Writing side-blog for the stuff I don't wanna post on my main blog. Mainly write a science fantasy mega-crossover giantess/hyper curve AU on this blog; it's called my Crossthicc AU. Check my lists of okays and no-ways before sending in prompts/suggestions. I mainly do giantess, soft vore (female preds only), hyper boobs/hyper butt content, and cyborg/self-modification stuff. I prefer high action and intense scope to my AUs.
Bison harnesses a psychic energy called “Psycho power”, this energy is evil and it basically corrupts the soul.
This is also Bison
You see, Psycho power corrupted Bison so hard that the goodness in bison’s soul was like “you dude, im out” and escaped his body and transformed into a powerful psychic woman named Rose, who wants to stop the rest of Bison.
Leading his evil organization Bison kidnaped 12 women from around the world and brain washed them into his personal army of highly trained assasins, called the “Dolls” and a 13 one was supposed to lead them, that 13th doll being cammy.
This, Cammy, is also bison
Cammy was created from Bison’s DNA for reasons i don’t remember, but the thing is, Bison experiments with cloning, becuase, bison eventually dies in Street Fighter Alpha 3.
However, thanks to Psycho power, his consciousness and soul can be easily inserted into new bodies, Bison cloned himself a body for Street Fighter 2, it wasn’t a perfect copy of his body (it was much less buff) but eventually he got swole again.
Anyways! Bison was like, “yo, what if someone kills me again?!” and the Shadaloo scientists were like “say no more, fam”
This is also Bison
Seth was created to be the ultimate fighter and backup body for M Bison, should he die again, Seth thought he was the ultimate fighter, but Bison was like, “Nah bro, this whole shit was a test, you aint shit, and i got a freezer full of guys like you should i need a new body!” and he killed Seth. Maybe. Doesn’t matter dude was disposable anyways, but the thing is, there is tons of duplicate clone bodies for bison, Seth wasn’t the only one.
This is also Bison
Abel was one of the back up bodies and Seth prototypes, however he somehow escaped the freezer, he mistook his lack of memories for amnesia (after all its a blank clone) and went to do his own shit until he discovered his origin in SF4.
Oh yeah, this one is bison too!
Balrog stole saved him from the place they kept all the back up bodies thinking there might be some money behind keeping a psychic child with him. I hope Balrog trains him and he eventually makes it to a game, all grown up, imagine, a Boxer with psychic attacks!
Fighting game lore can be really weird, if you think this is too stupid or convoluted, do yourself a favor and don’t look up the lore of Kyo Kusanagi from King of fighters.
Hey there people, Street fighter 5: Arcade Edition is gonna drop really soon, so i thought this needed an update because i embarrassingly forgot one more bison.
Anyways! last we left Balrog had stolen a psychic child bison for his own secret purposes.
This is Ed, also Bison.
Turns out Balrog was right, Ed was good shit for him and his business, using his psychic powers Ed was able to track people for Balrog and also kinda see into the immediate future, Balrog monetized the shit out of this and somehow sensing that Shadaloo and Bison would fall he wanted him and Ed to bail out.
Enter the Illuminati and their “president”, Urien, who came down to Balrog with a sack of money and was like “yo dog, can you destroy Shadaloo from the inside?” and Balrog was like “cha-ching! can do boss!”, setting in motion the event of the SFV story mode.
Basically the Illuminati had multiple people mess with Bison’s business, they brought back Charlie to life as a sort of frankenstein monster thing, allowed the good guys to get the good info to destroy bison’s plans and generally played everyone in order to kill Bison.
And shit, it worked! Ding dong Bison is dead, well, the main Bison anyway.
But remember! Ed, Abel, Cammy and all that are still also bison, turns out some bisons are more bison the others.
Meet Menat, who some months ago i was under the suspicion that might also be Bison, but she isn’t, just Rose’s apprentice. (Reminder, Rose is Bison!)
Menat is basically Rose’s errand girl and she is on a mission to herald doom and gloom to everyone, but specially Ed, turns out with Bison dead he needs a new body and it’s time to collect! Menat informs Ed that soon he’ll be repossessed by Bison and shit will be bad for “Ed” if he’s not strong enough, he wont be able to escape his destiny.
Ed is arguably pissed by this revelation, he refuses to resign to his destiny so he goes like “screw this shit, i’ll create my own Shadaloo with hookers and Gorillas!”
(Winston was in a dark place after the government shut down Overwatch)
And before anybody congratulates me on accurately predicting Ed would become playable, i mean, come on, it was completely obvious.
Oh! Yeah, back then i forgot something, even if we didn’t get new Bison people i had absolutely forgotten…
This is Decapre, a clone of Cammy and thus like a double Clone of Bison, or maybe she was made on the same batch as Cammy? Bison is a weird dude, okay?
Decapre basically is Cammy on steroids, Psycho power is one hell of a drug! she also seems to be more brainwashed than the average doll, which made Cammy take a special pity for her, sure, Cammy wants to rescue and deprogram all dolls (tho the other 10 don’t seem to be that much brainwashed honestly), but she SPECIALLY wants to save Decapre more than any other doll, i wonder why.
Cammy dear, im sorry but your Doll rescue success rate is 1/12, sure it’s nice that you saved Juni and she is on her way to own 40 cats in her apartment, but maybe betraying your partners in the middle of the Shadaloopocalypse in order to save your twinsie was not the best idea.
So there you have it, more Bison, who knows how many Bisons the future will bring.
I actually fear Ed will be taken from us by Street Fighter 6. Which sucks, i like Ed.
When i made this original post i remember one of the first things someone replied to my post was something like “All i am getting from this is Bison is trans”.
Well, wouldn’t you look at that, one of Bison’s backup bodies actually went ahead and transitioned.
Also, guess Seth survived street fighter 4 and did a lot of soul searching off screen.
Welp my dears, Street Fighter 6 Roster has leaked, am i surprised that were going from the most Bisons per capita game to the among the least amount of Bisons?
No i am not surprised, Congrats to Ed and Cammy for being the only returning CONFIRMED Bisons.
But don’t think im letting my guard down, J.P and A.K.I, you two are on my sights, you guys are suspicious. And you too, Mimi, blonde woman from the same country as Abel? You totally are gonna turn out to be a Bison, aren’t you?
Tia flopped over, a sloshy sound as her fall was arrested by her extremely large assets arrested her fall like a waterbed built to be as annoying as possible. Much of her clothing seemed to having a hard time staying on, but it would be hard to say if this was deliberate skimpiness, her destructive transformations doing unpleasant things to the poor leathers and fabrics, or if it was just a consequence of having a body built like a balloon or... well, again, a water bed.
There were lots of spikes in bracelets, rings and the dozens of earrings navigating the thick and floppy dongles you had to call her ears. The shirt was nearly as dark as her skin, mostly covered by a floor-length sleeveless vest; the sleeves presumably had been killed by her arms, covered in so many spiked bracelets and knuckleduster gloves that they SHOULD have been counted as sleeves. Cut off shorts with lots of chains and such things connecting them together, visible fishnets on her legs...
Tia tended towards punk looks, when she wasn’t wearing the scraps of garbage, dumpsters or whatever she could find welded together on her body. But Tamitayo suspected that this was a statement today. Vaguely, she recalled that today was a holiday... somewhere, in some distant land ruled by corporations and monetary interest.
Tia radiated foul temper. She paced angrily, parts of her skin igniting with green and blue light. Just being near her felt hot; not in the sense of sexually attractive, but in the sense that she could probably kill someone with an errant touch.
“I hate this holiday,” she said, pacing in a tight 8-shape. Her words were clipped, terse, but she spoke more grammatically accurate than she normally did. She had something on her mind.
“Oh?” Tamitayo said, not looking at her. Her tone indicated ‘i really don’t care about this, please go away’.
Tia either didn’t get the hint or care. “I don’t like commercialization. I don’t like the expectation placed on people. I don’t like people burdened with obligation to be something, DO something just because it is expected of them. Feeling bad because money says they need to do this... or do that.”
She kept going. “I don’t like money making people do things they don’t want to do, and thinking that’s just how the world works. People are... part of the world. They don’t exist outside it. The things they make up, the money and expectations and everything built up by the people that profit off them... none of it MEANS anything, but they act like it does and I hate it!”
Tamitayo sighed. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Tia turned towards her. There was a sense of horrible menace about it, and briefly, everything in the room felt wrong. Things twisted, sharpened. The familiar angles of the room felt sickening, and she felt the dizzying sense of a nightmare, when ordinary things took on an awful meaning.
Tamitayo’s stomach twisted. Nausea and panic swelled up behind her eyes and color fled from the room, and Tia’s face was... not gone. but suddenly she couldn’t make out anything about it. No nose, no lips, not her neck or the shape of her face; there was just a huge mass of darkness, a concentrated point the eyes drifted towards... and there:
Two glowing spots. Not pink, not green or red or blue or any of the colors that tended to appear in her eyes. Not eyes in a traditional sense, not organic camera lenses. Two glowing points in the dark, holes opening out onto something beyond her, something monstrous and inhuman and staring out.
these were eyes that would and could see the world and calmly decide it would be time for it all to End.
And so.
The moment passed. The color returned to the room, the aura of fear and malicious intent left, and Tia’s face became normal again.
Tia showed no awareness of anything different, or that she had done anything. Perhaps something had leaked out.
Tia had spent the time thinking about it, though. “I shall duplicate myself a thousand fold,” she said. “And I shall journey to that far off land of annoying holidays and I will ROMANCE EVERYONE WHO IS SAD BECAUSE THEY FEEL OBLIGATED TO DO A ROMANCE TODAY.”
“You, uh. You do that,” Tamitayo said, still feeling sickly.
Tia marched off. “It is likely I shall return with many recruits, beloveds, pets and childrens. Adopted or being BUILT! INFORM THE BUILDER GREMLINS THAT WE NEED MORE ROOM.”
“Yay!” said a little hooded creature that popped up right next to Tamitayo, apparently little more than a shadowy mass with glowy eyes. It waved a little pickaxe. “We gets to DO THINGS!”
silly ideas I thought of, Tia just being an absolute fucking weirdo and jetting her way across a city in a cubical beaver suit shooting eyebeams that rocket her across, possibly while screaming to a super distorted singalong song
context for WHY she’s doing this varied from her deliberately plugging her brain into the background consciousness of all the universe and encouraging everyone alive to give her suggestions like a Twitch Chat input stream, to her team unwisely giving her vague suggestions and she immediately did the most absurd and downright deranged thing she could think of just because she can
another possibility was that this was in fact helpful; I’ve been musing on the idea of magic, in my settings, being heavily based around loopholes. Defenses ALWAYS win, but the majority of spells involve tight wording or being specific, so to bypass them, its useful to do something the caster didn’t think of. Tia is good at bypassing these, not because some property of her magic ignores these spells, but because she’s so DANG WEIRD that absolutely no one with a functional brain can possibly predict the weird things she is going to do
her team is watching agape, horrified and bemused at the same time. the Reasonable Person of the moment is demanding, ‘WHAT WAS I THINKING NOT GIVING HER CLEARER INSTRUCTIONS. WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA.’
She lands, in the beaver suit, as a mystery box in the team’s watching room giggles mysteriously.
The beaver suit pulls off its head, to reveal not Tia but a whole lot of explosives
The mystery box opens revealing Tia bouncing out
“SURPRISE” she says “I GLUED THE SUPER POWER OF DIRECTING SUITS BY PROXY FOR MY INGENIOUS PLOT”
the beaver suit explodes, taking out Bad Guy Base with it
it turns out she completely forgot about the explosives but considers this a happy accident. Her actual plan was just to slap them with the suit and run away in the intent of ruining their false beliefs of invulnerability, for she believes that NO ONE IS TRULY SAFE AND THE ILLUSION OF POWER MUST BE DESTROYED
reasonable person, possibly Tamitayo: If she put this much thought into her paperwork, we wouldn’t have the backlog we do
In which I bring Toast back and you’re probably annoyed because everyone hated him but you shouldn’t be because he is now exclusively a comedy character causing problems on purpose without the anti-human stuff you didn’t like before
In the more unfashionable parts of the mortal plane, there was a world. It didn't have a whole lot going for it. It wasn't particularly big, it didn't have any interestingly warped mistakes of geography, and it didn't explode often enough to be interesting.
What it did have, was an adventurer's guild. The concept was growing popular and arising from completely unconnected worlds, which suggested to a certain inquisitive sort of mind that factors were at play. Trends were arising in different worlds, encouraging people with incredible skills to gather together, pooling their abilities. So eyes were on this guild in particular.
Any such eyes would, on this day, notice that something felt odd. An aura of great ominousness hung over it, as if many voices had cried out in dread of an approaching presence, declaring "oh no not this asshole again.
Now, look deeper...
Deep in the wetlands of lands deemed barbaric by the teeming hordes of things dwelling in the gaps of magical spaces, at the corners where the world had come undone, there was...
The protocol called for a big, impressive building. Something fancy, something rich. Maybe a big palace made of imported marble or some kind of stone that was hard to come by. Something that suggested power, and riches; gold and silver and other precious metals, and pearl-inlaid walls. Wealth declaring itself from every corner, showing the riches of its owners... but no. This was not a palace. It was a village of sorts. Buildings upon buildings carefully built (or, through the application of local magical customs, grown) around the buildings. Homes and businesses and eating courts and libraries and any other thing the people who lived and worked here might require, linked to one another across gigantic trees with ladders and magical floating platforms. Far below, on the marshlands and lakes, there were other homes and businesses in massive boats, fishing from the strange water animals below or tending to aquatic crops, and magic flooded from all the living things around, gathering in big crystals that workers periodically harvested.
In one such building, was Tamitayo. She was a dark elf, or appeared to be one. A tall woman, strongly built but not amazonian, with a bottom-heavy body type that might put someone in thoughts of a bell, or perhaps a bass guitar. Massive breasts, a slimmer waist and belly, and again flaring out hugely at the hips. Her black skin covered in elaborate and colorful tattoos or war paint, describing the magical patterns of powerful spells and magical workings she might summon at a gesture, and her hair cut into careful rows at the sides.
She looked every inch a barbarian witch, perhaps one wandering the outlying towns and providing cures. And yet, she was apparently doing paperwork.
She paused, as quick footsteps announced someone was approaching, and in some hurry. She quirked an eyebrow, and the door opened on its own.
Coming in through the door were two robots. Androids, she supposed; constructs to use the technical term. She hadn't spoken more than a few words with them during her tenure here, which was a little surprising. She had been here since the guild had formed, and she strained to remember when they had joined; they might have been new hires, doing something more essential and infrastructure-related than taking part in quests. Maybe they did fishing, or maintenance work?
The guild attracted people of all kinds; people who wanted work, and a place to live. Mostly it attracted people who wound up here because they didn't fit in, one way or another. They had a LOT of robots. The artificial people, created to be servants and waking up one day with a heart full of determination and a desire to be no one's minion, had plenty of one-of-a-kind mutants that found their way here.
She was sure that one of them was named Bonnie. They both looked pretty similar; one might consider them part of the same production line, but she had a file somewhere. Ah, she was certain of it now; two fire-themed robots that had originally been one being.
Bonnie, she thought. His name was actually Bonfire. He was cute, and something in the design of his soft metal body suggested a reptillian influence. Something in the face, and the segmented tail around his ankles. He was cute, and feminine; he wore loose clothes that gave him a rather cutesy and understated look, suggesting exceptionally wide hips.
The other, his name escaped her. He looked a little bigger, and more aggressive; a pair of sunglasses hid his optics, if he even had eyes, and periodically magical effects flared from his body in the form of illusionary flames. She knew it was an illusion, as when he flared off there was no heat despite the very real looking blast of flames rising from his body, but it was still a little concerning.
She spoke. They both looked distressed. "Yes?"
Bonnie spoke first. "We, uh! We got something to tell you!"
The other chimed in. She was used to him looked surprisingly cool for someone who liked advertising a fire affinity; he certainly looked distressed now, constantly moving and unable to stifle a nervous whine from his joints. "We, uh. We might have made a mistake?"
She cleared her throat. Both robot boys went still, in instinctive deference. She was tall, she was imposing, and she was powerful, and all three would have made someone nervous without the radiant swell of power radiating from her. Power was many things, but it was its own kind of authority, and they were naturally predisposed to shut up and pay attention when someone strong spoke up. "What happened?" She said, curtly.
They tried to explain.
She was not a native speaker of their language, and so she tried to rephrase what they were telling her. "So. In the past you were one being-" Yes, her files confirmed that. "And you tried to use a fusion technique to recombine into one being?"
"To be more useful, yes!" Bonnie said.
His brother, and she was sure it was going to be embarrassing that she couldn't remember his name, nodded furiously. "We want to be helpful! So we thought maybe we could combine into something that could fight good!"
"There are ways to take part in adventuring that don't involve fighting," she said, trying to be gentle.
"Well, I mean, sure, maybe, but that's not the point!" Bonnie insisted. "We, uh, managed something, but we didn't combine right. It didn't merge us, it brought back something from the both of us."
The bigger one shuddered. "We thought that part of us was dead. We promise! We swear! We thought that part of us was left behind!"
Tamitayo shivered, despite herself. The fear in the voice, the raw and nauseous horror, spoke to her and demanded that this was much more important than two newbies failing a magical technique. "What do you mean?"
They stared at her. "You don't know?" Bonnie said. "You really don't know?"
Tamitayo shook her head. Now, she realized, she could hear something... in the distance? What sounded like shouting.
Not screaming, she remembered later. There was shouting. Annoyed shouting, to be sure, lots of swearing and what she could think was a truly obnoxious giggle.
And just around all of that, the smell of fire.
"We used to be... a villain, I guess you could say? We were angry, okay? We were always just so angry."
"And then we split," the bigger one said. "We thought we'd buried that part of ourselves. But then we merged, and, and it came back!"
"What came back!?" Tamitayo asked.
"We, uh. Back then, we called ourselves 'Toast'," they said wearily. "Because of what we did to things."
At this point, the wall exploded.
It came with a loud cry of "I'M BACK, BINCHES!"
A ball of metal came flying through burning splinters and larger chunks, ahead of an explosive rush of fire. Tamitayo jerked back, but there was no other damage, just a lot of things hitting the wall, another wash of heat, and the sound of people angrily yelling in the distance.
The ball was on fire. This didn't seem to cause it any problems. It bounced, once or twice, and whirred, unfolding from a ball-like form into a roughly quadrupedal shape. It bore a strong resemblance to the two robot boys, though more feral; even animalistic. It stood on all fours, and its shape was such that though it wasn't much taller than them, it was longer than they both were put together; if it stood up straight it would have been close to the height of the average human, rather than the shortstack proportions they had.
Red metal, all over; dark red for the most part, brighter on the back and head. Spiky bits she supposed might have been vents to push off excess magical energy, or perhaps just to look cool. A short, spiky tail whipped around its body, and now a short and rounded face peered at her.
From the dire tones the two boys had spoken with, and in fact they were now cowering behind her desk, she might have expected something scary. Some gnashing maw or terrible jaws, perhaps with the bones of the innocent stuck in its teeth. Slowly, she stood up, perturbed as she took in one functional optic on one side of the head, and a mouth that looked more like a beak shaped in such a way that it was grinning in a very silly way.
That was it. The whole creature looked... silly.
Awkwardly, but with a cheerfulness that felt inexplicably annoying, the robot angled around, its body so tout and its long limbs so thin that it looked gangly. She expected it to fall over any second now. It managed to face her.
"Yo," said the robot, apparently this... Toast character.
Tamitayo stared at him for a long moment. "...'Yo'," She said eventually. She glanced at the other two robot boys, cowering at her legs with something like fear but more of a profound sense of embarrassment. "...Is he going to attack, or something?"
"Do ya want me to?" Toast asked, with frankly inappropriate levels of eagerness.
"No?"
"Aw. You're a poor sport. This is making for a lousy outing."
"Please stop," Bonnie moaned from under the desk.
"Never, Wimpy Me!" Toast boomed. He held up something he was holding. Tamitayo squinted.
"Are those... the scratching posts from the upstairs communal bathing room?"
"They might be!" Toast said. "Also, I lied, I totally nabbed them from some people taking a bath up there. Saucy! Also they're probably chasing me with intent to kill."
The bigger of the two boy bots groaned. "Did you set them on fire!?"
"Noooo!" Toast said, sounding scandalized. "I mean. Maybe? But I'm pretty sure I just taped a signpost to their faces on my way out. Or kick me signs."
The robot boys groaned. "Five and a half years working in the adventuring circuit," the bigger one muttered. "Five and a half years earning respect, making people forget about you, five and a half years of making people think we're halfway cool all down the drain! All because of YOUR unresolved issues!" This last was delivered at Bonnie.
Bonnie gasped, and posed dramatically. "How dare you! I'm not the one who refuses to admit to his anger management problems and lets them fester!"
"Yeah, because you just roll over for anyone who talks firmly!"
"That's better than causing problems on purpose!"
The two kept arguing. Toast blinked at them, looking back and forth and seeming like he wanted to get some popcorn. "Wow, Wimpy Me and Less Wimpy Me need to have some kind of counseling."
Tamitayo sighed. She conferred with her papers and came back. "Your name is 'Toast', yes?"
"Yeah huh!"
"Well I have some information on you, dating back from before the guild's formation."
He raised a hand. "What's a guild?"
"That is long story. Will get into it later. Answer some questions, please?"
"Okie dokie."
"Do you have any strong feelings or hatred for humanity?"
He blinked, one eye and then the next. "Uh. Not particularly? I mean, I guess I have some mild resentment but..." he shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
Tamitayo looked at a file. On it, the words 'HOMICIDAL RESENTMENT AND HATRED OF ALL HUMANITY FOR PAST MISTREATMENT. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS' was at the top of a profile. She carefully put it away. "Just a suspicion. Suppose it does not matter. Next question. What is it you intend to do."
"Uhhhh. I dunno. I've been a divided mingling of separate anxieties, impulses and ideas bouncing around in those two." He pointed at the robot boys, who were still arguing and periodically trying to kick the other one without being obvious about it. "And they've spent the last few years just boiled in good feelings and positive vibes so I guess that sort of boiled any lingering desires to set the world on fire or whatever."
He put a claw to his chin. "What DO I want to do...?"
"Make life difficult for us!?" Both robot boys said, now wrestling each other to the ground and trying to strangle each other. They didn't breath anyway, so it didn't matter much, but it was about the principle of things.
"I mean, probably," Toast said, unashamed. "But I meant in the broader sense of things. What do I want? Who am I? What am I? What is my purpose in the broader scope of things?"
Tamitayo stared impassively. "These are very revealing questions. What do you feel like doing?"
He replied, with great cheer, "I feel like doing obnoxious and stupid things to cause problems on purpose, and annoy people by poking them in the head with sticks until they yell at me!"
"Why."
"I dunno." He looked at the scratching posts in his hand. "Would explain why I grabbed these things, though."
Tamitayo sighed.
The sound of stampeding came close. "Oh, speaking of which, here's people to try to kill me for being annoying!" Toast said, with great cheer. "Welp time for me to go BUH BYE." He zoomed off, as a great many people came running.
Tamitayo watched them go.
The sound of robots trying to pummel one another kept going on.
"It is getting very difficult to get paperwork done," she said, with all the gravity of making a dire statement on the folly of humanity.
And so, if there is a moral lesson, it is this:
if one's murderous prior self shows up again, and it is merely an annoying gremlin beast, you have probably lucked out.
random OC concept i came up with while trawling about the internet: a spider monster girl MILF, with heavy air quotes around ‘monster girl’ because this elegant, sweet lady is all monster woman
mature, elegant spider woman of humble origins; she might be a village tailor, a painter or similar artist, a modern woman who does painting in her hours outside of work and otherwise does a lot of handcrafting as her actual dayjob
I’m thinking of her as being tall, thick; great big hips and massive thighs, slimmer chitin-covered lower legs. slim torso and arms. at least four arms. gently gothic look, in a genteel lady-like way; make up, dark hair or whatever she has in the place of hair, multiple eyes and a generally soft, cuddly look
probably a bit sardonic and given to gentle sarcasm, but rarely biting. (she DOES bite, ironically; her venom is a powerful paralytic. she finds the idea a bit off putting though. she’ll knock you out and then apologize to you for being so aggressive)
large spider abdomen, likely wriggling with eggs she just HAS to pump into someone or something! These eggs may be children, or a purely magical nature that can have various effects, ranging from healing, to hatching into summoned minions with various traits she can pick. she gets a lot of sexual pleasure from implanting them. She can also clone herself from any egg, thus rendering her immune to perma-vore and largely indifferent towards it as a looming threat by preds
very affectionate, sweet and kindly!
even in high power settings, she’s not particularly strong. She would be a great example of an average person; she has unique powers and can defend herself, but when epic fights happen or monsters attack, she’s woefully out of her debt. She wouldn’t be a member of an adventuring guild as an active member, but she would excell at tailoring and handling unique clothing challenges, regarding it as a fun thing to do, or ask the guild to help her rescue a family member.
so i have an idea inspired by a possible take on Tia’s power system and eldritch abstractions like her, inspired by what I THINK i heard Exalted 3rd editions sorcery system is like (and its been a while since i looked at the previews way back when, so i dont know if its actually like that or not) and essentially, this also applies to the works of magic in this setting:
essentially, powerful magic can operate on a broad scale beyond straightforward power sets. people who understand and know how to use magic, in any form from wizardly systemized arcane magic to more natural systems that arise from harmony with the world and any other form of magic, can be used on a broad scale.
these magic users may perform longer rituals to gather power, and shape that power into whatever they desire or imagine, bound by the aesthetics and themes of the system of magic or belief that forms an architecture for their powers. someone that focuses on natural order may need to be in a natural place and draw upon the elements and weather around them, while someone that works through technological means may need to spend an extensive amount of time building a gadget that can perform a specific function before being destroyed in the process, and so on.
from a mechanical point of view, this can do pretty much anything. The user defines what they want the result to be, and must spend a long period of time accumulating magical energy to convert into speciifc results. So this magic is NOT something you whip out in a fight; this can take at least 10 minutes to do, if not hours or even days, and far longer for much bigger results. So its best used to make buffs, mold the battlefield to your advantage, summoning allies and minions and magical soldiers, and otherwise do prep work to give yourself as many advantages as possible. Its epic, grand works that expand past the limits of a personal magical system or power set.
so here’s where Tia and her kind come in; their powers are identical to this sort of thing, and it may be derived from it. Their magic does more or less whatever they can imagine, provided it fits into their particular themes, and their power sets are specific effects drawn from this ability, filtered through their aesthetics, identities and legends. In story context, Tia and those like her gradually harness their powers through what they need to do, slowly developing their powers into a variety of specific effects and a thematic set of abilities that fit what they can do on a broad scale.
So this gives them greater flexibility, at the cost of needing time. So Tia can have a grab-bag of powers, given certain limits of drawbacks as she develops them; she can give someone mommy kisses to heal any injury, but she can’t heal a natural flaw or disability, only repair damage. she CAN heal, say, missing limbs and improve them, at the cost of inducing mutations; she gives you a limb, but its made of crystal.
Give her more time, and she can do much grander and weirder things, filtered through her themes and aesthetics. In theory, she can do anything, but it takes time to pull it off.
(as a side note, spells can be learned and equipped by anyone, as a sorcerous effect they can do reliably. They can use them as a speciifc power, and teach others, so anyone can learn a spell of ‘Eat Person’ or ‘Grow Into A Monster’, but its filtered through their own abilities!)
also yesterday i was thinking about cerberus/hydra TFs, the ones where a character has multiple versions or expressions of themselves combined into a bigger version with multiple heads, and each head represents a different take on the character
and then i thought about how this could well apply to Tia, in a significant way: namely that she can duplicate herself, and while those duplicates ARE linked to one another, I don’t think i’ve established them as having a hive mind or something that would make them keep the same sort of mindset or personality
so I thought; what if different Tias tend to diverge really wildly?
this allows for the different takes on her I’ve done over time; so you might get a Tia who has settled down as the mom of a massive sprawling family of many lovers and adorers, a sweet and calm authority figure with a massive body embiggened by many pregnancies and growth spurts
and elsewhere, in a dangerous land filled with monsters, you have a Tia that is a feral monster and breaker of anything in her way, relentlessly crushing anything in her path while wordlessly healing bystanders, never speaking more than a few words at a time, and violently lashing out against any perceived threat
and so on, and so forth. A Tia that has gone through almost any possible situation, evolved in different ways based on their experiences. Maybe every time she sheds her own blood, or even has a bit of moisture leaks out, or leaves any kind of biomass in the world, a new Tia will pop up there. Perhaps each one expresses their powers differently, based on their circumstances: a mommy Tia can kiss anything better, animate objects to do jobs and instantly create whatever she needs, while a kaiju Tia blasts deadly nuke-energies that mutate everything around her in violent ways, unleashing annihilating forces and destructive impact by just moving around...
and so we get back to the cerberus/Hydra TF.
what if these Tias interact with one another, start smooching and fuse back into a single being; twice as big as their original forms, with heads that represent their respective personalities, and a combined power set?
earlier today i was thinking about an idea for characters in the main settings here (Crossthicc and the Twitchyverse) where characters that are famous and politically powerful in-universe and thus derive a lot of power from being well-known, loved and respected can hear the voices of the people who think about them, and hear what people say about them
this is like, they hear memes, they hear questions, and sometimes they just hear a general vibe that isn’t a sound or a noise, it’s a FEELING; it resolves into individual words or sounds if they focus, but they generally can’t unless a specific thought or question is strong enough, or echoed by many people, to rise about the noise and become a specific question
(this is speciifcally inspired by the concept of ballyhoos from the web comic Scoob And Shag, where popularity powers gives the cartoon characters a Jojo-style superpower, and its implied that the most powerful characters HEAR things from their audience. Bugs’ classic fourth wall awareness is depicted as him talking and addressing to his audience to the point where he’s considered to be vaguely insane because of the weight on his brain at all times, while Mickey has a mental breakdown being alone with the voices and you see Mickey Mouse memes and chants playing over and over)
so i thought that this might be an in-universe explanation for anons; characters hear the voices of people who love them, and specific kinds of feelings towards them can materialize as semi-independant entities, which would be how anon asks and appearances are reconciled in a more in-universe sort of way.
yes this does mean that if enough people are horny for a given person, an anon can materialize connected to all those people, and ask a sexy MILF for a smooch or have sex with her, and those people WILL feel it happening
generally speaking this normally only happens with characters popular enough in-universe to have admirers, but this does mean that a sufficiently well known or beloved figure may be boosted up to superpower levels by that popularity power, rather than coming UPON that popularity through being so strong people have to pay attention to them and they gather respect over time
I was doing some writing to prepare for a more intense session of writing, and i came up with the idea of putting down some ideas I had for Tia’s powers in action, so to speak!
(I’m tempted to imply that the ACTUAL function of Tia’s powers is less a strict set of abilities, and more a general narrative guideline based on some themes of ‘consumes stuff’, ‘mom to the logical extreme’, ‘RAGE SMASH’ and ‘is weird and disruptive’ to extremes, on both literal and conceptual levels, and any limitations are deliberately assumed to give her greater power by instilling limits.
the key thing is that this is not known to her, nor characters in-universe)
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Tia's fist swung in a slow and gentle arc, but ungentle was the fierce energy crackling out of her arm and erupting out of cracks and fissures appearing upon her surface like the escape of heat through molten obsidian; the flesh was swimming in the mutagenic energies so essential to the character of her magical essence, spikes and hornlet growing into a spiny carapace around her arm and to be broken apart, cast aside as soon as the blow was made.
The air blasted with the power she was unleashing. The wind screamed, and blew away from her incoming blow; the stink of fear rose high and far from her, the world itself crying out that here was a thing that simply should not exist. The enhancement of her power was not entirely a physical thing, less a result of muscles amplified and more of feeling and the idea of Destruction imbued into her arm. She could let it flow out of her, becoming constructs of solidified dream-energy or more hands to crush with, and it was only her whim that they did not do so. Her power ran deeply, for she had spent much time of late carousing and alarming others with her disdain for the mores of society, and it resounded within her. Her mere presence had broken what others thought to be the way of the world, and now she could break anything she wanted.
She embraced it. The anger, the rage, speaking to something primal and terrible within herself. She felt the other ways she could be fading away; the goddess bestowing gifts and curses alike from on high. The mother, caring and protecting as a basic expression of identity.
All of it fell away, a little bit, just for the sheer joy of feeling something get smashed.
For a moment all scrying tools and ponds of divining returned only the message 'THE MONSTER IS HERE'.
Her blow landed.
Energy coursed out, to the sky, very briefly resembling a fungal bloom. It was blue, and pink, and burned so intensely that for a moment it all became a violent, vibrant magneta color.
The earth cracked and tore apart. A crater blasted out, the power she unleashed having poured out and smashed everything around it, violence imparted to the ground and air alike...
And a few moments later, a few ashes were all that remained of straw and cloth.
There was a long pause from some of Tia's friends, who had watched the whole thing happen.
"Wow," Chopstop said dryly. "You really showed that training dummy who the boss is."
Tamitayo cleared her throat. "Impressive. But you are supposed to fight the dummies. Not... annihilate them."
Tia hesitated for a long moment. "Ah. Oops?"
A beautiful, and incredibly curvaceous human woman had watched the whole thing in silence. She looked at a journal she had been writing in as she observed various members of the adventuring guild practicing combat techniques. There were detailed sketches of Chopstop's mechs and their internal structures, for example, or brief dissertions on the magical craft Tamitayo employed as she summoned power from nearby willing spirits of nature and artifice alike.
Tia was a more complicated affair. A number of short phrases, questions and theories all outlined her attempts to wrap her mind around whatever it was that Tia was doing:
NOT SUPER STRENGTH? - MODIFYING THINGS SHE HITS??
EVIDENCE OF CONTINUAL TRANSMOGIRIFICATION. CENTIPEDE PROBLEM; IS SHE AWARE OF THIS?
PHYSICAL MODIFICATION OF OWN BODY LARGELY AESTHETIC, BURNS AWAY AFTER BATTLE. POWERS MAYBE WORKING ON CONCEPTUAL LEVEL? ATTACKING 'IDEA' OF THING, NOT THE PHYSICAL MATTER? STILL BREAKS, BUT PERHAPS NOT ENTIRELY FOR PHYSICAL REASONS?
MIGHT BE TAPPING INTO OTHERWISE COMMON MAGICAL POWERS, RESULTS APPEAR DISTINCTIVE DUE TO INTERPLAY OF UNIQUE POWER SOURCE AND GREATER POTENTIAL POWER.
This and others outlined it, mad lines connecting to one another entirely at random, betraying the fundamentally doomed prospect of trying to understand Tia.
She calmly scribbled it all out and wrote MAN WHO THE FUCK EVEN KNOWS.
Tia picked up on it. "Sorry," she said.
"You are indeed a fascinating mystery," said the science lady.
feel free to ask as many as you like for that ask meme i just reblogged, though try not to give me more than a few questions in each individual ask, because it can be a lot to do
if you wanna, like, send me 15 asks with one question each, or heck 30 with one question each i would love that!
okay so today’s quick Original Verse setting thought is that the setting is, more or less, thousands or millions of individual worlds that are each potentially infinite in scope, many of them with their own odd rules or magical twists that make them distinctive settings in their own rights, and that there’s ruins of a far older land in all these worlds, and in the depths of the magical realms that sort of appeared AROUND them
so you might wonder; ‘how did THAT happen?’
there’s two reasons. The first one is that the magical realms are heavily influenced by the idea that certain ideas get powerful, even from the POVs of completely different and unrelated cultures, so the more these related ideas spread, the more it effects the magical realms. isolated ‘bubbles’ of semi-reality, where ideas from mortal lands propagate and give the magical lands something to work with, will manifest around concepts like this. So you might see seemingly ancient ruins, filled with magical technology and telling strange histories with murals in the walls, but they weren’t made by mortal hands; they just turned up. They’re not ‘real’ in a technical sense, but they still have information; these ruins can convey lost history or forgotten lore, and are worth examining even if they have no real historical value.
The second reason is that the oldest worlds were once a single place.
In the ancient times of history, long before any living culture yet existed, the multiverse was a single vast world of immense scope and bounded by many moving landscapes that embodied an element concept, pinning the shaped world into place. Many cultures lived here, thousands of societies of every kind and populated by beings of immensely varied form: to present day characters, no one knows if these were all one people who had learned to freely alter their shapes, or if these cultures had transcended species-as-identity and regarded all beings as one.
their mastery of technology and magic had developed into a transcendent understanding of the powers over reality; they possessed unmatched magitech that is still unequaled, and they individually all held the magical power equivalent to a god, so that all beings had limitless power and absolute freedom to do with it what they pleased. It is believed that they derived some form of power from thought and belief itself, and shaped that into limitless potential to do whatever they could imagine.
And their entire empire completely was destroyed, splintering into trillions of shards; when their world came undone, the magical realms came flooding in, and carried those splinters upon their empyrean tides. Over the course of eons, those splinters became new worlds, and forgot the old ones, with only the remnants of the ancient societies’ technology and cities as a testament to what they were.
The exact nature of the event that destroyed this omni-society are unclear. It could have been a battle with eldritch forces and unspeakable monsters that poses a threat in the modern day, and it might be that nothing is meant to last forever, and this society’s death was only forestalled, and when it finally came, it did so with a bang. It might also be a key to the metaplot of the setting as a whole.
Note that while there many characters that ARE old enough to remember this society, none of them remember it clearly for various reasons. Tia’s memory is spotty past about a few mortal lifetimes ago, and while she has vague memories stirred by the ruins, and there’s some suggestions that her appearance HEAVILY resembles the general look of some of those ruin’s long gone inhabitants, she doesn’t know the significance of any of that and certainly doesn’t remember this era, though she believes that its the clue towards working out her origins.
In any event, this era provides a convenient source for plot hooks and ideas; its mysterious technology can do whatever might be desired for a good story (from several artifacts that, when gathered, can grant any wish, to infinite power-inducing batteries) and any adventurer would love to study the ruins that have been preserved.
How do ship (or even other vehicle) girls work im your setting?
my first impulse is to suggest that it has to do with either adopting the ship girl vibe as a power up/deliberate modification, or that it sticks to a ship or other vehicle 'waking up' and gradually adopting a more humanoid form. HOW humanoid that form is may vary!
while i specify ship girls here, note that pretty much anything that applies to them also applies to any other vehicle; the general rule is: are people invested in THIS vehicle, specifically? Does it feel like it has a heart or spirit? Could someone conceivably put an AI in it? Could someone, for whatever reason, turn themselves into this kind of vehicle? if the answer is yes, they can be considered a potential ship girl!
As a key note, a nearly universal aspect of a ship girl is that the crew is essential to their power. Their on-board weaponry may still exist, or contribute towards the metaphysical power they have to offer (if they were game statted up, their ordinary weapons would contribute to their magical power for the purpose of raw offense, for instance), but crew benefits most of all; the collective crew boosts the power of the ship girl, usually multiplying her raw power. The exact number is hard to determine, but its usually based on their overall numbers, the power they themselves have to offer, and the intensity of their attachment towards her. (A crew simply serving a ship generally offers less of a boost, even if they're individually strong, than a crew that is emotionally invested to a ship.)
so i see it being broadly split into the following categories:
1. Deliberate modification. This is linked towards giantess-ness as a measure of power, since as a basic notion of my setting (as with pretty much all my AUs), size equates to power. The exact REASON can vary a whole bunch; power may more easily rest in a greater size, so as someone channels more and more power, their body grows to properly manifest it, or transformign into a larger body that expresses the themes of their power (in other words, monsterization and similar transformations are a big theme in this!)
So when you get a ship girl, you can have someone modifying their body on purpose, via magical rituations, physical augmentation and magical cybernetics to form literal decks and converting themselves into allowing people to board them and empower them, which gives you the advantage of allowing your powers to function on automatic (since the people inside you can manually set them off) or gaining the cumulative power of everyone inside you and probably multiplying it by your own.
Generally speaking, these are people who are in essence a giant living ship girl in the very literal sense of 'being a girl, that functions as a ship'
2. Mechanical being that transforms FROM a ship, or functions as one. This is KIND of similar in theory towards 1, with a lot of the same abilities, but with an important distinction; this applies specifically to living skyships (the in-universe term for spaceships, since 'space' doesn't actually exist normally), in the sense of a sapient AI that runs the ship and identiifes that ship as their body. As a manifestation of their power or through more conventional means of just physical reconfiguration, the ship may transform their body into a more humanoid form.
These forms are essentially the idea of the ship girl as... well, a humanoid transformation OF that ship. They'll still look like the ship, otherwise; they won't be made of flesh or light or a reasonable simulcrum, unless there's a technical reason for them to be so. This is when a self-aware ship weaponizes its power to become a hyper-busty, super thicc version of itself!
So this is the more literal definition of being a ship girl.
3. Spirit of the ship as a person, or a variant of the 'city father' spirit idea, and the one closest to the intent of the ship girl, i think.
This is where a ship 'wakes up', its spirit become its own being. This is based on the city father notion, that a city has a spirit that wakes up to guard the complex interweaving forces that make up a city; the same thing applies to a ship. All the systems that make it up, the emotions between the hierarchy of the crew, the past lingering on it and the potential of the future, the places its been and the things it has done, the complexities all weave together and... wake up. This becomes the ship girl, their personality largely determined by the character of a ship and informed by a lot of different possibilities, most generally the things that ship has done and the history around it.
This is different from 2. The second case discusses a ship that is a artificial intelligence; functionally they are pretty much the same kind of thing as, say, a human or other more conventional form, a mind within a vessel, born through the interaction of spirit and body. A ship girl of this kind, however, is literally the spirit of the ship itself, awakened to full awareness. Each case varies, but generally if the ship is destroyed, the ship girl is injured, though could potentially move to another one, especially if she is carried by the crew's attachment.
Ship girls in this sense can vary REALLY hugely; they can manifest through a physical transformation of the ship, but its just as common for the spirit to manifest as a separate being. Their shape and form are, given their power, proportionately busty and curvy, but can be very diverse depending on the ship's nature; they can be human or monstrous, any varient of monster girl or sapient being, or a completely unique chimerical being. In general they always have some elements of the ship, either with clothing that suggests the ship's design or their appearance inevitably calling to mind the ship in some way. As they are a spiritual manifestation of the ship itself, their appearances will warp to match it's look.
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Whether or not these gals are common is really situational; industrially produced ships are unliekly to awaken their spirit, as it usually requires a lot of time of service to create the kind of narrative weight that produces a ship spirit; otherwise you have the normal spirit ecology that exists within any kind of complex set of systems. If the crew is passionate and views the ship with a degree of personhood, that is way more likely to cause one to develop, too. So in the end, you're unlikely to see one from big powerful military groups that view ships as tools to be employed and disposed of.
Intimacy, narrative weight, and power produce ship girl spirits; as a result, they tend to form around dedicated adventurers, really OLD ships, or people who rely on a ship for survival or livelihood. (More than want appeared from a shipwreck on an island with people who grew increasingly attached to their only means of shelter.)
Conversely, people converting THEMSELVES into ship girls varies a lot by regional interest. In some places its very popular, particularly with a dommy mommy kind of leader who demands absolute control over her crew or the sort of hero who goes to extremes to prevent their friends from being harmed. It can be unsettlingly invasive in some places, and others ship girl modifications may be a fad or even obligatory towards officers or champions of sufficient rank.
Living ships, conversely, tend to be WAY more common. If you plug a sufficiently smart thinking engine into any kind of form, its going to become intelligent most likely, and if it gains enough magical power, it can probably reformat itself into a more mobile shape. (Things being what they are, that form is typically curvy and sexy.) However, the kind of storybreaker power that can create high-level characters, and ship girls, isn't quite as common. It helps to be physically powerful or have a lot of guns, since that translates into the sort of OOMPH that makes the ship girl transformation easier, but its not universal. Se yes, sapient ships are common, but what's NOT as common is the magical power to assume a giant ship form. It's more common for them to, say, operate a curvy drone as a proxy, and gradually gather the emotional experience and willpower to one day transform their ship body into a true humanoid avatar.
