#HIS CAT'S NAME IS SKY AND HE HAS YELLOW EYES

[roimp]

SO YESTERDAY.

[sleepysnoots]

Hi! I saw your requests were open for ramshackle, so if that’s ok with you can i ask for a stone x male/gn!reader where the reader has a black cat (let’s call it maxie)? like how would he act towards it, i imagine he’d be wary at first but eventually warm up to it

anyways, thanks for listening, sorry if there’s any mistakes, english isn’t my first language :D

Ahh omg i love this idea!!! im sorry if this is ooc but i tried my best :D i just reread ur request and this isnt exactly what u were asking for but ih well hope u like it 😭

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“Stoneeeee”

You hum as you come next to him a huge grin on your face, your arms behind your back like your hiding something

He looks at you with a nonchalant expression as he raises a brow at your excitement

“Yes ?”

Stone says glancing at you for a second, before taking another drag of his cigarette

“Look at what i found!”

You gleam as you pull out the black scruffy cat you found on the streets, holding it up so stone can look at it

Stones eyes widen as his eyes shift to you then the cat giving a concerned look

“What the fuck?”

He said looking at your happy expression as you hold the scruffy thing

“His name is Maxie! I found him in the trash, he kinda reminded me of you”

You giggle as stone looks at the cat with mixed feelings about it

“We cant keep it, we cant even feed ourselves let alone an animal! Also that thing definitely has rabies”

Stone muttered flicking the end of the cigarette as he glanced at you

Your expression drops as you bring the cat to your chest the cat curling up in your arms

“Well.. vinnie has rabies and we kept her!”

You say back seeming almost upset at stone for saying that

Stone sighs before chuckling

“To be fair but still look at it-“

“Him. Maxie is a boy”

You correct as stone rolls his eyes

“Whatever”

Stone mutters before you hum softly

“Stone look i think youd really like him!”

You chuckle as stone looks at u with an unsure expression

“Never really been a cat person”

He mutters looking at Maxie watching the cat cuddle up to your chest as you scratch the back of his ear watching him begin to purr

Stones eyes soften as he looks at Maxie before shaking his head

“Fine we can keep him…. but ur feeding him yourself!”

Stone mutters annoyed before smiling at your happy reaction

“OMG REALLY THANK YOU STONE!”

You jump up happily smiling at stone he rolls his eyes at you before smiling softly to himself

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Stones sat in the alleyway outside their little home, looking up into the night sky as a takes out a 6-pack of cigarettes, bringing one to his lips and lighting it as he enjoys his alone time.

Suddenly he hears a small meow from his side he looks down questioningly before noticing its Maxie

Stone stares at maxie with a cold look before maxie comes up to him brushing his body against stone whilst he purrs causing stones eyes to widen as he smiles softly deciding to give the little guy some attention

Bringing his free hand down to pet Maxie’s head and scratch just behind his ear feeling his surprisingly soft fur on his fingertips

Maxies soft hums dont stop as he jumps onto stones lap stretching before curling up onto his lap and falling asleep there

Stones pupils widen as he looks down at maxie curled up in his lap as he just gazes at him in awe

Stone stays incredibly still as hes just sat there on a crate the yellow streetlamp emitting faded light on him as he finishes his cigarette with the small kitten cuddled up on him and a small smile plastered on his lips.

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I might have to draw that cause i think itd just be such a wholesome image 😭😭😭

Anyways i really hope u guys liked this

[softchouli]

When Katniss' third trimester collided with winter, she stopped going to the woods altogether. It was a reasonable decision advised by her mother who was now on close watch, but it didn't do any good to the intense uneasiness Katniss felt most of the time.

As much as she was trying to keep busy indoors, what seemed to placate her the best even if short-lived on some days, was Peeta's contribution to their child's bedroom.

She immediately took interest when he started to block out a variety of big green sections. Then her husband picked the comfiest armchair in the house and paired it with pillows, so she could watch for as long as she wanted, her favorite person doing their favorite thing.

On breaks Peeta would sit beside her, while she took one of his sturdy and contagiously warm hands in both of hers. Tracing and caressing the colorful smudges, hoping their child could take after him and inherit those very same hands.

As days flew by, flowers began to bloom on the gradient green that became intricate foliage, but with no onions in sight. Peeta diligently embellished all the flowers Katniss had taught him about. A wildflower garden shielded from wilting, curated with all the ones that bring hummingbirds and bees around.

Even Buttercup acquired a spot on the wall, peacefully curled up, fur in a generous rendition, surrounded by the blossoms that gave him a name. An old resilient little thing, he barely hears anymore and Katniss suspects he soon won't see too. He lays on Katniss' lap while Peeta paints, the cat's new habit consists of sleeping next to Katniss whenever he sees her close enough to do it, as if on duty to protect her belly.

Later on a ladder, Peeta moves to work on the ceiling. A lilac base starts to take form with pale pinkish clouds that meet his orange right on the corner of the wall that has a window. It looks just like the sunset's 12 displays in better weather. Like Peeta is ensuring their child's little world would still have a clear sky even in grayish times. It's so limpid that sometimes Katniss swore if she was sleepy enough the fluffy clouds would start moving lethargically.

"I can repaint when our child gets a little older and asks me for something else," Peeta told her, the day when there were no more blank parts to give life.

He knows it will take time for the baby to sleep in the room, even when the little one can finally be by their side. Katniss had long before accommodated a crib by the couple's bed, just to be sure it would fit perfectly there, and it has been the furniture's designed place ever since. However, putting the nursery together gives them a sense of a new reality. It makes them both aware of a future where everything good in their family could take a life of its own.

One night when he enters their shared bedroom, the sight of his wife on the bed greets him. She's frowning, seemingly lost in thoughts while working on soft wool, baby shoes judging by the size of the yellow piece she's holding. For months she's been doing all types of small-sized garments to occupy her mind and free time, and by now they could dress a whole town.

The moment she notices him and looks up, Peeta turns the lights off.

"What are you doing?" Tone telling him her frown it's even deeper now.

His answer comes in the form of him gently scooping her from the bed, "taking you two to see a surprise."

"Peeta I'm not looking forward to seeing the floor, turn on the lights, you're going to drop us all." She's clinging to him now, knowing well her full weight, precious baby bump included, are in utter safety in his arms. The years she was steadily taken care of in their hold could prove It.

That makes him chuckle, the rumble on his chest a feeling too familiar. She wants to stay annoyed but her body, the betrayer that it is, instantly relaxes towards his stable warmth.

"Alright, close your eyes."

"I don't know if you noticed yet…" she gestures in the air, "it's already pitch-black." She tries to state the matter-of-fact information with a brisk voice, but by the last word, her hand is back on his shoulder.

So Peeta, as best as he can, presses his forehead on hers. "My love, close your eyes please." He can feel the sigh she lets out against his face, and he's sure she can feel how that only served to amplify his grin.

"They're closed now, but I could be lying, and you wouldn't even know," she mumbled defeatedly.

The sound of his steps, so distracting for hunting, grew to be the kind of noise Katniss is most fond of in their home. The comforting signal that her husband was nearby. And said noise takes her to the faintest smell of paint. Their child's room.

"You can open them now."

There's no complete darkness when Katniss does as she was told to. Diminutive spots are carefully placed everywhere and they timidly shine, like fractionated versions of the sun that mirrors on the lake's surface.

As her eyes take in and get gradually used to it, Peeta slowly walks closer for further inspection so she can make more sense of the dots. The little bright circles have shapes, it's too delicate and detailed, he must've used one of those thin brushes to make this frizzy at the edges. And it's when it hits Katniss.

Dandelion seeds.

Dispersing as if they were being blown away by the wind, twirling in pretty, fluid patterns, going up to their child sky to take the place of stars. Forming constellations that seemed to be dancing just like the fireflies that accompany cicadas and dragonflies in the summertime.

"It's luminescent paint, it absorbs light so it can look like this when there's none," he says smiling, cheek pressed against her loose hair. "But I think it looks the brightest after getting exposed to natural light."

"Their last glimpse before falling asleep." She softly blurts out in awe, and as tears are threatening to spill over the edge; she manages to release a "thank you," right by the side of his neck, her best-loved hiding place.

"Katniss just a few more days until we can see them, my love" Peeta whispers against the crown of her head, squeezing her a little tighter, his endless effort to make her lighter.

The last thing Peeta remembers from that night is blurry, a mixture of them going back to bed, the slight dampness from the tears on the nightshirt his wife was grasping. The soft sounds of Katniss humming herself to calmness.

The first thing Peeta remembers from the next morning is clear as that first day of spring. It sent him running to bring Mrs. Everdeen. To help them finally welcome the permanent visit they couldn't wait any longer to receive.

[kaidabakugou]

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𓆩♡𓆪 WARNINGS: BLOOD KINK / BITING / MENTIONS OF DEATH / CUNNILINGUS / BLOOD DRINKING / MARKING KINK / READER HAS RED EYES / FINGERING / FINGER SUCKING / MULTIPLE ORGASMS / TEASING / BEGGING / BLOODY VAGINAL SEX / SQUIRTING / NIPPLE PLAY / LMK IF I MISSED ANY <3

𓆩♡𓆪 AUTHOR'S NOTE: wanted to get one more monster fic out before i get into the full holiday spirit, hope you enjoy! <333

Nights like this still felt surreal to you. The sounds of the city echoing below you as they filled your ears mixed with the pretty view of the city lights never failed to make you smile in reminiscence. The cold breeze brushing over your skin as you peered over to the sky, leaning your head back against the balcony wall while you stared at the moon.

The gradient dark navy sky is so clear in contrast to the glowing yellow white surrounding you in an ethereal glow almost identical to that same night all those decades ago. The same night you met him.

Back when you were still a mere human, a famed hunter following her father’s footsteps after his death at the hands of Dracula, killing him in the process. Forced to carry on his legacy under the weight of the Helsing name as his only daughter when rumors of a new ruler taking Dracula’s throne arose after his death.

Arriving in Transylvania shortly after on behalf of the Vatican’s orders, in pursuit of the evil tormenting the villagers. It was expected of you to fill the void left by your father, being the skilled hunter that you were, having learned everything that you know directly from the source, positioned you at the highest rank among hunters. That's how you met the new prince, Bakugou Katsuki, a force of nature that many would say was more powerful and dangerous than Dracula himself.

Still remembering the first night you met him like it was yesterday, those glowing vermilion orbs invading your dreams the following nights after you managed to escape his castle. Almost like he was communicating with you through your sleep, calling to you. Eventually falling into this game of cat and mouse with every encounter you had with him, until you finally submitted to your growing desires, allowing him passage into your mind at night as he connected his thoughts with yours.

The sounds of keys against the front door capture your attention as you peer over to the entrance through the glass sliding doors of the balcony. Spotting the same glowing irises as he locks eyes with you whilst entering the penthouse, a grin immediately spreads across his face as he makes his way towards you. Gentle hands cradling your cheeks as he leans down to press his lips against yours before pulling back, pressing his forehead against your own as your arms wrap around his waist.

“What are you looking at?”, he asks while peering over to the city before his eyes return to yours.

“Nothing, just the moon is really pretty tonight”, you say as you twist your head to place a kiss on his palm while he leans his head back to look at the moon.

“Mm, not as pretty as you though”, he snickers as his hands run along the sides of your body before gripping the back of your thighs, hoisting you up as you wrap your legs around his waist while chuckling.

“You're the pretty one”

“Oh yeah? I wouldn't know since I apparently can't see my reflection”, to that you let out a laugh, still finding it amusing how bewildered he was when he sat down with you to watch the modern vampire movies humans have created countless of times, inspired by the old tales of Count Dracula that have been passed down millennia after millennia.

Some had accurate depictions of vampires, many had even mentioned your father which is how your interest in these movies began, but a few had questionable details regarding the attributes of a vampire. The ability to see our reflection in mirrors being one of them. Vampires were very much capable of seeing their reflection, especially in modern society where humans would make them from mostly aluminum, unlike back when Dracula still ruled, that mirrors were made from polished obsidian that could obstruct the image of a vampire but still be somewhat visible.

Which is why Bakugou found the allegations absurd that he hasn't been able to prevent himself from bringing it up every opportunity he gets. And don't even get him started on the movies where vampires could sparkle in the sunlight, or else you wouldn't hear the end of it.

“Oh, let it go”

“Nah, never forgiving humans for that one”, he grunts while carrying you towards the bedroom while you lean down to pull him into a kiss, still smiling at his small tantrum.

Placing you down on the bed as he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck while you run your fingers through his blonde locks, reveling in each other, something you both enjoyed regularly since time was certainly not a problem for either of you.

“Mm, I'm hungry”, he says while trailing kisses along the side of your neck.

“You're always hungry”, you snorted back.

“What can I say… I can't get enough of you, baby”, he snickers while still placing kisses along your skin, his words making you let out a small laugh as you cradle his face in your hands to pull him towards you.

Pressing your lips against his as you devour each other in a fervent kiss, his tongue drags across your bottom lip, asking for entry inside your mouth as you give him access. Your tongues pressing against each other until you succumb to him, allowing his tongue to explore inside your wet mouth before you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, lightly cutting them with your fangs as the sweet taste of his royal blood hits your tongue.

“Go ahead”, you whisper against his lips, a smirk adorning your features as he matches yours.

Katsuki and you have always had this attraction towards one another, even back then when you would still be under orders to hunt him down and bring an end to his life for the sake of the people, he had always piqued your interest. Before him, vampires were just pests that did nothing but harm, just another evil in the world that you needed to get rid of like your father had taught you.

But Katsuki made you feel things no one else could, the thrill of the hunt growing with each encounter as you found yourself looking forward to meeting with the blood sucker each night that you went out in pursuit of him or members of his coven that could give you any information that could work at your advantage to take him down. The rush of adrenaline that you'd get when you would fight against him, always ending with either of you cutting the small rendezvous short before you could land a fatal hit on the other.

Eventually you started to notice the pull between the both of you with the way he’d whisper to you in your dreams, with how you couldn't bring yourself to pierce his heart after many attempts, or how anyone that would dare cause you harm, vampire or not, would turn up dead with their heads ripped out and the symbol of his coven carved into their foreheads. All leading up to the fateful night you'd manage to sneak into his castle when he was hosting a vampire ball, taking the distraction as an opportunity to finally put an end to your mission and return to your quiet life in the hopes of leaving the weight of the family name behind. But your plans didn't go as intended when you found yourself pressed against him in the balcony of his chambers, giving yourself to him as all your pride melted under the moonlight.

Katsuki continued to trail kisses down your neck as he removed both of your clothes in the process, settling in between your legs as he placed a kiss on your inner thigh before sinking his fangs into your tender skin, a soft grunt vibrating inside his chest as the sweet taste of your blood streams down his throat. The feeling of his fangs puncturing your skin making you close your eyes from the feeling of bliss coursing through your body.

Vampires feeding off of other vampires was considered a taboo by some but the both of you found it endearing, something intimate that makes the bonds between you two grow even stronger. Occasionally you’d pick up some human from a bar, taking advantage of their drunken state to use them as a blood bag when the two of you would be craving human blood. Sometimes you’d invite Katsuki’s right-hand man and best friend, since the redhead had harbored a soft spot for you after seeing how enamored his blood price was with you. But nothing compared to the feeling of feeding from each other.

Katsuki laps up the blood dripping from the punctures on your skin before he trails kisses down your thigh, caressing the other with his hand as he gets closer to your mound. Placing a quick kiss on your folds as he leans upwards towards your lower stomach, darting his tongue out to lick all the way up towards your belly button before licking back down the same path.

Sinking his fangs just above your cunt as he leans back to watch the blood drip down your smooth skin and through your folds. Watching as the red liquid mixes with your slick before diving in between your legs to drink up the mixture. Dragging his tongue with expertise and passion, licking all the right spots the only way he knew how to do.

Licking up towards your clit, scraping his fangs against the sensitive nub as he bites down around it, sucking on it whilst he drinks your blood while stimulating your swollen clit. The sensation of the added sting mixed with his tongue flicking against your skin, sending you over the edge as you release sinks into the sheets below you.

Removing his fangs from your skin as he leans back to admire the mess between your legs, resting his head on the side of your thigh while his eyes dart towards your hooded ones, noticing how your eyes are already glossy when he's barely touched you. Smiling to himself at how malleable you are when you're under him in contrast to that tough hunter he corrupted all those decades ago.

He sinks his fangs in the fat of your thigh again while he runs his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his digits as he lifts them up towards your mouth. Eagerly opening your mouth to him as you wrap your lips around his digits while he presses them down on your tongue. Sucking the mixture of your blood and juices from them as you moan around him, your eyes turning a deep shade of red that matched his vermilion ones at the savory taste of your blood seeping into your tastebuds.

Cleaning his digits before removing them with a wet pop as he lowers them down on your cunt again. Collecting the blood still dripping from the punctures as he inserts them into your warm pussy, your walls clenching around him as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Curling them upwards as he massages the sweet spot inside of you, making your moans reach a soprano as you feel the knot inside your stomach burst as soon as it builds as you cum around his digits.

The wet squelch of your release mixed with the pool of blood making his cock twitch between his legs as his need to feel your warmth around him grows unbearable. Presenting his fingers to you as he sinks his fangs down on your skin again, this time holding the liquid in his mouth as he hovers above your cunt, letting the blood spurt out of his mouth and drip down onto your already soaked cunt whilst he stares into your crimson eyes, your mouth still wrapped around his digits as you moan at the sight of your blood pouring down on you.

Covering your sensitive skin with the red fluids, making you more slick for him as he leans up to position himself between your legs. Spitting the remaining blood into his hand as he gives his cock a few jerks before aligning himself with you, dragging his cock tantalizing slow between your folds whilst he tortures you with it. His pre cum mixing in with your blood and release while he continues to tease your entrance, the tip of his cock flicking against your clit making you jolt with each slow drag of his cock against your cunt.

“How bad do you want it, princess?”, he asks while leaning down to place a kiss against your chest.

“So bad, need you inside, please”, you plead while reaching down to press your palm against the top of his cock whilst it continues to slowly drag against you, the added pressure making you both hiss.

“You can beg better than that, come one try again” he teases while smirking down at you as a loud whine leaves your lips.

“Please, I need you to fuck me…”, you beg while still rubbing the top of his cock.

“... Please, my price”, and to that Katsuki loses his composure as a small smirk adorns your features, knowing exactly the words to use to have him in the palm of your hand.

Smirking back at you as he aligns himself with your entrance, pushing his cock inside your warmth as you both gasp from the pleasure. Burying himself all the way inside of you before he starts thrusting his hips back and forth in your dripping cunt. Leaning down to wrap his arms around you to give you access to his neck as you sink your fangs into his smooth skin. The taste of his royal blood pouring into your mouth causes your eyes to roll and shivers to erupt from your skin as you greedily gulp down the sweet red liquid to quench your thirst as he continues pummeling into you.

Both of you getting closer to your orgasm as he sinks his teeth down into your neck as well, feeding from each other while he picks up his pace. Your moans muffled by the skin of the other as the knot inside your stomach bursts again, your release soaking both of your thighs as you squirt around him.

Katsuki follows shortly afterwards as the clench of your walls around him mixed with the honeyed taste of your blood sends him over the edge. Hot spurts of cum plastering your insides as he fills you up with his release before it rings around the base of his cock and mixes in with your other fluids while he continues thrusting into you, not wanting to part for your warm body just yet as you both continue to drink from each other.

Dethatching your lips from his skin as you lean back to rest your head against the soft sheets below you while you catch your breath, Katsuki doing the same to continue to trail kisses along your neck and down your chest, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth as he bites down on the delicate skin.

Drinking the blood from your breast before he leans back up towards your face, pulling you into a kiss as he pours your blood from his mouth into yours, swallowing everything down before he pulls back to rest his forehead against yours.

Rubbing his fingers on your scalp behind your ear while you stay in each other's embrace, lovingly staring into the other's eyes as the glowing red from your eyes starts to diminish into a soft mahogany whilst looking back into his tame vermilion ones. Breathing each other in, under the moonlight seeping through the curtains just like all those decades ago as you both start to drift away into sleep.

[justatheo]

Theo Kisne [ B A S I C S ]

B A S I C S

Name: Theo Kisne

Nicknames: None commonly used! His lancing slash dragoon trainer refers to him by his surname.

Age: Unknown Late 50s

Nameday: Unknown

Race: Rava Viera

Gender: CIS male

Orientation: Pansexual

Profession: Mercenary, adventurer, bartender

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally white with unnatural crimson highlights. He cuts it short himself, maintaining its cropped, if shaggy appearance.

Eyes: Sun-colored; the golden edges of firelight

Skin: Naturally tanned, a yellow shade of sienna

Tattoos/scars: Innumerable scars, no tattoos. Among the more noticeable of the former is the twisted skin around his neck, a brand of his previous imprisonment.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Unknown to him.

Siblings: Unknown to him.

Grandparents: Unknown to him.

In-laws and Other: Unknown to him.

Pets: A chocobo named Lolo. A perfectly spherical, calico cat that comes and goes at various moments.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Skilled in various weaponry, most notably the lance and sword (and somewhere in the hidden recesses of his mind, the gunblade). He is more proficient at aether manipulation than he believes and has a very limited capacity for aethersight that is yet to be realized. He has a knack for finding lost items.

Hobbies: Cooking, wood-whittling (badly), playing Triple Triad, bouncing from one social establishment to the next, ho'ing.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: His confidence, his optimism, his drive, his genuine curiosity in a person and the willingness to learn about them on their terms

Most Negative Trait: His reticence to share the damaged parts of him, the reckless speed he steers himself and, by extension, others. His guilt. His muddled memory.

L I K E S

Colors: Red, black, white, yellow, orange, pink -- really, all shades of color. If pressed, he will say that his favorite is the blue color of a clear summer sky.

Smells: Something warm, something like cinnamon and cedar with the bright notes of vetiver. Leather. River water.

Textures: The amberlight glinting off of a glass of whiskey, the cartography of scars, old and new; a palm, callused and warm, running across skin; the shape of laughter as it comes and as it recedes, held as a memory in the heart, the weight of it an ache.

Drinks: A specific blend of whiskey, honey, chamomile, and fernet.

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Occasionally!

Drinks: Yep.

Drugs: Add another insomniac to the list. Yes.

Mount Issuance: A yellow-feathered chocobo he'd been gifted during his time at the Tailfeather Outpost. She is cunning and particular. She'll probably eat Theo if he dies.

Been Arrested: Yes.

[fallenclan]

An Otter's Song

a fucking FANTASTIC poem by dice anon!!! he submitted it and asked for it to be posted, so he could stay on anon, so I will put it under the cut :) it's SO fucking good holy shit

An Otter's Song

He wasn’t known for his knowledge, ever.

A kitten, adopted by

Scorching skies and stinging nettles, 

was known.

He was perceived 

And seen. 

He existed.

  Ivy leaves curled around his chest once

Suspicion making his eyes water.

Flashes of lanky reeds drifting in the breeze

And ivy leaves snaking through his bones.

  The scorching skies and nettles protected.

The kitten, happy

Began his journey.

A crow’s feather in his paw

A grin on his face

And those eyes.

Yellow, gleaming white and blue in the sun.

The scorching skies once remarked it was akin to the light

Of the brightest fire in the sky

Glimmering across a frozen landscape

  The sky cracks momentarily

And tears fall.

Nettlestem’s eyes, wide with fear.

Dog bites, huge and deep, cover her body.

The kitten, aged enough to grieve right, weeps.

  His mama has passed

And it’s the first time he’s seen his mother cry.

  Otterpaw wasn’t known for knowledge, ever.

He was seen as a playful cat 

but one laced with a deep-cutting sadness.

He was perceived and seen.

He didn’t think he could exist like he had before

But he’d survive.

Not live, but survive.

  Maple leaves covered his pelt

And the sun freckled the ground where he trained.

Training upon the cliff sides of the peak

He almost slips.

He gazes behind him and sees it for the first time

Practically stalagmites, the stones rise upward as if

To touch the stars

  The distraction gives Maplethorn 

A chance to dodge the next strike

Otterpaw almost falls, unbalanced.

Maple leaves push him back up from the cliff sides

And save him from those unforgiving spires.

  A golden lion stands atop a stone

And gazes down upon him.

He is perceived in this moment

But not understood.

  Otterslip.

He runs quickly, and was named for that.

But all he can think of are those rocks

That spiral up and down.

That pierces his dreams

And makes them bleed.

  He runs and runs and runs and runs and–

An eagle’s call stabs into his heart.

The sun almost blinds him

And he practically falters.

  He rips and rends into its flesh and feathers

And it falls.

The sky rushes around him as 

He panics to get to his paws.

It feels horrible and the wind

Seems to be punishing him.

  The sun blinds him.

The scorching sky does nothing.

Waltzes past without real care.

  Blood stains Scorchstar’s mind.

Her scream is still echoing in her ears.

Reverberating and curling around her mind.

She cannot and will not

Forget it.

  Otterslip was a fast cat, able to scale the cliff sides, 

Quietly,

Quickly,

And efficiently.

He had to. 

It could be a life or death moment.

Something snaps as hail beats down on him

And he lets it.

The scorching skies have 

Stopped giving him warmth.

  In her final gasping moments

She confesses to her son.

She killed the sun and snuffed it’s flames

And she made sure nobody knew.

He watches her, expression blank.

There was time to get help,

But Scorchstar refused it to make things right 

With the stars.

She will remain among them in death

And he will not.

  He snakes among the grasslands, claws out.

He needs to be angry

And to let it all out.

He hunts for a cat to hurt, and finds none.

  Although, he does find three kittens

And they are hidden with plants.

Grass sways in the breeze, thick with dewdrops.

Yew berries dip low, heavy with their own weight.

Ivy, like before, winds upward. 

It is not within his bones. It never will be.

  He was perceived and seen. 

He existed.

And he will make sure he is known.

  A storm rumbles high above.

Whispers curling around his ears.

The wind rushes around him

Like before,

But now it is tainted with hostility.

Eyes blink open around him.

  He is witnessed

And he is monstrous.

  A dog’s snapping jaws, foam dripping red around it’s

Slobbering jaws.

Grasses torn up

Roots dislodged and ravaged.

Ivy leaves curling around

Weeping and crying.

Yew berries 

Dripping with dewdrops and tears.

  A dog has ruined his life.

The wounds of Nettlestem are seared into his eyes.

The gasping breaths of Scorchstar are whistling in his ears.

The scent of that crimson blood of Grassroot  in his nose.

  He lashes out, and the cliffsides rise up to greet him.

The storm rumbles, but ceases.

It’s screech echoes around the stones

It’s eyes stare as the sickening

CRACK

Echoes around the land.

He tastes iron on his tongue.

The storm has ceased.

Like his mother before him had snuffed out

The sun.

  He runs.

He was named for his speed.

He stumbles.

Slipping on his past.

His eyes, once honored for their beauty

Are bloodshot as he yowls out.

The golden lion watches, horrified.

  Like before

Otterslip is witnessed.

He is seen.

He will never be understood.

His flesh, destined to be meat and bone

And nothing else.

Otters are predators after all.

They must be dealt with.

  The lion roars

And he runs.

He feels the thick light of the sun on his back

And he cannot tell if it is the damnation of Sunwish

Or the regret of his mother.

It doesn’t last long though.

Rain begins to beat down, thick and heavy.

Bulging with regret and woven with the scent of smog.

  And those eyes.

Yellow, gleaming white and blue in the sun.

The scorching skies once remarked it was akin to the light

Of the brightest fire in the sky

Glimmering across a frozen landscape.

  The fire is gone

Smoldering.

There are dancing colors in his vision.

Bismuth in nature and reflecting off each other.

He cannot remember where he is.

Blood stains his paw.

He shifts it, and pain fires up through his leg.

  His leg aches.

The stones around him are gleaming with

That shimmering crimson.

That crimson that stains every moment of his life.

He looks back on his memories, operose.

  Viscera and gristle stain his mind

And he feels guilt.

He does not know if he should.

The sanguineous nature of the clans

Stain his judgment, clouding it.

He is blind

And he is exactly what StarClan wants in a victim.

  He stands before the stars.

Their judging gaze pierces him.

  He is witnessed.

He is truly seen.

Every aspect of his life, examined.

Every action, weighed and debated upon.

The scorching skies say nothing.

The stinging nettles accuse her son of those crimes.

  He will not get a chance to defend himself.

The stars will never understand him

And he will not try to get them to.

  He doesn't understand himself.

All he knew is that there was a storm.

And that it beat down and oppressed him

And its winds spread lies.

But it was gone.

It’s eyes and lies

Dead by his own paw.

  He is witnessed.

The trees branches wind around him

Bark snapping and curving around his pelt.

He screams.

  He thrashes.

He cannot escape.

He speaks to another cat, one last time.

  “I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, please!”

Stormsight watches, guilt clear in his eyes.

Otterslip screams.

Sinewy strength beats back at the branches.

  “Let me see my daughter! I want to say goodbye!”

Grassroot does not appear.

Otterslip, lachrymose to a pathetic extreme

Wails for his life.

“Let me try to be better!”

  The branches tug at his pelt.

“I’ll do good!”

Thorns stab into his brown pelt.

  “This is not mercy!”

He screeches and sobs.

“This is DESECRATION!”

He roars.

  The trees claim him.

His fatal wounds bleed

With a thick dark fluid.

It is practically oozing from his pelt

And from his open flesh.

There will be no storms here.

There will never be any sun

And no plants will sprout.

  The ivy leaves that once woven around his bones have died.

The stinging nettles in his fur have shriveled.

The scorching sky has ceased its warmth.

The grasses, unrooted before, are gone.

The yew berries have rotten.

The ivy around his paws has crumbled.

  He walks onward.

The red forest follows.

Its silence is oppressive.

  A crow’s call makes his ears perk.

He looks up

And a new sight is before him.

A hazy image of the sky 

And unfamiliar cats.

He turns away, lashing his tail at it.

He feels some of his feathers slip from his tail

And he turns to pick them up.

  The image is gone, and so have the feathers.

Realization slams into him.

He is dead

But he still has power among the living.

And he will have to use it

To live again.

  He was once witnessed

And he will inflict that pain upon another.

  i wrote a snippet of this as propaganda for the favorite cat poll but then realized that it was actually turning out okay, so i finished it :3

[mist-see]

I don’t wish you well. 2

Short story.

Inspiration from Brent fiayaz; darling I don't wish you well

Italics= English

Yandere Reader × Neytiri X Jake Sully

Summery: You wanting to kill him, you were going to. But you were warned.

⚠️warning⚠️

Mention of killing

You needed to leave before they got you caught.

Your movements were as slick as a cat, as quiet as a mouse, and soon, you landed on the balls of your toes, and into a low crouch on the moss.

You look back at the glow of the seedlings, the bushes blocking the way of your best friend and her student, but you still heard their soft talking, the roars of their laughter as they watched the atorkirina' seemingly dance around them.

Your chance might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but it’ll be soon.

And just as you turn to head back to the tree, your eyes widen at the large cluster of spirits that sat in front of you, blocking your way.

‘Upe? (What?) There were hundreds of them, no thousands as they lit the forest around them. You felt it, this wasn’t just a warning from Eywa, ‘twas a message.

But to what? “Hey, going on over there?” Your ears shift at the sound of the sky person, but panic never went through your body. What was he to do, beat you up? Ha, funny thought.

You back away from the seedlings as they float to you, making you stumble into the bushes, coming out the other end to join the two.

“Y/n??” Neytiris's voice caught your ears, but your eyes never left the light that illuminated from the atorkirina', at how they floated above and around the bushes, making you back up even more until you were near the two.

“What is going on Neytiri.” It was more of a command to know. The two that stood behind you were in shock as the floating spirits around them separated to join the rest of the thousands.

“Don’t know...” That was the honest answer she could give you. Her pretty eyes never left the spirits as they started parting, going to your left and right until they completely circled the three of you.

“Whoa, what the hell..” The newcomer mutters, tail behind him flicking in amusement as he looks around him. “Does this happen a lot?” He asked whoever, only to receive a ‘no’ from both women.

“They are getting closer...” You looked over to Neytiri as she spoke the foreign language, petty yellow eyes blown wide, pupils large as she looked around them, it was beautiful. And she was right.

The atorkirina’ started closing in on the three of you, making you all push against each other’s back as if you’d get hurt.

This was new, no one has ever heard or seen of this before. “What is the great mother trying to tell us..” this time it was you who spoke, hand wrapping around Neytiris's waist, pulling her against you as if she’d get burnt if she were touched by them.

“Don’t know…” She repeated in a mere whisper. She was amazed, mind blown, and filled with nothing as she goes through something that’s never been heard of.

Suddenly, the seedlings attached to the three of you, covering you from head to toe, as if saying that this was fate, that you belonged together.

No. No, that couldn’t be it.

It only lasted a quick few seconds, before the small white purities brushed off of you as you get hit by a soft wind, guiding them south.

It took your breath away once they glided off of your skin, it was like being held, being held together with Neytiri, and… this newcomer that you refuse to know the name of.

“That was…”

Then you were back in reality. Blinking, you forced your back off of the male, hand still around Neytiri's waist as you clenched your jaw from the sound of his voice. “We must go, we have to tell Tsahik what just happened!” You ignore the way the sky person looks at you so confused as spoke fast in your native tongue. Neytiri was just as confused as she gets dragged away from the bushes and towards the tree, they called home.

“What happened next, my daughter.” Moat's words were urgent, her forehead creasing at her daughter's story as you and Jake sully (you just learned his name on the way back as he tried to start a conversation) stood behind your friend. “They circled around us- and- and pushed us together, then laid on our skin. It was as if we were given a hug, by Eywa, our ancestors, mother! It was as if she was trying to tell us something. Has this been done before?” She stuttered as she spoke, hands moving as she tried to describe what happened.

The Tsahik takes her wise eyes from her daughter's bright ones and stared at the two Navi that stood behind her, a few feet apart. Jake sully, who was confused as always, stared back, nervous as he thought he was the one getting talked about, and you, who stood there looking at the back of Neytiris's head, analyzing her neat braids, how they fell down her shoulders and back, covering the glowing freckles that were so unique.

Moat squints her eyes at you, studying your physique. How you stood, the way your shoulders raised and descended with every breath you took. You held your breath for a few seconds before letting it go, an exercise you were taught growing up for steady arching.

She studied your eyes, the way they never left her daughter's figure, how much light they had in them, how blown out your pupils were when you stared at her, your fingers were always clenched, like you were never relaxed, always ready to fight like the warrior you were.

You loved her daughter. It was so obviously to her a blind man would know. She’s known you were in love since the both of you finished claiming your ikran. But, it wasn’t in a healthy way. No, you were obsessed. But that obsession has kept her daughter safe for as long as she knew you. She forced her eyes from you to the male beside you, Jake Sully. He stood there clenching his jaw, nervous for some reason, the ex-marine must’ve felt some type of anxiety, whereas you, even when you’re confused, stood there quiet and calm, it was eerie.

But even as anxious the male was, his eyes that were filled with hope and light, looked at the side of Neytiris's face as if she had all the answers.

He was in love. And from the way you distanced yourself, you knew, and you didn’t like it. She could tell.

“ No, it hasn’t. Not that I know of, yawne. What were the three of you doing? Out there, after dark. If your father knew, he’d be frantic.” Moat pushed off her daughter’s question with a simple answer, one that frustrated her daughter from the lack of details. Moats eyes never left the two people who stood behind her daughter. Jake was just happy there was a language change, while you stood there quietly analyzing.

If you weren’t the second born she’d think you’d make a good Tsahik, you seem to see everything, never taking anything with a grain of salt as you remember everything. This question seemed to peep your interest, causing you to meet the eyes that already stared back at you.

“I was showing Jake Sully around, in case he ever found himself lost.” Her daughter wasn’t lying, it had started with navigation training, then led to them having fun. You knew this, you were there. “Yes, sorry if we caused trouble, we’ll make sure we’re back before dark next time.”

And there it is.

Even though you kept the straightest face around jake sully, she could see right through you, how your thumbs harshly grazed the smooth wood on your bow, to how aggressively your tail flicked behind you as the sky person spoke. If she didn’t glare at your figure the whole time, she wouldn’t have seen the way your eyes trailed off, wanting to roll them before you stopped.

“No need to apologize Sully. And you?” Now it was Neytiri's turn to look back at you, also wanting to know why you were out so late.

“I was going to kill him.”

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[baiabay]

No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Current Chapter

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name :)

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Chapter 3: Out Of Touch (with reality hoes)

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“Miles!”

Hovering over Miles, surrounded by a sea of colour and light, was Gwen Stacy. That Gwen Stacy. How many months has it been since he’d last seen her? That didn’t matter; she was here now, in his room…opening his collective figures. Miles wanted nothing more but to leave. To jump out his window and swing freely with Gwen. Like old times. There was only one problem though…

“I’m… grounded.”

Miles winced. A pregnant pause, until he couldn’t stop the wince on his face from transforming into a grin after he’d heard the teens' response.

“Bummer - is Spiderman grounded?”

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“So you’re telling me there’s an elite society with all the best spider-people in it?”

Miles swung behind Gwen, an expression of bewilderment behind his mask as his companion rambled about the society.

“-And Hobie,”

“Who’s Hobie?”

“- he lets me crash in his dimension sometimes,”

“L-like you stay the night?”

At the mention of the name a pang of jealousy flashed through Miles. He never knew she was-all of them were-seeing eachother all this time. While he spent it…alone.

“-Oh and there’s this Lady- Jessica Drew, she rides motorcycles, oh my gosh, I’m leaning so much from her-“

“Oh yeah? I-I’ve learned a lot of new stuff too, I leveled up my whole thing, see?”

Half showing off(and half to rid himself of the growing feeling of envy in his chest), Miles mimicked the graceful flipping style of Gwen Stacy, weaving through narrow gaps in traffic and hanging himself by the ankle. Now behind him, he heard a slight giggle.

“Look at you!”

There it was. That feeling he was so jealous of earlier. From Gwen, from the Spider-society, from The Black Cat. It pooled in his stomach and filled his chest, bursting out his seams in the form of an uncontrollable toothy grin and a giggle back. He felt it. Freedom.

“Look at me!”

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You were sat atop the roof of your apartment complex, chin resting on your knees. Purring was heard faintly as one of your cats rubbed its side against you, pulling you out of your deep state of pensiveness you had dug yourself into moments prior. You smiled softly as you scratched at the cat. Your smile faded however, as you replayed for the umpteenth time that evening, your conversation with Spider-man.

“Sometimes I just wish things were different, yknow?”

“Different how?”

“Different like, for me.”

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

You scoffed before sighing deeply. He just didn’t get it, did he? Guess you can’t blame him too much though, if he knew why you did what you did it would practically be the same as ripping off your mask and turning yourself in. Huffing once more, you pushed yourself to stand on the roof. The sun was setting now, the sky blue with tints of pink, orange, and yellow. It was at this moment you realized how long it had been since you took the time to really look at the sunset. It was calm, it was serene, it was-

buzz

A text. Your landlord. Again. Rent was coming up, and you were short last week-pushing all missed fees to this week. Great.

It was at this moment you realized exactly why it had been so long since you took the time to really look at the sunset. Turning away from the painted sky, you collected your feline companions and trudged your way down to your room.

Rummaging through your closet you made it to a makeshift safe designed for the keeping of any valuable items you had seized. Cracking it open with eyes closed and fingers crossed-

It was empty. Great.

You let out a lengthy groan, shifting your weight back to lay on your floor. You hadn’t gone out heist-ing since the incident with Spot. Rolling over on your side, you were met with two bright, wide, yellow eyes, and a large tuft of black fur in your face. As if on cue, the large tuft of fur nuzzled your face before dropping a black leather mask before you. Your black leather mask.

A silent beat passed as you stared at the mask on the ground. Sighing once more, you picked up the mask, your words to Spider-man ringing behind your ears.

“The Cat and The Spider. We can’t truly change who or where we are. No matter…how much we want to.”

Now fully suited, you headed your way towards your window, looking back at your fluffy black friend.

“Thanks, kitty”

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The sun was setting now, the sky blue with tints of pink, orange, and yellow. It was at this moment Gwen realized how long it had been since she took the time to really look at the sunset. Miles smiles, a lighthearted feeling in his chest. Sitting on the underside of this secluded ledge, Miles relished in the serene feeling that enveloped the two of them. In this moment, looking out into the city, the two young heroes felt like they were the only ones in the entire universe. They were alone, together. It was nice.

“ In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man.”

At the sound of Gwen’s voice, Miles turned his head. As she finished her sentence, his lips curved into a soft smile, and he found himself subconsciously leaning into her. Looking up at her, he blinked as he noticed how Gwen returned the smile, but held a tensed, tight-lipped expression behind it. Before he could comment, she parted her lips to speak.

“… And in every other universe, it doesn’t… end well.”

Miles flinched as he processed Gwen's words, opting to shift his body away from her. All of a sudden, his mind was swarmed with memories from his earlier interaction with his feline counterpart. Looking once again into Gwen‘s eyes, Miles took note that The Cat held the same pained expression she displayed now. Before he can even begin to think of a response, Miles' mouth began to move.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

Miles’ chest was beating wildly now. He had expected Gwen to run away – to block him out like The Black Cat had done moments prior. But the warm pressure he felt pressing against his shoulder spoke differently. Like he did with the thief, Miles sighed deeply. This time, with a content smile across his face.

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It was night time now, and you were on the prowl – grappling around for the perfect opportunity to strike, when you stumbled across the most peculiar thing.

You assumed it was an abandoned building, but you’ve seen a handful of those, this one was different. It had been almost turned inside out, pieces of itself sticking out of… itself? And –

“Is that…glitching?”

Whatever what was going on, one thing for sure, this whole situation felt eerily familiar to you. Every fiber of your being screamed that this was all Spots doing.

Shit.

No way was he about to steal another gig from you.

On tipped-toes, you made your way into the wrecked building, when suddenly you were tugged by an invisible force. Literally.

“GH-“

Before you could continue screaming, the invisible force held you close and slapped its hand across your mouth.

“What are you doing?” The voice whisper-shouted.

Spider-Man. Invisibility, huh? Cool.

Squirming free from his grip, he tried your best to glare in the direction of the voice.

“Um, what are you doing?” You whisper-shouted back.

“Cat!”

“I couldn’t help myself! I was curious…”

“Yeah, I hear that’s bad for cats-”

“No nononononononononoNO!”

The two of you flinch to the sound of this new, distressed voice. While Miles remained invisible, you quickly ducked behind a support beam, squinting at the source of the sound.

In front of you holding an extremely panicked expression behind their mask, was another… another Spider-person?

Just when your curiosity couldn’t have been piqued any further, this new Spider-person, from what looked like to be a watch(a super bad-ass watch, you might add), began to play a projection of-you called it, The Spot.

Rambling erratically about some sciencey-shit you’d maybe understand if you paid more attention in physics, you watched as the hologram of the spotted man stumbled over himself, as well as practically every possible item in the room. You inched closer in an attempt to gauge more about this whole situation, albeit, you still didn’t catch that much, only managing to cling onto words like ‘holes’ or ‘collider’.

“Shoot…”

The hologram played out, and the new Spider’s panic grew.

“shootshootshootshoot-“

The Spots’ hologram began to mumble angrily- was that your name you heard in there? And Spiders? A lot of Spiders’ name, actually. You had no idea he’d had a run-in with him too. Soon enough, the panic began to rub off on your Spider-Man, as you heard him start to mirror the words of the stranger.

“Shoot.”

“UGH, no! Gwen Gwengwengwengwe-“

“Gwen! Hi~”

A…pregnant… Spider-woman appeared before the three of you. You truly seen it all now.

“Spider?”

Calling out to him, you tried your best to remember where his invisible form last was. No response. You whipped your head around wildly until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Do you…know what’s going on?”

Miles kept his eyes trained on Gwen, as she explained to the Spider-woman about her detour with him.

“I have an idea.”

“Do you know who they are? Are they… other Spider-Men?”

“… never see him again, all right?”

The new spider person(whom you collected her name to be Gwen), spoke. Her shoulders dropped, and her head hung low as the holographic form of the pregnant hero disappeared. You watched in silence as she reached a hand before her mask and tugged it off. The hand on your shoulder squeezed before slipping away. Turning in your direction, a maskless Gwen stared past you - into the night. Upon seeing her face, you flinched. Ready to run off had she noticed your presence. But she didn’t. With glazed eyes, she stared right past you. You blinked, and for a moment, your jaw fell. She was young, looked around your age with neck-length blonde hair, half shaved. Her brows furrowed in a way that felt familiar to you, in a way that said, ‘I wish things were different’. She remained staring for a few moments, you and Miles stared back. It was quickly broken by a flash of bright light, spiralling in patterns and colours you’ve never seen before, And pulling her mask on, Gwen stepped in.

You didn’t anticipate your Spider-Man to be standing upside down when he came out of his invisible state, yet there he was. Facing away from you, towards the orange and red amalgamation of light Gwen stepped into moments prior.

“Sp-“

“I’m going in.”

“Wai-no. What do you mean you’re going in-”

“I mean, Cat, I'm going in there.”

His voice was raised now, shoulders tensed. He jumped down from the ceiling, stepping towards the portal. Realizing he was unmasked, you took in the dark curls that framed his face. You felt a strong urge to pull your own face covering off.

You did.

“Then… I’m coming with you.”

“You can’t-”

Spider turned around to face you. Brows furrowed and mouth open to send a negative retort toward your way, until his breath hitched as he became aware of the bareness of both of your faces. You stood, arms crossed, staring into the eyes of the boy. He had gentle features, warm brown eyes. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on exactly where you’ve seen him. School, maybe? He must’ve recognized you, seeing as he stared back with a bewildered look on his face. He closed his mouth, form un-tensing. You took the silence to speak once more.

“I said, I’m coming with you.”

You stepped towards the portal, reaching to pull your mask back on.

“I said I wanted things to be different, right? Well, I – I feel like this is a chance to change things up…what is it you said again? That ‘there’s a first time for everything’? Well, what if you were right, Spider, th-”

“Miles.”

You looked at, with a soft smile on the young heroes face

“Miles, my name.”

“… Miles.”

You tested out his name before speaking yours, one he must’ve recognized, as he responded with a flinch.

“You said your last names’ Hardy? Like Walter Hardy? The noto-

“ Notorious Black Cat burglar? Yeah no shit, Sherlock.“

Your mouth stretched into a wide smile as the serious air between the two of you dissipated. The portal crackled, before beginning to shrink in size. Miles spoke,

“So you’re… you sure you want to do this?“

There was a part of you that screamed at you to stay. That worried about everything you were leaving-by leaving. Guilt seeped into the back of your mind and you turned away from Miles to face the dark city skyline.

You reflected on your conversation earlier. Did you really want to be The Cat forever? Become like your father and die doing this job?

Did you really?

“I’m sure.”

You and Miles both now reached to tug your masks back on. The two of you sent one last look back out onto the city before nodding at eachother, and diving in.

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[homiesondaweb]

I WROTE SOME HOBIE BACKSTORY FLUFF

Been writing too much angst lately🥲

anyway this is based of my previous head cannon on Hobie's siblings. Quick recap (might make a OC post about em) Hudson and Hendricks(yea name change) are the eldest twins about 12 years older than Hobie and are 21. Henry is in the middle he is 9 years older than Hobie, he is 18. Harley is only 5 years older and she is 14 going on 15 (she helps run the community garden). Hobie is 9!

I am Black but also an American from the midwest. So if I fuck up some of the UK vernacular or whatnot y'all can correct me in the replies or reblogs. If you see this fic floating on AO3 that is also me!

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1966 Chevy C10 aka the ugliest truck known to fucking man aka Harley bedroom away from home. Given to her by her old dirt and hay supplier before he moved to Wales, the dark green vehicle that lives parked in their ground floor garage was her escape from a house full of her lanky and, damn-right charlie brothers. She has the bed of the truck softened with a scrap fabric mattress and tens of thrifted comforters and pillows. Her portable record player crones with a Betty Davis record riding the groove with a whining guitar. Harley uses a chunk of mirror propped against her stage trunk to watch herself as she sections her hair into lazy cornrows for the night.

The sky slowly crumbles into a sunset, unfurling into a cool moon, shifting the world to a soft grayscale and sepia. Streetlights outside the garage flicker on and the human officers switch their patrol lights to a slow strobing blue and yellow. Harley gives a big yawn that pops her jaw and hums along to the guitar's riffs. The sound rests really low in her throat, it nearly drowns out the sound of steel door creaking and small steps that padding in. The 14 year old pauses her humming and stretches over to see the interruption of her night routine.

It's shaped lika palm tree, outlined in muted pink with their bare feet slapping around on the cement. Sleepy gray eyes met hers before they lighten to hazel for a moment, then back to sleep gray.

"Comin' ta bed?" Hobie whispers, voice all low and raspy. Harley helps the wire of a little boy clamor over the raised gate, he settles his head on her shoulder after. She chuckles and smears some leftover mango butter on his nose before her hands are back in her head.

"Inna bit. Thought I might sleep down 'ere though. Let my Baney Bart lil brother have the whole bed. You've got ta start wearin' yer socks to bed, ice foot." Harley teases and Hobie whines, then snuggles against her side. 

Harley thought that now with Henry moving in with Rembrandt to the Canal flats would have given her the incentive to claim his room for her own and finally stop sharing both room and mattress with her baby brother. It wasn't easy though, ever since she came on the scene when the twins 7 and Henry was 5 the Brown siblings instinctively cuddled. Like cubs or kittens of some kind. 

Hudson and Hendricks would sleep on their stomach, shoulders piled on top of each other or an arm around the other's back. Henry uses somebody's calf as a pillow and his foot always ends up in Hudson's face. Harley found her spot cuddled over Henry's stomach and when baby Hobie joined the mix she always woke to her shoulder being smothered in his drool and soft snores. They were like cats in that way, if one sibling saw the other napping, they were gonna share that sleep.

It has peter off some, Henry started sleeping over in the art alley with his mandem. Hendricks working overnight security with Pa. Hudson staying with Imani more days out the week(they all wait for the couple to announce the true reason why she was getting rounder). Harley sleeps in the truck when her band mates  sneaks over after the city curfew because their fam is off it or someone is sick with radio or the flu.

But even with growing apart. A cuddle wassa cuddle and baby Hobie was gonna get his full of them. Of course Harley was still gonna share a bed with her little Barty when requested. Hobie starts to fade down to their true colors as sleep wraps him up, 

"Oi! No sleep yet lil boy. Gotta put the 'fro up." She whispers tugging at the puff on the top of his head. Hobie grumbles, going cut yellow with crankiness. Harley counters it with a pink kiss to the top of his head and lets the stocking-band out that release his coils. Hobie blinks blearly in his slumped sit as Harley sloppily parts then flat twists them down into four rows. He gives a little sigh at the cool feeling of mango butter to his scalp but grumbles when she ties a scarf over them. Harley chuckles as she releases his ears from under it and scoots the front back. 

They both know that damn scarf will be half way across the room and on the floor with her bonnet by morning. He cuddles into the front of her, stuck lika kola instead of a boy, smushing his face to her shoulder. Harley rubs his back and hums out the Buddy Miles intro that is stuck in her head as she feels around for her phone. Hobie blinks again as he watches her raise the antenna on top of it then pop in the code for someone. It rings loudly and they both wince before she lowers the volume and tilts the antenna to the right. 

"Headin' ova?" She asks and a voice hums a soft no. Hobie sighs, that was Donovan.

"Dottie and Kirt's gots lead or radio. Feelin' weak me-self, keepa eye on ya water, yeah? Think OsCo is doin' flushes again." He warns softly.

Harley tenses at that. She sits back some and uses her free hand to inspect Hobie's face. She blinks hard and they both revert to true colors. All warm brown skin, black hair and steely eyes. She gives a sigh of relief at seeing that the whites of his eyes as fine, not any spots of yellow. No dryness to his pallor, just sleepy.

"Where you in the fountains today?" She asks and Hobie shakes his head.

"Wit Pa tuday." He mumbles to her, she lets him relax back and resumes petting his back.

"Thanks for the heads up Vonnie. I'll come by wit some bone soup and a filter from Hud in the mornin'. 

"You're a dove Harles. Oíche mhaith a chroí." 

Hobie gives a fakes gag as Harley blares pink then clovers sketches, Gaelic love poems and the expert of Romeo and Juliet having it off etch over her skin in cursive for a moment before she simmers back to sepia.

"Bon lannwit, Mon kè." She says back and hangs up. Harley stashes her phone back under the mattress before turning off her record player. With a practiced ease she carefully slides Betty Davis back into the paper sleeve, then lays the mirror chunk down on a quilt.

"Ann kouche, pinèz." Harley yawns and clamors out the truck bed with Hobie still clinging to her. They make their way up to the flat and to their room. Hobie is nothing but soft breath so it startles Harley when he speaks.

"You gonna live wit Donovan one day? Like Henry and Huddie?" Hobie asks. Harley kisses his cheek and lays them down in bed. She lights a lavender incense cone, then pops it in the holder.

"Maybe one day."

"Gonna marry 'em?"

"Can't get married. He's too Irish. Laws will bang us."

"You don't care." Hobie giggles and Harley smiles real big at that.

"Who said me and Van ain't gonna bang the laws back bruv? Don't worry bout it Barty Bug." She tells him when she lays down fully and loops an arm around his shoulders, Hobie puts his head over her heart.

"You gonna runaway? You two go off?"

Harley hums.

"Where imma go, bug?" 

"... Cuba or Panama, like uncle."

"Too much sun for Donovan. He'd cook."

"Uhm… Canada. Like Erika's family?"

"Too cold. I'd freeze to death."

Hobie pouts at this point, turning into her elbow so he doesn't have to see the sleeply mirth in his older sister's eyes. Her black nails gently grasps his jaw and turns his face back to her. The both flare into blue and black ink and mapwork.

"What's with the questions. You think imma leave, love?"

Hobie nods in embarrassment but softens as Harley kisses his forehead.

"Not without you buggy. Same things goes for Hudson, Hendricks, and Henry. Same thing for Ma and Pa. No way I'm leavin' you even if the Queen, her corgis and the PM demanded it. Even if Von proposed right here. Which is stupid I'm 14, he's 15 and we've had lead poisoning on and off since we was little. So don't worry about Cuba or Canada, hell even Wales. I'm your big sister, we are Browns and some right punks. Labels are nothing but when you put in the care and obligations that comes with the title. Well, you're pretty fulfilled by em. And that means we stick together always. And care for each other always. So don't you worry your head about my crush. Don't worry about seeing my back out the door." 

Hobie just snuggles her closer at that. Harley chuckles and cuddles back. 

If there's one thing Hobie believes in, without a question,  it is his sister.

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Oíche mhaith a chroí = Irish Gaelic - Goodnight, my dear

Bon lannwit, Mon kè = Haitian Creole - Goodnight, my heart

Ann kouche, pinèz = Haitian Creole - Let's go lie down, Bug.

[kkelouise]

second choice [xiao x reader]

slightly angst (wanted it to be really sad to the point it would make it cry but failed miserably so why not add slight) MODERN AU!!!

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC PLS FORGIVE ME FOR SOME MISTAKE I'LL MAKE😢😢

a duo very popular in the campus, of course, it's none other than the ever so grumpy cat and the person that can replace the sun. one would ask, how can two polar opposites be friends with each other? not just friends, but best friends to be exact. the reason behind this mystery wasn't that surprising, they were just neighbors and as usual, (name) doesn't let any opportunity to befriend him slide.

it took a few months for him to finally open up to them, almost everyone that knew their friendship admired (names) dedication. one day, a very weird occasion happened, it was so rare that if you told somebody it they would've thought you were lying. it was none other than xiao and... another person. they were so.. happy and carefree.

(name) can't help but to have mixed signals. sure they were happy that xiao finally found someone else he can be with, but rather than feeling quite supportive, jealousy only rose. unhelpful thoughts only filled their head. "how did she get so close to him in just a span of few days?", "how can he smile so wide with her but I've never seen him like that at all?", and so on. it's been a year since they've realized their feelings for him, it was actually time for them to confess eventually, but the butterflies supposed to be felt was only left with utter despair and emptiness after hearing the news.

that said news is no other than xiao and his... friend was now his first ever girlfriend. "i was supposed to be his first. why is it her. if I actually planned to confess earlier would've I be in that spot?" (name) can't help but to miss school for a few days taking time to process the information, just as they were ready to finally ready to confess their feelings from before, opening their phone to message xiao, a post from a certain short green haired guy popped up in the notification bar. it was rare because he barely posted anything at all, not like he has something to post anyway.

but there stood two people, kissing while the sun sets finally entering the night sky.

there it goes, the chance flying away from their grasps. ah.. if they would confess right now it would really ruin the moment right..? forget trying to talk, it would be better to just lay an distance away from xiao to atleast move on.

alas, without any warnings (name) decided to move to another country for atleast a few years just to forget.

-

xiao didn't even notice their best friend slipping away from his life. he only noticed it after you haven't replied to his chats, weird. dont you usually reply so fast? so he figured you were just busy doing other things. days without replying turned into weeks. where did you go?

after some time, xiao's girlfriend broke up with him saying she doesn't want him anymore and found a better person. heartbroken, he runs into your rented space hoping you'd welcome him with open arms and comfort him. but the only thing that greets him is an emptied place. what happened? did he perhaps get the room number wrong? knowing he didn't, he panics and hastily tries to talk to the landlord where you had gone, you moved. you didn't even try to tell him. why didn't you tell him? who's going to be with him now that you're gone? so many events that he can't handle at all piling on top of another, his head is in an absolute mess.

-

knowing what happened to xiao, you couldn't help but not care at all. after all, he only ever came looking for you when his girlfriend was gone. you were just nothing but a second choice in his eyes that will always welcome him when he needs you.

but now, times have changed and he knows he'll never feel your presence again, inhaling ever so sharply trying to guess what will happen to him in the future. yellow eyes darting to the floor, tears spilling uncontrollably. oh what will he do without you now?

[laundrypause]

An AU where Pierre's still an F1 driver but Yuki isn't. He could be part of Alpine but as a chef where he doesn't know Pierre personally but he sees him sometimes in the factory and when he comes to the cafeteria for lunch sometimes. Yuki doesn't really pay much mind to the Frenchman though. Like yea, he's attractive but eh. However, when one of his close friends gets hurt by the baguette muncher, Pierre now has his fullest attention. He's thinking of revenge plots that may or may not land him in jail but the perfect plan just somehow manages to fall into his hands.

Literally.

Yuki was minding his own business, sipping on his virgin martini when Pierre Gasly slips onto a stool beside him at the bar. The unthinkable happens. Pierre, the Alpine driver, the French driver who drives for Alpine, who hurt his friend, starts flirting with him.

What. The. Fuck.

Sorry Josh, that's another euro in the swear jar.

It could simply be seen as Pierre being friendly but the eyes roaming does not seem friendly. At all. Yuki's first instinct was to you know. Throw his martini at the man and sucker punch him before bolting out of the club. But...a more enjoyable plan floats into his head. If he's interested in him then why not play into it? Pretend to be interested too and bam, make his life a living hell for however short they're together. It could be an hour, a day or even a week but Yuki will relish in however long he manages to make Pierre suffer in his hands if it means getting revenge for his friend. So Yuki flirts back.

He ends up with Pierre's number by the end of the night.

Honestly, Yuki didn't expect for them to last this long. It's been a week and they're still kinda together. Since its summer break, Pierre has more free time than he usually does and Yuki's been taking advantage of that fact. Calling him up at 3 am continuously to complain about being hungry, asking him if he could pretty pretty please take him out to get some food? Adopting a cat, naming her Count Meowzilla and dropping her off at Pierre's house saying it's his now. (What do you mean it's mine now? I can't have a cat, I don't even like cats! And why did you name her something so ugly. Isn't she a girl? Shouldn't it be Countess and not Count? Take her bag to the shelte-wait Yuki don't cry. Okay, okay fine I'll take care of her) Those acting lessons on YouTube actually helped, who would have thought. Oh and his most favourite moment of all. Yuki had managed to make himself a copy of Pierre's key and completely redecorated his entire apartment. Pierre should be grateful. His house looked so monotone, at least now it has some pzazz. How he wished he had taken a photo of Pierre's face when he walked into his apartment after a day at the gym. Yuki was just finishing the final touches too, adding a pink bathroom mat here and changing the boring, blue comforter to a green floral patterned one.

"Welcome home, Pierre!"

The way the easy smirk on his face slowly slid into an expression of complete disbelief. Yuki would remember that forever. The once boring living room became more colourful, with green drapes, pink cushions and a yellow throw over blanket. Not bad, not bad at all.

Summer break ends and it's the Dutch GP. Yuki's there too, being the supportive partner he is. He can't deny that he kind of likes being in the paddock, seeing the cars zooming past him. Sometimes he wishes he was the one behind the wheel but that was a dream he gave up long ago. He's happy now with his job as a chef. He's happy. Yea, he's happy...

The race starts dry but it becomes increasingly obvious that there's going to be a downpour soon with how the once clear sky turned dark and gloomy. You'd think that it's ten at night with how dark it was. It started off light then it started pouring as if the world got turned upside down and the sea was now raining onto them. The rain was so heavy that even Yuki couldn't see the outside from where he was in the garage. To say he's worried would be an understatement. Pierre had come in for inters a few laps prior but Yuki thinks that even with wet tires the conditions would be too dangerous to race in. Of course he's proven right not even ten seconds after.

"Someone's gone into the barriers and it's an Alpine! It's Pierre Gasly!"

Yuki probably looked like a madman running into the medical centre. He practically begged one of the Alpine personnel to take him to the medical centre, to let him see if Pierre was alright. It took a lot of convincing but he managed to play the concerned partner card. At this point, he doesn't know if it's really still an act or not. He saw a glimpse of an Alpine race suit through the cubicle curtain and he wanted nothing more to see if Pierre was alright despite multiple assurances from other Alpine team members that Pierre was fine, his tires just locked up and he hit the barriers but overall he was fine. Even while his brain was screaming at him to go and see Pierre, he hesitated. What if he didn't want to see Yuki? Yea, they grew undeniably closer in the past month but what if? He doesn't manage to spiral any further though because suddenly Pierre was standing right in front of him.

Pierre asks him what he was doing here, looking concerned for some reason. Why he's the one concerned when he was the one who got into an incident is beyond Yuki. A calloused hand grabs his own, Yuki welcomes the warmth.

"You're wet."

Huh, he didn't realise. He thinks back to himself running through the rain just to get to the medical centre, not bothering to grab an umbrella. The realization made him register how cold it really was in the centre. All the adrenaline that had flooded his system slowly dissipated once he was sure Pierre wasn't hurt. He was sore but no long lasting injuries.

"Aw, were you worried about me? Did you run through the rain to check up on me?"

"Shut up, no I wasn't."

"You care about m- Yuki?"

It's so stupid, so fucking stupid. He doesn't know why he's crying over a stupid Frenchman's ass. Doesn't understand why he's worried about Pierre, why he needed to see Pierre or else he'd combust or something. Then, a dawning realization came upon him.

Fuck, he cares. He cares about the man in front of him.

The same hand that was gripping his wrist moves to cup his face, trying to wipe away the steady stream of tears flowing down his face.

"You're not supposed to move too much," Yuki mumbles.

And now Pierre's looking at him with those eyes that he thinks about each night. Intense, blueish eyes that he has to will himself each time not to drown in. Pierre leans into him, his head angled down towards Yuki.

"Stop me if you don't want this"

Yuki doesn't.

[bonefall]

Nature spirit Star flower? Bleeding Clear Sky dry eight times over? I am curious please explain more

Here's the general idea of it, this would all come after the end of BB!DOTC, which closes out with the aftermath of the First Battle and the naming of Windstar, Riverstar, Thunderstar, Shadowstar, and Skystar.

NOTE: You're basically about to read notes. This is not solidified yet. I have "Moments" I want to build towards, but they're loosely strung together. Fragments.

First off, Hollyleaf's Century gave us the intro to the Four Gods of this region.

They go by many names, but each is connected to a season. Sol, Midnight, Rock, and the man of the hour himself, One Eye, God of Summer.

One Eye was last seen possessing Lion's Roar. It's established that you need a certain number of violent, blood-based sacrifices to invoke him.

And, of course, he is drawn to the smell of death, the reek of rot in the summer's sun. The First Battle called him here, investigating the wonderful scent.

Star Flower is his 'daughter'. Natural objects of great value can manifest into beings of their own once destroyed, and Star Flower was an extinct, localized species of forest flower back at the Lake.

Still working out the exact rules of that, but it seems like nature spirits do have to be born somehow (like Broken to Yellow). One Eye found her in his travels and took her under his wing.

So anyway back to the arrival of One Eye in the Clans

(WIP STUFF, basically put a bunch of ???s past this point, this is plotting stuff.)

He is currently still possessing the body of Lion's Roar, an old and ragged thing. He's not fancy like Sol, who likes to travel around through time with its change powers.

One Eye took a shine to Clear Sky and his warmongering, infiltrating his group, and eventually making his nature known by eating Tom

He has a palette for violent people and accumulated evil. He will promise you 'revenge' to get at your enemy and make you into a delicious meal as well.

Skystar is NEVER getting a redemption arc in BB!DOTC, but he's not a moron either. He realizes that Sharptooth is practically trying to season him, and the horrifying death of Tom is what makes him work with the other Clans

to save his own giblets

Thunderstar Did Not Like That, but there's a bigger fish to fry

(Side note: One Eye was probably deified long ago for being the inventor of fire... vague cooking motif, perhaps?)

The Clans worked together to get rid of One Eye. It's important that the person who landed the final blow was a Tribe-born cat-- probably Sun Shadow.

One Eye vows revenge on his killer's homeland as he dies... not realizing that Sun Shadow was not born here, he was born at the tribe.

(May shuffle this moment to later, you'll see why in a moment)

Star Flower at this moment begins her own work, buddying up close to Skystar, getting close to him so she can stab him in the back

And she does! She drags him to the place where One Eye was buried, and bleeds him slowly, exploiting his 9 lives with a horrible magic loophole;

If he dies of blood loss, StarClan heals THAT, not any of the tiny injuries she's put on his body.

So he's letting out 8x the blood of a normal cat.

But before he can die for the last time, she is interrupted, probably by Thunderstar

She offers him this; "Go on! Take the last sacrifice! One Eye will be grateful to you. You'll get what you want, have your revenge, and Skystar will never threaten you or your family ever again."

Seeing Skystar, pitiful, bloody, and helpless, he refuses this. This wouldn't be honorable. To kill to win his feud is not justice; it's revenge.

(Here's when I was thinking of shuffling that earlier Sun Shadow moment to, have the resurrection be incomplete and have a final fight of partially-summoned One Eye. Angrily lays that curse for having his plan thwarted. Boss fight against half-fossilized cave lion.)

After this, I'm not sure what to do with Star Flower. She just killed Skystar 8 times, so, SkyClan isn't going to take her back.

I could have her be wandering, a loner or rogue who is just part of the background now. Maybe I don't need to wrap it all up here just yet.

So, there you have it! This is pretty rough but it's where I'm at with her.

Since this is post-main arc DOTC, it may make for a very good redux of Thunderstar's Echo. Maybe Thunderstar's Justice? Something like that. Make the central conceit be Thunderstar vs Skystar, wrapping up their arc from the main series.

[lemonrin-i]

Hello! So I saw the post about sending in my twst oc? I think it was twst… idfk anymore im stressed and its my exam season alry 😭😭 my oc currently has some wip lore with it or smth so i will first explain kts lore and then appearance after

anyways my twst oc is basically from genshin (if thats okay w/ you) who is basically a starmaker (ref to scara’s line abt the sky being fake) like their family was cursed by celestia to make stars the top of a mountain forever (they are allowed to go down though as long as they dont neglect their job for too long)(also when i say making stars like paper stars then they use some cryo magic to enchant it then they hang it with some typa string), and they have this old mirror from nowhere in the house where my oc keeps seeing glimpses of malleus in passing. My oc’s parents passed away when they were 14 due to sickness.

anyways, for appearance, my oc is a guy with a sort of feminine build (like epel) but is relatively average height for a 16 year old. He has black hair with white streaks, shoulder length. Clear, pale skin with yellow eyes and glasses. I can’t remember if he has freckles or not but oh well, u decide whether or not he should. Also he has a cat charm in his hair and red earrings. His family is from inazuma but their house in a moutain is situated in liyue. Also a beauty mark near their chin. (And his name is hoshiko but ppl call him hoshi or mochi)

Heres some phptos for reference on face and clothes!!! Im sorry if this is too long i got carried away 🙏🙏🙏

but if ever you decide to do mine please tag me: @hoshimochicchi tysm again bye 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Hii thank you for trusting me with your child :3 I like the concept about the stars and I personally think Yuzu would find it very fascinating

[wuzhere75]

More goofy idiots; high school musical edition. Also yeah I probably just could have gotten away with Kinkajou (also yes both her and Qibil’s names are misspelled AF in the image I’m not fixing it right now) plus the actual protags but I need to practice for Arc 3 which aparently has like several dozen pseudo-protagonists, which I’m probably going to do in a slightly different style because I like the idea of trying sketchy line art with the procreate brush pen.

Okay now time for the actual headcanons

-I originally was going to give Moon a way different design (her horns where going to be long and curved like ibex horns/crescent moons but I couldn’t get that to work in the sketch; she was going to have a split color design, like one side of her body was going to be light and the other dark like a half moon), but then my brain went “albino=white/pink with red eyes, that’s moon-y because the moon looks white from earth sometimes and blood moons are a thing so red”. I do like the sketch I came up with. I still think I could have gone harder with the wrinkly skin and underbite, since I imagine it those are details frequently found on Nightwings from the volcano.

-I think Moon being a twist villain, or at least an untrustworthy character, would be kind of interesting. Like if she had been the final POV character instead and she’d been kind of this ambiguous, somewhat suspicious guide to the Darkstalker stuff.

-The entire modern Icewing royal family is considered somewhat strange looking by that tribes standards; unusually short horns, typically no fur, and oddly dark and saturated colors. I’m not from a place that gets snowy, white winters that often. More “everything dies back and it gets muddy, foggy, and frosty”, thus Winter’s color palette.

-I have a headcanon that firescales/fireless twin sets are technically identical (Sky being NB), it’s just due to the presences of no/too much fire, their features develop differently. Peril has far richer and saturated colors than Sky, but their actual patterns are identical. Due to her fire, Peril’s feathers never properly grew in (she’s like the sphinx cat equivalent of a Skywing), while Sky by comparison is very floofy. However if you peeled Sky (shaved off their feathers), they would have the exact same body shapes and features as their sister. Also the aforementioned color patterns are based of the American Kestrel.

-I have a couple of old Turtle designs kicking around my Procreate; I originally was going to use one of them (which I might post at some point to embarrass myself), to inspire this one. However, I ended up creating something entirely new. My original design had him as a lot more solid, gross yellow-y shade of green, with no tan underbelly or needle. However I discovered that the underbelly and needle would give him some nice resemblance to his sister Tsunami. Also I was using mata-mata turtles as one of my primary design references and damn those bois got schnoze.

-Turtle also would have been an interesting twist villain. Like if we got faked out like “he’s too suspicious to be the bad guy” and then he just is.

-Funny thing about Qibil; I always mis-remembered Qibils earring as having a black diamond earring rather than an “orange sunstone” one. Perhaps I was confusing his drip with Blister’s. He gets both as a treat. Also the reason why he has the classic fan depiction head sail strandy-thingy because of the scar his mom gave him. The sail behind the scar grew back all delicate and long; he’s let it grow out to see how long it can get.

-The little unneeded spite for the series/fandom I have for some reason built up on Qibil for some reason. Maybe because seemingly the rest of the fandom worships the little guy. I’d probably like him if I actually read the books, but I have developed a stupid re-write of him where he is sort of like the annoying little brother of the Jade Winglet and Jade Moutain as a general who thinks he is hotter shit than he is that nobody dares talk down to for fear of bringing mama Thorn or big sister Sunny down on their asses. He’s tried to flirt with everybody in his winglet and they’ve all pushed him away with some degree of gentleness.

-IDK who was the first fan artist to do magenta-yellow-cyan Kinkajou but it sure as hell works. I have a headcanon that younger Rainwing dragonets tend to have brighter, saturated comfort colors (image the “crayola water marker base pack” color palette). However as Rainwings mature, they tend to “mild” out their comfort colors with more varied hues. Thus, she used to have the neon pink-yellow color palette when she was younger. Also she kind of ended up looking kind of like a lychee or rambutan and I love it.

-I didn’t have too many thoughts on Umber. I mostly just focused on making him look different enough from Clay while still making him look like a possible sibling.

-I thought I was going to put more effort into Carnelians design, but I ended up just yeeting something together based off the real world carnelian stone.

-I know Anenome is described as being pink and blue/white in the books, but where I live we have neat little pink tipped green anemones so that’s her color palette. Also I imagine she wears a lot more jewelry when she’s at home but she just took a few things with her to school.

[noamuth]

Jewelry

Dalamus wears a decent amount of jewelry, much of which he made himself! As a jeweler, this was an easy way to promote his skills and business. As a consort, it was to show him off to others.

Dalamus made every ring, earring, and bracelet, both polishing and shaping the cabochons and shaping the silver. The only things he did not make or pierce himself are the tongue piercing, the hair accessory, and the... "banana" piercings. All of these were present at the time of his exile and all except the hair accessory are still present.

Walkthrough of the stones and enlarged images under the cut!

Not depicted in any amount of detail is his nose ring in his right nostril. Nothing fancy.

He has a tongue piercing which, if one somehow gets close enough to see, is shaped like a spider rounded into a ball.

Each ear has five piercings, although currently asymmetrical. The lowest piercing is a gauge, which connects to two earrings via rings looped through the gauge. One which dangles low is a silver spider with a small ruby cabochon, and the other is connected to a piercing in the shape of a fly.

The next three along the edge of the ear are Moss Agates, red, then orange, then yellow. But the yellow agate earring in his left ear was ripped out by Taliira when Dalamus refused to interrupt his work to accommodate one of her requests.

Moss agate is a form of chalcedony which includes minerals embedded in the stone which form filaments and may resemble moss. Usually white with green filaments, other colors can rarely be found. It is not considered a true agate because it does not contain concentric bands.

After getting the earring ripped out, Dalamus made a Labradorite bar earring for the top edge that same ear.

Labradorite is a calcium-enriched feldspar mineral which displays iridescence.

His hair accessory is silver chains linked into the shape of a spiderweb, with a spider in the center and garnet reverse-teardrop shapes dangling at the bottom. It was held in place with either hair clips or small combs built into the piece. This accessory was given to him by Nedvyllanna and he had been wearing it at the time of his exile. Unfortunately, when he was tossed from the Nautiloid, it was pulled off him by the wind and likely tossed into River Chionthar.

On his left wrist is a bracelet which loops against itself to form a sturdy band. Each end of the bracelet is shaped to resemble a Displacer Beast's barbed tentacle, and has a pointed oval Chrysoberyl cabochon. The green color of the stones and the highlight that goes down the middle earns it the name of "Displacer's Eye".

The "cat's eye" effect, or chatoyancy, is present in multiple materials, such as many gemstones, woods, and others, appearing in each for different reasons. In Chrysoberyl, it is formed by the mineral Rutile aligning perpendicularly to the stone. While "cat's eye" can be seen in other gemstones, "Displacer's Eye" is only so-called when the effect is present in green gemstones.

On his left ring finger is a rectangular silver Shalhoond Sunrise cabochon ring, named so because the material often turns up in the Mountains of Copper, near the Shalhoond forest. The green at the bottom elicits images of a green landscape, such as the forest, the dark boundary in the middle reminds one of mountains on the horizon, while the red at the top resembles the sky at sunrise or sunset.

This stone is made up of red Cuprite and green Chrysocolla, often with a boundary of iron oxide between the two minerals.

On his left index finger is a silver ring in the shape of a Night Bat, the symbol of House Strighym, with its wings and tail wrapped around the finger.

On his right middle finger is a rectangular silver Eudialyte cabochon ring, the pink against black almost resembling roses at a glance.

Eudialyte is a minor ore of zirconium. The white mineral is alkali feldspar, and the black is aegirine. It is not typically used as a gemstone due to its irregular crystals, granular appearance, and general rarity.

On his right ring finger is a silver oval Variscite cabochon ring, specifically a Spider Web Variscite, named for the obvious. Almost golden-looking filaments create a web-like pattern on a deep dark green background.

Variscite is a relatively rare aluminum phosphate mineral. Its green comes from chromium. Sometimes it is used in jewelry in place of turquoise due to its usually more vibrant green color.

And, his pride and joy, on his right thumb, is a silver circular "Beholder's Eye" agate cabochon ring. Eye Agate is what happens when the agate forms a circle in the center of the stone, making the bands appear to form an eye around it. A Beholder's Eye is so-called when the "pupil" is in other shapes, such as this almost figure-8 looking center. Surrounding it to represent the other, smaller eyes around a Beholder are polished beads of green Jade, yellow Jasper, purple Agate, and blue Chrysocolla.

Agate is the banded variety of chalcedony, forming when silica rich fluids deposit minerals into cracks or cavities of a host rock. Over time, they crystallize, creating the bands seen in agates.

Last but not least, the banana piercing. Nothing fancy, pretty self explanatory. Mild explanation below the picture. (If you are not interested, you are not missing anything after this!)

It is a frenum ladder piercing with 3 bars, although his do not start quite so close to the tip as the usual singular frenum piercing is. Supposedly it increases pleasure during sex, or at least that is the hope.

[yonemurishiroku]

"I get it," Dora suddenly said confidently and looked up [bright blue sparkling with sea green, the perfect combination of Jason's steel and Percy's ferocity] into the impenetrable darkness, as if she could see something there.

The cacodemons ruthlessly rubbed her flesh instantly disappeared and Nicolo Di Angelo himself appeared before Grayson.

The man looked as perfect as always — a starched snow-white shirt, an impeccable expensive black suit, sparkling shoes, coal silky strands tied with a ribbon at the back of his head represented casual perfection Just a glance…

Just his eyes not as smart, cold and condescending as usual, but furious, literally burning with impotent rage and bitterly sad.

large drops of tears were already flowing down his porcelain cheeks.

"You're not bothering me because I have to learn to let people go," Dora Mireya exhaled heavily and moaned softly, a cracked rib made itself felt, "because you're jealous, and you're also hurt because of the loss of Jason Grace.

For clarification, this ask is a reference to this post, in which I made Nico an antagonist to Dora's, the daughter of Jason and Percy, journey to bring his father (Jason) back to life.

Since anon has been so kind to offer a drabble, I suppose it should be fair for me to return it. So.

1.

From the first moment Dora could understand the concept of family, she knew that she had two fathers.

One of them was Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, hero of Olympus, two times world savior, Titan Slayer, one of the Seven, and the best father in the whole world Dora had come to know, whom she loved the most and loved her in return.

The other father - his name was Jason Grace. Percy told her he was the most effulgent, gentle, loving, heroic, magnificent person who had ever existed. He was a Hero, his Hero. Everyone said that. Apparently, he was just as awesome as her daddy Percy. And honestly, Dora would always believe Percy, but for some reason, he never told her anything past the praises that he sang to her every night by her bedside.

Nor had Dora ever met Jason Grace.

Everything she had come to know of her supposed father was from Nico di Angelo, who she called an Uncle and acted like an enabler when Dora could tell that her daddy would spill no more.

Nico told her a lot that Percy didn't and wouldn't. He was as transparent as the ghosts he beckoned and was kind enough to indulge Dora every time she pestered like how he indulged the dead ones' last wishes. She showed up at his doorstep, sad as a wet cat, and his black glassy eyes would melt like honey as he sat her down with a blanket and a warm cup of chocolate because his house was always freezing.

She wondered if Nico could see something in her that made him so willing to relinquish.

The stories he told were glamorous, yellow-tinted by the way Nico's voice dipped slightly, flowing like deep undercurrents that held just as many emotions as an ocean. It was through his voice that Dora learned of Jason Grace's greatness and silliness, that she could somehow picture the relaxing slope of a pair of scarred lips whenever Percy mentioned his gentleness; or the twinkle of morning stars in an azure sky when Uncle Leo absentmindedly mumbled "He would have loved this."

Dora watched the shadow nestling under Nico's intertwined fingers as he spoke - telling another story about this rare Capture the Flag game that both her parents had joined - in that same slightly hoarse, low voice. The son of Hades reclined on the only other single chair, looking down at the coffee cup as if he could see the playback on its surface. Dora soaked up his words like a sponge, each and every one of them a piece of a memory she had never lived through, but was eager to review just the same.

"I don't know what could have possessed Jason for him to decide that summoning lightning was a good idea when Percy had had them both drenched," he quipped monotonously, and Dora giggled, "but he did. And the disaster that followed almost had Will tear his hair out."

The scenario sounded ridiculous. Dora wished she was there.

Percy made sure her life was filled to the brim with joy and happiness, but Dora could tell there was a hole in his heart - their blood was the same, after all. It itched at the tip of her tongue whenever her daddy zoned out in the middle of a family dinner, his gaze drifting far away like a lost boat. Something all that joy and happiness failed to alleviate.

Dora knew it was wishful thinking, though, so she shut her mouth and told herself to be content with Nico's reminiscence. Wetness welled up in her eyes, Dora willed it back down, and laughed when Nico mentioned how stupid Percy's hair was after that stunt.

Before Dora knew it, the world around her blurred away and her eyelids weighed more than she could lift. Her chocolate mug sat cold on the table. Something soft draped over her body - a blanket, Dora recognized - and Nico's abyss eyes looked down at her with more warmth than she thought the night was capable of embracing.

That time, Dora dreamed of a creek, Capture the Flag, and startling thunder in the otherwise blue, clear sky.

2.

When Percy first found out about their story-telling sessions, he stared at Dora for three seconds, and whispered a hollow "Oh."

And that was it.

He never said anything about it. It almost felt like he even didn't acknowledge it. The most Dora got after returning from Nico's house was a soft "Did you have a good time with Uncle?", and then her daddy would, without fail, immediately, conveniently venture to their supper or the upcoming movies for the marathon.

At their next meet-up, Dora clutched on her daddy's jeans when Nico walked through the door with Aunt Hazel. She didn't know what she was all nervous about, yet her heart beat so loud she couldn't hear the sounds of other Aunts and Uncles chattering, watching Nico walk up to them along with his sister.

Aunt Hazel hugged her and kissed her cheeks cheerfully. Dora could barely focus on her smooching. Her attention zeroed in on the way her daddy bit his lips before greeting Nico with a muted "Welcome," to which the black-eyed man simply nodded.

She did notice them not talking again throughout the meal.

She did notice the pained look her daddy shot them the moment Dora flopped down between Nico and Will on the sofa. But again, he never said anything.

3.

That time, Dora was on the verge of crying when Nico appeared from the shadow, smiling so gently. He extended his hand, and Dora let go of the statue's hair to throw herself into his arms, crying out in a flurry of fear and relief.

The winds picked up around them, cold up on the shoulder of the Athena Parthenos. Dora buried her face into Nico's chest, clutching his jacket as if her life depended on it - which, in Dora's little mind, was not so far from the truth.

Nico's hands landed on her hair, patting softly. Shadow tendrils poured out from the folds of his long jacket, wrapping her in their ethereal embrace.

"Don't be afraid, little one." He reassured her, and Dora felt his power tug at the strings of her soul, slowing down her heartbeats.

The hysterics passed quickly after that - Nico had that effect on people, but there was one thing that stayed in Dora's heart, like the hope that remained inside Pandora's box, albeit not so pretty.

As they sat, tucked in the shade next to the golden Athena's head, Dora glanced down the Half-blood Hills below, where her father and Chiron stood together, seemingly arguing. Percy was still looking up here, no doubt worrying his heart out.

An invisible hand closed around Dora's heart. "Was my father better at this?" She asked.

Nico hummed. "As far as I know, he fought a gigantic Gaea in the air whilst trapping her in a tornado with Piper tucked in his arms."

It sounded like an astounding sight. It must be - her father, shining gold as he raised his sword against the Primordial of the Earth, the whole sky under the tips of his fingers, whereas Dora struggled with just flying and ended up stuck on a forty-feet-tall statue of her godly Aunt. Even now, she was scared of looking down and seeing the height, or losing her steps and somehow slipping off Nico's shadowy hold.

"I'm not like him," Dora mumbled quietly, wiping the sticky tears on her sleeves. She wasn't him. She wasn't the Jason Grace about whom her daddy sometimes marveled. And she wasn't the hero he loved, no matter what the blood in her veins had to say.

Nico's hand settled on her shoulder, his touch cold and feather-light. He waited until Dora finished smearing her face with her sleeves and turned to him.

He didn't smile, but Dora could hear the reassurance in his softened tone, "You know, I heard that Jason was afraid of flying, too."

Dora stared at him. "No way." She shook her head vehemently, shaking off the thought, arguing. "He's the hero son of Jupiter. He's the living real Superman. He can't be afraid of flying! And you just said he fought Gaea when flying!"

Usually, Dora would believe what Nico told her, just because she had no other sources to confirm. Just this thing, she found it hard to believe.

Nico was unfazed. "What if I told you he was afraid of flying because he was afraid of falling?"

"Falling?" Dora titled her head, "But he could fly."

"The higher you fly, the more it will hurt when you fall" was Nico's reply.

Dora frowned hard. She could vaguely see the logic, but there was still something not right about it. She couldn't tell what it was, though. Nico was sometimes cryptic like that, even though she was sure Uncle Austin was the one talking in riddles.

The said riddler, upon noticing her frustration, merely smiled - a reserved, fleeting smile that held more melancholy than cheer, "You are your father's daughter, little cloud."

Dora was sure she understood that. Nico didn't let her ask.

"Let's think about it at home," he tapped her shoulder, "Now, your daddy would have my head if I'm not bringing you to him right this instance."

The shadows engulfed Dora before she could so much as blink.

4.

Since the start, Nico di Angelo had always been the closest link to Jason Grace that Dora had.

It was natural that he was the first one whose gaze she sought out from across the table after declaring her determination to "bring my father back."

However, not in a million years, could Dora have predicted Nico's reactions.

Dora knew her uncle was scary. Yet, it seemed like she had been blinded by the indulgence he had offered her up until that moment, to the point that her heart stuttered at the sight of his eyes darkening threateningly and shadows coiled under his hair menacingly.

"I do not allow." His voice came out akin to the resounding of hundreds of souls, the tenderness all gone.

Blood ran cold in Dora's veins. The light flickered. The sound of a chair scraped against the floor, a large hand pulled at her arm and Percy appeared in front of her, his back a shield to her frightened mind. Around the table, the adults raised their voices.

"Boys," It was Aunt Annabeth. "What do you think you are doing? Sit down."

Her father didn't budge. Dora had never been more grateful to have him in front of her, shielding her from Nico's penetrating gaze.

"Nico," she heard her father speak up, a cautious edge to his tone, "You are scaring Dora."

Dora hated admitting to being scared, but she was scared. Right at that moment, Nico appeared to her like Death personified, all translucent skin and bottomless eyes, larger than life and darker than even Nyx's House in Percy's stories.

"I apologize," he said, somehow managing to sound just a bit apologetic, his gaze never left Dora, "Regardless, let me make it clear that: resurrection is strictly forbidden; there would be no exception, be it Percy or Percy's daughter."

A breath hitched in her throat. Dora watched her father's fists clench painfully by his sides.

Nico's eyes gleamed dangerously, the shadows seethed along him, and gods isn't it Death looking down at her. "And should anyone attempt to alter the fact that Jason Grace is dead, I would personally make sure of their failure."

In him, Dora thought she saw all the monstrosities she would have to face once she set foot into the Underworld with a smidge of intention to reach her lost father.

She wanted to cry.

Dora clutched her father's sleeve, "B-But..." But you were right there. But you knew how much I wanted to see him.

She couldn't utter a word. Her throat closed off. Her body trembled with the weight of Nico's words. Dora's instincts were screaming at her to defend herself while the other half just wanted to close her eyes and bury her face into Percy's chest, hiding from the world.

This wasn't what she had expected - not Nico's disapproval, not his threat.

"Okayyyy--" Will spoke up from where he sat next to Nico, raising his hands in a time-out gesture. He was smiling, but even it seemed forced, "Chill, guys. Let's just settle down, alright?"

"Nico, knock it off," Aunt Hazel, the brave one she was, admonished firmly, "You're scaring poor Dora. There's no need for that."

Usually, when it came to Nico, Will and Hazel worked quite well as tension breakers. Not this time, though, as the son of Hades did not let down his terrifying scrutiny. Percy's shoulders stiffened up and Dora could feel the muscles and blood revved up under his skin, ready to fight.

The thought sent chills down her spine. Were they going to fight? Could her father take Nico? What if something were to happen to him?

Nico dropped his fork and stood up. Dora nearly screamed.

"I'm sorry for the disruption." He said flatly, "I'm full now. So if we're all clear in this matter, I'll take my leave.”

He turned away, glancing at Dora for the last time. A warning.

Nico disappeared into the curtains' shades, the shadows leaving with him just as Percy pushed her further behind him.

But Dora doubted they would leave her.