#so much of a wip that it still doesn't have a name yet

[panevanbuckley]

snippet sunday - jegulus wip

i have in no way whatsoever been tagged but i was thinking this fic would be a lot shorter than it's apparently decided to be and honestly i'm excited to share it so i'm giving y'all a sneak peak <3

“Well, don’t worry; I’ll leave you to it. Because I’m gracious like that, you see.” he snipes as he pushes himself carefully off of the windowsill and back onto solid ground.

Not careful enough, it would seem, as a shooting pain rushes through James’ skull right behind his eyes and causes him to sway as the room around him shifts in and out of focus. He groans, reaching out for the wall or something and instead finding himself with a handful of robes and a tickle of soft hair against his cheek.

“Steady there, James.” Regulus murmurs only inches away from his ear and James’ stomach flips uncontrollably at the way that his name rolls off of Regulus’ tongue, graced by his gentle voice and made to sound more beautiful than he’s ever heard it before. He thinks, briefly, that it’s quite possibly the first time the boy has ever called him anything other than ‘Potter’. He wouldn’t exactly be averse to hearing him say it again.

He’d tell him as much if he weren’t currently rendered speechless by the wave of nausea that’s overtaken him.

“Are you ill?” Regulus asks him as he guides him down onto the closest chair. There’s a small hesitancy, something almost akin to worry, in his voice that he quickly masks by adding, “That would be some fantastic insider knowledge for this week’s Quidditch match. Slytherin could do with an easy win.”

“You wish.” James rasps out. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second and tries to steady his breathing, all too aware of how Regulus still hasn’t stepped out of his space yet. Not that James is going to ask him to move any time soon. The presence is nice. And his body is shielding James perfectly from the lights around him. “Just a stupid migraine.”

Regulus hums quietly. “Have you been to see Madam Pomfrey? I’m certain she’d have something to help with that.”

James shakes his head and then groans again. “It’s just a migraine. She’ll only fuss. And I hate hospitals.”

Regulus makes a small, disapproving sound at that. And then he’s perching himself onto the desk beside James, facing him. “Here,” he says, two fingers sliding underneath James’ chin and forcing him to look up. James does as he’s told, trying not to fidget under the way Regulus examines his face. His eyes are concentrated, a tiny line of worry forming between his brows, and when he lets out a sigh his breath is warm as it ghosts over James’ face. “This won’t hurt.” he tells James and then, before James even has time to register the words never mind ask what he means, Regulus casts a quick leniens over him.

The effect is almost immediate. A sudden rush of warmth floods his skull, chasing away the dull pain that had resided there since he woke this morning, and leaving a cool, numbing effect in its path. James sags in relief, his shoulders slumping.

He’s only vaguely aware that Regulus is still holding his face in his hands, fingers a cold relief that compliments the pain relieving spell.

“You didn’t need to do that.” he murmurs more to the desk than Regulus, as he avoids eye contact.

Regulus pulls his hand back, much to James’ dismay, only to then place his cool palm over James’ forehead. James sighs happily, leaning into the touch. “I know.”

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

JayTim Fic Rec List

Rooftops and Bookshops By Bi_Bats [Complete]

“You would do it again,” Tim concluded, sighing, his tone bitter.

Jason knew he wouldn’t. He didn’t think he could do it again. He sidestepped the question, tightening his hands around Tim.

“I’m worried about you,” he said, softly, and Tim heard every bit of the pain and hurt Jason kept so carefully hidden away.

He’d always thought it must have been easy for Jason to leave, since he seemed to just fall off the face of the planet, ignoring his calls, ignoring him.

He didn’t like being wrong.

Know Yourself By Bi_Bats [WIP]

“Don’t act like you don’t care about him," Jay snapped.

“You don’t fucking know me.” Jason pushed away from where he’d been leaning, his stance suddenly much less casual. It didn’t hide the way his ears had gone red, though.

“You’re still me. I know when we’re full of shit, alright?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

When Jay gets dropped in the wrong universe, he goes to the only person he knows will help him: Tim.

Gotham Ghoul By SapphyWatchesYouSleep (JupiterMelichios) [Complete]

Jason thought being put together out of spare parts meant he was the world's only human-ghoul hybrid. That was, until a child turned up on the Manor doorstep claiming to be Bruce's son. A Tokyo Ghoul AU

When the Lost are Welcomed Home By homeforthemissing [Abandoned]

Tim found Bruce in the time stream, but since leaving to find him, Tim has mostly disappeared from the family. He has minimal contact with them, excluding Jason. Tim brought Jason back into the Bat-fold, but will someone bring him back in before its too late?

In which Tim is an Omega and hiding it, this can only end one way.

Canticulum (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [Complete]

The baby that was to be named Timothy Jackson Drake was born small and gray. But he had been born with music in him. The man that becomes Timothy Drake-Wayne is a disciple of silence.

Sortis (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [WIP]

It is fate that brings them together, yet it is fate that tears them apart.

Throughout his long life, Tim has watched Jason come and go, live and die, all while he remains the same, never changing.

Fragmentum (FF | AO3) By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [Complete]

Everyone has a breaking point. Tim has reached his. And he has succumbed to it.

Praetextus By ryssabeth (FF | AO3) [WIP]

The darkness closes in on him, smothering tightly. Tim doesn't know if he can handle being blind.

Don't Touch My Boy By MySecretStories [Complete]

Jason and Tim's relationship is purely out of convenience, and they know that.

But when Ra's al Ghoul decides he wants another heir from the "perfect mate", it forces their hand to make decisions about the two of them.

Magic Gave Me Robin By Cy_kun [WIP]

He opens his eyes, and stares up at the canopy of the four poster bed he's in. It takes a second, his vision is a bit blurry, but it clears up quick enough.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Four seconds.

Part of Jason keeps the count going, while the rest of him kind of just...seizes. Because he knows this canopy. He knows the the posts it's attached to. He—fuck—he knows the notch in the bottom left post he'd put in it when he'd stolen one of Bruce's batarangs when he was twelve and thrown it around like the stupid kid he'd been.

This was Jason's room.

Or, the one where Jason get's zapped with magic, wakes up in his teenage body, and decides to let the timeline know exactly how fucked it is. He also becomes the president of the Tim Drake Appreciation Club.

The Fate's Designs (Are Not For Our Eyes) By galkyrie [WIP]

"It's funny, Tim thinks, how he never wonders about his soulmate until he's bleeding out under the stars."

A story about soulmates, and how finding their way to one another was never going to run smooth.

Break Your Throne, Cut Your Hair By dukeaubergine [Complete]

Ra’s thought he could force Tim into marriage with an ancient magical artifact. He didn’t account for the magic recognizing his daughter’s protégé as a potential alternate groom.

Tim and Jason just have to survive the one-month engagement period without getting kidnapped, killed, or outed as fakers to the press. Then survive any assassins gate-crashing the wedding. Piece of cake, right?

…This might be easier if they’d actually tell the rest of the Bats what’s really going on.

Even If It Doesn't Make Sense By EdmundPevensiesQueen [WIP]

Tim had given up trying to lie to himself about how he felt about Jason, hating himself for his childhood hero-worship/crush on the second Robin for coming back. He knew the whole thing was pointless – Jason barely tolerated him, he knew that – so it was better to just acknowledge the feelings, process them, and get rid of them. The last time he’d had feelings for Jason, suppressing them hadn’t worked despite years of trying.

So here he was, asking Jason about what consoles he had because unfortunately this was as close as Jason was going to come to asking him on a date (oh my god, a Bat Kids hangout was the closest he was getting to a date - Damian was right, Tim was pathetic), and there was no way in hell Tim was going to say no, even if he hadn’t slept in over 24 hours. Besides, he knew he could easily make it to 48 if he had coffee.

If You Got Love To Get Done By dukeaubergine [Complete]

Tim didn’t expect to make so many big choices about her future at seventeen, but it’s just been that kind of a year. She wants to do better than her parents did, but can she really balance obligations to a kid and to the world?

Where is He? By lover_of_blue_roses [Complete]

Red Hood breaks into Teen Titan tower to terrorize his Replacement. He wants to make the Batman suffer, not for letting him die, but for letting the Joker live, and this is the best way to do that. However when he finds the new Robin… he's an omega in heat.

Tower of Fantasy By zabbaz [Complete]

Tim expects to have the tower all to himself this weekend. Why not indulge in one of his favorite sexual fantasies? Surely it won't end with him trying to fight a villain with a vibrator inside him…

Stay By darkdecay [Complete]

Tim and Jason think they've been hatefucking. Must be why Jason is willing to try anything to stay the night with Tim.

Nice To Meet You Again By TheLonelyRose [Complete]

When Jason first met Kitten, he was trying to stop Catwoman from stealing some fancy gem with Batman... Again. Ever since then, he would cross paths occasionally with the little girl, blossoming a friendship that would last for years. But, then he died. And, then he came back. And that little girl wasn't so little anymore.

Pain is Temporary By ole_ander [Complete]

After spending a year in a deep depression following Bernard's death, Tim is sent back to Gotham to train with the infamous Red Hood, Jason Todd. Evidently, Dick didn't do his research, because these two don't get along. And sometimes they get along too well. Either way, there's not a lot of crime fighting being done.

Stray Cat Strut By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

"There once was a little boy named Stray who became best friends with a Robin…" -OR- "I doubt you arranged this little meeting to discuss the finer points of the fashion disasters that are Gotham’s capes." Another low laugh and Red Hood took a cautious step forward. "I wouldn’t call that cat suit a disaster. You’ve certainly made the look your own." Stray wanted to snarl and settled for baring his teeth. "You could say that. What do you want from me, Hood?" Red Hood held his hands out in a placating gesture. "Nothing much. I just need you to get me into Arkham. I’m going to kill the Joker."

Sweet Treats By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

Jason smiles again. “You really like a challenge, don’t you?” “I love a good challenge,” Tim agrees, grinning back at his hero. “So do I.” Jason hesitates, then reaches out and runs his thumb over Tim’s cheek. It comes back red, which Tim swears could probably be from the amount of blood rushing to his face because Jason just touched him. “You always covered in frosting?” For once, Tim’s brain lines up with his mouth and he says something that sounds clever. “Only on special occasions.”

The Knight's Quest By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

Sir Timothy Drake never wanted to be a knight. But when his parents send him off on a quest to slay a dragon, what else was he to do? Of course, said dragon has his own thoughts on the matter and his counterproposal is much more enticing than a fiery death.

Masquerade (Whose Face is Behind the Mask?) By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

Every so often, someone would take it into their heads that a masquerade ball would be a fantastic idea and make it into the biggest event of the year. Sometimes, they were a smashing hit. And other times…things just got smashed.

The Dog Days of Summer By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

"Tim?" Jason asks cautiously. It's possibly the first time he has ever used his replacement's first name. Out loud at least. Or where he could hear him. Another whine and the big black dog opens an eye, gazing warily up at Jason. "Okay, you're awake. Not exactly sure what the protocol is here but if you know you're Tim Drake, whine twice for me."

The Accountant By chibi_nightowl [WIP]

The last thing Tim needed was to get involved with someone who worked for Gotham’s meanest crime lord—or was him. Either way, getting into bed with the Red Hood was a really bad idea.

Courting Disaster By chibi_nightowl [Complete]

The JayTim Mr. & Mrs. Smith-inspired AU you didn't know you wanted. When Tim and Jason meet in their civilian guises after their exit plans go wrong, it's lust at first sight. It's even worse when Wraith and the Red Hood cross paths for the first time. Sparks, knives, and bullets fly in this story of love, lust, attempted murder, and--most importantly--revenge.

Sanctuary By chibi_nightowl and PoisonBasil [Complete]

Jason has a brief moment to notice he has blue eyes that match the sky overhead when his soul wrenches, reaching out to snag and entwine with Tim’s. What. The. FUCK? Tim blinks quickly, brows narrowing as he takes note that something is happening but not sure what. But Jason does. He’s a dragon born and bred, he knows what this call is, the throbbing pulse he now feels alongside his own. Stories told to him by his parents before he was stolen from them are coming to life and all he wants is to scream his pain all over again. A soul bond. His soulmate is a fucking human.

A Stray Cat Surrounded By Bats By three_milks [WIP]

When Tim Drake's parents die, he is left in the care of billionaire Bruce Wayne. Tim will have to manage to keep his life as the notorious thief Stray a secret while trying to deal with everything that comes with living with Batman and Robin. He hopes that keeping his identity a secret isn't as difficult as it seems.

It's Written In The Stars By flavouess_fiction [WIP]

It was on the second day of first grade that Tim Drake understood that the pattern of rust-coloured stars on the palm of his hand meant more than just a birthmark. After a soulmate dies within a year the other half is expected to die or get themselves committed, Tim thought he'd moved past all of it until it was staring him in the face.

Trading Places By BeautyInTheLibrary [WIP]

11:59 PM It was a simple night, it was going so well, Jason was soaring on the wings of his name sake over the city he's lived in his whole life. While the civilians were mooning over the idea of receiving their soulmate dream at midnight of their fifteenth birthday (or the less common experience of switching into their bodies) Jason had better things to do! He was Robin! And that made him magic~ 12:00 AM ...What the hell was he doing on a random roof top when he was just swinging on a grapple line? What was with this camera, why....why could he see himself through the lens! JayTim Week 2024 Day One: Wing

Bad Habits By BeautyInTheLibrary [Complete]

It felt like several minutes passed before anything did happen and what had happened was that Tim felt gloved fingers slide into his long hair and gather the strands painfully into the fist. The hand grasped and used the hair to pull Tim’s head up off the floor and the pain forced a gasp out of him before he could help it. It didn’t stop till Tim was sitting upright and then his head and back was forced into the wall that was behind him, the force of it enough to knock one more noise out of him. “Well aren’t you lucky?” A voice, a mechanical voice finally spoke and alarms went off in Tim’s head. Oh no…that sounded too familiar for comfort. “I just got the best deal on the local bird, bought you for a song, I hope you’re grateful.” - Tim never listened to the people around him pointing out his bad habits, like not getting enough sleep or taking care of himself in the least. He always ignored and it had been fine. Until it wasn't and now he was stuck in the last sort of situation he had ever wanted to himself and really it was his own fault. To be fair, he's never passed out on roof top like this before or been kidnapped just to be auctioned off.

Searching Faces By Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams [WIP]

"I need your help," Tim says. "I need -" again, the liquid sloshes in his cup. He releases it to rub his hands over the fabric of his pants. "I need your help." "Do you?" She is usually not the one approached for these sorts of things. Jason gets the calls, and Roy charms his way into information. She is merely a companion, one that most people stay away from. "What sort of help do you require, Tim Wayne?" There’s a flinch, so minute anyone else would have missed it. He lets out a harsh breath and grabs for his drink once more. He yanks his mask down in one swift motion and brings the straw to his lips. He drinks like someone who hasn’t had water in days, with a single minded determination Kori has seen plenty of men use to go at bottles in dark lit bars. His face is flushed. The red comes through in blotchy patches made worse by the stark white that splatters the lower left of his jaw. On his cheeks are two reddened slashes. They start at the corners of his lips and cut up towards his ears in diagonal lines. "Sanctuary," he says, when his cup is empty and his mask is up once more. "I seek sanctuary." - In the aftermath of Joker's torture, Tim runs to the only place left he can think of.

Moss & Minnie By impravidus [Complete]

"Fuck." "That’s not a nice word." Tim’s head snaps up, his weapon drawn immediately. Sitting criss cross applesauce on his bed is… a little girl? "Uh… how did you get in here?" Tim asks slowly. She gives him an inquisitive look, clearly unbothered by the situation, and points at the ceiling. "Through the portal." OR: When girl kid versions of Tim and Jason pop into their lives from another dimension, they have to learn how to be parents. After moving in together, co-parenting two little girls together, and accidentally forming a fake relationship, they somehow fall in love along the way.

The Bird and The Hood (FF | AO3) By Green4AllSeasons (FF | AO3) [WIP]

Jason Todd was the Robin that Tim Drake could never be. Sharp, ruthless, angry. Tim didn't know it was possible that he could hate another person so badly yet also desperately seek his approval. But then Jason died, and Tim was left to pick up the pieces. Now, nearly seven years later, Jason has returned with a mission. But he's different… Angrier. And Tim isn't so sure if he wants to know this Jason at all.

To See Through You By onesillygoose [Complete]

Jason and Tim realize that they are more alike than they thought. But they're both too stubborn to let the other one in. Can the two former Boy Wonders make things work between them? Or will pride get in the way?

Can I Steal A Kiss or Two? By stellewrites [Complete]

"Did you come with anyone tonight, Tim?" Tim nodded and looked around for a moment before he jerked his head over to a young alpha in the center of the room. The dark-haired alpha had a strong arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a blonde beta woman and Jason watched as Tim winced when she lent in to kiss the alpha. Jason winced in sympathy. That explains why the kid was necking the drinks like they were water. "Why don’t you stick with me for the rest of the evening, huh? I’ll be much better company than either of them." he ducked his head to speak directly into Tim’s ear. "I haven’t got eyes for any other beta or even a ‘mega tonight, just you. Promise." Jason grinned at the dark blush that spread down Tim’s neck. - Handmaids Tale-esc au with omega Tim finding his feet after being bought by alpha Jason and taken into his pack.

Time Bomb Town By Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou) [Complete]

In a world of scientifically proven psychic abilities, the practitioners - the so-called Talents - are called on to serve the public good. This is never more true than in Gotham, where the Wayne Parapsychic Institute works diligently for justice and peace in what is otherwise a mecca of rogue Talents. Bruce Wayne is one of the most powerful Talents on record; a Prime. So are all his children. All, that is, except for Tim Drake; a winged donkey to their high-flying Pegasus. Fed up with the constant reminders that he will never be able to catch up to their flight into the stars and beyond, he leaves. Trying to put the shattered pieces of his life together, he comes across Jason Todd; former member of the Wayne Parapsychic Institute and a powerhouse in terms of Talent, alive in an asylum years after everyone assumed him dead. Tim is determined to help Jason find a way back. Jason might end up teaching him a way forward.

[seirindono]

What are Sloth Sans/Demon Sans Powers; relationships; what is he like in the other runs???

Ok, let's talk about Demon! Sans!

The embodiment of idleness, he's the predator of many emotions and states linked to this sin, such as apathy, depression and resignation.

His preferred strategy is to lower the enemy's stats (DEF, ATK, HP, etc) so he can finish them off with a single strike or, better yet, let their body slowly die while he lulls their soul into an endless dream.

We've already talked about his use of illusions (music/ hypnosis) to charm and disarm his victims, dreams being his preferred hunting ground, and one of his unique ability (your personnal sleep paralysis demon), but he's just as much of a threat in real life!

He gradually deprives them of the desire to attack or defend themselves, amplifying the fatigue (physical and psychological) and sense of powerlessness, of helplessness hidden deep in their souls.

A word of advice, however, to intruders venturing into his Snowdin territory: if you stumble upon his collection of ice statues or a suspicious pile of snow, keep walking and don't touch anything.

If he's in a playful mood or if his victim has upset him, he takes great pleasure in awakening their traumas by peering into their unconscious and projecting nightmarish hallucinations. Making them super aware of their situation is also effective: they can't defeat him, and even if they could or if he decided to spare them, only death and more pain awaits them at the end of their journey, by the hand of another Lord or bc they're litteraly in hell.

However, his habit of granting a “peaceful death” is viewed as merciful compared to the other Lords (or cruel and messed up by others)

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I'll focus on the relationships showed here

Gluttony - His brother. He practically raised him and supports him to this day, going so far as to share the territory where they grew up (Snowdin). Demons tend to avoid such close ties, as it can become a weakness, but the Skeleton brothers are a rare exception, having proven time and again their ruthlessness.

Lust - They don't usually interact but Lust suspects he's hiding something from the other Lords. + there was the time he teleported in his sleep onto the set of Lust (live broadcast), putting everyone in the audience to sleep. He doesn't remember but Mettaton might hold a ti~ny grudge.

Pride - A combination of distrust and disapproval of some of the King's past decisions. He remains loyal to him, but doesn't mind the distance between their respective territories.

Wrath (former) - Lord from the past generation. He was close to them and received a lot of help from both him and their skeleton friend. Both disappeared overnight, their names erased from the archives as Undyne took on the now vacant role. He can't openly look for them bc of the King's order, but he assumes they must have found a way to hide somewhere…

Frisk - The kid that somehow managed to become friend with his brother and is now cosplaying as an imp. He has no interest in directly harming them, only playing tricks on them and witness how far they can make it with that puny soul.

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Other runs:

This part is still a WIP since I've mostly worked on a "neutral route" so far lol Also, Demons are, well, "bad", so the genocide run requires more reflection

Neutral:

Mischievous and willfully neglectful, he tolerates Frisk and the player on his territory, but doesn't go out of his way to help them since his brother is already helping.

Pacifist:

Still playful and unbothered, but Papyrus has told him all about Frisk's adventures and how they became friends with other Demons. He is curious and may appear at randoms moments in the run to help the player (tell them about a secret passage in Waterfall or come and play an instrument for Lust's show and put the whole audience to sleep).

.Gives Frisk a bone instrument (a very tiny violon) to celebrate their friendship and shares some secrets with them, like the origin of the bells on his and his brother's horns and how hell used to be before the Queen left.

Genocide:

Same as neutral until he kills Frisk for the first time. He'll trigger a blizzard on the next playthrough to block the door leading to HOME, trapping the player in the empty ruins to observe their reaction. If the player manages to find another way out (or force their way out), Sloth will appear to them only as illusions, asking what they are and mocking them for thinking they can defeat what is already dead, nonetheless sans is willing to watch them try.

.Observes and creates illusions along the way to hinder Frisk. He reveals that sinners can't escape hell until they're freed from their sins, and that the player will undoubtedly end up in the hands of Pride, the King and Demon who rules over those with egos as big as the player's (=that's why he and the other Lords are just toying with the player, they don't see them as a real threat and nobody wants to double-cross the King anyway).

.He's not that bothered by the actions of the player, they're demons and it's hell after all. He might even enjoy watching this more than the pacifist run at first....

edit:

Hm.... Actually, maybe I should rename these. Something like : Redemption or Sinner route idk the expectations are different from canon UT, Demons are USED to killing and stuff. Even if one of them die, a new demon reappear. No, the real surprise would be if someone tried to do good for once, wouldn't it?

As I said, it's a WIP

PHEW, there you go. That was a lot, enjoy!

[genericpuff]

the Underworld is the only godly realm that was built on capitalism

So what's Olympus built on? Socialism? Are the gods and nymphs there living the good life compared to their underworld counterparts? Are Zeus and Hera good monarchs even if they're not good people? Or is it just bad in a different way?

Olympus does still participate in capitalism to a degree (especially considering that they do a lot of buying and selling between the Underworld, ex. Kore isn't the only one who travels for work between realms) but the realm was originally built on offerings and bartering which is a tradition that's still maintained between the gods themselves - and it's a big reason why they care for the mortals at all, because without their prayers and offerings, the entire foundation of their realm and the gods' status as rulers would crumble.

So in that way, the gods in power - aside from Hades who is an exception we'll touch on in a second - don't really care about the societal institutions of money, because money just doesn't really serve any function for them that the mortals' offerings - and their own abilities as gods - aren't already providing them. The capitalist system that exists in Olympus is more so to serve the residents who aren't being actively worshipped, such as the nymphs and satyrs (though some are lucky to gain recognition in ways that benefits them through offerings) and for budding gods who don't have as much influence in the Mortal Realm yet (such as Kore).

That said, there are plenty of complaints to be made about Hera and Zeus regardless of the economy that exists within Olympus, buuuut we'll be getting into those issues later ;3 As for the quality of life of Olympus vs. the Underworld, there are pros and cons to both, as with any economic system. The Underworld has a bit of a steeper divide between the rich and poor, but living in Olympus comes with the caveats of being in Zeus' territory where life can be... unpredictable, to say the least. BUT the Underworld being built on the free market has provided it with unique advantages through their technological advancements (ex. the existence of cars and cellphones in both realms is largely owed to the Underworld); whereas Olympus has greater access to the resources of the gods themselves due to literally being the home of the King of the Gods who everyone tries to keep in their good graces.

We've seen a mini example of this bartering system already back in Episode 56: Hera telling Kore she was going to help her with her garden wasn't just the Queen dishing out orders, she was telling Kore that gardening would be a sufficient enough trade for having her in her home and feeding her.

She's not offering to feed Kore for free (which WOULD be an honor coming from the Queen), she's telling her "I'll provide you with the company of royalty and good food / wine / etc. in exchange for your gardening services." (that said, it is still sort of a high honor in and of itself considering Hera wouldn't let just anyone tend to her property ;3)

But that brings us to the exception - Hades. The Underworld had to be built on a different system due to many of its gods and goddesses not being commonly worshipped, so offerings and tributes were hard to come by. For Hades especially, how was he supposed to earn the favors of mortals when they wouldn't even dare speak his name? This led to him having to build the Underworld on the value of specific resources - such as the minerals and metals and gemstones found in the Underworld itself - which were later refined into common currency that's now used across the realms.

Fun fact, this is also why Kore is ticked off that the Underworld costs a toll to enter for both shades and gods alike - because there isn't a toll booth to get into Olympus.

The Underworld has truly mastered the art of microtransactions LMAO

To wrap up this fun lil' lore dump, there's a WIP scene I have on the back burner that goes into greater detail on Olympus' bartering systems but I haven't had the chance to work it naturally into the story yet, I'm hoping it'll be included in an upcoming episode soon but it's basically a cute lil' shopping sequence between Persephone, Artemis, and Daphne :' )

(enjoy these never before seen sketches of Daphne sporting Y2K-style fashion LMAO)

[punksalmons]

wip wednesday

almost thursday from where i'm posting it but i got @muddiedfoxglove's tag just in time <3. thx for the tag!

currently writing two things, but you guys get the torture chamber as a treat :)

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Bobby startles in the middle of the night, a crazed tone to his touch as he shakes Athena awake.

“Buck–” the name still shakes when it comes out of him. “He can't – he can’t be cremated.”

It's always these things: interruptions in the middle of the day (or, in this case, night) that get you. Athena remembers being in her twenties and burying a fiance gone too soon, having to write things down in her head as if through a haze, always when she least expected them. Athena would wash the dishes and realize – I have to cancel Emmet’s library card. I have to call Emmet’s basketball friends. I have to give back the garage tools Emmet rented. Bobby’s current reminder is shakier though – more desperate. She recognizes the glance to his eyes as the one that came before emergency AA meetings.

She calls Maddie. She was closer to her than Bobby anyways, and, really, Athena doesn't trust him on the phone – or much of anywhere at all. She doesn't leave his side to call –in the middle of the night, waking up a pregnant woman– a hand tight around Bobby’s wrist as if he could drift away otherwise; it's the worry that tends to follow Athena through the days now. Even as Bobby is prostrated on their bed – something empty but still too deep in his eyes.

“Bobby wants a burial.” Athena pulls the words like they belong in a case file, although it's impossible not to betray herself at the edges. “Cremation…” she trails off. Maddie isn't that close to Bobby either – but she must understand.

“Of course.” Maddie’s voice sounds thick. It always does these days. Athena can hear cloth shuffling on the other side of the line that must signal Chimney comforting his wife. “He absolutely has a say.”

It would be a better confirmation of family in another setting. She just wishes Maddie good night.

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dunno who's working on anything (and hasn't been tagged yet), so i'm just going to fire random shots @tanktopdiaz @hyruling @calamitydaze @damnikindaship and anyone who has something baking in the oven :)

[bonefall]

Dunno if they properly count to be recycled but in 'Into the Wild' Dawncloud mentions having more kittens she doesn't want to be killed which can't be Blossom or Swamp who are dead by this point.

I'm counting them. I haven't named them yet, but in my notes, they're marked down as "WindClan Massacre 1" and "WindClan Massacre 2."

Dawncloud is a mess in-canon. She's an apprentice who's supposed to be an old queen with several litters, and a mate so old he should have been dead before she was born. The way I've decided to approach her is by making her more accurate to her TPB appearance; an old queen.

She is now Raggedstar's littermate.

A friend of Yellowfang's youth, along with Ashflame (previously ShC Ashfur).

Finchflight was a total git. The kind of husband that you really hope she divorces, but never does.

Nasty to her friends, really full of himself, a fantastic warrior who doesn't let you forget it.

"Dawcy, what do you see in that guy?" "Ohh, you don't know him like I do."

Together, they had several litters of kits. I'm still working out the nitty gritty details on how many litters and how many kits in each.

The oldest were the two who eventually die in the massacre. There weren't as many ShadowClan casualties as WindClan casualties that night, but they were strong warriors in the initial strike squad.

I'm thinking of giving them bird names-- Drake and Harrier, maybe. Finchflight would want his firstborn kits to have names like him, and Dawncloud would oblige.

Scorchwind is in a later litter. He was born after his uncle earned the honor title of Raggedpelt, and Dawncloud adored her brother's old name.

With his blessing, the unused, "lucky name" was passed to Scorchkit.

There's another "maybe" cat who might be hers-- a Glitch Warrior, the "Not Brokenstar" forest rogue from Rise of Scourge.

His WIP name is Braketail. A brake is a marshland dominated by one species of plant. I'm tempted to make his name Brakebone though.

May or may not stay in the Dawnkin family, though. Depends.

Since BB!Brokenstar both does not have the "child soldiers" plotline and has a much longer rule than his canon counterpart, Dawncloud is now the progenitor of some "kit saves."

Currently, Mossthorn is her lastborn.

Finchflight died while they were young, so their temperament is vastly different from his older siblings.

From there, Swampfang, Volewhisper, and Blossomfrost are grandchildren now.

Discopaw and her unnamed sibling (current WIP name Poppaw) may also be Dawnkin, depending.

I'm still deciding who the parents were, though.

Current draft is giving Swamp/Bloss/Vole to Mossthorn, but I might give them to one of the dead firstborns. I like the idea of Volepaw getting horribly mauled while rushing to his parent's defense.

Dawncloud there in the camp, burying two children and unsure if her grandson will survive his injuries, deciding in that moment she cannot lose another kit.

Sadly though, this doesn't have a happy ending. Dawncloud's family is devastated by Runningnose's plague.

Dawncloud, Mossthorn, Volewhisper, and Pop are taken out as Nightstar sympathizers. Disco and Swamp are targeted too, but survive.

Blossomfrost wanted to be a Cleric. She begged Runningnose to let her help, not knowing it was him who had unleashed it on the Clan that "betrayed" Brokenstar.

He warned her that the plague was dangerous, and that there were serious risks involved. She could have distanced herself from the infected, stayed safe. But she didn't.

Her death was unfortunate collateral. She was a bright young warrior with a good heart. A waste.

I'm unsure if Discopaw will stay in this family, but it's definitive that Crowfrost will be descended from Dawncloud. What defines this family is their bright, two-colored irises. Crow has cobalt ringed by brilliant blue frost.

To add insult to injury, I imagine Nightwhisper's name is a direct reference to Volewhisper. Probably Runningnose's idea; to have the first warrior that Tigerstar names be a repeat of the first title Nightstar gave.

'Let this be the sight you die seeing, Dawncloud,' Runningnose's subtle smile and gleeful eyes silently declare, 'I've taken your kits. I've trampled their honor. Everything you betrayed your Clan for was for nothing.'

It's only the beginning of TigerClan's tyranny, a droplet of the bloodbath to come.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for videogeek; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.  (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The first time Kara had seen that, she’d really hoped it was a good sign. She's not very religious or even all that spiritual, but . . . 

But maybe Rao led them here. Maybe Rao found this path for them. Maybe this planet’s pretty little yellow sun is a god he . . . knows, or knew, or even fathered. It's a much younger sun than his own red giant, after all. 

And maybe it's a silly or stupid kind of hope, but Kara can't quite help hoping it all the same. There's no one to tell it to anyway, so it doesn't matter if she whispers a thanks to Rao once or twice, or to this pretty little yellow sun that she doesn't know the name of. At least they're here. At least they made it this far. 

At least she hasn't failed Kal or their entire house yet. 

The skies on this planet are so big, and its sun is so warm. It might not be stupid, to hope it’s a good sign. 

“Sturms a-commin,” Pa says, still squinting at the sky. “Buss finn-ush batt-nin dow.”

Kara doesn't understand, still–“buss” she thinks is a good word, usually, and “a-commin” usually means something’s going to happen soon. She isn't sure about “finn-ush”, but Ma and Pa say it over meals sometimes, but also sometimes when they're in the middle of something, it seems like? 

So maybe . . . something is going to happen? And maybe something Pa thinks is good? But they have to take care of their work first, before it does? Or maybe it's just time for “lun-chuh”? 

Kara wouldn't mind something to eat right now, admittedly. Or to get back to Kal. 

“Buss a-commin,” she repeats, trying to mimic Pa’s pronunciation the best she can; trying to sound confident in it and in what she’s . . . trying to say, at least. Trying to keep the smile on her face, if nothing else, even if Kal isn’t here right now. She still needs to be smiling, even when it’s not for him. Needs Ma and Pa to like her, and think she’s useful, and that she’s worth keeping around a little longer. 

Pa chuckles, and spares her a smile too. So . . . she thinks that’s good, then, and hopefully he understood what she meant well enough. So–something good is going to happen, so they’re going to get their work taken care of. 

Or “lun-chuh” is going to happen. But Kara wouldn’t mind that, like she said. 

Pa goes through a few more chores with her, but they’re a little different from the usual ones they do together–covering things up, mostly, and closing up the barn, and bringing in all the ���kuh-ows” and “chee-kens” . . . early, for some reason? Very early, even if they are about to have “lun-chuh”. Kara isn’t sure why today is different, but Pa is the one who knows how to do the chores, so she just assumes there’s a good reason and tries to remember how to do it all for later. 

If there is a later, anyway. If they stay that long. If . . . 

Just–“if”, she supposes.

[hippiegoth97]

Random Egon Spengler Thought #3

A/N: The votes are in, and I've continued on with the story I've created! Officially part three, and what I hope to be the final one. I've still got my massive Egon x OC wip to work on, as fun as these little tangents are to write and share with you all. Anyway, enjoy! (For those who want to catch up, here's Part 1 and Part 2!)

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, swearing, no use of y/n, established relationship, fem!reader, unprotected sex, fluff, use of pet names, body worship, mentions of stress/hazardous work environments, groping, heavy kissing, dirty (filthy) talk

Tags: @ghostsfungitwinkies @taire-the-disaster-gay @gr00vyashley @hoodiewearingsimp @sunnyday-realestate-agent @haroldramistwinkie @verypsbfan019 (if this isn't your thing, feel free to ignore, or ask me to remove the tag💜)

"Sorry I'm late, we received a couple of extra calls tonight," Egon says as he walks through the door to your apartment with the key you'd given him. He was supposed to show up hours ago, you'd prepared dinner and everything. His favorite, a beef stir-fry which rivals that of his favorite Chinese take-out place that closed down a couple of years ago.

"It's fine," you reply from the couch, having changed into your pajamas when it became clear he was going to be late. Dinner sits in Tupperware in the fridge, though it doesn't reheat the best. You can't say you aren't a little annoyed that yet another planned date night in has been derailed, but you can hardly blame Egon for that. His job is important, and you knew what you were getting into when you started seeing him.

"No, it isn't," Egon tells the truth for you. It tears him up inside that tonight's plans were ruined, as they have been the last twelve times. He barely gets to see you lately, always at work either catching ghosts or analyzing new slime samples. It may be good for business, but it's not fair to you, or your relationship.

It hasn't been feeling very good for him, either. He doesn't get nearly enough rest anymore, forced to sleep at the firehouse with the guys practically every night. Which is far from a picnic, given that Ray snores like a semi-truck and Peter has taken up the habit of sleepwalking. It's affecting his focus, and in turn, his work. Ray has needed to correct him on his lab work a couple of times, and he just barely missed getting sliced open by Winston's proton stream on one of the calls today. Hell, he couldn't even remember to change out of his Ghostbusters uniform before coming here.

You look up at Egon from your book, some trashy romance novel you were passing the time with, although all you could think about was him. "Oh, darling. You look exhausted," you tut, putting the book down and standing to go to him. He's still in his uniform, a couple globs of slime soaking into the shoulders of his suit. His hair is a wild mess, his face unshaven, smudged with dirt and grime from wherever the hell he's been tonight. He even has a scrape on his left cheek, bright red cutting through the dark, dingy smears.

"I am," he replies simply, meeting your gaze. His eyes feel like they weigh a thousand pounds apiece, but he can't stand to ignore a chance to look at your gorgeous face.

"Don't even worry about date night, Egon. You've been dealing with so much at work, and I knew what I signed up for in being your girlfriend," you say comfortingly, stroking his uninjured cheek with your thumb.

"But, I am worried," Egon sighs, taking your hands in his. He still has his work gloves on, an annoying layer of separation between you. "I'm worried about you, about us. We barely get to see each other, I can't even sleep," he explains, sounding far more distressed than you've seen him before. He's tired, probably hungry, and frustrated about missing time with you. "You deserve to have a partner who will make time for you," Egon says, which makes your heart drop. It sounds like he's going to break up with you. You're about to cut in and beg for him to reconsider, but he keeps going. "I'm going to tell the guys I need to cut back on work for a while," he adds, which certainly isn't what you were expecting.

"Oh, Egon, are you sure? It sounds like all of you are pretty swamped, I'd hate for the others to have to pick up the slack when it's so busy," you seriously cannot believe the words out of your mouth. You're trying to talk him out of spending time with you? Did you hit your head on the way out of bed this morning? Has Earth suddenly turned into Planet Crazy?

"They'll be fine, darling. The others have all gotten their turn to step back for a while, some more than once. Peter did to take care of Oscar and marry Dana, Winston to help his sick aunt, Ray frequently takes a leave of absence for pilgrimages to haunted historical sights around the world or to attend paranormal conventions," Egon explains.

"But until now, I never really had a reason to take a break from the Ghostbusters. The only time I stopped before was when we got shut down, but even then, I threw myself into intensive research that absorbed most of my time," he pauses. "And then I met you, darling. And everything changed," Egon says with a warm smile, making one blossom on your own lips. "For the first time in my life, I have someone. It's my turn to enjoy that, the guys will surely understand," he says, reassuring you that this time off for him is well-earned, deserved, and worth it. For you.

"Well, it sounds like you've made up your mind, Dr. Spengler," you say eagerly, very keen on this idea.

"Yes," Egon chuckles, picking up from your tone that this conversation is quickly heading into a more amorous direction.

"In that case, I say your time off starts right now," you tease, maneuvering the two of you to turn around so Egon's back faces the couch. You press on his chest, leading him to fall into the seat. He grunts quietly at the impact, looking up at you with curious eyes. It seems you want to be in charge tonight, and he has no energy to argue.

"We'd better get you out of these clothes," you say softly, getting on your knees before him. You lean down to unlace his boots, pulling the strings nice and slow. Egon watches you closely, a pulse of newfound energy coursing through him. He's excited to see where you take this, the lengths you may go to attend to him. He lifts each foot to help you remove his shoes, before you toss them aside. He sighs in relief, flexing his toes that have been confined for almost an entire twenty-four hours.

"Lie down for me, Egon," you say as you stand upright once more. He does as you ask, with you joining him a moment after. You straddle his lap, already feeling his erection forming beneath his suit. "Give me your hands," you gently command, reaching out for them. He gives them to you, watching as you take off his gloves. You plant soft kisses all along his hands once they're bare, holding his gaze as you do so.

"I love these hands...you know? So warm, and handsome, and strong," you say between kisses. "And these fingers," you muse, stroking each one of his digits with a featherlight touch. "Always able to touch me how I like, reach all the right places," you take his index finger into your mouth, lightly sucking him in, running your tongue along the underside of it. You take him all the way in, making Egon gasp as he wishes you'd do the same somewhere further south. You gradually pull his finger out, grinning lustfully once he's free from your mouth.

"Take my shirt off for me, darling," you instruct. Egon grabs the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it up along your body to expose your soft flesh. You raise your arms up, allowing him to pull it over your head. You tits bounce once they're free, and you bring Egon's hands up to massage them. You sigh as his warm palms close on your mounds, giving him a single roll of your hips over his stiff cock. His tip catches on your clit through all the layers of fabric, drawing a wispy moan from your lips.

"Fuck," Egon murmurs at the feeling of you grinding against him, how your breasts sit in his hands perfectly. Every move you make is so seductive, yet tender. Exactly what he needs after the unbelievably long day he's had.

You lay yourself over him, your hands on his chest as you lean in the kiss his neck. "Gonna take my time with you," you say against his stubbled skin. You can taste his long-dried sweat on your lips, driving you to nip and suck on his throat. Egon groans beneath you, such a tired little sound that gets you twice as wet as you were to begin with.

"I can feel how hard you are for me," you say lowly, grinding your hips again, slow and torturous for the both of you. You moan against Egon at the friction, unable to resist chasing it a few more times. You force yourself to stop, to resume your leisurely exploration of his entire body. You sit up, reaching for the zipper on his suit. You pull it down, revealing the black t-shirt he wears underneath it. You run your hands along this newly exposed garment, the warmth of his chest radiating into your palms through the fabric. You can feel the lightly toned muscles that come from lugging heavy equipment day in and day out, and you want to see them, feel them, kiss them.

You unzip his suit further, down to his waist, tugging at the arms. Egon assists you, sitting up slightly to slip out of the sleeves. You immediately grab at the hem of his undershirt, whipping it over his head a second later. You push him back down, your eyes full of hunger. You're on him like flies on honey, your mouth landing everywhere it can possibly reach, leaving blazing marks of saliva behind. His shoulders, his pectorals, his stomach. You're making a sloppy meal out of him, savoring every last lick and nibble.

"Ah," Egon hisses when you playfully bite on one of his nipples, quickly groaning afterwards as you soothe it with your hot tongue.

"You have such a gorgeous body, Egon," you praise, kissing your way back up to his neck again. "I love the way your arms feel when they're wrapped around me, protective and safe...perfect for carrying me to bed, or tossing me onto it," you chuckle, tickling his flesh with your breath.

"Any time you want me to, darling," Egon replies with a gentle laugh, bringing his hand up to stroke your bare back. You hum at his touch, nearly melting further into him. One little touch from him is all it takes to bring you peace and calm.

"Touch me lower," you say softly, wanting so badly for him to feel you in his beautiful hands. He does as you ask, traveling further along your spine, grabbing a firm handful of your ass. You let out a soft moan, pressing yourself into his hold out of instinct. You love the way this feels, but you want for him somewhere else even more. "Lower, Egon," you whine, unable to help squirming a little in anticipation.

"Put my hand anywhere you'd like. You're in control here," Egon says lowly, his voice venturing into that deep, seductive tone uttered only to you.

You shudder at his words, nodding against his chest. You shimmy out of your lounging shorts, leaving you completely naked on top of him. You gaze down at Egon with purpose, taking hold of his hand. You bring him first to your chest again, trailing down the front of your body, passing over your ribs, your navel, until he meets the patch of hair between your thighs. You grip his wrist with more stability, bringing his hand onto your soaked cunt. His fingertips brush through your slick folds, running over your clit.

"Fuck," you gasp in pleasure, dragging his fingers back and forth across your pussy.

Egon is entranced by the sight before him, the vision of you completely nude, using his hand to get yourself all riled up. His cock throbs inside his suit as he watches you play with yourself, as he hears you letting out the most vulgar noises. After a short while, Egon takes over for you, his skills far surpassing your own in this particular activity. He circles your bundle of nerves, pressing on it at the right times to send you moaning with your head fallen back.

"Fuck, Egon. I want you so bad, I'm so wet for you. Need you, darling, need you now," you babble, growing more desperate to feel him inside you with each passing second.

"Then take me," Egon says, mirroring your burning desire.

Those three little words are all it takes for you to practically rip the rest of his uniform off, clumsily pulling at it, tossing it away carelessly once Egon is set free from it. You grab hold of his dick, and it sits heavy in your hand, leaking profusely as you begin to stroke him. You scoot down his lap, bending over to kiss his thighs as your hand glides up and down on his shaft. As much as you want Egon inside you, you haven't finished worshipping him just yet.

Egon lets out pitiful moans and swears while you tease him, putting off the main event just a little while longer. If he had the energy for it, he'd probably pull you back up to him and shove his cock into you, thrust his hips up with all his might again and again until the two of you become a most satisfied mess. But he waits, appreciating the lengths you're going to, to shower him in your affection.

"Mm, I love these legs of yours, darling," you praise, sucking a dark hickey onto Egon's inner thigh, marking him as yours. "But I love what's between them even more," you say, practically panting as you briefly take his balls into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around them, pulling a loud groan from Egon in the process. You let them go a moment after, moving further along, licking a long stripe along the underside of his dick.

"Oh, god," Egon moans, gripping the sides of the couch. He's not sure how much more he can take, you're driving him insane at this point.

"You have the most perfect cock, too," you say with a grin, kissing along his length until you reach his throbbing tip. "You fill me up just right...hit every perfect spot inside me...make me come so fucking hard," you can't help moaning through your filthy words, grinding your hips against nothing at the thought of how well Egon satisfies you. You suck his cockhead between your lips, cleaning up the glossy mess spilling out of it. You whimper at the taste, wishing there was more of it to find.

"Darling, please. I can't take much more of your teasing," Egon huffs as his mind sprints a mile a minute. He's already running on almost no sleep, which has sent his body into overdrive along with your tantalizing torture. He needs you right now, he can't wait any longer.

"Neither can I," you admit, bringing yourself back into his lap, his cock resting against your stomach. You get up onto your knees, holding Egon steady in your grasp, your free hand on his chest for balance. You bring his dick to your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him, taking every last inch. "Fuck, I've missed this," you moan as you stuff yourself with his cock, remembering just how long it's been since the last time.

"I've missed this, too," Egon agrees, his breath shaking as your drenched cunt squeezes around him. The reminder of just how intoxicating being inside of you feels makes him realize another layer of his frustration. These past weeks, the most you've been able to manage is a quickie on the few days Egon had some hours to himself.

"Missed you," you pant, leaning down to bring your lips to his for the first time tonight. How could you possibly forget such a vital part of him in all your affectations? You kiss him hard and deep, stealing away what little breath either of you have.

"Missed you, too," Egon murmurs when you pull back to breathe. You gaze deep into one another's eyes, lips still barely brushing against each other, and you start to ride him. Slow and languid, just like everything else you've done tonight. You stay close to Egon, your chest pressed to his as you roll your hips expertly.

"Feels so good, darling," you say to him, occasionally moaning and gasping quietly when his cock hits certain angles.

"I second that," he replies softly, smiling warmly at you. His hands come up to rest on your hips, keeping you steady as you leisurely bounce on his length.

You continue like this for a while, kissing and fucking like it's the easiest thing in the world, with no regard for what time it is or any responsibilities waiting for you. You plant soft kisses across Egon's face, the final place to receive your adoration. His cheeks (though you're careful not to irritate the scraped one), his nose, his jawline, his forehead. No stone is unturned in your pilgrimage across his body that you love so much.

"You are the most handsome, beautiful man I've ever met, you know that?" You ask him, though he's usually too humble to agree.

"You tell me so quite often," he says in acknowledgement, his ears growing a bit red, as they always do. Egon isn't much of a blusher, in his cheeks, at least. But when you really get him going, his ears look like he was out in the sun for too long.

"Because it's true," you giggle at his shyness, finding it ever so endearing. You'd think - given his line of work - he wouldn't be shy about anything, but you prove to be the one thing left in the world that still gets him flustered. "I don't just mean that physically, either. You have a beautiful mind, and heart, and soul. I see it all, my love. Every time I look at you," you say sweetly, caressing his cheek with your hand.

"I see the same in you, darling," Egon replies warmly, giving your hips a tender squeeze. He lifts his head up to initiate a kiss of his own, while also daring to gently thrust up into you to meet your bounces. You whimper against his mouth, a sign that you like what he's doing. He does it again, and again, earning your tongue dancing with his own in return.

The both of you speed things up just the tiniest bit, wanting to enjoy this moment as much as possible. Groans and whines spill through the gaps of your casual kisses, the smacking of lips mingling in an obscene harmony. Words fall away from the forefront of your minds, save for the occasional swear. All that matters to either of you now is sensation, the shared love that radiates between the two of you.

You keep up with one another, holding on tightly as pleasure builds within you both. You don't change pace, you don't worry about extra stimulation. You simply don't stop. Not for what feels like hours, thoroughly enjoying your intimate time together, until broken cries of ecstasy finally break through your lips.

You cling to Egon as your orgasm delicately slices through you, your body shaking and covered in lust-scented sweat. Your pussy clenches around his cock, your walls begging to be coated in his thick, warm release. The wish is granted as he sharply thrusts into you, spilling ropes of cum that warm you up from the inside out like a comforting cup of tea. Egon keeps you close to him with his big, strong arms, letting his high roll over him, riding every wave alongside you until you both finally come to a stop.

You lie on top of him for a good while, his cock softening inside of you, your eyes blissfully closed as you feel complete. You can sense Egon feels the same way, there are only very rare times when you aren't on the same page in matters of the heart.

"Move in with me," you say, barely above a whisper as you still try to catch your breath.

"What?" Egon asks, though he certainly heard you the first time. You sit up, peeling your sticky body away from his to repeat yourself.

"I want you to move in with me," you say again. "I think it's about time you have a place to call home that isn't also your place of work. Plus, it'll give us more time together," you explain, though Egon doesn't respond yet. "What do you think?" You ask as you bit your lip, growing a bit nervous that he hasn't said a word.

"I'd love to move in with you, darling. I can pack my things tomorrow," Egon says, overjoyed at your most wonderful offer. No more snoring, no more sleepwalking, no more lack of privacy. And best of all, he gets to live with you. The one woman in the world he loves more than life itself.

"Great! I'll help you pack!" You say excitedly, giving him a celebratory kiss. He accepts it gladly, meeting your enthusiasm. He can't wait to share this wonderful space with you, this place that has honestly felt like his home since he started seeing you, even though it wasn't official until now.

"I love you so much, Egon. I can't wait to make my home into ours," you can't help giggling at the thought of sharing closets, rearranging furniture, and arguing over where Egon can keep his mold, spore, and fungus collection. Every last second of it is going to be amazing.

"Neither can I, darling," Egon says, giving you another kiss. "Although, I wouldn't mind some of that famous beef stir fry first," he says eagerly, remembering he hasn't eaten in far too long.

"You got it, roomie," you tease, before carefully removing yourself from Egon's lap to go heat up some dinner. You don't bother putting on any clothes, opening the fridge and putting portions of stir fry onto plates and plopping them into the microwave. Once it's all set, you bring the plates back to the couch, where you and Egon proceed to dig in and watch some stupid late-night movie on tv. Completely nude and happier than either of you thought possible. Full of love, fatty food, and unadulterated bliss.

[d3lly1000]

MY SONAMY HEADCANONS!!

A little more about them in my AU! (Which still doesn't have a name yet, But it's heading towards my NextGenAU in the future!) with some wips/sketches I made a while ago too!

Hedgehogs' quills tend to stand up depending on their genuine emotions. Some have more control over this ability than others, like Sonic. Every time Amy and he share affection, he gets twice as spiky as she does, instantly.

While Sonic's quills stand up, Amy constantly wags her tail as her emotions take over. It’s a unique trait of hers. (Her tail is a sensitive area.)

The most effective areas for Sonic to be affectionate are behind his ears, the quills on his back, and the fur on his chest. Every time Amy pets one of these areas, he’s instantly knocked out, surrendering to her. (He lets out some quiet hedgehog-like sounds similar to purring.)

Showing affection in public isn't Sonic's strong suit. He prefers to keep his relationship with Amy private, both for security reasons against villains like Eggman and because of his personal nature. When alone, he tends to be very careful and romantic — in his own way, which always makes Amy completely swoon with love.

Amy often makes treats for all of her friends, but for Sonic, she specifically learned how to make each Chili Dog he tried during his worldwide journey in Sonic Unleashed. Sonic can’t hide how happy he gets when he passes by her window and smells the aroma of his favorite food.

Sonic's love languages are Gifts, Quality Time, and Acts of Service. Amy's love languages are Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, and Gifts.

Amy tends to blush more than Sonic. Even after a long time together, she still isn’t used to the fact that he’s so romantic in private, more than she had thought.

Sometimes Sonic likes to tease her by calling her "Rosy" or "Rascal." Amy gets irritated or embarrassed, depending on the situation.

They are a Slow Burn/Friends To Lovers. You could say it’s a "Fell in love first/fell hard."

Both of them are extremely competitive. Sometimes, they even act impulsively together.

Every full moon on October 31st, some distant rifts left from Dark Gaia in the world briefly open. This influences Sonic in his Werehog form, where on this specific day, he becomes his "monstrous" side again. He feels more pessimistic than usual, both from having to hide from others and from remembering Chip. Amy always supports him and spends as much time as possible hugging him and giving affection. Sonic can say that it's one of the good things about those days.

For now, that's it! I want to add more little things as I keep writing the ideas I have for the AU 😊💖 Thank you for reading up to here!

[dandelion-wings]

Re-reading current WIPs leads to re-reading old stuff no longer in progress, which lead me today to the old stuff from @theabysscomeshome and I's Harbinger AU. And it occurred to me that, while I doubt I'm ever fixing up or finishing the outdated stuff enough to ever put this on AO3 at this point, I could go ahead and post the one complete piece from it that's not completely jossed, and that I still like, here. >>

For reference, the Harbinger AU is essentially a Venti-Tsarita roleswap (with a side of Jean-Childe roleswap but that doesn't show up at all in here), wherein the Knights of Favonius essentially fill the Fatui's role.

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The great tower in front of them is in disrepair, shattered and half-broken, but the cubical mechanism for opening the door still works once the hilichurls out front have been cleared away. As the great door grinds open, tilted sideways at an awkward angle, a cheerful voice rings out from behind them both.

"Oh, it's Sir Diluc!"

Diluc spins around, his hand dropping to the hilt of his claymore. Lumine, noting his narrowed eyes and tight jaw, follows suit. In front of them both is a young woman, or older girl, in a leather traveling outfit with bright red accents that stand out against the swirling snow--including a headband that looks like nothing so much as a pair of rabbit ears. She pulls up the goggles that had been over her eyes and grins at them.

"Hello! I haven't met you before. Who are you?"

"Outrider," Diluc says, his tone guarded, though he doesn't yet draw his claymore. "You're a long way from Mondstadt."

"So are you! It's so nice to meet you here. I haven't seen you in ages." The girl skips forward as if she hasn't noticed Diluc's tension or the hand tightening further around his claymore's hilt. "Sir Kaeya and Master Jean will be so glad to know you're all right!"

"*Don't*," Diluc growls.

Those names Lumine recognizes. "Diluc, who is this?"

"Outrider Amber of the Knights of Favonius. Which makes her very far from her operational area."

"Oh, that's expanded a little bit since you left, Sir Diluc." She veers away from him to bound smiling over to Lumine. "I still haven't gotten your name."

"My name is Lumine," she says, fighting the urge to reach for the hand that Amber holds out to her. The girl's cheerful friendliness is at sharp odds with how tensely Diluc watches her. Also, if she's more recently from Mondstadt... Lumine has to ask. "Have you met a boy who looks like me on your travels from Mondstadt? I'm looking for my brother."

Amber looks her up and down, then shakes her head, an apologetic look on her face. "No, I'm sorry, I haven't. But I can put up some posters for you once I get back! Uh... if you can tell me a place to contact you...."

"Don't bother," Diluc says.

"I don't have any way for you to contact me, since I'm on the road. But I appreciate the offer." Lumine looks over at Diluc, trying to judge if it's *really* necessary to keep her hand on her sword. "I thought the Knights of Favonius were dangerous? But Amber's willing to put up posters, even if there's no point."

"It's not her I'm worried about. It's who might come behind her. Is that Lawrence woman in Snezhnaya too?"

"Don't call her that! At least call her Sir Eula!" Amber stamps a foot and glares at him. "And I can't tell you her movements, but she's not with me. I'm here because Sir Kaeya's too much of a layabout to do his own intelligence missions."

"Hey, should you be telling us that?" Paimon asks. She's drifted forward over Lumine's shoulder, her curiosity drawing her in.

"You're with Sir Diluc, so it's fine. He's a little grumpy, but he's not a bad guy."

Diluc sighs and straightens up, finally releasing his claymore. "She wouldn't tell us if she thought we could interfere with it. Which means she won't tell us the details, either."

"Nope!" Amber beams at him. "I'm so lucky I saw you guys in the snow. Your hair really stands out, Sir Diluc, and you always wear that black coat, so I thought it must be you. Even though it's not part of the mission, Sir Kaeya will be glad to know you're still going strong. And that you made a friend."

"Hmmph." Diluc crosses his arms over his chest. "And I'm sure it will help him track my movements."

"Duh! He worries about you, you know." She looks past them at the open door to the tower, then turns to Lumine. "If you're going in there, do you want some help? I have the time, and I wouldn't mind getting out of the cold for a while. Snezhnaya is *freezing*. Besides, I can tell Sir Diluc all about how Master Jean and Sir Kaeya are doing."

Lumine glances over at Sir Diluc. He looks a little annoyed, but not alarmed, and he doesn't try to refuse for her. This is her mission, given by the Tsaritsa, even if he's been helping her on it. And she would like to learn a little more about these Knights of Favonius from someone who doesn't have so obvious a grudge. It seems somehow appropriate to do so in pursuit of an Anemoculus.

"All right," Lumine says. "You can help."

As Lumine turns back towards the gaping black shadow of the doorway, she hears Amber cheer behind her. "Awesome! I can't wait to show you Baron Bunny."

***

Baron Bunny is a giant plush, it turns out. It explodes, which is a bit unexpected, but after the brief surprise of it in the first fight Lumine quickly gets used to it. Amber isn't nearly as strong a fighter as Diluc, though she also has a Pyro Vision, but just the presence of her flaring heat in battle seems to make the Melt effect that Lumine has gotten used to setting up with Diluc more effective. Overall, she's a much better party member than Diluc's reaction had led Lumine to expect.

A quarter of the way up the tower, they run into what seems to be a dead end. Lumine stands at the bottom of a cavernous space, made more so by the lingering edges of floors and walls that have crumbled away above. Even if she stands on the highest of the broken pillars, the next partially-intact floor is dozens of feet over her head. There's a lift mechanism in the corner, but it lies dormant and still.

"Those torches," Diluc says, holding his flaming claymore high to light the space. "That sort are usually connected to the mechanisms in these ruins. If I can reach them, I can light them and see what they'll do. It's getting there that's the problem."

Lumine looks around and sees what he means. The tilting and crumbling of the tower have put most of them in nearly-unaccessible spots. That one he might be able to reach by jumping off this pillar if she jumps far enough, and if he can squeeze through that rubble there one is half-buried behind it... but the ones higher on the walls will be harder to reach. Her Cryo constructs melt so quickly under Diluc's feet. The two that, due to the tilt of the tower, are practically on the ceiling? She has no idea about those.

"Oh, is that all? Leave it to me," Amber chirps from the base of the pillar. Lumine crouches down and watches her unsling her bow. She takes careful aim at each of the torches, the ends of her arrows bursting into flame, and lights each of them with one shot, even the half-buried one that Lumine wouldn't have thought she could reach.

"Thank you," Lumine says, smiling at her, as the lift jerks to life and begins to slowly grind its way up the wall. "We couldn't have done that without you."

"Glad to help." Amber assures her, dashing up the slant of the wall towards the lift. "Last one up is a rotten egg!"

Lumine jumps off the pillar to hit the wall right behind her. As she scrambles up onto the lift she sees Diluc uncross his arms, brace himself, and leap to follow.

***

They make it most of the rest of the way up before they reach another such space, this one with great crumbled gaps in the outer walls as well. No lift or torches are apparent this time. The cold winds from outside the tower rip through the sides of the tower, leaving piled-up drifts of snow behind. Lumine, Diluc, and Amber crouch in the lowest corner, Paimon floating low and using Lumine as a windbreak.

"Those are blowing harder than I'd have thought from looking outside," Diluc says. "There must be Anemo energy leaking down from above."

"I bet we could get up there using those winds," Amber says, eyeing the roaring flurries overhead in speculation.

"With the winds?" Lumine asks.

"Yeah, using our wind gliders!" Amber reaches back and pats the narrow wood-and-metal box on her back that Lumine had thought was some kind of travel case. "Sir Diluc, haven't you shown Lumine how to glide yet?"

"We haven't been in a large enough town to find one for sale. Or to get mine repaired," he says expressionlessly.

"What, your wind glider is broken? Let me take a look at it," Amber begs, reaching out towards him like she wants to grab for something. "I bet I can fix it. And I have a spare with me I could lend to Lumine, so we can show her how to glide! You know there won't be a better way up."

Diluc stares at her for a moment more, calculating, then reaches into his travel pack and pulls out another such case and holds it out. Amber snatches it from him with a squeal of excitement. "The left wing won't extend fully," he tells her as she flips it over and starts undoing catches on the back.

"Oh, that's because your pivot gears are bent. This will take me a few minutes, so maybe we should sit down and rest while I fix it? I haven't eaten in ages."

"A lunch break sounds like a *great* idea!" Paimon seconds enthusiastically. "Lumine, do you have more of that cabbage-potato borscht?"

"No, I'm all out," Lumine says regretfully to Paimon. Her stomach rumbles at the memory of the delicious soup. "Diluc, what about you?"

"I have potatoes."

"Nothing else?"

"Potatoes are a complete meal on their own."

"Not without butter and cream," Amber protests, looking up from the articulating wing made of metal joins and wooden feathers that she's stretched out over her knees. "I did some hunting earlier, and I still have plenty of meat, plus some cheese. You could make a pile-'em-up! You were always really good at that one."

"Oh!" Paimon comes zooming up to hover level with Diluc's face, bobbing in the air in front of him. "Juicy meat and melty cheese and potatoes! That sounds perfect to Paimon!"

Diluc bats irritably at Paimon until she drifts further away. "It won't be the same without lamp grass for seasoning."

"True," Amber says. "I guess I could make my signature Outrider's champion steak when I'm done fixing your wind glider."

"...I'll make a pile-'em-up without the lamp grass."

***

The Hydro Abyss Mage, shell frozen by Lumine's Cryo and melted into nothingness by Diluc's phoenix and Amber's arrows, tumbles squealing to the floor. Diluc lunges forward and drops down on top of it, pinning it beneath his knees, one hand on its shoulder, the other holding his claymore across its throat.

"The key to the pillar," he snaps at it. "How do we get it open?"

"Like I'm going to tell you," the Abyss Mage chitters, its voice high and cracking and full of vicious glee. "You'll never get through- aaah! That hurts!"

Diluc lets the flame die. "Tell us, or it's going to hurt a lot more."

"Favonians who can't even figure out the order of the elemental monuments on your own- aaah! Ow! Okay! The first, third and fifth have to be lit at the same time, while the other two are left alone, or they all go out! Aaaaah, I'm not lying!"

With a jerk of his claymore, Diluc slices through the Abyss Mage's neck, and it dissolves into powdery black smoke. Then he rises and turns to study the elemental monuments arranged around the pillar in which the Anemoculus is said to be encased. The way they're set, she can tell his phoenix can't hit all three at once without lighting the two in between.

"You could get those two," Lumine suggests, pointing to the two on the end. The curving way the monuments have been arranged in front of the pillar means that there's a straight line between them that wouldn't touch the others. "And Amber can shoot the third at the same time."

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Amber pulls an arrow from her bow and sets it to the string, looking at Lumine with a smile. "Just give me a signal."

"Fine," Diluc says shortly, and walks to where he needs to stand to line up the phoenix. He, too, looks at Lumine for a signal.

Lumine takes a couple of steps back, just in case, and raises a hand. "Fire!" she calls, snapping it down.

Amber's arrow flies and flashes, the phoenix blazes forward, and the three monuments light up, Pyro sigils shining above them as veins of elemental energy run glowing down them like lava down a volcano's side. There's a click from the pillar, then a grinding of stone, and a portion of the front slides away. The Anemoculus--a blue-green orb framed with irregular, feathery wing-like protrusions, with a more stylized wing-like symbol shining from within the orb--rotates slowly within. She can feel the Anemo energy radiating off of it, generating a cool breeze that flows through the room.

Slowly, entranced by the beauty of the elemental object, Lumine starts forward. She reaches a hand out towards it as she passes the monument that Amber had lit.

But Amber is faster. She dashes forward and thrusts her hand into the pillar, snatching the Anemoculus from its prison. As she turns about, Lumine unthinkingly reaches towards her, expecting to be handed it. Amber just pulls her goggles down and bounces backwards, using the tilt of the floor to speed her movement.

"Sorry, Lumine. I wish I didn't have to do this, you seem really nice. But Sir Kaeya says Master Jean needs these, and even if he's too lazy to get them himself, I can't let you have one. I really hope I didn't mess things up for you too much. Good luck finding your brother! Sir Diluc, I'll tell everyone you said hi!"

As Diluc lunges for her, face twisted in fury, hands outstretched, she flings herself through the arching, open window behind her and into the freezing winds below. Amber twists about in the air, clutching the Anemoculus to her chest with one hand and pulling the string on her wind glider with the other. Wings snap out behind her and she catches the wind, soaring away and down with expert speed.

"After her!" Lumine shouts at Diluc, charging towards the same window, reaching for the release of the glider Amber had told her to keep as she goes. She can hear his feet on the floor behind her. Paimon, wailing in alarm, grabs Lumine's arm and clutches on tight as they launch.

The winds battering at her out here are entirely different from those they'd flown on in the tower. While they aren't as strong, they also aren't nearly as directed. With only her minimal experience, Lumine can't manage to steer herself after Amber, who is dwindling into a spiraling red-brown dot in the distance. Diluc has more experience with wind gliders, but he seems to be having just as much trouble--no, more, one wing, the supposedly fixed wing, stiff and unmoving even when the other one flexes. He's caught by a particularly strong buffet and tumbles as something in the unmoving wing, unable to flex, instead snaps.

With Amber already out of reach, Lumine turns and dives as best she can after Diluc instead. He doesn't fall at deadly speed, but it's still a good clip, and he hits the ground below with a crash sufficient to throw up snow in a blinding cloud all around. Lumine wipes it from her eyes as she lands, then wades through the waist-deep drifts until she finds Diluc fumbling out of them, snow turning to water wherever he's touched and then freezing right back into ice.

All around them, the wind is still swirling, carrying even more snow than before. Lumine looks up at the slate-grey sky that's all she's ever seen in Snezhnaya, searching for a darker blotch. "I think a blizzard may be coming on...."

"It's no blizzard." Finally making it to his feet and dusting off the worst of his snow from his clothes and hair, Diluc reaches again for his claymore as he peers out into the blinding flurries all around. This time he draws it, holding it in front of him, a thin line of flame dancing along the blade. "It's worse."

"What's worse?" Paimon asks, slowly letting go of Lumine's arm and floating up to peer over her shoulder.

Out of the white wall of snow, a figure appears, striding confidently towards them. A tall woman, clad in black and white with a blue cape swirling behind. Lumine is shivering in this even deeper chill, but she seems entirely untroubled. She's carrying a claymore that looks like it's been carved out of ice, held high and ready to swing, the flat resting on her shoulder.

"Diluc Ragnvindr," she says, staring haughtily at Diluc. Somehow the tilt of her chin makes it seem like she's looking down at him, even though he's the same height or taller. "How annoying."

"Sir Eula?" Lumine guesses, glancing at Diluc and then back at her.

"Yes. Sir Eula Lawrence, Captain of the Reconnaissance Company, and Fourth Harbinger of the Knights of Favonius, to be precise." She turns that disdainful look on Lumine. "Amber tells me you're... *nice*... so I will not take vengeance on this traitor here and now, in circumstances where you may get in the way. But if you threaten Amber or our mission, I will not hesitate to turn my blade upon you."

Lumine tenses, reaching for her sword, but Diluc reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. It's warm on Lumine's bare skin even through his still-wet glove. "This isn't the place to fight her," he says, low-voiced, frustration audible through his gritted teeth. "Report back to the Tsaritsa, and we'll work out our plan from there."

"Wise of you," Eula says. She stands there, claymore on her shoulder, not moving an inch, as she watches them walk away.

[shaibonbon]

Was there a particular event in Bonbon's life that caused her shift in personality from happy Minibon to current adult Bon?

(For the lazy readers) Yes. As much as I say it was a gradual change, I can divide it up into 4 major events and from those events, the 3rd one is (imo) the most impactful one on her personality shift. Tdlr, in 7th grade she ends up changing classes and ends up with no friends and with falling grades, that spills into disaster. Warning, Big lore dump bellow:

(Now the yapping answer for Edu, since you are the only one reading all of it. If you aren't Edu and read all of this, please say something I will give u a cookie). To talk about it, I need to give some context about the previous stages. Her life doesn't happen in a vacuum, so the events that came beforehand, already changed shaped in ways that matter (and we have to be on the same page here).

I want to say, this is all a bit WIP, I don't have good names for the events despite having somewhat clear timelines, it goes: Birthday Party, School change, 7th grade, and graduation.

Birthday Party

This takes place when Bonbon is very young (the bon on the left in the drawing). It is also what I was drawing on that unfinished comic 💔. I still plan to BUT, I have been thinking, and I will probably draw some simpler episodes before that comic. Anyhow, the consequences of that party is in a way where it all began. Like I did put in the sheet, Mini Bon is a very energetic cute bunny, and in almost natural way she tried talking with the entire class and considered everyone, even some outside of it, as friends. That all stops after the party. Kinda like a harsh dose of reality is injected all at once on her special day. Her trust with everyone, including her closest friends, suffers greatly and she gets hugely upset. From the this point forward, she kinda pulls back from interacting with most of them. She becomes more cautious, more insecure and far less extroverted. And welp, from the pov of an outsider you would look at her after a few weeks the effects might seem "subtle", but they linger on for the next years and have an impact, even if she doesn't realize it or thinks about it. (This event is probably the one I need to work out more, so if it feels a bit empty thats why)

School change

it's fairly obvious how impactful this one can be. Bon unlike her former classmates, ends up changing to a school in a different on village. It's scary, new environment, new schedules and routines, lots of new people, teachers and expectations. Bon doesn't handle it well. For example, the new schedule means she has to wake up way earlier while arriving home later. While this isn't that bad, it does mean she is more tired and has less free time to have fun. While the new routine it's a bit brutal for her initially, she struggles a lot. Getting the wrong bus, leaving the wrong bus stop, missing the bus, and many other things she screws up that I won't dive rn (future comic episodes perhaps) Trying to make new friends is not easy either. All classmates already know each other and have their friends group formed. It leaves her into this situation when the bell rings, she is left awkwardly alone. Bon becomes more anxious, shy and bit more withdrawn.

It's not all bad luck, Bon gets "adopted" by Cinnamon (who's design I haven't shown yet) and they become such good friends they turn into besties. At this moment you see the previous event affect how she behaves, no longer being the extrovert, she was and being far more cautious with who she chooses to be friends, she ends up focusing on just this one friendship. Quality>quantity way. This for real helps her survive the next 2 years in that school. Sounds good eh? Still, the silly nerd mini bon you see me post around, only exists to those who are closest to her (Cinnamon). Rest of the class knows nothing about her, to them she is just a quiet ghost during class and outside nobody. They don't really care either. Neither does bon, she already has what she wanted.

7th Grade

Ah the breaking point! (middle bon in the drawing) After 2 years, due to the school system works and the subjects she picked, she gets shuffled to a total different class. Cinnamon, despite still being in the same school, stops passing most time with Bon. Not only their calendars don't match up, them having no means of contact outside of school, and having classes in different blocks of school meant they really only saw each other a few times a week. Cinnamon meanwhile just made new cool friends, ending up passing time with them instead. (dw bon, at least you had to be replaced by like 5 people) Bonbon on the other hand fails to connect with any new people (partly a lot due to the 2 previous phases). it's not for a lack of trying mind you, she really doesn't connect with anyone the same way she did with the fox, she got extremely unlucky.

Another factor into play, 7th grade is when school gets more serious. Bon is a intelligent person, but that actually backfired on her. She never felt the need to study or work outside of school. What she learned in class was usually enough for her to get average-good grades. But from this point onward you had to study and practice. But when you pass most of your life without studying, you don't learn or get the motivation to do it from one day to the other. Nor do you make it a habit. (hint: she starts falling) To make it worse, school calendar just got brutal, she could be waking up at like 7:00 and arriving home at 19:40. Aside from being extremely boring, it sucks the energy out of you. You arrive home and the last thing you want to see is a freaking textbook. You just want to relax and have fun for once, so you you game a little too much.

I want to put yourself in her boots. You have basically no friends, your grades in school plummet, no matter how hard you try. At the same time you arrive home constantly tired and drained, also you are a teen, puberty is a thing and it does affect your behavior. How would you feel? Welp, for this poor teen bunny girl, saying she got very upset is to put it lightly. It nukes her self-esteem, everything just starts feeling hopeless to her. Small things change, thinking of a pretty outfit becomes an annoying chore, and no one would care either way, so you skip that for the extra minutes of sleep. Quickly, trying to talk with people at school takes too much energy and feels like a waste. You become grumpy, closed of and rude sometimes. Hard to find reasons to smile when life sucks am right? I could go on but you probably get how this is the most significant "major point" bc she gets very similar to how Bonbon is later in life. It's basically the middle ground between the 2 phases, you can still make her smile, she still would appreciate if you talked to her. Her eyes will light up if you bring a topic she likes. This phase lasts for around 2 years, think of it as a big storm. (in the drawing this is Bonbon on the right) Afterwards she manages to enter contact with Cinnamon outside of school and they reconnect again. Her grades are no longer going in into hell, heck some improve. Later on she gets lucky and even lands in the same class of Cinnamon again. Life starts to look up til-

Graduation, it is the final one, which I will leave for another day or ask. The final piece for how she becomes nowadays Bonbon.

I hope you enjoyed reading this very WIP, cringe, badly written lore dump. Hopefully it gives y'all a clearer picture of what I'm aiming for tho, and that I in fact do have in mind a clear story and episodes layed out for Bonbon. (Granted i have to write them and draw them). Of course I didn't go into much detail, I mainly explained the consequences of each phase. I didn't go through the episodes of those phases, since many of these "events", (or the correct word would be "phases") last a few years and are a lot of episodes together. Welp thank you<33.

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my September 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Godless, Graceless, and Young by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis (110k)

Seattle, Washington, 1991

It takes a special breed to have a slacker persona and still be a millionaire rockstar. Harry is about halfway there. He's the guitarist in a Seattle grunge band that could finally be headed somewhere, but he's also been sleeping on his bassist's sofa for the last three months and has been fired from every day-job he's had. Money doesn't equal success, but it does pay the bills.

When a job offer and a new lead singer stumble into Harry's life, he might be getting a lot more than he bargained for. Like a couple of extra gigs and a boy who can teach him more than just how to mix a few drinks, and it's gonna take a few band brawls and a whole lot of heart-searching to get there.

He's gotta have one somewhere...

Coax the Cold by mediawhore / @mediawhorefics (86k)

England, 1897.  

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Late Nights and Good Intentions by princelouisau / @princelouisau (71k)

“About last night,” Harry says suddenly, as if he’d been debating on whether to say anything. Louis whips back around to look at him.

“Do not finish that thought,” Louis says just as abruptly.

Harry looks at him oddly, as if assessing him. With a small frown, it seems the assessment is over. “I only wish to say that you do not have to dwell on it. The rest of the men will surely forget by tonight.”

“And you?” Louis asks, raising an eyebrow. “Will you forget?”

“I will remember every second of it fondly,” the Lord says, no trace of a tease in his words. or, a Victorian era au where Louis pines for his overprotective older brother’s very charming best friend.

For You, I Would Ruin Myself by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (54k) WIP

It was the perfect last day of summer. They built sandcastles, wrote their names in the sand, and caught crabs, which they eventually let go when one of them pinched Louis and he was near tears. Afterward, they swam in the ocean, splashing each other playfully before moving toward one another in sync, lips pressing together in sweet kisses. When their skin turned prune-like, they returned to shore, laying out on their towels beneath the bright sun, snacking on fruit and chocolate while talking about everything and nothing.

At some point, Harry had shared, “I think this has been my favorite summer yet.”

“Why’s that?” Louis asked, a smile peeking out as though he already knew. He looked so pretty and cool with his sun-kissed skin and black Ray-Bans covering his eyes.

Harry rolled over on his towel until he was half-pressed against Louis and placed his palms on top of Louis’ chest, tucking his chin over them. “Because I had you.”

or

Harry’s unrequited crush on Louis turns into a whirlwind summer romance, only to leave him heartbroken in the end. Years later, a return to his hometown forces Harry to confront his past and the one person he was running from.

Tarnished but so Grand by tilthesundies / @tllthesundies (32k)

Louis hides in places. Harry always finds him.

I'll Be Your Love Tonight by dinosaursmate (20k)

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to walk away from you.” “So don’t.” Harry ran a fingertip over Louis’ thigh. “Stay with me.” - It's the summer of 1999 and Louis Tomlinson has been abandoned at a house party. A dispute over Smirnoff Ice and several night buses later, Louis is unsure how he'll ever walk away from this lovely, curly-haired boy.

Green in the Morning and Blue Afternoon by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (14k)

“Harry,” Louis whispered beside him.

Harry hummed, his hand coming up to stroke Louis’ back. Louis was still on top of him, his body sagging against Harry’s, heavy and warm, and Harry loved it.

“I don’t think it was a one off.”

“Me either, Lou.”

or a Friends AU.

A Few of My Favourite Things by sweariwouldnt / @sweariwouldnt (8k)

Harry and Louis do cat sitting.

[faynthearted]

god I love rediscovering half-finished tianshan fics/drafts that I started years ago and completely forgot about. it's like I'm reading someone else's work and it's fantastic! there's so many.

in case anyone is interested, so far I've found:

a WIP named "leverage" that seems to be about guan shan having to stay at the He estate for his own protection against whatever mess the He family has gotten into. I feel like someone might have requested this a long time ago and I forgot?

another WIP named "p.s." that's about tianshan being bitter exes and yet somehow guan shan finds himself housesitting for he tian while he travels for work because he tian has a dog that they adopted together that needs to be looked after and guan shan still cares about it -- and, clearly, about he tian too. I honestly still like this idea and the writing isn't too awful... hmm.

a VERY primitive draft of desecration, probably written when I was just beginning to brainstorm. it's crazy to see how much the story has evolved based on this flimsy WIP draft. I'm half-tempted to post it just for shits and giggles even though it's poorly written

another very short, primitive draft of desecration, written from zheng xi's perspective

a WIP named "smoke and mirrors" for a switched family background AU for tianshan. I actually got pretty far in writing this (~7k words) and I don't remember a single thing about it. veryyyy interesting. I kinda want to post this one too, or at least one scene that stands out

a WIP (unnamed) that seems to be about guan shan conning he tian at the train station for some money. I'm almost positive this was a tumblr request, but based on the date/time stamp of the draft's document, I'm not surprised I never finished it. life was crazy and miserable at the time

and while I'm here, I might as well mention the WIPs I do kinda remember but decided not to pursue in favor of desecration:

a WIP named "patchwork" set in historical China, wherein guan shan (a potter/artisan) has the ability to see and manipulate (i.e. tie and cut) red strings of fate. he's commissioned by the he family to participate in a traditional wedding ceremony for he cheng. of course, he tian takes an interest in him while he's there. the only issue is that guan shan cut his own red string when he was younger, an irreversible action -- and, for some reason, he tian's is cut too. weird, right? yeah. but he tian doesn't know this, and guan shan isn't planning on telling him anytime soon 😌

a WIP named "arsonist's lullaby" written from he cheng's POV throughout he tian's childhood. I'm not going to say much about this one since it might actually be written/posted one day as part of the terra firma series...

and finally, a WIP (unnamed) for an AU in which guan shan is a retired police dog trainer/handler (??) who now works at an auto shop. he adopted some of the dogs that either flunked out of the academy training or developed medical issues that required their retirement, and the dogs hang around the shop while he works. one day he tian shows up and asks if guan shan would be willing to do some off-the-books commission(?) work. the he family business has a drug/weapons problem, and they need the dogs' trained noses -- and their handler's experience -- to fix it. (I'm still obsessed with the idea of the dogs being fiercely protective of guan shan. he tian not only has to earn guan shan's trust, but the dogs' too)

I love the variability in all these AUs/ideas. I wish I could work on them all at once but that's frankly impossible. but I'll consider posting a few snippets if anyone is interested! (no promises about the quality of writing, though!)

[swanimagines]

Hi! Can I get Luke Patterson + Where Do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction? Thank you!

A/N: I've missed writing for JATP 💖 Yet another innocent victim of Netflix's murdering spree. I have no idea why I've constantly pushed my JATP requests back because these are super fun! This is kinda a sad one though because of the song, sorry. The dice chose this request out of the ones I had inspiration for on that moment because I couldn't choose, but the next one of my JATP wips will be fluffier. It doesn't have a schedule yet though 😅

A reminder that this is the last oneshot-sized song based fic. From now on, all oneshot requests require a proper plot. Check my "request types I write" page for details if you wish to request a oneshot.

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO

You never really moved on from Luke.

It wasn’t really because of lack of trying. Over the years, you tried — Lord, how you tried. Your friends set you up on dates, you went to speed dating events whenever you were invited to come along, you even briefly dipped yourself into online dating when it became a thing. Every time, it ended the same. A nice dinner, maybe a movie. And then came the part where they wanted more. Where they wanted to meet with you again. Where they wanted to know you better. Where they — maybe — had developed a crush on you.

And you just… couldn’t. You felt nothing for those people. So it always ended the same way, a polite smile and a rejection, explaining that there’s nothing wrong with them, but you can’t feel the connection the same way they do. Sometimes you learned afterwards that the man who had been interested in you turned out to be a dream boyfriend for someone lucky, and your friends jabbed you a little, telling you that you could have been that person if you just had given him a chance.

It hurt, even though you agreed that clinging to your childhood sweetheart after 25 years was stupid. But you never got to say a proper goodbye. When you had seen him for the last time, you had felt annoyed because he cancelled your second anniversary date because of an Orpheum gig practice. You had tried to hide it and pretend to be happy, but Luke had seen you weren't as happy as he expected, but he promised to make it up to you later. Still, it was such a small thing, you had been so angry at yourself afterwards because the gig was a huge opportunity, a chance of a lifetime, yet you had voiced your disappointment about your cancelled date like a petty child.

Well, you were a teenager, strong emotions with disappointments like that were normal. But… still. You felt so horrible after.

25 years had passed from their death, and something changed.

Items misplaced. Your favourite vinyl record had somehow traveled from your shelf to the player without you even touching it. Your Sunset Curve shirt was on your bed one morning as you woke up. A scent of deodorant in the kitchen, and you swore it was the brand Luke always used. You hadn’t smelled that for 25 years, and now it just… came to your nose all of a sudden.

Every time something strange happened, you closed your eyes and told yourself that you were just tired and stressed. The boys’ death anniversary was coming up again after all.

And after a few days, the strange occurrences stopped just as quickly as they started.

But then, something happened. Good Morning America had this segment of a girl named Julie, who played with some Swedish boy band, and they were somehow streamed as holograms to play with her at first but had now come to the States for a proper tour. You didn’t pay much notice to it at first, the TV was on in the background while you did dishes, but then… one of the boys sang.

And you recognised it immediately, and had to run to the living room to confirm.

Luke. Along with Reggie and Alex.

And they didn’t look a day older than they did when you last saw them.

How?

The segment went through in a blur, you barely heard what was said, you just stood there with a towel in hand, wondering if you’re becoming crazy, or if this is a dream.

As days went by, it became clear that it wasn’t a dream. And you knew you couldn’t just stand by, you had to find them. You had to find Luke.

So, when you caught an ad for one of their gigs, you snatched a ticket and made your way to the venue a few months later.

You felt ridiculous standing there, in the middle of teenagers and young adults, snapping selfies of themselves and gushing how cute the boys were, while you were there, feeling so out of place. You hadn’t gone to gigs for years, it felt so foreign now. And to be honest, you started having second thoughts. Would you even see Luke? What would you say to him?

What could you say to him?

You stood there throughout the whole gig, just staring at Luke, before they left the stage and you hurried forward to catch one of the staff members.

“I need to get to the backstage,” you told her, and she raised her eyebrows.

“Meet-and-greets were sold out weeks ago, and unfortunately—”

“No, I… I know them. From… before. Please, they want to see me.” You hesitated, but then told her your full name. “Tell Luke Patterson I’m here. If he says he doesn’t know me, then I’ll go. But please, just go ask him, tell him my name.”

She stared at you for a moment longer, clearly hesitating whether to believe you. You knew it was probably weird to her, maybe even creepy, a middle-aged fan potentially obsessing over a teenage boy. But finally, she sighed. “Fine. Wait here.”

You let out a breath. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

She disappeared around the corner, and you could almost hear the blood rushing through your veins from how quick your heart was beating. It took only a few minutes, but you felt like it was hours.

You still didn’t fully believe this wasn’t some crazy dream. Or maybe you had died yourself and this was the afterlife? Or you were in a coma and this was a dream. You remembered reading about a man who hit his head and dreamed about a full life while being unconscious, and when he woke up with paramedics around him, he was left mourning after his wife and kids who had never existed.

You weren’t sure if you wanted this to be that kind of phenomenon. On the other hand, you wanted nothing more than to meet Luke one last time, tell him everything you wanted to say before he died, and maybe finally be able to move on. But on the other hand, you weren’t sure if you would be able to take it, your life had moved on while he had been frozen in time. You weren’t sure if you would be able to let go of the memory of him. You weren’t sure if your broken heart would finally find its way home after all.

“Alright, you may come backstage, I will personally see if they do recognise you as you say. No funny business, alright?” a deep voice interrupted your thoughts, and you met eyes with a bulky security man who fumbled with the lock of the gate before opening it.

“Of course not,” you murmured, and slipped through the gate before he locked it again.

You followed the security guy through a narrow hallway, catching glimpses of staff members doing something, but your eyes were fixed forward, your heart thumping faster and faster.

Finally, you stood in front of the dressing room and the security guy glanced at you before he knocked twice.

“A visitor for Luke,” he called out, and you heard steps from the other side before he pushed the door open and gestured you to enter. You hesitated, glancing between the door and him, before you managed to force yourself to step forward.

You stood at the door for a good minute, taking the sight in. None of the boys didn’t notice you at first, probably exhausted after the gig. Alex had a towel over his shoulders, Reggie was tuning his guitar, and… Luke laid on the sofa with his arm over his eyes.

“Luke,” you squeaked out, making him groan and stir, before moving his arm just enough to look at you.

He stared at you. You stared at him back.

Then, he jumped up, gasping your name, which prompted Reggie and Alex to look up as well.

“Yeah,” you said with a nervous laugh. “I saw a video of you in Good Morning America, and—”

But you were cut off when Luke basically ran to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your shoulder. “For everything. For not being there. For leaving you like that.”

You shook your head, pulling away from him. “No, I’m sorry. I was an ass that day, I was jealous of your fans, because you had a practice booked for the Orpheum gig, and—”

He cut you off again, “No, stop. I understand.”

You swallowed, feeling Reggie and Alex stare at you, before Reggie spoke up. “You look… different.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. “Well, 25 years can do that to a person.”

Reggie blinked, then slapped his forehead. “Oh. Right.”

Alex suddenly jumped up. “Oh! Oh my gosh, wait a second. Now I see it. Holy crap. It’s you, isn’t it?”

Luke laid a glare on his friend. “Of course it’s them, they haven’t changed that much.”

“Haven’t changed that much?” Reggie echoed. “Luke, they’ve aged, like… beautifully, don’t get me wrong, but still 25 years! It’s not like time froze for them, like it did for us.”

You kept grinning, you had missed the boys and their silliness. “Thanks? I guess.”

You were quiet for a moment, before Luke cupped your cheek. “Don’t care about them, I’d recognise you everywhere.”

You averted your eyes from his and sighed. “You guys look just like you did back when… that happened.”

Luke laughed this time, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, the perks of being a ghost. Or, well, whatever we are now.”

Ghosts?

“So, you came to my home and haunted me?” you asked, frowning.

He hesitated, but then shrugged. “I wouldn’t say I haunted you, I tried to leave little signs. But I needed to see you.”

“But… why did you wait for 25 years for that?”

Luke sighed, gesturing towards the door at the back. “Uh, our singer, Julie, found our old demo disc from her attic a few months ago and it just… somehow brought us back? We weren’t here as ghosts or anything else before now, we weren’t able to see the world change after… us. We thought that it had only been an hour when we came back.”

Reggie smirked, pointing at Alex. “So basically Alex here cried for 25 years straight.”

Alex scoffed. “It was still only an hour for us!”

You were quiet again. “So… what does this mean for us?”

Luke closed his eyes for a moment. “I… don’t know. When we realised how much time had passed, I thought… I thought maybe it’d be better to stop coming by your house. But I still love you, and want to be with you.”

Alex cleared his throat, making you look up at him. “Uh, hate to interrupt, but maybe we should give you two a moment?” He grabbed Reggie by the arm before the other boy could protest, and they both slipped out of the room.

The words started spilling out the moment the door clicked shut. “Luke, I’ve carried you with me all this time. You were my first love, and no one else ever came close. But this… this isn’t something we can just pick up again.”

Luke was quiet for a moment, and then nodded slowly, his hands falling down from your cheeks. “You’re right. We can’t.”

You felt a tear slipping down from your eye and wiped it off. “So… friends?”

He smiled a little, though it was awkward, disappointed, rigid. “Yeah. Friends.”

You knew it was a bittersweet ending for your love story that had been so dreamy and storybook-like all those years ago, but it was better this way.

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[inspirationallybored]

New Introductory Post + Get to know me!

Hi everyone!

An updated intro post, because I promised, and stuff has changed.

First of all, I am still not a robot. I am, as a matter of fact, still definitely a human.

You can call me Starfish, or Ash! Starfish is my nickname/drawing name, and Ash is the pseudonym I usually use, including for writing stuff.

Thats my writer-sona!

About me:

I am 16 years old and a cis female (she/her pronouns). Also, I'm an August Virgo!

I am an asexual, and very romantic, but not am in (or looking for) a relationship. (Also closeted irl, but brushing past that).

Currently studying in high school, and preparing for med school.

I am from, and live in India. I am also a spiritual Hindu, and love and respect all religious beliefs (including atheism and agnostic people).

My true love lies in history, mythology, and literature. Like interested to the point of obsession with them.

Probably have some sort of undiagnosed neuro divergence (but that's unimportant. maybe).

I have been writing poetry and short stories since elementary school (under my real name), and reading for as long as I can remember.

Some of my favourites:

Book series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Shadow and Bone (and Six of Crows), The Hunger Games

Stand-alone books: The Song of Achilles, The Little Prince, The Book Thief, Ela (it's by Sampurna Chatterjee, really underrated), The Girl who Drank the Moon, The Bell Jar, 1984

Movie: The Fault in our Stars, Into the Spider-Verse (also ASTV)

Shows/series: Brooklyn 99, Modern Family, The Good Doctor, Carmen Sandiego, Alien Stage (Ik it's not technically on tv, but ao3 lists it as such and I need to put it somewhere so)

Anime: The Apothecary Diaries, Bungou Stray Dogs, Death Note, Spy x Family, Banana Fish, Oshi No Ko

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I am a writer, and have two main WIPs. You can see the master posts by clicking on the titles:

1. Stranger Friends- Two people become friends by sharing their deepest thoughts with each other, but never their identities.

Status- Writing (First Draft)

2. Beyond the Ripple Tides- A new recruit in an elite magical enforcement service is tasked to find out about the stirring rebellion, but with the gap in everyone's minds, nothing's what it seems.

Status- Writing (Zeroth Draft)

I have posted my original stuff (one poem and short story) under #my writing <3 (I know, very original).

My AO3 account (I recently made it, and have yet to update it): Ash_Writes_Stuff

I also like to draw, and am an amateur self- taught artist. Drawing blog is @rustic-brushes

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Things you'll find on my blog:

Stuff about writing, procrastinating writing, writing struggles, the likes.

I also post about my wips, dialogue prompts and other stuff. Comments are much appreciated, it's nice to get feedback.

Moots wips too!

A lot of random stuff, about life and other things. I also have a side blog for venting, lmk if you want to know about it (it's depressing, so beware)

tag games, rb games, ask games, and such (I crave interaction lol)

I WILL advocate about political and social issues, it's a part of writing, and it's a part of me.

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Things I am perfectly fine with:

Almost everything! Opinion-related, or about interests, or WIPs (mine or others'), or stuff I don't know about, and more. Tumblr is a free space for discussion, right? So anything and everything is a-okay. It doesn't matter if it's from the other side of the world, it's ok.

I am perfectly fine with discussing about stuff that might be sensitive to some, like mental health, politics, war, etc.

Though I am a liberal politically, all opinions and differences are welcome, just be respectful and logical.

I am open to comments, reblogs, asks (including anon asks), and DMs. Just don't be a weirdo.

Some things to be careful about (just in case anyone needs it):

No bigotry or discrimination allowed, including homo/transphobia and racism. Having opinions is ok, having prejudice is not.

No judging on difference of opinions, be respectful (again, unless someone is being a horrible person, then desecration is fine).

No NSFW stuff please, I am a minor (you get what I mean).

Avoid stuff related to financial transactions like asking money (again, I'm a minor, I don't have a bank account, and this is the internet so almost no one shares stuff like that).

Note: I love and appreciate all interactions, but I can be late in responding or not respond sometimes (life you know). I will try my very best to respond every time, but even if I don't, know I loved that you interacted.

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My official/writing tag-list: @afantasyoffiction @inknrivers @everflowingriver @write-with-will @seastarblue @carb0n-m0n0xide @sunflowerrosy @the-ellia-west @corinneglass @ivorysmokecloud

To be added to/removed from the tag-list, you can interact with this post, or send an ask.

Feel free to ask questions or give feedback. Nice to meet you all!

[deathbringerdragon]

SPIDER SPECIES LORE

The pictures above are WIPs that are just examples of what members of the species CAN look like. But they dont have to have this waists or long thin fingers.

Long and thin/spindly arms Are common, but not the rule.

This species doesnt have a name yet. Tbh I made it two days ago then have been too busy to think or work on it since. So if anyone has suggestions lemme know!

So now onto the lore.

they've got 4 arms, 2 legs. Haven't decided if they've got a spider abdomen or not.

Their legs are digitigrade because why not. Real spider legs got 3 joints anyways. And the feet are spider paws like the pic I sent in general.

They have a 3rd set of arm like limbs above their hips. That pair of limbs is much shorter than the arms, and dont have fingers, just normal spider paws, like their feet. They sorta look like the pedipalps spiders have. (The arm like limbs next to a spider's head)

That set of limbs is specifically for handling their webs.

I've decided that their spinnerets aren't on the rear like with real spiders.

1: I dont wanna deal with "lmao they make webs from their butts!"

And 2: it wouldn't be practical for them to have their webs come from the back end, since they are bipedal and thus can't easily reach the back like normal spiders can.

Their webs either are gonna be secreted from special glands in their mouth, *or* are gonna come from the spot on the front of their torso that would be the "belly button" of most other races.

Its not a hole btw either. Its a flat circle or oval area on their stomach that they pull silk off of. Its a normal spinneret. It just looks different.

They've also got chelicerae on their face like spiders.

And various amounts of eyes.

Some have 8. Others only have 4. Just like real spiders. It just depends.

But they always have one pair of main eyes that are normal looking for humanoid races. And then one to three smaller pairs of eyes that can be "eye" shaped, or circular.

Also when it comes to how im gonna actually design these guys, its gonna be very Hollow Knight-esc in terms of proportions.

The females are larger than the males, and much stronger. They're also generally less colorful.

While the males are smaller and weaker, but Faster. And generally very colorful compared to the females.

The two pairs of arms on females are thick and generally the same length as eachother, with the pair of limbs above their hips thats for handling their silk, being generally longer than for the males.

And the males arms are slimmer, with longer hands. And their upper set of arms are visibly longer than the lower set, and the limbs above their hips for handling their silk are generally much smaller than they are for females.

If I decide this species has spider abdomens as well, then the males would have colorful patterns and sometimes even "flaps" or "plates" on the sides that can unfold/expand to show off even More colors and patterns. (Think like a peacock jumping spider)

The males always would have more striking colors and patterns than the females, even if the colors are just basic browns blacks and grays.

While the female would have much more drab colors. Doesn't mean they can't be colorful. But it just means they're generally colorful than the males. Think, like birds.

Im also thinking the whole race is actually a group of 3 subspecies.

Haven't figured out names for them yet tho (considering i literally came up with the concept of this race as I was falling asleep)

But the main defining feature of the subspecies is their sizes and colors.

9.5-8 feet is the largest subspecies. And their colors are *generally* more drab. Browns, blacks, grays. With *some* having more "colorful" colors mixed in on occasion. But the colors are still much duller than it would be for the other two subspecies.

These guys are also as a whole much stronger and bulkier than the other two sub species, a

(These guys would most resemble tarantulas and other large and bulky spider species)

7-5 feet is the middle sized subrace. These guys are the most common of the race as a whole.

Their colors are a bit more diverse than the larger subspecies. Ranging from blacks browns and grays, to whites, rich blood browns, deep greens and blues, soft yellows and oranges, sometimes purple hues, and occasionally red mixed in. But still not so colorful that they stand out amongst nature.

They also can have a striking, brightly colored pattern somewhere on them while the red of their body is drab colors.

Think similar to a black widow.

These guys aren't necessarily bulky or lithe. They can lean more toward either or.

(Think like your middle sized Spicer species. Not small but not big either. Some can be lithe and fast while others are more compact and bulky)

They also have the largest difference in size between males and females of the race

4-3 feet is the smallest species.

Jumping spiders. They're jumping spiders.

They're the smallest subspecies of the race, and while the weakest, they're also the fastest, and Very agile.

They also have the least difference in size between males and females. Often with the males simply just being more lanky and lithe compared to the bulkier females, rather than actually being smaller

All of them have bright colors on them. They generally have a base color, black or white, with bright and colorful patterns on top.

Generally the females are darker colors, while the males are lighter colors.

The females have a smaller proportion of bright colors on their bodies than the males do. And said colors tend to be deeper and darker shades.

Meanwhile the males have a higher proportion of bright colors covering their bodies, and always have very striking and brightly colored patterns on them.

All of them can interbreed with eachother.

Its just that due to size differences, it can be a bit tricky. And also due to said differences in size and physical characteristics, any children are subject to being a wide range of sizes and physical characteristics as well depending on the differences of their parents.

Like.. for example different dog breeds crossing.

Any dog breed can cross with another since they're the same species. But due to physical characteristics there's gonna be some wildly different features in the kids.