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brutal-nemesis · 6 months

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E&T: A Truly Slothful Start

*points at Erebus* Bro is NOT built for this lmao (btw I drew the sloth demon a v long time ago enjoy)

Suggested battle music: Grandma (Destruction) from NieR: Automata (spotify | youtube)

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Ingredients: combat whump we fight monster, amputation hehe (not gory tho!), slight drowning, undescribed eye whump

PART III: Untitled World

The things that hit him first were the suffocating darkness and the awful chill in the air.

Erebus knew he didn’t belong here. All around him, strange rock formations jutted out every which way, no sign of life among them. There didn’t seem to be any source of light, and yet everything was clearly visible, casting hardly any shadow. The silence was nearly absolute, pressing in on his ears. The only thing he could hear was the freakishly loud sound of his own heartbeat, amplified by the collar around his neck.

Wait, the collar-he reached up for it, fingers closing around the awful strip of leather that he’d been forced to wear since the start of his captivity. He had a sword, he had claws, and N...no one would make him wear another one if he broke it. So he should take it off, right? He should destroy it. He’d always hated it, the way it meant he was owned, how it let-let people put leashes on him and lead him around like a dog. She...she’d said it herself, that he had to wear it so he wouldn’t forget that he belonged to her, but now they were...not together. So it shouldn’t matter.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about when she’d taken it off for the procedure with the envy demon, about how utterly, embarrassingly exposed he’d felt without that stupid collar. Maybe the feeling would pass, and he would just have to get used to being without it. He hadn’t worn one for the vast majority of his life, so it should be easy to adjust back, right? Besides, it was more than just a collar, it was a way for her to know if someone other than her was touching him, and that was violating, it was...it was a way for her to know he was alive. Assuming it worked, assuming whatever signal it was could be sent to another world.

Erebus lowered his hands, still chained together, as he blinked away tears. He-he was really here, in this other world with only a slim chance of ever going back. He’d take every tie to his old life he could get, no matter how painful. And if the spell on the collar worked, then…he owed it to her to let her know he was still alive. He could wear the collar for a little while longer. The muzzle, on the other hand...he didn’t mind tearing that off and throwing it away in the slightest.

Shakily, he stood, grabbing the sheathed sword in front of him. Being expected to fight was…strange. But, looking at himself now, he was practically designed for this, almost every modification giving him some sort of advantage. It made his blood run cold to think about how this had been the plan from the start, how obvious it seemed now. He wanted to lay down and sob and process what had happened, but everything was so different and strange that he didn’t feel safe enough to let his guard down like that. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he buckled the sword belt around his waist and began looking around.

Behind where he’d appeared, there was a bag lying on the ground. Inside was a cloak with holes for his wings, a knife, and a bedroll. Well, better than nothing, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about food and water or lighting a fire. Maybe that demon tongue would be coming in handy, after all. He put on the cloak, grateful to have something to help him keep warm in this place, along with the shoes he still had on from their trip to the desert.

Nothing else here, he began carefully making his way along one of the stone cliffs, leaning on it since there had never been a chance to fully heal the gash in his leg. Progress was slow, and maybe it would have been a good time to think things through, but he couldn’t stop tears from forming in his eyes at the mere thought of what had happened, so instead he just focused on the pain in his leg, flaring up brighter with every step.

Time felt impossible to grasp, as if this place was outside of it entirely, but at some point Erebus reached the end of the maze of stone. He was greeted with what looked like a vast ocean, but the water was unnaturally calm, not a single ripple on the glass-like surface. Had there been stars above, it would have been beautiful, but under the canopy of uniform blackness, it just looked like a cold, empty void.

Erebus hesitated to step out in the open, no walls to protect him, but the silence was so absolute that he couldn’t imagine there was another living thing anywhere near him. His leg didn’t hurt quite as much anymore despite how much he’d been walking, so he was able to hobble to the water’s edge and investigate, setting the pack down to make moving around a little easier. The sword, however, still hung at his side, just in case.

The water was clear, and as far as he could tell, there was no sign of life in it whatsoever. It was jarringly different from the seaside at home, where you could hardly take a step without spotting a shellfish or aquatic plant. Here, it was just pebbles, no broken shells or bits of dead coral among them. He crouched and dipped a finger in, finding the water both cold and salty. The ripples created by his finger traveled far, seeming to get bigger as they traveled along. Suddenly, even bigger ripples rushed to meet them from farther out, and Erebus’s stomach knotted in terror as he bolted upright, pulling out the sword, having to hold it with both hands since they were still chained.

He strained his eyes in the darkness, looking for whatever had caused the disturbance. Was that...there was something in the water out there, he was sure of it. He took a few steps back, sword still held in front of him, watching the strange shape grow larger and larger as it approached. The moment the tip of its nose emerged, the surface of the water erupted, spraying Erebus with cold mist and shooting tendrils out into the open air that coalesced into a large sort of web. Arches of water now crisscrossed all throughout the space, severely limiting how much he could fly around, especially since he never had a chance to practice it much. In the middle of the watery network was a large bubble, and when he saw what was inside it, Erebus’s jaw dropped.

The creature was enormous, big enough to swallow him whole in one bite. Its pale gray body was long, with two pairs of flippers that were almost as big as Erebus and a webbed, spiny ridge going down its back. A cruel, curved hook jutted out from the end of its tail, almost as sharp-looking as its conical teeth. As Erebus looked at it in horror, it turned its gaze to him, its blank white eyes staring into his own identical pair. So this…this must be a sloth demon. He was supposed to fight that?

He could leave, just run and hide, this thing couldn’t follow him through those rocky canyons, he could stop and take a moment to think, but this was an enemy right in front of him, and no matter how terrifying, it had revealed itself, no more surprises. Erebus tightened his grip. If he could-could beat this thing then he could really rest. It would be safe here. He would be that much closer to going h…somewhere that wasn’t here. He could do this. He had to.

Despite how much he was shaking, Erebus took flight and approached, finding it difficult to do so while he was holding the sword, but not enough for him to fall out of the air. The demon just watched as he flew past the jets of water, and Erebus hated those blank white eyes boring into him, which just made him loathe his own all that much more. How…how exactly was he supposed to attack it? It was so huge and he couldn’t see any kind of obvious weakness, not to mention that it was surrounded by a sphere of water. While he knew his eyes worked underwater, he could only imagine his wings would be a hindrance, not to mention the heavy sword.

Maybe…maybe he should just retreat for now. Come up with a plan and come back. This was just…it was too much. Reassuring himself that the demon couldn’t follow him, he cautiously turned around and started to weave his way through the tendrils of-there was a sharp jerk on his wing, and suddenly Erebus was being dragged through the air, crashing into pillars of water as he went, barely registering the splash of his sword hitting the sea below as he scrambled to get his wing free of-of-it was that hook it was pierced through the top of Erebus’s wing he couldn’t get it out his fingers were slippery and freezing and useless he had to do something kick his legs flap his wings anything-

Just as those awful teeth came into view, Erebus managed to swing himself back, but the chain on his wrists was caught, wrapped around a tooth, his fall jerked to a halt, he was hanging by his wrists, the hook was gone but his wing wouldn’t work, he had to do something, that eye was so big and so close, watching him struggle, the beast’s throat humming with an ancient growl, hungry, he couldn’t just let this happen, he grabbed the tooth with his left hand and the chain with his right, he could do this, pull himself up enough to-

The great jaws snapped shut, and Erebus tumbled into the water below.

Cold shocked his system, despite the fact that his left arm felt like it was on fire.

He couldn’t stay down here. He had to get to the surface.

But, down there, a faint glint. Metal. His sword. His only hope of winning.

He swam towards it, progress slow and painful and-

His left hand was gone.

There wasn’t time to mourn it.

His remaining hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword. It was heavy, too heavy for him to swim up with.

He was running out of air. He had to try. This couldn’t be the end. Not here. Not so soon after-

The hook pierced through his wing again, and it was all he could do to hold onto his sword this time around.

The sloth demon pulled him up and out of the water with its tail, tossing him high into the air as it opened its great jaws to swallow him whole. His wings torn and useless, all Erebus could do was flap them desperately and hope it would be enough, hope he could at least-his foot landed on one of those teeth, holding him for just a moment before he slipped, but it was enough to aim his sword hold it steady launch himself down drive that point right down into the demon’s eye paint that awful soulless white with red hear the roar of agony so loud he could feel it in his bones and now the water was collapsing falling back down the great corpse falling with it he had to get away wrench the sword out jump back splash into the water struggle to the surface to the shore drag himself out of the water collapse on the shore and breathe.

He-he’d won, but just barely, and the losses were-Erebus bit back tears, looking away from the ragged stump at the end of his left arm. There was no way he could survive six more fights like that.

This horrible, hostile place was going to destroy him, and there would be nothing left of him to go back home.

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#i wrote something #erebus & terror #erebus #somiaken #combat whump #amputation #suggested music is just there for you to listen to during the fight sequence if you wish!! it has been selected as Fitting #yeah he was uh. he was sizzling in the frying pan like bacon for the last while but i have since dumped him into my giant campfire #delightful isn't it #IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: MAN DECIDES TO KEEP HIS COLLAR ON LMAOOOO #trauma and attachment to neteri go crazy #he will cry so much later dont worry but right now he is running on adrenaline and fear. terror if you will #he needs a cozy little safe place to do the sobbing #so let's go beat up the giant aquatic dinosaur demon im sure that will end well-oh no #his ass lucked out i sure hope that's not a trend 🤪 almost like he wasn't ready for this or something #hopefully the funky water bullshit was described well enough just a bunch of random arches of water basically #so it's more Water but the fight isn't totally underwater hooray #ah finally the handcuff chain wrapped around tooth incident i have been waiting for so long <3333 #listen i cant say anything about sloth without saying TRULY SLOTHFUL rezero activity confirmed

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simmaster · 2 months

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before i'd watched classic who whenever i'd watch tooth and claw and the doctor says his name is dr james mcrimmon i just thought it was a fun throwback but now its like oh god. after all those hundreds of years jamie was the first person he thought of when he realised he was in scotland. there was no hesitation he never forgot him not for a second. jamie might have had his memories taken from him but the doctor will never forget him.

#(yes jamie has his memories back now but the doctor doesn't know that)#i am watching tooth and claw rn and when he said this i wailed and closed the tab and raced to make this post #do you think he thought of jamie as soon as he realised where he was... did he think of him during terror of the zygons.....#whatever. i dont care actually. these characters mean nothing to me.#micah.txt #whoposting

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reverse-the-hilarity · 1 year

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3 singing "i don't want to set the world on fire" and 10 listening to "hit me with your rhytmn stick" implies that the doctor is at least somewhat familiar with pop music, however anachronistic

with that in mind, i propose that 4 is really into "wap"

#doctor who #third doctor #3 #tenth doctor #10 #fourth doctor #4 #wap #terror of the autons #tooth and claw

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squidbulborb · 2 years

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do more biotic interchange stuff I'M BEGGING YOU

I do need to draw them again lol

#G.A.B.I.#terror bird #saber tooth tiger #kelenken #smilodon #oc

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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I… don’t really have to tell you which fic I like lol.

Scaramance = Puppet reader is a passenger and pillow prince/princess. He will drive them where they want when they want, he’ll carry the bags, don’t worry baby, embrace the spoiling.

I don’t really insert myself into the stories! Kinda of weird? But I see the distinction between the reader inserts because each story has different settings/requirements and it’s vague enough to input the other bits if you get what I mean.

It’s… like a diving board? For me at least, since I read the story and I don’t get attacked by thoughts until after I read it all. Then I start doing regular everyday stuff and my mind wanders to it and then the gears start turning. And then I’m trapped in brain rot hell.

A really good thing about your writing is how you set up the story so it provides a rather solid foundation for brain rots, which are like the furniture!

I haven’t read a story from you that I didn’t like. If anything, I just haven’t been brave enough to throw out ideas until Scara.

Scara is the grumpy neighborhood cat you decide to follow one day only to see him jump on a spiked fence to visit his beloved puppet reader and suddenly you’re invested in their fluffy love story. And I did fall in love with their relationship. It’s more than the typical friendship/romance and captures just how complex love can be? It’s… it’s a quiet and not so loud love but you see him and you know that whatever he has with puppet reader, it is where eternity is found. (Hehe, eternity, get it?)

Just as there is love in the way that everyone checks on Collei to make sure she’s okay and the way Cyrus checks up on reader and they actively communicate about their lives. There’s love in how Tighnari lets them and Cyno lay on him and he holds their hands as he listens to their soft whispers and oh, Cyno makes a joke and-. There’s love when they include Karkata and Kevah at dinner, and they share stories and jokes and laugh and laugh into the late hours of the night.

Because love (from where I live) is so, so closely associated with a sexual romance where the guy wins the girl no matter what he does to her and how he’s always stoic and can’t be vulnerable. And the culture I was raised in is one where the men can have affairs and no one bats an eye but that’s a whole another story.

But there’s love in your story even if the focus is romance. In bits and pieces here and there that speaks about their willingness to be open about it and I think we should start remembering love (platonic, romantic, and familial) in all the little places that we end up overlooking because we’re so used to it.

This got long and off topic so I’ll end it here, but I would love the idea of love. Not blindly. But that it exists and it doesn’t have to be overwhelming all the time. The kind of love that you learn to speak and watch as you grow as a person. And!!!! It’s okay if two people grow into people who are no longer compatible because it doesn’t erase the love that was/is there. Because you can end the relationship amicably and fall in love again and be surrounded by love from friends (in real life and online!!!) and family.

Okay, I’m done for real now.

Bloom anon

(survey) Holy crap, this reads like a poem, a masterpiece, bloom anon. It's so beautiful, and the bits of headcanons stuck between is both hilarious and amazing

Also the part with Scaramouche dragging reader around is so in line with his Wanderer occupation for real, I can imagine them in a modern au that's always traveling to the point that their friends only get updated by their socmed photos together in some other country or region. While Scaramouche carries the luggage, Reader always has those neck pillows around their neck and their drinks in hand (they hold the drink up for Scara to drink when his hands are full) (eternity joke so tru tho, that's what I was trying to convey!!)

I am sorry about the death of romance in your area, honestly that's kind of the same here in my country too and I try to not embody that for the next generation. But thank you for the sweetness in noticing the details! I do adore the many ways romance can be shown (Romance is actually not my go to genre in every media I consume haha) and as such, refrain from writing cliches

But I think the biggest factor is that I'm a demiromantic, romance that is cultivated and grown is my specialty, romance that naturally occurs. And perhaps my preference to not overly romanticize things can sometimes make fics look like platonic and familial too, which I don't mind at all

Absolutely beautiful words, bloom anon, thank you. Let love foster here, small or not, and I wish to continue showing everyone the many beautiful forms of love

#exile.goblet #bloom anon #community survey #tooth rotting love right here #Scaramouche #but also modern au kintsugi works so goddamn well I'm also brainrotting hard #about kintsugi #just imagine scaramouche going bye we're going on a roadtrip to the traveler after committing terrorism #and the next time they see him is via a post card with puppet reader in Liyue having the time of their lives #exile.reader

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majorxmaggiexboy · 2 years

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*slams hands on table*

It’s the fact that Jopson is (at first) a Steward yet has Crozier’s full trust and confidence and an open channel of mutual affection and respect but Jopson dies thinking Crozier voluntarily abandoned him when it was actually Little (and the others) who did so while Crozier had no choice in the matter

while Little is a First Lieutenant who tries so hard to gain Crozier’s confidence but seems to lack much of his own and is so wary that his very attempts to do right often lead him in the wrong direction but then at the end Crozier has complete faith that Little will come for him with a rescue party only for Little to then voluntarily (but not happily) abandon him

and and and the fact that of the two of them it’s Little who Crozier was able to be there for in his last moments, whether Little was aware of it or not

annnnnnd the fact that it was Jopson who had the “close” exchange with Crozier in the first episode but it’s Little who echoes it back in the end

the dots don’t connect to anything in particular except the fact that in terms of character arcs, these two form a serrated ampersand

#the terror amc #Alas Poor Nedward He Tried His Best #don't get me started on how he was among the first to propose the abandoning the sick plan #but then had to try to fight it tooth and nail to get to crozier #little and jop spoke to each other like twice in the whole series but there was! Potential!

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endreal · 1 year

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Nothing reminds me I'm not 12 any more quite like trying to floss

#the dance not the tooth thing #Or maybe both #Yeah let's say both (I want to be ~mysterious~)#anxiety gremlin night-terror 'girl'

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autobot2001 · 7 months

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Day 11.2; The Candy Debate

AI-lesstober; fainting OC-tober; (skipped) Flufftober; sweet tooth Description; The terror twins debate on letting Jamie eat as much candy as she wants, aware it's not ideal. This turns into giving Jamie candy as she yet again is sick from not eating.

"Did you take my stash away?" Sideswipe asks, "again." "I don't care it's October. Actually, that's a good reason to take your stash away." "Geez, you won't even share with Jamie and Lily?" "It's only eleven in the morning." Sideswipe sighs, "I was thinking about giving Jamie some. I know candy isn't great while she's not eating much, but…" "I know; she's ended up in the medbay twice from not eating., and everything she still will eat without giving her guardians a hard time isn't great to be her only food." "Even I can't say her sweet tooth is a good thing with her eating habits." The two continue to talk about their concern about Jamie and her guardians.

The twins walk down the hall at noon, heading to the cafeteria. They walk downstairs seeing Jamie by the conference room. They know too well what's going on. The two get Jamie onto the floor. Sideswipe watches Sunstreaker get his candy stash and Gatorade from his subspace. "Sunstreaker," Sideswipe points to Jamie, who has fainted. She wakes up quickly. "Jamie? Hey, look at me," Sunstreaker has Jamie look at him, "you need to drink this." Sunstreaker puts the bottle on Jamie's lips and tilts it a little. Worried about the issue they'll have if Jamie isn't drinking. Should I still get a medic? Sideswipe asks. No, we're doing what Ratchet told her guardians to do when she ends up in the medbay. Where the frag are they?! Sideswipe asks. He gets up to go find them. Sunstreaker gets a Reese's from Sideswipe's candy stash. Jamie is doing better and sees what Sunstreaker has. Sunstreaker smiles seeing Jamie eyeing the candy. "Sideswipe is right. You have a sweet tooth just like him." Jamie eats the candy and drinks more of the Gatorade.

Sideswipe, Crosshairs, and Drift rush down the hall to their friends. Crosshairs and Drift immediately regret thinking Jamie would be fine for four hours. "Seriously guys!" Sideswipe scolds, "this is the third time!" "Sideswipe, enough," Sunstreaker argues. After Jamie finishes the candy, Drift takes her to their room. Crosshairs will get their lunch. Sunstreaker goes with him while Sunstreaker goes with Crosshairs. Sunstreaker gives Drift the candy bag.

Drift sets Jamie on the couch in a sitting position and gets more candy for her. The two mechs debate whether they'd rather Jamie tricked them into getting the candy and seeing her smile. Once Jamie eats the second candy and finishes the Gatorade, she lies on the couch. Still not feeling good, but better than ten minutes ago.

"I don't know what we're going to do," Crosshairs sighs, "we worry about causing Jamie to feel like she does in her dimension, but these… episodes are becoming frequent." Sunstreaker doesn't know what to say. Every Autobot and the few humans who know Jamie well worry about her. The two prepare a tray for each to carry with lunch for themselves and their friends.

The two walk into the room, seeing Jamie trying to sleep. The four mechs want her to eat more than candy. Drift sits Jamie up and gives her a plate. Hoping she'll eat. "I'll feed you if I have to," Drift comments. The four mechs laugh, seeing Jamie smile, before eating the small portion Crosshairs made here. They eat their lunch, happy Jamie is eating, but know there's a serious issue. Hoping they don't have to resort to drastic measures.

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