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merakiui · 3 months

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"You don't have to leave you know" with jade please? Love your writing

:D this is connected to tmdg. I couldn't resist writing another snippet with my favorite pair of fools: one who is lovesick and the other who is lovestruck. <3 (implied fem reader + pregnancy)

(fwb dialogues)

When Jade sets a bowl of porridge topped with bananas and blueberries in front of you, you eye him suspiciously.

"What's this?"

"Breakfast. Specifically the overnight oats we prepared yesterday."

You deadpan, peering at the smiling face he managed to arrange with the fruit. "I know that. But why?"

He turns away to continue cutting an apple into rabbit-shaped slices. "Isn't breakfast the most important meal out of the three? You can't start your day on an empty stomach."

It's the weekend; you don't particularly care. Strangely, when he places the plate in front of you, there isn't a portion for himself. Everything's fixed for one person. You've known Jade and his monstrous appetite long enough to suspect something's amiss. More importantly, this is the third time this week he's insisted on spending the night to prepare, what he calls, "safe make-ahead meals." Why he felt the need to call them safe is beyond you... Even more strange is the fact that all of these meals have looked flowery and cute. Almost like something you'd find in a themed café. Either he's having way too much fun, or there's some deeper, underlying meaning behind the adorable image.

"I'm not really a breakfast person."

He pouts at you. It isn't very effective. "You're missing the joys of a good meal in the morning."

"I'm missing good sleep. I'm not even that hungry." But even as you say that, your stomach produces a betraying rumble.

Jade's lips split in an easy grin. He almost looks like Floyd. "You were saying?"

"Shut up." With a weak scowl, you swipe the spoon from the table and scoop a bite for yourself.

He chuckles and rolls his sleeves down, buttons his jacket up, and heads for the hall. You blink, even more confused.

"Where're you going?"

"Octavinelle."

"What? But you... Jade, you haven't even eaten either. Kinda makes your point meaningless if you're gonna skip breakfast after you just told me not to."

He peeks around the corner. "What are you implying?"

You open your mouth to say, Just get back in here and eat, you asshole. But that's only part of the truth. He knows this, which is precisely why he's now refusing to move from his spot in the doorway until you've admitted it.

"Nothing. I'm just saying..."

"Yes?" he offers, smiling placidly.

Your patience has grown especially thin as of late. The smallest of things set you off. Just yesterday you started openly bawling when Jade arrived at your doorstep with a tin of cookies—cookies you'd begged him to get over text after the recommendation from Ace. You think you may be falling apart. Jade thinks you've never looked prettier.

Huffing your defeat, you avert your gaze. "Y-You don't have to leave, you know... Stay a little longer."

You expect him to tease you for it, to really lay it on so thick that you'll have no choice but to get up and drag him over to the table by the ear. But instead he's lowering into the chair beside you. You'd chased him out the past few times he attempted to overstay his welcome, which he'd accepted without complaint. Now he just looks happy to be here. You'll never understand him.

You scoop a spoonful of porridge and, grabbing his chin, force it at him. "And eat! You're not getting any taller."

His hand wraps around yours, smoothly guiding it to his mouth. An appreciative hum proves he's proud of the result after he's sampled it. You have to agree. It's delicious.

"And you're not getting any more beautiful."

You stare at him, embarrassment clawing up your spine. While these pleasantries aren't unusual, they still manage to catch you by surprise. Not because of the sweetness, but because he genuinely means every one.

"Actually, I take it back. I hope you starve."

Jade leans in to nudge you. "I'll learn to photosynthesize just for you and then that problem will never come to pass."

"How it only nine and you're already being an ass?"

"It's my specialty."

#twisted chit chat #meraki dialogues #your honor they're falling in love but they're both idiots T_T

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punkpandapatrixk · 1 year

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🕷Awakening Your Femme Fatale — Timeless Pick A Card

Why would you allow undeserving asses to look down on you when you are a literal Goddess? Every woman has that Lilith sleeping deep inside; just waiting for the right temperature to unleash her HOT GIRL POISON🕷

SONG for all piles: Forgive Me by BoA

MOVIE for all piles: Death Becomes Her (1992)

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Reading guide 1: My readings are always unisex, but Lilith in astrology is a definitively fatalistic Female archetype. If you identify as operating more on the Feminine energy, this PAC could be about what's hidden or awakening inside of YOU~💄Or, if you resonate with being attracted to the Feminine energy, this reading might shed a light on the type of ‘dangerous woman’ you tend to recklessly fall for… or secretly fantasise about🙃

Reading guide 2: Some of you may be wondering why Death Becomes Her is a movie vibe for this PAC, due to the fact that our main characters do not end well at all😜It is a cautionary tale of when Lilith goes berserk beyond control. When Lilith has no self-control, her sense of rivalry towards women and disappointment in men cause her to become a reckless danger to herself as much as she is a menace to everyone else. With great power comes great responsibility. The characters in that movie were not responsible the slightest bit except that man (Bruce Willis kyah!) who eventually came to his senses🤷🏻‍♀️Remember, not all men are as idiotic as they appear to be🤭

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Pile 1 – Amorous Manipulator

VIBE: Kimi ni Muchuu (crazy about you) by Utada Hikaru

your hidden poison – 8 of Cups

Are you aware of the fact that people tend to run to you for comfort? Something about you draws people in; you seem trustworthy, protective, reliable and strong, and they feel cared for in your embrace. They feel understood. You provide a sense of camaraderie. Little do they know, you really don’t care that much. You’re just nice, kinda. You like to chit chat every now and then. But you’re usually crunching numbers in your head—thinking how best to use these people for later purposes.

You’re cool, detached, and calculating about your every single move. You never really show people what’s going on in your private life. People can’t figure you out as you seem flighty… more like, elusive. You’re like a bird or fish ready to escape anytime the temperatures around you get burdensome. Deep down, you feel like you’re the one who wants to run away from these clingy admirers. ‘I don’t understand why they keep following me!’

Thing is… you’re kinda hard not to notice, you know. No matter what type of beauty you are—and you might as well be cute as a rabbit—there’s an animal magnetism about you. People want to please you and gain your validation. In essence, you have the natural ability to attract a lot of simps! How you deal with that, entirely relies on your wit.

your potion of seduction – Ace of Pentacles Rx

Sometimes you feel suffocated about the way people view you. But everyone behaves irrationally nervously because you’re too blindingly hot for the average person. You break down people’s sensibility, rationality, and wit. You leave those you’ve kissed witless for days, weeks even. Because of your nonchalant hotness, some people fantasise about keeping you to themselves in the dark. People… fantasise about you a lot. Like, a lot. All kinds of things they would be embarrassed to let anybody know—unless they’re sinfully shameless—which tends to only increase their nervousness when they see you again.

Due to the degree of people’s endless fascination with you, you may not be inclined to entertain just about anybody. But sometimes, you see a few intriguing fools amongst your admirers and think to yourself, ‘Ugh, I need entertainment. Let me amuse myself with these fuckers and see what happens.’ The results are often devastatingly hilarious. Those who chase you end up looking pathetic in your eye.

Those of you who are more empathetic sometimes feel a bit sorry that people crave your attention—your company—that much when they should know better not to expect anything remotely sincere from you. But those of you who don’t remotely care, gosh dang, it’s all just a silly game of winners and losers. And you, will never end up the loser in this game of manipulation.

Realise to RELEASE! – Queen of Wands Rx

There’s something almost evil in the way you perceive a sense of rivalry with those whom you perceive as being on the same level of hotness as you. It pisses you off when your puppets are looking at someone else and praising them for whatever low-quality beauty/charm/behaviour you find distasteful to yourself. But hold on, I’m not saying you’re entirely the bad bitch for feeling this way every now and then, because… The truth is, some fucks really be doing you dirty by praising others in the presence of you!

There are those who feel dreadfully intimidated by your unmatched beauty and charisma that they—ever so stupidly sneakily—try to bring you down by elevating others in such a manner. Hoping they’d be able to witness your feeling uncomfortable because that would bring them the greatest sense of reclaiming their power from the grip of your hypnotising sensuality. Honey, you don’t even have to be the prettiest gal in your country, people still perceive your beauty as unmatchable because of your inimitable attitude!

Eh, if you’re totally in control of yourself, you don’t compete. You know there is no competition. How can there be? There can be only one you and nobody can emulate what you do. Like for real for realzz nobody can. Have you noticed that not even those close to you have any idea how to imitate your behaviours? You’re some kind of unreal hotness that’s on a whole of another level.

Lilith’s Revenge🔻💙

Scorpio’s secret transformation – Silver Magus (Merlin)

Pluto’s command for control – Priestess of Protection

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Pile 2 – Dangerous Temptress

VIBE: Run Devil Run by Girls’ Generation

your hidden poison – 4 of Pentacles Rx

At some point in life, an ass you would’ve trusted with your safety left you for dead when you needed shelter/protection/assistance the most. This kind of scenario might’ve been a recurrent pattern in your life. Constant abandonment and betrayals that have caused you to believe you’re very unlovable. People’s sharp knives of rejection made you realise you’ve never been anybody’s most important person. You’re never anybody’s top priority. That realisation hurt you so much but also gave birth to your almost dangerous courage now to face any kinds of hardships.

In this world, there is no challenge scary enough to stop you from getting what you want. You’ve survived the scariest chapters of your Life—you’ve dealt with periods of lack, cold and nothingness that would’ve killed most people; what could faze you now? You’re a motherfucker daredevil and people know that. People can see your nonchalant courage and they’re frightened as fuck. You notice nervousness in their eyes all the time. You know they think you’re reckless, but they don’t know your story. And you don’t care, obvi.

You’re fiercely independent. Through abandonment and neglect you’ve learnt to refine your manifestation skills. Now, there’s nothing you can’t have through your own efforts. You don’t need anybody and never will you need to rely on another only for them to let you down. You’ve got all your own bases covered and there’s still more to be hedonistic about. You’re royal, almost scary to the people who are way below you. They may worry that you’re being irresponsible with your resources. But you don’t care; you’re nonchalant AF. Easy come easy go, baby~ There’s always more to make.

your potion of seduction – Page of Cups Rx

Clearly, you’re a hard worker on top of being extremely intelligent. That’s how you managed to bring yourself to such safety after everything that’s happened in the past. There was simply so much lack and restriction it was literally embarrassing what the world had delivered to your doorstep. But now, the fact that so many pretty and expensive things come easily to you intimidates people and they might secretly feel envious of you. They will never say it out loud though, since they want to be on your good side—because they know they could benefit from your royal attitude when it comes to your spending.

Something about you spells CrAzY to a lot of people. Even the dullest dumbest ass can intuitively sense that you’re a daredevil for whom there’s quite literally nothing you’re too afraid to do/attempt. And you exude this dodgy aura that announces to everybody you’re not the bitch to mess with. Unless they wanna risk getting burnt by you. Your feelings run deep but you don’t let your emotions get in the way of your achieving your goals. To others, it almost looks like you’re a heartless temptress no man could hurt.

Your secret though, is that you treat practically everything in life as a Game. Whether you’re having fun, working hard, or dealing with tough situations; it’s all a Game you do not intend to lose. But all games require a loser, and you don’t even care if sometimes you lose a game or two; it doesn’t bother you. It’s all play and the world never runs out of Games anyway. There’s always the next thing to entertain yourself with. This do or die attitude of yours captivates everyone as much as they’re terrified of your fiery but cold intellect.

Realise to RELEASE! – 6 of Wands

A lot of people watch you and they form opinions around your public conducts. You know you command attention—both the bad and the good. Does it bother you though? Well… sometimes. When you’re not on your best day and you have a lot of sad thoughts, you get irritated, a little, that people only see the bad in your conducts. You want to burn every single one of them to ashes and never deal with people anymore. But you are so singular in your beingness, what can you do about it?

People talk about you because they know if they were to talk about themselves nobody would be interested. You’re the most interesting creature most people have ever known! Whatever you do, you’re on top of your game. And you always allow yourself to come first. To you, you’re your most favouritest person ever. Yeah, that’s a mouthful but say that again🤪You are your toppest top priority, and this is a hard skill to get because most people have never learnt how to survive on their own the way you have.

You’ve been to low places others wouldn’t survive in; they can’t understand why you are the way that you are. Who cares though. Live and let live. You’ve got your own abundance to take care of now.

Lilith’s Revenge🔻❤️

Scorpio’s secret transformation – Red Geographer (Marco Polo)

Pluto’s command for control – Priestess of Innocence

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Pile 3 – Glamorous Destroyer

VIBE: Monster by Red Velvet - IRENE & SEULGI

your hidden poison – 5 of Cups Rx

Are you some kind of god? Well yeah, you ARE a Goddess! I sense you’re so otherworldly in that you’re not typically one who dwells on the past or even regrets that much, if at all. The world is so vast and it keeps spinning, there’s always a new day for a positive mind for braving new territories. You’re already a master at spiritual/emotional healing, but maybe… it’s also because you’re not so feeling.

You’re a realist, to say the least. You look at the world glass half full and everything that’s run its course, you let go without a care. You move right on to the next entertaining endeavour. In fact, you devour all of life’s little and big pleasures. You’re jet set; you don’t even plan that carefully. Details in plans bore you, you would rather do the deed first, then see what the experience gets you. If it falls short, you leave on the spot to find the next interesting thing… or person. You leave people high and dry. You don’t even give a fuck how that makes them feel. You have other people lining up for you to fuck over.

You are the epitome of a cruel femme fatale. You’re this uniquely powerful individual who has like the strongest mentality ever. I’m sensing, either you’re a very young person who has the most advanced Soul wisdom/perspective ever, or you’re very advanced in Life (age wise) and have learnt a lot of lessons that have made you the indestructible Goddess that you are today.

your potion of seduction – Knight of Pentacles Rx

You are unpredictable to a lot of people. Like, they can’t really figure out what your next step would be. One minute they’re certain you’re this typa person who’d choose this typa action, only for you to choose that typa shit no one would’ve guessed you’re that type to do that. There’s always an element of surprise to you. Some love it, some hate it. You attract an equal balance of curious followers and cowards who want to quickly run away from your hot mess.

Those who can’t see through your web of exaggerated narratives are deep in your clutches, they can’t escape your poison—they want your poison—until you decide you’re bored with them and toss them aside without having given them the high they thought they’d get. A few who do get the high…you’ve kinda ruined them in that now you live in their minds forever. And you’re a bad dream for those poor souls.

Now they can’t stop thinking about you but no longer can they ever have access to you. You’ve taken them to that guilt trip and it lives with them for the rest of their lives. Not only in your story, but in their story, too, they’re the villains who have disappointed or hurt you and caused you to toss them away👏🏻

Realise to RELEASE! – Queen of Pentacles

You’re actually super capable of taking care of yourself. But something about the way you look or speak or tell a story is very unassuming. Maybe you’re tiny and cute; maybe you wear dainty accessories or adorn yourself with bunny or turtle plushies. Giving others the impression of a harmless fawn who’s in constant need of cuddles and support. Your admirers flock to help and serve you. They want to be strong and useful for you. They want to appear big in front of you. Help you get out of trouble’s way when YOU are the trouble.

People are usually slow to realise—if ever—that you’re a glamorous destroyer of people’s sanity. People easily melt at your soft, or high pitched, voice. Something about the way you express yourself is hypnotising and magnetic. People can’t get enough of you nor can they feel like they’ve proven themselves enough to you. People want your approval because you’re so beautiful and talented in a way they think they can never become.

People see that you are deep and knowledgeable. Flailing here and there, they find you mesmerising with the skillsets that you possess but lacking in places they think they can fill in. It’s like, they’re thinking to themselves, ‘She’s a 10, but…’ Those ‘buts’ are but lovely to them. And they’d be blind not to see how little fuck you give about any of their opinions.

Lilith’s Revenge🔻💛

Scorpio’s secret transformation – Gold Geographer (John Dee)

Pluto’s command for control – Priestess of Healing

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bonefall · 1 year

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do you have anything extra planned for Sorreltail? I’m rereading TNP and I like the chapters with her and Leafpaw the most.. they’re so cute. Also lmao @ Leafpaw calling Mothwing beautiful in every chapter

[ID: BB!Sorreltail. She's a big, spiky, fluffy white cat with chocolate brown accents and peanut-butter cream patches. Her eyes are bright yellow.]

just a little, a smidge really. I'm very normal about BB!Sorreltail.

Sorreltail is head of the Kitchen Patrol, she developed a love of it because no one would cook her grasshoppers.

Grasshoppers are her FAVORITE food, she loves chasing them, she loves their crunch, loves their funny long rabbit legs.

Not forgetting her lifelong friendship with Squilf and Leafpool, ABSOLUTELY not. Gal Pals <3

She gets along with most cats, unless they try to eat raw meat in camp, in which case she pummels a lecture about tapeworms into their head.

Sorreltail has epilepsy from her childhood nightshade poisoning! It gave her neurological damage; it expresses as absence seizures.

An absence seizure isn't convulsive like the 'classic' clonic-tonic; she suddenly 'spaces out', eyes rolling up, losing control of her body for a brief period of time. Usually about 5 seconds.

She is not conscious during a seizure, and it will interrupt her train of thought in the moment. She's able to go right back to whatever she was doing, but needs to be reminded of what she was talking about if she was mid-sentence.

She often has multiple, brief seizures in a day.

Some days are rough and she can have several dozen. Other days see none at all.

She had a seizure on the Thunderpath and was grazed by a car. Her assessment was delayed as a result.

Rainwhisker and Sootfur went ahead and got their names without her "LIKE A BUNCH OF JERKS"

Her treatment plan is valerian supplements; she likes this treatment because it helps prevent her from getting drowsy.

Valerian acts like catmint, making her giddy and more hyper. She really appreciates the stimulant because she's an active, outgoing gal.

She looks a LOT like her papa Whitestorm, her siblings look more like Willowpelt. (Graystripe, Darkstripe, Cricketclaw, and Featherkit are Dappletail's kids now; they have no relation to Willowpelt.)

The spiky fur and face mask are actually passed down from Thistleclaw himself, the wolf-tail is a Bluestar family trait from Snowfur.

The coloring was initially based on a grasshopper but then I realized it also kinda looks like ice cream.

ThunderClan cats tend to be large and fluffy, Sorreltail is a good example of it.

She's going to live a LOT longer, in fact, she's alive up to the current arc! However, she sadly lost her mate Brackenfur in Po3. She misses him every day. They had four kittens in one litter; Cinderheart, Honeyfern, Poppyfrost, and Molepaw.

Because Sorreltail is staying alive, Sorrelstripe is named Duststripe after Dustpelt instead. Lilypaw and Seedpaw are his and Ferncloud's. Ferncloud is also surviving.

#BB!Sorreltail #Better Bones AU #Kitchen Patrol #She's the best I love her so much

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salazarsrighthand · 7 months

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Alright so I'm on the train to college now and I've had some time to sit with my thoughts on Shadows of Rose. Here are some thoughts. Spoilers ahead, obviously.

- the twist that "Michael" is Ethan was so obvious that I don't know if it's even worth calling it a twist

- "Do you... resent him?" Hit me like a knife in the heart

- me: [exploring Ethan's house and crying like a bitch]

- Eveline:

- the Masked Duke calling the clones of Rose "Rabbits" was very interesting to me because-

- the story starts with Rose falling into a dream world, chasing a "Rabbit" and has an extended section where she's shrunk to the size of a doll. Big Alice in Wonderland vibes but not enough for me to be sure it was intentional.

- the puzzles in Castle Dimitrescu felt very PS1 era RE, complete with themed keys and painting puzzles.

- the lack of a merchant or enemy loot drops is also very classic RE. I get the impression that it was intentionally a return to the old format.

- Mia is mentioned maybe twice throughout the DLC and I don't think it's ever by name. Kinda weird, Rose even says she hasn't seen her mom in ages. What's with that? They didn't really explain it.

- Eveline continues to be an extremely tragic character. She just wants a family!! She just wants to be loved!!

- House Beneviento once again provides some of the best content in the entire game. When the creepy Mia mannequin started chasing me I was like "lmao okay I can walk backwards cool" then there were TWO. Then more!! And you're in these tight corridors, not knowing if one's gonna be behind you but you can't turn around in case you lose sight of the ones chasing you. Then you're shrunk and there's the hide and seek, which honestly feels like an infinitely more exciting version of the Scarecrow stuff in Batman: Arkham Asylum.

- Rose's character was interesting, we get to see her being ashamed of who she is because of her... unique circumstances and the bullying she received as a result. Unfortunately it's largely a very generic story about self acceptance and like... yeah obviously she's not going to give up her powers by the end. I'm familiar with this kind of story and know how it's gonna go. Honestly her relationship with Ethan and her rapport with him as "Michael" is the best part of her character, which is a shame. I would've liked to get a better sense of who she is outside of that aspect.

- some people think that the ending implies that Ethan was secretly still alive in the end, since he's walking on the road beside the car. Personally, I think that undercuts the story and doesn't work. I do believe that he's still somewhere in the megamycete network, watching over Rose the same way he had been for the past 16 years.

Overall, final thoughts, I had a lot of fun with the DLC. I really like Rose's character but I'm not keen on the franchise having a massive time skip so I think I'm okay with leaving her where she is at the end of the game. Her arc has a satisfying conclusion to me. She's made peace with herself, accepted her powers, reconnected with her father and got the chance to say goodbye to him. It's not a great self contained story, not a full fledged campaign like Separate Ways was for RE4, but it's an effective epilogue that lets the Winters Saga end on a much more optimistic note.

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #re8 #resident evil village #ethan winters #shadows of rose #rose winters #rosemary winters #biohazard #gaming #games

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septnautical · 2 months

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Hybrid Creation Logs

SH-003

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Notes from observation of stalker human hybrid SH-003 from Dr. Kendra Danan: 10-21-2228 SH-003 is showing signs of very high intelligence and is already picking up language despite his mental age. The other hybrids did not show this much absorption of knowledge at the same stage. However, he seems to have attached himself to Dr. Peter von Schneeplestein, a visitor from the Teuton Alteran branch, who still have ties to their ancient German roots- keeping that fascinating culture alive, much like the Mongolians from Torgal. Which means- SH-003 has caught a slight jumbled accent and has found a preference for using German sayings. Much like how SE-002 has a slight Irish accent thanks to constant interaction with Dr. Xander. A strange phenomenon to be sure but… fascinating. And adorable… Oh and he’s quite popular with the other scientists. Mostly because a mutation caused his body to be more white and his underbelly to be more aqua. Peter squealed to everyone that he looked like he was wearing a white coat like us- and now I can’t un-see it! Also, it’s evident that SH-003 had some sight issues. He seems to be near-sighted and accommodations have been made- including specially goggles for him to wear. You’d think being genetically modified would rectify such an ailment but it must be passed down from Mcloughlin’s genes. I think he’s nearing the age where we first introduced SE-002 to RR-001. And the results of their integration have been wildly successful. Both boys are more lively than ever before. I am worried about introducing a predator to two pacifists but… SH-003 seems to be on the gentler side as well. Really, he only showed true signs of predator-like aggression during his first two weeks and when he feels threatened. Perhaps, they will all get along? However, his near twin subject SD-004 is a different story entirely…

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“CHASEEEE!!”

The rabbit Ray merman was awoken by Jack practically bouncing on where his stomach met his tail. He groaned and try to hide his face under one of his wings. “What? Can’t I sleep in a little longer?” Chase yawned.

“Not today!” Jack protested, slapping his hands down on Chase’s side. “The white suits said we’re meeting the new hybrid today!! So you gotta get up!! C’mon!!”

Chase groaned again and flopped over to hide his face in the sand. “5 more minutes…”

“Chaseee!!” Jack whined, flopping onto the older hybrid’s back. He curls some of his tails around Chase’s tail and mumbles, “Aren’t you excited to meet a new brother?”

“Course I am,” Chase muttered back, cheek pressed into the sand. “I just wanna be more awake when we meet him is all-“

“You’ll sleep most of the morning if I don’t wake you!” Jack protests.

Chase chuckles, “s’not my fault the sand is warm and cozy…” He then flips over quickly and grabs Jack, pinning him in a hug against his stomach. “C’mon…! Don’t you wanna cuddle a bit longer with your big bro, Jack?”

Jack screeches and squirmed in Chase’s hold, “Nooo! You’re squishing me! Chaseee!!”

They both suddenly freeze as they hear the sound of a hatch opening and something new entering the water. A cautious voice calls out, “um… h-hallo?”

Jack squeals in delight and hits multiple of his tails in Chase’s face, making the older boy cry out and rub at it as the younger brother speeds through the water towards the voice.

In the open water is a tiny merman with a white and aqua tail. He has light green hair like sea moss and purple stripes along his tail and even on his arms. His tail fin is big and wide and he has several large dorsal fins running up his back. And, he has goggles on, which surround the same blue eyes Chase and Jack had. Those eyes look out shyly as he holds his arms tight to his middle.

Jack gasps in delight at seeing the new hybrid. “Oh my stars…! A stalker!! You’re so tiny!!”

The new hybrid startles at the new voice and looks at Jack with wide eyes. “Oh uh- h-hallo and uh… t-thank you, I suppose…?”

Chase soon swims up beside Jack and laughs. “He’s about the size you were when you first got here, Jack!”

“Aw really? I guess I must be growing a lot!” Jack giggles. Chase ruffles his hair then smiles at the new hybrid. “Hi there. I’m Chase and this is Jack- what are you called?”

The stalker hybrid nervously messes with his fingers. “Oh uh… mein name is SH-3…”

“Why do you talk like that?” Jack suddenly pipes up, tilting his head at SH.

SH’s mood shifts quickly as he scowls and flicks his tail in agitation, “why do you talk like that?” He counters with a huff.

Chase holds up his hands with a nervous laugh, “J-Jack didn’t mean anything by it! We just… haven’t heard anyone talk like you much… maybe some of the other doctors… but not much.”

“We gotta give you a name that matches!” Jack says excitedly.

“W-What do you mean?” SH stammers, “I already have a name! It is-“

“No no! That one doesn’t count!” Jack emphasizes, “You need a name like the white suits! Something that doesn’t make us sound like- like an es… esperimint-“

“Experiment, Jack…” Chase provides gently. Jack nods eagerly, “yeah that! We’re more than just that- we should get names that are more than just letters and numbers!!”

SH seems to contemplate this before he slowly nods. “Mmm… o-okay… I… I think I would like that…”

“Great!” Jack says excitedly, his tails twirling to show it. Then he hums and looks at SH with a critical eye. The tiny merman squirms a bit under the gaze. Finally, Jack pipes up with, “I’m getting a couple names from you! Guess it’s other white suits you know- like… Fitz! Orrr Nikolai? Or hm… Henrik?”

Chase perks up at this and smiles, “He seems like a Henrik, not gonna lie.”

SH’s eyes roll and he scoffs, crossing his arms. “Please… those are all ridiculous names! If you’re gonna use the scientists' names you might as well call me… H-Henrik von Schneeplestein or something!” He grumbles, thinking of Dr. Peter. Though, he had to admit… thinking of sharing a name with him almost made SH feel… warm?

Jack and Chase exchange looks before the two of them grin at SH. “We could call you Schneep!” Jack says mischievously. Chase giggles and nods, “Yeah I like that!”

SH quickly flushes and looks away with raised shoulders, “…please just… stick with Henrik… I suppose I… like that.”

“Aww but Schneep is fun to say!” Jack giggles and starts to float around the stalker mer, “Schneep! Schneep! Schneep! Schneeep!!”

Chase laughs and pulls Jack back after a bit, “Alright, little bro- give him some space!”

Henrik seems to perk up at this, “…bro? What does this mean?”

The rabbit Ray blinks, “Oh! Short for brother! Cuz… that’s what we all are, you know?”

Henrik’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, “…we are? I thought brothers were ah… human. Human family members.”

Jack snorts and then goes to grab Henrik’s hands in his. “We are brothers though! Cuz- cuz Xander says we all have the same human DNS-“

“DNA, Jack-“ Chase snickers.

“Oh yeah! DNA! And he says that makes us related! Even if our fish parts are different!” Jack beams. “So now! You’re our new little brother, Henrik!”

The stalker merman’s eyes seem to sparkle as he slowly goes to grip Jack’s hands back. He smiles, “O…okay… brothers. Yes I… I think I would like that…”

Jack and Chase beam and then bring Schneep in for a hug. Henrik stiffens a bit but soon finds himself laughing and enjoying the contact. They were so warm.

Jack soon grabs Henrik and leads them all off to go play. Henrik seems to have trouble keeping up with their energy- since he liked to spend a lot of his time in his own tank watching the education videos the white suits gave him. But, he tries his best.

Soon enough, the lights dim and the boys all start to head towards their sleeping area. Henrik is being led by Jack but seems… nervous. He always felt strange at night. More… angry. But he didn’t know why.

Chase flops into the little nest Jack and him have made- filled with soft kelp, writhing weeds, violet beaus red wort and spotted dock leaves. All hidden amongst the tall creepvines that surrounded the edge of the tank. There’s a small indent in the sand that is clearly made from how Chase curls up in his spot, yawning loudly. Jack laughs and then rushes at Chase and flops onto his side. Chase seems to anticipate this though as he opens up his arm without opening his eyes as Jack eagerly curls around under Chase’s wing. The older merman squints open an eye, looking at how Jack’s tails hardly fit anymore and chuckles. “You’re almost too big to keep hiding under there, Jackaboy-“

Jack sticks his tongue out at Chase and scoots back so his head is lifting up the edge of his wing like a floppy hat. “Too bad! Your wing is too comfy! I’m never leaving!” Chase just laughs and shakes his head.

Henrik hovers anxiously at the edge of the space, unsure if he should join or not. His nerves feel like they’re on fire.

Lost in his train of thought, he doesn’t notice Jack lashing out a hand to grab his fin and try to pull him in until he feels the tug. “C’mon Schneep! Join the pile!”

“Do not touch me!” Henrik suddenly hisses, his teeth looking sharper and his pupils turning more slitted. Jack gasps and shudders under Chase’s fin, looking scared. “Ah I… I’m sorry! I…”

Henrik’s face falls and he scoots back, all aggression fading. He looks equally as scared as he stammers, “I-I… I will go s-sleep somewhere else… g-goodnight!” And then, in a flurry of bubbles, he spurs quickly away from the other two to the other side of the tank.

Chase lifts up his head and looks concerned. He quickly turns over to hug Jack to his chest and wrap him up in his wings.

“I… I didn’t mean to make him mad I…” Jack sniffles. Chase gently shushes him. “It’s okay, Jack… this is all probably a lot for him…”

Jack rubs at his eyes and looks over to where Henrik swam off. “…I don’t think he meant it either… he looked scared.”

“He’s probably not used to being around other people… you were a lot for me to get used to when you first got here.” Chase tries to laugh. Jack rests his head on Chase’s chest and hums, thinking. “… maybe he just… misses his old tank? But… isn’t that lonely?”

“Maybe… sometimes people like being alone. I don’t get it but… maybe Henrik is like that.” Chase answers quietly.

Suddenly, there’s a quiet knock on the glass next to the boys and they both startle up. There’s a man at the window, one they don’t recognize, with goggles like Henrik’s and brighter brown-blond curly hair. He smiles at the boys and then points to the hatch nearby. Chase narrows his eyes but then scoops up Jack to go over to the hatch. The scientist opens it up and hangs in the open air part, fidgeting nervously, “Ah I am- sorry to intrude. I hope I did not wake you two…”

“You talk just like Henrik!” Jack gasps in delight. The doctor blinks and then laughs with a soft, kind expression. “Oh? Did you give a name to SH then? Ha… that is very fitting.. I do not know why I did not think of it…”

“The letter names are icky- we don’t like them,” Jack said plainly. The doctor laughs, “I can agree with that. Perhaps I can learn all of yours in time… You all can call me Peter though… Dr. Peter. I ah- watch over SH- …Henrik.”

“We don’t gotta wait till later! I’m Jack and this is Chase!” Jack said brightly, patting Chase on the chest. Chase smiles shyly. “Hi… Dr. Peter. nice to meet you.”

Dr. Peter smiles warmly, “it is a pleasure… those names all suit you wonderfully…”

“What do you want? Did you need to see Schneep?” Jack asks plainly.

Peter’s eyes widen, “…Schneep?”

“Oh- that’s the other name I wanna call him. He said a long name from another doctor like… schneeple-eplestein… I like how Schneep sounded though so I wanna call him that too! He tries to act like he doesn’t like it but I can tell he does.” Jack answers.

The white suit looks surprisingly touched and smiles even more warmly at the boys. “I see… well… I did come because of S-Schneep, yes.” He pulls something out from his pocket and places it in the water part of the hatch. It’s a well worn piece of scrap metal, with various teeth marks and scratches on its surface. “…He can get very bitey and snippy at night… but I know having this helps him calm down enough to sleep. I was worried he would be missing it…”

Chase and Jack’s eyes widen as they look at the scrap then back up at Peter. Chase smiles and gives the doctor a meaningful look. “…you really care about him, huh?”

Peter’s face flushes and he adjusts his glasses. “I mean… I… I suppose I do but… how could I not? You all are… human too. More human than fish- you are just… children. You all need that care, ja?” He laughs.

Jack giggles and quickly goes to grab the scrap. “We’ll give it to Henrik right away! Thank you, Dr. Peter. Come visit him a lot, okay?” As he says this- he feels a tight tug in his chest. When was the last time he really got to see Xander…?

Peter chuckles and nods. “I will… and I will uh- be seeing you boys around then? Ah… be sleeping tight, okay?” He says a bit awkwardly before closing the hatch. He stiffly waves to the boys before hurrying out.

“…I like him!” Jack grins. Chase laughs and adjusts Jack in his arms. “yeah- I like him too. It’ll be nice to have a new face around.”

“Yeah like- Dr. Goodall is nice and all but… he’s funny. And I really think he cares.”

“Hey! Dr. Goodall cares…” Chase tries to protest.

“Yeah but… he feels different. Dunno why…” Jack says with a shrug. Then he squirms out of Chase’s grip and swims up, holding the scrap. “I’m gonna go find Schneep! Be right back!”

Then, he rockets off before Chase can protest or try to follow. He would but… Jack was better at finding things then he was. And he’s so sleepy. He yawns and slowly floats back down into their nest.

Jack swims around to look for Henrik- finally hearing or… feeling him inside another collection of creepvines on the opposite side of the tank. He pushes aside the leaves and shouts out excitedly, “Henrik! Look wh-!”

He then pauses as he sees and smells blood in the water. Jack gasps as he looks down to see Henrik curled up into a ball, digging sharp looking claws into his arms and drawing out orange blood.

“H-Hey! Henrik, stop that!” Jack shouts as he spurs down and tries to pull Henrik’s hands away from his arms. Henrik growls and lashes out, striking claws across Jack’s cheek. “I said do not touch me!” Henrik screeches, then balks as he sees the orange curling off of Jack’s cheek into the water. Jack touches the cuts thoughtfully and looks at his hand. “…that hurt… huh- haven’t really gotten hurt before…”

“I-I-! I am so sorry I…!” Henrik stammers, tears in his eyes as his little body shakes. He hugs his arms close to his chest. “I-I did not mean to… I- y-you scared me and…!”

Jack quickly swims down and holds out his hands. “Hey hey it’s okay! I can tell you didn’t want to… your head is all jumbled up right now…”

Henrik stares at Jack with wide eyes. “I… y-yes I… how did you know…?”

Jack shrugs, “I hear lots of things from people without really knowing why or how. Maybe it’s something I’ll understand when I’m older. Point is though, I can tell you don’t wanna hurt people.”

Henrik slowly nods and curls up more. “…I do not want to… but at night I just… f-feel so angry and I… I do not know why…!”

“Well… if it helps… Dr. Peter came by to give you something…” Jack says gently, going to pass the scrap over to Henrik. The stalker’s eyes light up and he quickly takes the scrap and goes to hold it tightly, claws digging in and tail wrapped around it protectively. Jack laughs, “you really like that thing, huh?”

The tinier merman looks away, cheeks flushing slightly. “…I do not hurt my doctors if I have this at night… and it… it makes me feel safe…”

“That’s good!” Jack says brightly. “We don’t want our new brother to sleep all alone though! Come on- you can hold that and sleep on your own but at least stay by the nest, okay?”

Jack offers his hand to Henrik and the stalker mer stares at it for a second before he slowly goes to take it, letting Jack pull him back up in the water. “I… I’m… o-okay…”

The two of them swim back to the nest where Chase is peacefully dozing. He blinks open his eyes and smiles dazedly at them, “Hey guys-“ then quickly sits up, his eyes going wide. “Stars-! Is that blood?!”

“Oh yeah but uh- we’re okay!” Jack tries to say calmly as Henrik huddles behind him, his tail trembling a bit.

Chase swims up and brings them over to sit down on the sand then surges up to grab a couple creepvines leaves. He hurries down and hands one to Jack. “Press that against your cheek.” He says gently.

Jack blinks and does so.

Then, Chase goes to take Henrik’s arm but the little merman flinches back and looks scared. Chase smiles softly. “It’s okay… I won’t hurt you.”

“I… I am afraid of hurting you-“ Henrik whispers.

Chase laughs and shakes his head. “If you do it’s okay… this is kinda scary. But us brothers gotta stick together, right?”

Henrik’s eyes widen and then he smiles a bit. He shyly offers his arm to Chase. “..r-right…” Chase beams and takes his arm, going to wrap up the puncture wounds with the leaves and tying them off.

“Where did ya learn to do this, Chase?” Jack asks.

“Oh- an informational video about how to survive on the planet from someone who lived here a long time ago.” Chase says casually. “Dr. Goodall says one day we might get to actually go out into the ocean so… figured it’s good to know.”

Henrik’s eyes sparkle. “oh… I would like to watch that! I… I want to learn to help too! Not.. not to hurt…”

Chase smiles and ruffles Henrik’s hair. “Sure! I’ll see if we can watch it in the morning! For now though? I’m bushed!” He floats back over to the nest and flops into it, sighing contently.

Jack checks to make sure his cheek isn’t bleeding anymore then speeds back over and bounces on Chase’s stomach beside settling into place. Chase oofs and glares a bit at Jack before snorting and rolling over. Jack giggles.

Henrik hesitates, holding his scrap close to his chest. Then, he slowly floats over and then inches his tail to slowly bump up against Chase’s and curl against him. Oh… that contact feels… really nice actually. Henrik seems to get very comfortable very fast, his eyes struggling to stay open. Jack is already breathing softly curled up against Chase’s side, clutching into his wing.

Chase watches with a smile. “Night, lil bros.”

#huffle tales #hybrid creation logs #creation story #septnautical main story #henrik von schneeplestein #stalker schneep #sea emperor jack #rabbit ray chase #dr. kendra danan #dr. peter von schneeplestein #dr. peter i love you i wasnt supposed to but now i love you aghbka #this was such a sweet chapter to write :)

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chrisgates · 4 months

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A Dangerous Game of Tag

PARTIES: @chrisgates & @magmahearts TIMING: August's Blue Moon SUMMARY: Cass's Magma meets Chris' werewolf. A chase ensues! WARNINGS: None!

The beast had no true sentient thoughts of its own, only what its host provided and what its host provided was decades of torment. And fear. A fear that turned into anger and an overwhelming need to protect itself — with devastating results.

The host was overwhelmed to put it mildly. That made the transition during the full moon that much quicker. The pain was enormous, but the relief felt once the beast pulled itself from the wreckage of Chris’ body was insurmountable. Free again. And it was hungry.

It had a go at a couple of heartbeaters, men doused in cologne, a stench it likely would never forget, but that was in defense. (So it claimed.) With some space between it and the carnage, hunger found itself front and center. The beast tore through the night. Deer, coyote, rabbit — anything it could sink its teeth into, it did. The hunger was just the beginning.

As the sun kissed the horizon line, a young woman locked her apartment door and made a beeline down the sidewalk. It was early, but a run before work helped to wake her. She was clad in athletic wear — a matching two-tone set of blue and purple. Her ponytail lit golden when it connected with the thin rays of dawn. She wouldn’t see the beast, not until it crossed her baby blues. It looked jarringly out of place next to the brownstone, but it just looked jarring in general. The beast strongly resembled a wolf; it favored the canine’s features immensely, but there was an uncanny strangeness to it that elicited a high-pitched scream from the blonde.

She dropped something — a music player. It clambered to the ground, plastic breaking on contact. Her headphones dangled from her ears, the buds still dutifully hung on as she started to back away. Mismatched eyes bore into hers and already it felt like it was over. Cornered after having made a careless mistake in the impromptu escape route, she screamed again. Her heartbeat was loud. And they were still hungry.

Someone screamed. The sound tore through the darkness, drawing the vigilante’s attention immediately. Someone screamed, and wasn’t that what Cass was here for? She’d been so distracted as of late, but this still felt good. People left her, people kept leaving her, but when she did this, when she let herself do this… She could still be useful. And she liked being useful.

She dropped her glamour as she moved, letting the illusion of tan skin and dark hair melt away into rock with glowing veins, magma coursing through her. Her eyes burned through the shadows, glowing brightly as she ran. Another scream. She picked up the pace.

She was on them before long. A woman, trembling and terrified and cornered in an alley. And at the mouth of it, facing her down? A beast.

Cass — or, rather, Magma now — didn’t know what it was. Large, dog-like. A werewolf, maybe? Alex had been busy this weekend, citing the full moon and her plans in a bunker, and aforementioned full moon lit up the sky above them. Cass had never seen a werewolf in wolf-form before, but logic dictated that that was likely what she was looking at now. Which meant they weren’t in control of what they were doing, which meant she didn’t want to hurt them.

But she couldn’t let them kill anybody, either.

“Hey!” She called out to get the beast’s attention. “Over here, Jacob!”

There weren’t many people out that morning, only those keen on not sleeping in, so when another voice other than the terrified woman erupted from behind the beast, it turned a torn ear in that direction. It didn’t want this meal to be interrupted. No! And coming up from behind them? That was a big no-no. Its head followed its ear and its eyes followed its head to lead it to quite the sight. This was no human or animal that they’d ever seen before.

Confused, the beast turned to face this creature with a voice and snarled, exposing its long, front teeth. It snapped them at the intruder, a warning; there was always a warning, but not many had the good thought to leave in haste and unfortunately for them, the wolf didn’t have much of a cooldown. This one didn’t look like they would get the memo, either. Already upset at the intrusion, it urged forward with another warning, a toothed growl, though despite this, it was ready to defend itself.

The woman previously cowering beneath its hungry gaze took the chance and silently hid behind the side of a dumpster. There was no way out except past the monster. So she made herself small and kept an eye out, hoping, watching, waiting, for the right second where she could run. Screaming did her no good, so she did her best to keep quiet.

The werewolf snapped at her, and Cass took a step back, but didn’t move to leave the way it doubtlessly wanted her to. She thought of Alex, of what she knew about werewolves. No control, and no desire to hurt anyone even if she couldn’t stop herself from doing so when the wolf was in charge. It meant that Cass didn’t have just one person to save in this alley. She needed to make sure the woman got out okay, that much was certain. But she needed to save the werewolf, too. She needed to make sure they didn’t do anything they’d regret when the moon left the sky, needed to make sure they’d be okay. Alex would want someone to do that for her, and Cass could only assume that this wolf would feel the same.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?” She spoke slowly, carefully. How were you supposed to talk to a werewolf? Like a frightened dog, or like an angry person? It was both, wasn’t it? A beast, to be sure, but with a human mind somewhere deep inside. Could she dig it up if she tried hard enough? Was it just a matter of bringing the right shovel?

The woman, now hiding behind the dumpster, whimpered quietly. She looked terrified, and Cass wondered if she’d been bitten. No blood that she could see, and that was a good sign, wasn’t it? No blood meant no bite, no bite meant she wouldn’t have to track this woman down and try to figure out what to say to someone who was going to be a werewolf on the next full moon. But it also meant she needed to work harder to make sure that remained the case. “I can’t let you hurt her,” she said, looking from the wolf to the woman. “So how about we play tag? Huh?” Eyes never leaving the wolf, she leaned down and felt the ground until her fingers grasped a piece of gravel. She tossed it at the wolf, hitting it in the chest. Not a move meant to hurt, but… hopefully it’d capture the wolf’s attention. “Come on. Let’s go. You and me, okay? Tag, you’re it.”

The warning didn’t stick. That wasn’t unusual, but smaller beings had the tendency to run, not stand and hold their ground. Most didn’t want the misfortune of going toe to toe with a grizzly-sized monster. Their soft words did little to ease the beast’s already elevated irritation. It could hear the soft cries behind it, from the living flesh that failed to hide itself well. If it weren’t for this intrusion, it would have easily tracked the woman down by her stench. No matter where she ran, it would find her.

Not now, not anymore. The little sprite lingered, even goading the matt-haired beast into leaving its prey. Did it want a fight? Did it want to play? Did it want the kill for itself? The questions were numerous but the answers were few — actually there were none at all, not even when the strange one pushed further by throwing something small at it. A rock, a pebble, it was nothing, and yet it was something. Another poke, another prod to urge the beast from its prey. And it worked.

The woman, though still horrified, watched from behind the dumpster, unable to help herself. She could die. It didn’t take much for whatever that was — was it a wolf? A bear? It looked too horrible to be anything natural — to lose interest in her and charge after the new player in this fucked up game of tag. She heard it snarl, saw the claws of its feet dig into the soft dirt as it hurried toward — what even was that? Clearly it was someone, or something, with a brain and the morality to help her, but what was going on? She released her breath once the beast’s tail rounded the alley’s corner, disappearing from her sight.

The wolf seemed less and less interested in the woman behind it, and that was a good thing despite the pounding in her chest and the sweat on her palms. That was what Cass had wanted, what she’d been going for. The wolf was big and terrifying and she wasn’t sure if it could hurt her but she didn’t really want to find out. And yet, at the same time, here she was. She was goading it into a chase, she was trying to make sure all of its attention was on her. That was what heroes did, wasn’t it? It was what Hawkeye would have done, what Wonder Girl or Miss Marvel or Starfire would have done, so it was what Cass did, too.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid. The wolf came at her, fury dripping from its giant jaws, and Cass was terrified even if she didn’t let it show. She’d gotten good at swallowing her fear, at tucking it into a corner of her chest where no one could see it. But hiding your fear wasn’t the same as not feeling it. She was still afraid, even if she let out a whoop as she turned on her heel and ran in the opposite direction. She saw the woman watching her as she left, prayed that she’d get up and run home now that the coast was clear.

She grinned back at the werewolf, though it was really more of a grimace. “All right,” she said, “let’s go.” She had a plan… kind of. If she could lead the beast into the cave system, she could lose it with ease. It’d probably wander around until morning, when the moon replaced the sun and the beast turned back into a person who’d be able to find their way out of the caves. It was a good plan. Cass just had to… be faster than the wolf, for a little while. Then, everyone would be safe. Including the wolf. Including Cass.

That string of prey would have been easy. It was a quick chase, still stimulating though, and she seemed plenty enough before it was time to slither back into the recesses of Chris’ mind. But then this one had to get in the middle of it and take the attention all for itself. Annoying, but the chase was on and it was keen to catch this new, glowy prize instead. It had to wonder what it might taste like, if it were any good. How would that flesh feel beneath its teeth? Or the blood on its tongue? It hoped it was good. It hoped it would catch it. It wanted to know.

So it followed the creature down the sidewalk and away from the juicy morsel it had cornered not moments before. This better be worth it. There was plenty out in the woods to hunt after, but at this point that was more of a hassle than anything as dawn approached. It could stay awhile, wreak havoc upon the waking world as it had plenty in the past, but it wasn’t just Chris who was tired. The wolf clambered upon four legs after its new target, large claws clumsy against the concrete. Slash marks were left in its wake. They needed to make this quick.

Where was it going? Heavy breath followed the wolf as it kept on the little sprite’s heels. There were moments when it’d get close before a stumble or blockade. Oh, it would get close, it could practically taste the sparks. An angry growl escaped it after a snap of its jaws resulted in nothing but air.

She was tired. Her legs ached, her lungs burned, and it was so hard to keep going. But what choice did she have? If she slowed down, even for a moment, the wolf would catch her. If the wolf caught her, it would hurt her or worse. And Cass didn’t want that to happen. She didn’t want her friends to spend the rest of their lives wondering what had happened to her, or for her body to end up broken and mangled in the morgue in a way that would tell them all exactly how she met her end. Alex would think herself more of a monster if Cass fell to a wolf, even if that wolf wasn’t her. Aria would have no one to not-grow old with, Van would have no one to get matching tattoos with, Milo wouldn’t have a companion to the next superhero movie release. Cass wanted to be there for her friends, and that meant she had to keep running.

So she did. Into the woods, where the terrain grew rougher. It made no difference to Cass, of course; if anything, the rocky terrain made it easier for her to maintain her pace. She’d been built for the Earth, after all, made to run on rocky hills and leave everyone in the dust. She felt more energetic the closer they got to the cave nearest to town, more invigorated. The stones were lending her their energy, and she was grateful for it, grateful for them.

The cave opening stood in front of her, and Cass turned to make sure the wolf was still behind her. After confirming that they were, she darted into the cave, praying that the creature would follow.

It kept running which meant the wolf had to, as well. Why? Because there was nothing there, nothing but the frenzy and instinctual hunger that drove the creature forward. It just couldn’t help it.

As it snapped at the sprite’s heels, pavement turned into grass and grass turned into hills and rocks and pebbles. Thick, black claws dug into rugged earth as the beast did its best through the thick trees and craggy terrain. Hot breath huffed out from flaring nostrils, each one pulsing with every heavy exhale it offered the forest as sacrifice for the hard work its body put into keeping up with the bipedal creature. The beast, too, stood on two legs, but its lumbering form was too top heavy to stay upright, so its hands helped to propel it forward.

The firefly’s light started to dissipate once it reached the mouth of a great night. A cave. The idea of a cave didn’t do much to dispel any cravings and salivating, but the darkness did. The wolf liked when the sun went down, but this was a close darkness, a darkness made to make one feel small and lost. But the light was too tempting. The beast had given pause at the cave opening, to judge it and the situation at hand, but decided the hunger was too great, so it continued to pursue, slowly now, into the tunnel.

She got to the cave and, at the mouth of it, the wolf hesitated. Cass felt her heart rise to her throat when the thundering vibrations of their footsteps didn’t follow her inside, felt panic claw at her chest. What if all of this had been for nothing? What if she led the wolf here, and they didn’t join her in the cave after all? What if they went back to town in spite of everything, found someone else to hunt? Failed, failed, failed, her mind repeated in a mocking tone. Cass threw a rock towards the opening, trying to entice the beast into entering.

And then, enter they did. Slow, cautious. Cass could work with that.

She was capable of moving silently through her domain, but she made no effort to do so now. She was loud, deliberate. She made sure the wolf knew where to go, how to follow her. Any fear she’d felt outside was gone now; in here, they couldn’t touch her. She could sink into the walls, she could fit into the crevices. Out there, the wolf was the predator. But in here? Cass was the far more dangerous thing.

She led them deeper and deeper into the cave, down twisting passageways, taking turn after turn until the entrance was a distant memory. It would be hard for the wolf to find their way out now; it would be nearly impossible for anyone but Cass herself to navigate towards the exit.

It would learn better, but not now. Now was for giving in to the deep rooted and insatiable hunger that urged it deeper and deeper into the cavernous maze. The fresh air that fueled the beast’s heavy breath started to thicken with a stale humidity. Caves were not foreign to it, their mouths and brief shelter were paramount to the wolf’s survival — but it never ventured forth, never dared explore a tunnel or two.

And for good reason: it would probably get lost. That, and combined with its rousing claustrophobia, it never had the desire for spelunking. But retaliation was one hell of a motivator. It surged forward, claws catching on crevices and cracks, hoping its hands would land their mark. But she was too fast, too evasive. She moved expertly through the narrow passageways in comparison to the beast’s fumbling feet. She knew where to step, it had to find it.

That led to missteps, which led to a greater distance between them. The wolf was starting to lose the glowing sprite amidst the darkness and narrow passages. A small bead of panic rolled into its mind.

She made sure never to get so far ahead of the wolf that they would lose track of her entirely. She didn’t want them to get bored and give up the chase, didn’t want them to turn to leave before she’d made sure that leaving would be nearly impossible to do. It led to a few close calls here and there, but nothing as harrowing as the chase outside the cave had been. Cass was untouchable here. It was like a bear trying to catch a fish in the middle of the ocean — the wolf had to tread water and swat at the waves with clumsy paws simultaneously if they wanted any hope of striking.

It was only as they ventured deeper and deeper into the cavern that she began to increase the distance between them. She stopped falling back, stopped waiting for the wolf to catch up. They were so deep now that it would be impossible for them to find their way out like this, as an animal interested in prey more than strategy. When the human mind took over again, there would be some hope. A human could use landmarks to find the exit, to keep from walking in circles. But a wolf? There was no danger of them escaping to do more harm.

Finally satisfied that the wolf would be lost in the labyrinth, she scampered off towards the nearest exit. In the morning, she thought, she would come back and see if they’d transformed back into a person. If they had, she’d lead them out. And if they hadn’t… She could probably find a few squirrels to toss them for breakfast.

#thread #tr: cass a #tr: [ a dangerous game of tag ]

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namelysane · 1 year

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Headcannons for the Hellspawn AU

The Kid

Basically just like Lloyd. Pale blonde hair, red eyes. Kinda has her dad's fangs.

Has a sweet tooth even worse than Lloyd's and Cole's. Lloyd used to give in to her demands until Zane knocked some sense into him about why not to give too much sugar in children.

Of all the ninja and other than her dad, Cole's her favorite. Just look at his interactions with little Wu and you'll see why.

As a toddler, she was a mischievous little runt, and once when lloyd was trying to take something from her, she bit him. Yes, she bit the guy who GAVE her the fangs.

She drove Lloyd crazy when she was an infant. Greenie was literally about to burst into tears when Sensei G noticed one night and decided to help him. In the end, Sensei G had two kids to console. One was his crying grandchild, and the other was his stressed out son.

Her first word wasn't papa or dada. It was sugar. Lloyd still hasn't forgiven her for that, but the others find it hilarious, considering that he'd once said he couldn't love anything more than candy.

Once, she got her hands on Lloyd's sword because of amazing parenting. Yeah...just thank the fsm that Kai was there before she could get other ideas.

But on another occasion, she managed to get her hands on Nya's knives by sneaking into her room on the bounty. The first thing she did when she toddled out was chase a shrieking Jay while holding them. My poor man was hysterical.

Because of her father's request, she was kept out of the spotlight all her life. The media didn't know Lloyd had a kid until after Stiix. And yup, that just means the fan girl craze in S6 was even worse.

She used Montrositea on a plant during Wu's Teas. And it also went after Jay.

Lloyd

Poor bean suffered some minor hair loss in S3-pre S5. Half of it was because his kid kept pulling it while the other half, was actually the result of him often pulling at it in frustration at how hard it is to raise a mini version of himself.

But don't worry, he's fine now. (Kai just threatened to kill him if he even dared to touch his hair for no reason, and Pixal recommended some other ways to help him calm down)

At first, he was really hesitant to let her ride with him on his dragon because of the fear of her falling off. However, when he saw Cole give her the ride she'd been asking for quite a while and nothing happened, he finally stopped being paranoid. (It totally wasn't because he was jealous of Cole)

Funnily and sadly enough, the first bedtime story Lloyd ever read to her was Jack the Rabbit — a.k.a, the book Wu read to him in Season 1 in Never Trust A Snake — a.k.a the one about not trusting snakes. Well to be fair, she could've also inherited his brain cells and stupidity and do the same thing his nine-year-old self did so.....yeah, this is completely warranted.

He sews his kid her own clothes when he has the time — we all saw his sewing skills in that Darkley's episode — he's good at it, guys.

Sometimes, he wonders if there will be a day she'll inherit his element and he'll lose his powers. Not that he's being selfish — he's just worried about how he's going to continue being a ninja without his powers. He had a kid young so he's going to lose his powers young. That's kind of a tough pill to swallow, especially considering how he was at the beginning of S9.

He often thinks that he's the worst choice of a parent but despite that, he still tries his best. Even if he knows he's still trying to figure out things.

Nya

Hellspawn usually calls her Aunt Ni, because when she was younger, "NI-YA" was a lot harder to pronounce. So Ni just stuck.

She's the best aunt — who also won't hesitate to reprimand her little brother's offspring when necessary. And give Lloyd a piece of her mind for enabling her on some occasions too — which are a lot of occasions, actually.

Nya loves dolling her up, you know? Helping her do her hair, buying her clothes etc. And she teaches Lloyd different styles to do it himself when she has the chance (cuz this dude was panicking the entire time of not knowing how tf to do hair)

She taught hellspawn swimming when she was really young. Kai thought she was trying to kill her lol.

Also, she constantly loves cheekily comparing how raising S1 Lloyd was to helping to raise his hellspawn. Lloyd's daughter is a little better behaved than the 'lil terror Lloyd was, so she guesses somebody must be doing a good job, then.

Kai

Kai often gives Lloyd some tips about childcare since he practically raised Nya himself.

He told his honorary niece about the time Lloyd had a wannabe overlord phase and demanded candy from an entire village, so Lloyd put green dye in his hair gel.

Ever since he made Lloyd a sword, hellspawn's been pleading for him to make her one. Jay always begs Kai to not do it each time (well to be fair, the poor guy's still traumatized from that one game of tag. we can't blame him)

She spends the most time with kai during winter because that's when this man feels like a fucking furnace. Like, she'll just lie in his arms with no intentions of leaving them until the season's over and not even Lloyd can take her from him.

Jay

Jay, being the Master of Lightning, was the one who comforted her when she was afraid of storms.

Just like Lloyd, I believe this man has a candy stash...and one day when she couldn't figure out where her dad hid his candy after she found it the night before, she decided to go after Jay's.

Jay and Nya teamed up to build her a little toy for Christmas once. She loved it so much that she threw it at Lloyd to show it to him and it hit him squarely on the face. (ouch) But the toy survived though!

Cole

The favourite uncle, self-explanatory.

Won't hesitate to pick her up when she asks. She really likes sitting on his shoulders since it's higher up than the others.

She actually likes it when Cole sings, and the Glow Worm song is her favorite. Jay's just convinced that the song had damaged her hearing at some point which is probably why her ears love Cole's singing. Oh well.

When Cole was a ghost, she was sad that he couldn't hug her like he used to but she eventually got used to it. She then ended up loving running into Cole and phasing through him whenever she could and since Cole was a ghost for more than a whole year, it was hard to make her remember the fact that running through him right now wasn't such a good idea.

Zane

Zane taught Lloyd some tricks such as the one where parents blend vegetables into smoothies so kids don't taste it. Lloyd's first thought was that Zane had definitely done this before when he'd been younger, while Cole remains horrified to this day that his favorite cake contains beetroot.

Zane often helps her with her homework when she doesn't understand something.

During summer, she does the same thing she did with Kai during winter. And Nya's the only one who can get her off him, mostly because hellspawn can just ask her to splash her instead.

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ayellowbirds · 2 years

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Excuse me ma'am.

You said something about hyenas being canine/feline hybrid or something?

And the whole gender thing?? What gender thing.

Can you elaborate?

I would normally look this up but i have the math exam to decide my life tomorrow and can't afford to go down this rabbit hole immediately. Also this is more fun?

no problem at all! I love to talk about this, hyenas are some of my all-time favorite animals.

k, so: hyenas are commonly mistaken for canids, but they ain't canids. They ain't even in the Carnivoran suborder Caniformia w/ canids, bears, raccoons, etc. They're in suborder Feliformia, along w/ felids (cats), mongooses (includin' meerkats), fossas, an' civets. Their closest living relatives, taxonomically speaking, are animals like this:

and that also means that your average hyena (whether spotted, brown, striped, or aardwolf) is more closely related to Stationmaster Tama in ancestry than it is to a wolf or coyote.

the thing is, hyenas have historically and prehistorically wound up filling some very canid-like niches. Although the line of 'dog-like hyenas' is today only known from the aardwolf, even the 'bone-crushing hyenas' still have comparatively long muzzles that they use for catching prey by chasing and biting, rather than the heavy focus on ambush tactics that felids tend to use. Hyenids and canids are both well-adapted to running, suck ass at climbing, and have roughly-padded paws with non-extensible claws.

ironically, the most 'dog-like' hyenas around today specialize in an insectivorous diet. Many of the general hyenid characteristics are still considered very feliformian by researchers: their scent-marking, their mating habits, the way they loaf:

and if you take a good look at hyenas—especially spotties—compared to canids, you'll notice that their builds are still pretty different, with long, strong necks and a build where the hind legs are noticeably shorter than the forelimbs.

(source)

as for the gender thing:

female spotted hyenas have such high levels of androgens that they not only tend to be bigger than the males, but they also have dicks and balls of their own.

No, really! The vulva and clitoris of the female (ovary-bearing) hyena takes the form of a 'pseudopenis' that can be as long as the phallus of the male (semen-bearing) of the species; it's usually only distinguishable by the shape of the glans, or if the hyena in question is pregnant, nursing, or actively engaged in reproduction. Female hyenas actually give birth through their pseudopenis (which usually results in some pretty gruesome tearing), and they have a false scrotum of fatty tissue formed from part of the labia. This leads to a situation where the females have complete control over when and whom they mate with.

it's widely asserted that this is linked to the tendency (note, it's a tendency: there are observed cases of dominant males, typically the son of a dominant female) of female spotted hyenas to take the socially dominant role in interactions with males, but there is strong evidence that it's actually social factors that determine who is in charge in a spottie clan.

#spotted hyenas #hyenas #other important spottie facts: they moo when happy; laughing is a anxiety/stress call; they hunt more than they scavenge #aardwolves #hesitantlyhopefulspren

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happyrandomdance · 1 year

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Hiding The Pain

Lucy just got home from a hard shift. She and Thorsten responded to a party disturbance an hour before the end of shift and the host of the party decided to run and Lucy chased after him during the Chase he ran to be back Alley and knock some trash into her way before she could react she tripped over it and fell luckily her hands caught her but she did hurt her ankle pretty bad because of the adrenaline she didn't feel the pancake in quite yet she caught the guy and took him back to the shop where Aaron was waiting. "You okay" He asked

"Yeah just a minor injury" She said not wanting to make a big deal of it when I got back to the station she cleaned herself up changed and left to go home. She texted Tim on her way home to see how long he was going to be. "Hey just checking to see how long it might take you tonight" She texted him

"about an hour or two hopefully" He sent back almost immediately "Okay well I'm going to be home making dinner see you when you get there" She texted "Okay" he responded shortly after she got home Tamara was in her room. "Hey how was work" she asked as she walked out of her room. Lucy dropped her bag. "It was okay how was your day" She responded "Fine" Tamara replied. Lucy started walking to her room when she winced sharply to the pain she felt suddenly. "Woah are you okay" Tamara asked as she held Lucy's arm up to balance her. "Yeah I'm fine it's nothing really I hurt myself chasing after a suspect I just need to take it easy" She said sitting in the nearby bar stool. "Does Tim know" Tamara asked as she walked over to get her some water from the fridge. "No I didn't tell him" She said "Why not?" Tamara asked, Handing her the water "Cause I am fine and he doesn't need to worry about me while he's still at work so I didn't tell him" She said "Okay do you need help going to your room" She asked

"No" Lucy replied. After 5 minutes of her telling her she is fine Tamara goes back to her room.

Lucy slowly walked to her room and picked some clothes out to take a shower she was literally standing on one foot half of her shower because her right ankle was hurting because she kept putting pressure on it. After her shower she decided to get started on dinner she was going to make some chicken pasta. She was in the middle of hopping to the refrigerator when the front door opened She immediately put her foot down a little bit too fast which resulted in her feeling a small amount of pain that she had to try to hide off of her face.

"Hey your home earlier than expected" She says to Tim " Yeah time flew by pretty fast. What is for dinner?". He asked" "Chicken pasta" She said while stirring the pasta sauce. "Yum I'm going to go take a quick shower" He said and walked into their bedroom after she heard the bathroom door closed she hopped over to the barstool and sat down "You should tell him" Tamara said. Lucy jumped a little because she came out of nowhere. "I am fine" She deadpan "no you are not I literally just witnessed you hop like a rabbit to sit down just tell him" Tamara added "I will take over on cooking dinner. Unless you want me to tell him?" She asked.

"Fine fine you can cook I will tell him just help me get to my bed please" She said defeated " Ok come on" She held onto Lucy's arm and walked her to the bed and closed the door when she walked out. Lucy was sitting on her side of the bed looking at her ankle. After a while Tim emerged from the bathroom. "Hey" He said "Hi" She said back. "Is food done already how long was I in there" He said as he sat next to her. "No Tamara took over she practically is blackmailing me" She said "Why is that" He asked curiously "Well I hurt my ankle pretty bad while chasing a suspect and she asked if I had told you I said no she was like why and then I told her because I didn't want you to worry while you was at work and she accepted that answer. Then you came home while I was literally hopping to the refrigerator and I put my foot down too fast and I hurt myself a little bit more than I attended to so I was trying to hide the pain. Then when you walked into the bathroom I hopped to the barstool to breathe and she told me to come in here and relax and to tell you or she was going to tell you" Lucy said kinda fast Tim laughs lightly "Well I am glad that she was here to worry about you" He said pulling her leg on his lap "Lucy even if I was in a coma I want to know if you are hurt okay because I care about you and I don't care if it's a paper cut or a twisted ankle I want to know" He said to her.

"Okay I promise to tell you whenever I'm hurt even if you're in a "coma" but I expect the same thing from you too" She said to him. "Deal" He said giving her a kiss she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss he was slowly leaning her back towards her pillow she reached for the bottom of his shirt to take it off. KNOCK KNOCK

They broke apart at the knock "Food is ready" Tamara said. Lucy and Tim fixed themselves up a little before they walked out "Thanks for finishing up the food" Lucy said to Tamara "No problem. Now I will make your plate". "Thanks".

All of them were on the couch and Tamara was telling them about a fight at her school. Lucy was glad to know that Tamara was there to take care of her and to make sure she was Okay.

#lucy chen #chenford #tim bradford #chenford fanfic #tamara collins

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firestarclone · 6 months

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clangen: spireclan!!!!

i've been playing clangen for a while and i've been seeing loads of people share their moon-to-moon gameplay and wanted to do the same!!

this is spireclan:

they all get along fine, but sorrelstar & snailtail seem to have a mutual dislike...

moon 1: everything is going swell to start off with! a fogclan warrior, sheepclaw, joins the clan and siltpaw became siltbush. however, sorrelstar fails to interpret one of starclan's warning signs and loses a life as a result. also, she's been bad-mouthing snailtail behind his back, which only makes their relationship worse. while out on a patrol, seapaw and skyfoot run into some fogclan warriors and tensions run high.

moon 2: woodkit becomes woodpaw and is apprenticed to the clan deputy, vixenfreckle. flashwhisper also retires at 121 moons old.

moon 4: they gained two new warriors: hotdogpounce and vixenstorm!

moon 5: rainsweptkit becomes rainsweptpaw and is apprenticed to hotdogpounce.

moon 6: skyfoot comes out as non-binary! and seapaw, skyfoot's apprentices, receives his full name: seahawk! however, while on a hunting patrol, hotdogpounce and rainsweptpaw encounter a fox and rainsweptpaw receives a nasty bite.

moon 7: rainsweptpaw finds an abandoned kit and brings it back to camp. unfortunately, the kit does not survive. however, it seems that siltbush has taken a romantic interest in seahawk!

moon 8: woodpaw becomes woodflight but feels underappreciated. hmm. sorrelstar calls a clan meeting to share some important news. and most surprisingly, seahawk adopts an abandoned litter as his own! spireclan welcomes hazelkit and finkit, who are three moons old. while out on a patrol, galeflake, vixenstorm, and skyfoot pick up encroaching beechclan scent. further investigation reveals a lost apprentice. relations with beechclan have improved.

moon 9: spireclan utterly adores seahawk's kits! siltbush stills seems to be head over paws for seahawk and while sparing together, siltbush is unable to focus due to seahawk's playful teasing.

moon 10: siltbush & seahawk have become mates! while out hunting together, siltbush accidentally chases a rabbit over the flyclan border but it gets away. probably for the better. vixenstorm and skyfoot also have a talk about vixenstorm's dream from starclan... hm. how strange.

and this is spireclan at 10 moons!

maybe next time i'll try drawing them :) & i'll do shorter like 1-3 moon updates instead of the 10 moon updates once clan life really starts rolling & more starts to happen. hope you enjoyed!!!

#clangen #spireclan #warrior cats clangen

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Finally got around to watching this video that had been in my recommendations for a while and it's great.

Basically after string theory starts getting attention from the public some big name String Theorists like Brian Greene and Michio Kaku start getting pop-sci book deals and going on documentaries and making a lot of money. Obviously, given their new financial incentives, these people present string theory as the next revolution in Physics. At the same time this was going on, actual physicists had largely stopped taking string theory seriously on account of it not making any experimentally verifiable predictions (the wiki page for the history of string theory ends in 2003). Eventually the public catches on to this and instead of learning what separates good science from bad science (creating models that explain all previous observations and make predictions about new ones) they start to view all of theoretical physics as this land of crackpots where you can predict whatever you want. Even highly successful theories like relativity, quantum mechanics, and the standard model start to be viewed like this. Theories that DID make new predictions that WHERE later observed.

Obviously there are people who became interested in theoretical physics because of these documentaries and books, and I think that's good! I was one of them! But when your theory hasn't made any progress for nearly a decade and you are talking about it like it's the next relativity and you the next Einstein, that is a massive abdication of your professional responsibility as both a scientist and a science communicator.

This has become a problem in particle physics too and I think it's no coincidence it started when they tried applying ideas from string theory to the standard model (super symmetry). SUSY at least makes predictions about new particles we should find but when everytime those particles arent observed you modify the theory so their masses are conveniently outside the range of current experiments, that's bad science. People are eventually going to catch on and stop giving funding to experiments that are actually trying to answer unsolved questions in the field and not chasing the rabbit of having one theory that can explain all of physics. A theory there is no reason to believe exists other than the fact effective field theories aren't philosophically pure enough.

(sidebar: From my understanding the foundational work behind string theory has gone on to be genuinely useful in some fields mathematics, which is why formulating these theories is useful even if from a physics perspective the final result isn't. But when you are presenting your PHYSICS theory as a PHYSICAL explication of the world to an audience that doesn't have the expertise to contextualize what you are talking about, maybe mention "by the way this theory has never made any testable predictions and was basically dead in the water by the start of the new millennium)

(second sidebar: This persons YouTube channel is great. She's probably my new favorite science youtuber. The fact that she delivered this whole rant while playing binding of Isaac to keep herself too distracted to even attempt to explain how string theory works is hilarious)

#Third sidebar: apparently Leonard Susskind got his start in string theory which I had no idea about #He understandable doesn't talk about it much these days (no one from the string theory boom does. Wonder why?)#Makes me sceptical of the emergent gravity model he has been a champion of and I was fascinated by #Before I became disillusioned with academia as a field #Which for the record string theory had nothing to do with #It was the extreme financial exploitation of young adults trying to get an education in the sciences #Talking to myself #Okay there are probably a lot of typos here but I'm not doing any more proofreading of this post #Youtube

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bonefall · 1 year

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Creation Myth; Afterlives

I wonder how humans fit in with your rewrite's mythology with the four gods and stuff, like there is this whole other sapient species running around, how much does someone like Midnight have to do with them? Do they have a known afterlife?

@halogenwarrior

I have a rough draft, but I haven't committed to it yet because I go back and forth on how powerful the Gods of the Seasons (Sharptooth, Sol, Midnight, and Rock for the newcomers) should be.

But here's my thoughts,

The Origin Story

Midnight scoured the island from the sea and crafted the mountains, the hills, the forests, and for each predator, she created a partner. The fox and the badger hunt the rabbits above and below the ground. The wolf chases the sheep and the twoleg is there to catch it. The owl flies by night and the hawk flies by day.

But when she came to the cat, it was too perfect to pair. She could create no equal-- it was her finest work.

So she gave them a special task; to appreciate the world for what it is, to rest and to sample all the pleasures of creation. It's why cats are so hedonistic and think they're so perfect.

But Sol was BORED. There was harmony and nothing ever went wrong, it was too easy. So he gathered up the twolegs and the dogs and taught them about games, and the silly, arbitrary rules that come with them.

They had so much fun they made more and more rules, more and more games, until they couldn't tell their rules from their reality. It's why twolegs seem so crazy, and why dogs don't know how to stop playing.

Midnight was MORTIFIED. He RUINED her hard work with silly lies like money, and politics, and not-England! But worse... there was joy in these new concepts. Cats did the task they were assigned to do and they sampled the pleasures of creation. Midnight has never forgiven her brother Sol for what he's done.

Cats are on the same level as humans-but-not-quite. They have the capacity they need to enjoy the world to its fullest, whatever happens to be IN the world at the time.

So... other answers;

Do humans have an afterlife?

I think all the animals do, but I'm not sure how it works for them since Warriors is about the cats. At the very least, dogs and humans are able to become ghosts.

I go back and forth on how powerful I want the gods to be and how their shifting power works. @troutfur gave me a suggestion a while back about the idea that there is a 'veil' that shifts, and whichever god is in control during that shift has more power than its siblings.

But I do also know that I want gods to be able to easily conjure up "pocket dimensions". Like the Dark Forest, which Sharptooth created while he was One-eye.

Additionally, the human afterlife isn't nearly as powerful as the cat one. That's a given I'm working with. StarClan can make trees grow fast, chase clouds, and make new spirits... but wherever they go, humans don't get to do that.

How much do the four gods interact with humans?

As a result of the story being focused on cats, there has to be some reason why they don't care much about them, right?

The simplest and funniest reason I can imagine is that they just don't like them. They just like cats more. Or, in One-eye's case, he got roped into a bloodfeud with this specific group of cats and he won't just give up because his pride is wounded.

Sol probably plays with humans a lot, but when he met Harry it was just. Magic.

I also go back and forth on how powerful these four really are, if they're truly CREATION GODS or just demigods, like Hercules. If it's just these four, or if there's more beyond this particular landmass.

In any case it's beyond the scope of my rewrite, lmao.

#Bonefall Rewrite #Harry #Sol #Midnight #Sharptooth #Rock

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Oni just being mad owô ?

yes. amything for you my love

Kink list: Size kink, breeding, choking, rough sex in general, little bit of ‘’Knife’’play, bloodplay, outdoors kind of, primal, scratching, marking

You were running away, breathing heavily trying to think of a place to hide. Oni had given you a 10 second head start before he came after you. You came to his realm in a trial - the two of you got along really well outside of trials surprisingly - he discreetly greeted you at the start seeming to be in a good mood, until the trial started. Or rather until your teammates started. Besides hardly working they were being plain disrespectful on his own grounds and lowkey bullying him. The fact that he was naturally aggressive didn't help either, by the end of the trial he was completely worked up and fell into a hardcore rage; killing everything that came in his way. Your teammates were dead within minutes, all piled up in some corner. Carefully you looked for him, finding him in front of the entity claiming the corpses. As if he sensed your presence he turned around, still breathing heavily. You kind of smiled at him and tried to say something but the look in his eyes got the words stuck on your throat. He wasn't done here. He definitely wouldn't kill you, he wanted something else. He wanted to get his anger out. A low huff from him was your sign to run, which you did. He waited more or less patiently before he finally came after you, resulting in a chase. Once he was in chase he could hardly be stopped anymore until he had his prey - today it was you. With anticipation but also a little fear you tried to find a place where you could take a tiny break and what else would it be but a locker. You went to the nearest one and looked around for a second before opening the door - then you felt a huge hand wrapping around your neck. He was here. You looked over your shoulder to him, Oni shook his head slowly. His heavy breathing was loud under the mask, loud and aggressive. Before you could even comprehend what was happening he pulled you back by your throat, choking you hard, then threw you over his shoulder. When he started walking he seemed determined, knowing exactly where he wanted to finish his little play. You struggled around a little, just for the fun of it, you didn't actually wanna get out. Actually you quite liked what was happening here. And you liked what was gonna come next even more.

He walked up the big set of stairs, basically slamming you on the floor next to the statue. Before you could even attempt to get away he pierced his Katana through the shoulder of your shirt, making sure you stayed there while he crawled over you, practically ripping your clothes off while growling loudly. His claw-like hands scratched little wounds into your body, making you bleed a little. He watched your naked, hurt body in anticipation before pinning your hands down with one hand, the other he just put on your stomach and admired how big it was compared to your torso; or rather the other way around. You were so small to him, like a rabbit being hunted down by a wolf. You struggled a bit against him, making him claw over your skin roughly. It started bleeding right away and all you could do was moan at the pain. He knew you enjoyed it just as much as he did, which made him chuckle a little before he pulled his mask up just enough so his mouth was free. WIthout hesitation he licked over the wounds, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he did so. You whined loudly and arched your back - somehow this felt like heaven. Oni began placing some bloody kisses and bites down your torso, then all over your thighs. You didn’t even realize when he stopped, only when he shoved his wet, lubed up finger inside you. You gasped out loudly at the unexpected pleasure before he even started moving. Soon enough he did though, and all you could do was moan and writhe in pleasure while he added another finger. His huge fingers already stretched you out a little, he didn’t care. He just kept on going until he felt like you were loose enough to take him fully. You already came as he was fingering your sensitive hole, whining loudly as he pulled them out. Oni huffed silently as he opened up his heavy clothes and shoved them off enough so he could finally fuck you.

Quickly he took your legs and pushed them to your body, forcing you into the ‘mating press’ - you knew exactly what that meant. WIthout warning he pushed himself inside you, forcing a choked down scream out of you. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain when he started moving, slapping his hips against yours rough and fast. He held you down roughly, probably bruising your skin as he did so, but you didn’t care at all. You liked when people saw that he had claimed you even if some of the others thought you were insane for it. Not that you cared, how could you when feeling this good? His pace and strength were inhuman, making every thrust sting a little inside you; you kept crying out in pain from it. Yet he didn’t care. He was fucking his anger out and that was all that counted to him right now. He was growling and grunting as he pleasured himself with your hole, as if you were nothing but a little sex toy for him to use and fuck it, you didn’t mind being that at all. You came over and over again as he bucked his hips against your, making you a shaking and moaning mess, even crying from the overstimulating feeling. But the peak was yet to come, by the way he thrusted you felt he was close. His hands pushed you down harder, almost feeling like you were being pushed into the ground. That didn’t matter when he finally came though, emptying himself inside you and filling you up. It felt like so much, you could swear that your belly must be bulging after this. Oni moaned loudly as he came, muttering some things that you couldn't understand - you could swear he said ‘mine’. He took his sweet time getting out of you and up, putting on his own clothes first before handing yours to you. They were a bit broken now, to say the least. Either way you put them on and smiled at him gently, just before you heard the bell of the opening exit gate wail. Before leaving you pressed a kiss on his mask.

‘’See you next time, big boy.’’

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight smut #oni #yamaoka #dead by daylight oni #killer #smut #nsft #oni nsft #gothghostiie #ask ghostiie

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