#there's a space worm with a human mask for a face.
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//Still thinking about making a sideblog for the cast of the Big Space Adventure, but that's also just energy I do not have atm because of the work I'd need to do to maintain it.
#If I'm being perfectly honest I just wanna write Lo and Salt (I have GOTTA find a 'civilian' name for him#but they're part of a *bigger context*#there's a whole team. Salt is (technically) an undead prince of the void.#there's a space worm with a human mask for a face.#The advisor is a goat (possibly a goat skull) in a cloak.#Benji is there.#possibly another team pet but I'm still deciding on a VERY LARGE CAT or a fish that can fly#they all live on a houseboat. IN SPACE.
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We return to Body Desecrator 2093, Prometheus. There were no post this weekend because I felt like it. Now I feel like it even less, because it’s this scene.
The horrors do not end here. The movie hasn’t even got to what it considers horrors, but I’d already screamed quietly at the screen by this point several times, so it’s safe to say that me and the movie were not simpatico.
There are times when a movie will do things that fall entirely outside your personal beliefs or understanding of logic, and you just roll with it. Magical realism does this all the time, as do movies reaching for the psychedelic. 2001: A Space Odyssey eventually dissolves reality itself around the protagonist as he travels through another dimension. On the first sit, you have no way of knowing what you’ll be shown next, but if the movie’s got you, then you go with it.
Then there are movies where everyone is acting according to some sort of logic, but it feels twisted, like things are happening for a reason, but the logic doesn’t connect. Horror movies love this, particularly ones with cultic antagonists–Midsommar being the most notable modern example, and the original Wicker Man being another.
I mean, the Nick Cage movie also has that, but sometimes it has that because Nick Cage is in a bear costume, punching a woman in the face and stealing bicycles at gunpoint like he’s in GTA.
Prometheus, unfortunately, unintentionally places itself somewhere between the two Wicker Men. The characters’ decision making is a shambolic mess. The movie intentionally invokes religious fervor in Shaw especially, and might intentionally invoke that plus megalomania in Holloway, but it doesn’t draw a line around those characters and their bad decisions. Everyone is just going with their bullshit. This suggests to the audience that in the movie’s world all scientists behave like this.
I mean, in our world, scientists sometimes try to fit entire oranges in their mouths (source), but I should like to think that The Orange Incident wouldn’t have happened if that guy had been on board the most important scientific expedition in human history.
Things just kept happening in this movie that made me feel like I was dissociating. The cast is back at the Prometheus, with their stolen artifacts and mortal remains. Cool. They need to be decontaminated. Like, inside and out.
Next, we see Shaw and Holloway in a lab, along with Maybe-Chemist-Lady whose name fell right out of my head as I watched, because she’s never given a character to speak of. They are wearing scrubs, hairnets, and blue surgical masks, which tells me the movie thinks this is appropriate personal protective equipment for handling an alien head. Holloway is sitting on a counter in the corner, getting drunk.
So many things have just hit me here. How long is this since they got back? Apparently no more than a couple hours. These people took their helmets off in an active alien biosphere, with worms in the dirt and an alien corpse on the ground and who knows what else. They should be quarantined forever, or at least for a couple weeks.
When the Apollo 11 crew got back to Earth, they were quarantined for 21 days. NASA didn’t consider it likely that anything lived on the moon, but they were taking no chances. Here’s Nixon getting a chance to see what good people look like!
But no! No quarantine for Prometheus! The guys who breathed moon dust? Into the quarantine trailer. The people who stuck their faces near an alien corpse? Nah! It’s all good!
What about the head they looted from the structure? These people already got a dramatic reminder that altering the conditions around sensitive artifacts can cause them to degrade. I’ve already rambled at length about how NASA still sterilizes their equipment to not contaminate anywhere probes are sent to. Hell, as a geneticist, I can tell you that there is a very strict hierarchy of sample isolation and biosafety deployed when it’s appropriate–either you work fucking hard to protect the samples from you, or you work hard to protect yourself from the sample.
But the crew of the Prometheus have scanned the head with a little light and declared “Sample is sterile. No contagion present”, which is an odd thing to declare now, after they already breathed all over it. Trusting their all-knowing (and wrong) computer, they take their surgical masks off. Fully sealed suits? A glovebox? Even movies show people using a glovebox sometimes!
NOPE! HAIRNETS AND A LABCOAT, LET’S GO
Do we kick out Shaw’s boyfriend who’s in his casual clothes? NAH, LET THE MAN BE COMFY. Are we going to pry the bottle away from him, because bringing drinks into a lab breaks basic safety standards? Standards that I’ve only ever seen broken by one place that also allowed open-toe sandals in a lab where boiling hot gel and mutagenic chemicals were regularly mixed? NOPE, LET HIM HAVE HIS BOOZE, HE’S SAD HE DIDN’T GET TO MEET GOD.
Don’t worry, that one lab doesn’t do the sandal thing anymore. And Holloway will pay for his crimes against laboratory safety.
But I can't stress enough how utterly uncanny this scene felt, unintentionally on the part of the movie. Every decision felt wrong. Everything everyone was doing, saying, and wearing was wrong. They’re not even wearing the right kind of gloves! They should at minimum be wearing nitrile gloves! They’re wearing PVC gloves, which have stupid high leakage rates, even if you double-glove! They’re not even more comfortable than nitrile gloves! This is my nittest of picks, I know! I’m doing it anyway!
The movie had lost me, but part of me was still hoping it would come back around, that something in it would be the movie I’d thought it would be.
Next time: the movie will not do that, and I will, paradoxically, find myself in more of the frame of mind the movie seems to want from the audience: not giving a shit about its characters.
Stay tuned for some bonus workplace hazards below the citations.
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1. https://youtu.be/P1gn06np-7g
2. https://youtu.be/KhRo2WbWnKU?t=35
3. https://youtu.be/JjCh7lTVNwo
4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airstream#Space_program
5. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astronaut_transfer_van
6. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umarell
7. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upgrade_(film)#Production
Alright, let’s behold some images from my institute’s safety training module on compressed gas cylinders. Please note, these were not taken at my institute, these are probably the result of the team finding cursed images they wanted to inflict on their coworkers and us.
This was how they chose to communicate the idea of “don’t let canisters heat up, or they might explode”. How else might they explode? If the canister becomes old and corroded, develops any other sort of fault, or is stored improperly, especially near cylinders of other kinds. Like so!
This can be caused by improperly storing canisters, including by storing multiple kinds together.
This is the least bombastic of the images, but it exudes a quiet menace and/or the promise that Video Game Physics are imminent.
What do I mean by Video Game Physics? Glad you asked!
Terrifying yet also compelling! Finally, here’s a video from that most terrifying of places, a Russian highway.
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Video description, which I realize I haven’t been doing up to this point and now I want to: A GazpromTech company truck carrying unsecured acetylene tanks passes a motorist on a separated highway at high speed. On the side of it, “ОГНЕОПАСНО” (“FLAMMABLE”) is briefly visible as it rockets by. It makes no to minimal attempt to slow down as a bus enters its lane, rear-ending it. The viewpoint car skids to a stop, and what might be the driver can be seen sprinting toward the central barrier of the highway. “Scream & Shout” by will.i.am and Britney Spears can be heard playing on the radio as the viewpoint car tries to back away, complete with an audible “Britney, bitch”. At 0:54 the view cuts to a camera on the other side of the highway, which one commenter estimated as being 200 m away based on the delay between explosions and the sound of the blast reaching the camera.
There are, in fact, MANY explosions from the fireball that has engulfed the truck. A semi tanker is being guided backward away from the explosion, while a blue box truck does the same. A silver sedan, briefly visible in the first angle, is parked within under 50 feet of the truck. Its apparent owner is dithering on whether to try and reach it, eventually deciding, as they should, that this is not worth it. The cameraperson, on the other hand, apparently thinks this is worth it, as do several others in the other lane.
One man is filming on a tablet. Multiple times, canisters and truck shrapnel can be seen rocketing off from the wreck to distances that make it clear everybody in shot is well within decapitation range from these things, especially as explosions fling more burning cylinders onto the roadway. At 1:45, Tablet Man gets the fuck out of there, but our self preservation-less cameraperson remains. At 2:14, a flaming canister in blown clear of the wreck and lands with its bottom end pointing directly toward the cameraperson, who still does not take the hint. Starting at 2:37, the body of the truck is blasted apart, a canister goes flying off past the camera, and a piece of the truck flips and lands on a nearby road sign.
At 3:32 another cut happens and there are more people standing in view of the camera. Are they official emergency crew? Nope! Rubberneckers, although the cop car that’s even closer than them gets a wakeup call when a canister slams into the divider in front of it and tumbles away, still spitting gas. The cop backs up, and the video ends.
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#Prometheus 2012#Prometheus (2012)#This post probably took longer than any other to date#in part because I got so terminally distracted by counting safety violations#and looking up astronaut transport vans#like y'do
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*takes a shot of milk* It time for Void’s 5pm, I am just waking up a galaxy brain take.
I think the three Amaurot bosses are reflections of the Paragon’s deepest fears made manifest.
For Lahabrea, the First Beast is categorized like an expeirment and is a many mawed worm which brings calamity and destruction to Amaurot. Reflecting an experiment gone wrong and what may still transpire from what Athena wrought in Pandaemonium and what he saw himself become after splitting. Twisted and inhumane but bearing very human teeth.
For Emet-Selch, subconsciously, a bird creature with the face of a human who calls up a swarm of abominations to itself before trying to take itself down with everything else by self-destruction.
For Elidibus, a final misbegotten fiend. An icon-like beast with many faces, many masks, only bringing dark and floating in space. Maybe a silent fear that Zodiark would go wrong and he would become the heart of a monster which held all the hopes and dreams of his brethren. Becoming used for different purposes at each turn of the era.
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here are the quotes, feel free to place characters with quotes and make silly/serious situations they’d be said in:
“they may have no names, but there’s an identity to be acknowledged.”
“if i walk into hell i want it to be blazing, not lukewarm”
“one day you’ll decompose and i’ll be there to watch it happen”
“why would you blame the people reaching for heaven instead of the god who cursed them?”
“if no art makes you feel anything, make your own art and feel something”
“god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own”
“someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful”
“you cannot kill me in a way that matters”
“decay exists as an extant form of life”
“she hadn’t kissed freedom only to die before she could fuck it”
“if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the devil, eventually he may answer”
“you’re not satan, your god. satan kills far too fewer people”
“The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil”
“one day you’ll be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe and you’ll have to justify the space you’ve filled”
“if gods can bleed, gods can die”
“the fruits of the earth do not exist to be worth something to us”
“baby every me is me, we are the mask and the wearer”
“i wade through honey-rich excess while you starve of your own volition”
“in a game of no consequences, why do you still play the ‘good’ side?” - “because being mean makes me feel bad”
“we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it”
“you’ve opened this can of worms, now lie in it”
“darkness without light is an abyss, light without darkness is blinding, you cannot have a coin with one side.”
“i survived because i burned my ancestors”
“the stars don’t care who i am or what i do, i owe the universe nothing, i exist on my own terms”
“the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility”
“my body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted; do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar”
“the intelligence of animals is measured by how willing they are to obey the commands or humans” - “same goes for students”
“the anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave”
“even the ground wouldn’t want him to rot in it”
“if you didn’t want to die, then why were you born?”
“when i leave you will understand why storms are named after people”
“did you forget that beasts have claws and teeth”
“lions do not loose sleep over the opinion of sheep”
“freedom is a length of rope and god wants you to hang yourself with it”
“it’s not that deep” - “maybe not, but the ground is soft and i’m ready to dig”
“i’d rather die standing than live kneeling”
“you could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature”
“you can’t shake the devils hand and say you’re only kidding”
“do you think god stays in heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he’s created?”
“pick a god and pray”
“i’ll do whatever you want” - “then perish”
“i will face god and walk backwards into hell”
“all knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove, will you fight? or will you perish like a dog?”
“in whatever manner it comes to be, love is never wrong, especially between one who has so much of it to give, and one so desperately in need of it”
“we deserve a soft epilogue my love”
“those who have no gods or kin to aid them must rely on themselves”
“only bare your teeth if you’re willing to get blood on them”
“our paths may have crossed briefly, but you still had the misfortune of knowing me”
“you bury a seed not because it looks nice in the dirt, but because the limbs that branch out will look nice in the sky”
“kill me. kill me and live with the memory. then tell the stars that you won”
“the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”
“even fate picks its favorites”
“then become the dirt i walk on”
“you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies”
“Thucydides said that "The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools" however you appear to be both a fool and a coward”
“live with what makes you comfortable but know that ultimately you're not telling yourself the truth"
“You will beg for death but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury”
“you, who are without mercy, now plead for it?"
There’s to many of them to give to characters so imma do that another time
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**40K LORE DUMP**
The Slaugth are a uniquely sinister and cryptic species of xeno from beyond the Halo Stars, whose long term motivations and true origins remain inscrutable to mankind. They are known to act as raiders, emerging from uncharted interstellar gulfs to predate humans in remote settlements before vanishing. The Slougth could be described as colonial organisms, each being a roughly humanoid shaped conglomerate of worms, held together by a viscous and deadly necrotic mucus. They can replenish their bodies if pieces are blown off or severed, and will endure extreme levels of physical trauma before truly dying. They use their unique physiologies to infiltrate human societies and hide amongst them, using advanced masks and other disguises to pass unnoticed. Many have a preference for coats or cloaks as the folds of a robe would conceal the shifting, inhuman shape underneath. The Slaugth appear to be few in number, and deliberately avoid open conflict unless absolutely necessary, preferring to pick off unaware, isolated victims. This is not to imply weakness, as anyone unfortunate enough to face a Slougth head on without some sort of heavy armor will find themselves drowning in a deluge of worms and acid. They have no interest in acquiring resources or territory, and only appear to be motivated by nothing but hunger for living flesh, particularly mammals. Despite their base desires, the Slaugth display multiple indicators of true intelligent thought. They seem to understand the fundamentals of human nature, and will often use fear and greed to manipulate humans to give them an advantage. A favorite tactic of the Slaugth is to infiltrate a governing body or trading coalition (either themselves or through proxy agents they’ve intimidated into service) and use their influence to plunge entire sectors into anarchy, where the Slaugth can then abduct and feed freely amidst the chaos without scrutiny. The Slaugth are also starfaring, and their ships are capable of traveling near undetected in populated space. They also utilize a revolting marriage of vat grown tissues and esoteric xenos tech to create a range of semi sentient constructs (Not so unlike Imperial servitors, though it would be heresy to say so) including Vassal organisms grown from fungus, Harvesters (pictured) for storing human brain matter akin to some Tyranid bioforms, and the mysterious “Murder Minds”. These are presumably another battle construct, with the only records of their deployment dating back to the Rangdan Xenocides. It is unknown exactly what relationship the Slaugth had with the Rangdan (trade partner, subservient species etc.) but they have been known to barter technology for living cargo with anyone unscrupulous enough to do business with them. The reported Slaugth presence in the Milky Way is small, but there has been uneasy speculation about a potential Slaugth Empire far beyond charted space. One has to wonder how many catastrophes were orchestrated by these aliens, and just how many of them are patiently living amongst us now.
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Love Craft monsters
here is one great big list that this will contain: Dunwich horror, cthulu, shoggoth, gloon, rahn tegoth, formless spawn, and azathoth. big list.
I will also note that trying to find accurate information surrounding this can only really be achieved by looking at the source material
dont need to put name here as the book does it for me
The dunwhich horror, unfortunatly the only way to get accurate descriptions of what this creature can do is in the full text and I am unsure If I have the time for that due to my time regulation issues that I am still trying to work out. Due to this I will instead be working off of the image on the front cover of a more recent book and the other image. From what I have read the creature has a large tongue though in neither image this is showed. The book cover depicts a creature that has a colouration similar to what I think dead flesh would look like and has a more human upper face though the bottom looks like an organic grill, similar to the gills on a basking shark or the mouth area on former slipknot drummer jay Weinbergs mask in the end so far album cycle. some of the colour may be used for the skin colour of my human part of the model and may consider something similar for the mouth in sketches. The other image feels more insect like due to there being a large amount of segments like a millipede and may be more accurate due to the tongue. It looks more droopy than the other and seems to be having a harder time keeping itself together, like it is made up of multiple worms. The worms are closer looking to individual parasites than tentacles due to the spiked mouths that seem to be at the end and are made up of segments. I suspect that my final result will be more solid like the book cover than the one on the right though I may use a combination of both tentacles depending on which looks better as the book is smoother and more flowy and the right has the textured plates. I may also use the vein effect coming off of some of the tentacles as seen in the book as It just works well
cthulhu print from spiral direct. Yes im using a t shirt its the only way I can find a source comfortably. most of it is wiki that doesnt say where it comes from. The design of cthulhu seems to be quite consistent on its main details, the creature has an octopus shaped head with the tentacles taking the place of the mouth as well as having a large body that towers over the landscape and has two large ragged wings coming out of their back. the colouration seems to always be some type of green from what I have seen but this can vary between a bright green or a dark and dull green as seen in the image above. I am not sure If I will use a green colour in the model I am making but I may consider it if I dont like the other colours I try as I think It would work, so will likely act as the back up options. on the arms and head of this depiction and they have spines that follow the shape of the arm in direction, like armour. I may use a similar shape for on top of the mass if there is time. It reminds me of a barnacle you find on some fish and crustaceans. I will also note that the wings remind me of the rakk in borderlands
shoggoth- second image from path finder
this entity is described as being amorphous and has appeared in both love crafts original works and also in the ttrpg game pathfinder. The path finder image reminds me of leaches in their colour and texture and also the mouths shown. the arms dont appear to move as much as others in terms of winding but definitely look liquidy. I do not have many thoughts on this design. The design on the left however I am much more interested in. I believe this shows the creature more stretched out and taking up more space, leading to gaps in its body and is covered in eyes everywhere, but I am most interested in the blue blisters. I had forgotten that this is something commonly seen in media with infections as well as in real life, like with the bubonic plague. This may be something that I need to consider in the design of my model though I am unsure If it would actually work well, maybe have it act as additional smaller nodes similar to the original larger mass.
gloon. Its an ancient greek statue with slugs coming out of the back. It looks very plain but slightly unsettling because of the lack of colour. The only colour that Is there is the gold on the slugs which feels very bright and because of the connections of gold with greed and corruption it feels slightly like a false ness , probably connecting to the statue image possibly being a mask. shall consider using smaller elements of other colours in order to give some contrast bits to look more interesting.
Rhan-tegoth call of cthulu book. front legs remind me of a spider, may be something used in extra background drawings, possibly as an infection method but I doubt it would have any bearing on the model. Once again I am taking note of the shell on the back, it makes me thing of an insect or a snail for some reason and something else that I cannot name. What I may do Is have a stacked shell or have a second layer of shell indicated by the lip at the point where the shell becomes tentacles.
formless spawn from pathfinder and call of cthulhu
another two monsters from the lvoe craft universe used in a ttrpg, not just in pathfinder but also in call of cthulhu. The call of cthulhu design seems to be the most liquidy of the creature i have look through for love craft and I do not believe it has much to add when considering the other monsters on on this post. The main detail I will take Is that the point of the tendrils seem to resemble a hook, may add that at some point but I am un certain. The path finder design however, seems more like a sludge. still struggling to maintain its form but I have taken note of the pattern seen on the main cylindrical body where it feels scrunched up like some one has piled layers of material and has not attatched it properly, May use a similar texturing instead of uniform on some of the tentacles If I feel It would work
azathoth from cthulhu wars and rise of cthulhu
I added all of these pictures on at the same time and after working through all of them after adding them I cannot remember why this was here oas I feel like the rest of this post has contributed everything that This may have. The most that could be gained from this is having a split in the parasite somewhere but I doubt it would work well
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Creature Comforts
Ok, so just going to ramble a bit and hopefully something will come of it….I haven’t written anything since the last post in early January. Haven’t opened the manuscript. In fact, I am actively avoiding it. I feel rusty and I can’t remember how I used to do this. I don’t know why I bothered.
I had to look back a bit. Two posts ago was the beginning of September. In September, on the 11th, I got two wisdom teeth removed. That night, my elderly cat had a seizure (he had leukemia, heart disease and an unknown but serious kidney issue) and the day after that I took him to be put to sleep, bloody holes in my mouth, my swollen face hidden by the mask. The next day I went back to work and pretended everything was fine.
Everything was not fine! I was sad and the house was awful. I needed a creature. I am on most days grateful and happy about my solitude. It’s been so long since I had to share my space with a human, I’m not sure I could do it now. But I need another living being. So on October 1, I went and adopted a seven-year-old shelter cat, reasoning that I could grieve my old friend while making a new one.
It was amazing. It’s like he knew he was finally home, after a shitty, shitty life. Three years as a stray in a parking lot, two years in a shelter waiting to be adopted, two years with a family who then returned him to the shelter in terrible shape, and then months waiting for me to come along. So, so much love to give, it was maybe two or three days before he was curled up in my lap and firmly lodged in my heart. I don’t know how they do it in general, but I don’t know how he in particular managed to worm his way in.
You can probably see where this is going? He died at the end of February after two active months of increasingly alarming symptoms. You don’t need the details. I have regrets for sure, and would like to make a few different decisions, but I don’t think I could have changed the outcome. He was sick when I got him, doomed from the start.
It was just so unfair. He’d finally found the safety and love he’d been lacking for so long, the injustice is the hardest part to handle. I know he knew love in the end – I know I gave him that, and I would do it again. But he deserved more. We both did.
Still working through this next bit, but I've been crying a LOT and kind of glad for it. I can’t remember doing this in quite this way before. I've been shut down for a while, years, probably, and this grief is mixed with a lot of other stuff that is much better out than in. My heart works, which is good news even if pain is the only proof I have right now.
This sort of thing should hurt. I loved him so much and he loved me. It is really something to be someone’s everything. I needed it, that simple, wholehearted love. I was enough for him.
It is refreshing on the one hand to experience uncomplicated grief. We don’t get to do that very often. There was nothing unexpressed, nothing unfinished. Maybe that’s why I want a creature in the first place, why I find them so vital to my happiness.
On the other hand, of course, is anything uncomplicated? Isn’t some of this about everything we don’t get to cry about? Isn’t some of this about three years of unprocessed trauma and fear? Pets and people and politics and pandemics?
Ah, who cares, just let it out. I’ve long been a proponent of feeling one’s feelings. Right now, I’m perfectly happy to be sad. I am taking in the lessons he taught me, I am missing him in every moment. And I am looking for the next creature.
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5 times the Leaf villagers abused Naruto (& 5 times they were kind to him)
Without a doubt, Naruto had the worst childhood in anime history. Not only was he an orphan by birth, but the people of his own village also hated him. For more than a decade, the white Uzumaki faced the abuse and disrespect meted out to her by most of the villagers.
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As the series progressed, the villagers of Konoha begin to realize how important Naruto is to the village and realize that he deserves better. Because of this, his behavior towards Naruto gradually changed from hatred to admiration.
He put her to death and 4 times the leaf villagers ignored Naruto)
1) You Deny Service
In the past, Konoha merchants believed that the customer is always right, except when that customer was Naruto. We have seen many times in the series how merchants used to refuse our hero to enter his store and forbade him to sell anything.
Not only was the poor boy fired from several professions, but he was humiliated when he was kicked out of one. For example, once our hero was looking at some masks for some festival, when the owner suddenly pushed him out of his stall and everyone thought the boy would cause trouble again.
2) Speak ill about him
When the show started, most of the scenes in the Leaf Villagers were made up just to show the audience how much they despise our blonde hero. He said terrible things about Naruto because he thought he couldn't hear them.
Calling him everything from a worm to a demon, he had come to enjoy his failure to graduate from the Academy. With all of this it seems that our protagonists simply neglected at this point in the series, depending on how often they were.
3) Let him starve
A balanced and nutritious diet is one of the most basic parts of child development. It is a fact that Naruto spent most of his life unaware of this, as there was hardly anyone in the village enough to feed the poor boy.
Apart from the small allowance Sartobi gave him for basic necessities, Naruto was left with nothing that could give him a decent meal.
Villagers saw Uzumaki walking around and going to restaurants and wished they could eat like the others. Instead of being kind people and feeding the boy, the villagers of Konoha treated him like a nuisance and chased him whenever they could.
4) Turn Konoha's children against him
Isolation is considered one of the most inhuman punishments that can be inflicted on a human being. Humans are social animals that require interaction with others in order to survive. Despite this, the villagers of Konoha do their best to keep our hero as isolated as possible.
Every time Naruto tried to make a new friend, the adults told the kids not to engage with him. Because of this, Naruto grew up without calling a single person a friend.
5) Deprive him of his inheritance
Minato Namikaze, the father of the Fourth Hokage and our hero, wanted his son to be treated like a hero as he became the Nine-Tailed Jinchuriki. Instead of fulfilling her wishes, the village is led to believe that the blond-haired Uzumaki was nothing more than an accidental orphan.
For more than a decade, our hero used to wonder who his parents might be. Not only was he forced to live alone for most of his life, but Naruto was also made to believe that he was an orphan with no real family or heritage.
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Botober 2021: pls draw the AI a sluggalope
Because I so dearly love it when humans play along when computers ask for silly things, I have generated drawing prompts for #botober2021!
(full plaintext versions on the AI Weirdness blog post, and also at the end of this post, since Tumblr severely limits alt text length)
I've managed to get GPT-3 to follow themes. Here's "animals".
It turns out the model size makes a difference as to how well a neural net can stick with my #botober2021 drawing prompts theme.
The largest GPT-3 model, DaVinci, really got into the Halloween spirit, though as usual it's weird and wordy.
I got the Ada, the smallest GPT-3 model, to generate a list of Halloween #botober2021 prompts but sometimes its link to the theme is a bit tenuous.
Maybe it's a spooky half a cup of milk?
For my last list of #botober2021 drawing prompts I had the DaVinci GPT-3 model follow "Landscapes" as a theme.
If you draw any of these, please tag them with #botober2021 because I'm dying to see how they come out.
For full plaintext, keep reading!
Animals:
- Opossumsaurus
- Rainbow space walrus
- The roars of roosters
- Sluggalope
- Adventurous stone chickens
- Fricken WHALE
- 4D Stegosaurus
- 8-legged cat
- Bearllionaire
- Impossibly cute pudgy birds
- Muppet sharks
- Fluffy space lemur
- Tiny shelled horses
- Angry jelly doughnut
- Roaring Ball of Feathers
- Butter gliders
- Dangerous swans
- Gleaming toads
- Worm That Ate Chicago
- Teeter-totter-rattlesnake
- Loud frilly cows
- Way Too Much Cat
- Steampunk platypus
- Heavenly caterpillar
- Elderly robot pug
- 6 legged wombatquail
- Angry eohippuses
- Firefly squid
- Porcelain squirrel
- Fabled unicycle beavers
- Godcockroach
Halloween (GPT-3 DaVinci model)
Howling canine ghosts scale the cathedral town pillars
leaves shaped like pumpkin smiles litter the sidewalks
spiderwebs grow luscious on wet pumpkin grins
'thank you' trees lean out of residences
black insects settle leaves
mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth
snaking cobwebs mass on stalks
red eyeballs hit backlit branches
the wet forest steps on soft squirrel skins
murmurous forest insects smell caramel apples
haunting trees grow cuter on lighter dirt
planet-sized moon speaks 'hello'
Thanks for the original drawings, which are utterly delightful.
the night sky kisses blood oranges lined with white
headless animals shiver in their sleep
moustaches creep creepily
slouching gargoyles lay spooky stones
something is sitting in the center of the spectre tapestries
the unseen graveyard stretches for miles
deep-skulled jack-o'-lanterns smell the warmth of my nose
this town is filled with orange dust
mist-sheep chew on tombstones
a scarecrow cuts a pumpkin with a sharp scythe from a wooden block
the graveworm snatches out the eyes of strangers who come by
mist lamps glow with circling green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange and green and orange...
monsters crawl through alien fur
spooky house skulls peeking out of the dreamlike brambles
gangly moonlit grave rabbits lurk outside the windows
murder rats roam the streets below the buried Earth
a shrub plays the banjo from the shadows
pumpkins melt quietly, quietly
the white skull leans out of the tower of the Palace of the End
Halloween (GPT-3 Ada model)
1. The masked skeleton
2. The question mark from a box
3. Excuse me a minute a giant sphere
4. Five water bubbles in a crate
5. The goliath
6. Half a cup of milk
7. The super hero skull
8. A flappy spider
9. A flappy tea
10. Parts of a cow
11. Parts of a giraffe
12. Robots are weird
13. The watermelon fountain
14. The ghost in the closet
15. One spark walking to the other side of the room
16. Dangerous drops
17. A bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat bat
18. Cows face the moon
19. Five eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs
20. Ghost traitors
21. The animals belong to space aliens
22. A zombl
23. The bubbleberry
24. No hands
25. The back of a zombie
26. The funny, psychedelic slime
27. Run like a bunny
28. Creepy cats
29. Old flames
30. A mushroom person
31. Holes
Landscapes (GPT-3 DaVinci model)
Glowing, purple starfish forest
Library of lava
Chalk canyon
Forbidden kale forest
Hillside terrain of hundreds of gray hats
Labyrinth of rocks and steam
Mirror forest filled with reflective crystals
Botanical mazes of white lace and trees
Sea of razors
Greenhouse glade filled with a bubble machine
Noctilucent glaciers
Forest of not-trees
Small rocky islands floating in a sky of lemons
Caverns of glass
Village constructed like the game Mousetrap
Needles of obsidian and frozen squalls
Hospitality space, enviropod
Forest of feather trees and shimmer lights
Ant fort of jeweled pastry, there is a tiny ant fort
Dark carnival caves
Skull forest
Plains of stardust and purple flowers
The fungal kingdom
Fallen horizon
Farm field covered with tiny triangular cups of tea
An outpost of accordion trees
Fortuneteller's grove, toad boulders
Botanical plate tectonics
Geode catacombs
Field of gravity-shifted stones
Perpetual storm field barricaded by a curtain made of clouds
#neural networks#gpt-3#botober#botober2021#halloween#fricken WHALE#tiny ant fort#tiny triangular cups of tea
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the demon brothers mitski songs
i guess this is considered a song fic? i just related some of my favorite mitski songs to the brothers the best i could. if you have any songs i missed or side characters you would like me to interpret please ask me!! i really enjoy writing based on music, it comforts me and helps me heal. some parts are longer and i apologize for that <3
warnings: angst but if you squint really hard and lay upside down at 2 am chanting in latin there might be fluff. mentions of chp16 in the twins parts
word count: 6k
'undateables' here!
lucifer: first love / late spring
so please hurry leave me / i can't breathe / please don't say you love me / 胸がはち切れそうで (my heart seems like its going to burst)
lucifer has not always known pride.
humility used to be familiar to his body, like a perfectly fitting glove. he had never been in a state of thinking he were better than everyone else, for his sin had not broken him yet.
and your presence somehow, someway, brought back the man he used to be.
work hours were slipping from his hands as if sand while he focused on you, spent time with you. lucifer had even once skipped a rad council meeting just to make sure your cold wasn't going to kill you.
but he knew this was a dangerous game. lucifer was supposed to be the most reliable, hard working demon serving under his dear lord diavolo. there was never room for anyone in his heart except himself and maybe on occasion, his brothers.
you, his dearest human, have wormed your way into that small confined space inside him. and that terrifies lucifer greatly.
your cheerfulness, your drive to protect the ones you love, your angel like smile.
from the first time he felt himself slipping closer to you, lucifer had started pulling back, though you always seemed to close the distance somehow. he is fully aware that he could potentially be fooling you, playing along and eventually hurting your feelings. the ones he is supposed to protect with his life.
lucifer knew very well what he was getting into could never be, but in a desperate attempt to feel like he once was again, he lets you break him down. he lets you push his walls to the sides, clear up the path, and walk straight into his arms.
but the only issue was, you faced him one normal day with that beautiful smile across your face. and said, "i love you".
lucifer has never heard someone say those three words and actually mean it whole heartedly. but as soon as the words left your lips, he knew you were serious. and lucifer could not bring himself to say it back.
it feels as if all the oxygen in the devildom has been vacuumed out. his chest aches, his eyes can't seem to get enough moisture. all at once the gravity of your relationship has washed him clean, and then drowned him in his own filth.
but with a mask of his usual self, lucifer plays the part and quickly moves to excuse himself.
he does not let himself react until he is alone in the underground chamber where he keeps cerberus.
"oh dear," he whispers as his long fingers twist and scratch at his dog's ears. "i don't think i can say those words."
mammon: i will
and while you sleep / i'll be scared / so by the time you wake / i'll be brave / i'll be brave
mammon has never in his life felt what it truly is to deeply and utterly fall in love. that was, until you stepped foot in his home territory.
getting to know you was a breeze, considering how lively and upbeat the boy usually is. people are always attracted to that kind of personality.
and you were so snugly fit into his heart at this point he was starting to get anxious. what if you didn't like him? what if you were just pretending and its all one big joke planned by his brothers? they've done far worse with 'pranks' before.
often when he is having concerns about your relationship/friendship he will ask you in the dead of the night to come over for a 'sleepover'.
what he really gets from these moments is reassurance. your presence, your polite and always kind replies when he asks you to join him in his room. and when you are drifting off slowly in his bed you will feel the weight of something soft being placed over your body. there is faint murmuring but you do not try to make it out.
mammon watches you as you fall asleep. he is embarrassed and terrified you will catch him- but he needs to see you are alive and sleeping well before he can even breathe.
no one ever stopped to wonder if mammon, or rather the shell of himself he is now, could fully handle being a humans protector in the devildom.
lucifer would nag at him constantly (as would all the other brothers too) that he was being reckless, wasn't taking his job seriously, blah blah. you take any remarks they spew at mammon in one ear and out the other, knowing they deep down don't mean their words. that they do actually care for mammon.
but that doesn't mean mammon isn't fucking terrified over keeping you safe.
so while you sleep, he will be there. scared, frightened as if a child during a thunderstorm. but but the time you wake, mammon will be brave.
mammon will put on his million dollar smile, and ask how you slept. and he will lie when you ask him the same.
leviathan: a burning hill
and i am the fire / and i am the forest / and i am a witness watching it / i stand in a valley watching it / and you're not there at all
a sidenote before this one, i really love these lyrics. a lot of people don't fully know the meaning of them, so do let me explain first!
"and i am the fire" mitski is acknowledging she is the problem, she is the fire burning and destroying everything. "and i am the forest" not only is she the one destroying the forest, she is the forest. she is only hurting herself. "and i am a witness watching it" mitski is a bystander watching her mind destroy itself, and she does nothing about it. she is watching as she turns her entire life upside down. "and you're not there at all" mitski does not have a support system. there is no one there to save her from herself.
leviathan may as well be the prince of anxiety in the devildom. his envy feeds into the anxiety, and fuels the fire inside his heart. the two emotions work together in harsh ways to cause chaos in his life.
sometimes, being with you during an anxiety attack is helpful. sometimes, it only makes things worse.
how is he supposed to be your hero protagonist when you're in need if he can't even take care of himself?
asmodeus had been nagging him too much about hygiene, lucifer had been nagging him too much about grades.
now don't get me wrong, leviathan is an extremely smart demon. he's no satan, but he is the best from home student you will ever see. everything he does is at his own pace, and he can excell more than if he were in a classroom.
though this slump he had found himself in for the last month was taking a huge toll on his mental health. he stopped asking the brothers to join him for movie nights, stopped inviting you over for gaming. maybe if he can push you away before you decide to leave on your own, it will be less painful. because it will be his decision, he would have control.
so when you come knocking and singing the password outside his door, he feels like bursting into tears. he could pretend he isn't in his room, but the game he was only half heartedly playing has the volume up and playing outloud.
he lets you come inside. even though his mind is screaming at him to make you leave.
"i noticed you haven't been staying at meals that long for a while. are you feeling okay?"
you watch as leviathan shrugs his shoulders. something is definitely wrong, but you will not know what until he tells you. sometimes thats just how it is with him, he is too good at hiding everything away.
"would playing together cheer you up? what were you playing..." your voice trails off as you skip over to his computer, leaning over his shoulder. the screen says 'game over', something you have never seen on leviathans computer ever before. now more than before you know something is very off. you take a deep breath before deciding what to say next.
"do you want some of my meds? i can go run and grab them-"
"no."
leviathan cuts you off. a few times before when he hit a slump, you had shared some of your human world mood stabilizers with him. it seemed to greatly help with the anxiety and depression. but leviathan was basically refusing help at this point.
you removed your arms from around his shoulders, spinning him by the armrests to face you. you tried to read his eyes, but it seems they were speaking a foreign language today.
"do you want to be alone? hm?"
its a gentle question, your voice barely above a whisper.
leviathan desperately wants to say no. he wants to hold you so tight you can't breathe. to be able to cry in front of you without being embarrassed. he wants nothing more than for you to save him the way he saves you.
leviathan says yes.
you can't save people who don't want to be saved.
leviathan is lighting a match to himself. he is watching as the fire trails up his body, unmoving. he does not fan out the fire. rather he lets it burn bright, all alone in his room. his brain is on fire and he is letting it consume him.
he will be a casualty to only himself, never to you. because he wants more than anything for you to never know of how weak he truly is.
satan: i don't smoke
so if you need to be mean / be mean to me / i can take it and put it inside of me / if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room / you can lean on my arm / as you break my heart
after only being in the devildom for two months, you had stopped or intervened in at least ten fights between lucifer and satan. the two just could not get along it seemed, not even for your sake.
satan does not know or have any understanding of being empathetic, something you know like the back of your hand. seeing the two brothers threaten to kill each other takes a great toll on your mental health.
and yet, after every big fight you find yourself walking to satans room. knocking, waiting on a response. you've entered so many times that just from your knock satan can tell it is you and will usually let you in. today was different for some reason.
when you raised your fist to knock, the sound of shattering glass filled your ears. without even bothering to knock you rushed inside, to see if satan was okay.
satan was in fact, not okay.
in his anger and frustration he had been using basic dark magic to cause his many books to rise into the air, and throw themselves across the room. the crash was the sound of a book catapulting through his window. today was going to be hard to work through. but you were good at tough fights.
"satan, please put the books down so i can come in further," your voice was gentle, calm and kept stable. you didn't fear satan, no. but you feared what his sin would sometimes turn him into.
he made no move to let the books down, throwing his hands into his hair and sighing loudly. so you tried again.
"if you can put the books down we could talk, yea? is that okay?"
in the blink of an eye one of the airborne books collided with your chest, the sheer force knocking you back a few steps. it hurt, your chest stung like you had just been slapped, but you showed no sign of pain. if satan had seen you in pain that he somehow caused, he may never let you close again. and you desperately wanted to be around him, needed him to be close.
"you don't scare me. you know that."
"i should. you should be so afraid you run and never come back. i'll only hurt you. you know that."
satans words were a bit harsh, but at the same time- this wasn't just satan. this was wrath. and wrath was not kind to you like satan was. being able to differentiate the two makes everything way easier.
"wrath, put the books down. that is a command."
slowly but surely, the books fell to the floor with dry thuds resonating in the room. satan wrath looked at you as if he wanted to eat you alive.
before he could speak again, you spun on your heels and threw yourself against the door. you knew the brothers were going to come running in, thinking wrath had hurt you from the noises in the room. and just as you had thought, as you clicked the lock down, the brothers began yelling through the door and knocking loudly.
"i'm fine, please let me be alone with him. you're only going to make it worse."
lucifer demanded furiously for you to come out or there would be consequences. mammon was yelling that he can protect you and to just unlock the door. in the back, as you focused on the voices, beelzebub began chanting what you knew to be a locking or unlocking spell. you had seen him use it many times when lucifer would lock up the fridge.
quickly you turned to face wrath again. your back pressed against the door, feeling all the brothers beating against your back.
"wrath, cast something on the door to make it unable to open. like that binding spell we learned last week in spells and potions."
wrath let out another highly annoyed sigh, but you felt the door become more stabalized behind your body.
"thank you. can i please talk to satan?"
no response. the tension in the room was nearly tangible. as if you could reach out into the air and feel his glare cut through your fingers.
slowly you inched closer and closer, tutting and scolding gently each time the books began to rise again. having a pact with him at a time like this definitely is handy. but you don't want to command wrath to just leave, that will solve nothing. that will only cause wrath to come back stronger the next time he shows himself.
"do you still want to destroy something?" your words delicate. walking a fine line.
wrath didn't speak, nodding his head slightly. that was enough of a response for you, as you now stood only a mere foot infront of him.
the brothers were still screaming from the other side of the door, you could hear it all the way across the room. for a second you almost felt bad. but this was something only you could do.
with a deep breath, you from memory began reciting a protection spell. this will keep you safe from any physical or magical harm for at most three hours. it would last longer if you had practiced more and focused more energy into it, but again, not important right now.
"if you need to be mean, be mean to me. i'll be fine. wrath or satan."
unfortunately wrath did not hesitate to push satan down even further into the abyss. his hands raised up, palms to the ceiling as the tattered books rose once more.
"go for it. let it out on me. i'm not leaving."
asmodeus: francis forever
i don't need the world to see / that i've been the best i can be / but i don't think i could stand to be / where you don't see me
you never expected asmodeus, the prince of lust, to be quite self critical and concious.
beautiful, worthy of love, perfect as he is. that is how you would describe the man, not the harsh words he thinks of himself. you would expect this kind of anxiety from leviathan, but not asmodeus.
you quickly come to learn that demons can have bad days too.
today was supposed to be a fun self indulgent shopping day, you taking a huge chunk of your pay from hell's kitchen to buy fancy clothes. fashion here in the devildom was extremely different from the human world, and you found yourself quite enjoying it. the fabrics were so colorful and patterned, the designs so elegant and almost royal.
asmodeus seemed like his normal self for the first part of the shopping spree, pulling you from rack to rack and making you try on what he finds. only when he would shove you into a dressing room and go in his own would he falter.
the mirror is a normal one, plainly sat infront of him on the wall. but to asmodeus, it might as well be a clown mirror with how distorted he is seeing himself. his arms look a litte bigger than normal, his shorts don't hug him the way they should. not only is he upset, he is afraid.
afraid that the world is seeing this distorted version of himself. afraid you are seeing it too.
when you come out of your dressing room with a beatiful summery outfit on and knock on his door, he yelps from inside. he was so lost in self destructive thoughts that he jumped at your knocking. too ashamed to go back out like this, he quickly changed into one of the outfits he had grabbed from the rack. its a light blue blouse with some vintage looking ruffles. the shorts he quickly put on are light grey, with a cute belt going around the waist. there were some white socks with the same grey striping the tops, so he shuffled into those as well and opened the door without seeing the mirrors reflection.
(more so, he didn't want to.)
"oh my lord, asmodeus you look so good in that blue! which aisle was that on?"
asmodeus goes into his fake cheerfulness quickly, hoping you don't notice his grin faltering when he 'gives you a twirl'. you look so absolutely stunning in the outfit you had on, the colors and flow making you more beautiful than ever. its as if this outfit were made for you- and asmodeus selfishly feels jealous.
"i think i want to try on some more, meet me back here when you're ready!"
and with that he all but jumps back behind his dressing room door, thankful for the sliver of privacy. he can't let you see him like this- you will think he is weak. that he is broken and everything about him is fake.
"hey asmodeus- i accidentally grabbed a size too big in this skirt. would you go grab another one? pleeeaaasee?" your giddy and laugh filled voice fills his ears from through the thin walls. he sighs in again, jealousy, and says he will come right back with it.
when he returns eventually, you open the door peeking out to grab it. sure asmodeus has seen you half naked many many times, but you don't want other shoppers to see as well. once he hands you the garment you thank him with a quick kiss to his cheek. and as the door is closing, he hears you say that 'i wish i looked as good as you do right now!'
it should be comforting, it should make him feel slightly relieved that you still think of him highly. i mean, for devils sake- half of the items in this outlet are designs he made himself.
so why does he feel so...ugly?
no, the world cannot see him like this. not after they have seen all of his best looks so far. they will remove all his designs and work from stores if he doesn't pull it together and make himself beautiful once again.
so after you try on all your outfits and purchase the ones you like, you two head home; asmodeus is empty handed.
not even when you hand him the most beautiful necklace and say its a gift does he have a real smile.
fake it till you make it, he decides. he will not let you ever see him again if this keeps up. no one will ever see his face again.
beelzebub: once more to see you
then i wouldn't have to scream your name / atop every roof in the city of my heart / if i could see you / once more to see you
just as our big buff demon boy is constantly hungry for food, he is constantly hungry for you.
your smile, your laugh, your presence next to him.
its reminiscent of when lilith were alive, and he had that one comforting shoulder to always slump against. sure he still has belphegor, and his other five brothers, but his bond with lilith was...different. it was as if she was his protector, his lifeline when he needed consolation.
he had never been able to fill the lilith sized hole in his stomach until the day you walked (more like stumbled) into his life.
he now has not just a friend- a best friend, a comfort person, a workout buddy, a midnight snack bring along.
most of all- he now has a lover.
such a delicate, fragile and human shaped lover. one that has promised to never let him suffer alone. but things have been slipping since the day belphegor was broken out of the attic.
you stopped wanting to work out (actually, just with him in particular), and you stopped saying yes to you twos adventures around town to eat everything possible. it was painfully obvious to everyone involved that since he was so close with your ...killer, you kept a distance out of fear and slight annoyance.
fear that it could happen again and beelzebub would protect his twin; annoyance that beelzebub forgave him so quickly for literally taking your life. to you, this was not a matter of anyone forgiving belphegor but you. it just wasn't fair that everyone immediately forgave him when he said sorry, when they all found out you were a descendant of lilith.
so rightfully, you kept your distance. especially with beelzebub.
deep down you were aware it would eat beelzebub alive to not be able to hold you as he used to. but your state of mind and peace mattered more than any demon ever could.
when finally confronted about this, beelzebub came up to you in the kitchen since you both had dish duty. belphegor wasn't with him, but the paranoia still stood firm.
"am i losing you because of what happened?"
without missing a beat, "everyone has. are the rest just more oblivious than you may be?"
beelzebub stands stunned. the dish in his hand is dripping with soap, the wet sponge in his other hand running a trail down his arm.
"i don't want to lose you. when i think about losing you my heart does that thing your stomach does when you are hungry."
at this, its your turn to stand stunned for a second. you knew you had definite feelings for the demon, but thought he was just using you as a replacement sister in place of lilith. hes never been the best with explaining his feelings, but relating it to his stomach pain makes it all too clear to you.
beelzebub is in love with you, maybe more than you are with him at this point. you have a hungry dog on your lead, and he is patiently sat waiting for a treat.
"can i hug you? just one more time?"
your shoulders shrug, afraid to say yes outloud for it may cause a hurricane to swirl inside your eyes.
and beelzebub pulls you closer, not too close though. holds you tight, but not too tight. he is afraid of where he should put his hands and ends up setting on your back and head.
beelzebub wants to scream. he wants the whole world to know how much he utterly and completely aches for you. just once more. let him hold you before you slip from his grip forever.
belphegor: i want you
i found you / i found the door / but when i stepped through / there was no floor / you're coming back / and its the end of the world
belphegor flinched as the sound of your scream resonated through the entire house of lamentation.
it was one of pain, fear. he had heard it many times before. in nightmares of yours, ones of his own, and that one fated day he heard it because of his own actions.
footsteps cut through his thoughts as he saw beelzebub getting up and leaving, presumably going to you. and dear lord belphegor wishes he could go with. but he fears him appearing in real life directly after a nightmare will cause more damage than control.
so belphegor tried to fall back asleep. he was abruptly interrupted when beelzebub reentered the room- but not alone. no, he had for devil knows why brought you back with him. if belphegor knew what an anxiety attack was, that would be what he was slowly experiencing in this moment. frozen in his bed, he tried to squeeze his eyes shut as hard as possible, begging his body to sleep.
"belphegor?"
looks like he's not getting sleep anytime soon. damn it.
he rolls his body over slowly, to see you and beelzebub sat next to each other on his brothers bed. your expression is hard to make out in the dark, but he can sense the fright in your voice. theres no possible way beelzebub could've convinced you to come here, so it must have been your own decision. belphegor doesn't know what to say. so he just stares.
"i'm sorry," is all he can seem to say.
"don't be."
"why? even after you have so gracefully forgiven me and come to be my friend, i still end up tormenting your safest place. your dreams."
for a second you look shocked, not knowing how he knew the nightmares were about him. the only person you had confided in them about was simeon- who had given you a soothing sleep potion to help fight off the nightmares. so how did belphegor find out?
see, the thing is, every single brother, both angels, your wierd sorcerer friend, hell even the lord diavolo himself knows the content of your nightmares. it wasn't that difficult to piece it all together when they had only begun after your 'death'.
realizing you hadn't answered him, even though it wasn't a question, you spoke again.
"i'm not actually afraid of you."
beelzebub seems to feel relieved next to to you as you speak, but you are not finished.
"i'm only afraid of what you can do, belphegor. just like how i'm not afraid of satan, but i'm terrified of wrath."
you wanted to put it into gentle words he would understand. you wanted to have a connection with him, it was just going to be a long bumpy road of healing and acceptance. for both of you.
at this belphegor sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
"so why did you come here? to tell me that?"
beelzebub sat up straighter, moving his legs a bit.
"belphie, they asked if they could come here, 'cuz they said they want to trust you."
belphegor mulled over his brothers words. what did that mean? you trusted him just because you were able to speak to him?
somehow you picked up on his confusion. "will you...put me to sleep..? i mean- you don't have to but, if i can trust you with that it would help. i think."
belphegor is stunned. you, the dear human his brothers adore, want him to help you with something. you, on your own accord, have come to connect with him. he can't fully promise that he will always be there to protect your dreams, but if you will give him this opportunity he will try his best.
you, laying together with belphegor- the demon who has once killed you. you want to trust and come to have a bond with him. just as you have all the other brothers.
but some nightmares are just too much to handle. and maybe it is best if you stay away for a bit longer to deal with it alone.
bonus! mc: fireworks
and then one warm summer night / i'll hear fireworks outside / and i'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry
not a day goes by that you do not miss your seven beloved demon princes.
at first, for a few months after you left, one of them would randomly jumpscare you in your own home with a 'surprise visit'. that usually ends in a scolding and reminder that the d.d.d exists for a reason.
nonetheless, slowly the boys stopped visiting. sure you met up with solomon quite a bit, or even met up with simeon and luke.
it hurt to feel them slipping away, but you only wanted to remember all the good things. no use in holding a match to an already blazing forest fire.
so you started doing things for yourself.
self care (asmodeus had some influence in the particular brands), working hard in your studies, making sure to eat well and use working out as a stress relief. for a while this happy dance of pretending to be getting better helped, made you feel like yourself again.
one particular outing you had planned was to go see a firework show out in a small town next to your own. it was advertised all over the place, so you were determined to go and enjoy the show.
when the day, a mere tuesday, finally arrived- you were ecstatic. elated at the idea of having somewhat of a date with yourself in the town next door. it wasn't going to start until around nine pm, so you had the entire day to prepare and get ready. you may be going alone, but damn all you will be the best dressed there. asmodeus had taught you once some fashion tips to make your outfit really stand out in a good way, and you mixed those tips into tonight's outfit happily.
the drive there was pretty easy, not much really going on in your own town at the moment and lots of cars leaving to go next door for the show.
the breeze was warm- but not the bad kind. rather a comforting kind, as if the wind was hugging you tightly.
many people from your own town were milling about, and you stopped to say hi a few times before settling down into the grass with a blanket.
"mc? hey, what are you doing here?"
a familiar voice. solomons, to be exact.
you were quite excited to see solomon but at the same time- he just reminded you more that you and the boys aren't together anymore.
"i came for the fireworks, why are you here?"
solomon pondered your question for a second before answering. "i don't really know."
you both laughed in somewhat confusion, before solomon explained that he had heard about the show but didn't know why he actually had chosen to come. but that he was glad to see you, glad he came regardless.
he sat with you as you both waited now. there was a bit of small talk, but not much. you two were pretty caught up in each others lives most of the time.
as you two continued chatting and waiting- a call rang through the air. you reached for your phone to see its from your family member, and quickly pick up to see what they want.
though your heart sinks when you hear them crying over the line.
"hey whats wrong? are you okay?"
they attempt to stifle their cries, saying they are sorry.
"my car broke down, i was on my way to the fireworks when the engine just...stopped."
they sound panicked and scared, you know those feelings well. and it isn't exactly safe to be stranded out this late waiting on a car shop to send someone to help. so, you offer to come pick them up. its not too far away, and its only around eight thirty now. the fireworks won't start for a bit.
your family member thanks you relentlessly before you both say your goodbyes and you explain to solomon. he is bummed you have to go, but tells you to hurry back so he has someone to enjoy the fireworks with.
the drive there is relatively easy, your family member not being too far or in a strange spot. their car had broken down right near a gas station, so a kind stranger had at least helped them push the car into the lot.
"(family member name), i'm here," you speak as you walk around the back of their car. but you don't see them in the passenger seat, and assume they might've gone in the gas station. so you go in as well.
the cashier greets you politely, and you ask if he had seen your family member. unfortunately for you, the cashier explains that they had seen them, but that was ten minutes ago when a patrolling cop had come to pick them up and call for a car repairman.
their phone might have died, but you can't help the frustration you feel. its now around eight fourty seven, and the drive back will take you roughly fifteen minutes. its cutting it extremely close, but you are damn well determined to see these fireworks and enjoy a carefree night with solomon. so, you quickly purchase some water bottles and hurry your way back to the car.
its not like luck has ever really been on your side, but tonight seems particularly bad. there is a sudden traffic rush, assumingly people last minute trying to make it to the show. and you are caught up in their hurry. every single light was red, causing you to constantly be stuck waiting to move.
you grab your d.d.d at one long red light and call solomon. he picks up immediately and tells you to hurry back, to which you explain what happened. he sounds almost as frustrated with your family member as you are, consoling you that you won't miss the fireworks. he sits on the phone with you as you drive, keeping you from getting anxious or having to be alone this late.
it isn't until your car clock strikes nine o one that you finally start to see familiar buildings. you have entered the correct area of the town, and now just have to navigate your way back to the park field. telling solomon you're almost there, you decide to hang up so you can focus on driving only.
unbeknownst to you, when you had hung up, solomon was not actually sitting alone anymore. he now had seven guests sitting with him, waiting not for the show- waiting for you.
and it isn't until you hear the first firework go off that you give up.
you park the car, climb out and up, and sit atop it.
you can barely make out the shapes and colors from so far away, but at least you can see them. the breeze has cooled down a bit, pushing against your shoulders and hair. the fireworks are beautiful, even from this distance.
and in some sick way, the universe had given you this exact moment on purpose. you had intended for it to be a date with yourself, and now it truly was.
poor passerby cars are left to just watch your figure in the dark, atop your car. you are thankful for the dark of night for the first time in your life.
because no one can see your tears.
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Here it is: the TMA tribute I have been working on for ages, finally rendered in color.
[ID: a full color marker illustration of the 14 (+ the Extinction) and John and Martin from TMA. The page is split into fifteen even pizza slices, each with a different entity theme. On top, glued to the page, is a pen drawing of John and Martin on light grey paper.
John leads as they walk to the right, facing away from the viewer and holding up a hand, two floating eyes helping guide his way. A large backpack mirrors the one Martin is wearing, and John holds back a hand which Martin is holding. Martin faces the viewer as he walks forward, smiling slightly. From behind him, tendrils of fog encroach and curl around his foot.
On the pizza slices, starting from one o'clock and going clockwise:
The Vast shows an open sky with distant clouds, a rope ladder swinging across the expanse as a single occupant climbs upward. Below, clouds form into the heads of a massive crowd dissapearring into the distance, each head without a face. Underneath their chins, deep blue water stretches out.
The Lonely shows a ship in greyscale with the silhouette of Peter Lukas standing at the prow. Swirling fog fills the background, and in the distance a person's silhouette stands in a wide, empty street, where vacant buildings bend toward them, fog curling around their ankles.
The Web shows several objects suspended in tangled spiderwebs in front of the silhouette of Hilltop Road. In the web is the engraved web lighter, which is open but not lit, a cassette tape, and a bottle of wine. In the lower right, a large spider perches, its limbs testing the strings of the web.
The Corruption has a background reminiscent of worm tunnels, with shifting sickly yellows, greens, and browns. On the left, a woman in dark grey robes and a surgical mask shows green mold on her skin. A few flies rest on her face, and she stares at the viewer nervously. On her right, a green molding globe is stood upon by a large housefly, and a cheery green and yellow maypole stands. Further right, massive worms, about an inch long and with one silvery side, are obscured by Jane, who is wearing a large coat and facing away from the viewer, her skin full of holes.
The Dark is shown in mostly negative space. On the top, a lightbulb dangles next to a gaping mouth full of teeth and floating pair of eyes. Below, a darkened neighborhood of small houses is shown, in the darkness behind a large wolf and long, twisting tentacles hide. The front of the piece shows Manuela's anti-sun, producing a halo of darkness around itself.
The Hunt has a background of deep green pine trees, and shows a grey wolf with a dead rabbit clutched in its jaws, blood covering its teeth and staining that rabbit's fur. In front of it, there are two drawings of Daisy's wolf form. The first is a closeup on her face, where she tilts her head up, looking at the viewer and saying "RUN." The other is a full body of her hulking form, which is skinny and twisted, tufts of fur coming out of her torn shirt.
The Flesh has a pink and red background reminiscent of intestines. At the top, John's removed rib is haloed. Twisting bodies with extra joints, distorted skin, qnd incorrect proportions are piled below, and at the front, Jared smirks at the viewer, wearing a hoodie with a jarge letter "J", which shifts with strange growths that are barely hidden beneath it.
The Stranger had a red background filled with music notes. At the top, a mannequin has a face awkwardly pinned to it's own, the holes for the eye sockets showing the blank plastic below. A carosel is partially covered by Not!Sasha, who looks at the viewer, leaning in. In front of her, Breekon and Hope look at the viewer, wearing their work uniforms. At the very bottom, the apple from anatomy class grins, next to Nikola Orsinov, who is a mannequin with only a large toothy smile and painted on blush. She is wearing a red and yellow clown outfit with a large white neck ruffle.
The Spiral has a background of bright swirling colors. At the top, a smiling stick figure holds a steaming mug of coffee, a sign next to them reading "CAN'T SLEEP?". a vase, covered with patterns, is gripped on the edge by a greying hand. In the foreground, Michael Distortion waves, opening a large yellow door, within which another bright colorful pattern is swirling. The corridor continues behind, striped in various colors.
The Buried shows a silhouette of a person drowning, bubbles escaping their mouth. Behind them, rocks are scattered, obscured by a coffin wrapped in chains with a tag that reads "DO NOT OPEN". in the distance, tunnels in the ground weave.
The Extinction shows an expanding mushroom cloud blowing out the windows of crumpled buildings, a pile of indistinguishable debris and a rotting couch outlined in front a back sky that features a shattered moon.
The Slaughter has a dark brown background which has a floating tune of music overlayed. The Toy Soldier holds a gun to the left, grinning as it faces right, where the Piper stands. The Piper has three heads, connected at the neck. The one on the left blows into the bagpipes, blood running from beneath its green helmet. The center head faces the viewer, letting out a gutteral scream and staring. Hands, clasped in prayer, hover beneath the center head. The head on the right keeps its mouth closed, but blood and dirt leak from it and drip down its chin, a final hand brought to its brow in a salute.
The End pictures a stature of a weeping angel, obscured partially by a large skull. A book behind them reads "HIS CONSIOUSNESS FADED IN AND OUT LIKE THE TIDE. HE TRIED TO RESIST...". In the top of the slice, grey tendrils curl around a heart imbedded in a ribcage. The heart, which is red, is the only color in the slice.
The Desolation has a stripe of fire flicking across it. Beneath the stripe is a grey and smoky sky behind burned and blackened tree husks. Above the flames, a hand holds a cigarette casually, which smokes. Two candles burn, partially covered by a house whose windows belch flame.
The Eye shows a grinning silhouette with an illuminated eye. Three security cameras look in different directions, overlayed on top of a manilla folder that reads "CASE #I-SEE-YOU. STATEMENT OF..." A large tape recorder waits on the right, and a camera on the left. Words next to the human silhouette read "OUR EYES ARE NEVER CLOSED. WE ARE JUDGING YOU. WE SEE YOU, WATCH YOU..." At the top center, a staring green eye looks down at where John and Martin walk in the center.
/END ID]
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Surprise Ore
Notes: I have decided to partake in the bingo event by @aslitheryprinx and here is my submission! I may do more in the future, so this may just be my first one! I have written for the letter O with the prompt Ore. I hope y’all enjoy! It’s my favorite boys!
Bad whistled to himself as he twirled his pickaxe in his hand, searching for resources in the mines. He and his friends had recently found an abandoned mineshaft deep underground and once they realized it was deep enough to find precious ores such as diamonds, they all hastily packed up their mining supplies and went underground.
They all ended up splitting up to cover the most ground and to quickly clear out the mineshaft of any precious materials. Dream and Sapnap had taken the northern pathways and Bad and George took the southern pathways. It was the fastest way to clear the area out, so they didn’t mind. Plus, all four could take care of themselves so it wasn’t a big deal.
Bad squinted as he thought he saw a strange object in front of him and lit a torch. He was elated to find a minecart with a chest inside of it. Opening the chest, Bad was pleased to find an enchanted book, an emerald, some extra iron, and two golden apples. The rest were unlaid tracks that the group had no need for, so Bad let it be and stored the treasures in his inventory.
He continued to twirl his pickaxe around, whistling his small tune to himself, until he came upon a small vein of diamond ore. He grinned and quickly got to work, mining the ores until each one popped out a small diamond. Five diamonds in total, not a bad vein!
He carefully set the diamonds into his inventory and was about to continue his search for more ores and treasures when his eyes landed on another diamond ore, just a few steps away. He grinned, his tail thrashing excitedly behind him.
This must be his lucky day to find two veins so close to one another! The others were going to be so jealous of his haul. He noticed with only slight confusion that this piece of diamond ore looked slightly different than normal, but Bad brushed it off as a trick of the light. There was lava nearby and Bad hadn’t placed a torch recently, opting to use the calm glow of the lava instead, so it could just be the lighter lighting in the area.
With that thought in mind, he brought his pickaxe down onto the ore. In just a few swings the ore shattered, revealing it’s shiny treasure. Bad was a tad disappointed that no more ores were hidden behind it, but his disappointment was quickly covered with confusion as he glanced at what he just unearthed.
Instead of a small diamond in the newly carved out hole, there laid a small creature barely bigger than Bad’s hand. It’s skin seemed to be covered in the familiar precious gem and it was curled around itself almost like it was trying to hide.
Bad quietly slipped his pickaxe into his inventory and knelt down to investigate the creature. Carefully, he reached out and scooped it up, wincing at how cold the diamond skin felt against his hand. He stood back up at full height and examined the creature in his hand.
They seemed to be asleep for the time being, their little eyes shut tightly as they repositioned themselves to be more comfortable in the hand. Bad couldn’t help but awe as the little creature snuggled into his fingers like they were craving the warmth he gave off.
The sudden rattling of bones nearby startled Bad out of his trance. He protectively curled his fingers around the little diamond creature and held them closer to his chest. Right, he was still in an abandoned mineshaft and those were normally littered with monsters. He wasn’t supposed to head back home for a few hours still, how was he supposed to protect himself and this little creature? He destroyed the ore they were sleeping in, so he had no safe place to set them.
After a few moments of thought Bad sighed. He only thought of one good place to put them, hopefully they would be okay if they woke up. He opened up his inventory and settled the creature inside of one of the little cubes, sighing in relief when the creature went in with ease.
They barely even stirred as Bad settled them inside and closed his inventory. It was only a few more hours and he could get home. Hopefully everything went well.
He pulled out his sword and shield and prepared to face the skeleton that was slowly approaching, it’s bow already drawn.
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Skeppy yawned before cracking his eyes open, expecting to see the familiar stone of the cave he was abandoned in. His eyes shot open in surprise as he was met with completely white surroundings.
Did he die? Did some monster find him in his sleep?
He shakily stood up and tried to explore, but only made it a step before he ran into a wall. It only took a few seconds for him to realize he was stuck inside of a strange white box. It was cold and reminded him of the stone he always slept on, but it was most definitely not.
He pressed his face against one of the walls, trying to see if he could get a glimpse of outside his new box. He didn’t mind the box as he was used to small spaces, but he wanted to see if there was anything to explore if he ever got out.
Sure enough, when he pressed his face against the wall he could see the vague shape of something else next to him. It looked like one of those golden apples he’s seen in the chests littered around the mineshaft. As he looked around through the other walls, he noticed different objects in every direction.
Where in the world could he possibly be then?
If only the world answered his question. Instead, nothing changed and he was left in the blank white cube. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground with a huff.
Maybe he would get answers eventually. As long as he was patient.
…
Oh god that better not be too long.
Thankfully, it seemed like only an hour had passed before something finally changed. Skeppy yelped as suddenly real light flooded into his box and the ceiling disappeared. Now he could see what looked to be wood in a few different colors above him.
He stood up in awe and tried looking further out of the box, completely oblivious to the much larger beings watching him with similar feelings of awe.
“They’re so small… you said you found them while mining a piece of diamond ore?”
“Mhm! They were sleeping and I didn’t want to take them, but I couldn’t leave the little guy alone with the monsters!”
“Smart idea. They probably would’ve been killed without their ore surrounding them. Though maybe you should take them out of your inventory now?”
“Oh yeah! Good thinking Sap!”
Skeppy didn’t notice anything was wrong until large clawed fingers wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. Oh. Oh. He was caught by giants.
Skeppy immediately began thrashing around, frantically trying to escape the grasp of whatever giant creature had grabbed him. His struggles were futile as another clawed hand came up from under him and gently eased him into a sitting position on the hand.
He wanted to struggle as he was brought upwards but couldn’t bring himself to continue struggling as he relaxed into the warmth the hand gave out. Why was this person’s hand so warm?
He nervously grabbed onto a finger and winced as they chuckled. Skeppy risked a glance upwards to see the person who grabbed him and gasped in shock.
“Holy shit…” They were terrifying. They looked like a literal demon. Their face was hidden under the shadows of their hood and all Skeppy could see were their brightly glowing eyes and horns jutting out from under the hood.
“Language!” But they seemed harmless, especially if they were gonna tell him off for the fact that he cursed. He let out a shaky sigh, if he played his cards right maybe he won’t die today.
As he studied the demon’s face, he quickly realized the demon was studying him right back. If their wide eyes were anything to go off of they were surprised that he could speak to begin with. As much as Skeppy wanted to feel offended by that fact, he also knew that most creatures smaller than a human, or demon, were non sentient and could barely even form a thought other than survive or kill.
Skeppy flinched back as a clawed finger wormed its way under his chin and lifted his head up just a tad more. He quickly reached up with his own hands and grabbed the finger. It didn’t hurt but if the finger tried to suddenly snap his neck he was ready to provide some sort of resistance.
His fears seemed to be unneeded though, as proved by the high pitched “awwwwww” that followed as soon as he grabbed the finger. His eyes widened as he heard a few different voices awe at the sight as well.
He whipped his gaze around and found there were three, three, other giant beings here. He paled at the sight and tried hiding in the clawed hands that currently held him. At least he was fairly certain the demon wasn’t going to hurt him.
The masked human was most definitely the scariest, Skeppy couldn’t read any of their expressions and could only see the crudely painted smiley face. He did not like that.
The other two he could thankfully deduce were humans, but it surprisingly didn’t mean anything to Skeppy at the moment. This demon still seemed like a far better choice.
Skeppy was thankful when the demon’s fingers curled around his form and hid him from the others’ sights. He was extremely glad that they seemed to realize he was uncomfortable, even more reason for Skeppy to trust them.
He heard the demon talking to the others but couldn’t make out the words. All he was focused on was how warm and comfortable the hands were and how happy he was that these hands were the ones protecting him.
The diamond sighed and got comfortable against the fingers. Maybe once they were all done talking they could do some proper introductions. Until then, Skeppy was just going to wait their conversation out.
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Jealousy [Lelouch x Reader]
Summary: You love Zero, Lelouch loves you. Lelouch is Zero, and you are none the wiser.
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Date: August 10, 2014
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“S-sir?
A meek voice echoed through the storage room, seeking the leader of the black knights.
Lelouch blinked from behind his mask and looked away from some paperwork, wondering who had confronted him.
Could it possibly be...?
Yes.
Of course it was.
There you stood, fiddling with your hair and cheeks tinged pink, avoiding eye contact with your leader. Yes, as much as Lelouch had tried to convince you otherwise, you had become a member of the Black Knights.
‘The problem is that Lelouch had tried to tell her, and not “Zero”’ Lelouch thought, aggravated.
Lelouch recalled a particularly bad day in school; his identity was almost revealed by a mere cat, and after he had expended his energy into chasing the rotten animal, he nearly fell off of the school roof.
So when you told him about your intention to join the Black Knights, he was anything but happy.
Perhaps he had taken it a tad too far, because he could still remember how bitterly you had reacted after he told you to “get a hold of yourself;” that “a dangerous job like being a Black Knight was not meant for delusional fangirls like yourself.”
Looking back now, he wished he had just taken his anger elsewhere.
“What do you know about me, Lelouch?” You snarled, stepping away from him.
“Just because you knew me since childhood doesn't mean that you can judge my feelings toward Zero! You have no right to call me delusional-”
“-Yes I do!” Lelouch narrowed his violet eyes, glaring a hole into your skull, “How can you say you love him if you've never even met him before? You’re risking your life for someone who will reject your feelings!”
He watched as you froze and cast your eyes downward, red flooded your cheeks.
“Yeah, Lelouch, is that what you think? That he's going to reject my feelings?” You ask, looking up at him, eyes shining with sorrow. “Well, that’s alright. He wouldn’t be the first time I was rejected, right?”
Lelouch’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief; were you still hung up about that?
"I'll be going now." You say, turning away from him.
He wanted to reach out and stop you, but he didn't. He couldn't.
He could lead an army and take down several nightmares with a single command, but he didn’t have the fortitude to stop a girl from leaving a room. Pathetic.
Footsteps.
Door.
"Click."
Then silence.
Lelouch heaved a small sigh behind his mask and turned his body to face you.
"What is it, soldier?"
You winced at his words and shifted uncomfortably, pink turning to red on your cheeks
"W-well, sir, I've been wondering about something..."
Lelouch's purple eyes watched your face turn varying shades of red, scowling.
Why didn't you act this way around him at school? Why did you blush and fidget in front of him now, when he was under a different name and a different life? Was the normal Lelouch missing something?!
No… You had done this, but not anymore.
Lelouch was touched. You had fallen for him twice, if that wasn’t love, then he didn’t know what was. Regrettably, he couldn’t accept your feelings, especially not here- not with this side of him.
"Uhm..." You diverted your gaze from him, instead deciding to stare at an empty crate. "I've been wondering why you call me 'soldier' all the time, sir."
Lelouch raised an eyebrow, which you couldn't see, of course.
"Are implying that you not one of my loyal soldiers?"
You quickly scrambled to defend yourself, "N-no sir! It's just that... That you call the other Black Knights by their real names, and- and-"
You bit your lip and looked down at your shoes, feeling quite stupid for bringing up such a mundane question.
"I'm sorry, sir. Never mind."
Your cheeks were lit aflame. You were talking to Zero one-on-one at last, but you had only made a fool of yourself. Why would he call you soldier? Because you were a soldier, of course! Such idiotic questions... What kind of answer were you anticipating?
"And you?"
You blinked stupidly, taken by surprise. "Huh? Me?"
Zero continued, standing up and leaning against a large crate next to him. "Why do you call me 'sir,' and not Zero?"
He recalled how you said Zero's name in his presence at school. You spoke it with awe, respect, and sometimes, to his chagrin: love.
The name "Zero" never failed to pull compliments and praises from your lips- and although Lelouch should have been feeling pretty darn good about that- dammit all! That was not how it was supposed to be!
You were supposed to love him, Lelouch! Not his alter-ego!
He watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, tempting him to claim those lips as his.
How long has he been waiting for a kiss from you?
A week?
A month?
A year?
Goodness, who knew? He lost count a long time ago.
Ever since he had declinced your romantic advancements in school, he found himself getting interested in you as well- a bit more than he was comfortable with.
However, as anyone who was rejected would do, you were slowly getting over Lelouch. Unfortunately for the boy, your confesion had only ignited his interest in you- and it was swallowing him whole.
What had caused your fondness of him? Why would you approach him about such a trivial topic? You couldn’t have found out about his true identity, right?
At first, it was just these factual questions; nothing that would harm anyone. But in due time, he began wondering how you would react in certain situations.
What would she do if I told her that I liked her as well?
How would she react if I hugged her?
Held her hand?
Kissed her?
Soon, he found himself thinking of you whenever he was able to; whether it be in class, while doing his homework, or during Student Council meetings. His curiosity had developed into a near obsession- or dare he say, an attraction.
Lelouch had managed to suppress thoughts of you while he was with the Black Knights, and thank goodness for that. He couldn’t imagine the chaos that would ensue if you managed to worm your way into his mind, then.
But now…
There you stood, twiddling your fingers and chewing your goddamn lip in front of him.
Lelouch couldn’t deny it.
He wanted you, and he always got what he wanted… Just not like this. He didn’t want it like this.
He couldn’t have you interferring with his plans to destroy Britannia, and he definitely didn’t want you to love Zero.
In order to prevent any kind of intimacy between you and his alter-ego, he began referring to you as “soldier” instead of by your name. But damn it all to hell if it worked, because it didn’t.
Each time he called you “soldier”and you called him “sir,” the tension between you two would double, and triple, and exponentially rise, driving him to the brink of absolute madness.
You distanced yourself from Lelouch at school, and he knew that you were trying your best not to make things awkward between the two of you- he knew that you were trying to move on, but the more you pulled away from him, the less he wanted to let go.
What was there to move on from, if he loved you back?
Before he had a chance to recalculate his relationship with you, you had managed to slip out of his grasp… And right back in.
Unbeknownst to you, you had fallen head-over heels for the same person twice. But this time, oh, this time, it was so much stronger.
Your feelings of love, admiration and respect had mixed into one unidentifiable goop of emotion that was directed toward the leader of the Black Knights.
And as if the world wasn't enough of a paradox, Lelouch found himself jealous of… Himself.
His geass couldn’t help him here. He had sat down one day, completely weighed down by your flurry of emotions as well as his own.
He was desperate for the tensions between you two to stop, and although he was ashamed of it now, he had written out a list of commands he could use to make you love him, and not Zero.
Of course, it was in vain.
He was Zero, and Zero was him. They were one and the same person, no matter how much Lelouch wished it wasn’t true. A single command would either make you hate Lelouch and Zero, or worse- love both at the same time.
In the past month, Lelouch’s jumbled thoughts brewed faster and faster inside of his mind, whipping up into a horrible storm, and he had no one else to blame but you.
What in the hell had you done to him?
“That-” You say, yanking him out of his exasperating thoughts, “That would be inappropriate.”
Lelouch took a moment to recollect his thoughts. Oh, right. He had asked you a question.
“Tell me,” He said, his voice coming out raspily from behind his mask, “What makes you think that calling me ‘Zero’ would be inappropriate?”
“W-well,” You stuttered, “I’ve only known you for a year, sir.”
“A lot of things aren’t necessarily appropriate, are they?” Lelouch asked, ignoring your answer, “Because of their morals, humans cage themselves into a dead end. Wouldn't it be easier to forget them all and break free?”
Break free…
“I guess so…” You mumble, looking at your shoes modestly.
“_______,” Lelouch tasted your name on his tongue, enjoying the sweet, yet acerbic taste it left in his mouth, “You say you’ve known me, Zero, for a year, correct?”
You answered, surprised that he even knew your name. “Yes, sir- Erm, Zero…” You blushed upon saying the name, much to Lelouch’s distaste.
He ignored it. That’s all that he could do, for now.
Suddenly, you heard a loud “BAM!”
The sound was harsh, and it grated upon your ears, echoing within the closed space that both Zero and you had occupied.
You flinched and closed your eyes, preparing for the worst.
When nothing came, you pried your eyes open, stunned to see one of Zero’s arms against the wall next to you, caging your body with his.
With his other hand, he calmly pressed a button on the side of his mask.
You stood, bewildered and astonished as you heard the whirring of gears, signalling the retraction of the back of his mask.
“Z-Zero- what are you-!”
“Humor me, _______.” He cut you off, “Is one year enough time to fall in love?”
Because I've known you my whole life...
“O-one year… One year can do a lot…” You gulped, watching as Zero adjusted his mask to show his mouth.
“Then, hell.” He whispered, leaning into your lips, “I must be completely infatuated.���
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jjk spoilers (manga)
did not proofread this so please excuse possible errors
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the reason geto became a criminal and lost himself is because the lack of gojo’s presence and their isolation from each other caused him to only focus on the terrible aftertaste of all the curses he had to swallow. one of the things that keeps coming back in the jujutsu world is, the stronger you are, the harder your life. we know that special grade sorcerers are expected to take on curses/cursed spirits with a strength similar to theirs but it’s been proven time over time that even strong special grade sorcerers cannot always win. but still, they have a job to do so they move on and keep fighting. they have to.
now. geto and gojo became special grade sorcerers when they were quite young still, in my opinion at least. they were sent out on missions but where they used to always have each other to rely on and fall back on when things got rough (e.g: their fight with toji), they soon had to say goodbye to that security and familiarity. it’s no secret that they were close friends. i personally do believe they were romantically involved because i’m gay and so are they. anyway, back to geto. geto’s cursed technique allows him to swallow and “digest” curses, and if i’m not mistaken he keeps EVERY curse he’s ever swallowed in his stomach, or in some magic space, i’m not 100% sure. my point is, if i read it right, he’s able to control their curses and also take them out of his ‘stomach’ again. it reminds me of how toji was able to swallow his worm, though i doubt it’s exactly the same. this cursed technique makes him act as some literal trash can, apologise for the wording. but as jujutsu sorcerer your primary goal is to exorcise curses, not to keep them alive for later use (most of the time)
we see in the manga that having to eat these curses is taking a toll on geto, as the process of doing so and the aftertaste leaves him an awful feeling. but why does it take so long for him to say, i’ve had enough, i will no longer let myself be used like this? because gojo was no longer there with him.
this brings me to my original point. i think gojo’s character is VERY misunderstood by a majority of the fans. yes, he’s a playboy and he likes to mess around, but -excuse me for taking this so seriously- i truly think he is WAY more depressed than he lets on. if i were gojo i would partially or at least feel a little responsible for the path geto went down. we know that geto abandoned the school because he chose to get rid of the reason behind curses: humans. but this doesn’t stem from a hate towards humans, not for the entire part of it. we know he wants shamans and sorcerers to be able to live their lives without having to sacrifice every single one of their own people — there aren’t a lot of sorcerers, and definitely not special grade ones. they’re truly a dying civilisation (i think) and once all sorcerers disappear, curses will roam the earth free to do whatever. most likely ending all of humanity.
geto felt abandoned by gojo. they used to be this amazing duo, “the strongest”, no one could defeat them. but the more they were separated the more they grew apart. the more geto was able to lose sight of why he started in the first place. gojo did become stronger and we eventually see geto refer to him as “the strongest”, excluding himself.
this is where i’m starting to divert from canon, so anything said after this will have to be taken with a grain of salt.
i cannot imagine how gojo felt after hearing the news about what geto had done. sure, there’s this manga panel that will destroy me every time i see it, but while gege did a beautiful job capturing all his pain i think it was even worse.
now i’m not about to psychoanalyse gojo and put all of my personal shit on his shoulders. just because /i/ personally mask sadness with humour doesn’t mean he does too. i think that when we’re first introduced to a 28 year old gojo he was able to put some of his feelings and guilt towards geto aside for the sake of moving on with his life and making the best of it. but that doesn’t immediately mean gojo has moved on completely. especially when we get to the shibuya arc. we can clearly see him in distress and, call me delusional, but i think whilst knowing that who he was facing was not geto, he was still hoping it was. because, in my interpretation, they did love each other. a lot.
i lost focus for now, might continue this rant later x
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one hell of a mandalorian {din djarin}
summary: actions speak louder than words - which is good for din djarin, because he's not very good at words. (this was a commission for an anon! i hope you enjoy).
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Din Djarin was a man of few words.
That had become clear not long after you'd met.
It wasn't that he didn't like talking, or that he was rude - he'd just never had the need for it. The Mandalorian could spend days and days in hyperspace, on his own with nothing but a frozen bounty to keep him company. And they were hardly chatty, even before they were thrown away into the trawling depths of carbonite animation. There were a few select geniuses who tried to make conversation with him in a last-ditch attempt to appeal to his humanity and beg for mercy, but so far, they'd had a zero-for-zero success rate. It wasn't that he didn't have any humanity to appeal to it - because he did, and his weird, green surrogate kid was an absolute testament to that - but it just took a little bit for it to come out.
The beskar made him seem a little...robotic. Like a droid, which was ironic, because he wouldn't have gone near the things with a ten-foot-barge pole. Din had just become so used to people seeing his mask and his intimidating posture before him that having human traits, like feelings and thoughts and opinions, had never been any use. Having defining traits and a personality was all well and good, but nothing helped you through the galaxy quite like the ability to put the fear of God in people.
The Mandalorian was something, but Din Djarin was somebody. He was good; not necessarily pure and golden-hearted like a typical comic book hero, but he had a strong moral compass. Sometimes, it pointed in opposite directions, but he helped those who needed it and he paid his dues. That was probably a lot more than anyone in the galaxy could have said for themselves. In the fight of good and bad, in a world that existed entirely and black and white, there was nothing more grey than an honest man. Somebody who refused to pick a side held the power of both. For that, Din could have either been extremely smart, or extremely dumb.
Sometimes, he was extremely dumb. Made the wrong moves in combat, or got too cocky, however out of character it was for him. It was the losing fights that truly brought out the human side of Din, and it took a very, very specific eye to see it, sometimes to the point where even he missed it. It never went over your head, though.
You'd joined the crew on the Razor Crest as a mechanic - then you became a baby sitter, and his partner-in-crime, and the closest thing he'd ever had to a friend. His non-verbal nature meant that most of his emotional cues came in the physical form. It went over the heads of everybody else, but between your intuition, and the time spent in such a cramped space, it quickly became like a second language to you. Helmet tilts when he was confused, and little nods when he was pleased; tensed shoulders when the Mandalorian was nervous and balled fists when he was about to absolutely lose his shit.
Today was one of those days. Even though you were both in one piece and the baby was - by some absolute fucking miracle - asleep, it almost hadn't been that way. Nevarro had been quieter than usual, and Din had let his guard down; finally convinced himself to relax a tiny bit and ever-so-slightly loosen the stick that was firmly up his backside. His sudden lack of awareness for your surroundings had meant that someone managed to track the Crest, however briefly. The kid had barely noticed, and you weren't phased by what had been a simple, human mistake. Din, true to nature, was already beating himself up for it.
That was evidenced by his heavy footsteps, and the way he'd immediately retreated to the cockpit and slammed the door. Common sense would have entailed that he wanted to be left alone, but you'd long surpassed the point of any of that. Common sense didn't exist in a galaxy like this one. Doing the obvious thing was, nine times out of ten, usually the wrong way. Expecting the unexpected was the right way to go.
You'd paced outside the door for the better part of fifteen minutes - to go in, or to not go in, that was the question. You were torn between wanting to give Din space and wanting to be there for him; a cranky Din was often an unbearable one, but you cared deeply for him. Maybe a little too much, but that was a can of worms to open later.
"Din?" You gently called. Nothing. "I know you're brooding, or whatever it is you do under that helmet, but talking is good."
"I'm fine."
You sighed. "The scale goes great, good, bad, awful, world-ending and then fine."
"I've never heard that before in my life."
"Yeah, I just made it up on the spot." You murmured.
Resting your hand against the doorknob, you pondered for a moment. Did you want to risk it by going in? Making him mad when he was literally shutting you out? It was hard to know what to do with Din - it wasn't like he came with an answer key, or even a vague manual that could point you in the right direction. It was all just guess work.
"Is the helmet on?" You softly asked.
"Yeah."
You took that as a sign - with a deep breath, you gently opened the door and stepped inside the cockpit, shutting it quietly behind you. The tense atmosphere inside was almost enough to swallow you whole. The man practically radiated angst.
"Talk to me." You took a seat beside him.
"There's nothing to say."
"Bullshit." You murmured. "You might have a thousand inches of beskar hiding your face but your body language is a dead giveaway."
"I'm meant to protect you and the kid." He replied. It wasn't much, but it was better than silence. "It's my job to catch bad people and outrun them when I need."
"You did outrun them." You reminded him. "I'm safe. You're safe. The kid is safe. Does anything else matter?"
"It shouldn't have happened in the first place." Din said. "I was relaxed-"
"- you allowed to relax." You cut him off. "Despite your best efforts, you're a human being."
Reaching out, you gently placed your hand over Din's ungloved palm. He didn't resist or try to brush you away. His hands were soft and callous in equal measures, which felt like a fitting metaphor for him on the whole. You tangled your fingers in his and held on tightly, perhaps in a sad attempt to remind him that you were there.
But Din knew you were there - he could feel it constantly, and he thought about it just as much. Every day of his life prior to you had been filled with rigidity and angst, then you'd come waltzing in and for the first time in years, he'd untensed his muscles and stopped looking over his shoulder. Learnt to take a breath and enjoy the simple things in life, like Grogu laughing or you accidentally tripping over a tree branch. You'd become so important to him that the prospect of losing you was too much for him to even fathom. He'd come close today - too close - and it had been an eye-opener. The irony was that telling you why he was so fucking scared was more frightening than the entire thing itself.
"Don't be so hard on yourself." The gentle pull of your voice lulled him back to reality. "Please?"
His grip on your hand tightened. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." You breathily smiled. "You don't have to apologise."
"I never thought I'd have someone like you." Din admitted. "Coming so close to losing you was terrifying, even if it wasn't that close at all."
He'd never been so open about his feeling towards you before. Obviously, you knew that he viewed you in a way he didn't see anybody else, but that knowledge had been based entirely on physical cues and mere guesswork. You'd never expected him to vocalise the way he felt, or even acknowledge them. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, or even something you considered to be detrimental. The words came as a nice surprise.
"You mean a lot to me, Din." You said. He'd always loved the way his name sounded when you said it; nobody had used it for years, not since he'd lost his parents. It was something to vulnerable and personal. You were the only one he trusted with it.
"I do?"
You didn't mean to laugh at that - you really didn't, but it just came out. A low snort of disbelief; shock at his absolute inability to read the fucking room. Din was as intuitive as they came, with the ability to read criminals like a bedtime story he'd been rehearsing since he was a kid. Then it came to you, and he knew nothing. Absolutely nothing. To call him clueless would be the understatement of the century.
"Maker." You murmured. "Of course you do - more than anyone or anything."
"You're special to me." Din replied. "It scares me sometimes."
Din was straight forward with everything he said - it was just finding the courage to say it. He'd gone into battle with Imps and Republic Rangers alike; fought krayt dragons and droids and fellow Mandalorians and yet this entire thing shook him to his very core more than anything else.
You didn't know it, but you were perfectly holding his gaze. Staring right through it and looking right into his soul. He forgot he had one sometimes. It was probably a little dusty and covered in cobwebs, but it was there, and you were bringing it right out of him and back to reality.
Din used his grip on your hands to pull you a little closer - a moment later, he gently pressed the cold metal of his helmet to his forehead. It was the closest you'd ever been to him, even if it wasn't that close at all. You could hear his soft breathing through the modulator, the sensation acting as a stunning reminder that there was a person underneath there. There were times when you forgot, or felt a little disconnected from the idea entirely. You'd never felt the need to see his face, though - you hadn't a clue what he might look like, but at the same time, you had an image of him in your head. It was as clear as day; as bright as the suns on Tatooine and as persevering as the kid's insistence that he receive all your attention, all the time.
You knew what the action was; a Keldabe kiss. The Mandalorian had recounted its meaning to you not long after you'd met - he'd finally let his barriers down and let you plague him with questions about his culture and the creed, and you'd stumbled on the subject. Initially, you'd been entertained by the fact that it two such vastly different meanings. On one hand, it could be a headbutt. A beskar punch to knock the daylights out of anyone who particularly annoyed you. On the other hand, it was almost a romantic gesture; a way that Mandalorians could show their affection to one another without having to remove their armour.
Din had the latter meaning in mind, but also so much more. He was giving you a piece of his culture - including you in the very thing that defined him as a person.
"It won't happen again." The Mandalorian gently said. "I'll never let you get hurt again. I promise."
"I know." You softly smiled. Your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the cool metal against your forehead. "For what it's worth, I have your back too."
He softly chuckled. "Thank you."
You gently pulled back, eyes meeting again (not that you could tell).
"Seriously!" You said. "I can be a bad-ass."
"You can be a lot of things." Din replied. "You're one hell of a girl."
"And you're one hell of a Mandalorian."
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I have brain rot for Wig again SO looking at that thingy you made of Wig's anatomy. If his torso is hollow is there like..empty space in there? What happens if someone punches him? If he has a heart attack, would it affect all five hearts or simply one? Would he drown/suffocate if his tail was completely submerged in water or wrapped up with something?
WHELL yeah im pretty sure his "humanoid" torso is mostly just hollow with just muscle and a nervous and circulatory system, it's honestly just a place for the portal to be at i think?? like there’s still a rib cage possible or something that resembles it OR since the ribcage is there simply to protect organs, since Wig doesn't have any there, it's just a smaller rib-like structure that only helps him to move and prevents the portal from collapsing on itself:
as in there's no sternum or cartilage that it connects to because the portals there, like if you punch or stab or shoot him in the chest its just goin in the portal!! there’s nothin there critical to protect so his ribs are kind of passive. Wig ofc doesn't have an exoskeleton since he got inside bones and his skin is just like a humans skin except when it gets closer to the tail so he doesn't crunch if he gets punched (as funny as that would be 😔) but it would probably feel like punching any old fool since his muscle would still be in his torso so it wouldn't feel much different.
I’m stiLL trying to figure out how he has an open circulatory system in his tail ( doesn't have blood vessels or arteries, just a cavity that delivers blood n nutrients) but then somehow transfers into a closed circulatory system when it gets to his humanoid part of the body??? maybe there’s a whole other system thing in his lower back that does that bUT that being said His 5 "hearts" aren't like individually formed hearts, rather just one dorsal vessel with defined chambers and valves that prevent the blood from backtracking so I think if something happens to “1 heart” its basically all of them so i would think he damaged the trachea that leads to his dorsal vessel that would be the closest he could get to a heart attack since bugs blood doesn’t transport oxygen nor do they have tubes that the blood goes through, therefore the idea of the heart being unable to receive oxygenated blood cells just simply wouldn’t happen ( but thats a whole other can of worms that boggles my brain abt how his tails blood is like different from the blood in his arms or legs??? sO UM shhh) bUT yeah i don’t think he can really have a heart attack.
and YEAH he would drown or suffocate if his tail gets covered or even like any kind of spray chemical can rlly fuck with him but i dont think having like clothes on his tail would hurt him too much, I’d imagine it would be like wearing a mask or face covering or somthn but if he gets like oil or something all on his tail he’s in Deep Trouble 🤔
#wig#also if u the one who sent the other ask abt his ass ill get to that eventually ill probs draw it out soon don worry 😭#oc facts
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