#golem!blue

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What about "No, please don't, not again, please" for a Monster with The Host or Wilford? Thank you.

The sickening crack of the crowbar breaking through the stained clay of Blue’s body silences the room. He can’t even scream anymore, eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling as the sand flows out of his body from a new opening, leaving him a broken shell. The Host roars, the sound shaking the very fabric of reality and filling every nook and cranny within the chamber. It bounces back against the walls, reverberating, filled with agony and rage and frustration. Distantly he can hear the rattle of the Host’s chains as he tries to claw himself free, struggling fruitlessly to get to Blue. Yellow sobs to the side, the clink of glass tears continually falling from his face lost in the background. He can’t hear Orange, or Green, but Red is loud as he screams at their captors, his raging having turned to desperate angry begging.

“Stop! Please- not again, please, we weren’t made for this!”

The crowbar comes back down again, this time breaking through Blue’s arm, completely dislocating it. The sand that would cushion his heart begins to seep away, and the fire in Blue’s carefully spun glass eyes begins to dim. He can feel his connection to his body severing, falling away with every little grain that spills to the floor. Every word comes slow, swampy, like he’s hearing it under water and from a farther distance. The Host’s thrashing becomes more frantic, the low buzz of the voices in the background pitching as they work on corralling the Sphinx.

“No! Please- don’t, not again, please, please. Hit me, hit me, don’t- no!”

The last sight Blue sees is the crowbar coming for his head, and the last thing he hears is the breaking of chains and the vicious roar of an angry monster coming for revenge. The screams of his brothers and their tortures fades away, and Blue slips from his shattered body.

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💚 AND FUCKING SPHINX HOST PLEASE

Does your muse get jealous easy? 

Thankfully he does not! Sphinx!Host is aromantic and asexual- he has no interest in anyone romantically and doesn’t have a significant other. That being said, he holds the few friends he has very close, but he doesn’t get jealous if they decide to hang out with someone else or spend time away from him. As long as they’re safe, he’s a chill cat. 

Now Blue, on the other hand.... 

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Yis I so wanna see more myth AU stuff!!! :D So what about "crack" with Host, either on his own, or someone of your choosing?

“Blue should not attempt to hide his pains from the Host. The Host knows about them long before they happen.”

The golem froze, heart stuttering for a moment as he listened to the click of the Host’s paws against the floor. He refused to flinch when the Host breathed down the back of his neck, the air hot and slightly damp from his wet nose. Sand continued to slide between his fingers, falling through the gaps to create a small pile on the floor, the tinkling sound thunderous in the short silence between them. Blue focused on pressing more firmly against his side to staunch the flow, instead of the beating of his heart and the crackling of the fire within it.

“Blue is afraid,” the Host stated, teeth clicking next to Blue’s ear. “He is afraid that the Host will perceive this not as an injury, but as an imperfection, as the Author would have. ”

“It is a fault.”

“It is a simple fix.”

The Host sat himself down heavily on the floor, Blue squirming forward. He didn’t get far before the Host’s paw was blocking him, dragging him back against the sphinx’s chest. He felt a deep rumble, a type of growl he’d never heard before, vibrate out of the creature’s chest. It made the sand within his body shift and tremble, and Blue felt strangely like an hourglass that had just been flipped.

“The Host is not going to find Blue obsolete,” his master said, voice soft and foreign in its gentleness. “The Host will gather the materials needed to fix the crack. Blue will repair himself. They will move on.”

The Host is not the Author, Blue thought, allowing himself to relax as the Host settled his chin atop Blue’s head with a soft sigh.

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H for Host!!!!!

“The Host Sees- he Sees….he-he-”

Blue gently rested his hand on the Host’s muzzle, rubbing the bridge of his nose placatingly as the Host’s face scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to mumble under his breath, repeating his own name and the statement of his sight over and over again, caught in a loop. His heavy head swayed from side to side, a continuous rocking that was beginning to make Orange dizzy.

“Shhhh,” Blue whispered, sweeping his hand over the Host’s face to unnecessarily wipe his tangled mane away. The Sphinx murred, turning his head into Blue, managing to keep his body still for a moment before the rocking and muttering started up again. Yellow pushed further into the Host’s mane on his other side, nearly disappearing into the thick black strands. Red came back with Green then, carrying a large dish of water between them. They put it down before the Host’s twitching paws, hovering anxiously a step back as they waited. The Host, however, didn’t seem at all aware of their offering. He didn’t seem at all aware of anything anymore.

“The Host Sees….the Host- the Host- he Sees, he Sees-Sees….he Sees…”

“Easy,” Blue hushed, resting his forehead against the Host’s temple, continuing to pet him in the hopes that something, anything he was doing would help. The Sphinx was working himself up with each word, ears swiveling back, the fur down his back standing on end, his claws extending.

“The Doctor is on his way. He will be here soon, Host, he will be here soon. Easy….”

“He Sees….he-he Sees, he Sees- the Host Sees-”

The Sphinx’s silver tongue felt heavy and dry in his mouth, laying wrong and useless against his too large teeth. He tried, he tried as best he could to speak, to tell his golems what it was his Sight was showing him, but the words just wouldn’t come. The apparition looked smugger every failed attempt, toothy grin getting wider and wider, tail swishing low in amusement. The Host never thought he’d see him again, never thought he’d see him in general outside of a reflection, or an old memory of one.

Tan mane, shorter, just transitioning from the lighter color to a darker brown, and then black. A lean body, smaller, pristine Plain wings, an unscarred face. Sparkling fangs, coming closer, stalking his prey, ready to come in for the kill, to write his ending.

Gleaming cold brown eyes, a modified quill tip attached like a ring to his paw.

“He Sees...he Sees- the Host Sees the Author.”

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Okay then, challenge accepted! Whose backstory was the funnest to form? Who haven't you been able to figure out? Who do you love the most aesthetically? Who would you punch in the face?

I LIKE THIS CHALLENGE YES 

Whose backstory was the most fun to form? 

Oh boy, so all of them were fun to form, but I’m always partial to my Hosty boy XD. It was really nice getting to stretch my creative muscles and more or less build the Author’s backstory from the ground up, and how he got to the point where he turned into the Host. The shift in relationship dynamics between him and Blue during that change is incredibly fun to explore, and to see how far they’ve come in their odd friendship is especially pleasing to write. Connecting Bing to it all just made it all the much more complicated as sweet. Figuring Bing out with the Golems, where he came from, how he fits into the dynamic, where he stands with the Host, etc, was a challenge at the start, but ultimately a really fun exercise. 

Besides the Host, I’d say Dark and Wilford. Although I don’t have anything concrete for Wilford in terms of species, I do have his place in the world solidified, as well as the entire mess that was WKM worked out. Everything about Dark, from his muddled background and broken existence to his character design as a truly horrifying abomination of a dragon, has been really exciting to build.

Who haven’t you been able to figure out? 

Multiple characters, ugh. I work with my favorites first, or those that I already have a concept for. I have some ideas for Wilford, Jackie, and JJ, but Silver, King, the Jims, and Eric and Derek I’m completely lost on. I have an idea for Robbie, but I’m not even sure I know where to fit him into the storyline. I’ve got a LOT more brainstorming to do, to put it lightly. 

Who do you love the most aesthetically? 

 Besides the obvious answer of the Host, I love the vague mental image I have for Dark, the Golems, and, someone I haven’t talked about yet, Yandere! Fetch Anti is also deliciously disgusting~ 

Who would you punch in the face? 

THE AUTHOR. I have not gotten into just how god awful the Author was. He suffered at the end, but he honestly deserved every last ounce of that pain and torture. Fetch Anti is also an awful piece of work, but that’s part of what he is. The Author was just bad for the pleasure of it.

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Alright then let’s start at the top I guess what’s bings story? Unless you don’t wanna spoil it which...understandable have a nice day and do your homework

I will eventually be writing it out in, what is going to hopefully be a mutli-chaptered fic, but for now I’ll do the basics! 

Essentially, Blue pressures the Host to buy Bing at an auction being held in the town the Host lives near and protects. The people there were not happy about seeing Bing; not only are they use to the other Golems being around with the Host, but Bing was....not in good shape. 

Making a Golem is hard. Really, really hard. And unethical and immoral, in the traditional way of doing it. Well, the person that made Bing didn’t put any effort into him and cut all the corners. Bing was a puppet with its strings cut. He could only comprehend the simplest of tasks and was called Bring because that’s all he could say, over and over. Blue was horrified and angry. How the Host ‘bought’ Bing will be explained in the full story.

Bing became Blue’s pet project after that. They had to essentially scrap him and start from scratch. It was a long arduous process that did cause him to put some distance between him and the Host for a while. The other golems helped, but it was mainly Blue. You can read about Bing waking up for the first time here! 

Bing, called Orange to continue with the color theme, tries to find his place among the others and with the Host. I have some cute oneshot ideas for that in mind, including the first time Orange gets to play ‘Hide and Seek’ with the others and the Host. From there it’s building Orange into Bing, his own person with his unique personality, and spreading that to the other golems. 

But the explanation of personalization and humanization for the golems is an entirely different conversation~

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Hello I am here to deliver unto Sphinxy exactly ten (10) Paps™ and also a Burger King crown with ‘good boi’ scrawled on it in sharpie -King

Your paps are greatly appreciated by the big floofy boy. He gives you exactly 2 minutes of purring and a gentle bump to the forehead with his big wet nose. The crown is a nice touch. It confuses him but he thinks he likes it.

 Blue is not so impressed and wishes for you to explain how you got into the pyramid and why you have a paper crown and what a good boi means. He is becoming incredibly irate. Sphinxy is amused and licks his nose.

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30 and 26 with the most platonic pair possible (bc i love platonic)

The Host rumbled deeply when he felt Blue’s presence by his side, fully purring when the golem put his hand upon the Host’s arm and leaned against him. Blue buried his whole upper body within the Host’s thick black mane, nuzzling into it like he wanted to curl up and hide there for the rest of the day. The Host couldn’t blame him, he had heard the commotion that both Green and Red had caused. The sphinx made a soft murring noise and turned his head, gently butting up against Blue until the golem reached out to rest his hand on the Host’s nose.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Blue said, so low the Host had to strain to hear him.

The Host didn’t respond, only nodding and laying his head back down on his paws. He felt Blue slide to the ground and make himself semi comfortable against the Host’s elbow, idly braiding long strands of the Host’s mane while he sat with his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the Host finally turned his head again and nudged him, pushing one of the many large fruits he sometimes snacked on towards the golem. Blue accepted it without fuss. He had to admit, he felt a bit better after fueling the fire of his heart.