Welp. Another OC. Kinda my vibe, kinda not, but in the final conclusion, I like her. Of course she had to be intelligent construct because I'm a fan of clankers.
The wings were kinda random idea but later why not? ZZZ last time likes to add to the game 'angelic characters'. All of them have more bird ones so I made robotic design. (Inspired by Titania Donann Skin from Warframe and Freedom Gundam). She can hide them inside and don't use it often.
Of course she has to have some outfits. I noticed some robots in ZZZ wear clothes (like my Beloved Billy or Elfy) or not ( like Aria and Vesper). Looks like personal choice.
Character and bio different time, but I slowly cooking it. May I show it someday, may not. Y'know me.
Setup; you're a leader of an underground organization that's been making moves in the Ballet twins Hollow and some surrounding ones. Pubsec has been trying to find ways to slow you down, and have enlisted help from VHK.
VHK have managed to catch you by surprise and have split up hunting the different commanders of your group.
(may do another part)
Story:
You were doing routine hopping, keeping an eye on your boys as they dispersed as far and wide as water on a ripping hot skillet. The location was always new, this time under an old broken overpass with the rubble of the fallen road bridge under you as you watch your men delve into some unstable fissures with their bangboo.
This last mission had gone off just as you wanted, an organized and dispersed strike at several locations around New Eridu. It was more than enough to get you the chance to work with some of your less agreeable contacts to complete your deal.
Now you are nearly ready for the last strike, your men now being more than armed enough it'd just take some more drilling and they'd be able to work with deadly precision.
"Boss. We're shifting our warehouse, the pubsec's getting too close." Your first lieutenant walks over to you, whispering in your ear.
He was a member of the defense force, but ended up abandoned during the hollow disaster, causing his less than trusting personality to many except you. He was wearing standard civ clothing, in colors allowing for urban camo.
"What info do we have on their investigaiton?" You gently lean to the side in response.
"Not much, our inside guy has been booked up with other work. He presses too hard we lose him."
"Risk we can't right take. I see. What do we know of their movements?"
"Circling the docs, including increased patrols of the surrounding buildings."
You take a minute to consider the information. "How many?"
"Excuse me?"
"What's the number we're talking about. Are we seeing a dozen, five, what?" You shoot him a sharp gaze.
"We're seeing a half dozen within a three minute response time. Don't tell me you want to wage open on them." His weathered and greyed skin wrinkles around his squinting eyes.
"You needn't be so cautious friend. We should move slowly, no unnecessary risks. Get people moving things to our backups outside the city. We may have to start causing a ruckus to provide a better opportunity for that though."
His gaze returns to his standard hard neutral glare. Its but a moment of silence of you two considering your next moves before distant yelling catches your attention.
Then you see in the distance of the hollow, a red flare shoot into the sky and explode.
You and your lieutenant share a grim look, and at once you get to work.
"All right boys!" You yell to the mix of men divvying up a number of military resources all taken by the flare marker.
"We've got work to do, I need three teams on me. Echo, Helios and X-ray we set up one hundred clicks dew east.
"X-ray, take the rear in the best tower you can. Echo set up your team with heavy suppression out front, you're funneling them to Helios and Echo." You divvy up orders to the commanders of each unit, getting an in unison response.
"Yes Boss!"
As those men rush to grab their gear the lieutenant starts barking orders at the remaining men to hurry them through the fissure.
Not long passes before you stand, in tactical gear comparable to the defense force with a small unit of men in a second story office building with broken windows, observing the incoming street now reduced to mostly foundation.
Your men had just a few explosives to hide amongst the rubble. So you sit and wait. Your men are ready in the distinct silence, a few fidget with their weapons and gear to ensure everything's in place.
Behind the mask you can feel a wide grin play across your face in anticipation. 'Let's see what becomes of these intruders.' you think as you see another red flare go up just outside your operating area.
'Bastards are good. Should make this interesting.'
Just as you finish, Echo begins the operation as their fire starts lighting up the field.
From your vantage point you can't see much, but do see a few pubsec officers. A number with shields, though ineffective as paper here. You watch the unit drop.
Your grin becomes more pissed as you see who they were escorting, and quickly you use the dead radio line, "Heads up we're in deep waters. They've got pro raiders. No mistakes or your dead."
You turn to your team, motion for them to change position just as X-ray starts laying down fire on the thrien girl running down the street now.
'Damn, we've avoided making contact with them. How did they get wrapped up in this pubsec op?!'
"Split into two, pin and try to take her down as fast as possible. And keep all coms dead."
A young recruit starts to raise his voice;
"No questions. If you don't do as I say, you will be killed." You push the young man forward as the team splits ducking between alleys and buildings to a backup engagement zone.
You're gonna have to get real risky to pull this off. You move ahead ensuring your sword is properly secured. Close range combat isn't advised for her, but you could probably hold her off with your teams doing their job.
So you get to the engagement zone, it used to be a large intersection, but the buildings had been collapsed and blocked off the road and created an impassible dead end.
The explosions in the distance and sporadic gunfire means she was getting close.
Then you see her, covered in ash and soot, clearly unhappy. She doesn't offer much time to talk as she almost immediately starts to rush at you.
"Woah, and you think you can beat me? You're quite impatient young lady." You tease opening your empty arms, causing her to stop and put up her guard.
"Why are all big bosses like this, it's so annoying-." She gives a scornful high schooler response.
"What could you possibly mean? I'm simply just told to go along with this and that under threat. So you thinking so narrow of these people doesn't-" She rushes and swipes at your head.
Drawing your blade you manage to stop her large weapon from hitting you, but it did knock you a good bit to the side.
"For being a maid, you're quite rude." You dust yourself off.
"And you're quite annoying!" She gives an overhand swing as she runs at you again.
"Uncouth." Now ready for her made it much easier to dodge the wide attack.
"Well, you're the one who started this fight. I've not attacked-"
*Clang*
Your weapons impact each other.
"Shut. UP!"
Her disengagement throws you back a step as she jumps a good distance away.
"You're quite persistent. I admire your- woah." You duck down to a crouched stance as she sends a high kick at you.
You use your now pent up leg strength to jab with full force your sword pommel into her stomach, causing her to fall to the ground clutching her stomach.
She coughs a bit, she even lost grip with her weapon.
But it wasn't long, because she swirls around to keep you away as she gets back up. Still slightly hunched over she holds her large weapons in neutral guard.
"For all that speed and power, you've really not done much." You slowly pace around, backing away ever so slightly to give you better time to deal with her.
"I told you-" She gives another wide swing, "Shut UP!"
*Clang*
You meet her weapon proper, unmoving. She panics for a second.
It's enough as you shift your weight to close the gap between you two, locking one of her legs causing her to look down. And in the moment she does, you grab her weapon hand, shoving an elbow right into her face.
Her balance is lost, tripping over your leg and falling hard onto the broken asphalt. She starts to move quite quickly, but you have her weapon now in your hand.
It's a simple signal and your men surround you, handing off the prize weapon you pin her down with your foot.
"Dear, don't try anything they'll get you before you can get up."
With your foot on her stomach pressing enough weight that she clearly shows discomfort with gritted teeth.
She's given strong restraints and held by your best men as you escort her with you. Of course before you get anywhere important, she's blindfolded and kept out of earshot of all important work.
You have a lot of questions to ask her, and a lot that you need to recover. So back at your base you keep her nearby, and start getting ready for your big plan.
"they did found footage" no i don't want blair witch i want them running an obnoxious video podcast with regularly scheduled sponsor breaks. Daphne does marketing & social media analytics. Velma does the editing. Fred is the annoyingly chipper cameraman. Shag and Scoob are just there
people keep giving me examples of christofascist demon horror that #doesitright and then every example does the thing where it’s like. “but don’t worry! your grandma’s christianity isn’t implicated at all. real christianity is fine. in fact christianity is objectively true and the antagonists of this story were simply led astray from the real faith of jesus and that’s why they’re bad.”
most religious horror is a.) inherently christian and christianity-affirming b.) laser-focused on catholicism or c.) obsequious about reassuring the reader that their warm fuzzies about jesus are #valid and there’s no reason to scrutinize anything about christianity that might make them uncomfortable
furthermore i think the supernatural fandom should use this biological quirk to invent vampire sex knotting the way they did with werewolves and the omegaverse
Since knotting is usually pretty localized to the parts it wants to keep in contact (classic knot -> breeding), I think this implies that knotting vampire penis is now a feeding tool. Maybe it opens like a lamprey
no see you're focusing too much on penes as a concept. technically a vampire's reproductive organs are its fangs/whatever it uses to latch onto its victims. which yes could mimic many real-life bloodsuckers including a lamprey, a tick, or perchance...a mosquito? and of course fandom requires an implicit sexual nature to the act, be it one of breeding, feeding, frenzy, etcetera.
Trying out something slightly different, not used to yandere writing but I'll try.
Y/N - A young adult (~18-22) punk who roams around the back streets of New Eridu. Gets into fights but not prone to winning.
Longer story than most.
-Story-
You were just walking around as usual, work today was a bit of a hassle and your boss was hounding you for 'Not doing enough' even though you were working a sudden call-off from your coworker.
Thankfully you survived another day, and this would give a good amount of extra pay. Enough that you may be able to treat yourself to something a little nicer for the first time in a while.
While Dozing off into thoughts of what meal you might want to get yourself someone calls out to you. It takes you a bit to realize, long enough that the person yells at you again.
"Hey! Kid, I'm talking to you. The fuck are you doin' on our turf!" A well toned man in baggy black pants and dirt stained grey shirt standing half a head taller than you walks up, looking pissed.
"Huh? There's no sign here proving your claim." You give a passive look at the man, shifting slightly in case he tries to start a fight.
Your remark seems to have provoked him a bit, as he nearly spits, "Well, it is our turf. And we don't like interlopers just passing on through like they own the place! So fuck off kid." He crosses his arms, looking quite smug.
"OOo-... So scared. Do you often need to compensate by intimidating 'children' or what?" Your tone is flat, just tired and wanting to leave.
Your remarks seem to have hit something as the guy's sun weathered face starts to flush red with his temper, "Alright, come on we're gonna beat you down so bad nobody will be able to recognize you!"
He yells to some people down the alleyway who all pull out some weapons. 'Great, what- ten guys and this chucklefuck.' you think before looking around for a weapon.
Nothing close by, this is going to get messy, the large man has no weapon, five of them with bats, three with some small knives, two with pipes.
The large man, seemingly the boss, runs at you trying swinging at your body. He's a lot faster than he looks, causing you to awkwardly try and step back but falling next to a dumpster.
Landing on your back was, suboptimal, to be optimistic about it. Because now this big fuck has grabbed your leg and gets a good swing at his head.
He hits really hard, and your vision blacks out for a bit. 'Maybe it was a bad idea to fight them...' your mind jokes. The boss is about to hit you again, but didn't pin your other leg so with all your strength you kick at his head.
You hit the bottom of his jaw due to the awkward angle you're at, but its enough for him to let go of you. Scrambling up, he rubs his jaw allowing for you to just barely get another hit in, a knee to the face.
It normally, would incapacitate someone for a bit longer. But, today seems to be nothing but bad luck as he stands up holding his (likely) broken nose.
Looking around you realize the other members have surrounded you. The boss points at you, "Grab em!"
Three people come at you, one from behind manages to grab on of your arms nearly getting the other in a lock, but didn't position himself properly letting you swing around and elbow him in the head. Knocked away, you quickly throw him into the edge of the dumpster, causing a large *bang* to echo through the side street.
He also had a bat on him, at least this gives a fighting chance. The other two rush towards you, both with metal pipes, thankfully their swings are slow and sweeping. One swung for your head, and you heard it whiz past, as you ducked down for the bat.
Your hands are a bit shaky, your adrenaline is making your heart pound in your ears nearly missing and dropping the bat in your rush. But you now have it, and stepping over the guy you just knocked out you stance up against these two guys.
The boss yells at the rest of them to run at you, it's almost easier now that you can run around them all and keep them in your sight. You run for the guys with knives first, batting at their heads and connecting on one and dropping him, clipping the collarbone of another causing a loud *crack* at least taking him out of commission for nowt, the final one is smarter and ducks between his friends.
So you now have seven and the boss who looks like he's getting even more pissed. But he's not been engaging in the fight since you knee'd him, so maybe you did more of a number on him than you thought... No time to think about that you still have to deal with these last few guys.
Two pipe guys seem get onto either side, moving in they swing one after another. They're still swinging wide, but you don't have enough time to swing back without the other covering them.
You're on the run and your energy is waning, you have to think fast. Too many to likely spread them out but, it's the only option- you think.
Taking a second to back off and observe, the dumpster is overflowing, a few bags lay on the ground next to it.
'Well, thank you lazy workers.' your rush to the wall prompts the gang members to run at you, grabbing a bag you whirl around and were meaning to throw it, but end up hitting the last knife wielder in the side with what seems like a lot of food scrap as the bag bursts open with a foul stench.
some of the other guys stop, just enough to use a powerful aspect strike against the guy, fire fills the air where the bat streaks towards his head, and he''s down cold.
'Down hot more like it' You can't help but quip to yourself.
The remaining six men all recklessly charge after seeing the face of their boss getting more annoyed. They seem panicked, giving just enough disjointedness to their strikes that you finally manage to make headway.
Swinging with fire filling the air, getting one after another down through breaking many, many bones.
By the time you're on the last guy, he just drops his bat and runs. You're chocking on air, exhausted, and feel your whole body shaking from the adrenaline coursing through your body. But the boss still isn't down, and he isn't happy.
"W-what. You want- some?" You're still trying to catch your breath, and are covered in sweat and garbage.
"You take out my crew, you've broken my nose. I'm gonna finish this, and make you very sorry for ever coming here!" His anger is white hot fury.
You can see him running at you, but are barely able to move, so you do the best you can and throw yourself to the side landing hard on your side knocking the wind out of you.
At the very least one of the pipes is next to you, which is likely at this point a better weapon. You manage to grab it just as the boss walks over to you.
"Time to end this kid. Say goodnight!" He winds up a punch, grabbing the pipe from you.
Using what strength you can, you roll to the side of his swing, and scramble away once more, trying to get to your feet.
But you only manage to get to your knees when you feel a force drag on one of your legs and pull you back, on instinct you try and kick with the free one but get grabbed, flailing around you feel for something to hold onto in a panic, and you feel something hard in your non-dominant hand and grab it, feeling it move you wheel it around and hit the boss on the side of the head with a bat.
You hear a deep crack, and he falls to his side propped up on one arm and yelling in pain.
Clawing your way to your feet, you get ready for one final swing at him, but hear someone from behind yell, "Stop!"
In a moment, with the bat still raised up, you look behind you to see a pubsec officer barreling down on you; the next moment you're on the ground and unarmed. You're pinned very well so that you can't move, but that image of the officer, he had silver hair- and ears? Was he a thiren?
You're pinned under him, and even through the dingy musty, trash ridden smell of this back alley you can smell him quite clearly above it all.
He smells- nice? Soft detergent, faintly scented with lavender, that's mixed with a sharper sweet scent of sweat and- is that cheap energy drinks on his breath?
He speaks firmly, "Do not resist, I'm taking you in for questioning."
And in a moment, your entire body releases all tension against your will. Your body just listened to him on instinct, though maybe it's just from how tired you are?
Feeling your body release any tension or sign of resistance, he slowly releases his hold. He speaks again, a bit softer, "Ok, I know I have to take you to the precinct, but first I want to know what happened. Are you alright? Can you sit up?"
Slowly, he gets you up to a sitting position.
Taking a breath to collect yourself, you get a proper look at the thiren officer, sharp features, soft eyes, intoxicating to look at-.
You shake your head to get rid of the thought, and slowly begin explaining the situation, giving what detail you can. Although you can't quite give too much detail, a lot of what happened is too blurry and unclear as to what exactly happened. So you stick to just explaining how the fight started.
You were too busy trying to focus on recounting everything, you didn't realize at first that the officer was taking meticulous notes on everything you say, constantly giving careful glances up from his notepad whenever you stop speaking.
When you finally finished, the officer scratches behind his lowered ear as he goes over his notes, reading and rereading them. Letting out a sigh he flips closed the notebook and puts it in one of his pockets.
He takes a step away and speaks into his walkie-talkie asking for more people to get to his location to help bring in the suspects on the ground. From this, you finally learn his name, "Officer Lowell".
You can't help but feel like smiling wide when you learn this, you try and cover it up when he looks back over. But your instincts get the better of you for some reason and you feel playful, "Soo~ you're name's Officer Lowell is it~ Nice name you have."
"Ah, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. Yes I am, we're now just waiting for a few officers to arrive and we'll take you back for processing." He turns to the boss who seems to have passed out shortly after Lowell tackled you. "Let me have a closer look at you, you did say you got hurt during the fight, right? I have a few medical supplies on me so lets get those tended to while we wait."His smile feels radiant, and his voice sounds so soothing to you now that it makes your head feel fuzzy.
He checks over your body, a few minor cuts, bruises which all sting. But you can only feel his warm hands going over your arms, his scent from having likely worked a long day, his breath and gaze as if he were piercing every fiber of you as he worked. You are drawn to his soft, but diligent eyes that seem to suck you in like a whirlpool that won't let you leave.
Your skin feels so reactive to his touch, even though he's wearing gloves it feels electric. When he finally checks your head and face, you fade with each stroke of your hair, his breath is on your cheek and the subtle warmth tickles as he wipes off the dirt, grime and a bit of blood. You feel hot as he holds your face, so focused on you that you're the only thing on his mind and makes you feel elated.
And like that, you're drawn out of your daze when he pulls back, standing up to speak with his colleagues your head takes a minute to process. You feel, sad?
Your blurry vision slowly fades, as you are no longer overwhelmed by his presence but you feel a desperation to experience it again. You just look down at the floor, your hands.
You only have one thought, a question, 'I-I can have him... Right?'
No not the back street boys, well yes that's the reference but asides the point.
ZZZ fic
In this economy?
Well yes, I started thinking about wanting to finally write again and here we are.
Intro out of the way, assorted ZZZ characters comforting reader w/ pains (chronic, or injury doesn't matter) and you're more friend, maybe romantic reading if you feel spicy.
VHK
The girls (young)
They are generally the same in attentiveness, the main difference is (obviously) their demeanor.
Corin - Whenever pains flare up, she's quick to find a place to sit and take some rest. Panics about any pains you may experience, even just mild discomfort she gets in her own head about it. She would offer to carry you, and in situations where you're both out and your pain gets too bad to stay out she has.
Ellen - She is a bit more calm generally when going out. But has found herself a little flustered when she notices you having pain. Especially when it first happened, she was super worried, unable to act cool. She asks for you to let her support you or carry you whenever she notices your pain, constantly glancing at you quite frequently when together.
Elder ones
Rina / Lycaon - These two are quite similar, they've years of experience, and have tended to many clients of every age and physical condition, and are quick to notice and assist you. Its nothing too fussy, just soft careful attention to your needs just as or right before you realize.
Sons of Caleydon
Lucy - She didn't know about your pain when you first had an outing together, she was her usual tsunedere self, not really talking for too too long before slinking away awkwardly. But during your first outing together, you two were walking around the outer ring, doing some riding and you had a really bad wave of pain, causing her to choke a bit. She ended up getting you back to her bike to sit, letting you two talk a bit more and help her understand you a bit more.
Piper - Quite laid back, so you're never out doing much with her. But occasionally you'll be out together walking to some meeting spot and your pain will flair, this does cause her to worry but surprisingly she manages to keep herself grounded and gives you a shoulder whenever you have trouble. She always sits with you or alters plans if you don't feel up to it.
Pulchra - Quite an odd one that you're acquainted with. Since she's always busy, you end up meeting at off times. Well you used to, but once when she messaged to meet, your pain made it very difficult for you to stand around with her, immediately breaking her cool and having her take you to the nearest shop to sit down and attend to your pain. She bought a few treats for the inconvenience, and has since moved to keeping time and days you meet a bit more regular, and she avoids any activities that require standing for extended periods.
Yeah, not abandoning this blog. That's first order of business, second is actually ZZZ fics.
I do want to continue writing them, but my computer that could run ZZZ died (ish, it's complicated) so I can't play or keep up w/ the story or even get ideas for HCs, or new fics.
So, if you want me to write a fic or what I think of X character's opinion of fuckin' Oreos/ their favorite flavor,
Shoot me an ask~ I don't bite, and enjoy being Social on Social Media-
Big surprise, only rules for asks,
1) I (for now) am not doing 18+ content/ scenes,
2) I do reserve admin on which ones I can do
(though I doubt I'll get anywhere near enough for that to even need to be a rule)
Anyway, lastly do be respectful, this is just reiteration to make sure everyone is on the same page, though everyone I've seen on this blog has been lovely so (again, probably unwarranted)
I'm not likely as much as I'd like to write more fics again, without being in the game and having that direct experience it's just not as easy for me to make stuff for these characters I enjoy so much.
Also, yes I do still have the pt.2 for the homeless reader fic being worked on, it's just been a bit harder since the computer debacle, and the real world sucks so that may be coming soon (I sure fucking hope)
had a friend who used to make new ones up on the spot. The only one that stuck with me was 'good golly jelly beans'. If something catastrophic happens I go for 'that's not ideal.'
Took me hours to work out this design, and required finishing a mechanical pencil and then just going 'fuck it, we ball' with a pen to create this honse.
Multiple hours of work for a shitty sketch, that's art.
Yes, uma, (uma therman) (no I will not stop making that joke).
I was looking into designs and she's concepted from the Itallian Murgese horse breed (military horse, yes that will come back in later designs)
Her name isn't from anything specific, just someone from my life I'm paying respects to naming her Pearl, or Forte Perla.
Mostly I wanted to create an * insert sparkles* international horse. I also wanted to respect some of my heritage by making her itallian <3.
I also wanted to explore her being a foreigner (conceptually) in Japan, and that disconnect between cultures. She's notably got a dry whit, and sarcastic jokes, though really does enjoy spending time with people.
It would be interesting to see her trying to use her usual humor, and playing around but just missing the mark due to her being new.
I think it'd be a fun little character trait that (if I did anything with her) could really show her growth, starting out stuck in the same mindset of when she was home, to understanding and interacting with the culture she's in on their terms.
If anyone is curious, yes I'm taken with Haru, yes she too would almost immediately adopt her. This could actually serve as a gateway for her learning and growth, since even Haru misses or ignores some ques generally. This could make the bridge for understanding easier, lower stakes and build reference for Perla in actual Japanese culture.
Gotta make like Colombo, one more thing is her story. As I briefly mentioned she's based on a military horse. This is partly, it looks nice, and thinking of her having been raised with high standards and strict rules to follow would lead to shallow understanding of culture, people, and could be why she isn't bad at Japanese.
She just only knows how to speak it, and only learned to get the scholarship into Tracan to leave her home environment.
This does complicate her character, since she's been raised rather isolated, and has high goals she must reach. So her blase, personable, sarcastic nature is an act isn't it? She doesn't actually know herself what she wants, just enjoying the options she now has. Constantly pulled between her two worlds, the one she Is from, and the one she now lives in.
This can tell a lot of complicated stories, about identity (it's one of my characters so of course), family, and general talks on how one is 'supposed to' live their life.
How the Hell did I manage to on a random Nice Nature run First place in the new event all the way to the finish?!
She Barely, barely got there. But I not only does she have 293k fans, she got 1st place in the majority of Every G1 I threw her into which was like 15 I think G1 races, including Arima Kinen, Japan Cup, Q. Elizibeth Cup every year...
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