - and Wei Ying usually doesn't bother to listen to the long list of ingredients, but he's already nearly 16 years old and it's quite obvious this doctor has no idea how to make him feel better.

So, at his next consultation, Wei Ying decides to pay attention to the doctor's orders. His memory is perfect (he's trained it so he could remember what outside is like and to retell himself the stories he read in books so as not to be bored) and with great difficulty, he writes down all the medicine ingredients the doctor has prescribed.

Then he asks Uncle Jiang to bring him some books about plants. The man doesn't question it, after all Wei Ying is stuck in his room all day and he doesn't get to see nature much, so it's normal to be curious.

Wei Ying stops taking his medicine after that. He throws it out his window several days in a row and his symptoms gradually disappear.

He can move and write and focus.

"I am not sick." He tells the doctor at his next appointment. "There's nothing wrong with me."

"I have been treating you for years, Wei Ying. Your illnesses are very much real."

"No! I don't feel ill anymore! I can walk and I can-"

"You can only walk here. If you were to go outside and do everything a healthy person does, you would collapse. You cannot exist anywhere but here."

"Yes, I can!" He almost shouts, desperate. "And it's your fault that they're keeping me here! I stopped taking those disgusting soups you gave me and I'm feeling better than ever! You're the one who's sick!"

"You have not. Medicine is put into your food every day. Even if you do not drink it, you are still being fed it. You are being delusional, which is another symptom of your many conditions."

He's shouting now, "No! No! That's not true, stop trying to make me feel like I'm crazy, this is all your fault! I should be out there with everyone, I should-"

Screams erupt outside. "The Wen! They're here, they're attacking!"

The doctor's eyes go wide and he quickly gathers his things.

"What's going on?! Where are you- don't leave me here!"

"You said you're healthy, right? Go prove it." The doctor laughs and runs off, but doesn't forget securing the double locks on Wei Ying's door.

He screams for help until his voice goes out. Nobody comes.

As rumors of the Wen's conquest spread across the land, there is another piece of information accompanying them: Wen Ruohan has a third son.

Wei Wuxian.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts

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im going to bite you

OK WELL HERES THE LYRICS TO BLACKBOX WARRIOR - OKULTRA BY WILL WOOD FROM THE NORMAL ALBUM

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat

His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down

#this is jokes i promise

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