Is not something that anyone would expect to hear shouted across the Church of the Divine Dreamer, at one of her prophets no less, yet it sounds so perfectly natural to the tune of the voice of one Weasel Duxile.
Everyone knows that he was never taught any manners.
Duxile’s always do whatever they like, regardless of how removed they are from their direct ancestor.
How annoying.
Cylion’s face wings flutter at the call that came from behind him as he turns to face his jade blooded visitor.
“Dorili. What a pleasant surprise.” He greets, with a tight smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Don’t play with me, Lefera,” Weasel shoots back when he finally closes the distance that sat between them, though he only marginally lowers his voice. “You need to be careful where you poke that silly little face. I felt you.”
The yellow blood stares down at the jade blood with shock that he hides well. Piercing red eyes glower back up at him, a display that is less of a threat when factoring in the height differences. The jade blood nearly has to crane his neck to fix the look properly.
His meaning is loud and clear though — Cylion did pay a visit to the dreams of this young Duxile the evening before, just to test the waters of whether or not the line’s tracking abilities work subconsciously.
He has his answer.
Mild irritation bounces Weasel’s leg.
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Cylion tilts his head, wings twitching behind him. He should take care not to talk to him so flippantly in his own domain like this.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dorili.”
Weasel bares his fangs, another threat Cylion does not react to.
“I know you were there.”
“I am here. Always.” The mutant’s smug grin causes the smaller troll’s eye to twitch.
“Lefera.”
“Duxile?” His smile broadens as he raises a hand as if beckoning for what he would call an ‘escort’ off of the property. “Do you need anything else?”
Weasel sneers, unhappy with the threat.
“No? A pleasure as always.”
“Watch your step, Lefera. The world is much bigger than these four walls.”
“I am very well aware of that.”
Weasel says nothing, storming back out the way he came.
Cylion humans, delighted, as he returns to his work, making a mental note of another subset of powers that his own are significantly weaker against.
Call it self preservation, call it paranoia, or even call it agoraphobia, whatever anyone wants to call it, the fact is a simple one; Reid makes an effort to stay where he is safe and sound in Koteus’s hive.
In the five years since he found himself stuck on Alternia, he can count on just his two hands the amount of times he’s left the safety of the secluded territory. Even then, most of that was moving from the safety of one hive to the next. Which is why his current existence at the farmer’s market just outside of the House of Restoration is such a marvel.
The trolls shuffling around him don’t even know they’re dealing with a tried and true homebody.
He stands awkwardly near a stand that claims to sell some sort of berry from some distant colony planet, cultivated here on Alternian soil.
An alien fruit, the only thing he has anything in common with aside from Alli, the person who got him all disguised up and dragged him out here in the first place.
they disappeared into the crowd ages ago, in his effort to find them he found himself here with this alien fruit.
Reid stares at the berries blankly, wondering what the chances of him being allergic to these orange raspberry shaped fruits might be. He isn’t allergic to regular berries, but alien, Alternian raised berries might prove to explode human heads or something.
Suddenly the edges of his vision start to blur and it feels like his heart is about to pound its way out of his chest.
The world starts spinning.
He needs to find Alli.
He turns on his heels and starts to go in the direction he last saw them go in.
Slam!
He walks directly into the chest of a stranger that must’ve been standing too close. Or maybe he took too big a stride.
All he knows is that briefly his world is engulfed in soft gray fabric and then two steady hands grip his shoulders and hold him in place, arms length apart.
“Hey, bud. Aren’t you going to get my name before motorboating me?”
The voice belonging to the pair of hands, laced in a bit of humor, grounds him, but just enough to realize he is standing much too close to a stranger. He pulls away quite dramatically and stares up at the troll.
Sweater with a fleet emblem, purple eyes, fuck.
All that’s missing is some facepaint.
Reid takes a half step back.
His eyes are kind, hands up to show he doesn’t mean any harm, with a slouch that indicates he is trying to portray a more lax stature.
Anyone can fake those things.
Reid’s eyes dart from the troll in front of him to the rest of the crowd milling through the market.
He must look like he is about to dart himself because the stranger sets a hand on his shoulder again.
“Hey. Stay with me kid. You don’t look so hot.”
“I need to find my friend.”
“Can’t even find your own feet.” He says with a small laugh, almost pitying in nature, as he gently guides Reid to sit at a curb. The panicked human does nothing to fight against it. His voice is actually pretty soothing. “Got a name?”
“Casper. My name is Casper.”
“Alrighty Casper. I’m Laeche. Lai’s good too. How about you take a drink of that water there and we sit here and wait for your friend together?”
Reid nods slowly, patting around for the water bottle hanging off of his backpack. When he finds and unclips it he drinks in big gulps while keeping his eye on the purple blood.
His heart thrums in his throat still.
Laeche.
He seems content to just sit there fiddling with his purchases for the day, then he takes out his phone and swipes through what must be a list, and back to fussing in his bags.
“It’s the craziest thing, Cas. I get back home for the first time in a handful of perigees, I got two brats sending me to the market for ingredients.”
“Is it laziness?”
“They love to boss me around.” He shakes his head. “Crazy, right?”
“I know the feeling.”
“Speaking of. Feeling better?”
Before Reid can answer, someone casts a shadow over the pair and Laeche adjusts himself to take a more defensive posture over him.
The figure speaks before he gets a chance to see.
“Casper!”
It’s Alli. Thank god. thank god he didn’t take off when he wanted to.
“Rorian! You disappeared.”
Just like that, the purple blood relaxes and continues to dig in his bag.
“Yeah. Sorry about that.” They rub the back of their head as they mumble their apology. Excitable nature temporarily muted to leave room for sincerity. “Did you make a new friend?!”
“This is Laeche.”
“Hola.” Laeche says with a half wave as he stands.
“Hola!” Is Alli’s enthusiastic reply. “Leaving already?”
“Yeah. I need to find some peppers. It’s been real, Casper. Rorian take good care of my buddy here, will you?”
“You got it, chief!”
As he walks by he mumbles something into Alli’s ear that Reid doesn’t quite catch. They immediately gasp and rip their backpack off to dig around for something in it.
“What’s up?” Reid asks with the tilt of his head, standing up now.
“Heh, uhm. Don’t freak out,” they request quietly, as calmly as they can, as they pull up a small jar of paint from the bag. “He said you’re sweating through on the back of your neck.”
This one came to me in a vision btw.
It’s great to have a man on the inside!
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Due to his position in the fleet and, more importantly, his status as a member of The Overseer’s handpicked crew, Laeche has come to enjoy access to many secrets being held by the Empire and its fleet. It is a list that stretches from unmarked weapons testing grounds to the flight patterns of prison ships.
Valuable information.
Information that should definitely stay out of the wrong hands.
The way Laeche sees it is that everyone has a secret. No matter how sweet and innocent or vile and cruel that person may be, there is bound to be some aspect of themselves that they are concealing from the world. This is also a truth that extends to a society itself.
Not out of shame or fear, but convenience, the Alternian government conceals information from its population all the time.
The purple blood is grateful for his peak behind the curtain.
Laeche makes his way into the grounded fleet vessel that he was summoned to, going over the diagnostics he has to run on the engine before the vessel can take off for the evening.
It has been a very long few perigees working on it solo, but that is what he was asked to do.
The less hands touching a secret the better it is for the sake of the project and all that.
That aforementioned convenience.
Upon entering the vessel he is greeted by a violet blood that comes up to about chin height to him, doing the usual pat down for bugs and paranoid looking around behind him to make sure he wasn’t followed.
He allows the manhandling to take place.
“You know, usually it’s the people that are working against the empire with such strict protocols.” He starts with a smirk in lieu of a greeting. “Should I be worried?”
The scientist sneers at him in response, fins pinned back as he moves to shut the door.
“I’ve worked too long and too hard to be thwarted now. Do you know how much rebel activity happens on this miserable rock?”
“‘Thwarted’ is a word villains use.” Laeche says casually, smacking the gum in his mouth as he meanders further along into the ship.
The ship would be nothing to write home about if it were not for the fact that it was refitted to look almost exactly like a laboratory. Odds and ends one would expect to find in an experimental facility with tubes and wires running through it toward a common area that housed a giant glowing vat. Home to a mysterious liquid with a troll suspended in it, a troll soaking in all of those sweet sweet chemicals.
There is just one thing that Laeche hates in a way that has him seeing red and he has been working silently beside it for nearly half a sweep now.
It makes his skin itch.
The only parts of the ship that remain ungutted are the engine room and coms station to man the thing. His only means off of Alternia when his work is done.
“After I run my diagnostics on the engine you’ll be all set to send for a crew to fly you out of here, sir.”
Where will he take this experiment when he is done?
The engineer never bothered to ask, the less he knew about whatever super soldier project this was the better it would ultimately be for everyone involved.
“Good, I never want to set foot on this miserable rock again.”
“What an impressive show of allegiance.”
“Get to work.”
Laeche puts both hands up as he meanders over in the direction of the engine room, taking time to throw one more pitying gaze at the experiment as he passes it.
Briefly, he wonders how aware of the world around them they are in there.
Then he hopes that the answer is not at all.
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Hours pass before the engineer emerges from his work — A critical failure put him behind in the timeline. The scientist sits in the common area with a scowl cemented to his face. Like a disappointed parent he says nothing as Laeche fully enters the room, following his movements only with his eyes.
“Well.”
“So there was a minor setback.”
Oh, if looks could kill.
“What kind of setback?” The scientist grits.
“The kind where you’re stuck on this miserable rock for at least another day.”
“That is unacceptable.”
“Them's the breaks.” Laeche says very simply, his attention now fully on the vat in front of him. “I can fix it in time for a preflight check tomorrow though.”
“That is unacceptable I said! Your commanding officer will hear about this!”
“General Kellon is already aware that you need me a bit longer. It’s just another night.”
The violet blood shoots to his feet and Laeche catches the glimpse of a grim expression crossing his features in the reflection of the glass.
Scary!
“Why are you playing games with me?”
“We’re both men of science--” he is cut off by a scoff from the higher blooded troll. It rolls off of his back. “Surely you’ve had things fall apart for seemingly no reason at all.”
“What have you been doing all day then?”
“Fixing it.”
Almost as if on cue the lights on the ship go dead, from the delicate hum and glow of the vat it seems like the only thing spared from the outage is the life support hooked up to the experiment.
Laeche laughs breathlessly.
“That wasn’t me.”
Before the seadweller gets a chance to broadcast his disapproval with the situation, though the sneer he wears is plenty good at getting the message across on its own, something large comes barreling out of the darkness and straight for him.
The resulting crash all but shakes the ship off of its foundation.
Laeche turns around to face the masked intruder, large clawed gloves piercing into the skin where they held the scientist up by the neck. In the sudden silence that flooded the room, the purple blood could almost hear the fluid being pumped into the troll from the bulky containers that wrapped around the cuffs of the gloves.
The scientist claws uselessly at the assailant’s wrist.
“Get-- Get this thing off of me.” He barks at him, choking on his own blood.
Laeche sighs.
“Can you drop him?”
The intruder obliges and drops his victim in a heap at his feet, when he tries to stand again he crumples almost immediately.
“You’ll have to forgive my brother,” the engineer starts to explain, eyes cold as his gaze sweeps over the scene. “He has no home training.”
He stares back in astonishment.
“Your brother?”
“Sh. You’ll want to hear what I have to say,” he continues, gesturing to his brother as he does. “Nene here just pumped you full of what I’m guessing is a lethal dose of poison.”
“Lo siento.” The mask troll offers, with a simple shrug.
The scientist sputters, hands reaching for his neck where it no doubt has started to sting something awful. He stares up at the pair with a suddenly humbled expression.
Pleading, almost.
“Thing is, I always walk with antivenom. So I don’t think you’ll die. It’d be painful though. It’s paralytic. Starts in the legs pretty quickly, then it starts to shut everything down. Usually in two or so hours. Worried about the amount he got into you, though.”
He lulls his head over to look to his brother for confirmation.
“An hour if he’s lucky.”
“I don’t think he’s lucky--”
“What do you want?” The scientist spits back at them. “Is it money?”
“I want you to tell us how to get them out of there.” He indicates the vat with his head. “Alive.”
“What?”
“You’d waste precious time having me explain myself?”
The seadweller hisses and when neither of them respond to the pitiful threat display he drags both of his hands down his face.
It seems he’d rather not die here. Not like this, at least.
It does not take long for the brothers to dismantle the contraption, maybe about fifteen or twenty minutes, and pull the troll out of the foul smelling chemicals. Laeche finds an old blanket to wrap around their emaciated form. Then he sits on the ground beside them, fore and middle fingers pressed to the neck in search of a pulse.
He gives Vineno a thumbs up when he finds it, thready but steadily getting stronger.
“Your end…Of the bargain.” The seadweller rasps between labored breaths, now slumped over in a corner behind the three. If Laeche had to guess, the man will have almost certainly lost most if not all of the function in his extremities by now.
It’s a marvel he’s speaking at all.
“About that,” the purple blood says with a smile that shows off his fangs. “I never really promised you anything.”
The scientist sputters up blood instead of protest.
“But we aren’t the torturing type. Nene wants to give you one small mercy as a thank you.”
Vineno says nothing as he walks toward the troll.
Laeche cradles the head of the rescued experiment in his lap as the sound of crunching bones fills the air.
“You’re going to be okay now.” He whispers to them. “Nene will take you somewhere safe.”
After the embrace, Laeche stands and starts to meander back toward the engine room.
Vineno follows.
When they are good and alone, Laeche lets out a big sigh that also sees him deflating the tension he held in his back.
“I don’t know how you can be so serious all the time, Nene.” He muses as he sits himself at his workstation, letting himself relax further as he does. “It’s exhausting.”
“It’s a talent of mine.”
“Alright, let’s get to the part where you beat the shit out of me.”
“Gladly.”
“I sent a message to the flying crew that he’s ready for systems check this evening. They’ll be here in a few hours, go make a mess so it looks like you struggled.”
Vineno tsks behind him. It was not as though he needed to be told how to do his job.
“Hazme un paro, por favor.” The engineer says as he puts his goggles on.
Uhm.
I know I talk a lot about the shit Persep used to do.
And also, I realized I've never written an Areios centric drabble in the eleven years that he's existed so.
Can I fancy you in a blast from the past?
tws: torture, cannibalism, starvation (but nothing in too graphic a detail)
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“Hey big guy, you hungry?”
The snarl Persep received in return was all the confirmation he needed.
The mortician fully entered the room to find his friend exactly where he left him, shackled to the floor in the corner of his basement.
It was a long and arduous task, getting the poor guy to this point of depravity where he couldn’t even have a proper conversation because of the way the hunger stabbed at him, but Persep was a man of science.
Never a quitter.
Areios stood up as the man of science in question leaned against the doorframe to watch him, it seemed that the emaciated giant couldn’t quite find it in himself to get to his full height. He hunched over in a bid to keep his head from grazing the low ceiling and snarled once more.
“Have you noticed that none of your friends have to check on you?” Persep tutted softly, resting his head against the frame now. “I am the only one looking to care after you, Areios.”
Areios’s snarl died down into a low rumbling growl and, with hunger clouding his judgment, he lunged at his captor only to be yanked back by the chain and accompanying shackle affixed to his neck.
Persep only smiled back at him, having not even flinched for the effort.
“Oh, Areios. Don’t worry, I brought a meal.”
Dazed from his tumble, the giant did not respond to the mention of a meal save for eyeing the doorway with anticipation, ears pinned back.
He couldn’t tell the last time he’d eaten if a calendar was placed directly in front of him.
“Atta boy.”
Persep did not stay in the room to bask in the glory of having tamed his old friend, instead he stepped out to grab dinner as promised.
It was upsetting for him when he’d heard that he was making an effort to kick his cannibalistic tendencies. Inconvenient, really. Suddenly deciding that there are morals and ethics to take into account when looking for a meal.
What was he to do with morals and ethics? He would not just stand around and watch his muscle get all soft on him.
Not a chance in hell. Persep is a man of science after all.
And he’d never been quitter.
All of that to say, Areios was not expecting this meal to be anything other than some poor unsuspecting troll that meandered a little too close to the border of their shared forest. Even then, there was no way of guessing what Persep did end up coming back with.
When the door reopened Persep had a troll in tow by the hair and a grin on his face that was uncharacteristically giddy.
Areios watched the squirming troll wordlessly. The corners of his lips twitched when the scent of fresh blood washed over his senses.
“I keep my promises,” Persep explained as he shoved the blueblood within arms length of the starved behemoth. “I always do.”
Once again, Areios lunged and this time his prey had the misfortune of crumbling beneath him. He dragged them back to his corner before he could even get a good look at them.
Across the room Persep watched with morbid fascination.
Before he got the chance to bite into his meal a voice rang out above the clanging of his chains.
A very familiar voice, high pitched and frantic, as they thrashed uselessly in his grip.
“Areios! Wait. Please.”
The beast stopped, eyes wide as turned the troll to face him.
“Sarrca?” He managed to say, voice hoarse and dry from disuse.
“Listen to me, I know you’re hungry. I know it. But you can’t let him win. He’ll hold it over your head for the rest of both of your lives.”
Having caught her moirails eyes, she ceased her twisting and turning to pet his arms.
His stomach growled, ferociously, but the look on his face gave clear insight into the war between love and hunger that waged on violently within him.
“Areios, I –”
Before she could continue her pleading he snarled again, pushed her away, and retreated further into his corner.
“Areios –”
“Areios!”
This time she was cut off by Persep, with a voice louder than it’s ever been. Angrier than anyone expected. Impatience was never a good look on him.
The gazes of the pair followed the sound to make direct eye contact with the mortician just as his eyes lit up from his engaged voodoos.
Sarrca could only sit there, statue still with her mouth screwed shut, as her moirail crawled toward her on all fours.
Persep did not release his old on the two until the sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching, along with the heavy scent of blood, filled the air.
He was delighted to find that the sight unfolding in front of him, grisly affair that it was, did not stop when Areios was released from his control.
forgot my night time garlic bread in the oven for the length of 2 mythbusters wpisodes and when i opened the oven door it was so thoroughly cremated that i was blinded not by smoke and ash but what surely must have been its Soul as well
Finally at a point where I can work on these again without causing myself bodily harm, though slots will be EXTREMELY limited due to working full time.
I did end up changing some prices, but only to the add-ons, as I felt I’d priced them unfairly towards myself, given how much time each piece takes me.
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i wanna rb that positivity meme but i genuinely cannot remember when or why i followed a single one of you. im still here because i love u. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk
You've Got Questions and I've Got Answers OC Edition
Do they have any crafting hobbies?
Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?
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Do they enjoy baking?
Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?
If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?
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When they're sick what do they do to feel better?
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What is more important to them, friends or family?
Would they ever betray someone for money?
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If they were real would you be friends with them?
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I love these so I figured I'd make one of my own! Just be sure that if you reblog this ask one or two of these to the person you reblogged from (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Hi hello instead of working on ArtFight I ended up being consumed with the need to make Odarem new sprites bc I couldn't stand how outdated and limited his originals were,
Anyway here's the love of my life with new sketch sprites <3
