I am chaos. I am cat.

Hi! You can call me Nimbus (she/them). Current obsession: Minecraft, One Piece, and a bit of Undertale AU

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Witness an art for a recent obsession of mine – Lucifer TV. I started season 3, & I love this devil with daddy issues so far) The reference for this piece was a vid I found on Pinterest of Tom Ellis with a baby. Pretty happy with how this one turned out, tho proportions are a tiny bit wonky.

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So I got sucked into Unvale, which woke up a passion for an old project of mine – 13's Tale (a placeholder that grew on me, so now it's this world's title).

So, have a doodle of my OC, Justin Serif (the dude on my banner), if he was rich:

In this universe, he had inherited the family "business".

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Re-read one of my inspos 4 the AllSupernat AU, "hey i thought this was VAMPIRES SMP where are the vampires" by OrigamiOrchids on AO3, and my brain went: "yk, a fallen angel does fit v!Legs better than a dragon".

So, have a pen doodle of an Angel! Gundo (lore below cut, if you're not afraid of too much text):

I'll start off with the fact that in this universe, the divine are a product of humanity's belief. If enough ppl believe believe there's a Guardian Angel for Conquerors, then there is a Guardian Angel of Conquerors (in fact, have two, as the first one Fell to defiance and rebellion). This is in part why Humans rule the modern world – they have the power to create gods, who's abilities are determined solely by their belief.

Legundo was born of war, violence, conquest. It was the holy power who followed kings and generals and soldiers as they encroached on lands not theirs. They are a patron of winners, of strength and wit. Many a century, it was what humanity needed of him – a soldier.

But unlike humans with their painfully short lifespans, Angels don't die, not until they have lost all their believers or are believed to be dead. So Legundo lived, and learned, and grew. They saw how impermanent Humans are, how flawed their morality is, how fragile are the rules that bind the Holy.

In but a moment of respite in the endless wars Humanity wages on all, Legundo tore off its halo, and Fell. They shall no longer listen to prayers of people as sinful and flawed as all conquerors are. They shall walk amongst the people, all people, and help. And so came to be Dr. Legundo, a person from some backwater village where dreams go to die and people go to disappear, a doctor who helps all expecting nothing in return, and, according to any child he helped, an angelic warrior who helps people fight off diseases (it did let some see its wings).

K, now a bit on the design. Legs has no face, not really, as that is how conquerors see their victims, and how the conquered see their tyrants (aka, many eyes didn't work out how I had hoped). The front part of their crown is a blade, and the crown itself is a nether brick red. It emits blood red fire that takes many in the war. Legs has no armour – their skin is armour, a symbol of a winner's invincibility (?).

They have no limbs besides wings (someone will make the joke that Legs has no legs, I just dunno who yet), but they can summon sharp, skeletal hands for various purposes. Legs' halo (not pictured here) was a circle of thorns around its topmost eye, pierced in a circle by six swords hilts-in.

Its true form is quite huge – if it hovers low enough to touch the ground with the tips of its wings, then Pearl, the tallest in Oakhurst at a lil over 2 meters, would be level with the eye on its chest.

The "skirt" is actually another pair of wings, but those are sharp as blades, so they keep them folded. Legs likes the look of waistcoats, but sadly human fashion doesn't account for angelic anatomy, and customising one is too much hassle.

If asked for pronouns, Legs will say "they/it", as they see the concept of gender nonsensical when applied to themselves. But if you use something different, they won't care.

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Me: sets up a situation where Legundos get to be dads.

Also me: proceeds to not return to the idea 4 a good... Month? A couple of weeks, at least.

So, while I'm in a bit of a creative funk regarding "How many Legs", have some drawings:

And here's an older, fun set of doodles below cut:

To explain Nelly changing size – as a god, she can change her appearance at will.

Also, me mind latched onto the idea that the Merchant of Decem used to be PiglinGundo at some point, & I saw an art of the guy where he decided to copy Architect's appearance... Well, cun Nelly some slack – they're not used to being so alone, after so many eternities of being a part of Decem.

In the older set of doodles, I had yet to settle on a design for Traveller, & I gave Champion a hobby of tinkering. Then it hit me that the piglin hybrid won't be the best of engineers – that would be Virus – so I restrained that hobby to weaponry.

Btw, which Nelly desing is better, in your opinion – with the jacket, or with the cloak?

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NOT an update on any AUs! I'm dying a little under some real life stuff (mostly school), so I'm in a bit of an art block.

Just thinking – what if I start posting How many Legs on AO3 as a drabble compilation? Dunno, Imma like, 30-ish% asleep rn, but the idea seems pretty good.

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Question about the Too Many Legs AU:

Eight is clearly the meta-aware being that he is- that being said, does he know the stories of the others? Does he know how Plague and the OG Doc’s timelines changed? How Champion’s relationship with his bastion was? How TKITN ruled?

This is mostly (for myself) about Traveler, seeing as he was once apart of a semi-meta-aware collective/god. I just wanna know how he reacted to that information.

Virus: *grimaces* First of all, it's Virus. I'm based on Their knowledge of my canon counterpart from before they knew about Eight – before the guy showed himself to his Audience, even. He and I may share some characteristics, but I'm not him as much as I'm not Doc.

Virus: As for your question – yes, I know quite a bit. Plague's story is a mess of versions in its own folder, but the biggest inconsistencies surround his chronological age. I know... most of Traveller's deal, They keep a separate file for it. And do you mean the bastion Champion works for, or the one where he grew up? For that matter, what did North do as a king that you mention it? Commit genocide? Or get possessed by some evil winter spirit?

Virus: *Finishes reading Your ask, takes a moment to think. Types something out on his F3 in the meantime* You lot are a tier higher than he ever was and will be. In comparison to realising Y'all exist, that anxiety wreck being a god wasn't much of a shock.

Virus: *hits Enter, glitches out, and looks up at the gathering thunder clouds* Honestly, I pity the guy – toyed with by the people he used to be so close to... *With a sigh, walks off.* ...Can you stop narrating my actions in asterisks? The interruption's annoying.

[Would you rather give an even longer- and he's gone. Welp, hope this answers your question!]

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I love Traveler being a ball of anxiety because he is—like. He’s almost never relaxed. Especially around people post-HW.

I also love Abolish seeing this and giving him a hot chocolate. Like, that’s so sweet of him! :D

Happy to know that people like my characterisation of the poor guy! Have a plot bit below cut of Traveller being found – an expansion on how exactly he got that hot chocolate.

TW: vague and likely inaccurate description of a panic attack from outside perspective, brief mention of death.

Constructive criticism, questions and comments are very much welcome – I can't stop the beast in my notes app that is "How many Legs", so might as well feed it.

———

Apo and Martyn found a man having a panic attack in the middle of the woods, frostbitten fingers clutching at his throat and body curled up in on itself as if a bear is about to maul him. Apo tries to get his attention, but a mere glimpse of her got the guy crawling away, chanting something about getting out of his head.

The military architect, as the faster of the two town members, went back to get help, while Martyn stayed behind to make sure the stranger doesn't do something stupid. The person Apo met first was Abolish, who went to help the newcomer, while the architect run on to inform the doctor.

Abolish, either from experience or some form of training his organisation offers, knows how to deal with panic attacks, so he manages to calm the frostbitten man enough to get him to town.

—

[Once in Oakhurst, Abolish offered his own house for the stranger to rest in and recover. The man, shaking under a blanket with his hands in a bowl of lukewarm water, introduced himself as Legundo. Funny, how it's the doctor's paternal surname too.]

[Doc came in soon after, directed inside by Martyn. The newcomer's hands were examined – surface frostbite, but thankfully no permanent damage – and then left to thaw some more until the blueish-white tint receded. The whole time, Traveller was silent, his shoulders tense as he observed doctor's hands at work. He avoided eye contact, Abolish noted, averting his gaze whenever he accidentally caught the hunter's or the doctor's.]

Doc: *wraps Traveller's hands after smearing a thin layer of smth numbing* Avoid using your hands as much as possible for a day or two, so as to not irritate the damaged skin. Any other injuries I should know of?

[The stranger rubs his throat, staring at the bandaged fingers. After a moment of awkwardness, he seems to realise that Dr. Legundo expects an answer, and shakes his head.]

Abolish: *carries in a cup of hot chocolate, which is no longer hot* Here. The world's best drink to get comfortable.

[The newcomer takes the cup with a nod, and takes a sip. The drink is a bit too bitter for his taste, but Traveller stays quiet, instead studying the edge of the blanket Abolish lent him.]

Abolish: *Sigh* Say, how did you get frostbite in the middle of September?

Traveller: ...Side effect. Just- Died. A few times too many. It's- it's nothing.

Doc: *takes a moment to process* ...I'm sorry what.

[Traveller rolled up his right sleeve, uncovering a strange leather brace with a huge rectangle of thin orange glass on top. The glass lit up on touch, small white letters and numbers appearing on it, changing as the man dragged a finger over a strip on the edge.]

Traveller: I- I mean. I've been... decapitated about an-... *Stops scrolling* An hour? Two hours ago?

Abolish: *frowns. It has barely been an hour since Apo and Martyn found this man* ...Then what you are doing in Oakhurst, very much alive?

Traveller: *glances into the middle distance, before raising his gaze in thought* Oakhurst...? Oakhurst... *mumbles* I- Drift mentioned it...? *a bit louder* I'm not- I don't think I know what you - what are you talking about?

Abolish: *blinks* This town, in the middle of nowhere. You are in Oakhurst right now. You know Drift?

Traveller: *bites the inside of his cheek, glancing at Doc before averting his gaze to the floor, shoulders raised.* Well- A Drift? Like- I'm a Legundo. *Mumbles* Honestly, weird that this happened only now.

Doc: I- sorry, but I'm- not quite following?

Traveller: *takes another sip of hot chocolate* ... It's- just, world hopping, not- nothing much. *Puts the cup on the stool Abolish his by his bed, goes to get up.* You don't- I'll be gone, outta your hair, in- a few months? A bit over three. I- *tries to step around the two, but Abolish steps in his way* sorry, just- don't kill me, I- I leave on my own, I- I can leave on my own-!

Abolish: *gently directs Traveller back on the bed* Hey. Hey, it's alright – You're safe here. *Takes his hands off, feeling the other tense up under the touch.* Breath with me, c'mon. In.

Traveller: *wide mismatched eyes stare at the hunter's arms, freshly bandaged hands clutching at the blanket now under him* N-no, no, I- I'm fine, it's- I-! *He is hyperventilating.*

Abolish: One, two, three. Out. Four, five, six. It's okay, you're safe. In-

[After a minute, Traveller starts to repeat the hunter's breathing pattern, even if each inhale and exhale shakes twice as badly as he does. Doc observes the whole thing, conserned for his patient, yet marveling at Abolish coaching the other Legundo through calming down. The newcomer tugs the blanket up, and curls up under it, as if trying to hide.]

Abolish: ...Are you calmer now? *Answers Traveller's nod with his own.* Okay.

Doc: ...I think it's best that we leave our questions for later – You need rest.

Abolish: *After a moment of thought, nods in agreement* Yes. You can stay here, for now. Maybe you have questions yourself?

[Traveller bites his lower lip, before shaking his head, trembling hands picking the cup of hot chocolate back up.]

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For your to many legs AU, how has the appearance of 8 changed it? Also why is his nickname Virus?

Eight is a bitter man, trapped and puppeteered for the entertainment of an audience not yet fully within his comprehension (may that last bit stay forever true, for the continued wellbeing of his world's Legundo the Creator). He may not hurt other people, not directly, but he sure doesn't make himself likable. From surrounding North & Champion's house with soul torches, to tripping Pyro off the stepping stones and into the water...

The only ones to get any slack are Shelby "kindest heart in town" Shubble, and "toyed with by gods of chaos" Traveller. Even then, many a time Shubble and Scott found garlic planted by their door (Avid denied involvement when asked, tho he commended whoever did that), and Traveller often feels a tangible gaze from above on him.

As for the nickname...

Virus: No.

Oh, come on, Eight, please?

Virus: *turns around, tho it is useless* No. And it isn't useless – it accentuates my response.

*Sticks their tongue out* Killjoy! Well, it was inspired by an art of him I saw. The in-universe explanation is that it's kinda his species – he is a failed reality virus, created to leech energy and info or whatnot out of the universe of SBK. But, because of a mistake in his code, he doesn't do that, so his Creator uses him as an avatar to interact with SBK through, much to entertainment of the Audience.

This is also why he likes pink sheep, for all that his favourite animals are chickens – they are like him, tormented by life because of a mistake in their "code". He was just unlucky to be sentient.

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I thought of your “too many legs” au while watching the nether hub Legundo stream. Related to how the piglins HATED Legundo. What if pigundo, for a reason he couldn’t explain, HATES SBK!Legs? I think it would be pretty funny.

Champion: I hate the guy for a very explainable reason! I'm one of his main prank targets, and he's not afraid to use my- aversion to soul fire against me! And he killeD my ChiLD-!

[Suddenly, the piglin hybrid hunches in on himself, coughing violently. The black something coming up his throat disappears as soon as it's out, like it never existed and would never exist. After a few moments, the coughing fit subsides, leaving one confused piglin hybrid in the middle of the pale woods.]

[Purple eyes scan the dead trees – what is he doing alone all the way here? Doesn't matter, he decides oN His oWn, turning around to try and find his way to town – why, why bad sense of direction is one of the things Legundos share?!]

[Author's note under cut! Be warned, there's lots of text]

Awe, nice to know people like the scribbles my notes app struggles to contain! (16700+ words split between two files! Add 3300+ words I have just on Plague's universe, plus the various extra files and plot bits, and I can't contain this beast-)

I'm catching up on SBK after reading about this Eight character that popped up there. Most recently watched Legs' "Doomed and Distracted", and WHAT do you MEAN he accidentally destroyed season 1?!

Also (if you got this far), guess what's wrong with Champion? (I abandoned my original idea of making him a version of 100dmv Gundo – I have the "too similar for their comfort" thing with Plague and Doc, hence why I edited that part about Champion out of my first post on HmL. He's still off tho – his wRong is just more native to his universe now.)

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Another silly post, in answer to myownmeadow's comment:

Imagine Traveler finding not one, but SIX pink sheep, a whole flock of ‘em, one for each Legs. Out of curiosity, which Legses would keep one as a pet and what do you think they’ll name them?

Good thing Traveller had wheat on him – to Oakhurst they go! This world is blessed! (It's the happiest he's seen as ever since Apo and Martyn first found him.) By the unanimous agreement of the entire town, North is the designated shepherd, sharing the control over the town's food supplies with Cleo. He's one of the most qualified people to take care of the representatives of eldritch gods sheep.

The one Champion found was named Joanelle I, she was mentioned in The Problem Of Having Six Legundos post. She's jokingly heralded as the queen of pink sheep. Virus convinced the other Legundos to name a sheep each, and as their primary caretaker North got to name two (Traveller got to name Joanelle I already, and didn't have anymore ideas for names).

Hereby, Joanelle I got Bug, Daisy, Fluffy, Viktor, Marshmallow and O'khar the Terrible as her new friends (guess who named whom).

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Hi. Just a little funky bit.

All six adore sheep, pink ones in particular in the case of the non-doctors. Virus knows pink sheep are usually that way cuz there's something wrong with them (aka mutations) & he finds kinship. North appreciates sheep and their wool's warmth, like many from such cold climates would. Plague used to have a niche interest in sheep in his youth, one Doc still has. Champion simply finds the creatures cute. And Traveller is... self-explanatory.

When Champion stumbles upon one... You better bet he (gently) carried the thing all the way to town. Yes, with only one arm (he did his best to ensure the small things's comfort, even if it earned him a cramp).

(And if Joanelle I happens to be a minion of a certain Monarch... Well. They do need to know what's going on to do their job well.)

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A bit of plot, because I want the Legundos to be girl dads.

TW: blood, body possession of animals, mild animal on animal violence, semi-religious imagery, brief mention of dead animals, self-harm & allusion to self-harm of a minor, brief description of a panic attack, a bit of profanity. If I forgot smth, please tell me so I can add it.

The forest is quiet. Not a single bird sung its melody to the sun, not a single rodent scurried through the dried pine needles on the forest floor. The only thing moving about was a sheep – an odd sheep, sluggish and subborn in reaching its unknown goal. The thing paid no attention to the shrubbery and debris getting stuck in it's matted pink wool.

A bush to the side of the sheep's path shivered, but the animals paid it no mind. It didn't stop walking, dragging its feet forward, even as a wolf jumped at it from the bush and tore its teeth into the throat of its prey.

Blood poured to the ground from the fresh wound, and the sheep stopped, before turning and walking around oi a half circle. The wolf, flesh in his mouth dripping red, mirrored it's prey, glazed over eyes staring at the ground. The two animals met anew, and turned around to walk side by side in a straight line across the figure they have drawn.

They collapsed, as soon as the eye was finished. A twig snapped – or was it a bone? Boots hit the bloody forest floor. A breath, a beat of heart, and golden eyes with horizontal pupils opened to stare at the sacrifice.

The forest is quiet. Why is it quiet? It shouldn't be quiet.

Knees hit the bloody ground, and there is a child shaking on the forest floor, tears of tears dripping, falling, and mending themselves.

"No, no- Guard? Please, say something – Watcher. Archivist, Trader, please-!" It is quiet. "Judge? Sage, Magician? Scholar? Please, answer, why can't I hear you, it's not funny, please-"

Hands go up, and legs straighten, and boots step forward – but there is a wall, a barrier of golden fog. Fists hit, fists beat, but the fog is more solid than the fists, and poison pink is dripping down the golden wall. But fists don't stop, because the forest shouldn't be so quiet-!

———

"Fuck's sake..." Martyn grumbled, hobbling alongside Legundo – the one missing an eye who wasn't a doctor – in search of something. "You sure you felt something around here??"

The other man sighed, nudging his glasses up. "I- yeah. It's- my instincts have yet-"

"Yeah, yeah, your gut never failed you," waved off the blond with a groan.

Legundo glanced at his struggling companion. "You didn't- I could've gone alone."

Martyn let out a quiet curse when his bad leg twinged. "And let you be eaten by those wolves Owen mentioned? No thanks – Avid is insufferable enough without any actual deaths. Besides, it's not like I have anything better to do."

"I can-"

"Tell me that after you sleep."

And so, the two fell into silence again, only broken by occasional profanity from the blond.

The forest was silent – like the pale woods, only the trees around were all healthy pines. Everything felt a little to the left from fine, but Martyn held his tongue – that's exactly how Legundo beside him felt, if you looked at him too long. Maybe that uncanny feeling also appears if you spend a long time around him.

Suddenly, there was an arm in front of the blond, and Legundo went as still as the trees surrounding them. Martyn opened his mouth, but was shushed before a single sound left his lips.

The young man glanced at the other, frowning in confusion. Legundo was staring into the middle distance, either lost in thought or doing that "looking in third person" thing of his, and his head was tilted as if to-

There was a sound from their right. The world hopper grabbed Martyn by the elbow, and without a word dragged him in the sound's direction. It was what stopped the man, the blond realised, as a similar sound wormed it's way through the dead quiet.

———

It took wading through some thick shrubbery, but finally, Martyn and Legundo stepped out into a clearing. The more they took the scene in, the more the latter's shoulders tightened.

A big eye was drawn on the ground, two animal corpses lying in one of its corners – a pink sheep with a torn out throat, and a shaggy wolf with a bloody maw.

A bit further away, a person was sitting, slumped against where Martyn assumed the barrier to be – invisible to him, but a wall of golden fog to Scott, Ren, and all the Legundos. The person had curly pink hair – kinda like the wool of the sheep corpse nearby – and wore a short purple cape with a collar of dark pink fur over a faded white sweater.

They stared at Martyn and Legundo, some black thing running in rivulets from their wide yellow eyes and disappearing a few inches off their face. Bright pink stains hung in the air – they were on the barrier, probably – and the same bright pink pooled in the grass around the stranger's hands.

"...Ar-...tist...?" the person mumbled, their voice broken and stammering. Legundo blinked at the stranger, a bit of tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

"...Sorry? I'm- You've... Got the wrong guy, I think..?" the man said, stumbling over the words like a newborn fawn. He thinks...? Ah, right, amnesia.

The stranger struggled to catch their breath, stumbling to their feet as they continued to stare. Legundo fidgeted under their gaze, and averted his eyes, all of a sudden finding interest in the nearby animal corpses.

Between one blink and the next, he tumbled to the ground with an armful of sobbing pink and purple. Martyn didn't even have time to flinch – how fast was this... For the love of all things holy, are they a child?!

The kid – sweet heaven, they're so small in Legundo's arms – clutched at the world hopper's sweater, poison pink staining the worn fabric. The man looked at a loss of what to do, hands hovering over the little stranger's back – it's as if never in his memory did he have to comfort someone. Which is probably true, Martyn thought absently, kneeling beside the other two.

[The little stranger sobbed something about the quiet – they didn't like the silence, it seems. So Martyn started talking, putting Legundo's hands around the kid in a hug and adding some head pats of his own. He rambled about Oakhurst, about its people, and how he and Legs can take the child there, where there's noise and warmth and no bloody drawings on the ground.]

[Legundo was quick to get the memo, and stood up, child in arms. Martyn hobbled to his feet, the twinge in his bad foot making him regret volunteering to go all this way, and the two went back to town, the world hopper adding his own rambling to Martyn's – something about building projects.]

[After a while, wind reappeared, and birds sang, and all felt right in the world again. Well, all except Legundo, but that's a him problem – he likely needs some alone time. The kid grew quiet by then, though they still clutched at the world hopper's sweater and refused to open their eyes.]

[Martyn reaslised that the bright pink is the little one's blood, but weakening their white-knuckled grip had proven to be futile back in the weird clearing. Besides, the flow of the weird liquid stopped soon after the three – well, two – started moving. The blond's still gonna make sure one of the docs takes a look at the kid's hands, just in case.]

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Hi! A lil bit about Plague in "How many Legs", while the file as a whole is 8700+ words strong and developing snippets of plot from hell knows where. (As is customary, beware the onslaught of text below cut)

[As a vamp powerful enough to break Scott like a dry twig (on account of being who knows how many stages higher), how will Plague tip the scales of the human-vamp war (if it even happens)?]

[...Less than you think. And not in favour of the logical direction, either.]

Scott: *knocks on the outside door of Plague's basement*

Plague: *opens the door*

Scott: I have an offer.

Plague: *silently raises an unimpressed eyebrow*

Scott: With so many humans around, and so few of us, I believe it is most beneficial if you, Owen and I work together.

Plague: ...I spent enough of my eternity helping humanity destroy itself. No, thank you. *Closes and locks the door.*

—

Apo: *knocks on the outside door to Plague's basement*

Plague: *opens the door*

Apo: *Puts on a brave front* For the safety of humans in Oakhurst, I request that you leave the town peacefully.

Plague: ...Return with that once you stop shaking from just looking at me. *Closes the door. He is not seen till the end of the next day, when he returns from a hunting trip to the forest with a couple of animal carcasses.*

[...Yeah, he doesn't care enough about conflicts, and while humans in this scenario wouldn't trust him enough to request or accept his help, they'd be too scared of what he can do to bother him much either.]

[I mean, when Avid (in pre-vampirism Avid fashion) put a silver block under Plague and Traveller's porch, the vamp was the one to remove it. Even if the thing gave him horrible, slow healing burns, as Doc found out about a week later.]

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Comment by @myownmeadow on my previous post:

This is quite interesting… I wonder how people would react to there being 6 Legundos lol. Also what Avid specifically would think about Pigundo being obviously-SOMETHING-not-human but not having the faintest idea of what.

Here's my answer, even if it wasn't really a question (warning – I rarely give short answers. A bit over 500 words below cut):

[Having six versions of the same person around is... weird. At first, the general reaction was various shades of "nope. Too sober/young/old for this". After a while, there's just exasperation left.]

Martyn, loudly: Hey, Legs-

Traveller: *digs himself out of the ground where he somehow ended up while caving*

Plague: *peeks through a window of his basement, bottles with questionable liquids in hand*

Virus: *drops upside down from where he's building his roof, feet hooked on the ledge of what he got so far*

Doc: *glances down from where he's struggling with his own roof*

Champion: *looks up from where he's tinkering with silver on his and North's porch*

North: *pauses while shearing Joanelle I for more blankets for Champion*

All six of them, in perfect unison: Yes?

Martyn: Um-! No, I-... I meant Doc-

Plague: *raises an eyebrow, setting down his chemical equipment*

Doc: *lowers the hammer Champion made him with a confused frown*

Martyn, to an accompaniment of metaphorical crickets: ...You need nicknames, people. The not-edgelord one, please?

Champion: *snorts*

North, with a confused frown: ...

[And that's how they came to having nicknames.]

Plague, equally confused: ...What is an-?

[As to what Avid thinks of Champion's inhuman nature... He doesn't realise at first that only North and Doc are human Legundos (Champion doesn't have all that many piglin-specific traits, as a semi-material being Virus can dematerialise his avian features, Traveller himself is unaware he ain't human, and Plague... Yeah, that one's on Avid). And here's what the conversation's like when he does:]

Avid: VAMPIRE!

Champion: *jumps, hand freezing where he was trying to make some more tools out of silver* Wha-

Avid: You can't hide anymore, I have you!

Champion: The hell-?

Avid: *threateningly waves a stake in the other's general direction* I won't let you suck on anyone in town-!

Champion: *blushes* Excuse me, what-?

Plague, who was chilling in the shade nearby: *starts cackling in the world's best impression of both an insane cartoon villain and an evil semi-eldritch seagull.*

Champion: *blushes harder, glaring at the scientist* Shut it! *turns back to Avid, who was spooked into stopping his tirade* And the Nether yer talking about? What's a "wham-pyre"??

Avid: ...Huh?

Champion: Is it, like, some local slang word for gay people?

Plague: *chokes on his laughter, bends over wheezing and coughing. By the gods he stopped believing in on the front lines, he doesn't remember the last time he laughed this hard.*

Avid, very confused: ...Huh??

[Cue to about half an hour of Avid explaining to Champion what vampires are. The piglin hybrid facepalms at the end of it, and then uses the silver tools he's working on to chase Avid away. Does Champion consider the vamp hunter to be a blind idiot? Yes. To be fair, after Virus everyone just assumed that Plague is also a member of some race his world has but this one doesn't. The man is that far up the vamp stages.]

[cloudycat05]

Hi. So, first ever non-art post.

I was inspired by a comment by @betweenlands that discussed how v!Legundo would react to meeting various other Legundos. It made me think: "what if we put them all together, kinda Undertale AU style?" So, I present you the idea of "How many Legs" – shenanigans, a bit of existential horror, and a doctor or two questioning his life choices are guaranteed.

The premise, as I said, is several Legundos being put in one universe – I decided to land 'em all in VSMP before the discovery of vamps.

Specific Legundos: post-Haunted Winter 100dmv Legundo, PiglinGundo, SBK! Legundo (warning: I have watched a grand total of 5 episodes of SBK, all from Legs' POW), post-retirement GoT Scenario Legundo (debating whether to make him an Ice Dragonborn like my AllSupernat! Legundo or not. I'm leaning more towards not, for the sake of Doc), and post-Oakhurst StarterSwap!Legundo (he's getting help, don't worry).

Everyone's general vibes (and nicknames I'll be using for them for my and your convenience):

Traveller: ball of anxiety. "So many people, too many people-!" *curls up under a blanket in Abolish's house with a cup of hot chocolate the man found somewhere.*

North: chilling (ha!), even if he regrets having high alcohol tolerance. That's not how he thought his retirement from royalty would go, but eh.

Champion: he is freezing, he is shaking from too much oxygen, and his arm prosthetic is Wither knows where.

Virus: out of his own volition or not, he's here to be a menace.

Doc: spiked with whiskey tea from Abolish is the only thing keeping him together.

Plague: the true "real monster trying to do better". For a guy this objectively horrifying, tho, he is hilariously bad at being a vampire.

[cloudycat05]

*rises from the grave* Have a Legundo from a VSMP AU of mine. The AU's main premise is, as the placeholder name suggests, that all of Oakhurst is not human in some shape or form. Features a lot of self-indulgency mushed together into this Frankenstein's monster of a world.

Legundo in particular is, as stated, an Ice Dragonborn. Amongst notable features of this sub-species of Dragonborn are:

Partial fur coverage; frostbite-coloured hands and feet;

Deer-like horns (Legs keeps his short enough to hide with his hair. Not only to better blend in among humans, but also because they tend to snag on things, and they get heavy even without all the icicles, which messes with the man's balance)

Horn-like ears, typically referred to as ear horns due to their rigid nature. This feature, notably, makes them more sensitive to the vibrations of sound – Ice Dragonborn are famous for their hearing.

Legundo has an eye pendant – the Eye of the Architect, given to him by the man himself back when Legundo was still the King in the North (that's Game of Thrones Scenario and 100dmv lore and headcanons mixed in, yes).

That meeting drastically changed the then-king's religious beliefs, which led to him being overthrown and executed (don't worry, a 3000 yrs long nap fixed the decapitation. To kill a Dragonborn, you need a Dragonborn, after all, and Legs doesn't hate himself that much).

Also, a lil funny snippet (transcript of the dialogue is in the alt text, in case you can't understand my chicken scratch):

Don't forget to keep your Ice Dragonborn cool during summer – the heat makes it difficult to manifest their ice magic, so they can't do it themselves. And Legundo could hibernate the hot weather away, like he always does, but he promised to help Scott and Pyro with reconstructing the castle. (Yes, he adopted all of Oakhurst – legally, even, in Pyro's case. To him, a nest and a hoard are different names for the same thing, and this Legundo is nothing if not a people hoarder)

[cloudycat05]

G'night, or whatever time it is at your current location. It's almost 4am at mine, and I just finished this piece above that I started 3 or 4 days ago.

This is a scene in an AU of mine. Questions are welcome, if you have any.

Below cut is the sketch & a lil of backstory for the pic (warning: spoilers in the latter)↓

Here's the sketch↓

And the story↓

So, it's a VSMP AU I currently call "Project: Lucifer". It was inspired by the fanfic "Army Dreamers" from Honeiipuff on AO3 and the song "Lust" from Marino on YT (I'll add the links in the morning, if I don't forget).

The premise is that the government of Legs' country tried to make a supersoldier (Captain America style, kinda?), and started by modifying vampirism. Legundo, fresh from the war and wishing to do right by all the people he had hurt and/or failed, was convinced (likely via deception) to take part in the project as a test subject.

Only, the project backfired spectacularly – Legundo turned into an unkillable war machine keen on tearing apart all living things it touches (what actually happened is vampirism exaggerating all of Legundo's emotions tenfold – a very bad thing to happen to someone who quite recently left the front lines. Vampirism also sharpens memories, which is even worse).

Because of being unstable and uncontrollable, Legundo was locked away, declared dead by assassination to the wider public, and the files on Project Lightbringer were either destroyed or buried in secrecy.

But the artificial vampire didn't stay imprisoned – within just three years, the man turned beast had managed to break out. Afraid and overwhelmed, he went into hiding, never to be seen again.

In the soldier's stead, a young man wearing the same name appeared, applying for med school. None suspect his inhuman nature – not when he can change Stages at will (for all that the change is highly draining) and pretend to be human down to simulating a heartbeat.

He even got around his lack of the standard for vampires Stage 1 – the scars on his ears are from cutting off the sharp parts, and the silver jewellery weakens him just enough to pass his strength for that of a human.

Life as an artificial vampire is not easy for Legundo – staying around humans for too long brings the risk of being discovered and recaptured, and he knows nothing of how vampire society operates to get much help from there. But he makes due, traveling around the countryside and healing those who for any reason couldn't get adequate healthcare otherwise.

Legundo's travels, much like in canon, bring him to Oakhurt. Things happen (I have yet to compile all the divergencies from canon events), the forest is burned, and so are Oakhurst's walls. Scott makes a mistake of goading a pacifist by choice into snapping, and gets thrown into the ground from way too high by a monster made to kill anything, undead included.

And the art above is Stage 3 Legundo standing over Scott's prone (but not yet dead) form. The Sin of Pride, rising above all, undefeatable by any known means (and you better bet Legundo tried while checking through trial and error what vampire myths apply to him).