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You should talk about Mell (? the OC from that comm) 👀

Mell is my gargantuan cyber city knock out, she’s a werewerewire pit fighter, dwelling on the outskirts of cyber city where the more sketchy and dangerous folk do their business. Making a living in the ring while managing a very small apartment for herself, despite making big, the werewire lays low, finding the comforts in a simpler lifestyle than those of the mansion.

Despite this, she attends charity events and larger scale gatherings including ones involving the Queen.

During one such occasion where Mell was coming home, she ran into a very peculiar individual in one of the many alley’s located near her apartment, a boisterous and overly aggressive Addison pitching ungodly sales with a voice riddled with odd tones and scrambled bits vocals, this individual being Spamton, former resident of the manor, or he so claims.

Down on his luck with selling odds and ends of items, he eagerly inquires to the dressed werewire if she is willing to spare a bit of generosity, rubbing his fingers in a manner she knew all too well. He thrusts his supplies outward, to which Mell rejects at first.

While his initial introduction was poor, given the man almost lost his head with the fighters fist narrowly missing his face. She offers a few dark dollars out of pity, what became a few, became much more over the course of the months. Not without a gift in return for her help, strange blue oval shaped trinkets were given as well as some minorly damaged items for her continuous support.

Spamton refers to her as his favorite customer ( despite her rejecting his offers on numerous occasions with his stock, to which he claims he can’t just accept charity with a little something back).

Eventually Mell inquires of his home, to which the usual jovial salesman begrudgingly gestures to the silver tin he’s been living out of, claiming that his former glory has left him in utter shambles, that the trash is his only place of living and work.

Yeah sometimes he finds a decent spot to sleep but who knows how long before it gets infested with viruses.

Mell finds the circumstances to be rather… Unfortunate, disheartening even, it was the way of the city, some are better off than others given the system, while folks like him get the shorter end of the stick.

In the end, after some convincing and debating back and forth, Mell offered her home to the forgotten Addison. Becoming her loud mouth roommate, earning his keep by sprucing up her home while she was attending events and fights, while his cooking is less than ideal, his present in her home has made it significantly warmer, greeting her by the doorway more often than not.

Offering his “ spectacular” cuisine and massages should she need it after a particular tough evening. The two fell into a routine, acting in harmony as the days past. He became more vibrant, less chaotic, that and his appearance improved gradually over time.

Although he still worked at his “store” to provide something for Mells housing.

In the end, he became fond of her, with Mell also admitting vice versa. Though their feelings are never fully addressed, just a quiet understanding of one another’s space and time.

[third-sentinel]

The eggs in the comb do not take long now that they're out of clix. Trinn does not leave them alone very much the next few days, fussing with the nest and adding more to the den's food stores. Clix doesn't know what the hatchlings will eat exactly...so it hoards everything it can think of.

It makes a temporary Nest by the comb, only leaving to eat and check in with its other children and charges.

Clix is nodding off late during the rest-cycle, when clix hears a tiny buzz. A little squeak, a soft crack.

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The communal Nest is stuffed full of soft things, of warm things. Niniane and the three new babies are wrapped up in the softest blankets known to bug. Trinn curls around them all, purring and covering their little baby bodies with its own. Any intruders will have to go through it first.

Mell is the fluffiest of the three, its downy fur sticking up out of the blanket it's wrapped in. The neck and back are especially fuzzy with this. The little noi has brown fluff in the segments of its joints, giving it an awkward contrast with its steel-metallic shell. Black and golden bands hug the hatchling's vent slits and taper off, not quite meeting in the middle like a bee or wasp's might, but enough to give the impression.

Numina's fluff is much less in volume than Mell's, and only wraps around its neck and between the shoulders, but its antennae are large and downy. Its shell is a shade of gold lighter than clax own. It shares the tapered stripes with Mell, black stripes and black fluff contrasting sharply with the lighter gold of its metal. Numina huffs in its sleep...and nuzzles into Niniane's side.

Fiadh is almost completely silver, if not for the noi's markings. Gold spiderwebs like broken-repaired porcelain across its metal shell. Among clax children, this one has the longest pair of wings - more waspish than bee, in stark contrast to Mell's bee-like wings and Numina's mix.

It was hard for clix to sleep that night. Excitement and dread war in its Silk. Sentlings, tucked away in the Nest...

Sentlings, who will bring the unknown with them into this world.

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Flat color halfbody comm for @jessberriies ! THANK YOU FOR COMMISSIONING ME!!! ❤️❤️

COMMISSIONS OPEN!

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Black Lagoon (Madhouse, 2006)

Red Fraction - MELL (Opening 1) Masanori Shino (Storyboard, Director)

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