#I got some things kinda right: gold and feathers

[longlivethewildernessyet]

gather, feathered host

art from back in February inspired by the initial teasers on the 18th

[mrhyde-mrseek]

Updated altar tour!!!

Hades & Persephone

They share an altar! Not much has changed since i last posted a picture of it except that i added a bracelet, but to recap, they’ve got:

A raven and skull Halloween decoration

A bracelet i made with Hades in mind and hung around the raven’s neck

Red Crowley-ish sunglasses

A candle holder from the thrift store

A stone snake figurine thing

A geode(?)/sparkly rock

A bat plushie (named Marcel the Mycelium Bat by my friend)

A bracelet i made for Persephone and put on the bat

Persephone’s offering bowl, a flowerpot with a crow(?) feather and a (now dead) flower

Vials of fake herbs (another Halloween decoration)

A poison apple spellbook Halloween decoration

A Hadestown magnet

A little red candle

Hades’ offering bowl, a thrifted metal bowl apparently made in 1978 (that’s the date carved on it at least) with crystals, coins, rocks, a key, a silver Beetlejuice bracelet, a button shaped like a cat eye, and a letter in it

Dionysus

Not much has changed since i last showed y’all Dionysus’s altar, but they’ve got:

A satyr statue i made in an art class

A painting with colors i associate with them

A nonbinary flag-colored heart charm

Two pinecones

A big bead with eerily similar colors to the lesbian flag

A bracelet

A gold paper heart a member of my high school a cappella group made me

Two amethyst crystals

My pronoun pin

A purple candle

Athena

Athena’s hasn’t changed much either, but it’s got:

My kindle

My vintage-looking desk light

Its offering bowl, a flower pot shaped like a statue head, with a crow feather, a little turkey feather, a massive turkey tail feather, and a Good Omens pen

A fall-scented candle

A Kamala Harris magnet from The Female Power Project

Two little plastic trophies

A few blue stones

A puzzle

An offering of iced tea & lemonade that Athena didn’t really like but didn’t want me to take it off its altar and still doesn’t (i tried it and it’s really sweet but like in a bad way so i can see why it doesn’t like it lol)

Hermes

Hermes’s altar has some new additions! I mainly got then because i wanna bring something from each altar with me to college that i won’t lose, and since candles aren’t allowed i got him something else, so now he has:

His candle (which I’m still obsessed with)

A wax doll my dad got me from a Voodoo practitioner’s shop on a business trip to New Orleans

A feather

A Newsies keychain

A marble

A tiny rubber duck figurine

Dice

What i think is Dalmatian Jasper but I could be wrong??

A couple more shiny rocks

A bracelet

A couple coins

A brand new statue (which is what I’m bringing to college)!!! It came with what I’m guessing is a little baby Hermes but I don’t really know, and a caduceus that I just realized he can hold

Artemis

Artemis’s hasn’t changed much either, except for a few added trinkets, so right now she has:

A candle

An animal skull-shaped fish tank decoration i got from my friend’s yard sale (coincidentally the same friend who named Marcel the Mycelium Bat)

A silver ring from prom

A few rocks

A little crystal, i think it’s amethyst??

A Totoro figurine

A crescent moon selenite offering bowl

An acorn

A mug inspired by her I made junior year of high school with a crow feather in it

A gold crescent moon charm

Apollo

I haven’t shown Apollo’s altar yet because he’s relatively new to the group of deities i work with/worship! He’s got:

A tall ass candle

A wolf plushie

A rainbow… thing, it’s too big to be a bracelet but too small to be a necklace so it’s his now

A gold plastic coin thing

A fake lavender-looking flower

A glass bauble charm filled with yellow glitter

My tarot cards

An award i got senior year from the music program (I scribbled out my name on the photo)

An HRC water bottle that’s kinda hidden behind the award

A couple rocks

A yellow plastic gummy bear

A squishy yellow unicorn fidget toy

A plastic toy milkshake (he thought it was funny)

Aphrodite

Aphrodite has a couple additions to her altar, too! We’ve got:

A drawing I made for her

A pretty little teal rock

Two shells

A tiny pink candle

A piece of a plastic crown from my high school’s production of Mean Girls last year, I have no idea how i ended up with it but here we are

A thing of blush (rarely used, i thought she might appreciate it more)

Coconut and pear-scented chapstick

A shell kinda shaped like a bowl with a pearly charm, two pink paper stars, and a tiny rose charm in it

Her offering bowl, a teacup, saucer, and spoon shaped like a flower, leaf, and ladybug respectively that was a graduation present from a friend!! While they’re not quite Aphrodite’s style, she still likes them on her altar because they were a symbol of platonic love!!

A bracelet in her offering bowl

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Looks like you guys are getting another fic. So here it is, misfits! Have some adorable Chaggie/RainbowAngel fluff! (I wrote this at like 3 to 4 a.m., so yeah, that's why it's shorter than my other fics)

When magic goes awry:

“Uh what the fuck am I looking at?”

Those words were on everyone's minds as something small, red, fluffy and with a shit eating grin was seen. In front of the little creature was a familiar mic as it snatched it up. “Ah mierda!” (Oh fuck!) Vaggie yelped as the critter skittered past her and snatched her spear with a cheeky grin.

“Quick catch it!” Charlie barked, sending the boys on a goose chase with the weird creature. “I seriously didn't mean to turn Al into that thing, honest!”

Angel looked back at her as the creature ran past him. “Quick Niff catch it!”

“Oh sir you look so cute, c'mere so I can hug you!” Niffty chased the critter alongside the boys.

Vaggie was grimacing, holding her hand which the creature had bit. “Fucking cannibal teeth…” She hissed as golden blood leaked from the bite.

“Oh shit!” Charlie gasped seeing the wound and quickly ran over from the other side of the room. “Fuck I'm really sorry Vaggie!” She started fretting since it was kinda her fault Alastor got turned into that thing. The grey skinned woman looked up at her girlfriend who was panicking. “It's not your fault hon, blame your dad since he's the one who caused this mess…” Vaggie narrowed her eye at Lucifer who was laughing at the chaos.

“I think it's an improvement? Besides, what's the harm in a little prank??” The short king replied with a big grin much to Charlie’s dismay. “First time I asked you to teach me some more magic and you pull this?!” The princess glared at her dad.

“C’mon char-char, it's harmless..” Lucifer laughed nervously however gulped seeing his child flash her demonic eyes at him. “Go. Fix. This. Now.”

“On it apple pie!” Lucifer yelped, bolting off to join the others while they chased down Alastor.

Vaggie blinked looking up at Charlie who looked annoyed. “Hey it's not that bad hon..” She started but soon blushed when Charlie brought that wounded hand to her lips and kissed the knuckle. “I know.. It's just I hate seeing you get hurt..”

Vaggie’s gaze softened, with everything that's happened such as the hotel being rebuilt after the fight with Adam’s army, she felt the same way about Charlie getting hurt too. “Babe..” Her hand raised and slightly tucked some hair behind Charlie’s cute little pointed ear. “Look on the bright side, he didn't bite the bad hand..?”

Charlie pouted at that attempt, but then gently took the injured hand with both her own and started to channel some magic into them. The bite wound disappeared with ease as Vaggie blinked. Right Charlie was half seraphim since Lucifer was a fallen angel. “Babe… The battle with heaven, with what we lost… I have nightmares about it..” The princess admitted with her ruby eyes looking down at the new carpet.

“I know hon, me too.. But can I show you something?” Vaggie smiled softly and sat down on the armrest of the sofa. “What is it?” Charlie couldn't help but be curious as she sat beside her girlfriend.

As everyone else chased Alastor around the newly built hotel, Vaggie extended a wing over Charlie, though what came next made the princess do a double take after she started to idly stroke the feathers. “It only happens when I'm really comfortable, and since I don't have to hide anymore…” Vaggie’s cheeks turned into a beautiful shade of gold as Charlie felt her girlfriend purr, it sounded like a soft falcon coo.

Those ruby eyes went wide as Charlie's jaw dropped. “Since when can you do that?!” She jolted up staring. “It's seriously the cutest fucking thing ever!”

“Well all exorcists can do this, but only with those they're really comfortable with as it is a sign of affection. Don't get me wrong, hon, I was incredibly comfortable with you but I just felt so guilty about hiding my secret I just couldn't really relax enough to do this..” Vaggie admitted with a sheepish scratch to her neck.

Charlie blinked but smiled softly bringing Vaggie in for a cuddle. “Well here's something you didn't know I could do… It's embarrassing but..” She blushed and did a very cute wolf-like growl followed up by a soft goat meh.

Now it was Vaggie's turn to do a double take. But before she could say anything a loud crash was heard. “Fuck he knocked over all the pans in the new kitchen!” Angel Dust yelled as Alastor ran out of said kitchen towards the cuddling girls.

Charlie blinked seeing a devilish grin on Vaggie's face. “Tiempo de venganza pequeña mierda..” (Payback time you little shit) She moved in front of her princess and tossed something at Alastor.

The critter stopped and dropped the items in his jaws before he started to play with the item. It was a little yellow ducky plushie with catnip inside. “Why do you have that..?” Charlie asked bewildered.

“Was going to toss it at Husk if he ever pissed me off enough. But he's a decent guy so it's fine to use it now.” The angel grinned smugly as the others looked slack jawed.

“Is that why I kept smelling something nice on you?!” Husk blinked as Angel laughed.

Lucifer just stared “Why did it have to be a duck…” He groaned as the critter tore it apart to get at the catnip inside.

After a while, the spell was reversed as Alastor rose up looking pissed. He soon started to chase Lucifer around the hotel with his shadow in hot pursuit as well. That was the last time anyone decided to pull a prank on Alastor.

(Couldn't resist the cursed cat Alastor bit too. Also thanks for the idea of Vaggie possibly being able to purr? I thought it was the cutest idea!)

[queenofpurgatoryx]

For Aslaz headcanons: after they start kinda dating Asi starts borrowing jewelry and pieces of clothing from Alaz which makes him unreasonably happy because it's as if he's always touching her and also demonstrates to everyone around that she's his (not in the ownership sense but in a "Asi excepted Alaz" sense)

i think i will use my other account @queenofpurgatoryq for aslaz writing so hmu there and give me head canons or requests

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He was feeling cold all of a sudden, empty.

Alaz Soysalan was no stranger to waking up next to someone else inside his bed, yet, it was a strange feeling to wake up with someone who he still longed to touch after a night spent together.

He moved his hand a little, the other side of the bed was still warm but he was alone. His bare chest was feeling chilly because he had gone to sleep with an arm drapped over his chest, her curly hair shielding him away from the cold. With her absence, his left side ached with the loss of warmth.

Once he heard gentle foot steps on the wooden floor he opened his eyes, squinting at the brightness of the morning sun.

He watched as Asi moved in his room like a feather. She was tip-toeing around not to wake him up as she eyed his room. Alaz couldn't help but smile a little. Her feet were bare, she was only wearing an over sized white shirt of his that barely covered her tighs. She looked like an organic part of his room and his heart swelled with a strange feeling of possesiveness.

He moved a little to sit up, enjoying the quiet as Asi watched herself in the mirror, checking a spot right under her ear lobe where her neck met her shoulder. He had done that last night, even in the heat of the moment where all he could think was to devaour Asi, Alaz was aware that he was going to leave a bruise with his kiss.

Alaz was not a horny teenager anymore and he knew how to not leave a mark but he was not the most logical person when Asi was on his lap, half naked and out of breath. A part of him wanted to leave a mark to show himself that they were real, what ever they had was real and if he did not fuck it up like he usually does, he could have it for a while.

Asi did not look upset about it, she gently touched her finger tips against the mark, Alaz could swear he saw her lips curling upwards ever so slightly.

His chest ached again and this time the fire he was feeling was something less innocent and more primal.

All of a sudden Asi caught his gaze through the mirror, her eyes widened as she turned around to face him. She was leaning against the dresser, she was obviously blushing which made Alaz grin.

"Why are you watching me like a creep?"

"Good morning to you too, my love. You are full of romance and sweet-nothings as usual." Alaz sat up and his gold chain dangled on his bare chest.

A few months ago a sarcastic comment like this would've earned him a frown if he was lucky (it could even lead up to a fist fght under certain circumtances) now it made her chuckle and roll her eyes.

"Were you expecting breakfast in your bed?" She hummed. "Mr. Soysalan, thank you for gracing me with your presence" she held the end of the shirt as if it was a dress and bowed down a little. "You better get used to things the way they are now."

Alaz shook his head a little as he got up from the bed, grabbing some sweatpants that were thrown on to the floor. "Oh, I intend to get used to it." As he got dressed from the waist down, he could feel her gaze on his movements. She was still smiling but when he looked up he could see that she was staring at his chest. This woman was going to kill him with the way she was making him feel.

"I also think I want to get used to seeing you in my shirt, it is a great look."

Asi awarted her gaze and blushed. She crossed her legs a little to cover herself but the view was still breath taking and Alaz could feel a matching blush creeping down from his neck to chest. "Take my shirts, jewlry whatever you want. As long as people know you are mine." He said slowly as Asi raised a brow. He knew this would not sit well with her but he wanted to push just a little. She was looking so cozy, she was looking like she belomg to his room, his space. It was intoxicating feeling. "You even smell like me, you're driving me crazy Asi."

She didn't object when he crossed the distance between them and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.He moved her head to the side with a gentle hold on her chin, taking in her sent mixing with his cologne, his shampoo, and almost lost control as he gently kissed the hickey he gave a night ago. "Or I could give you more hickeys, since you were admiring it so much."

Asi finally snapped as he knew she would, pushing him away from herself, not so gently. "You are such an idiot," she muttered. She crossed her arms over her chest but Alaz could see she was red up to the tip of her ears and was breathing a little heavier for someone who was standing still. "Are you also going to pee on me to mark your territory? You are a barbarian, all that luxury and high end life and you're still an ape."

Alaz couldn't hold his giggle, he loved when Asi was mad, which only made her huff. She tried to move away from him but he gently caugh her by the wrist. "Calm down Asi Kız, its not an alpha male thing, I promise."

"What is it then, Alaz? Enlighten me," she challened him but did not pull away from his touch.

"I know you are mine just as I'm yours. I don't need to prove anything," he said honestly. Although he would've enjoyed annoying Cesur and Yaman with mischief, he was secure in his feelings perhaps the first time in his life. "That being said, you look hot as fuck in my shirt. Maybe its the ape in me but I blame you for the result. Its not my fault you look unresistable."

Asi tried not to smile but failed. He moved closer again, wrapping his arms around his waist. For a moment he taught Asi would stir up an argument again but she was looking pleased. "You are mine?"

"I am."

"You're not just saying it?"

She was actually looking bashful and Alaz's chest swelled with the intensity of his feelings. How could e be unsure after everything? "I'm yours until you'll have me, anything you want" he said truthfully. Asi had gone through a lot in her life, seen things that he did not want to imagine. He had been part of the things Alaz wished she had never experienced, it was too late to turn back time but he was determined to make it up to her as long as he lived.

She was looking so cute in his arms even her messy curls were perfect as she put her arms around his neck, now they were standing so close he could feel her breasts move with every breath. "To be honest, I would be yours even if you decide to hate me one day. You can even stab me again, you're not changing my mind. I'm still not enough of a good guy to let you go. I could never."

She kissed him with force. Alaz was feeling invincible as he picked her up from her waist and she did not hesitate to wrap her legs around him. It was a scary confession because he knew that this feeling was dangerous, this dependecy and devotion he was feeling was dangerous. That was a topic for another day though, he did not think about anything else but Asi in that moment. He doubted he would ever want to do otherwise ever again.

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Hello anon, thank you for this it was so much fun.

you sweet summer child though, i think there is a possesive side to both of them that is a little toxic so i definietly acknowledge they have a dynamic that is not the healtiest but it works. i believe in a health and mature relationship you should know when to let someone go but alaz is not that guy tbfh

And yes i am turk writing in eng bc i see a lot of international fans!! feel free to send in eng or türkçe de yazmayı düşünüyorum hayatımda hiç Türkçe ff yazmadım ama denemek istiyorum skdkdldk belki aynı hikayeyi asinin bakış açısından Türkçe yazarım vs. Talep varsa bekliyorum

[sparkles-and-trash]

Dabi is starting to suspect Hawks is looking down on him, or even worse; pitying him.

It’s fucking infuriating.

It started out small, with things he barley noticed.

The only reason he did was that he was so good at his job, which was currently watching the stupid bird’s every move.

Just work stuff.

Anyways, the first things Dabi noticed was how Hawks always fucking… hovered around him.

Not in a nosey way, but in an almost nervous way.

Like he thought Dabi was gonna break in two if a gust of wind hit him or something.

Then it was the food.

Stupid bird, always bringing «extra food he had left over», as if Hawks ever had any left over food.

One especially chilly night they were out keeping watch over something, the stupid hero even tried to give Dabi his ugly ass hero jacket.

It took all of Dabi’s self control not to light the thing on fire.

It all made Dabi even more snippy and short tempered than usual, and everyone was getting tired of it.

Except Hawks, who somehow didn’t seem to notice at all.

This whole thing might have gone on forever, if it weren’t for the last straw breaking during a small confrontation with some low level thugs.

Hawks and Dabi had been standing side by side as the thugs were getting fired up, and Dabi was getting bored and ready to just put an end to this.

But just as he got ready to move, Hawks stepped in front of him with a feather blade in hand, wrapped a wing around Dabi and pushed him to the side as he scared the idiots who ran off right away.

«What the fuck, Hawks?!» Dabi spat as he spun around to face the hero.

Hawks looked like he had no clue what Dabi was referring to.

«What? Were they secret friends of yours of something?» he asked with a grin.

Dabi didn’t laugh.

«Listen here little bird,» Dabi growled as he stepped closer to the dumbfounded bird.

«I know I’m not some big strong hero, and that I’m literally falling apart at the seams,» he continued, voice low as he ended up caging the smaller man against the brick wall.

Hawks just looked up at him with big, confused eyes, mouth agape.

«but that does NOT give you the right to fucking pity me, to act like I’m some little civillian needing your saving!»

When he finished, his face was so close to Hawks’ that the only thing he can see is the gold of his eyes.

A small, startled noise makes it way out of Hawks’ mouth, and Dabi takes a small step back and looks at him like he grew an extra head.

«Did you just fucking CHIRP at me?!»

Hawks threw his glowed hands over his mouth as his face flushed red.

«No!» he muffled out before slowly removing his hands.

«Yea you did!» Dabi gasped, poiting an accusing finger at the others face.

The hero sighs deeply and avert his eyes.

«Maybe, yeah,» he mumbled, and Dabi shakes his head, at a loss of words.

«But I don’t think you’re weak!» Hawks says, somewhat desperatly, and grabs Dabi’s arm gently.

Dabi just huffs and rolls his eye.

«I don’t!»

Dabi slowly turns his head to look at the hero again, raising his eyebrows to keep the bird talking.

«I just… I care about you, you idiot!»

Hawks’ little outburst makes Dabi’s eyes pop open.

«You… care? About me?» the villain asks, slowly.

Hawks huffs and crossed his arms.

«Unfortunatly, yeah. But right now I’m having trouble remembering why.»

Dabi rolls his eyes, but his chest does give a little flutter.

Weird.

«First of all, I’m fucking delightful, so that’s obviously why,» Dabi says with a smalm smirk, and to his relief he hears Hawks huff out a chuckle.

«Treating me like a helpless idiot is kinda a weird way to show it tho, don’t you think?» Dabi pushes, and Hawks lets out an awkward chuckle.

«I could blame the hero thing, would you believe that?» he asks, and Dabi rolls his eyes.

«What do you think?»

Hawks sighs, and rubs the back of his neck.

A nervous habit.

«It’s a bit of a bird thing?» Hawks finally admits.

Dabi just blinks at him.

«Bird… thing?»

Hawks nods.

«Bird thing,» he says solemnly.

Dabi’s not sure what else to do, or say, or think, so at that point he just does the only thing that feels right, and grabs the silly birds pretty face and kisses him silly.

Judging by the way Hawks’ chirps into the kiss, and how his wings flutter and flap softly, that was the right move after all.

Silly fucking bird.

[ticklenight]

Childhood

The apartment was quiet, the golden hues of the afternoon sun casting soft, warm shadows across the living room. Dabi sat on the floor, surrounded by a pile of old boxes that he had dragged out from the back of the closet. They were filled with random bits and pieces he hadn’t looked at in years—some of his own stuff, but mostly junk that Hawks had accumulated over time.

He was halfway through a box filled with crumpled papers, a few broken trinkets, and old magazines when something caught his eye—a small, slightly dusty photo album tucked in the corner. Curious, he pulled it out and opened it, expecting to find something trivial. But instead, he was met with a series of old photos, clearly from years ago.

It took him a second, but then he recognized the kid in the pictures—Hawks. Tiny, wide-eyed, with unruly blond hair that stuck out in every direction and wings that were still far too small for the body they’d eventually have to carry. Dabi blinked, then let out a soft, amused huff.

“This is gold…” he muttered under his breath, flipping through the pages.

There was a picture of a toddler Hawks sitting on a couch, his wings puffed up behind him, a big grin plastered on his face as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. Another showed him clutching a stuffed toy—a little red bird with faded feathers—looking completely engrossed. And then there was one where he was bundled up in a ridiculously oversized jacket, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold, looking both lost and incredibly adorable.

Dabi couldn't stop the small smile from creeping onto his face. He’d always known Hawks had a softer side but seeing it in these old photos was a whole new level of endearing. It was like peering into a piece of Hawks that he never got to see—the innocence, the genuine joy, the part of him that wasn’t weighed down by hero duties or their chaotic lives.

He didn’t realize how long he’d been staring until he heard the sound of keys jingling at the door, followed by the familiar click of it opening. Hawks stepped in, his feathers fluttering slightly as he set down his bag.

“Hey, I’m home,” Hawks called out, but his voice trailed off as he noticed Dabi sitting amidst the mess. “What’s all this?”

Dabi didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just held up the open album, smirking mischievously. “Found something interesting.”

Hawks squinted, trying to see what Dabi was holding, but when he caught sight of the photos, his eyes widened, and his face flushed a deep shade of red. “Where did you—? I thought I hid that!”

Dabi snorted, looking back at the photos. “Clearly, you didn’t do a very good job.” He flipped to another page, showing Hawks a picture of him with cake smeared all over his face, a delighted expression frozen in time. “You were such a cute little thing. Hard to believe you turned into such a pain in the ass.”

Hawks groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t believe you’re looking at those. They’re so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Nah, these are great.” Dabi’s voice was teasing, but there was a softness underneath that he couldn’t quite hide. He watched Hawks squirm, a mix of amusement and fondness welling up inside him. “I kinda wish I’d known you back then.”

Hawks peeked through his fingers, still blushing but smiling now, too. “Yeah? Little me probably would’ve followed you around like a lost chick.”

Dabi set the album aside and got up, crossing the small distance between them. He wrapped his arms around Hawks’ waist, pulling him close, feeling the soft flutter of feathers against his skin. “I wouldn’t have minded. You were adorable. Still are, y’know.”

Hawks’ cheeks went an even deeper shade of red, and he stuttered, clearly flustered. “I-I’m not adorable,” he mumbled, though he didn’t make any move to pull away.

“Sure, you are.” Dabi ran a hand through Hawks’ hair, his fingers brushing lightly against the base of his wings, making Hawks shiver. “And these pictures just prove it.”

Hawks leaned into Dabi’s touch, his initial embarrassment giving way to something warmer. “I guess…if you like them, then they’re not so bad.”

Dabi chuckled softly. “Oh, I like them, alright. Maybe I’ll frame one. Put it on the wall.”

Hawks’ blush returned full force, and he nudged Dabi playfully. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me,” Dabi teased, grinning wickedly.

Hawks’ eyes widened in mock horror, but there was no real protest. Instead, he just laughed, resting his head against Dabi’s shoulder, letting the moment linger. It was simple, unremarkable in some ways, but for them, it was everything.

Because in this quiet apartment, with old photos and memories scattered around them, they found a soft kind of happiness that they rarely got to share—one filled with gentle smiles, teasing words, and the warmth of just being together.

[toonqueen]

Duckvember Day 9: Placid Duck

No beta again. Mighty Ducks story with some OCs in it I’ll just give a quick review lolol

Duluna L’Orange: My main OC that I ship with Nosedive. Duke’s younger sister. So far she has the least speaking lines this story ain’t about her. Lol

Chrono Dekeson: Leader of a group that came a year after the main team. He has his own mask that is more focused on giving strength than being able to scan things for info (aka Drake Ducaine’s mask.) Military background like Mal. Sweet guy, good tactician. He has smart battle strategy but I am not smart so pretend how I write him is smart please. Shipped with Mallory. @fluxchix character.

Nina: From a different Team of ducks that came from the planet Cheribu, a magical based planet where the ducks are brightly colored. Shipped with Grin. This is who the story is about. @fluxchix  character. 

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“Oh this is great, it’ll be like a triple date!” Nosedive announced over the coms. From the other side Mallory made an annoyed grunt.

“Of course we’re always the closest to the trouble on every call,” Duluna grumbled as she looked up at the strange lights coming out of the warehouse they were standing near. Nosedive gave a shrug to Duluna’s question. Some lights outside the warehouse on the street started to flicker on and off. 

Grin drove up on one of the duckcycles, Nina was sat right behind him. Despite her noticeable pink feathers, she did not stand out until she hopped off the motorcycle. 

“Nina, almost didn’t see you behind Grin,” Nosedive teased. She shyly stayed by the bike, waiting for Grin to also get off the vehicle. 

“Do we know why we got called here? Not just because someone was having an electrical issue?” Duluna asked Grin since Nosedive didn’t get any details from Mallory. 

Nina stood straight, proud to know the answer, “Chrono mentioned a Dr. Droid?”

“Ah, that makes sense,” Nosedive then added, “Well it will be technology versus magic. You can just throw a few magic blasts at them and we can all go back to our dates!”

“It’s not that easy,” Nina quietly stated. Before she could explain in more detail, Mallory and Chrono came up on separate duckcycles. 

“Well, this is a  team combination we haven’t had before,” Mallory stated.

“We’ll work it out,” said Chrono with his mask already on and activated. 

“I haven’t fought without at least one other member of my team with me,” Nina piped up quietly. 

“Oh it’ll be FINE. Big Ol’ Grin will keep you safe while you do your magic blasts and healie spells,” Nosedive was quick to try to ease Nina’s concerns. 

“I see,” Nina blushed at how Nosedive had said that. She cleared her throat, “Should I do a group energy buff?”

“What is that?,” Mallory was very uncertain about this. 

“Man, it’s like downing an energy drink. Man, I can use it. It is getting kinda late,” Nosedive explained.

“Eh, I’ll pass,” Mallory replied. 

“It also makes it easier for her to heal us from a distance. But I understand why it sounds a little off putting,” Chrono replied. 

“Anyone else?” Nina asked. The others gave a nod agreeing. She waved her gold staff in a half circle and the other party members were energized. 

“Oh, wow. That is a boost. Well, if I can’t fall asleep tonight I’ll know why,” Duluna sighed. 

“Alright with the plan, Mallory and I will take point. We don’t have a tech with us to disarm any electronic security. So, Grin. Smash any machine that looks like it may start trouble. Nosedive, have his back when he’s doing that,” Chrono gave Grin and Nosedive a nod that the ducks returned, “Duluna, I want you to hold back some with Nina. She needs to not be interrupted if she is casting. Her attacks need more distance but you need to defend off anything that comes close to her.”

Duluna gave a nod to that, “Sounds good boss.”

“Wait, how come you get to stay with your date but you gotta split up the rest of us?” Nosedive complained.

“Nosedive. Shut it,” was the only response Mallory gave. Chrono decided to act like he didn’t hear Nosedive’s complaint. His choices had been completely based on everyone’s skills. He really wasn’t playing favorites. 

“Let’s go around back while it seems like we still have the element of surprise,” Chrono suggested. He then led the rest of the team around the outside of the warehouse. There was a smaller door in the back. After checking the closest window, Chrono went in first. Mallory went in after him with her puckblaster out, ready to fire. They stepped a little further ahead before Grin and Nosedive snuck in after.

There were many machines buzzing around, but nothing that was attacking yet. There was something clearly being manufactured though. Moving assembly lines that were constructing many sphere shape machines. There was no sign of Dr. Droid or any security bots. Duluna stepped in next with Nina right behind her. 

Duluna gave the room a quick once-over look from where she stood. She noticed a strange seam on the floor. The metal paneling was raised in a way that made the former art thief suspicious.  It covered a large space almost from one wall to another. Nina tried to step beside Duluna but she held up her arm to prevent the pink duck from moving forward. 

Before Duluna could vocalize to the rest of the group that there may be a trap, a large portion of the floor dropped. It was a huge trap door that instantly dropped the first four ducks that had entered. Duluna had been right on the edge and slide down below before Nina could snatch her arm. 

Nina had been right on the edge, just enough space to still stand her feet on the edge. It happened so fast she did not have a chance to catch Duluna before she fell. Without thinking, she released her wings. She lifted in the air a bit before going to fly down to follow her teammates. Before she could follow, the large trap door slammed shut. She ended up crashing into the now solid floor. It was at a hard enough force it made her dizzy for a moment.  She also got a mouthful of her blonde hair in the dive which she spit out of her bill.

She stayed down on the floor and glanced around from where she was at. Since the door did not drop again, she assumed maybe this ‘Droid’ assumed she had dropped too and was not free? Nina was never a team strategist and was now lost without any other team mates. 

The pink duck stayed low and crawled over to a shadowed corner. Nina  kept her eyes open for any other way to go downward to where her team went. She did find a grate where she was. Lifting it out, she found a small vent tunnel  that went slightly downward at an angle. It wouldn’t drop her instantly down but it looked like the best option for now. With a simple whisper of a spell, she was able to hide her wings again so she could fit in the vent. 

Luckily Nina wasn’t claustrophobic, or else this adventure would have bothered her. What was bothering her was that she had no idea where to go next. This was a tight maze where it was hard to turn and back up. Maybe she would be a little claustrophobic after this. She felt like she was going in circles forever. There was a realization that repeatedly doing the same thing was not getting her forward. 

She closed her eyes and cleared out all her thoughts and worries. The state was a combination of the meditation she learned from Grin and what her mentor Bleu had taught her. Clearing her mind, Nina remembered she had done a buff on the group. That magic was still connected to her. Like a string, flowing like water. With her eyes closed she could visualize a line of light blue energy that went through the vents that would lead her to her team. Opening her eyes, she could still see the line of light. Staying as silent as possible she began to follow it. 

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Part 2 coming on another prompt ahhhhh!

[latenitewaffles]

Katsuro costume dialogue since i was stuck at home all day :-/

Below the cut as always cause this is LONG

Summer Uniform

“Joker, I changed into my summer uniform. Polos are nice and all, but the white fabric gets stained too easily… Oh, sorry. I spilled a soda on myself last week and, well…”

Winter Uniform

“I changed into my winter uniform. Man, I’m glad Shujin’s dress code is lax about the jacket. That thing can get so stuffy, so I wear the track jacket instead. Huh? You wanna know about the tie? That’s from my old school, Kosei.”

Summer Clothes

“These are my summer clothes, Joker. A button up shirt and ripped jeans sure are breathable, right? I got a nice airflow going… heh, I sounded like my dad there.”

Winter Clothes

“I put on my winter outfit. This jacket used to belong to my pops. The red and black look cool, right? Plus, it looks like something a punk rock artist would wear!”

Tracksuit

“I’m wearing Shujin’s tracksuit. Hey, did you know I have two of the jackets? I bought a 2nd one so I could wear it with the winter uniform. Don’t wanna smell bad after gym, right?”

Swimwear

“... This is my swimsuit. I can’t say I’m comfortable fighting shadows in this… But, um… why do you have my swimsuit, Joker?”

Gekkoukan Uniform

“I put on Gekkoukan High’s uniform, Joker. Hey, this is the school my dads went to! But, what’s with this armband and the gun…?”

Yasogami Uniform

“This is Yasogami High School’s uniform. I know some people who went there… apparently the town is really foggy. Speaking of fog… I feel like I can see right through it with these glasses? Or, maybe not…”

St. Hermelin Uniform

“Joker, I’m wearing St. Hermelin’s uniform. I can’t say I’m exactly a fan of all of this green, but it is a relaxing color… I’m not sure why, but I just got chills looking at your mask, Joker…”

Seven Sisters Uniform

“I’m wearing the uniform of Sevens High. I’ve heard rumors about that school… What kind of rumors? Well, some good, some bad. I don’t think you’d believe any of them though.”

Kasugayama Uniform

“I put on… Kasugayama’s uniform. Hey, um… you’re not making fun of me, right? Sorry… that name kinda feels a bit… odd.”

Karukozaka Uniform

“Woah… this is Karukozaka High School’s uniform? The colors are nice… but the striped pants are a bit gaudy. Also, what’s the deal with these headphones and this… device?”

Butler Suit

“Um… a butler suit, Joker? It’s not really my style, but I guess I should act the part… Welcome home, master! Would you like a cup of coffee? Eheh… that was weird.”

Christmas Costume

“Merry Christmas, Joker! A reindeer costume, huh? Maybe I should change my codename in this outfit? Nah, that’d be confusing… but if you’re open to it, “Blitzen” sounds kinda cool…”

Shadow Ops Uniform

“I’ve put on the Shadow Ops uniform. This makes me look like a secret agent! Huh? The Shadow Ops are Persona-Users? Wait, so that means… No… they’re not cool enough to be Persona-Users.”

Samurai Uniform

“A… Samurai Uniform? This doesn’t look like any Samurai I’m familiar with… Is it from some game?”

Yumizuki Uniform

“Yumizuki Imperial High? I’ve never heard of it before. Well, its uniform is comfy, at least.”

Starlight Outfit

“This is my dancewear, Joker. It’s funny… I never actually wear suspenders with my uniform, but they look good here. And the Kosei tie around my neck brings the whole look together!”

Deep Blue Clothes

“These clothes are interesting, Joker… This is the uniform of a bellboy, right? Yet despite that, I feel… like I rule over power itself.”

Featherman Costume

“Phoenix Ranger Neo-Featherman! The name’s Feather Gold! By my sword, let it be known, evildoer… I will take you down! Hehe… Sorry for getting carried away there. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

New Cinema Outfit

“I put on the “Q” outfit, Joker. Hey, is this a mascot suit? The head’s really huge… It’s… not? I wasn’t gonna pry, but… where did you find this?”

[simeonist]

The Uniforms

This one almost goes without saying, right? It's bad. It's symbolic of the coming horrors. The teeny glimpse of cape, the medallions, the heavy belts, the yellow arm spikes, the gold trim on one collar, the black slashes on the sleeves, the red embroidery button holes, the little hook-button-holder detail that would be neat for like, a close-up shot the player would rarely see, the teal button-ups that don't complement the colors of any of their neckties - what is the point of all this? There is so much shit going on in such a small space and for what?

I can't even say it would be better if they dialed it back a bit so everything wasn't competing with each other because most of the details are ugly on their own - Belphie ends up looking the best simply because he's doing the least with it and wearing it properly.

Even the simplified Nightbringer chibis feel like they're drowning in details.

They're chibis! They're not supposed to be detailed!

The uniforms are also customized, made to show off each character's personality quirks, like how Mammon is fashionably sloppy, Levi is... sloppy in an unfashionable otaku way, and Beel is... um... also sloppy... but uh. In a gluttonous way.

If Solmare were smart and not a company eager for their own demise, they would have switched to their not perfect but significantly less awful gakuran suits.

Demon Looks

I'm going to leave out Mammon and Beel's bdsm wear since... idk, I think they succeed at being bdsm wear. Asmo also gets a pass because this game frequently has this 2000-ish anime aesthetic and his belted legged demon form is a rare moment where they execute it all right.

The rest of them?

Hell no. Lucifer's comes out on top because his is comparatively boring, but that doesn't mean it's good, with the mismatched peacock feathers and the hip belt. Somehow he looks like when cosplayers don't adapt anime outfits for how they might look irl and go the literalist route. The same is true for his everyday outfit. It looks like cosplay even though he's 2D.

Diavolo... is... I feel like this is offensive in some way, but I'm not sure why. Maybe just to my senses.

But Levi.

You might think that Levi's demon form, with the open belly hoodie that shows his rippling abs, the mesh panel revealing his rippling abs, and the suspenders that clearly aren't holding up or onto anything but emphasize his rippling abs, might tell us something about his character. After all, Lucifer's kinda hints at his prideful, stoic, nature, Diavolo's at his male big-boobed extrovert personality, Belphie is a cow, Beel is a jock, Asmo's kinda horny, and so on.

And it does! His demon form tells us... that Levi has some vague connection with reptiles that won't really be expounded upon in-game. We know this because his jeans carry a reptile skin pattern and he has a lizard tail. also has antlers, which is a bit like a lizard, when you think about it.

Sorry if you were expecting answers for why the depressed debilitatingly shy boy you have to pry out of his shell before he'll do cosplay is introduced in slutwear.

White Suit

I have to call this one out. It's the only costume where I can't find a single nice thing to say about a single one of them. They are all bad. Across the board.

Like the Frankenstein Butler costumes are bad, BUT! If you got rid of the random ass frakenstein stitches, they'd be tolerable - they even have some subtle design markers I appreciate. The Arabian clothes are Solmare at their absolute worst wrt their bad habit of cramming way too much detail without consideration for cohesion or flow, BUT! I like the top half of Barbatos', I like the vibrant colors, and I'm happy with more visible skin.

I have nothing for the white suits. The first time I saw Diavolo's, I started howling. Like the appeal of a white suit is in its simplicity, right? They're not supposed to be art deco'd out. They don't even go together as a cohesive theme - Diavolo with houndtooth, fur, and glitter, Satan with...holographic tails? How are Beel and Solomon's even WHITE suits?

A Surprise for You

I'm calling this one out because this is my favorite event and I recommend you play it if you haven't. Well worth the 20 dp.

It is insane how bad most of them look. These are 2D cartoon images and they ALL look like they're in the kind of 70s polyester they literally don't even make anymore because technology has advanced past itchy sweaty fabric! Their outfits evoke a heavy, unbreathableness, the colors muted and gross. Diavolo is dressed like you're granddaddy out for a night on the town which ngl is charming in its own way and I love his permanently cocked trilby. What the hell are Mammon's butterflies?

(Hey remember when Solmare had a chance to redeem their original shitty crossdressing event and instead they decided no, we're good with using the above sprite to indicate Mammon's in girl-mode? Just wanted to remind you lol)

I will again give Asmo a pass because I genuinely liked his high waisted pants, turtleneck, and heels. If I squint my eyes, Simeon also looks good.

Satan

You knew he was getting his own section.

We all had that moment. The first time you see his demon form, it's "What's with the ribbon skeleton? Is that a boa? Wait the JEANS?? Where did he even get that belt???" But you got over it. Someone had to be the worst.

Then comes his everyday outfit and it's not THAT bad, honestly. I mean, you can't say you like it, and sometimes you find yourself staring, something niggling at the back of your mind. You could argue Belphie or Asmo's is worse, you tell yourself. Sure the spring green of his sweater is kind of off. Sure, his hand pose highlights that the designer really, seriously picked the wrong shade of green for his nails and they especially don't go with that fit. Sure his belt is weirdly flashy for his personality and will you please just wear your jacket normal? Put your arm in the fucking sleeve. Hold on. Are his jeans studded? On the side?

And then you play through the old events. Maybe it's his cat outfit. Maybe it's the time he wore a button-up over his swimsuit. Maybe you got through the later seasons and finally saw his human world look.

And it dawns on you. This is who he is. In a game drowning in terrible costumes, he's still the worst. Even when the others are bad, he stands out. Out of everyone, he's the one that makes you consider that he has to be wearing this on purpose. He wakes up and puts on his skeleton, his boa, and continues about his day.

Honorable mention

Levi and his stupid giraffe pants.

i would like a full breakdown of why nearly every single outfit in obey me is ugly. its not even moderately ugly, If i were to be in public with them, i would be embarrassed. i look at their sprites and am immediately filled with rage.

[prose-priest-potentate]

Another ask game filled out! From here: X

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

He’s made specifically for the game because we were a pretty small party when it started and we needed a decent party balance. We had a rogue already, and a druid/barbarian, so I picked something that could keep us alive and take a hit. 

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

The bones of him were set before the game started, like??? (runs to check my files) three years ago. His personality and character development came along organically after.

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

His… role? I guess. I picked race and class first, and then some of his personality came along with that when I picked his god, and a lot of his appearance came from choosing a breath element. So his name was probably last.

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

His personality. I’m not a rules lawyer myself, and originally wanted to play the devil-may-care hit-first-question-later barbarian, but my friend had already picked.

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

I generated a bunch of ‘dragonborn’ names and then sorted through the syllables to find something easy enough to say and still not feel like a normal ass human name.

I did make it canon that his name is sort of jammed together between his father’s (Tirtheth) and the lady that runs the religious order he’s born into (Amtash). His little cousin (Itovatash) is also named with the same sort of convention.

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

He’s a dragonborn because they’re my favorite base race and I never got to play the first one I made. He’s gold because I wanted him to breathe fire and don’t like red as much (and specifically don’t like the canon homogenization of the colors) - and he’s albino because I liked the bit about leopard geckos from Battleship (2012) and piebald because I really like the spider piebald pattern in boas, and I wish it didn’t come with all those neurological issues. It’s kinda part of the joke though, right?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

I chose to give all my dragonborn feathers instead of the hair? Spines? That they have in canon. I’m v much on the fuzzy dinosaur train, and cannot fathom why dragons and dragonborn integument wouldn’t be pretty?? Plus, it acts more like hair.

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

So I opened up the faerun wikia and started with the article on dragonborn, which led to the article on Bahamut, and while I think he’s a great guy, I clicked through a bunch of the gods from his article. At this point, I wasn’t after a particular domain or oath or anything, and was just looking around. Torm is cool, and I appreciated the giant golden dragon battle steed. But then Amaunator popped up, and we’re fighting vampires, so The Keeper of the Eternal Sun seemed appropriate. And because Amauantor is a lawful neutral deity all about law and order, that informed a lot of what Imrath would have to be, right?

As for the rest, it’s a mix of my own relgiosity as a kid and he’s funny because I am. ✌️

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

In the FIC - he’s the main character. In the PLOT - he’s part of the ensemble cast of heroes supporting the main girl.

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

His whole story (as a character) is a sort of coming-of-age finding-his-place-in-the-world thing, and throughout the story as played and written, his main development is becoming less good. He needs to sit at lawful neutral in the end, so he’s technically being corrupted, but it’s a good thing for him.

He gets a pretty good ending. I don’t know how it would have gone if we had kept playing - probably way worse - but because I picked it up on my own and I want him to have a happy ending, he’s getting one. 

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

…He’s made of archetypes, so I’m sure he resembles someone, but I’m not sure WHO.

[yourlocalartsonist]

PSST! The fanfic is officially out now! Read it here <3

Hi uh I decided to start a ROTTMNT fanfic ;w;

So it kinda started out as just random “what if” scenarios of me and the turtles interacting but then got out of hand when I officially started developing my self insert character a bit more and giving them a backstory and creating an overarching narrative, blah blah blah. And then it just got more set in stone when I ended up actually writing an entire chapter and having way too much fun doing it. I wasn’t sure whether or not to announce this now or later when the chapters actually start going up on AO3 but I got too giddy to just not say anything so here we are :D

Introducing my dumb little rise fanfic: Moths Fly in Packs!

So this story is meant to take place a few months after the movie events. In my head canon, the movie takes place in August 2020 and the story starts March 2021. I’m not sure how long it’s gonna be yet but I know for sure it’ll cover a few years of their lives since I want the dynamics to seem believable and not hilariously rushed

SO! I actually had two versions of this story planned out. One is just continuing the Rise series in general with the turtles being the main characters and this fanfic’s MC being more on the level of April or Casey. That whole stuff I wanted to save for a future comic series if I ever get to it with a more similar tone to the show. The fanfic is showing that story from MC’s perspective, having them be the main character and following the events of her life with the turtles and the tone being SLIGHTLY darker than the main show. It doesn’t feel too different though since I think the show kinda already nailed the blend of fun and trauma that I love, just increased the trauma a teensy bit. Oh also cursing I guess

Speaking of MC, here’s their design! :D

Salena Moni :D she/they

LOOK AT MY DARLING BASKING IN ALL HER GLORY! She’s half Japanese half Bengali and is actually (unknowing to her) part luna moth Yōkai and I’m not gonna talk more about that as it would spoil parts of the story. She’s the same age as Mikey, both 16 in the story, and yes this is gonna be some turtle x oc shipping since I’m a simp for Leo and I’m not wasting an opportunity to create a fictional relationship with him <3 Aside from that, Salena is sweet, spunky, and chaotic, wonderfully fitting in with the rest of the gang. Of course, she has her dose of trauma and baggage too since it wouldn’t be a rise fanfic without that! Their weapons are mystic sickles and their powers are still in the works

For any of my fellow character design nerds: I tried putting some luna moth elements into her design. Her color palette is inspired by the green, pink, and yellow palette of luna moths and the spots on her sickles are meant to resemble the spots on their wings. They’ve got gold earrings in the shape of feathers to emulate the cute fuzzy antennas on luna moths. The bag isn’t related to moths, it’ll get explained in the story it’s a pretty sweet moment I don’t wanna spoil. There’s probably more but I’m forgetting that right now ANYWHO

Um yea I think that’s everything? Apologies if I sounded like an awkward dork, it’s because I am and still not used to posting on tumbler. I’m really excited to share this story since I think it’s a lot of fun and just a really sweet found family story. It’s kind of my little comfort fanfic as a lot of the original characters are inspired by people I knew in my life and a lot of the events are a mix of things I struggled with and the potential life I would’ve had if certain events ended more tragically than they actually did. I struggle with feeling lonely a lot and this story lets me breathe in another universe as a character who eventually finds their true family despite the things they’ve been through. A family that accepts them for who they are, weird quirks and all. It’s a wholesome ride and I can’t wait to share it with y’all

As in literally can’t wait, I might honestly just put the first chapter on tumbler instead of waiting for my AO3 account to activate since there’s APPARENTLY A WAIT TIME FOR THE INVITATION but anyway enjoy a little fluff drawing I did of Salena and Leo that’s now my homescreen

[bonefall]

Sketch Request: Batch 1

So I said they'd be in pencil but OOPS they are in pen

Requests are still open, feel free to request the same character again!

Under the cut is Firestar, Bluestar, Runningnose, Flipclaw, Hawkwing, Violetshine, and Morningflower. Special guest appearances for Brokenstar and balding Lionblaze.

@doritopaw101 Firestar

FIRESTARRRR I want him to look like an anime protagonist. He starts off round, simple eyes, blush, and ends up as fire twink. The chest scars are from where Scourge killed him

I have never been able to imagine stripes on him. He is an orange crayon.

@nightly-ruse Bluestar

Ignore balding lionblaze in the corner we'll get to him

I usually just see a super basic blue cat when I picture her but Bluestar needs something cooler than that. I tried to channel a wolf, long face, tail's kinda thick, leg feathering. She also has a ThunderClan "mane," a feature I try to put on most TC cats

After the Tigerstar attack I love the idea she has tabby-like scars on one side of the face. Shredded ear, loss of vision in one eye. I also make it a point to always include her shoulder scar.

@runn1ngn0se Your Boy (scheme flavor)

Runningnose looks sticky, but it's all just natural markings. He's actually quite thick and fluffy (same build as Tangleburr).

His defining feature is that snot-streak, which is also just a very unfortunate birthmark.

He's pretty naturally dour. Serious expressions, gives the vibe that he's always analyzing you, he doesn't tend to speak unprompted. But he does smile a lot when Brokenstar's doing Evil Things with him.

He LOVES when he gets to start shit and hide in the fluff of his beloved supernatural manifestation of spite and rage. Special drawing of it since I already posted his full design waaay back.

Also side note Im obsessed with the cut disney song "Snuff Out The Light" right now and it feels like SUCH a Bonefall Runningnose anthem.

@elkpoint Flipclaw

So I mentioned Balding Lionblaze here because he's his grandpa! Flipclaw looks a LOT like him before he lost his hair. He's MEGA fuzzy. (In the rewrite though Fernsong is an ex-kittypet and Ivypool is Lionblaze's daughter)

I also can't imagine him as a brown tabby, he's this really nice brownish-gold color like a lion. His stripes are brown, though. He's also a total jokester, I think he was really close to his uncle Hollylark and misses him a lot.

Pictured is him saying, "look at me guys im walking like a twoleg!!" What a guy.

@purrsnickitty Hawkwing

I have always seen him as a mix between Tony Tiger and Batman. I am not sorry about this.

He is also a lynxpoint. When I make SkyClan cats I think of monkeys and aviator pilots for some reason, so they're all getting dextrous paws and prehensile tails.

His stripes are also all chevrons, and he's got TONS of tufts on his shoulders, ears, plus a puffy 'mane' that's part of the belly (don't ask me why it just reminds me of aviator jackets for some reason)

He is also an absolute unit.

@purrsnickitty Violetshine

Usually I need to do two sketches to get where I'm going with a design but not for Violetshine. First try, there she is. Monkey woman

Heart shapes for her, heart face, heart belly/mane. It also didn't come across well but her tail is LONG. Able to wrap around stuff easy. Mm, monkey.

I intended for there to be family resemblance because her and Hawkwing are bodied. They have LOTS of diameter. Complete volume.

@nightly-ruse Morningflower

Mentally I adopted your design of Morningflower because it's so good, but here's my old idea of her

Calico Morningflower my beloved

The coloring was difficult but I tried to communicate she has very little white. Most of her is bright orange and warm, sooty gray. She is the sister of Ashfoot (Onewhisker removed) so the gray is very important in my head.

I like WindClan cats to be very whispy, and they almost always have a white tail tip. Morningflower, instead, has an orange tip (which I may fix in another draft).

(I drew her training an apprentice, it was going to be Whitetail! But then I borked the eyes and it's pen so I can't fix it. She looks too scary. So I cropped her out OTL)

[nyaagolor]

Got inspired by this out of the blue and wrote a short fic about it. I hope you don't mind op! (mostly under the cut bc it got kinda long)

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Klavier’s father has given him a gift.

The piano sits in the center of the room, commanding attention with its very presence. It is a sleek, glossy black, a specter that warps the light around it and draws the eyes up and across its delicate, luxe trimming. A logo and name Klavier doesn’t recognize is branded in gold across its side. He knows it is supposed to leave him speechless, and so when he feels his father’s hand curl around his shoulder, he does not make a sound. 

There is a silent expectation in the air out of time with the pounding of Klavier’s heart. His namesake looms above him, a thousand things unsaid in the brutalist corners and grand presentation of it all. It is a spectacle, a gift of a magnitude so unfathomable it makes something within him ache, but it is not what he wanted. It is Klavier’s turn to speak, and the stage awaits him just as the winds pad the chords around his entrance. Kristoph, standing besides him, knows this as well as he does. Their father must too, and the nagging wrongness of it all keeps the words locked in Klavier’s throat. 

There are eyes upon him now, but Klavier can only stare at the empty bench, the rows of ivory keys like teeth glinting in a snarl aimed specifically in his direction. A subtle rustle of fabric and his father’s hand is up to his face. Klavier’s father clears his throat, and Klavier finds the familiar patterns of etiquette falling away in the face of the muddy disappointment taking form in his chest. When he looks up, his father’s eyes are hidden behind his glasses. Beside him, Klavier remains still.

”Music, right, kindchen?” his father says. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make music?”

Despite the lilt of a question in his voice, Klavier feels his stomach drop. He knows this is not a question. 

“But… but you said — you promised me —“ he begins, and there is a sudden, palpable change in the atmosphere. A drum roll begins in his distant memory, a feather-light rumbling as chills inch up Klavier’s spine. He cannot see his father’s eyes behind the glare of his glasses, and Kristoph shifts his weight beside him. The piano is an everpresent third party in the conversation, and Klavier can’t help but feel imposed on. He has hit the wrong note, and the progressions that lie ahead of him are soured. Despite the nausea that lingers in the back of his throat, he continues. 

“You said you were going to get me a guitar…!”

His father sighs and looks at him with a pop of the snare and Klavier realizes with a start that he should stand up a little straighter. It pushes the writing mess of emotions down a little further. His fingertips are starting to feel numb. 

“Klavier,” his father says, and the drums only get louder. “Your papa says yes to many things. Your papa is a busy man, mäusezähnchen, he talks to a lot of people. Your papa talks and talks and talks!” 

His words have a rhythm to them, a stumbling, rushing syncopation that drives the rest of the band behind it. The conversation changes meters without him noticing, and as his father’s words crescendo, Klavier realizes he can no longer sense the downbeat. 

“And your papa listens. Your papa would have remembered if you mentioned something like that, no?”

Klavier stares up in silence, his fingers frozen, the melody titillating on some note in anticipation of his own, but he finds himself measures behind. The song has changed beneath his feet. It moves steadily on without him. 

“But I did!” he interjects, and he knows in an instant that he isn’t in the right key. These are not the right notes, and they grate against the empty silence like a tritone. “I did s —“

“Klavier, I am not done speaking.”

The drums are an everpresent thunder and they make Klavier tremble. His father makes music with words, and Klavier can no longer follow the waves of his baton. This chorus does not have a place for him and his clumsy melodies, no place for him in the carefully constructed chords. With the pounding backbeat of percussion rumbling ominously at his feet, Klavier faces an orchestra. 

“Do you have any idea how expensive this is?” his father asks, and the flutes wail something shrill. Klavier realizes too late he is supposed to echo their mournful apologies. 

“The work to get this grand piano into our home — “ Winds this time, harsh and angry — “Kindchen, the first time we see each other again because papa is so busy. And you don’t like the gift he got for you?” The brass howls. Klavier stares at the floor and finds notes, staff, music in the grain of the wood. The room is beginning to spin, and it is all so very loud. 

“Fine then,” the cymbal crashes, and Klavier can feel the way it takes hold of him like a wraith, pulling his eyes towards it like it has its own gravity. There is a glint of blue, electric and lifeless, behind the blinding glare of his father’s glasses for the briefest of moments. The cacophony reaches a climax, a thousand angry voices in woeful, dissonant harmony, and Klavier reels in anticipation. 

“That’s fine.”

The orchestra falls quiet. His father’s hand is on his shoulder. Eyes wide, heat sparking behind them, Klavier Gavin does not dare to breathe. 

“Do you want me to throw it away?” His father asks. It’s a whispered declaration. “Is that it?”

In the spotlight, on the stage, things can become a new kind of quiet. It is the lack of ambiance that turns the tacit to terror, that casts every dancing speck of dust into sharp relief. The radiant halo draws eyes and ire to your shape. The world holds its breath for you. 

It’s waiting for you to say something. 

“Of course not, Papa,” says a voice that is not his own. There is a warmth at his side, and when Kristoph speaks, Klavier hears violins.

”Klavier,” Kristoph says, like this is easy, like this is practiced, “What does papa want to hear? What should you say?”

Klavier looks at the floor and the drums begin again. He can feel his father’s gaze upon him, the symphony starting anew. Delicate strings pad the chords beneath his words this time. 

“Th- thank you for the gift, papa,” he says, Kristoph smiling at his side. 

As if by magic, the dissonance slides back into a familiar shape, the chords resolving and finding learned patterns beneath his fingertips. His father beams at him, and Kristoph’s hand slips off his shoulder as the two are pulled into a hug. 

The finale rings hollow in his ears. He wraps his arms around his father, listens to the whispers of praise and paternity, and stares at the floor. 

“Oh, come here meine engels…” he coos. “Frohe Weihnachten to you two!”

He pulls away, and as the orchestra in his mind falls to silence, Klavier feels the weight of something unfamiliar settle in his gut. His father looks at him softly, with crinkled eyes and a smile that only seems to reach one half of his face. 

“Play for me, leibling?” he asks.

Klavier walks to the grand piano without a conscious thought. He pulls himself onto the bench, draws himself up the way he was taught, and rests his hands on the material manifestation of his father’s love for him. It is polished and beautiful and cold. Kristoph settles beside his father. They both watch expectantly as Klavier’s fingers curl over the keys. 

He finds himself playing a fugue — some guttural, brutal thing. The piano keens beneath the slightest touch, a sound that travels more than even Klavier could have imagined. He races along the keyboard, the melody puppeting his movements in delicate, familiar patterns. The piano sings beneath him like it has suddenly come to life, and that is when Klavier sees it. 

Behind the stand, just on the edges of his view, a tapestry of strings extend into the underbelly of the instrument. They tremble with every note, writhing in divine harmonics with every keystroke. With every note he plays, they dance for him. Stretched and distorted, he finds what he had been looking for within the guts and wires. Though hidden, the same delicacy is embedded within its core. 

Klavier lifts his fingers from the piano like it has burned him, a rest becoming a pause as he stares at this beast of his with wide eyes. Everything he thought he wanted was here — louder, stronger, a polished facsimile made into a spectacle. It commands attention. He decides then that he will too.

Klavier brings his hands back to the keys with a crash, and Kristoph flinches at the echo. The piano responds to his ferocity in earnest, and Klavier gives himself in to the intensity. An invisible orchestra rises up to meet him, and the lush harmonies arch in tandem with the roar of resplendent chords. The silences he leaves feel cavernous by comparison, the depth of feeling and magnitude of sound eclipsing everything around it. When Klaver’s mother comes to stand at the door and listen, he almost does not notice her. His father and brother feel far away, the house and its vanity a distant memory. The world lays speechless in the splendor of it all. It is as though the heavens turned a gilded eye to watch. 

Klavier’s fingers curl and find chords, the universe falling into time with him. He has tapped into a cosmic meter, every note in the timbre of something older than life can remember and howling with a guttural force of feeling more ancient than the stars. Still, though, Klavier watches the strings dance with him, as eloquent as his softest touch and a secret all his own. He can let the audience hear him sing, the perfectly practiced symphonies and melodies made for their ears. He will watch the strings rumble deeper, where no one can see them, and he will play — if that is what they want. 

thinking about my gavin parents earlier. specifically, karsten gavin and the way he loves klavier.

HI SORRY. and sorry for any mistakes on the german, google translate can only take me so far DFGHDJFDGHD this was my original thought earlier that i typed into my pc during class DSFGHD

Karsten shows affection the only way he knows how (buying expensive lavish gifts) Karsten, being an absent father in many ways, doesn't pay much attention to his children's interests. Klavier becomes interested in music and wants a guitar for Christmas, he mentions this several times to Karsten as he works, over dinner, every moment he can get, really. Karsten and Karen have a fight 2 weeks before Christmas that leaves them very cold towards each other, Karin throws herself into social events/parties while Karsten flies to another place to focus on his work. The fight and their absence affect Klavier deeply, more than Kristoph who is growing more used to this. Karsten gifts Klavier an expensive piano, Klavier is disappointed and his face starts to show it. Karsten grows frustrated at this and starts to ramble “Music, right, liebchen? Didn’t you say you wanted to play?” “Well, ja, but… I wanted a…” Karsten starts frowning. “Klavier, do you have any idea how expensive this is? You don’t like it? Fine then, fine. Do you want me to throw my gift away for you, is that it?” “Of course not, papa. Klavier, what do we say?” Kristoph chimes in and nudges Klavier, whose eyes are starting to water. “[Thank you, father.]” “Oh there he is. Come, come.”

i just. thinking about piece of shit extraordinaire karsten gavin who only knows how to make problems go away with material things

i love drawing bc it compensates for the fact that i can't write DFGHDJ

[daandyli0n]

IM HERE IM ASKING ABOUT UR DSMP AVIANS AU okay so like when u mean avians im assuming human-bird hyrbids like we see with grian and phil and sometimes tommy and quackity but what kinds of birds r everyone?? does everything in canon still apply the same way or are some things altered to better fit their new bird characteristics???? And do u have any new, altered design ideas that you'd like to show or describe? ???? :DDDD

yep! bird-human hybrids!

i haven't got ideas for all of the dsmp characters yet, but here are the ideas i have so far:

Non-Avians:

slime (he's still a slime, he just shapeshifted some wings on himself to blend in and look more normal (since most of the server's members are avians of some kind))

techno (he's a totally normal immortal human who's just. kinda Here)

antfrost (still Cat)

those aren't the only non-avians, but they're the only ones i have ideas for atm

The Members (Who Are Avians) That I Have Ideas For:

tommy- Mourning Dove (listen. the Symbolism. mourning doves aren't Just symbols of sorrow and grief (which...yeah), but also for peace, love and faith (religious c!tommy hcs, anyone-))

tubbo- Eurasian Golden Oriole (this one is purely for the Vibes)

ranboo- Black-and-White Warbler (again, Also The Vibes)

wilbur- European Starling (partially for The Vibes, but also cause I just think it'd look nice (also, I know according to lore that c!wil is apparently from utah, so him being a European Bird would make no sense lore-wise, but shhh-))

sally (because yes, she's here as well)- Osprey (water bird, they live near water (like the ocean), and i hc sally to be a pirate)

dream- Loggerhead Shrike (my thought process behind trying to find a bird for this guy was basically 'what sort of f**ked up bird would fit with this guy?' then i remembered shrikes. y'know, those birds that impale their prey on spikes? that are also SONGBIRDS? look, the vibes fit Way Too Well for me. also, i discovered that loggerhead shrikes can be found in florida! :] also, a fun fact! shrikes are actually Also hunt other birds :) take that how you will)

punz- Peregrine Falcon (every time i try to think of a bird for this guy, my brain keeps screeching 'F A L C O N')

phil- Crow, but the wings still have those diamond shape things that are on his cape (i think this one's a bit obvious)

fundy- Raven (look, hes both descended from The Angel of Death and has prophetic dreams. it fits for me)

eret- Lilac-Breasted Roller (Very Colorful. eret deserves to have a very colorful bird. seriously, look them up, they are The Rainbow As A Bird-)

purpled- Violet-Backed Starling (...guess)

hannah- Rosefinch, Specifically one of those Very Pink Rosefinches (...pink, also is literally called a ROSEfinch-)

niki- House Sparrow (i looked up german birds and house sparrows came up. look, i'm trying-)

sam- California Condor (okay, so! i looked up vulture symbolism, right? well, along with death and all that, vultures are also symbols for seriousness, protection, intelligence, and resourcefulness. plus, these guys are Big, and isn't c!sam canonically like, over 7 feet tall?)

quackity- Mallard Duck (look. Duck)

jack- Robin (Vibes)

foolish- Golden Eagle (big bird, and also...y'know..Golden. Eagle. just. the pun (cause his character is like a totem. which looks like it's made out of gold. look this one was partially cause my brain thought it'd be funny))

that's all i can really of for characters atm. but now!! facts!! about the au!!

so! life stages for avians!

-Hatchling: basically from birth to 5 years old. wings have little-to-no feathers

-Fledgling: 6-8 years old. wings have Down Feathers. fluffy :]

-Featherling: 9-13 years. at this point, the actual feathers start coming in! featherlings now have the ability to slow their falling and glide! no flying yet though :(

-Flightlings: 14-Adulthood. they start learning to actually fly now! at the beginning of the smp, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, and purpled fit this description!

so yeah, as you said, certain plot points have changed due to most people being, y'know, Part Bird. basically, people can actually fly around now! birb instincts!! CHIRPING AND OTHER NOISES!!

sally is here because Yes. she drags wilbur off to therapy post-nov. 16th. she is 110% done with both dream and punz's bs at this point. she just wants to protect her flock, man >:/

wing clipping is. unfortunately still a thing. i mean, from what i've looked up, wing clipping isn't exactly Permanent-Permanent. like, the feathers will eventually molt out and new feathers will grow in. it's only be really permanent if someone were to keep doing it, y'know. every time the feathers come back. so...there's that! still doesn't mean it's absolutely horrible for avians though

dream has clipped the wings of at least three server members. you can probably guess who at least One of those people are and what arc it was during

fun fact! while it's still pretty bad for a non-avian to clip the wings of an avian, it's Still not seen as being as bad as when an Avian clips Another Avian's wings. because. y'know. that's actually viewed as being Incredibly F**ked Up! on Several Levels!

y'know what? if you want, i'll make another post specifically about Exile and the Avian Au Specific F**ked Up S**t that happened there

so...i've heard of like this 'death spiral' eagles do when they mate. however, my brain came up with an interesting idea for that in this au! what if was more of a...fighting move? like, one avian grabs onto the hands of another avian and just starts trying to get them both to spiral to the ground? you know, as a way of killing each other? basically, they spiral until one is finally on the bottom. obviously, the one who hits the ground first dies.

...so, fun fact based off the above point! sally actually did that with punz in this au post-final control room! basically as a 'f**k you for killing my flock'

...well, she didn't exactly win that one. but the point is that she tried and was angry enough to do that

tommy Really Really does Not like people touching or being around his wings. At all. if he lets you be around his wings-or even lets you Preen them-then that's him showing a major sign of trust on his end.

that's all i've really got for now! but yeah, i've put a lot of thought into this!! i'm proud of myself for this!!

[frosted-night]

Toothiana Concept Design Review

As promised, I tried to hunt down every single design of her and I think i got them all. (Or at least most.) It’s the Queen’s turn lets go, starting with her book designs!

According to Joyce, this is one of the earliest designs for Tooth. She started out as a suited human and not as a human-bird hybrid. If you squint you can see a widow’s peak/hairline on her head. She gives me more super hero-like vibes in this one and the peacock feathers are interesting! I can’t say I’m a fan of it. Below is another book design I found that is VERY similar to this one, so I grouped them together.

Rating: 4/10 Glad he made her more bird like.

As a bonus, here is the design for Tooth as a child. Her toy there looks almost like a tooth but I have no idea what it actually is. I like how u can see a tiny curl of her hair under the hat. Otherwise I don’t have a lot of thoughts on this one.

Rating: 4/10 Not a fan but this exists I guess. BUT SHE ALSO HAS A SWORD.

A tooth that appears in the Man In The Moon Picture book. (Heh it almost looks like shes hanging onto Aster’s sleeve here.) I just noticed shes got an F symbol on her bag that she has on the belt of her childhood outfit. She looks kinda angelic here ngl. Very wintery colors. Rating: 6/10 Wish she was more colorful just a little bit

THERE SHE IS. THE FINAL BOOK TOOTH. Her feathers are absolutely stunning and the feather-puffy pants combo is  A LOOK(A good one). The only things I got that bother me is how round her head is at the top. If it had longer feathers that stuck out it’d look a little less weird. And one other thing

Ear Feathers?????? Don’t know why but this AINT A VIBE. Rating: 7/10 looks like a queen and the swords are badass

I cannot stress enough how many movie Tooth designs exist so buckle up.

Starting with a mysterious human looking Tooth, this design surfaced from this post 8 years ago. The original poster claimed it wasn’t from the movie credits and I couldn’t find any other trace of this design so it’s dubious at best. However I included it just in case it was in the movies/plans at some point of production. (I’m a little skeptical but oh well.) I do like how her outfit does look similar to real life outfits of her home region and she just looks gorgeous here.

Rating: Dubiously Canon/10

This one feels more stylistic but damb I gotta appreciate how intricate her feathers look. Looks like she’s right out of a storybook and it’s very appealing.

Rating: 6/10 Not many thoughts just love her

A fascinating one I found in my search. This was one of three designs that had Tooth in a mask but if you squint you can see she has a knife/dagger. So she would have had that blade wielding quirk like her book counterpart. She looks a bit more human in this one(At least in my opinion) The little flared collar is a nice touch that I oddly like. She looks like a fairy queen here for sure. She almost reminds me of a fencer Rating: 5/10 Good but too human

The other masked Tooth! There are, a lot of thoughts I have about this one. The colors are GREAT and so are her wings. Her body however reminds me of the suited Tooth design Joyce had drawn up. It looks almost like shes wearing a shirt with holes in it over a pink one and I just don’t know how to feel about it. Something is just off about this one.

Rating: 3/10 Wings r great throw the rest away

Another rare Tooth. She looks very similar to the one above and still has that mask. Or it could just be her actual head and not a mask this whole time! What a twist. Anyway, given the lighting it’s hard to tell what her base colors were but I’ll work with what we got. She’s a little less colorful looking than the other Tooths so it’s a little disappointing. Her wings are still quite impressive in my opinion.

Rating: 5/10 It’s nice but very one note in this concept image color wise

Now this Tooth is an interesting one. She ditched the bird theming all together and is more butterfly themed. She’s more humanoid here but something about this design just hits a sweet spot for me. It’s very simple but I can’t explain it. Also I’m weak for her head covering/hood(?)

Rating: 8/10 Ignore the very blue white haired Sasuke lookin guy in her arms

Excuse the very poor image quality here. I could only find it in this resolution so we gotta squint on this one. This one.. Call me weak but its one of my favorites. Her puffy pants make a return and they look like actual clothes! Her feather-cloak is a nice touch. I *think* this Tooth has hair if you look close but it’s hard to tell. It works in this design oddly works! Rating: 8/10 No complaints! Just that its so JPEGY AAAAA

Oh man Y’all I

Her energy itself is powerful. This Tooth feels older than the final design and has a very seasoned look to her. Call me a simp I DONT CARE. She’s such a queen here and I can’t get over it

She lives in my head rent free and I will never ask her to pay rent. I’ll PAY HER. If I was forced to pick a favorite Tooth, it’s this one. She has fantasy elements and traits that remind me of an Indian Queen.

Rating: 10/10 Y’all already know i simp for this one I dont need to put anything else here.

The final Tooth having gold feathers to imitate jewelry is just as good so I have no complaints about her. Her eyes are absolutely stunning

They sort of remind me of a mosaic with light shining on it or gemstones even. That and her eyelashes are so on point. I fuckin ADORE THEM. No lash glue needed those are all natural baby. Additionally, she’s very humming bird themed(which is excellent) but her wings actually look more like dragon fly wings

Curious since they are one of(if not the) fastest flying insect. It makes sense when you see how fast Tooth can zip around. It never occurred to me until dragonflies came around this season and I watched them closely. Overall I adore this version of her all the same.

Rating: Macabre Queen of Teeth/10

[blooddrinkingbartender]

theotherrookie

"Well, if this didn't work, we'd all have been in for an interesting rest of the week. But I'll make sure to add that you got some common sense back into you to my notes." At least Rook wasn't short on snarky comments. The same couldn't be said about her supplies. She really didn't expect to be doing teamwork again so soon, she would have to improvise. She gave Bill a half shrug while pulling out some of the feathers around her neck. "Sure. It wasn’t nice for either of us to watch unfold something we really thought wouldn’t be happening again, but Russell will be fine. There’s that at least." She knew Lucien agreed that was what mattered the most. "Oh, and for the record, I didn't like having to fight Antonio either. Landing the punch felt nice, sure, but it kinda sucked otherwise." She tilted her head at him as she said that. One punch in the stomach for a metaphorical punch in the gut. They were even for now. "It's no trouble at all. Friends always support each other." Lucien made sure to do just that while Rook finished with her own preparations. The feathers danced around her fingertips before dissolving into a ring of orange and gold particles. Rook gave a nod once it was stable, "Do your thing and I’ll give it a boost."

"I guess that's one way to see it," Antonio said. Even though he didn't really want to think about what might have happened if he had been allowed to carry this on for a week, "I think that's a given as well."

Despite everything, he was kind of glad to hear the sarcastic comments.

"I didn't realise he cared about Russell that much," Bill said, "I knew they were friendly of course. But I didn't realise just how much I suppose. Nah, we don't like fighting people we care about."

"I suppose that does make us somewhat even as well," Antonio agreed, "An eye for an eye and all of that."

"Yes, they, they do," Russell agreed. But sometimes it felt like he wasn't doing enough to support those around them. Not that he could right now. For some reason, he still felt a little bit tired.

Leofric wasted no time in getting to work. He started with the salves, before moving onto the medicine that needed to be taken, and then he used the healing magic that he possessed. When he was done, having made a dent in the injuries everyone had gotten. He then Rook a nod. He could only heal the more minor injuries after all.

"I suppose some have a redemption arc, and I suppose some go in the opposite direction," Antonio said, "On this occasion, you are the better person than me, I won't deny that."

He chuckled a little bit.

"Of course not," Antonio said, drumming a set of sharp claws on the top of his walking cane. When had they appeared? "You think I'm going to miss a rare chance to be something more than what I am now?"

Despite all of his efforts. It appeared that Lucien just couldn't be swayed. Antonio could see it in his face, especially his eyes.

"Heh, of course not," Antonio replied then, "Well, you've made your choice. Seeing as I can't have your mind..."

The green swirling mists disappeared from his eyes, and they instead turned a solid black, like that of a long abandoned tunnel. His teeth appeared sharper, and green energy formed around his hands. He then held one of that out towards Lucien, who might have started to feel a horrible stretching sensation inside of his chest.

"I'm going to have your soul."