The MC, Coco, Ross, And Nora Have Like, The Most Chaotic Group/friend/found Family Dynamic Of All Time.

The MC, Coco, Ross, and Nora have like, the most chaotic group/friend/found family dynamic of all time. You have:

No brain cells wannabe

Ross would fight anyone who even looked at the others wrong. He's the 'I'm the only one allowed to insult them' friend. It doesn't matter if he is a human and his friend is the Ruler of all Nexomon, he will size you up if you try to fight them.

Boy never thinks. Nary a thought runs through his mind. Yet, he sometimes makes the most philosophical comments at random times. And then Coco makes fun of him for it.

Someone plz help his Nexomon, they are one of four reasons he is even a functioning being.

Is the only human with a somewhat positive(?) relationship with Fenrir. Fenrir constantly belittles him but Ross just. Doesn't care at this point. And Fenrir respects that. Gets along fine with all of the other CoO.

Deena tries to mother him, Nora, and Coco. Ross is not very recipient to this. He thinks its awesome when she beats people's asses in battles though.

Curses the most out of the four of them. May not know much sign language, but MC taught him the curse word signs after years of asking. (All four of them can read sign language.)

The One with (almost) all of the brain cells

Nora is the only one who is capable of functioning on her own as an adult. Thus, she has to follow Ross around so he does not die. (The last time she left him alone he ran into New Ignita and was held captive by Mulcimer.)

The book she holds, which is a book on different species of Nexomon, is the last thing she has from her parents. The others understand this and never mess with it. They all read it sometimes when Nora gets sad.

Her Nexomon are just as smart as she is. She often lets them wander around when traveling around the world. They always come back to her, often with little gifts. (Rocks, flowers, and the like. One time it was a wild Maern though.)

Very respectful to all of the CoO, so they all think she is, at the very least, not to bad of a human. Nadine in particular like how she approaches problems. The only thing she thinks Nora needs to be is more assertive.

Deena's mothering was received best by Nora, who is not really bothered by all of the fusing. She asks lots of questions about everything. Nexomon? The guild structure? How the MC's powers work? The birth of Tyrants? Everything.

Nora is the only one other than the MC to be fluent in sign language. She learned alongside the MC and it currently trying to teach Ross more signs. It is not going great.

Sassy 4th wall breaking cat

Coco is the second most functional member of the group, but there is also a large gap in between him and Nora. Has to follow around the MC so they are not caught doing crimes.

Coco and Ross have antagonized each other since they were babies. At this point, it is their natural state.

Does not currently own any Nexomon, but all of the other three's Nexomon like him for some reason. He does not enjoy this when they are 3x larger than him.

Literally couldn't give less of a shit about how the CoO feel about him. Zetta thinks that the fact he is a cat is fascinating, and Coco wants him to leave him alone.

Deena is very hesitant with Coco, as he has already scratched Zetta three times. Coco tries to be nicer to her for the MC's sake. (but not all the time)

Coco can read sign language very easily, bit his paws were not made for using sign language. He tries to make up his own to accommodate, but it turns into a complex game of charades.

And a deer-wolf-thing with a spinning addiction

Simultaneously a sugar-sweet puppy dog and absolutely fucking feral. (And yet, is somehow more functional than Ross.)

Didn't really get along with the other kids at the Orphanage at first, except for Ross. Nora arrived a little later and Coco 'begrudgingly' began to hang out with all of them.

Their Nexomon adore them, even more than Coco. Ross and Nora's Nexomon also adore the MC. In fact, most Nexomon adore the MC. All Nexomon adore the MC? (Not surprising in hindsight)

My personal human name for the MC is either Helie or Helios, in reference to the Greek Titan of the Sun. Solus, Omnisun, and Helie/Helios, Titan (or Tyrant) of the Sun.

Easily gets along with the CoO the best. Being their niece/nephew give them the privilege of annoying them constantly. The CoO don't mind it because at least it's something new, they have never has a new family member since Metta Luxa's birth.

Deena tries to simply be their for the MC, and she doesn't want to push anything onto them. (which causes her to redirect this energy towards Ross, Coco, and Nira). Grunda has unfortunately (according to him, anyway) ended up with a parental role as well.

Tries to split their time in between their human and Tyrant form. Typically uses Tyrant form to either chat with other Nexomon, get places faster, or for whatever stupid idea Ross or Coco has come up with this time, much to Nora's chagrin.

They are one the inherently chaotic groups I have ever seen in a video game and I love them.

Today I bring you content that caters only to myself

Human!Omnivados fluff

Cosmic variation!

Taking inspo from gym leader Ed's new vid, I also gave tyregg an evo called "Ovizard" from the combo of ovivorous (animal that eats eggs) and, well, lizard

Small entry for ya : )

"Upon evolution, the rambunctious yet relatively harmless tyregg grows into a vicious predator. Wild Ovizards frequently seek and raid other nexomon's nests to devour any of their eggs. They are incredibly stubborn and require patience to train"

Hollow Knight is about collecting dads actually.

my commissions are open, info >here<

Bioengineered murder lizard man

i say “straight cis men are spoiled, that’s all. spoiled brats.”

my father bristles. “oh, so i can say the reverse of that? how would you feel if i called your entire gender something like that?”

like what? like bitch? like hysterical? like keep your voice down, don’t get crazy, don’t be one of those girls, come on, just say yes to me. like what? like needy, like over-emotional, like high maintenance? 

i say, “i know what it feels like.”

he says, “men just want things and you’re pretending being denied those things doesn’t hurt.”

oh i know it hurts. but when i hurt, i hurt myself. i cut into the lip of my body and rip out all the good things. when i hurt, i blame myself. when boys around me hurt, they hurt me. come at me with fists and knives and screaming. trap me on trains while they shout names at me. lock me in the car when i try to leave. hold me down and ignore the begging.

i say, “it does. but, while women can be toxic and abusive, i find that denying a man something is like telling a spoiled child they can’t have a toy for being good.”

on my tongue are stories that don’t seem to break the pattern. stories i know other women have. men who wanted me because i was nice to them, men who wanted me because they were nice to me, men who turned equally quickly into beasts, howling about their lacking, how i owed them, how they could take advantage of me, how, like bread and water, they were starved of me. of course i should give in, how dare i let them go hungry, how selfish it was of me. 

my father says, “when. there are tons of perfectly fine men and just as many bad women. you’ve worked in retail. you’ve complained about them.”

oh, yes. i’ve had my humanity dragged through the dirt by that-kind-of-haircut, by “speak to your manager”, by still-in-the-store-an-hour-after-closing. i’ve been screamed at and serenaded by swear words. i’ve had women look like they were about to pop a blood vessel. 

none of those women ever followed me to a car. none of those women ever wrote down my name just to find me on facebook. none of those women ever followed me home, sniffed at my neck, told me how pretty i’d look naked. oh, i’m sure they wanted to kill me. but they didn’t make it about how much they’d debase me. it was a clean threat, a cold knife. 

it’s a hard thing to explain. that i knew if these women went for me, it wasn’t because of my gender, and that made those threats differ. the same way that if they had been threatening me for being gay, it would have been scary. i was just in the wrong place when they hated me. they didn’t hate me because of my identity.

i clear my throat. “a spoiled woman wants what i’m not giving her, sure. but i can usually calm her down by helping and understanding. and we’re talking about the difference between being denied an object and being denied access to my body.”

my father snorts. “i think you’re blowing this out of proportion.” 

there’s an entire group of men on reddit that we’ve just come to accept as thinking of women as objects. it’s not a small group, either, but what are you going to do. they write each other novels about how women are all animals who need to be controlled, how they’re “involuntarily celibate”, that we’ve denied them all. and how somehow, that denial is our fault. there’s been murders because men were mad they couldn’t have women. mass murders. serial murders. and so many of them were straight violence: not for the intention of killing, but of dragging out the sorrow of it. did you know rape isn’t about sex, it’s about power.

my mouth hurts. i tell him, “you should see how they act when you’re in a position of power above them.” 

how they are when they find out a hispanic female got the job. how they are when it’s me, and i’m not even five foot three, and they know they can intimidate me. how it is when they raise voices over me, and sit on my desk, and come into my room without asking, and ask who i blew in order to get here, and ask to see my resume because obviously i was given the job for diversity and not my three years experience, and ask if i’d be their office affair, and stretch themselves to expand, like a balloon, filling, filling. how their voices pop, “stole my job,” “affirmative action is reverse racism,” “i’m going to bend her over one of these days and show her who’s boss.”

my father shrugs. “if it bothers you so much, stop listening to them.”

in three days from this conversation, one of my friends will text me that a guy pulled a knife on her in a bar because she said no. in two days from this conversation, i will have someone pull up my skirt. on the day of this conversation, three of my friends and i will get wine drunk and cackle over white boys texting and their dick pics and demands for love. when they say things like “you’re a slut and i fucking hate you and i hope you die” when she says no, we laugh. when my skirt comes up, i laugh. when my friend is at knifepoint, she laughs.

did you know laughter is a fear response. 

to my father i say, “just watch. watch what happens when a woman says no.”

he shakes his head. “god, where do you even get this stuff?”

i want to live in a world where i got this from nowhere. where it’s just a figment. where i’ve never met men in the wild, only read about them, and their hands, and their ability to take things from me without feeling sorry. i want to live in a world where other women are confused about the accusations, haven’t experienced the same thing, or haven’t heard the same thing from the women close to them. i want to live in a world where it’s fake, because they treat us like it’s fake; instead of living where it’s this giant open secret like a blood boil, pulsing, a shush of things we’ve learned to answer with laughing, a big burn mark we’ve all been through but is somehow not counted as scarring. i want to live in a world where i’m making up my experiences for want of them; where i’ve never been kissed or touched or groped without my permission, where i don’t fear trains and enclosed spaces. the world i see so many men live in; where it might be a concern on their periphery, but not enough to warrant attention.

“you’d see it too,” i say through his words, “if you just stopped and listened.”