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box-architecture · 1 month

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But also I came in here with the express purpose of talking about an AU where Sam grows up in a kingdom where he's taught that monsters are Evil and Bad- but also growing up with Monster/Dragon Hybrid Dream as his secret friend who he's known since they were young, and he couldn't ever part with him, and he couldn't let anyone take him away.

This was mostly because in my head I had the very specific imagery of Dream lashing out and being angry and frustrated and in tears because he's been hated his entire life, for so long he's been treated like a monster, isolated from everyone else, and Sam startles and points his sword at Dream. And Dream takes that as Sam Finally Betraying Him and grabs the blade with his bare hands and points it at his own heart, taunting demanding yelling Just do it

Dream being able to turn into a Dragon and curling around Sam when they were both kids, VS now where Dream can almost never be a Dragon because that's Too Monsterous and He'll Get Caught and people being hostile towards him because he has horns and wings and scales and Sam Needs To Fufill His Duty Needs To Be Good, Needs To Follow The Rules He's Been Taught, until he sees Dreams hands bleeding from gripping the blade and realizes he could never

And maybe he's Bad for not following the rules, maybe it fucks him up a little. But hurting Dream is Worse than bad.

And he drops the blade and pulls Dream into his arms and rips off a bit of his shirt to bandage Dream's hands, holding Dream until the angry crying shaking fury sadness melts into a long, noodley dragon

And he's whispering apologies into Dream's scales and he's crying a little too, until they fall asleep wrapped up in each other the way they did back when they were kids

(And also maybe everything later burns down but that's Sapnap and Georges fault in an unrelated incident on the other side of the kingdom. George can have a monster friend too, Sam isn't special)

This was intended to also be a "Sam's a monsterfucker" post but I didn't actually think about the smut part

But also also I think Dream was waiting for a long time for Sam to finally up and be pro-murder. And he kept bracing himself for it, thinking he was chill and fine. He was not chill and fine

I'm kind of waving my hands around wildly because I just think the original dsmp stuff about monsters and also og Sam thinking it's his duty to protect people from the Monster (Dream)

And this Dream growing up with Sam and knowing one day Sam won't love him anymore Because He's The Monster Parents Tell Their Children About. And Sam has always wanted to be a Protector of People (Dream isn't people by kingdom standards)

Sam will protect Dream and Dream will curl around Sam every night and do a little dragon purr and after Sapnap finishes setting everything on fire things will be better. And also I think there should be a lot of Body Worship with Sam kissing Dream's scales and touching his horns and marveling at his wings and claws and loving Dream as he is

Dragon Dream has a heat btw. He gets it like once a year for a week, and it's annoying and sweaty most of the time because who wants to be horny and overly warm every few hours for 7 days????

Except Also. He wouldn't mind Sam helping him, maybe. Sam eventually learns about them because they grew up together and if your friend disappears every year for one week and you're a Sam It's Very Important To Wonder. And Dream fumbles the explanation a bit, so he ends up just very frankly talking about his heats.

And of course, Sam hesitantly asks if Dream needs anything. Is there anything Sam can do for him

And they're both. Incredibly dumb. It's before the incident where Dream thinks Sam betrayed him, so he's looking at Sam, wondering if he'll see the Teeth and Claws And Scales and find it all repulsive. But Sam insists, becoming more sure of himself. If Dream needs someone to have sex with to be comfortable, Sam will do his duty as his best friend and offer himself up. This is normal friend behavior.

So of course, As Friends And Nothing More, Dream spends his heat with Sam. And it's a little awkward, because Dream is trying to make himself Less Monstrous Looking, but he can't shift away the horns or the scales or the tail, can't hide the slit of his eyes or the way his wings quiver when he's touched. This heat is because he's a dragon, and the dragon parts of himself are on display.

But Sam is fixated. He won't stop touching every scale he can reach. He asks how it feels when he rubs the area where flesh meets wing. At one point he holds Dream's mouth open with his thumb, gently, just to admire the deadliness of his fangs. (Dream bites Sam a lot during his heat, and Sam loves it.) Dream's tail has a habit of twining around Sam's leg during sex, and Sam mourns every time he feels it pull away.

Sam is loving and attentive and Dream clings to him and Hopes. They spend every heat together after that. This is very good friend behavior where they don't get weird or possessive or emotional at all

And after the incident where Sam doesn't betray him, Dream's next heat is Intense. He makes no attempt to hide his features, instead holding Sam down and riding him until he comes. Sam has teeth marks all over and a tail curled around his ankle, and Dream demands Sam say that he belongs to Dream. He's Dream's. He won't go anywhere. He's Dream's friend, he made a promise. Please.

Tears pricking in Sam's eyes have Dream slowing down, asking what's wrong with concern clear on his face, but Sam just hugs him close and kisses him everywhere because He Was Always Dream's. Forever.

And I think he brushes Dreams slit before fingering open his hole, so Dream can ride both his fingers and his dick, rubbing the place where the tail meets lower back until Dream is sighing and melting against Sam

I think Dream should be an absolutely feral creecher who growls and purrs and Sam is into that. Sam is very happy to be used in whatever way Dream needs and also to be the one who fills Dream up and maybe be the Only One who fills Dream up and to have the Privilege of getting to fuck him. Could drive him to madness. And Dream covers them both with his wings because he wants to keep them both Safe and Only For Each Other.

Also I think Dream should ride Sam's face. I think Sam grips Dreams thighs and feels blissful as he licks inside his slit. While his pretty partner moans and claws at the headboard and tugs on his hair. Serving Dream. Taking care of him. Every part of him for Sam's enjoyment. Surely Dream understands that every time Sam sees the way his scales shimmer in the light he's nothing less than radiant

Sam, seeing his deadly dangerous murderous husband: I want him in every way that is possible to have someone

Also Dream should curl up on top of Sam afterwards, satisfied and purring. Sam is Dream's (Dream was always Sam's, and he was afraid it wasn't mutual) They should snuggle and shower together and Sam loves him So, So Much. How could anyone not see how wonderful his Dream is???? The sun pales in comparison to his light.

And Punz is a monster hunter, for Spice.

I think Punz should hold a crossbow to Dream's throat but be captivated by the fury in Dream's eyes

It always been Just A Job. Just A Way To Survive.

I think Dream should show Punz a way to do more than survive, a way to flourish

I think that Punz ends up tracking Dream through Sam. Its known that Dream and Sam are Connected, Together. So Punz ends up stalking Sam throughout the day as he goes around the city, waiting waiting waiting, until Sam goes home a little bit aways from the rest of the population, and their breath catches as a dragon stretches out across the sky in flight, before it catches sight of Sam and nosedives

Dream shifts back into hybrid form as he pounces on top of Sam, and they're both laughing and giggling. Dream's wings hide their kiss from Punz's sight, but they don't mind, because Dream's wings are enough of a view on their own

But Punz has seen beautiful people before, Punz has known beautiful things, and its not stopped them. So when Sam goes inside to make them both dinner, Punz acts, shooting Dream and barely missing his throat, because Dream could hear the arrow whistling through the air and thrusted out his wings instinctively.

Their fight is exhilarating. Punz is enjoying it way too much. It feels good to be on a skill level near their own, and Dream gives as good as he gets. They want to push a little more, just to see what he'll do, and Dream's anger is almost as potent as the satisfaction he gets from getting to throw himself unabashedly into MurderMaimViolence. They are both the most bloodthirsty people alive please understand.

And Sam hears the commotion outside and he comes back!!! And as soon as he opens the door Dream rushes over to Protect Push Him Inside Close It Again Keep Safe, and its that moment he turns that Punz pins him down. Because the only way to stop a Dream is to make him have to choose between defending himself and people he cares about

Sam hears Dreams violent angry yelling and comes out and see Dream's panic and He Will Feel No Guilt About Distracting Dream, Definitely Not. Its Doesn't Consume Him For Days After.

Sam wants to get out his sword and kill Punz and Heal Dream Bandage His Wing but Punz will kill Dream if he takes another step forward

And I think!!!! I think Punz informs Dream about the bounty on his head. Its Not Personal, Its What They Came Here To Do

But. But But But. Punz thinks they could do something better. He could give Dream the name of the people who ordered the hit. If Dream spars with him every once in a while. Just a little bit of violence for them both, as a treat.

Punz is breathless at the very idea. The Struggle, The Power Play, the way Dream looks when he's about to win and pin Punz to the ground, victorious and shining. Punz has already thrown away any idea of killing Dream. And he glances up at the murderous and terrified Sam (of course a pretty dragon would keep pretty company) and says we can spar too, if you'd like with a sharp smile that makes Sams stomach flip and also indignation rise.

Of course Dream takes the deal. Of course Punz slowly lets up on Dream, and Dream immediately bowls them over and snarls at them like a threat, before getting off them and going back to Sam to fuss and be fussed over. And of course Punz is utterly smitten.

Listen. Listen I think Punz is So Fucking Abnormal and wants to fuck them both so badly. Theyre stupid your honor. Theyre looking at Murder Dragon and Puppycat Husband and going "I Want Them Carnally"

I also think that, a few week into Sparring-

(Punz and Dream attempting to maul each other for fun while Sam watches carefully and Does Not Let Punz Spar With Him because They Hurt Dream And Don't Deserve It)

(Sam bandages Dream up and kisses him before reluctantly bandaging Punz up even if they didn't ask because its Proper and not because Punz is blatantly flirting with him and Sam is Not Blushing)

-Punz ends up being allowed inside for dinner

and Punz is gracious and kind and polite and compliments the food, tells Sam he's a good cook, brushes a crumb from Dream's mouth, and when they thank the two for the meal and leave with a gentle see you tomorrow, SamDream cuddle in bed and have already expected to have Punz join for the next dinner as well

Its Too Late You Invited Them Into Your Home Now Punz Is Here Forever, You Fools

I think Dream gets ready for his heat and they're surprised when Dream is a little off his game a few days before. And Dream is Uncertain and a little wary because he very instinctively wants to Hoard Punz, and the only person who's ever been part of his hoard for this long is Sam.

But Punz is New And Different and Dreams claws dig into his scales as he contemplates the deeply rooted fear that Sam will be taken away. Because Punz could be Hoard, or this could be a long game, a trick, to get Dream to let his guard down, and then they'll take away the only person who cares about him. It doesn't matter if Punz has been flirting with both of them, or seems genuinely interested in Dream. Dream has lived and been hunted for as long as he's been alive. People Lie and People Betray and no matter how could he thinks he is at guessing, people still surprise him.

But. Dream wants Hoard. So they tell Punz they can't play for a week, and Punz immediately offers any help they can give, like Dream knew they would. It's easy to ask Punz to deliver food and water. Easier still to lure them into Dream's den, because Dream can see the yearning in their expression clear as day. Despite himself, he preens: he has all of his treasures where they belong.

Punz isn't allowed in the bed, though. They have to watch with hungry eyes while Dream shows off the first round, covering Sam with hickies and teeth marks. Sam is Dream's, and Dream rides him while watching Punz sit in a chair and shift, bulge obvious in their pants, straining not to touch themselves.

I think after the first round Dream tries to cover Sam with his wings so Punz couldn't see him (can't take him away.) I think Punz eventually can't help but speak, low and hoarse, always suggestions, never orders. I'd love to see a little more. That's a pretty sight. You hiding him from me, gorgeous? until Dream slowly let's go of Sam. It's ok if Sam is shown off a bit. Dream loves the way Sam flushes happily when Punz compliments him. He loves that Punz can make Sam happy. Sam deserved that.

He hides his face in Sam's chest. Sam could leave and find happiness in other people. That was fine.

The heat was making him emotional, making him feel too much at once. His breathing was becoming uneven, wings quivering, and Punz gaze sharpens while Sam stills.

you still with us, gorgeous? Punz calls quietly.

And I think Sam should hold Dream very gentle and cover him with kisses, slowly, until Dream is rumbling quietly, are you mine? And Sam doesn't hesitate to reassure, of course, always, forever.

And I think Punz contemplates for a moment, before making a suggestion. you should show him, Sammy. I think he needs a demonstration.

And I think Sam should fuck Dream and make him cry while Punz gets themselves off, breathless, telling Dream he looks like heaven, how much they worship him. And Dream should beg and plead mindlessly while Sam holds his middle and tells Dream he'll give him anything he wants, everything he wants. He was made for Dream.

And i think Punz tells Sam, too, don't you think he looks good like this Sammy? And Sam fervently agrees, moaning loudly as he feels Dream clench around him in desperation

#backposting #awesamdrunz

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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1:02 AM - Hoseok

You knew this guy.

He lived across from you, used to be all colorful and vibrant. He was always smiling and dancing and singing- he was a bit annoying actually.

You weren't really the most sunshiney person yourself actually, more of a black cat instead. People weren't interesting and you couldn't find yourself trying to relate to most men, let alone this one with his obnoxious laugh and constant need to have people over at his apartment.

There was this one time he practically broke into your apartment while you were clothed in nothing but a small towel on your way out of the shower- okay, granted, he had barged in because he heard your scream and thought something had happened to you- but it wasn't any of his business anyway!

It was embarrassing enough that you had let out a blood curdling scream all because of a cockroach, let alone that someone caught you at your worst. You forced him to kill the bug and shoved him out the door, your hair so wet it flung droplets of water onto his shirt and seeped through the material, making it stick to his chest and reveal-

Huh, maybe he's a little interesting at all.

You eyes barely lingered on the piercing pushing through sheer white material over his pec and you tilted your head, making eye contact with him for a brief moment before regaining the shield of annoyance you always wore and slammed the door in his face.

Ever since then, you've hated that guy so much you look for him just to glare at him, stare at his front door just a little bit longer when you walk out of your place just to make sure he stays in there. You rolled your eyes at him when he was in the elevator at the same time as you, flipped him off when you crossed paths at the grocery store one time.

Now, you make sure to go at that very same time every week just to get another chance to see him tell him off.

Except for now you never see him at all.

There was mail collecting in front of his door and flooding the mailbox and you never ran into him at all.

"Did that tool move? The one in apartment 924? The one who's always smiling? Brown hair, wide set eyes- he's kind of...like noodley?"

"Noodley?" The man at the front desk asked, raising his eyes, "You mean Hobi?"

"What kind of a name is Hobi?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"Well, his real name is Hoseok."

Hoseok.

You felt your heart thud and your hands tingle, taking a step back as your eyes widened slightly. Hoseok. That was...that was a good name.

You wanted to wrap your tongue around it, push the sound from side to side in your mouth and chew up the syllables. You breathed it out, allowing yourself to whisper his name just once, just quietly.

"Yeah, that asshole- is he gone? I mean, did he move or something?" You repeated.

"No, not that I'm aware of. Next time I see him, do you want me to mention that you asked about him?"

"Do you want me to move?" You asked sarcastically, "No, absolutely not. Don't say jack shit."

You frowned and went back up to your apartment, wondering if you could let yourself say his name just one more time.

The next time you saw him, his hair was white and he looked tired, lugging a black duffle on his shoulder with a pissed off look on his face. You were stumbling on your way back from a club, slightly drunk but not drunk enough to forget that you absolutely had to order food right this minute, shuffling into the elevator staring at a menu on your phone.

You were staring so hard that you didn't realize anyone else was in the elevator, bumping directly into Hobi's chest when you walked in.

He grunted, looking down at you with a frown and an expression that said 'what is wrong with you?'.

You let out a squeak of surprise and backed up, eyes wide as your ass hit the wall opposite to him, staring at his appearance. You hadn't ever seen his hair like this- all short and spiked up and he was exhausted and annoyed by you and it was sexy.

"You're forgetting something," He grumbled quietly, cutting through the silence between you two with a voice barely louder than a whisper, deep in tone and gravelly with sleep.

Maybe it's because you were drunk, but it made you squeeze your thighs a little closer together.

You frowned and tilted your head, too focused on the adam's apple bobbing against his throat to respond verbally. Silently, Hobi picked up a manicured hand- black nail polish, sexy. Sexy- sexy- and flipped you off, his long middle finger paired with a bored expression on his face.

Your mouth fell open and the elevator dinged perfectly on time.

"Have a good night, nice dress." Hoseok said with a smirk, leaving you alone in the elevator without so much as a word.

You saw him more after that but something had shifted. He wasn't smiling as much, keeping to himself or always glued to his phone and a large pair of headphones that warded off any attempt at conversation.

Not that you'd attempt to talk to him either way- you weren't friendly, you hated him, remember?

It didn't make a difference to you until one day it did and the two of you were the only ones in the mail room, rifling through your three bills while he had about thirty unopened packages and a million more letters in his hand. He seemed annoyed by it all, shoving his headphones off of his head and driving a fist into his now jet black, short cropped hair. You eyed the way it stuck up straight and matted down in other spots where the strap of the headphones had been sitting, wondering what on earth he was always listening to.

You stared at him long enough for Hoseok to notice, a steely eyed look meeting yours out of the corner of his eyes, "You need something?"

"You're wearing black."

He frowned, staring down at the black painter style jumpsuit he had on, "Okay?"

"What's wrong with you?" You barked, frowning at him.

"Am I not allowed to wear black?" He asked, tilting his head in a confused way. He looked at you for the first time in awhile and you watched his eyes widen, wondering what that meant.

"You're wearing black and you don't do that annoying smile anymore and you dyed your hair. It's back to normal now but it's dirty and you're wearing black. You don't even try to make Mrs. Choi on the fourth floor laugh anymore when you see her and you're wearing black- what's wrong with you?" You ranted, pouting stubbornly.

Hoseok's face screwed up in frustration, hands balling into fists before he cursed under his breath, falling into an exhausted puddle on the ground. He sat amongst his piles of mail with his head between his knees, groaning in annoyance.

Oops.

"I'm fucking tired- I've been working on something and I don't have the time to focus on anything else." He said quietly, "I'm just tired."

"You're so dramatic," You laughed, taking a step closer to him, "Get over it, Hobi. It's just work, don't be such a cog. Take a break, find something to distract you."

"You really don't get it," He grumbled, shaking his head. He froze, peering up at you with a curious expression before rising to his full height.

He was a significant amount taller than you and you hadn't realized how close he was so when he stood, you gasped audibly, taken aback by how intimidating he was up close. Hoseok's eyes were trained on you, narrowed slightly in suspicion. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the smoothness of his skin, wanting to reach out and touch him- just to see what it would be like.

"I thought you hated me but now you seem to know all about me- I don't even know yours and yet you're calling me by my nickname, no honorifics, no manners?" He asked.

You wondered how his voice could be so soft and yet be the only thing worth focusing on, the tone of it making you lean in and want to listen to him all the time.

"Well, barging into other people's apartments when they're naked doesn't exactly scream mr.manners either," You pointed out, taking a step back.

Hoseok smiled for the first time in months and you felt pride blossom in your chest. He took you in for a moment before sighing, "You definitely weren't naked- I'd remember that."

You blushed and forced yourself to look away from him, gathering your mail before rushing past him, "Yeah, well- whatever, just stop being so emo, Mrs. Choi needs a friend or whatever."

"Mrs. Choi said that, huh?" Hobi smirked, watching you avoid eye contact with him.

You flipped him off and his laugh boomed off the walls, staying with you long after you had returned back to your apartment.

You went through the rest of your evening, unable to shake the very annoying, incessant, incredibly frustrating boy off your mind.

You showered wondering if whether you screamed right now, Hoseok would come bounding in again. You brushed your teeth wondering what his lips felt like, stared at your reflection and wondered why his eyes got so wide when he looked at you earlier.

More importantly, what did he do for work that had him so stressed?

You thought he was a dancer or something- that's what Mrs. Choi had told you at least. Not that you asked, she just talked a lot and the elevator was so slow sometimes.

But anyway, she told you that he was a dancer, that's why he was always getting noise complaints and was up at odd hours. You wondered what kind of dancing he was doing, whether it was something stupid like ballet or something. You snorted, imagining him in tights and pointe shoes until you got to his thighs suddenly it wasn't so stupid anymore.

"Damn," You mumbled to yourself, wondering if Mrs. Choi could get you a video of him dancing or something.

You dressed yourself quickly, pulling a large shirt over your head and foregoing panties because....you were looking for your vibrator instead. You cursed your own hormones, wishing you weren't so damn turned on by that stupid fucking sunshine boy who isn't so sunshiny anymore- this wouldn't have happened if he wasn't going through an emo phase.

"Where the hell is it?" You mumbled to yourself, hunting in your bedside table.

You dove underneath your bed, hunting in the random pile of junk shoved under there until there was a knock at your front door. You squeaked in surprise, the top of your head hitting the bed frame. You winced and hurried to answer the door.

You swung it open, still clutching the top of your head. Hoseok appeared, without his headphones for the first time in months and a shiny smile back on his face. You felt your cheeks redden and immediately remembered that you didn't have anything but a shirt on- shrieking immediately.

"What?" Hoseok screamed back, looking behind him wildly with a fearful look on his face.

"I don't- Uh, nothing," You stammered, thinking maybe your shirt was big enough to hide your indecency. "W-What are you doing? Here, I mean- What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, I know it's late, were you asleep?" He asked, taking in your appearance and stopping at the top of your thighs. His lips parted, falling open in a cute little heart shape that you'd be able to better admire if you weren't so focused on the violent horniness coursing through your body.

You squeezed your legs together, hoping he wouldn't notice, "I wasn't asleep- what are you doing here?"

Hoseok tilted his head over and looked at you, eye contact so consistent it intimidated the shit out of you.

"I'm, uh," He said awkwardly, a slow smile growing on his face, "I'm trying to take someone's advice. You know, stop being a cog, find something to distract myself."

"Sounds like good advice," You nodded, "So what'd you find to distract you?"

He grinned, stepping towards you. You leaned in instinctively, scanning his face carefully. He smirked, humming lightly in a way that reminded you of a cat.

"You."

to be continued...?

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#bts drabble #bts timestamps #bts fic #bts smut #hoseok drabble #hoseok fic #jung hoseok fanfiction #hoseok x you #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x oc #hoseok x reader #j hope headcanon #j hope imagine #j hope x you #j hope x reader #j hope fanfic

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drkineildwicks · 2 months

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BH6 Snippets--2/18/2024

Watched an episode of the series tonight and took advantage of that juice to work on the sequel to (Not So) Hated by Life Itself, let's go:

"Are we going to do the three-step verification like Edna Mode?" "Oh that’s tempting, gotta think on it—you know what I’ll ask Roddy to send us a list of security options and we can pick the really cool ones.” “Right—act natural, here comes Granville.” “Oh hey Professor G!” Fred greeted. “Showing Tadashi here this new fic that updated—don’t tell Obake though, he’s got opinions about it.” “Well it’s good to know that you feel that securely about your GPA that you’re taking breaks,” Professor Granville said, looking them over. “Well I did just finish giving Baymax a new upgrade,” Tadashi said. “I now monitor: emergency bandwidths,” Baymax told her. “As being able to more quickly respond to emergencies makes me a better healthcare companion.” “Very good,” she said, nodding once before striding over to where Hiro and Obake were working on the Buzzmaxes. Looked the whole thing over, focused on them. “We discussed working on projects that haven’t been fielded through a professor first.” “It’s okay, these are safe,” Hiro said. “Yeah you remember these—the gala the monster crashed?” Tadashi asked her. “These are the Buzzmaxes, that joint project I was telling you about.” “We’re not calling them Buzzmaxes,” Obake ground out under his breath. “Also thinking about making a construction-themed Baymax and calling it Buildmax.” “Tadashi Hamada I will pay you money to stop talking.”

So in taking the notes for Season 2 the base doesn't get introduced until the second half but part of what's making this fic a bit more noodley to work with is me weaving those two separate arcs together--you know, like an actual coherent season instead of the writing's on the wall boys better hustle.

#bh6 #bh6 month #obake #big hero 6 #big hero six #tadashi #big hero 6 the series #big hero six the series #fred #professor granville #(not so) hated by life itself #sequel #still hunting for a name

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hirokiyuu · 1 year

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so i've been writing a looooot of exocolonist fic that probably won't get published as like. longer stuff? but some of it is really fun so i wanted to throw it at least on here for some people's viewing pleasure wwwww

so have this dys+sol/nomi! a little bit of dys>sol but this is mostly just abt kids being stupid and also friends! please enjoy >:) mild spoilers for nomi's romance route

i like to dance real fast; 650 words

“Dys.”

Sol’s face is deathly serious, which means whatever this is about is going to be stupid as shit. He always looks delighted whenever he’s talking about the Gardeners or the Array -- seriousness is reserved solely for bullshit colony drama. “Dys, I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to not laugh at me, okay?”

“Fine,” says Dys. In his heart he’s out on the Ridges, sitting with Sym under the stars as they talk about anything and everything. In reality, unfortunately, he’s here. “What.”

Sol whips out his holopalm. “Okay, so you saw Nomi’s post, right?” He’s whispering, leaning his head in, and despite himself the crush Dys has been trying to bury for years wiggles a little from under the dirt. “Do you think…. Did the other person in it look like me?”

Dys very heroically does not roll his eyes as Sol dumps a shovelful of dirt on Dys’s feelings himself. It’s not so hard to get over someone who's this obviously in love with someone else. Still, in the spirit of friendship and also getting Sol to leave faster, Dys dutifully opens his own holopalm up to squint at the picture again.

The photo Nomi took of the drawing isn’t great. The lightning's off and the angle’s weird, which means Dys can only make out two figures: clearly-not-Sol and maybe-Sol-maybe-not. “I dunno,” he says, but at Sol’s pleading look gives it another closer squint. “If it’s not you, who else would it be?”

“Rex,” says Sol, instantly, face falling a little. “And I get it, y’know? He’s nice and cool and they’ve been friends forever, but… maybe I have a chance anyways, right? I mean, they, y’know, danced with me on my birthday and everything…?”

In the most embarrassing display Dys has ever seen in his life, yeah. Both Sol and Nomi had seemed happy, though, grinning at each other as they did their weird noodley wiggles. Another shovel of dirt, there: if Sol expected him to do that Dys would just die instead. He gives the picture another squint. “I’d say it’s more like you than him.”

“Really?” Ugh. Dys needs more dirt; the smile Sol gives him is small and unsure and brilliant despite that, red dusting his cheeks. “That’s… that’s good. Okay. Yeah. Yeah! Alright, I’ll, um… I’ll talk to them about it, I guess? Thanks, Dys.”

Sol reaches out and squeezes his hand. Dys really needs more dirt. “Okay,” says Sol, and then stands up, punching his hands in the air. “Okay! I’m gonna… I’m gonna do it! Okay!”

Stars above. This is kind of embarrassing to watch, which is good for burying his feelings and bad for his mental health. “Good luck,” says Dys, who means it mostly earnestly but also a little because he’d like this whole thing to be over as soon as possible.

“Thanks!” says Sol, without looking over, still red as he looks down towards where Nomi’s no doubt standing with Rex. “I’ll see you later, Dys, thank you for the help!”

With that he’s off, striding back down into the colony with a determined look on his face. Cute, Dys thinks, but not in the way that hurts. It’s just sort of… nice. To think that Sol and Nomi might date. That they might make each other smile like they did last Quiet, two idiots together who he does, despite himself, care about.

Well… maybe it's a little lonely, too. Dys sighs, flips open his notebook again until he finds a blank page. Too bad he's not on expedition for another few days: he wants to be out there again, walking with Sym through the wilderness. For now, though, he'll have to content himself with memory.

He clicks his pen and presses it to the paper. Nomi’s kind of nuts but he can agree about one thing: there's something sort of cathartic about drawing your feelings, and so alone on the hill, as below him Sol finds his happy ending, he contents himself with sketching Sym’s face.

#i was a teenage exocolonist #solanaceae #dysthymia #nomination #how do you writing #i was a teenage exocolonist spoilers ?#my favorite genre of fic might be grief but my second favorite is kids being stupid #or as almond put it #Earnest Teenage Cringe #i just like when kids are stupid! its endearing #anyways pls enjoy tomorrow is terrible lesbian content so like. look forward (?) to that one #title is from mccafferty beachboys for no reason except that i was listening to it #SOL/NOMI IS NOT A MCCAFFERTY SHIP AT ALL LMFAO i just think the Vibes were Correct

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goblin-named-sam · 2 months

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Journey to Dorito Body pt 8

I may have went a bit too hard for the first time back in the gym in a bit so I took a few rest days but I'm back at it and....might have over done it again?

Okay hear me out. The weights just felt too light! So I upped my weight...and did more reps...and another set than usual. I have a too much gene! Leave me alone!

Should I pace myself better? Probably! Do I feel like a badass right now with all my sore muscles? Yes yes I do. Will future me hate past me for this? Yes yes he will but that's his problem to deal with!

Anyway I'm noticing improvements! Not visual yet but like I said my usual weight felt light....it. felt. LIGHT! I also did THREE good solid form hangs! Five seconds EACH! I could barely hold proper form for a second a week ago! AND my hands don't hurt as much while doing it! That's what I call PROGRESS, baby!

I am also doing more leg workouts aka cardio. I, Mr. I'd-sooner-die-than-do-cardio Sammy D'goblin, ran on a treadmill....for all of three minutes but fuck you that's a lot!

Why this sudden change of heart? Well, I've noticed that my elbows (once I stopped hyperextending them doing curls) have been doing a lot better. I have fewer days where they hurt, few days where I can't do dishes or fold laundry cuz my elbows hurt too much. My noodley joints are reacting well to strengthening the muscles around them so I want to do the same thing with my legs cuz my nlknees buckle a LOT. I already started doing squats and lunges but I think running and walking would do more for my legs. So yeah cardio is being a thing now and I loathe and despise it but I already noticed during my post gym walk that my knees didn't buckle so dammit if it doesn't work.

Anyway pictures!

You can actually SEE my muscles in these ones so yay! Also look!

My massive gallon bottle can fit in my coat pocket!

#Journey to Dorito Body #fitness journey #fitness journal #workout #exercise #my disability is unknown #but maybe working out is helping me manage it #yay big pockets #does anyone other than my sister even SEE these #i dont think so but thats fine #shes the only cheerleader i need #best sister ever

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jakdaw-arts · 3 months

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Info dump about your digimon OCs pls. 🥺

*chuckles nervously*

That’s a can of worms. Most of the digimon OCs I’ve got are connected with an AU story idea that’s been percolating for a Hot Minute. Main things of note about the universe are that there are no chosen children, no canon characters, the human-digimon partnerships are due to an online game that [reason pending] ended up slightly connected to the digital world, but the digital world has existed for as long as the real world. Humans in the digital world are converted to something closer to a digimon, and ones that die there are treated as digimon and get egg’d, losing their memories in the process unless backed up via a digivice.

That is all to say that there is so much rattling around my brain about this world lmao. Anyway. There are so many ocs in this setting that i’m just gonna pick a few of em to info dump about.

Characters:

Rush

Keemon > Yaamon > Impmon > Wizarmon > Reapmon > Beelzemon. Self-indulgent reality hopper. Sometimes breaks things and/or makes things weird by yeeting themself into a reality. That noodley little impmon I drew recently.

The purpose of Rush is usually to be a living macguffin. In this case, they jumped into this reality, splitting off a new timeline because of the Major Change of there being a person where before there hadn’t been. The rules of the digital world decided to be strict about the Weird Thing that invaded, converting Rush into data and having them solidify as an egg, sans memories. Memories slowly come back as they digivolve, they end up traveling with a group of humans with their digimon partners, shit goes down, eventually the day is saved, yadda yadda yadda.

Rush-with-memories is a fairly even-keeled individual, having bounced around realities and dealt with plenty of Situations. Rush-without-memories is an inquisitive creature with little regard for personal space and a whole lot of confusion, once they get past the just-vibing stage they were in as a keemon and yaamon. They have thumbs, an ability to set things on fire, and little regard for how squishable they are (they learn, and shortly after also learn how quickly they can skitter on all fours. thankfully, pretty fast).

Beelzebumon - The Ratvatar (don’t call him that)

Demon Lord. Similar vibes to the Beelzemon in Digimon World: Next Order. Demon lords’ cores exist outside the realms of space/time, with physical avatars in each of the realities that can ‘respawn’ after a time if they are destroyed. The demon lords’ powers are split up among their avatars, so adding a new split makes them eeever so slightly weaker. Beelzebumon doesn’t care, the rest of the demon lords are displeased. The ripple that happened with the split let him wiggle out of the dark area so he spends most of his time taking in the sights and occasionally watching the shenanigans that a bunch of human children in the digital world are getting up to. Might give them a helping hand in passing, if only out of amusement of derailing the plans of the other demon lords.

He finds the fleeing-from-danger impmon, who is less afraid of him than whatever was chasing them. He lets them tag along for a bit, vaguely intrigued when they talk about the bits and pieces of memories they’re getting back. When they come across a little band of humans he herds the impmon towards them so he can go back to his preferred state of mostly-just observing. He’s the first one to figure out the little impmon is the reason reality got a little wibbly wobbly and made a new branch.

Kai & Storm

Kai- Human that would very much like off this ride, please. (to be fair, all the humans want off this ride at some point) Storm- Kai’s partner, Puttimon > Cupimon > Patamon > Angemon. Just glad to be here.

Intended to be the primary pov duo. Sheltered religious kid figures themself out in the digital world whether they want to or not. Have I mentioned this bunch gets stuck in the digital world for years? Cuz that’s a whole Thing when they get out and they’ve all aged like five years in what seems to everyone else to be [exact time difference pending]. Kai takes a while to warm up to Storm, since they didn’t play the game nearly as much as most of the others that got dragged in, and *gestures at the whole impromptu long, dangerous camping trip.*

Storm just wants his human to be happy and safe. Once he’s able to maintain his angemon form for longer than the length of a battle he spends most of his time as that, since it’s big enough to pick Kai up and haul ass if something dangerous sneaks up on them. Which, due to the maneuverings of some grumpy demon lords that assume the humans appearing was the cause of the split, is a fairly common occurrence.

Lawrence

Agunimon. Previously human, died in the digital world, came back as a digiegg. Regained most of his memories with time, most comfortable in his agunimon form (fairly human-shaped, has hands... useful things). Pretty fly for a dead guy. Ends up playing a bit of a guardian role for the human gaggle, leomon-adjacent but with less dying. He’s still a pretty vague idea, but I just think he’s neat. Big ol armored fire guy with horns, being used as an impromptu jungle gym for a bunch of kids and their tiny digi buddies.

Otherwise there’s a gaggle of other human kids and their digimon partners, to fill out the “a bunch of kids who played this game at one point in time who happened to be close to/in contact with their computers and got yoinked to the digital world” requirement, most of whom are background characters. Plus some mature digimon that take some pity on the kids and help them out, and at least one more human-now-digimon that doesn’t much care to prod around for old memories and is quite happy with how she is now, thank-you-very-much.

I have... far less Actually Written Down than I'd like for this whole mess lmao

#jakdaw jabbers #digimon #oc!rush #oc!the ratvatar #oc!kai #oc!storm #oc!lawrence #reality!wrath of the demon lords

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jurweemn · 6 months

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WcWd: This OC I introduced but refused to elaborate on a couple weeks ago

I should start by introducing him: his name is E'lim! I chose it because it sounded partially like "Eli" with a bit of the word "limb" mixed in. TBH I just mash random syllables together when coming up with names (this was moreso the case back when E'lim here was made, but that's still part of my naming process sometimes)

I mentioned that he usually wears a more plain attire when he appeared two Wednesdays ago. Well, turns out that I never settled on consistent shoes, either. Here's a couple more pixel art drawings I found of him:

There's quite a few more (probably unfinished) drawings of this fella hidden within the containers for nigh every medium I used around 2019-2021. After that? Not sure what happened, but suddenly I didn't like him. Like, I think he'd be more appealing as a character if his arms were noodley but I always drew them so stiff as though they had bones and it looked weird.

Looking back, I didn't have a good enough grasp of how to make this type of character: noodley limbs that definitely don't connect to the rest of the body in an anatomically correct way, oversized shoes that will inevitably result in cursed imagery if taken off, gloves that are likewise over-inflated and never to be removed... huh maybe I should do a character design study on Sonic characters

I also constantly gave him that stupid-looking smile. It reminds me of the Dreamworks face meme now and I hate it. Now, if I were to redesign this guy? I'd embrace the fact that he's supposed to be stylized, and NOT worry about whether or not he appears to have bones because it seems like that's exactly what I did every single time I drew him and, poor guy, that's not a good look for him 😔

...I wanted to end the post with that paragraph, but then I started typing up the other two-thirds of this post in the hashtags. So here's my rant about the canvas sizes: the "Halloween" one was WAAAY too big for starters. There was this whole era of my drawings where I wanted to be able to capture the details that other mediums offer, but I also didn't want to use other mediums because pixel art was what I was best at. I ended up just taking an unnecessarily long time on massive pixel art canvases, all because I had concerns about working in a software like ibisPaint or Procreate. "Pixel art doesn't require brushes, so how would I know which brush to use?" "What on earth is a 'blending mode'?" "I can't draw a straight line for the life of me, and you want me to add weight to them now??" I'm pretty sure most self-taught artists have struggles like those, though; I was just a bit late to it because learning those things wasn't needed in my pixel artist skillset, oddly enough

Anyway. Those two drawings of E'lim with a clipboard are actually some of the last I made, both of him and in oversized pixel art. You might can tell that I was beginning to address all of the problems I've brought up in this post already; the scale on it is smaller than the Halloween drawing, and the face isn't just a widened smile peering directly into the viewer's soul. Regardless I still wasn't proud of how he kept turning out in my drawings (and also didn't fit into my shifting ideas for worldbuilding) so I lost interest in drawing him and he fell out of being one of my main OCs.

#I think I'm gonna draw him again soon #just to see if I can fix how rigid his limbs look #maybe redesign him a little #I might like this character again!#btw his pronouns are he/it but I've been using mainly “he” because “it” feels dehumanizing and also a bit confusing to read?#like am I referring to an object or a character #the lore would've been that it was created artificially by some nobody with creation powers #which is kinda why I decided to go with he/it in the first place #so they're more like his technical pronouns than his preferred ones #idk if he has preferred pronouns actually but I prefer to use “he/him” for him #this makes me sound like I'd suck as a father for an LGBTQ+ individual #I'm an ally but I'm not really beating the allegations #luckily there aren't any against me yet but it'd be horrible PR if this post resurfaced someday #character art #character design #original character #pixel art #wildcard wednesdays

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weiwithwords · 9 months

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Waverider's Origin

It wasn't the waves that got to Seza, though they tossed his ship around with the disregard of a toddler chucking antique glassware. It wasn't the dark either, though it strangled his vision like a garotte around the eyes.

No, it was the cold. The cold of the maelstrom bit into Seza's bones, marrow-deep. It made him want to turn himself inside-out and set himself on fire. He almost would have, if he'd known how.

Instead, he plunged his hand into the leather pouch hanging from his hip. Felt the glass-smooth bone of us clacking in the dark. Whispered a prayer. And drew.

It was a good draw. It was a draw fragile with desperation, but veined by the spark of hope. It was a draw that reminded us of a certain filigreed porcelain bowl, before we'd been left to rot in the Emperor's vaults: delicate white shot through with twinkling gold. A good companion during the Emperor's court games, if a bit stuck-up. We had been sad when we were parted.

Maybe that's why we gave him the Noodles.

Our keeper whipped the tile out and raised it to the sky in a white-knuckle fist, roaring defiance against fate. We liked that too, so we spiced up our show with a bit of flair. Our creator would have been proud. Ilyenwe had ever been the showman.

The lurch of the waves stilled so suddenly Seza had to grab the starboard bannister to keep from falling over. The thunder slammed into tombstone silence. A single sunbeam pierced through the stormclouds and alighted on our keeper's fist, condemning the rest of the world to shadow.

With wonder, with reverence, Seza opened his dripping hand, and saw the tile he drew.

The Bowl of Noodles. It was a part of us rich with history. We still remember the feeling when this part of us had been carved, the smile on our maker's face as he etched loops and whorls and steam-curls wafting up. We had used it to build lifelong bonds, shatter hatreds, pacify nations. Once, the Emperor had discarded it in a game during her parley with a neighboring conqueror, giving her opponent the winning hand. That one discard had averted unimaginable bloodshed.

Our keeper felt warm now, and we felt warm through him. It was a warmth as rich and deep as a noodley bone broth melting through the dead of winter.

Seza leaned over the bannister and saw a single, massive eye gazing up at him, a lens of hellish red lighting the depths like demonfire. It spanned as large as the Emperor's Tower Clock, whose ticking had been a nation's heartbeat. The eye oozed hunger and power and everything beyond human comprehension.

And though Seza's veins ran thick with fear, his courage ran thicker -- not through our will, but through his. And we knew he was fit to wield us.

The eye was lidless, so it could not blink. But much later, when Seza recanted the tale of this moment in retirement, he would swear how he saw her blink -- just the once, ponderously slow and bereft of malice, the way a cat blinks when it wants to know you better. This recanting drove the bards wild, and they composed a thousand verses to mythologize the moment.

We were there. There was no blink.

But there was a flash. It was a flash ponderously slow and bereft of malice, long as a masterwork strand of hand-pulled noodle. It was the flash of curiosity, a flash reflected in Seza's own eyes. Fear has many killers, and curiosity is among the foremost. And so it was that when the eye surged up to surface, Seza's courage stayed unbroken, and he smiled.

We felt a profound kinship with the creature when we saw her fully. She embodied much of us: the Albatross and the Overgrown Wall and the Rabbit's Eyes and the Mortar and Pestle and -- of course -- the Sea Monster. But more than that, she reminded us of who we were, the place from which we'd come. The strength of this connection ran deeper than the understanding of any human who had ever wielded us, deeper even than the understanding of our maker. It ran as deep as ocean trench and namesake. It ran as deep as bone.

Seza reached out to touch her. He felt the slime coating her dark green scales. Fear lurched inside his chest, but curiosity lurched harder. And so it was that Seza stepped up the starboard bannister and onto her.

He almost slipped. Almost. Perhaps we used the Hairpin to steady his feet. So what if we did? He was the one who freed us from the Emperor's vaults after she had died; surely we owed him that? Besides, what would the world have been without Seza, Waverider, Leviathan Tamer, Explorer of the Onyx Isles, the One With A Sea Dragon Beneath His Heel?

If you ever meet him, don't call him that last one. Their relationship was far friendlier than that. Trust us, we would know.

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This short story came from a game of Artefact I played with a friend of mine. Artefact is a meditative story game designed by Jack Harrison. You play as a sentient magic item bearing witness to the fullness of time, exploring themes of patience and isolation in a fantasy setting. Even though it was originally designed as a solo journaling game, it's pretty fun to play with friends!

We decided we were a legendary mahjong set with different tiles representing different aspects of esoterica. Here's a list:

The Tattered Sail (disease)

The Arrow -> The Albatross (gender norms -> breaking gender norms)

The Rabbit's Eyes (death)

The Overgrown Wall (isolation, solitude)

The River Delta (organization, smoothness)

The Black Moth (peace)

The Sea Monster (the unknown)

The Plow (domination)

The Bowl of Noodles (friendship)

The Hairpin (protection)

The Mortar and Pestle (strength)

#ttrpg #short fiction #fantasy #mahjong #tarot #sea monster

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Name:

Noah Pardus

Species:

leopard Shark Merman

Age:

20-25

Birthday:

August 5th

Height:

(human form) 5,7

(mershark) 7, ( including tail tip)

Likes:

shellfish, egg dishes and softer foods, seashells, cats, sunbathing, flowers, the surface,the Ocean, seashells and other ocean Treasures, dressing up, shiny trinkets and jewelry, flowers

Dislikes:

sour food, Strong tastes or smells, people that he doesn't know. Cold temperature.

Personality:

very calm, happy, however, can be a bit shy with strangers. He gets excited when he sees his friends excited.

reads the room and adjusts as needed so he feels human.

Innocent and airheaded times.

Very physically affectionate.

Otherwise is very mellow and responsible, reliable and smart.

Takes pride in his appearance

Appearance:

short messy Brown hair with hazel eyes and prominent freckles on his cheeks and the bridge nose, also on his back as well.

has a blue sea glass pendant that allows him to become human and walk on land, (some say it's a gift from Poseidon himself when he found and retrieved his trident.)

Has two sharp canines kind of like a cat

His mershark form leopard shark spots that go from his tail on some of his body,

His mershark form is rather lanky because leopard sharks are rather noodley

Extra:

He doesn't know his own strength; he can be forceful without knowing.

When everybody else reading something he can't quite understand he pretends to read it so he doesn't feel left out

Learning how to use his human vocal cords so he doesn't know how to speak.( he can speak at his voice is really soft and smooth)

He's trying to act as human as he can. So he copies his human peers thinking it might help him.

Noah is actually pretty smart and a fast learner.

Has a large stash of seashells, sand dollars and other ocean Treasures that he only shares with his loved ones. He gives out the best ones as courting gifts.

Gender differences don't matter to him; he will dress himself in whatever he wants, whether it's polos or Dresses, Doing his hair and makeup.

#oc:noah #ro.oc #monster boyfriend #hahaha I'm so mean to release this character right after I closed my requests >:3

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gardenergulfie · 2 years

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AWAUGHGHGGH KISSIES.. katherine giving kissies... yes please... joey when hes hes. i think at some point kisses & holding hands & hugs all go onto the same level of affection 4 joey. specifically bc he and katherine are both so willing to do it platonically. and one day he kisses some other person just straight up because he forgot that thats not a Normal Friend Thing

to me Joey is the kind of person that once he starts getting used to attention/affection he cant go a day without it. He's dramatically draping himself over his friends, bemoaning his lack of kisses. Katherine will normally let him suffer for a bit (because its funny) and then give him a lil smooch on the head, Shelby actually shove him off her but he's like a cat he's a liquid he just comes back, so you get Shelby doing dangerous magic while Joey's snuggled around her like a noodley ferret.

#asks #fairytale trio

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villains4hire · 1 year

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Ms. Chalice (Cuphead Universe)

1. I don’t plan on strictly following the game or the animation but I will say I’ll use a lot of the characterization of the animation, expand on her backstory more and personality. Then probably use parts of the game’s personality over the animation’s in very nuanced ways, but also her coping mechanisms with her own state of being.

2. I plan on using her in a more cartoonish way than the show or game, think like Bugs Bunny or something. This will make her extremely overpowered in realistic settings or otherwise as that’d basically be a reality bender, but she’s purely meant for fun, comedy and adventure with maybe some heart-felt angst on the rare occasion.

3. You do not have to rhyme or dance with me when this character does that, she just, does that. She might be warping things around the audience of one, however, so keep in mind. It would probably be fun even with her being used with a character say like Charlie from Helluva Boss or Fred from Scooby Doo where they’re cartoons, yes, but don’t operate on the warped logic of looney tunes levels humor, though Chalice is self-aware in that regard and I’ll explain more below! As it’s not a 4th wall break.

4. This character is a confirmed adult by the creators in at least the game? And seemingly is the same size as other adult characters, though much shorter than some exceptions, of course since they vary so much. She is shippable and smuttable, but I’ll admit I’m not SUPER into that aspect for her but you’re always free to ask if I know you. I will probably say yes if I like you but she has no real features or body type honestly? Other than maybe a slight butt so yeah, not really meant to be sexy.

5. I will not ship her with Cuphead or Mugman, they are siblings.

Do I want them to die: Yeah it’s fine, I even encourage trying to kill her because she’s already dead. Will I have/get icons: I have too many. Tag: put on a show (Main verse for interactions and multiverse) | she went down to georgia (Verse where she serves Satan of the Cuphead Show and gets people to sign contracts for him after sacrificing herself to save her brothers as one of his top collectors, as she’d have her powers from the previous contract she weaseled out of and then the additional ones from Satan for the new one for how I have it, albeit probably just amp’d up ones. This verse will also be used as her past before breaking free from the Devil with the help of Cuphead and Mugman) Age: at least a few centuries. Sex: AMAB Gender: she/her identifying but she’s a literal cup and not human? So eh, he/him or whatever pronouns really. Race: Humanoid Cup (Currently) Undead Revenant (Additionally) Sexuality: Doesn’t really matter to her so long as she likes you. Personality traits: Kind... when she wants to be. Empathetic. Liar. Manipulative. Trickster. Jokester. Likes to sing and dance. Has trouble accepting people into her life. A loner. Likes heavy affection. Charismatic. Lonely. Wanderer. Con-Artist. Can be selfless. A bit disconnected from people being immortal. Copes through various ways. Tends to ignore how she feels. Makes things a game, a show or some kind of scheme to pass the time. Follows a set of arbitrary rules that she keeps to herself, mostly to keep things interesting. Mental traits: Has some pretty big hangups. Physical traits: Very noodley, I guess other than having a bit of a butt? There’s no real features to her actual body and she stands in around 5′0. Powers:

Ghost Form: she’s already dead and can be destroyed, but will reform an hour later at a location of her choice. Granted, killing her is difficult to begin with, though for comedic purposes, she may reform simply quicker even if a bit mentally exhausting if she say exploded, then appeared right next to the person that did it.

Intangibility: she can go through walls.

Flight: she can float and fly. Possession: she can take over the bodies of others and control them.

Shapeshifting: she can change her shape form at will, granted, she usually keeps it to her ghost form but may change occasionally just to surprise people or mess with them.

Tap Dancing and Singer: is a gifted tap dancer and singer and often sings when doing her dances, granted with certain characters for crossovers? This will very much come off as reality bending with how it can change the background, aspects of Chalice, objects, people or even your character if you want to allow it. As it’s all just apart of the ‘show’.

Driving: she is capable of driving.

Intelligent: she seems pretty wise crackin’ and so are her schemes and smarts.

Unnatural Charm: she tends to get what she wants from people using her charms, but it’s clear it wears off or someone strong-willed could resist it.

Voided Devil Contract: she made a deal with the devil and tap-danced her way out of it after getting some help from Mugman and Cuphead. What this means? She kept her powers as a Revenant and the added boost she got onto herself. So while she’ll never be able to go to the afterlife now? She thinks she has more than a few ways to pass the time now to cope. She has a way of changing things to go with her flow or pranks and that’s where the whole more cartoony angle comes! You’re free to play along if from the Cuphead Universe or a similar style like Looney Tunes and we can simply have fun if your character is a more realistic one.

Motivations: To have fun. To end her loneliness and cope. Backstory:

I like the animated show but I think I’ll just say the Cuphead Brothers helped her out of her contract with Satan in a similar fashion but combined with the games in a way? I just like the concepts of both to combine it. I’m gonna be vague about it as it doesn’t matter exactly, but I will keep her death in similar circumstances of dying after escaping an orphanage.

#put on a show #she went down to georgia #bios #long post

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