in my and simon @bluswordz headcanons , etienne originally wanted to be a monkey ace but couldnt due to his poor eyesight (mainly made that observation thanks to his outift , like he really doesnt have to wear that scarf and he really, REALLY doesnt have to wear that aviator hat . if not that then at least you can admit hes really into aviation and probably has tons of aircraft models in his room xD) . so i drew him as a monky ace as a sort of fucked up au type deal . etienne in the military . acetienne
the eater of worlds has no worlds left to eat. some damned thing from the macroverse, perhaps, slipped through the gaps and made light into dark. maybe this was a cruel prank by its twin, the old fool having grown tired of its hunger and wanting to watch it starve.
their sibling was quiet in its mind, even as it reached out with its deadlights to inquire, to snap, to harass. there was only silence now. an empty black. a forgotten wasteland. and it was hungry. so, so hungry.
....
life. there is still life. heartbeats on a desolate moon covered in...
oh, this shall be fun.
the thing in the blood is human made, human born, but willed by a higher power. a power lesser than it, for ALL are lesser than it. but there is a morsal of a meal here, wrapped in iron and reeking of terror.
the camera flashes, x-ray images showing what lurks in the depths of humanity's remains.
whumperless whump event day 8: put your head on my shoulder! @whumperless-whump-event
migraine / light & sound sensitivity / “i can close the curtains…”
see this post for character information!
caretaker: Archie
whumpee: Simon
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“Simon! I’m here and I have the takeout!” Archie chirped, letting himself into his friend’s apartment. It felt odd not crashing through the window for once.
As he passed the threshold, he was caught a bit off guard by the.. silence.
Simon was not a loud person, not at all, but he always at least had some kind of music playing or TV show on, and he even sometimes hummed his way through tasks around his home.
No, this eery quiet was wrong. It felt off.
“Simon? Did you hear me? I’m here and I have your food! The sooner you get your butt out here, the sooner we get to have our Star Wars marathon!” He repeated, putting a little volume behind his voice.
Then, he heard it. An unmistakeable groan coming from Simon’s bedroom.
“Simon..?”
He set down the bags of takeout on Simon’s small table in the kitchen and padded over to the bedroom door. He tapped a knuckle against it.
“Simon?? I know you’re in thereeee,” Archie teased.
Nothing. No response. Not even a groan like before.
“Dude, if you don’t say something, I’m coming in."
A beat.
Then 2.
“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Archie murmured, before pushing open the door.
Suddenly, everything made a little bit more sense.
Illuminated by the afternoon light streaming through Simon’s windows, he opened the door to the sight of his friend curled up in bed, every pillow and blanket pulled around his head.
He let out a pathetic grunt.
“Could you talk any louder?” Simon muttered, pulling the bedding tighter.
Archie breathed a soft laugh as everything clicked. When he spoke again, he lowered his voice to a whisper.
“How long have you have your migraine so far?” He asked, ignoring Simon’s hostile tone and sitting beside him on the bed.
“…A few hours now..” He mewled, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“That’ll do it,” Archie huffed. “Why aren’t your curtains closed? Can’t imagine the light is helping much..”
“Couldn’t.. I couldn’t get up to close them..” Simon breathed, shuddering at the thought of leaving his cocoon of pillows.
Archie let out another breathy laugh. “And you get angry at me for not calling when I need help..” He murmured, getting up and taking care to shut every curtain tightly. He could see Simon visibly deflate as the piercing light finally let up.
“… I’m sorry..” He said, voice muffled by the pillows.
“Hm?”
Simon lifted his head slightly.
“I’m sorry.. for snapping earlier.. and for ruining the movie marathon..” He whispered.
Archie felt his heart clench in a way that he would have to decipher another time. No, for now, he just sat beside his friend and placed a warm hand on his back.
“Don’t worry. This just means we’ll take a rain check, and the next marathon will be twice as long.”
Simon let out an annoyed groan, but there was no heat behind it. In truth, he couldn’t be more excited.
