#AKA lion's teeth

[cedefaci]

The Tale of Turmeric, or Löwenzahn

Extracted from the broader fic in which he is but one character.

Once upon a time, there was an old woman.

No, this gives the wrong impression. The old woman is still there, like many of her kind, keepers of knowledge—and therefore power—far beyond mortal men. The old woman was—is—a witch.

In a time—a darker time, perhaps—a meaner time, certainly, the time when magic existed openly in the world, before cold iron, hot powder, and clean penstrokes banished it to shadowed corners and liminal spaces—there was a woodcutter. Woodcutters and their children seemed to be rather prone to strange happenstances at that time, as it were, and so, he loved, and married, and his wife bore him two children.

You know this story, don't you? The two children were named Hänsel and Gretel. The first a boy, the second a girl. Their mother died, and their stepmother, in the manner of stepmothers of this sort, found them expendable when famine struck, and left them in the woods and the hands of fate. Of course, in the manner of all children left in the woods, they did not die. The first time, they found their way back home; the second time, lost deep in the dark forest, they found their way to a house. A wondrous house! One of gingerbread and icing, spun sugar and tempered chocolate. Driven by hunger, these two children ate, and for their crimes, the brother was imprisoned, to pay back with flesh what he had unlawfully taken (for witches have their own laws, see, alien to us though they may seem); the sister indentured, to work off her debt by feeding her penned brother and keeping the witch's house.

You know what happened. The brother endured—the passive sort of endurance, bearing captivity and confinement and the knowledge of his impending death, forced to watch his sister suffer. The sister endured—the active sort of endurance, biting down on rebellion and too-telling inquisitiveness and the fear of the fate in store for her brother, forced to comport herself despite her hands being forced to bring their doom. In the end, the sister's ingenuity, coupled with courage, defeated the witch and won the siblings their freedom.

This is when the story starts being wrong. Witches are feared by men, and men react to their fears with fire. No witch worth her spells can be harmed by it, not if she has any love of life. But Gretel had won the house and its contents by right of conquest, so the witch could not—would not either—oppose the girl further. The children left. The witch left also, to build another house of cakes and cookies.

The children grew up, and had children of their own, who had children in turn, allowing memory to fade to mere myth, as they lived their mundane lives. Yet their ancestors had supped at a table of what they would call a Hexe, and that marked their blood as changed. Touched by witchcraft—a very attractive quality, for certain other creatures.

Uncounted generations passed. The witch checked on the descendants of the siblings who bested her, sometimes. Call it curiosity, call it concern, call it a combination of the two. It was only natural for her to hear the news of one of them being taken by the Courts. Seelie. They had a fascination for the simple innocence of children, as great as the Unseelie love of adults' complexity of emotion. The witch watched as the mother went to treat with the Court, as such things went—and if the way to the Good Neighbors was so easily found, what of it? If the woman found two iron knitting needles in her pack, what of it? If a red riding hood could be found beneath a tree, if a wolf would startle the woman from her enchanted stupor, if a hoary crone gave her a flask of some vital substance for the price of a mere story, what of it?

These too-fair folk had changed since the days when Janet could save her knight by waiting at a crossroads and not letting go. Though the woman saved her child, she lost her life.

The old woman had cradled the infant in its swaddling, and laughed away all the fair lords and ladies who cooed endearments and dripped sympathy with honeyed voices, then tramped back to her new gingerbread house.

The baby had been fed with goat's milk and bread sops, watched over by skulls glowing with fire within. He grew up riding in a mortar and pestle, stirring mysterious concoctions and knitting cotton candy to sweaters for gingerbread children (there was an episode during which he thought himself one of them, and was deathly afraid of water and foxes both). There had been no one to return the boy to, and so he was raised by three riders, of the sun, night, and day, two witches, one tall and thin, the other plump and stout, and a single great wolf, taller than he.

He learned strange things, in his childhood years: guard your name carefully, give it to no one. True love is potent beyond measure, though it need not be born from Cupid's arrow-prick. Evil stepparents get their comeuppance. And you could not truly live if you spent your life as a boy in fairyland (although as his first human friend, who would become the woman called Oregano, demonstrated, it wasn’t as if spending your childhood in the real world was a more rewarding experience).

What his guardians forgot to teach, perhaps thinking the truth self-evident, was that the names your loved ones called you had just as much weight as the one you were born with.

It would have warned him, thought Turmeric ruefully, to beware the Young Lion when his Oma had, in lieu of his name, called him Löwenzahn.

[ozarkthedog]

𝐯𝐢𝐬

summary: Logan's feeling impulsive before a mission and you happen to be within reach aka he fucks you in the jet.

pairing: Logan Howlett x afab mutant!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. feral!Logan. rough sex. dirty talk. bicep choking. biting. spit kink. reader can read minds and regenerate. size difference. brief mention of blood. pure filth - no plot. unbeta'd. w.c: 1.1k

an: this look fucks me up every time I see it, so I had to write something.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬 ⋅ 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Logan fumes with pent-up energy.

He knows he needs to take care of it, or else he's gonna snap. He hopes Scott shows up soon; throwing a few digs at the younger cyclopes will relax him. Still, he stalks back and forth in the empty jet, from cockpit to tail, puffing on a cigar that's smoked down to a nub of tobacco when his ears prick.

He turns just in time to watch you walk up the ramp. You're suited to the nines and ready for the mission, your leather outfit hugging every curve on your body.

Logan feels the rampant energy to kill slowly morphing into one of possession.

You catch his wandering eyes as you reach the top. Flashes of snarling teeth, slapping flesh, and debauched moans spark before your eyes as Logan looks you over.

"Logan," you greet him with a wry smile as the older, silver haired mutant rolls his cigar between his lips and nods. His energy permeates the hull of the jet; he's like a wolf standing over maimed prey.

"Ready for this?" Logan asks, breaking the silence and stepping closer to you. He's so large and consuming; he'd scare you if you didn't have the power of mind control.

"I'm always ready." You quip, jutting your chin.

Logan snorts, cigar snatched between his pearly whites. "That so?"

You reply with a teasing hum as your fingers dance over his suited pecs.

"Think you can take me?" He steps even closer, nudging his larger body against your smaller one before flicking the cigar nub to the ground.

You cock your head, eyelashes fluttering. "Why don't you find out."

He grips your shoulders, spinning you on the spot, and shoves you against the wall of the jet; its gentle thrum vibrates your body as he presses himself against your back. "I can smell you, you know."

Your heart beats wildly like a hummingbird. You'd been aching since you stepped onto the jet. "Don't know what you're talking about." You purr dumbly.

Logan snickers at the blatant lie. "Keep those hands where I can see 'em," he grunts, gripping your hips and yanking you back. Your hands glide down the metal wall as your ass nestles against his cock. He's got you in a vulnerable position, bent over and exposed; any of your teammates could walk onto the jet any second. The thought makes you clench.

Logan unzips your suit from the waist down and groans as your curves spill from the tight material. You hide your face in the crook of your elbow as he takes in the sinful sight. "Y'sure are a pretty lil' thing." He comments against your cunt as hot breath ghosts over your core.

Two brute hands palm your ass, roughly kneading the curves before pulling them apart and brazenly spitting on your cunt.

A gasp catches in your throat, and it makes Logan smirk. "Knew you were a dirty girl."

As your lips part to reply snarkily, a hot tongue drags up your puffy folds from clit to taint, leaving no inch untouched.

Logan eats you alive.

At least that's what it feels like as he tightens his hold on your hips, making sure you don't pull away for a second to leave him chasing after you.

He smothers his face into your folds like a lion eating a fresh kill. His tongue lashes against your clit, sending rapturous shock waves up your spine. His nose nudges your taint as he roughly pulls you closer and spears his tongue into your core. He pushes and shoves your hips back and forth, making you ride his tongue until your knees buckle and you gasp his name over and over like a prayer. A dark growl vibrates your cunt as your slick spills into his mouth, and then he's gone.

As you're left reeling from the mindnumbing bliss, wondering why he stopped, he takes advantage and hooks a strong arm around your neck and lifts until your spine is flush with his chest, effectively trapping you in a headlock.

His bicep presses against your carotid as his cock catches on your soaked opening, making you stumble. "Can feel 'er clenchin'," he rumbles, and his beard scratches the soft skin of your temple. "Don't worry, Sugar. I'm gonna take good care'a 'er."

He sheaths himself in one devastating thrust. You have no choice but to take everything he gives you. Your cunt molds around his length, morphing and reshaping into the shape of his cock as he presses into the deepest part of you. He cruelly grinds his hips, kissing your cervix and tearing soft cries from your lips.

He fucks you with a steady pace, withdrawing his cock until the bulbous head catches on your withering hole before plunging it back in. Each shove forces you onto your toes. You anxiously grip his ungodly thick forearm for support.

The metal hull of the jet does nothing to tamper the lewd sounds of slapping skin and sticky arousal.

He presses his leather-clad forearm against your chin, tipping your head against his chest, forcing you to stare up at him. His features drip with untamed darkness as he smirks down at you. For a moment, fear tingles at the base of your spine.

"Gonna be drippin' out in the field," he chastises. "Wonder who else'll smell you?"

Logan's hips begin to pound against the curve of your ass savagely; muscles ripple, and skin rolls like waves; he chases his high like a man possessed.

The feral, all-consuming vigor from the older man rushes through you like a tidal wave, drowning your senses and free will. Your orgasm ignites, sparking so quickly you're powerless to the blinding pleasure that flares deep in your belly.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, growling like a wolf as he comes. His fingers dig into your flesh, pulling a soft, pitiful whine from your body. Copper fills his senses as your blood washes over his tongue, awakening his primal senses. The pain from his touch has your cunt swirling once more. No man could mark you like Logan, nor would you want one to.

Logan unhinges his jaw and eases himself from your warmth with a hiss. As the teeth-sized holes on your neck instantly begin to heal, he licks away the crimson that stains his lips. Your inner thighs glisten, stained with your combined arousal, as you lean against the wall of the jet, catching your breath.

"Made quite a mess, Sugar." Logan can't help but drag his fingers through the gluey spend. His gloved digits prod your swollen folds as he pushes the heady mixture back inside your warmth.

A lithe whine pours from your lips as he teasingly curls his fingers along your walls for added measure. "Think you can keep from drippin' while fightin' the bad guys?"

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[mochinomnoms]

How do you think the beast-people and the Octavinelle trio will react to a person who's love language is biting them ? (I just want your opinion on the question, have a good day)

I talk about it a little here and here with reader on the receiving end, but in regard to them on the giving…

Mating/pairing marks are fairly common amount beastmen, particularly the predators. The ones best known for their marks are wolf-beastmen, but almost any beastmen with sharp teeth are pleased with the idea of being bitten (aka: claimed) by their partner. So imagine Jack's surprise when you bring his hand, shyly laced with yours, up to your lips for a sweet kiss on his knuckles. Only to be startled, an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp leaving his lips as you nipped at the tips of his fingers. Your loving gaze is cute, but not disarming in the least, as you take his fingers and teeth at them like a chew toy. It's with a deep, but pleased, flush and expression that Jack explains to you what biting insinuates between partners.

Ruggie, when you were teetering the line of friends and partners, liked to fluster you with soft, coy nips at your ears and neck, purring at your darken cheeks and shy glare. He was a shy flirt, hoping you'd get the hint and make the first move. Why it was such a spine tingling shock when you, at your wits end with him, decided to reciprocate with a bite into his cheek, he'll never know. Nowadays, Ruggie will happily let you drag him away to either of your rooms to cuddle and bite into his neck, leaving wet, red marks all over his neck and collar. Mr. Bucchi is on cloud nine, dazing off as you bicker with Leona at the door over who should most monopolize on Ruggie's precious time. Hint: it's almost always you, until Leona offers a pay bump in exchange that Ruggie finally gets the fuck up and do his Leona's chores.

Speaking of the lazy lion, Leona does so adore your bites. It's the one of the few PDA that he'll let you do, as it lets you two subtly mark you as each other's partners, but it's mostly because you get kinda pissy about it, and it's funny. You're not pissy about the biting itself, rather, you're massively annoyance that he's laughing at your attempts to mark him up as much as he can with his sharp canines. Your teeth are nowhere as sharp as his, yet you randomly decide to dig your teeth in his bicep and forearms, like Cheka when he was teething. The thought of it makes him bark in laughter, which only pushes you to gnaw on him further in spite, rather than affection. It becomes less funny when the thought of a mini-you with deep green eyes, teeny-tiny ears, and a flicking tail teething on his thumb flashes through his mind. Then he's abruptly yanking his arms back and telling you that he's going to take a nap by himself with a confused look and a thousand yard stare.

Between the Octavinelle trio, none of them have the same instinct to bite into their mate as the beastmen, though they know of some merfolk that do. No they, the twins especially, like to softly bite into your soft bits because such forms of affection signify the upmost trust in the deep. Likewise, only their family and closest loved ones can do the same, namely you. The twins are the most fond of your biting affections of the trio, particularly Floyd. He thinks it's soooooooo cute that you like to bite him! He can hardly feel a thing, your teeth are so dull and flat compared to his. You can't leave a matching mark like the one he's left in your thigh…it's still awfully cute that you'll meet his squeezes (soft just for you) with a bite to his chin. He's suddenly flooded with thoughts of shrimpys nomming on morays in the sea and is clenching tighter at your with coos and squeals of having a cute, personal cleaner shrimp. Happily, you'll meet his demands for more bites into his cheeks until his mood changes, and he decides he's bored and tired of letting you nom. Maybe he'll take a turn and nom on you instead!

Despite being more reserved, or pretends to at least, compared to his brother, Jade is also fond of wearing your bite marks around campus. He even dares to wear his pristine, neat uniform untied and unbuttoned, just so he can see your horrified expression as your classmates ask about where in the hell he got all those gnarly looking purple bruises hickies from. You refuse to leave any more marks on him after that, settling for soft nibbles on his cheeks and knuckles. That last for all of a week before Jade's giving you a (fake) teary-eyed pout, wondering why you aren't giving him affection anymore? No, he's not talking about kisses. No not hugs. Noooo not that either, get your mind out of the gutter, he's a respectable eel! No! Why aren't you biting him like you used to, all his bite marks have faded away and are barely visible now! He thought you loved him 😢. Jade only lets you bite him you know, because he trusts his sweet human… no one else other than his brother and parents get to bite him, and only you get the privilege to bite into such intimate parts. Don't you love him anymore? Oh! Woe is he who-oh? You'll bite him again? Yay~ Please do so right here, right at the base of his neck, he's verrry sensitive there, so please be gentle 😊.

Azul is oh so very tame compared to the eels, even compared to the other beastmen. Really, he doesn't get the appeal if he's being honest. The twins used to teeth on his arms when they were children as their baby teeth fell out to be replaced with their adult ones. He's tired of being a chew toy and taken to smacking the twins hard enough to bruise to prevent further chomps. Azul is, unfortunately, weak to you and your big pleading eyes, despite his protests and denial. He's quick, especially after a tiring day after classes and work to let you drag him into bed and curl into his side. He sighs in bliss as you press sweet peeks into his cheek, neck, and hair, up until he feels your teeth tug at his earlobe. A brief shiver and heat pooling in his stomach makes him gasp, before he huffs and rolls his eyes as he realizes that you've taken to just gently nibble on his ear. Azul grumbles, still happy though, as you affectionately pull at his ear, moving down to nip at his neck, then settling on gently biting on the softest part of his cheek. He supposes he can give you an exception, his sweet human. After all, you're so soft and sweet about it with him, no matter how drooly you get it's kinda cute, and he's greedy with all forms of your affection. Azul will let you, as long as you don't bite down too hard.

[p0rk-guts]

Tentative final design for Charlie! yes I low-key abandoned the poll results but there's elements there. Really happy with this ^ - ^ design breakdown below👇🏾

I have a plethora of notes on my redesign Charlie's character and personality, but we'll skim over that for now and focus on their design. Og Charlie is supposed to be inspired by or themed after a porcelain doll I think? But it doesn't really come across without being directly told, which we aren't. Also I think her legs are supposed to be goat legs but they look normal as hell. Overall she just looks very basic. Her human edits just change like 3 little details and she becomes some white girl. Not giving "princess of hell" very much.

I wanted to base my Charlie off of a Chimera bc lions represent pride (Lucifer's sin), goats are often associated with the devil, and a snake was the form Lucifer took in the garden of Eden. Perfect thematic storm. I gave them dark hair that gradients into blonde (it's natural because this is fiction and also hell) to represent a lion's mane as chimeras have lion heads. I also gave her various goat features bc they're also part goat, as well as a snake tail like like chimeras have. The snake is like an extension of her subconscious, not its own consciousness, but Charlie often talks to it as if it were.

I wanted to give them shapes that'd allude to their angelic roots through Lucifer as well like with the ears and horns. They're also dark skinned because Lilith— as the first woman— was also dark skinned. Still debating what I want Lucifer to be and look like. Also I didn't draw her with her mouth open here but her teeth still look pretty much the same as they do originally

I really. don't like og Charlie's outfit. Logically. At a distance it looks fine, but under closer inspection it's just kinda weird and ugly. Why does her white turtleneck have buttons? If it's tucked into her pants, why are her pants so low waisted? If it's not tucked in and she wears it over her pants (ew), where's the middle seam? Her whole midsection just looks awkward and ugly to me. And the burgundy cuffs under her blazer?? Where do they come from???

She's a huge musical theatre nerd who's (supposedly) older than the Victorian era itself so I leaned into that and gave her old English and concert conductor inspired attire. I imagine Lucifer liked dressing them in similar old timey outfits. She wears a slightly simplified or toned down version of the style because she doesn't like overstating her status; she wants to come off as approachable and normal (but still kinda falls short of this with her inclination to bold clothing and her general off-putting nature)

Aaalright that's time! I wanna make another post abt her eventually bc I reworked her character a lot and I wanna yell about it. But later. Once again as a gift for (maybe) reading all the way through I offer some supplementary doodles

More hair options I liked but just wasn't sold on

And some sleepy Charlie's! Aka sleepwear redesign. Love the big bonnet with the cute little bow<3 Also if you noticed yes i did she/they her she's somewhere on the genderqueer/nonbinary spectrum now<3

And let me reiterate bc someone didn't get it last time!

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 18

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Remember, if you kill me, I can't finish the story.

In which there is a war meeting, some new-old faces, and some secrets come to light. Aka Ace is in trouble.

Warnings: Miscommunication, swearing, shouting, public argument, Ace is still morally gray.

Word count: 2.2k

John Price x f!reader

The war room was significantly more crowded when you and John arrived the next morning. 

Kate was there, as were the last two members of John’s little group. Soap and Ghost. Then there were two men you knew by sight but not by name. You knew they worked against Valeria. 

That was potentially a problem. 

Of course you, John, and Gaz caught all the attention when you entered the room. You caught the flash of Kate’s surprise as she looked from you to John, and shook your head a tiny bit. Later. You’d have time to catch her up later. 

She stepped forward to introduce you to the other two. “Colonel Alejandro Vargas,” she said, nodding to one. “And Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” She looked at them. “This is Ace.” 

“Just Ace?” Vargas asked, eyeing you in a way that said he recognized you. 

“Just Ace,” you confirmed with a smile, gaze flicking between him and Parra. 

Vargas’s eyes narrowed. Yup. He definitely recognized you. “Laswell–” he started. 

Kate held up one hand. “I trust her,” she said simply. As if it were that simple. It wasn’t. It never was.

But it was enough to quell Vargas, for now. His lips thinned but he nodded once, short and sharp. He did keep shooting looks at you, though. 

As expected, you weren’t much use in this little war party. You stood back, observing the lot of them. The primary problem now seemed to be lack of manpower. There were three primary targets, now that Valeria was off the map. 

John had called another group, but they seemed to be caught up in their own troubles. Farah, as you’d heard John call the person on the other end, must have been genuinely apologetic, but still unable to help. 

Soap and Gaz tossed some ideas back and forth, but the two didn’t have a clear answer. You weren’t surprised, since they were the youngest of the group. Ghost didn’t join in, arms crossed over his chest, studying the map. 

None of your contacts would be good for this. 

Kate stepped out to make a call, and Vargas took the chance to move closer to John. You didn’t watch them, weight settling on one hip as you focused on their words instead. 

“...evidence she worked with Valeria,” Vargas murmured, almost too quiet for you to hear, especially with Gaz and Soap still bantering. 

“She’s an informant,” John replied, just as quiet. “Worked with Laswell for a long time.” 

Vargas grunted softly, acknowledging John’s words. “Are you sure she doesn’t inform the other way, too?” 

Kate came back into the room, halting their discussion, leaving your heart frozen. Well, Vargas was kind of not wrong… But only in certain cases. You’d always been careful not to give away too much. Besides, how else were you supposed to get the info Laswell needed? 

Abruptly, anger at Vargas flashed through your veins. He had no idea what your life was like. No idea. Yet there he stood, doubting you. It was all you could do to clench your teeth and not bare them at the colonel. 

“One more group will be joining us,” Kate said before anyone could ask. “They’ve been working parallel to us for a while, we just didn’t know it.”

You had a sudden terrible feeling about this. 

“Who?” Soap asked, fortunately, so you didn’t have to.

Laswell shifted her weight, a move you saw that betrayed her unease, even if her expression never shifted. “KorTac.” 

“Fucking hell,” Ghost grumbled, arms crossing over his chest. 

Laswell held up a hand to stall any further protest. “They’re here to help,” she said, stern and no-nonsense. “You will cooperate as much as necessary.”

Nobody objected again, the silence thick and uncomfortable. You were trying to remember if you’d heard of KorTac before. 

Planning stalled until the new people arrived, so you wandered out into the hallway. This was odd for you. You had no contacts to follow up with, no place else to be. No real part in the planning, and yet your life hung in the balance as surely as theirs did. 

You didn’t think you liked this. Relying on other people. You hadn’t been stuck in a position like this since Kate had taken you in. 

The door opened and Gaz stopped next to you, giving you a quick once-over. “Alright?” he asked softly.

“Good enough,” you said with a little shrug. The way the two of you were standing, you could still see into the room through the glass door. Ghost and Soap had migrated together, standing near Kate. Vargas, Parra, and John were on the other side of the room, Alejandro speaking. 

When his eyes met yours through the glass, you knew he was talking about you. Probably yet again trying to convince Price that you were a liability, or that you’d go selling the information. You were not prone to hatred, very rarely allowed yourself the indulgence of it considering your line of work… But Vargas was giving your self-control a run for your money. 

“Don’t worry about him,” Gaz murmured, making you glance at him. “Alejandro’s a good man, he’ll come around. He just doesn’t like that you’ve worked with Valeria. But Price knows what kind of person you are. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” 

You nodded, not at all convinced. His assurance was, well, less than reassuring. Because you were not a good person. Oh, you weren’t horrible, but you weren’t good. You did what you had to do to get the information you needed. You kept secrets. You had all kinds of contacts, many of them very firmly in the underworld. 

Really, Vargas was not wrong to be wary of you. But he was wrong about one thing.

You’d never betray Kate, or John. 

The door opened and Soap joined the two of you in the hallway. “You two have the right idea,” he said, settling on your other side. “Got an idea while we wait.”

“Yeah?” Gaz raised an eyebrow at Soap. 

“Candyland rematch.” The Scot’s grin was full of teasing. 

Gaz groaned. “Not a chance, mate,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re a vicious cheater.”

“Am no’!” Soap puffed up like an indignant rooster. 

You relaxed, the banter helping to settle your nerves a bit. These two were good for that. You barely even had to say anything for them to keep bantering, too. Excellent. 

Kate stepped into the hallway, ignoring the three of you, gaze focused on the elevator. Which made you straighten, also focusing on the elevator.

It dinged. 

Three men stepped out, and your heart sank. Shit. Shit. You knew them. The giant was impossible to forget, hood still in place. Sunglasses took barely a second longer, and of course there was the one who’d actually grabbed you to start.

You were fucked.

The urge to run pulled at you, tugged at your feet and your fingers, echoed in your chest. 

But you didn’t have a chance to act on it, Gaz nudging you into the room ahead of him. You ended up next to John again, dread making your heart beat fast. 

“Alright, love?” John leaned close to murmur, just for you.

You didn’t respond verbally. You couldn’t. You just nodded once, short and sharp. That would have to be good enough for now. 

The meeting room was significantly more crowded now with the three new additions. Kate had handled introductions while you were working past your urge to run, but you did manage to catch their names. Fortunately.  

“Ace,” Declan said, voice just as you remembered from Finland. “Good t’see you again.” 

There was a moment, a single moment, of dead silence. You swallowed. “Certainly better conditions this time,” you quipped, because humor was all you had left between yourself and imminent disaster. “So, what’s the plan, Laswell?” 

“Again?” Price’s soft rumbled question derailed your attempt to get things back on track. “You’ve worked with them before?” 

“Not exactly,” Declan answered before you could.

“Just a misunderstanding,” you tried to interrupt, gaze darting between the group of three and Price. 

Declan snorted at you. “If you call Finland a misunderstanding, I’d hate to see what an outright mistake is,” he joked, apparently trying to lighten the obvious tension in the room. 

Which backfired spectacularly. Price looked down at you, recognition in his eyes. “Finland?” he questioned quietly. “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me why you were late?” 

Fuck fuck fuck you would rather be anywhere else right now. 

“Wasn’t relevant,” you tried, waving a hand as if to dismiss the incident. “It still isn’t relevant, actually–” 

“What happened.” This time, it was a demand, not a question. Price didn’t look away from you, jaw clenched, intent on getting his answers. This was not the man you’d shared a bed with last night. This was the Captain. 

“Does it matter?” you shot back, taking a step away from him. Everyone else in the room had ceased to matter, all your attention narrowed down to this contest of wills. 

“Perhaps this would be best revisited later,” Parra piped up. Trying to get things back on track to what actually mattered. Your opinion of him instantly shot up. 

“Let these two finish their business first,” Vargas said, although why he switched to Spanish, you weren’t sure. 

“Yes,” Price answered you, arms crossing over his chest, only emphasizing the size of him. 

“John–” Kate started, stepping up behind you. Normally that would have comforted you, but now? Now you were already worked up. 

“I got out of there just fine,” you pointed out, completely reasonably. “We didn’t exactly introduce ourselves, so I had no useful intel to give you. It was fine.” 

“Your well-being is more important than useful intel,” Price rumbled, leaning closer to you.

Your scoff was louder than you meant it, even as you took another step back from him. “It’s really not,” you scoffed. “It never has been.”

Price froze, eyes going wide as the utter conviction in your voice hit him. Nobody moved.

For a room full of people, it was completely silent. 

“Well then.” Price rocked back on his heels, gaze cool now, veiled, as he looked at you. “Maybe you should take a walk.”

You didn’t flinch, mostly because you were too shocked to move for long moments. He was dismissing you. Essentially. 

You’d wanted this, you’d wanted out of this room. So why did it hurt so much to be let out now?

“What is the American saying?” Vargas asked, softly, but still drawing nearly every eye in the room. “Loose lips sink ships?” His gaze was only for you, though, too pleased with himself. 

Wasn’t hard to tell that he knew of your association with Valeria. Dammit. You’d gone so long practically unknown, and now everything had fallen apart around you.

You couldn’t even think of words to defend yourself. You just ducked around Kate, ignoring her reaching hand, and slammed out of the office. 

You took the stairs. 

Sunshine made for a pleasant day, but you barely felt the warmth on your skin. You couldn’t figure him out. You really couldn’t. Your worth had always been tied to your deeds. Always. You’d always had to have something worthy to be worth anything. Your wellbeing was more important than intel? Not fucking likely. Maybe once, before Gray. Before Laswell. 

But now? Everything you were was tied in to your job. 

He certainly hadn’t complained when you’d brought him good intel, workable intel. None of them had. Even those three from Kortac - you’d given them all the info you had on the ultranationalists, and they’d benefited. 

So why the sudden punishment for being good at your job? Why push you away now?

You swore softly, tipping your head back to glare up at the sky. Why did it even matter so much? One night didn’t change anything, clearly. 

Price was set on being unreasonable, and you wouldn’t be the one to cave. Not this time. 

You finally paused at a crosswalk so you wouldn’t get run down, shoving your hands into your pockets. Shame you didn’t have a room key, you could go gather up your things. Not that you knew where Kate was staying, anyway. 

Someone stopped next to you, a reasonable amount of space between you. You paid the person no more mind as the light changed, busy stuck in your own head. Trying to figure out why this hurt. Trying to figure out what went wrong. 

You turned to go down the street, only vaguely aware of where you were. But a call of your name stopped you.

Your birth name.

You turned to look, slowly, ice filling your veins. 

Gray hadn’t changed much at all over the years. Not as tall as your nightmares would have led you to believe, but his hair was still dark, still styled the same. His eyes were still far too green, far too sharp. 

His teeth were still entirely too white in his smile.

“I think it’s time we had a chat, don’t you?”

[quirkless-accident]

Danny secretly reforming LoV

(aka there are benefits of having 2 forms and being an underground hero/ spy other than flushing out human trafficking rings)

Danny is a secret powerhouse.

Sure, he's got the powers and personality for his daytime endeavors, but that's always been Phantom.

Fenton, however, is a different story.

He's got a few useful powers, and he's been asked on several occasions to work with some underground heroes that he just ended up being some sort of a double agent. Phantom is daylight, Fenton is nighttime, and neither are getting any kind of sleep.

Tonight, he gets a tip from about a bar.

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Meeting the League of Villains like this was not something he had mentally prepared himself for, but due to his general experiences he's able to school his expressions pretty well.

He's advertised his quirk to his contact as a general enhancer. His senses and strength are different enough from his more physical ghost powers for this to be a solid play, and keeping these particular cards close to his chest has gotten out of more than a couple scrapes. So when he walks into the bar owned by the League, he stands a bit taller, quirks his head a bit more, sniffs the air, and narrows his eyes at everybody.

He's a big guy. He got his father's genetics when it came to height, and he comes up to a respectable 6'7", and with his many years of training and hero work, he's bulked out quite a bit. All this to say is, even Fenton is a formidable foe. In the lion's den, he's gotta show that he's not one to be messed with.

"Name's Yokai," Danny tells them. "I heard you might be looking for new members?"

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It goes well enough. Danny proves he can bring his own natural talents to the table, and lies through his teeth enough to convince them he's fully on their side. And though he didn't lie about hating the government and the Commission, it's still a pretty solid performance.

There's a weird energy around Kurogiri that sends a cold shiver down his spine. It's enough to clock that there isn't something completely human going on, but not enough to actually activate his ghost sense, which in and of itself is a relief. He has no idea how he would explain that when it's not a part of his known quirks.

Instead, he talks with Spinner first.

He's a stoic kinda guy who seems to be higher up in the ranks due to his ability to keep up with Shigaraki in various video games. He doesn't say much, but when he does speak it's practiced, calculated, as if one wrong word will get him thrown out. Danny knows it's something he's probably had to deal with his entire life. Not everybody is so accepting of mutation quirks that are as drastic as Spinner's.

He's also one of Stain's followers, which will either make things incredibly complicated, or a little easier on him.

Toga is, too, and it looks like Dabi has his own plans. The League for him just seems to be a way to enact them without much getting in his way.

He shares hobby with Spinner and gossips with Toga while they do each other's hair. While he can't let her feed on him for obvious reasons, every time he visits them he makes sure to bring a bag with him that he steals from a random hospital.

With Magne they talk about different parenting tactics, because while neither of them technically are, they're close enough. Danny's got Elle and Magne has this colorful crew to look after. They also talk about sexuality and gender, and Danny has had no discomfort in showing her the twin scars on his chest.

If they hug it out after that particularly emotional conversation, well, everybody is smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

With Mr. Compress, he's more of a theatrical kind of guy. Danny brushes up on his Shakespeare, giving a million thanks to Mr. Lancer as he does so, so he can converse with the man. Danny shows him a few complicated card tricks that make Compress chuckle at him as if he's a child, but Danny doesn't find himself minding one bit.

He goes through the whole League like that, more or less. He doesn't know when this became less of an information-gathering mission and more of a gentle-reformation one instead, but he can't say the results aren't there. They all look a bit more relaxed and at ease. Danny finds himself wanting to take care of them.

He of all people understands what it's like being different. Growing up quirkless and then struggling after his accident, he's never quite fit in. Unfit for regular society, not human enough or ghost enough to properly be in either world. He finds that most of the League have the mindset they'd of because of how society has treated them. And while their actions haven't been okay, he can't say he doesn't understand. If he had had a worse support system he probably would have ended up just like them.

Kurogiri is the one he doesn't hang out with much. Not because of any particular reason. He's usually busy cleaning, or breaking up fights, or setting up meetings or off doing who knows what. Because of his fast travel ability he's constantly running errands for everybody.

But when he does take a moment and slow down, he and Danny share some tea together. Or rather, Danny drinks tea in Kurogiri's quiet comfort. His motivations seem more protective than they are malicious, and that's something that Danny understands all too well. Even if the one he's protecting is a mislead murderer.

Because of their naturally ghostly nature, the two can communicate seamlessly without words. There's this underlying current of emotions that only they're aware of, and Danny's not sure if Kurogiri really even notices. Having not been around ectoplasm or ghosts in general, it can be hard to put a name to what this weird emotional feedback loop is. But Danny's got plenty of experience under his belt to realize that it's ghost related.

With this feedback loop and Kurogiri's general vibe, he eventually figures it out. It takes him a long time, but once he learned it was possible, the answer seemed obvious.

Two souls forcibly inhabiting one body, and neither one of them are in true control. He's not really sure how it was done, and he's not sure how to fix it without completely blowing his cover. Going in and separating the parasite from the host wouldn't be too much trouble with his overshadowing ability, but it's not something he can just do in the presence of the League.

He sips his tea instead.

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There's something familiar about the name Shigaraki but Danny can't for the life of him place it. Maybe it's because he raided the USJ during a training exercise in a desperate attempt to kill All Might. Maybe it's because he's the leader and figurehead of the League. But it's more than that, isn't it?

He just can't figure it out.

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Months go by like this. Danny brings them things like medical supplies, gloves for Shigaraki, books for Compress, some high end burn cream for Dabi to prolong the effects of his quirk. He takes care of them, and in turn they trust him with information. Not enough to really do anything with it, but sometimes they tell him about a drop that happened, or a supply run they're hitting. A man named Sensei is mentioned more often than not, and he has to wonder if they've told this guy about Danny as much as they've told Danny about Sensei.

He's more than a little intrigued by this mysterious boogieman, and more concerned by the second about the mental toll he's taken on Shigaraki.

It's obvious the kid-because that's what he is to an immortal like Danny-didn't have a nice childhood. With a quirk like his, he probably had a rough awakening. His parents either didn't accept it or they were killed, or maybe they abandoned him. Either way, the clear malicious intent Sensei has with Shigaraki rubs Danny the wrong way, but he's not sure how to broach the subject without setting him off, and tipping everybody off that he's not really who he says he is.

It all comes to a head when Danny is invited to meet this Sensei character. He goes through Kurogiri's portal somewhere in the middle of the pack, with Shigaraki leading the charge. They enter into this large, cavernous room with giant Nomu test tubes lining the walls. In the very back, sitting on a high chair above the reason of them, was a man that just had an overwhelming sense of wrong. Hooked up to dozens of machines, Danny could tell that this man was more powerful than most of the S-Tier villains and ghosts he's fought. And judging from the weird energy that's similar to Kurogiri's, with an underlying current of maliciousness, it's not a surprising realization to Danny that this person should be dead.

"Ah, the famous Yokai," the villain drawls. Danny narrows his eyes as he feels a prodding sensation in the back of his mind, and firmly puts up all of his mental defenses. He's been mind controlled enough to know what it feels like, and he's not about to let some boogieman get the advantage on him.

"Ah, it seems like your heightened senses are good for more than just surveillance," the man says.

"It's a fun little party trick," Danny replies, trying his best to keep the edge out of his voice. Judging from the side eye that Dabi gives him, it's obvious he doesn't do a very good job of it.

The League up to this point has always been pretty laid back. Dabi especially usually has this aloof vibe he puts off, but all of them seem to be on high alert now. Backs are straight and their attention is forcibly stolen by the man in the chair.

"It's not very often that my young pupil finds someone worth his interest."

The nagging feeling in the back of his head is back, a more forceful prodding this time, and Danny closes his eyes to focus on blocking the intruder out. When he opens them again, there's a distinct chill in the air, and everyone has taken a step back from him.

He doesn't need to look in a mirror to know that his eyes are a ghostly green.

Fuck.

"You should be dead," Danny tells Sensei. His voice has this unearthly echo too it, laired in a way that tells everybody he's got just as much power as the man sitting in front of them. There's a sense of danger coming from from him, but it's directed at Sensei. His protective aura washes over the League, wanting to keep them from this battle for their own safety.

He takes a deep breath in, and lets his transformation take place. As he does so, it's like a little piece to the puzzle has unlocked itself.

Years ago-nearly a hundred years ago now-Clockwork had told Danny about a man named Shigaraki. About how he's cheated death time and time again, and how he will continue to do so. Danny had asked if he needed to go and stop him, and Clockwork had said it wasn't the right time.

With the man right in front of him, Danny can't think of a better opportunity.

The League steps back and braces for battle, and as much as Danny understands, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

"I'm sorry for lying to you all," he tells them. "But for what it's worth, I truly do consider you to be friends."

Without anymore fanfare, Danny launches himself at All for One.

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It's a long battle that takes down most of this mysterious warehouse they're in, as well as several of the nomus.

Danny pulls himself out of the rubble, stumbling as he does so. he's heavily injured, and ectoplasm is leaking out of him at an alarming rate, but dying is quite possibly the least of his worries.

During the fight, the League had tried to help, but it seems as though All for One wanted Danny to himself. He had protected them from AfO for as long as he could, but in the end Kurogiri was forced to take everyone away.

They would never trust him again. They would never want to be around him again. Danny should be okay with that because they're villains and he's a hero but he knows deep down that it's far more complicated than the black and white world most people want to believe in. Just because they're villains doesn't mean they're inherently bad people.

All for One is gone. Died and ended, with no hopes of ever coming back as a ghost, but in doing so he pushed away his friends. This little family he's found himself in.

There are helicopters and news anchors and paramedics and whatnot, and it's all too loud, too much, and it nearly overwhelms him.

So he disappears.

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He doesn't want to go home to his lonely apartment so he doesn't. He can't call anybody or tell anybody because this is off the record and confidential to the nth level. So he goes to the one safe place he can think of.

Floating into the bar, he's not surprised to see it abandoned. Everything is still there, left behind by the previous owners, but nobody's there to greet him like usual.

It's fine. Danny expected this.

He didn't expect the ache in his core to come with it though.

He goes through the motions of hunting down a half decent first aid kit and gets to work, dumping alcohol on his wounds and sewing them up with practiced precision.

He's about halfway through with a particularly nasty gash on his arm when Kurogiri's portal opens in the middle of the bar, and the League steps out.

They look pissed, and Danny can't blame them. If he were them, he'd be pissed too. But now that his secret is out, he can finally do something he's been itching to do for months.

He ties off the stitches and wipes it down with a relatively clean rag before stepping up to Kurogiri. Everybody tenses, but with a nod from Kurogiri, they don't attack.

Danny transforms once more, and places his hands inside of Kurogiri's chest.

With his experience, it only takes a couple of minutes to separate the two. He pulls this purple, pulsing blob out of the host, and without anything to feed on, it dissipates.

Who's left is a man with clouds for hair and a bandage over his nose.

"i-I'm me again," he says, almost in awe.

"Took me a while to figure it out since I was undercover, but I figured that might help you out. Having a parasite forcibly put into your body like that can't exactly be good for your health."

"Thank you. Name's Oboro Shirakumo. Legally dead, I guess."

"Well, that makes two of us, I suppose."

"What do you mean? You're a daylight hero at the top of the charts, there's no way you're dead!"

Danny gives Toga a small, sad smile.

"Phantom is a daylight hero. Fenton, though...He's been legally dead for nearly a hundred years."

It takes a while to explain the accident and his growing up quirkless, but in the end, the League doesn't kill him. Maybe because they know it won't do them much good. But by the time he's done, he gives them an opportunity.

"Listen, I know things are complicated now, but...I've got a big house with more than enough rooms for everybody if you need a place to stay."

Wordlessly, the League looks to Shigaraki, who mulls over it for quite some time before shrugging.

"As long as it's better than this dump."

Danny can't help but give a relieved grin.

"Let's go home, then."

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 12

The twins celebrate TV premiere day and Viola ages up to a toddler!

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

Lavina: You want... another one? I should think three are enough of a handful already

Rahul: Mum, Cassandra and I want a big family

Lavina: Well I think it’s a terrible idea. The ones you have are already disrespectful

Rahul: Think what you like, we’re trying

Lavina: I suppose you could get lucky and the fourth one will be good mannered

Rahul: Mum you have GOT to stop talking the kids down, they need to be lifted up

Lavina: All this coddling nonsense-

Rahul: I try to be strict mum, I tell them off when they mess up, but there’s only so much they can understand at their age. If you expect me to send them to bed without supper you will be disappointed

Cassandra: Where’s mama? Where’s mama?

Viola: ga du da (I not know)

Cassandra: Here I am Viola

Viola: gree de na na (that’s impossible) *wails*

Cassandra: Oh, it’s okay. Its okay. Mama is here, mama is fine, you are safe green bean

Rahul: Who’s crying? Viola what’s wrong

Viola: *cries* he na di (I not understand)

Cassandra: Turns out she doesn’t like peek-a-boo

Rahul: Don’t tell me I did all that practice on Milton for nothing. Here green bean, watch papa. Watch papa, I’ll do it slowly

Cassandra: Good idea. She’s looking

Rahul: Papa hides. Where did papa go? Oh! Papa is right here with Viola and Mama

Viola: *giggles* gu fa fa (okay that not so scary now)

Cassandra works on her guitar playing before her shift while Rahul takes the calm moment to spend time with Viola.

Rahul: Would you like a younger sibling? I bet you would. You would have an ally against your big sisters wouldn’t you?

Mercedes: TV new (premiere) day here we GOOOOO

Lavina: What

Savannah: It’s a new episode of The Pride Family nana

Lavina: And what’s that

Savannah: Just the best cartoon show. The family’s last name is Lion so they call it the Pride family because a group of lions is a pride

Lavina: Oh how clever you are, here, have a candy

Mercedes: Where’s my candy nana

Lavina: Tell me something clever and you’ll get one

Savannah: Come on nana, Mercedes is super clever

Lavina: As soon as you get in the habit of saying please when you ask, more candy will appear

Rahul: Has it started yet

Mercedes: Almost, 4 and a half minutes to go

Lavina: Don’t tell me you still watch cartoons son

Savannah: Papa is the best at cartoon watching, he always watches with us

Mercedes: Unless Viola is crying

The premiere goes well and at the end Rahul helps the girls with their homework.

Mercedes: Papa I lost my first tooth today

Rahul: Did you little ladybug

Savannah: Yeah in class. We kept it safe now we can both put our teeth under our pillows together

Lavina: But Savannah you lost your tooth several days ago

Mercedes: She was waiting for me nana so we can see the tooth fairy together

Rahul: So if we tick off today, I think you’ve both earned your first scout badge

Mercedes: Yes! Which one

Rahul: Manual says scholarly aptitude

The twins stare blankly at Rahul and then pull confused faces at each other.

Rahul: It means you’ve been doing your homework

The twins understand this and happily celebrate, exchanging best friend bracelets! Rahul goes and wakes a napping Viola for some playtime.

Lavina: Rahul, she needs feeding

Rahul: We’re just playing right now because she’s bored

Lavina: Don’t let the poor thing starve. Feed her

Rahul sighs but scoops Viola off the playmat for a feeding anyway. It is a bit late for her dinner but she hasn’t seemed hungry.

Cassandra: Why are we awake? I think it’s past bedtime

Mercedes: MAMA!

Savannah: We missed you mama

Mercedes: We wanted to see you before bed

Cassandra: My work shift is a bit tricky isn’t it. Okay, come here. Big hugs then teeth and bed

Mercedes: Mama my tooth came out so-

Savannah: We’re going to see the tooth fairy tonight

Cassandra: Only if you actually go to sleep honeybee

Following hugs, kisses and I love you’s, the twins get to bed and tuck their teeth under their pillows.

Cassandra is woken early by two excited children jumping on the bed talking over each other about fairies and simoleons. Eventually she and Rahul manage to shepherd them towards breakfast.

Savannah: They’re quick, but I know I saw a sparkle as they flew

Cassandra: Fairies do sparkle

Mercedes: We need to think, next time we’ll have to see them

Savannah: Hmm. Maybe we-

Lavina: Girls! It’s an hour until school time, why haven’t you started breakfast? And Savannah you’re not even dressed!

Cassandra and Rahul get started on their chores for the day while Lavina watches over the girls who are far to interested in fairies to eat quickly.

Cassandra: *softly* Viola, green bean, time to wake up

Viola: *yawns*

Cassandra: It’s age up day. Mama will help you with your cake

Viola: pa uh Mama?

Cassandra: *gasps* Rahul! RAHUL! She said her first word

Rahul rushes in from lighting candles worrying he missed it. Cassandra scoops Viola out of the crib and turns her towards Rahul.

Cassandra: Can you say mama again for papa? Hmm? Mama for papa

Viola: Mama *yawns and stretches* lo papa

Rahul: Well done green bean! I knew you could do it *tickles tummy*

Cassandra: Please tell me you didn’t just leave fire unsupervised

Rahul blinks and runs back out of the room. Cassandra laughs as Viola nestles into her shoulder. Cassandra carries her to the kitchen and shows her the cake. Viola is very confused by it.

Cassandra: We blow the candles and the flames will go. Bye bye flames

Viola: Mama fla guu (mama flames go?)

Cassandra: Here we can do it together

Cassandra blows a few raspberries on Viola's tummy until the infant is copying the blowing action. Cassandra turns her towards the cake and spit bubbles go everywhere! But with her help the candles go out and Viola giggles in delight.

Viola is a toddler now, and a wild one! I can’t wait to find out her quirks.

Cassandra: Rahul I think we ought to see if she can potty before we head out

Rahul: Yes, that's sounds sensible

Cassandra: Would you help me with potty time

Rahul: Of course my darling. *switches to address Viola* Does someone need to go potty?

Viola: Ga ra papa (I don't know papa)

Cassandra: Sit down green bean

The couple try their best to explain things to Viola but the two and a half year old isn’t following and has an accident.

Rahul: Oh well, can’t be perfect on the first try. Do you want to go on a trip Viola? Hmm?

Cassandra: Let's go to the rec centre, just until the girls will be due home

Rahul: Sounds good. Okay green bean, time to go explore!

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[hathousehappenings]

89. Untwist of Fate.

I've been waiting an embarrassing long time to do this episode. ^^; I think I need to explain...

To ME, this episode is clearly an homage to The Wizard of Oz. There's a twister, a guy who needed to be convinced to help because he's cowardly, someone who is trying to get the heart of his character, a man behind a curtain... I'm gonna put all my thoughts below a cut at the bottom of this post because there's a lot!

When I had finished the sketch for this one I showed it to a couple people to see if it was too weird an idea for me to complete. They looked like I was insane that I would even ask them. ((It was then that I realized that the people I live with are no fun and just don't get me...))

I also decided to do a bonus picture of Queenie as Glinda just cause. I wanted to let her dress up too.

OKAY, and now here are the thoughts of a crazy person...

It's been obvious to me that from my first watch of this episode this all based off Wizard of Oz (the movie, not the book).

For instance, Hare is the Wizard because he’s trying to run the show, Alice is obviously Dorothy because she gets swept up in the twister, Dum is the Cowardly Lion because he was cowardly about helping test out cures for Alice, Rabbit is the Tinman because he’s trying to figure out his motivation (aka: get to the heart) of his character in the play and Queen is Glinda because she floats in at the very end and solves everything easily.

But, as I started thinking about it, more connections made themselves aware to me. And then I watched the episode!

First off, when we get to Wonderland there’s a little tune that plays as Hare’s back is to us in the director’s chair. That tune is very reminiscent of a tune in Oz called “Optimistic Voices”. It’s the song we hear as Dorothy and her friends come out of the poppy field and make way to the gates of the Emerald City. I actually caught that on my first watch through, so that wasn’t new to me. Rabbit is trying to figure out his motivation (aka: get to the heart of his character, Tinman) and Alice is just kinda there sitting around daydreaming.

Then Hare talks about how great their acting is and I start to realize something else: there are a ton of red props in this episode. I’ll brake it down as we go, but in this scene alone there’s Hare’s beret and bandana he used to mop his face, the ladder he climbs all over (I want to be that ladder) and the flowers that are thrown to them at the end of the song. This song is about Hare telling them what good actors they are and how they need to keep doing it, keep the act up. That sentiment feels very Wizard to me.

Next scene is “Throwing up Riddles”. More red props here: Hatter’s grill spatula and the writing on his apron and the plates are all a variant of red or its secondary color (red, pink or purple). They also talk about hogs/pigs a lot, which is what freaks Dorothy out in the beginning of the movie (she falls in the hog pen). Hatter is being silly and yet somehow smart with all these riddles, but he’s still acting like an idiot. Wisdom even though his head is empty? Sounds like Scarecrow! Then they get the news about the twister and run around like idiots.

Alice gets sucked up into the twister in the next scene. Obviously the twister is from Oz, but the first noises we hear while in the cyclone are chicken noises and that’s the same as in the film. You could argue that the Cheshire cat is supposed to be Toto in that he’s an animal who doesn’t contribute a whole hell of a lot to the story. I dunno. There are a ton of red items in the twister, though. A red velvet cake, red chicken, red candles, a red toad… Just because, I dunno.

Finding Alice after the twister only has the trash bucket and the chattering red teeth as the red props. All the men gather around to help the little girl character, which you could argue is like Oz. But that’s kinda low hanging fruit.

The “Interest of Science” scene is, well… interesting. We don’t have many red props here (a red velvet cake on the table and the satellite dish that Dee puts on Dum’s head) but we have some lyrics in the song that apply. Dee says “you might nearly be a hero, if you merely wouldn’t fear it” (!!!!) and the line about feeding him “to the lion”. Also, Hatter dropping random words of wisdom is odd. Like, he’s actually smart but just acts stupid. More connections to him and the Scarecrow.

Caterpillar’s story time does nothing to help my argument. There are no red props and his story is lame, kinda as per the usual. However, Caterpillar also doesn’t help them because he didn’t understand what they were asking for help about. So did it negate this scene? You decide.

This is the final Wonderland scene. We have three new red props: the red stripe on Hatter’s popcorn bucket (eeeeh?), the red curtain on the stage and Rabbit’s whole Bunny-o costume is red. Hatter is being brainless (as he does), Rabbit is still trying to find the heart of his character and Hare is still trying to keep the act up. He actually becomes the “man behind the curtain” after the how starts! And he keeps peeping out to watch everything.

Queen floats in like I don’t even know what. She’s been gone the bulk of the episode, other than to ask where Alice was during the twister. She also pulls the whole “you had the power all along" crap that Glinda pulls in the movie.

Rabbit is in red (ruby slippers) and Alice is in yellow (yellow brick road)!

The Red Queen and Alice skip through the forest in the very end, which I think is fitting because of the red and yellow symbolism.

After EVERYTHING I think the parallels are undeniable. They made some very conscious decisions about this episode to link it to Oz. I feel clever for having “figured it out”, but I might also just be letting my pride get to my head. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Anyway, any thoughts on this? Am I just late to the party and all this was supposed to be obvious?

[red-panda-agere]

Regressor! Retsuko (aka Regressive Retsuko)

(!¡! Alcohol mention !¡!)

The most spoiled princess in the whole world (/nsrs) because Dada doesn’t know how to say no when she feels brave enough to ask for treats at the store, and usually all she wants is attention and cuddles.

Usually somewhere between 3-5 but goes even younger when sick or super stressed

Initially, she thought the whole idea of regressing was pointless and a waste of time, but found herself trying it out when she was living alone. She’d been looking up coping mechanism/stress relievers with Gori and Washimi once, and the topic came up. When she finally told them about it later, she was super stubborn about them babying her, and would whine when they tried, until she eventually just clung to one of them.

Haida is her main caregiver “Dada” but sometimes Washimi “Mimi” and Gori “Roro” babysit. They adore little Retsuko and absolutely SPOIL her.

She regresses bunches, especially at the end of the day after long days of work.

She clings to her caregivers, not ever really feeling safe without them.

Loves watching Haida play video games, and sometimes Dada lets her play some with him like Slime Rancher or Animal Crossing

-He bought her one of those fidget toy game controllers so she can pretend to play when Dada’s playing a game that’s a little too difficult for her. This usually results in her becoming disinterested after an hour or so or she’ll chew on the controller toy.

“Princess” “Little star” “Baby panpan” are her favorites, but her Dada calls her a bunch of silly names. “Goober” “Kiddo” “Squirt”

Contradictory to her online and karaoke presence, she likes being Dada’s little princess with tiaras and cute little dresses. Retsuko is the sweetest little princess ever.

She tends to be a pretty behaved little one, very good at listening and all around just a happy baby. She’s not fussy often.

-Fussy Retsuko is usually the result of too much work and stress, and she’ll be too stubborn to admit she’s regressed/regressing, and this ends in her regressing anyways but still denying it, or finally admitting she’s little and crying into Dada’s shoulder.

Lots of soft toys like plushies from her favorite games and shows

One of her favorite things is to make cookies with her caregivers.

Gori and Washimi take her out shopping often just to spoil and endulge her regression, wanting to buy her more toys, outfits, and pacifiers every time. They always bring her home with bags of new stuff. They’re like the excited aunts who always demand pictures of her in outfits they bought, as well as being the one to take Retsuko out to do super fun stuff.

Loves when Haida sings, especially lullabies. She thinks his guitar playing is one of the best things ever.

Since she’s a red panda, and shorter than most, she has an easier time regressing with them and feeling little.

-She really likes the little play sets meant for kids, like the miniature toy kitchens, and likes to play restaurant with her Dada and sometimes with Mimi and Roro. Oddly enough, for a lot of toys in sizes for larger animals, she fits them perfectly. They sometimes buy toys that would be for lion children because they’re bigger than red pandas, so they actually fit her even though she’s an adult.

She carries her pink blankie around like she’ll die if she doesn’t.

Even though she’s little, she likes to listen to her ‘big girl music’ that helps with stress relief as well. (It’s okay to listen to big kid music when you’re little, at least just some to an extent!)

Teethes ALOT and has to have teether toys, even at work

Retsuko will insist on sleeping next to Haida often, even if he sleeps on the couch. She will climb out of bed and drag Haida to it if she has too, wanting to sleep on his chest.

“Hmmm…Retsuko?” Haida asks tiredly, feeling a tug on his sleeve. Retsuko whines, wobbling a bit as she tries to pull him up now. Her footing was unsteady, her socked paws slipping a bit. “Dada! Bed!” She whined, not asking, but demanding. The hyena laughed tiredly, sitting up on the couch. Retsuko just continued pulling his hand, whining more and more. She loses her footing, and almost falls down onto her bottom, but Dada, being as cool and awesome as he is, caught her before she could fall. “Alright goober, let’s get YOU to bed, yeah?” Retsuko whined at him, but was glad they were going to bed now, holding onto his shoulders as she was held now.

When she regresses from large amounts of stress or genuine trauma, like the big event at the end of season 3, she just lays in her caregivers’ laps and cries until she falls asleep. She hates doing it and is ashamed with herself when it’s over. She feels embarrassed about getting extremely upset and the first thing she wants is to wear a pink onsie, get her paci, and cry into someone’s shoulder.

She is very embarrassed to do so, but she has a Seiya plushie she carries around and cuddles all the time.

She’s regressed at work a few times, and immediately calls Gori and/or Washimi for help because she genuinely can’t mask her regression.

Alcohol is not allowed to be consumed by or in front of her when little, she will whine and try to make her regression to have some. Even when she is allowed to have some when big, she will cry and regress afterwards if she has too much, and it’s not fun for anybody involved.

Loves being read to, but enjoys Haida’s stories he makes up much more. Sometimes they’ll draw together, and he’ll draw out one of his stories for her in little doodles.

Retsuko likes to crawl alot, but since she’s substantially shorter than Haida, he likes to ‘help her walk’ by holding her hands and letting her waddle with his help. Even if it’s a little silly, she giggles the whole time.

“Look at my little princess go! Walking like such a big girl!” Haida praises as she waddles through the bedroom, holding one of his pointer fingers in each hand. “Dada! I walkin!” She giggles as she takes another wobbly step, her socked paw taking another step forward, making her giggle even more. Haida’s tail wagged excitedly, proud of his little Retsuko. “You’re doing so good princess!”

(Sorry this one’s a little short guys, I’m gonna try to keep these a bit shorter so I can post more, but I’m pushing for a minimum of 25 headcanons every post like this, including the little mini stories. I’m trying to do more, and I tend to do a lot more for characters I’m super duper passionate about, but I’m sorry for the shorter posts guys)

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

DC Comics Supervillain OC: The Lion Master

Civilian Name: Cody Cunningham

Age: 12 1/2 Years

Height: 5’ 0”

Weight: 70 lbs

Personality: Impatient, Filled with internal Self Doubt, Stubborn, Street Smart, Cares for Animals especially his pet Lions, Respectful to his enemies (mainly Skybird), Polite, Merciful, Compassionate, A Quick Learner, Quick Thinking, Friendly, Has a Casual Potty Mouth, Mischievous, Playful, and Optimistic No Matter the Odds

(Under for More Below Cut)

Bio:

Born in Boston, Massachusetts to a Single Poor Mother before her passing when Cody was Six Years of age, having him live in the streets.

Was Picked Up by the traveling Lyons & Guerra’s Amazing Circus at the age of 7, taken in due to his uncanny ability to seemingly get along well with their Lions after being found sleeping in their pens. Was Taken in by a kindly and experienced Lion Tamer who teaches Cody the tool of the trade. However, tragedy strikes during a performance in Bludhaven when by then 11 year old Cody, being impatient in wanting to prove his skills in the show, took a spare whip while the Taner was in the middle of his act and cracked it. The whip cracking was loud enough that the lions were confused and left disoriented as to where it came from and who to obey. The tamer lost control of them and they attacked him in self defense, mauling the older man to death in front of the show and Cody witnessing it from behind the curtain.

Cody was heartbroken by the tragic accident and the loss of the one person who understood him in that circus. Eventually he overhears the management preparing to put the lions down for their mauling. But unable to see the majestic big cats he seen as friends and family killed, Cody sneaks into their cages to free them. Taking with him only his whip, and only packing up with his outfit and a single toothbrush, Cody flees into the outskirts of Bludhaven with feline companions in tow.

Now left wandering in the Bludhaven streets and without any family, job nor money to provide for himself nor his lion companions, Cody resorts to a life of petty crimes, mainly robberies and racketeering to make ends meet mainly done via ordering his lions to storm and surround the security or anyone in the place of robbery while Cody gains access to his targeted goods, whether they be money or food. This of course runs afoul of resident crime fighter Skybird aka Jake Grayson. After his first attempt at robbing a major bank is foiled by the Tamaranean-Human hybrid and has him and Lion compatriots fleeing from authorities, Cody makes it a point to counter this hero when were his schemes and plots are discovered.

Yet somehow and some sort of way, Cody develops a sort of bond more or less with Jake. For one thing, killing anybody especially innocent civilians whether by his own hands and especially at the claws and teeth of his lions is an absolute line he will never, NEVER cross. It’s considered for him unwarranted and violates his morals if he has any. Plus, from what the wild rumors he hears in the street can attest, Skybird himself comes from circus folk himself or at least has a passing familiarity with it so Cody in turn feels a sort of kin with his hero counterpart. Finally, the fact Jake really doesn’t see true malicious or an appetite for death and chaos he’s seen in truly sinister villains before in Cody’s eyes which inspires him to make offers for the petty criminal to change his ways, never really giving up on him also has an effect on Cody’s heart; maybe one day he can take that offer, it won’t be soon as he’s not a that wants being pitied….but he’ll consider it.

Thus was born a junior Rouge that acts more or less as the Captain Cold to Skybird’s Flash, a true best Frenemy (An enemy and friend at the same time); he no longer a mere Lion Tamer in training, call him The Lion Master

Occupation: Ex-Circus Lion Tamer In Training

Supervillain Outfit: Green Vest with Button Up Long Sleeve White Shirt, Torn Black Pants, Thick Heavy Duty Black Boots and an old school Top Hat

Physical Appearance:

Dirty Blonde Medium Length Hair

Heterochromic Eye Colors (Left: Green, Right: Brown)

Thin Frame With Little But of Muscle Build on Arms

Peculair Feature Of Having Scars on his Feet when they are Bare due to Stepping on Glass Shards throughout his years living in the streets in poverty

Trivia:

Has Three Lions In Total Under his Care and who accompany him on his many adventures, plots and schemes: All three are males with one having a Mane as both the oldest and their leader. Their names from Youngest to Oldest are Antony, Marcus and Octavius

Absolutely despises both Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne as he’s had an overall negative opinion against Rich Billionaires

Favorite Song is ‘Benny and the Jets’ by Elton John. He often times his whip cracks and movements when in the middle of a scheme to the song as his tamer had him practice with said song in the background

Has a Minor Interest In Drawing Arts, mainly with charcoal and often would make portraits of his Lions or his life back at the Circus

Will freely admit that despite often being pitted against superheroes, Nightwing and Beast Boy are his two favorites. Especially Beast Boy given his obvious familiarity and connection to animals of all types

[twsthc]

twst ethnicity & language hcs 🦇

THANK U EVERYONE ON TWITTER WHO SUBMITTED HCS!! This thread took me forever, pls forgive an punctuation/general writing inconsistencies or spelling errors

warnings: none

last updated: apr 11, 2024

some collective headcanons:

i think the characters who are close to each other share words with each other and everyone kind of mixes things up (projecting)

"que... 为什么 es 你的 kouting 说了吗?!"

???? i hope this makes sense

all of them swear in their native languages when angry (minus riddle)

HEARTSLABYUL 🍓

Riddle: White British & Kinh Vietnamese, speaks Vietnamese

╰Mom: 🇻🇳 Dad: 🇬🇧

this hc is based on my vietnamese friend whos mom is the same as riddles

thank you for the hc nhi ily

Ace: Filipino, speaks Tagalog

constantly using "nanay mo" (your mom) insults

Deuce: Han Taiwanese & Yamato Japanese, speaks (正體字) Mandarin

╰Mom: 🇹🇼 Dad: 🇯🇵

his mom and ahgong speak hokkien and he doesnt, he also struggles to read traditional characters

his mom gave birth to him when she was a teen and she doesn't know the father so he's not too connected to his JP side

Cater: Hispanic Filipino of British Latin descent, speaks Filipino and Spanish

Trey: Malay Indonesian, speaks Indonesian and Malay

SAVANACLAW 🥩

Leona: Tanzanian, Kikuyu Kenyan, Malian (Mandinke)

╰Mom: 🇹🇿🇰🇪 Dad: 🇹🇿🇲🇱

i know he sucks his teeth all the damn time

tsk get out of my way herbivore tsk ugh tsk

ghana is one of the only african countries that still have a monarchy

also the lion king is based off of Mansa Musa the Malian king so YA

Ruggie: Afro-Brazilian & Gullah, speaks Southern Tutnese, Gullah, & Brazilian Portugese

╰Mom: 🇧🇷 Dad: 🇺🇸 

projection beam

uses tutnese to be sneaky, Gullah with his grandma

i know the soul food in his house on sunday goes CRAZY

more connected to his Gullah side because his grandma is AA and he doesnt know his brazilian parent, but does try to learn more about the culture just for himself

Jack: Inuit Alaskan, Tarabin Bedouin Afro-Egyptian, speaks Arabic

╰Mom: 🇪🇬 Dad: "🇺🇸"

no one submitted hcs for jacky wacky...

well he speaks the Masri dialect methinks

OCTAINEVILLE 🐚

HONORABLE MENTION: someone said they hc the octatrio speak Danish with an Omal dialect!

Azul: White Italian/Hawaiian/Afro-Hatian, speaks Hatian Creole and some Italian

╰Mom: 🇮🇹🇭🇹 Bio dad: Hawaiian

His step dad is also Hawaiian so he was able to keep that culture as well

Apparently octopi are very important to polynesian culture! very interesting

The reason the tweels don't let him cook is actually because all of his creations come out so spicy and flavorful it started scaring white customers

Floyd: Okinawan Japanese/Afro-Bajan, speaks Japanese & Patois

╰Mom: 🇯🇵 Dad: 🇯🇵🇧🇧

I think the tweels are more connected to their Japanese side than their Caribbean side, but Floyd says "gwan" all the time so who knows

He often mixes Japanese and common language. Not because he isn't fluent in common language but because he wants to

When cooking he tries to combine both cultures (sooo much curry...)

Jade: Okinawan Japanese/Afro-Bajan, speaks Japanese & Patois

Both Japan and Trinidad and Tobago have really cool tropical landscapes so i think hed be super proud of his ethnicity (AKA the greenery from where hes from)

AH i forgot to mention, but to keep up with the islander theme from the OG movies i think the tweels would be more from the Okinawa region

SCARABIA 🌞

Kalim: Punjabi Pakistani, speaks Urdu

ok i said this on twitter but i think he tries to learn Arabic for Jamil (he's awful at it but he is TRYING!)

i also said methinks he likes how the word for "no" in Arabic sounds like "la"

whenever jamil tries to make him productive he goes "lalalala" and thinks hes the funniest person in the entire world

Jamil: Persian Iranian, speaks the Syrian Arabic dialect & Urdu

always talking shit about people in arabic

especially kalim, but kalim doesnt know how to say "lazy bastard" in Arabic yet so he is oblivious

POMEFIORE 👑

Vil: Jewish German-American, speaks Hebrew, French, Russian, & Spanish

╰Mom: 🇩🇪🇺🇸 Dad: 🇮🇳

looks almost completely white

she speaks so many languages mostly for her acting career

Rook: Zulu South African, Baoulé Ivorian, Canadian French, speaks French

╰Mom: 🇨🇮🇿🇦 Dad: 🇨🇦🇿🇦

when they came to NRC they weren't fluent in the common language but sam (louisianan, speaks French Creole) helped them, as well as vil who speaks french

now theyre more fluent in common language but still has a thick Montreal accent

has that phlegm-y "h" sound in the back of their throat

Epel: Laz Turkish & Southern American, speaks English and Kartvelian

╰Mom: 🇹🇷 Dad: 🇺🇸 

when speaking english he has a little southern accent :3

hes always confusing the languages he knows if the words are too similar, he also has a little Turkish accent

IGNEHYDE 💀

Idia: Romani Greek & Turkish, white Puerto Rican, speaks Greek and Spanish

╰Mom: 🇵🇷 Dad: 🇹🇷🇬🇷 

cursing people out in rapid greek and/or spanish in COD lobbies

i also think he learned like 3 Greek poems just so he could qrt people on twitter who he disagreed with

"those who can not obtain the grape will say it is sour" but like in Greek

DIASOMNIA 🐉

Malleus: Han Chinese, speaks Mandarin, Gaelic, & a shit ton of other languages

mostly speaks Mandarin

can read/write traditional and simplified characters!

HONORABLE MENTION: someone hced him as having Jewish descent and speaking Hebrew!

Lilia: Mongolian & Chinese, speaks Cantonese, Mandarin, Gaelic, and a shit ton of other ancient languages

i think he speaks with a Northern Chinese dialect in Mandarin, I dont speak Canto or Hokkien so idk about that srry :,3

he drawls his 儿s a lot methinks mostly to get a point a cross

Sebek: Egyptian, Nenet Russian, Han Chinese, speaks Cantonese & some Gaelic

╰Mom: 🇷🇺🇪🇬 Dad: 🇨🇳

is trying really hard to be fluent in Gaelic so he can impress malleus

he already knew some Gaelic but just basic words/sentences

Silver: Han Taiwanese, Tibetan, & French speaks Mandarin

╰Mom: 🇨🇳🇹🇼 Dad: 🇫🇷

the difference between Taiwanese pronunciation vs Chinese pronunciation is that it sounds... "softer" (?)

with his character as a whole just having more slurred, soft words makes sense.

maybe he knows how to say like "hello" and "please" in Gaelic because he was pretty young when Lilia brought him in and he naturally picked up like... two words

also i hc he is tibetan because the wiki page said sleeping beauty is set in the himalayas? so i just ran with it LOL

[olympeline]

A few headcanons for Hetalia Scotland:

Is Alisdair a canon name? If it’s not, idc. It’s a good one 👍 If all the brothers are Kirkland then I like to think it was Scot’s surname first. England (and Wales by extension) took it when the Scottish James I became king of England and so formed the United Kingdom. That all his little(?) brothers took his name is definitely a feather in Scot’s cap.

No one knows if he or Wales is the oldest brother, including Scotland and Wales themselves. The first time they happened to cross paths during their wandering around Great Britain, they each saw another boy who looked the same age. Scotland insists he is the elder brother, Wales disagrees but more quietly.

Scotland has a favourite city out of Glasgow and Edinburgh. But he’s not going to start a civil war in his country by telling anyone which it is! (Psst, it’s Glasgow)

The Auld Alliance was a fiery, passionate affair between Scotland and France. The kind that was pure, mutual lust at first sight and got physical very quickly. Like, “we just met for the first time while our bosses hammer out details and now we’re banging against the wall in the antechamber” quickly. Sexy, sophisticated, continental France vs. wilder, rougher Scotland was just what the doctor ordered for both of them. Unfortunately, it didn’t really last. That kind of white hot, burning hunger never does. It didn’t help that a significant chunk of the non-physical part of their bond was built on their mutual hatred of England. You can’t build a long term love on something like that. Once Scotland’s relationship with his little brother started to improve, his affair with France simultaneously cooled. These days they’re better off as friends. Scot recalls their relationship more fondly and feels more wistful than France does.

And yes, that Scotland was eventually replaced by England as France’s soulmate does make his complicated feelings towards England even more strained. Thank ye for asking *Sound of Scottie teeth grinding*

Scotland holds his liquor best out of all his brothers and can drink most of Europe under the table. Only true heavyweights like Russia and the Balkans give him a run for his money

Like all the UK bros, Scotland has magic and can see magical creatures. Vistors to his country are often surprised to learn that Scot’s favourite isn’t the famous Nessie (though he is very fond of her) but rather his herd of unicorns. Hunted nearly to extinction in the rest of the UK, the unicorn’s last stronghold is up in Scotland. During one of their many wars, England slew Scotland’s oldest and most beloved unicorn (“The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown…”) and took its alicorn back to London. Even after the unification and a regretful England returning it, Scotland is still bitter.

Yes, Scotland does play the bagpipes. Yes, he’s very good at it. When he plays and Wales sings, it’s really something to behold…er, listen to

What’s Scotland’s least favourite thing about his home? The rain? The cold? No, you fool! The midges. Dear GOD the midges. Eat you alive in summer they will!

Scotland’s cooking makes the rest of his brothers look almost competent by comparison. He has the dubious honour of making both some of the most unappetising food (haggis!) and also the most unhealthy. Everything battered, deep fried, and washed down with fifty cans of drink so stiff with sugar it would make America blush. What’s not to love? Diabetes. Diabetes is not to love. Scot’s bosses have been on a health kick lately but their nation is as stubborn as any of the UK bros and it’s not easy persuading him to change his ways

Scotland wears his kilt like a true Scot: nothing below and god help ye if there’s a headwind 🍆

Britainya (aka Britain cat) was born in Scotland but doesn’t like spending much time there because of the climate. He still comes to visit Scotland in the summer, though. His favourite place to sleep is on Scotland’s feet. Keeping his toes warm like a living heater

Scotland is very proud that he was able to hold off Grandpa Rome and stop the Romans ever getting a real foothold on his turf. Though that pride is complicated by feelings of guilt that he couldn’t protect his little brothers. Even if they were enemies at the time, it still chafes Scot that part of their isle was occupied for hundreds of years. Seeing England and, to a lesser extent, Wales under Grandpa Rome’s boot and watching them be Romanised was painful

And yes, let’s talk about that elephant lion in the room: England. England, England, England. The golden child of the UK bros that Scotland can’t get away from or ignore no matter how hard he tries. To say Scot’s feelings towards his baby bro are complicated is an understatement. He’s so proud of what they achieved together, but wishes he could claim more of the credit. He feels guilt for not driving the Romans out of Britain, but a small, hateful part still gloats that only he could stop the invaders in their tracks. He’s glad they’re on better terms these days, but resents that the unification has eclipsed him so much in the eyes of the world. He knows in his heart of hearts that his relationship with France was never meant to last, but seeing France with England hurts him even so. Scotland was the older brother, not England. It should have been him. It all should have been him

Scottie has a lot of Nordic in him and gets on well with the Scandis. He could probably make a good case for being one of them, but nothing’s come of it yet. Estonia is very jelly

His favourite food is scotch eggs. His favourite drink is irn bru in the day and good old Scotch whisky at night

[renstriderthedragonrider]

Light Fury Lore

Just like my Night Fury lore post, this is my version of the Light Furies. They were too much of a stereotypical feminized ripoff of the Night Fury in the third movie so I've decided to flesh them out a bit more. I love the idea that they descended from Night Furies who adapted to super cold climates. They're basically the polar bears to the Night Fury's brown bears with some inspiration from porpoises. Let me know what you guys think!

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AKA Snow Furies, Polar Furies, Tundra Furies, Arctic Furies

-Subspecies of the Night Fury that adapted to survive longterm in arctic climates. Instead of the night sky, they blend in with snow, ice, and clouds. Their scales reflect light, allowing them to become invisible against a white landscape. 

-Tidal/Strike Class hybrid

Semi-aquatic

Fin-like wings and tail to aid in swimming

Scales are smooth to allow for streamlined movement through both air and water, very hydrodynamic

Layer of blubber retains warmth in icy cold weather and water

Smaller and fewer ear nubs to conserve body heat (like polar bears and snow leopards)

Can close their nostrils while swimming (like seals and sea lions)

Rounder teeth in comparison to the Night Furies’ pointed fangs (think porpoise vs dolphin)

Head shaped like a porpoise, though males' heads tend to be wider and flatter

Webbed claws aid in walking on ice and swimming

Echolocation is used to hunt underwater

Predominantly white scales with pale gray, blue, pink, and/or purple markings; darker markings are unusual but not impossible

Males tend to have more vibrant and complex markings to attract mates

Uniquely reflective scales mimic the glinting of snow in the sun

Smaller and slimmer than Night Furies

Diet of fish, orcas, sharks, seals, polar bears, and reindeer

Follow migratory patterns similar to snowy owls

Diurnal rather than nocturnal

[master-of-the-railway]

So for your monster engine au, how did Hiro handle his new body and the new instincts for the first time? 🐾

Ty for giving me a chance to talk abt my favorite guy ever!!

Hiro, like most, was pretty startled at first. He'd come to visit his friends on Sodor after hearing something distressing had happened to them, and while he was quite shocked he adjusted quickly to his friends' new forms. Thomas was quite relieved to see Hiro again and he may or may not have tackled him a bit, but Hiro didn't mind! A few small nibbles and scratches won't kill him, and it at least reassures him that Thomas is feeling happy. Everything's all okay in Hiro's eyes.

Then, after he'd returned home to Japan, he started feeling incredibly strange. He lightly complained to his crew that he felt ill and felt light pain throughout his whole body. They looked him over and couldn't find anything too wrong, so they just fixed him up and kept him in his shed until he felt better. He kept on talking about feeling worse for a few days, his teeth became sharper, the pain was slowly getting more intense and the crew had started considering more in-depth repair checks to try and get to the root of Hiro's condition. Then he transformed properly, and once the pain of it was all over, he was indeed very surprised. A sort of mystified surprise. He felt almost in awe of his new form, and he recognized immediately that he'd become the same as his friends from Sodor. He drew the conclusion that Thomas had somehow transferred the monster form to Hiro. It was a scary and painful transformation, but once it was over, it was more of an adjustment period than any sort of panic. Granted, Hiro did feel afraid. Uneasy. He could feel animalistic instincts bubbling up and he feared that he might hurt his human friends or infect his fellow engines, so he hid at the very back of his shed and refused to come out or let anyone get close to him. But they couldn't just let him stay back there forever, and they spent days talking to Hiro from the opening of the shed, calmly telling him stories or attempting to coax him out for a drink of water, assuring him that they're taking every precaution. They're prepared. Hiro couldn't hurt them if he tried. And finally, after about a week, Hiro agreed to let others close to him. It took him a few days afterwards to get him out of the shed, but he started opening up and learned that he can control himself as long as he puts effort into it. Sometimes he gets a little growly over territory (aka his yard and shed) as he has always been "master of the railway", but other than that he managed to get a strong hold of his instincts and he very rarely experiences feral periods. He doesn't stop himself from indulging in these behaviors, he just finds ways to channel them without causing harm or damage. Like having a ball made for him to bat around or gnaw at when he feels like attacking something. After he was eased into being around others again and realized that they can find ways to keep bad things from happening, he's found the strength to love his new form and he is indeed incredibly accepting of it in comparison to most other engines. It comes with far more benefits than he first realized, and he enjoys his new ability to stretch out and relax in the quiet rural sections of his home country. Hiro's essentially the equivalent of an old, very relaxed lion. He's still a wild creature and still VERY big + potentially dangerous, but it's pretty unlikely that he'll actually cause harm to anyone unless he's provoked.

[vindikat]

Taking a quick break from posting D&D characters to join in on @maniculum’s fake bestiary fun! Meet the gligglae. (Context here.)

Various thoughts on design after the cut.

Since this is a four-footed bird that “gives birth like a quadruped,” I decided to go ahead and start off by making it into a sort of griffin and gave it cat-like back legs.

Then for some inexplicable reason I decided to give it four wings? And to try to justify that choice, I made two of its wings work as legs in a sort of pterodactyl way. I thought this also worked well to let it grab onto things with its wing-claws, good for climbing and grabbing onto each other in their cluster. I did still give it feathers though.

“It flies but not on wings” honestly no idea what to do about that. We’ll just say that it flies kinda weird because it has arm-wings.

The tail is basically a lion’s tail to go with the cat legs but honestly it’s not any weirder than like some of those nightjars.

Since it’s described as lowly and mean I pictured a smallish bird, regarded as kind of a pest. I took inspiration from some insect-eating birds and I think that fits our gligglae; it is described as darting around. So I decided that the teeth are fake teeth to scare off predators rather than to actually eat with. I imagine that it’s very fast in the air but more vulnerable on the ground, so if threatened it stands up on its hind legs, spreads out all its wings to look bigger, and shows its teeth to try and scare off the threat.

And of course I had to draw the cluster of them all hanging off each other with just one left holding on. AKA Biblically accurate gligglae.

This was super fun! I haven’t had time to join in on previous weeks but as soon as I heard about this I knew I wanted to give it a try at least once. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to join in again!

[numberonehere2008]

I got some ideas

What if reader is the God/goddess of death like thanotos except they don't kill the living rather just guides them to their destination and maybe the god of time as well since they can wrap time back maybe knowing everything about the living to make sure where they go since they only interact with the dead and those who are chosen by the gods aka link and zelda. Maybe they had control over the moon as it seems to be able to rewind the dead and have to do with time from ocarina of time and majora maybe the reason the dead enemies come to life is because Gannon is slowly taking control over the moon and death while reader is trying to aid the chain. Maybe in first era Hylia and first befriended them and since war death are connected maybe fd was very close to reader even more than Hylia and first because they had something in common that they were God's feared more than cared causing Hylia to trap Fd in a mask over jealousy but reader didn't know that since gods can't die making them out of reader's control.

And maybe was close to demise before he became evil.

Reader appears when there's a full moon that isn't red and comes to give comfort and wisdom to the Zeldas and the chain singing a lullaby to them when their younger in their darkest times with hidden warnings to come

But when it becomes day they fade away back to the night kinds like flora and wild except it's not for the good of hyrule but them. Warning wind that his sister is going to be kidnapped the night before and wild and flora to not trust the robots. The kindness they treats them is like how uncle iro treats others. Maybe the reason she is stuck on the moon is either Hylia or Gannon not wanting to let go of reader as everyone is thirsting over reader as wanting to be in the loving arms of kind death. They suffered so much and there's reader giving affection and kind wisdom and love left and right . Got this idea from the song from CG5 don't close your eyes I think the name is.

And maybe another reason reader doesn't wander that much and people fearing them is while Hylia shown to look like a normal Hylian, reader has completely black eyes and snake like teeth a why taller hight long curved turquoise colored horns on their head a spiked tale with black curled hair on the back like a lion and black claws and black hair long enough to touch the floor making them not look so friendly maybe this only one of the forms reader can be other than a black cat with the black eyes isolating them even more but the chain don't care to the zeldas it makes it easier to get their hands on their beloved reader.

What yall think