#birb is in second place so

[cero-sleep]

Have a birb (white-winged dove)

[ofgentleresolve-a]

blackknight!patrick feeds birds in his free time. he likes feeding pigeons ( and ducks too ) the most ( even though he knows it’s technically not a good idea ), but he’s down to sprinkle black-oil sunflower seeds or cracked corn on the ground for any flock of birds that come by on university grounds/the park/the black knight’s lair.

[gojosatoruwifey]

ㅡglub glub glub glub glub

✑ happy happy happy birthday to our red fishie ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) as usual, this fic is written the day before my finals exam (・ω ・✿)

✿ warning/s: fluff, short, blushy! rafayel is the best rafayel, simps, let me know if i missed something!

✿ character/s: rafayel, fem! reader

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it’s his birthday so you follow what he does that makes your heart skip a beat

rafayel is in for a surprise.

he already suspected that you’re doing something fishy behind his back, especially the date in the calendar that tells him that his birthday is around the corner. a good boyfriend that he is, he will just let you do your thing.

rafayel didn’t, in fact, see this coming. 

the smooch landing on his cheek was so swift that if he didn’t know you’re standing before him, waist bent down as you put your weight to your one arm and the other retrieving a small pillow beside him — he is thinking to check himself into the mental ward, complain to the doctor there that he is having a hallucination of you kissing him randomly and so suddenly at that as he lazily sprawled to the couch, phone in hand.

you, with all your might, maintained a composed face as if you didn’t just copy one of your boyfriend’s cute antics that he is unaware makes your thoughts haywire. rafayel’s gradient stellar eyes stare wide at you, perplexing surprise swirling behind those beautiful pools as he looks up at you from the couch.

a successful cheer erupted inside your mind. satisfied with his reaction, calling forth every cell in your brain to commit his face to memory. rafayel’s reddening cheeks all the way to his ears, doe eyes round and shiny. 

turning on your back with the pillow hugged by your arms, you act like you don’t mind him and continue on your way.

success!

to be honest, when rafayel gets whiny, begging for attention or dragging you to a spontaneous date, it awakens a dormant beast within you.

so, when it’s your turn to act cutesy around him, you’re looking forward to it.

internally, rafayel is losing his mind. whose fault is it? you, who else. what in the world have you been up to? your recent actions have become unpredictable and difficult for him to anticipate.

you're doing it again! he bit his lower lips he’s afraid blood would soon appear as you had a python grip on his arm, pouty and sulky dripping on your voice, “i want that one, win me artsy birb plushie! please? rafayel?”

“i…” where did his usual nonchalant of a bodyguard go.

he felt you get closer, “i will! i will!” rafayel maneuver the claw, his arm still pressed to your body, clinging to him. oblivious to the grin curled on your lips. the heat on his cheeks and ears hasn’t gone away, staying there much to his chagrin.  if he were to glance at the couple in the reflection of the claw machine plush’s glass, he might have not missed it.

another success!

now, onto the last one. you are not so sure how to proceed with this one. it’s not that you’re not confident to pull this move to him but rather, how to make the timing right. should it be on the day? to have better lighting? what of the place? should you hold this in the destiny cafe or at his home or yours? a date is a go-to since you can create a more romantic atmosphere so a date it is, then. you nodded to yourself.

on the other hand, rafayel’s heart will explode the more he lets you hold the reign. it's bad for his health. what will happen to linkon were their precious artist gets sick? he will blame you, really.

if you pull another one…

shit, he curses. it's late morning, brunch, unoccupied second floor with just the two of you, the muffled tappings of laptop keys below, the occasional bell ring when a customer enters and the staff greeting them, the beeping indicator of the hot water in the kitchen, the sound of beans hitting the bottom of the container, the rush of coffee cascaded in a cup.

and the warm sunlight pouring into the table where you two are sitting.

a finger lightly brushed the strands of his hair near his eyes. rafayel watches mutely. the words he has been practicing and the dramatic actions he thought last night are gone in an instant. you move away from the strays as you make eye contact with him, muttering, “there. i can see you better. don’t look down like that or you will hurt your neck.”

red bursts completely all over his face. steam coming out of his head.

“what’s the matter with you? you look like reddie.”

k.o!

[glassesfreekjr]

Can we analyse Tulin for a bit?

Apart from being the keet birb boy, perhaps what makes his character so enthralling is how it so brilliantly reflects and offers commentary on the influences that have shaped him.

Whether that be Revali, his father Teba, and ESPECIALLY Link. Hell, it's no wonder that Link & Tulin have garnered such a sibling dynamic. Tulin essentially IS Link, from a time before the burden of responsibility and pain caused Link to cave in on himself pre-Breath of the Wild.

Right down to the veteran warrior father figure (Link's father was captain of the guard) and their acceptance of a newfound legacy out of forthright integrity. Tulin, at this point in his life, has yet to give himself away until there's nothing of him left to give, and let's pray he never needs to.

But Tulin would do that in a heartbeat, if called upon. He is very much his father's son.

You can see it in how archtypical childish spunk is tempered, like steel, by Teba's down-to-earth bluntness and sheer work ethic.

(BTW I wonder if Link sees his own father in Teba? That'd check out.)

But what caught me most pleasantly off-guard is Tulin's skepticism, which has become one of his most compelling traits for me. It's not something you would expect.

He did not believe that the Stormwind Ark existed, and while ultimately proven wrong, it frankly wasn't an illogical assumption to make. Tulin clearly thought through that opinion. He'd also grown frustrated that the Rito placed their faith on a songbook miracle — a eucatastrophe, if you will — instead of something more concrete like personal skill or, say, Link's whole-ass existence.

The second Link arrived and offered his aid, Tulin accepted his help without hesitation. He turned his skepticism inward to reevaluate his own tenets. And it's as a duo that they brought about said eucatastrophe through no one's strength but their own. They are siblings, Your Honor. Aryll 2.0

(If Revali had been blessed with a support network saying "it's okay to accept help. no man is an island," doubtless he still would have perished in Vah Medoh. But there would be less of an ego to shatter. He would have faced death with less blind panic and more dignity. And most importantly, he'd have other people to bolster the wind beneath his wings during his short life. (At the very least, Revali would not have as big an ass not be as big an ass, just as Tulin would be a different person without his family.)

dammit quaquaval you have RUINED me

Also, one thing that everyone seems to miss is just how deceptively intelligent Tulin turns out to be. This kid fuckin' knows his stuff. His mastery of aerodynamics beyond the instinctual is almost on par with Revali at such a young age. And how many precision headshots has his avatar saved your ass with, don't lie.

He somehow managed to follow his father back through time. Tulin can see Koroks.

It's not the same kind of passion-fuelled intellect as, say, Zelda has. More of an unyeilding conviction to learn all he can and put it into practice. About as understated a quality as Yunobo's inexplicable business acumen and economic sense.

As his mother Saki put it, for Tulin to develop as an individual, he needs to experience more of reality and its hardships. Shooting bullseyes and improving one's flying prowess / wind magic can't contend with genuine combat. True to her word, Tulin had to experience mistakes firsthand, and critically examine his own naïve ways of thinking in order to take those necessary steps.

...

So then, uh, is it wrong for me to wish something horrible upon him, if only to witness the positive character growth that springs from it? Tulin isn't the sort who'll shatter under pressure, like Revali did at the end of his life, or like Link did under the weight of expectation. Buckle, yes — but not break. Tulin's steadfast conviction, inherited from his father and guided by the people he loves, would assuredly see him through.

In any event, his Hero's Journey isn't close to over. I'd be curious to see Tulin at its conclusion.

tl;dr I wanna Emesis Blue his bitch-ass, AITA?

[xiaoscarasimp]

Horny Drabble 3-Take Me By My Wings

This was requested by a friend of mine

Fun fact: tried to take birb mating behaviors into consideration while writing this

CS: AFAB! reader birdgirl! reader, mild dub-con on both sides, doggy style, fingering, pet names, corruption kink (slight) (I prob missed something tbh)

MDNI

To him, you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Between your raven black wings that sprouted flawlessly from your back, to the way your eyes lit up when talking about something that you had found recently, it was all so alluring to him. All he wanted to do was corrupt you, to make your eyes light up with lust instead, to make those wings flutter with pleasure. All he had to do was get close enough to him so that you’d let him inside that tiny cage of a world you dearly called “yours.” 

Your perfect wings were splayed out behind you while your friend, Scaramouche, stroked them gently. The motions sent tingles down your spine and through your groin, although you weren't sure what they meant yet. He kept murmuring about how soft they were and how much he'd want to stroke them forever. Scaramouche sits you upright to explore your wings even more, stroking the outside gently. 

“You really do have the best wings,” He breathed into your back. His hands leave your wings and grab onto your hips and thumbs start rubbing circles on your lower back. You tried to jerk away from the unknown sensation but his strong hands kept you in place.

Hia hands move along your back, rubbing and kneading at your skin. For some reason, a weird sound came out of your mouth, and you covered it to make sure no more embarrassing sounds came out. Smirking, Scaramouche removes your hand from your mouth and you try to bite your tongue a bit to prevent any more moans from slipping past your lips. 

“Just let it out, my little bird,” He cooed in your ear. Your face was turning redder and redder by the second. While you weren't sure what these tingles along your spine were, they weren't unpleasant. 

Scaramouche’s hands reach around, one to start groping your breast and the other wraps around your waist and fingers trail down towards your now damp pussy. A little whimper left your lips as he massaged your breast, playing with the fleshy mound through your bra. His fingers traced the outline that was your nipple. His other hand played with your folds through your wet panties. 

“S-Scara.” You let his name slip past your lips. “I-It feels weird. What are you d-doing to me?” 

“Hush, my chick.” He rubs circles in your crotch, soaking your panties even further. “Just let me take care of you. It doesn't hurt does it?” 

You shook your head, although you weren't sure what to make of the sensations. The groomed wings on your back start to flutter, ruffling the feathers against the raven haired man as they did; it felt like you had no control of your body. As he rubbed tighter and tighter circles against your clit, you felt your body tense up, a coil forming in your stomach. You turn your head to face him and stare briefly at his lush lips before planting little pecks at them. Scaramouche returned the favor by grabbing your head and grabbing your hair to hold you there to deepen the kiss by nipping at your bottom lip. Dissatisfied with a few nips, he thrust his tongue into your mouth; he wanted to taste you.

It was like your world had lit on fire. The taste of him on your lips was almost too much. But the taste of him in your mouth was too much. You unconsciously grind yourself against his long, delicate fingers and before long the coil in your stomach starts to come undone. Your wings flutter and flutter and tense up before finally releasing as you cum on his fingers. As you came, some feathers had exploded from your wings.

“Oh, done already, are we?” He smirks; he wasn't done yet. 

Feathers had spread in a circle all around you and the feathers that were still in your wings were frayed. Scaramouches hands go straight to your panties and manage to slip them off in one swoop, leaving your heated pussy exposed to the cold air. You whine as the cold air hits it, wishing for it to be warm.

Scaramouches' cat-like grin grew even wider as the noises you were making. His hands leave you and start running up and down your spine. Your already over-stimulated nervous system lit up in almost painful fireworks. You remembered someone telling you never let someone rub your back unless you were close to them, but that warning was in the back of your mind; all you could think about was how the tingles went from your spine to your crotch. 

“S-scara,” you lewdly moan. “No, not t-there.” At this point, you were a stuttering, babbling mess. Eyes half lidded with lust, you turn your entire body around and pull him in closer to you with your wings. Your body was moving in its own, pushing him down to the ground while your wings enveloped him. Scaramouche's trapped hands try to stroke your spine even more, but the cocoon was too tight. 

You started grinding on his clothed erection, desperate to soothe the itching down there. Desperate to feel inside of you, he tries his best to try and get free to pull down his pants, but ultimately, something in your brian snaps and pulls them down for him. There was a lewd expression on your face, one of lust and want but also a tad of teasing in the mix as well. Once Scaramouche’s underwear slips past his leaking cock, a curious expression came across your face,

Feeling a bit nice, you decided to loosen the cocoon a bit, allowing yourself freedom to explore his body. You tried to pinch it in between your fingers along with trying to stroke the slit. Each inexperienced movement with your hands had him moaning. Your clumsy, trembling hands worked their way down the shaft and cup the two round balls at the base, Scaramouches moans reaching a high pitch.

“H-Hey,” Scaramouche managed to slip out. “Thought this was your f-first ti-” He was cut off by you roughly kissing him, tongue thrusting in his mouth, although it wasn't like you could hear him through your fever pitch lust.          

“Shut up,” you growled in his mouth; the vibrations sent him reeling. After a few moments, you release him long enough to climb on all fours, shaking your wet pussy in his face.

“Hurry up and take me.”

He didn't need a second invitation. Scaramouche stood up and aligned his cock with your needy hole and plunged deep inside. You whimpered at the sudden fullness, a sound that was music to his ears.   He stroked your back, hands making their way up to your sensitive wings. A little tug on the base sent your senses reeling, fireworks of pleasure lighting up your brain. 

He started thrusting once you had adjusted, hitting that just right spot deep inside of you. You fall over because your arms couldn't support you any longer, leaving your face pressed against the floor. The view of your wings splayed out beside you, ass shaking with each thrust almost made him cum immediately after entering you. His thrusts start to get sloppy and the grasp on your wings gets tighter and tight before eventually you clench so hard on his cock that you milk him dry before cumming yourself. 

“Was that good, my little bird?” He asked, dick still deep inside you, preventing any from spilling out 

You nodded, clearly spent. Wings drooped beside you, exhausted from earlier orgasms. He strokes your wings once more, whispering in your ears you'll be begging to do that again soon.

[minecraftbookshelf]

I just have Thoughts about Limited Life!Grian and Solidarity and how they both are so often characterized as birbs and how they both fell to their final deaths and just.

Of course they fell. Of course they aren't as careful around high places as their friends.

Why do you need to fear falling when, outside of death games, you can fly?

Is it any surprise that, in the heat of the moment, they forget for a second that their wings are bound?

[cloudster-clown]

I redesigned birb man’s final evolution again. I felt that his previous one was too overdesigned and his second evolution doesn’t transition well to the old design. There isn’t much of a difference other than a few things, which is one of the reasons I decided to redesign him in the first place so that it isn’t too much for me YesYes

[eynnwwyjth]

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Ravnfaye's thank you event

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Hello everyone! Firstly, I want to thank all of you lovelies for your support and friendship! Posting my art and content is pretty fun but also nerve-racking. But this sweet community of people that I've met have made me feel so blessed and grateful.

So because of that, I wanted to give you all a lil present! As you can see, I am doing a *insert drumroll* art raffle! This really is a thank you to my moots and followers for all the smiles you bring my way!

Anyway, enough with the rambling, here is the info! <3

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How to enter and extra info:

Firstly, to even be considered in this, you need to be a follower of mine (as it is a thank you to my followers)

To enter, you need to comment or reblog (and to make it more fun) with a blurb about your favorite character atm and why you like them (cheesy I know but hush)

1 entry per person/blog

Ends September 10th

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[lunathebee]

Pairing: Marc Spector x  florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)

Warning: fluff (no I mean, me trying to write fluff for the first time), Steven loves his burrito, Layla doesn't exist just for the sake of this story

A/n: THIS IS PART 1, I repeat PART 1 😭😭😭 Istg I messed up some stuff and I have no choice but to write a bit more and call it a day, I am terribly sorry, part 2 will be post soon!

Summary: For the first time ever, Steven might be better at talking to a girl than Marc, but that doesn't mean Marc just gonna stand and watch him does so.

Steven is chewing down on a vegan burrito, talking to Gus about how his day at the museum went when suddenly Marc speaks up. "Steven, since when do you like flowers so much?"

It was a totally random and offset question for Steven, but not for Marc though, he is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it in the most subtle way.

"Oh whut? You mean those books? They're not mine, Y/n was kind enough to let me borrow it, nice to learn something besides just alien and Egyptian mythology init?" Steven smiles when mentioning your name, taking another big bite from the burrito while Marc is still starting at the big pile of books about floriography.

"And... who is Y/n?" Marc asked while trying his best to be clueless, of course he knows Y/n; she owns a small flower shop on the road where Steven takes the bus to work every day, always looking so perfect and flawless at 7 a.m.

Sometimes Marc feels a teeny tiny bit guilty about how he takes over the body whenever the bus gets near to Y/n's flower shop, and after a few seconds of staring, hoping to see you, he gave the body back to Steven, leaving the British man confused like a deer in front of a headlight.

"Oh Y/n is this absolutely wonderful florist that I met when I tried to find some flowers for my first date that... didn't go quite as well as you remember..." To be honest, Steven just wants to eat his burrito in peace and finish it quickly, but if the topic is about Y/n and not Khonsu then he would be glad to join in.

"Ah well then, I was wondering if you could introduce --- " Marc's voice starts to fade out because Steven is too into the burrito.

But wait, why is he eating this burrito so fast in the first place? Steven thinks to himself for a moment, and the memory of Donna talking to him floods into his mind, making him yell out. "OH BLOODY HELL, DONNA PUT ME ON INVENTORY TONIGHT, I gotta go now talktoyoulaterMarc!!" Steven bolted out the door, clutching his work bag, leaving Marc *behind* disappointed; perhaps he could continue this conversation with Steven over the weekend?

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"No way... Marc, are you serious? You have a crush on Y/n?!" Steven can't believe what Marc has told him, this is even more shocking than the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.

"That is a childish way to say how a man is interested in a woman Steven, and I swear if you laugh at me-"

"No no no, why would I? Wow, good for you mate. I thought you would stick to fighting forever! With that silly old birb Khonsu, am I right Gus? " Steven exclaimed while sprinkling some fish food into the tank and missed how annoyed Marc looked.

'Tch, gimme a break' Marc thinks to himself while thinking about what Steven has said. Did he really spend that much time being an avatar? To the point where he gets lovestruck and doesn't even know how to talk to a girl?

"The main point is are you gonna introduce me to her or not?"

Steven feels strange after hearing Marc say that, what now? A guy who is not afraid of fighting and blood is scared of this sweet florist girl? "Why don't you just... introduce YOURSELF to her? Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain to her that you and I are basically the same, but at the same time we are not, bit odd init?"

Steven has a point though, it would be harder and more confusing if he told you about Marc. It seems like the only option left is for Marc to say hi to you himself (even if he wants to or not). God, how Marc wishes Monday would just come soon so he can meet you.

[kazuwhora]

— OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN

⨳ WARNINGS. gn!reader, sub!hawks, pirate!au, captain!hawks, first mate!reader, pegging, handjob (m!receiving), cumplay, whiny hawks needs his first mate to ease his stress <3

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⨳ NOTE. commission for my birb @blondbirb hehehe I will never ever say no to more hawks content especially sub!hawks. also tagging @decayish heheh

THERE'S ALWAYS BEEN a stoic element of hawks that leads him into the position of command— one that laces with his humor, and intertwines with the stray minds of those that follow him, captivating them and drawing them into his control. it seems to come so easy for him, this role of leadership. some days, you watch the way he commands the ship, or the way his subordinates fall into place under his command, like clockwork, and you can’t help but wonder if he was meant for the role— meant to be the captain of one of the most notorious groups of pirates on the sea.

but there’s something not everyone sees. something reserved only for his first mate.

it’s subtle— fleeting and delicate, and it seems to pass under the radar in a moment’s notice. it’s a vulnerability, a soft spot that he fails to admit, and the more he suppresses it, the worse it seems to get.

keigo has never been one to open up, either. he’s never been easy to crack, or one to express his weaknesses. he’s never taken the liberty of admitting his faults, no less accepting the support he so desperately craves when the days get long, and the nights even longer.

at least not until you came around.

now, that softness that dwells in his heart only seems to swell the more you stick around. having you at his side, letting him come to you when the weight of his responsibilities seems to crack his psyche, is a treasure he could never give up. you’re his weakness and his stability, but most importantly, his escape.

there’s a tiny light that twinkles in his eye when he steps down for the night. it simmers in the darkness, nearly swallowed by the old creaky boards of the ship that rock and moan with the waves of the ocean.

as he retreats down the stairs below deck, the sound of footsteps and lively chatter hum from above, and he can’t help but wish he had the energy to join.

“hey” you speak below your breath as you watch him drag his feet along the floor.

to anyone else, he’d be pitiful. but to you, there’s nothing but honor that resides in your chest as he trudges through across the room, and slips into the bench beside you. keigo’s arms lean on the table below him, and he resists his head against them as he stares back up at you as the twinkle in his eye begins to dull itself.

there’s an unspoken bond between you— words exchanged through expressions and prolonged gazes that never need to be spoken into the air. it preserves his ego— yet nurtures his heart all the same.

“hey” is all he says back— his voice is low, and his lips rest with a soft smile as he eases himself into comfort the faster the seconds pass.

the way the dim flicker of the lamp illuminates his face reminds you of the gentle demeanor that pulled you towards him the first time you met. he looks so pretty like this, and you can’t help but tuck the stray pieces of sandy blond hair behind his ear as he watches you carefully. but the more your hands trace the edges of his face, the more his cheeks begin to flush with a soft blush as he chews on his lip with anticipation. the brush of your fingertips feels electric against his skin— tiny waves of energy spread across his skin the closer you get, until your fingers prop his chin up just enough for you to press a gentle kiss against his lips.

words aren’t needed like this— he doesn’t need to tell you he needs you. he doesn’t need to say the words. they flow through the energy between you, resting in the back of your mind and his hands grip the collar of your shirt as he pulls you closer.

his wings tend to shudder when he’s flustered— that much you know, but there’s something that ignites in your chest every time a tiny feather falls to the ground beside you, and drives you to want more. the desire that dwells in the back of his mind drips to his chest like honey— thickening the knot in his heart the closer he pulls you.

“kei—” you pause, breaking kiss to watch the way his eyes seem to glow under the dim light of the room.

his eyes are trained to your lips, occasionally wandering to the side of your neck where he’s so desperate to taste— but you know him better, and tilt his chin up until he’s forced to watch your gaze.

“come” you whisper, slipping yourself out from the other side of the rounded bench, and watching as he follows like a puppy.

what was once a strong, established captain quickly becomes putty in your hands the second the door to his room closes behind you. what was once your superior, stoic and demanding, is so easily diminished to nothing but a desperate slut as you push him to the bed with a smirk that never leaves your lips.

“you want it, dont you?” you tease, as the rise and fall of his chest becomes quicker and more obvious the more you make him wait.

hawks seems to avoid an answer, looking away as his face flushes red with embarrassment.

“go on” you taunt, once again lifting his chin with your thumb as you lean over where he sits on the edge of the bed. “beg for it, kei”

his face is so red you think he might explode— but he looks so cute, pathetic, desperate, and too shy to ask for what he really wants.

he is the captain, afterall.

“p-please” he stutters, hiding the look of shame on his face as he escapes your gaze and looks away. “I… need it…”

it really is the best he can do— he may be a needy slut, but he’s still got his pride.

“touch yourself for me then, yeah?” you leave him desperate on the edge of the bed, left to fend for himself as you pull open the drawer beside the bed that stores your toys. keigo watches as you take his favourite strap from its soft silky bag, and he’s nearly mesmerized as he watches you lift your skirt just enough for the harness to fit around your body. “you can do that, can’t you captain?”

hawks is quick to undress, slipping his linen pants away leaving only his baggy white shirt to give him some sort of cover. goosebumps freckle his skin the further his hand trails, leaving his breath shaky as he can’t help but notice the way you stare with a devious smile.

“that’s it” you coo, watching as his hand wraps around his cock with every quickened breath.

he doesn’t want to wait— he wants it now, but hawks is a slave to your command and he knows he wont get what he wants until you get it first. you can’t help but giggle as you watch. there’s something about the bitterness that hides behind his eyes mixed with the desperation that bubbles over his mind that you can’t keep yourself away from.

he watches you like a hawk the closer you come, hand still wrapped around his length as you stroke your strap with lube. you don’t give him much time before your legs straddle either side of his body.

adrenaline courses through his veins— it makes his heart beat faster and faster the longer you make him wait. he just wants to let go— to let you take over just like you always do. he wants to forget, and let go of his stress as you sink your cock inside him. he wants it so bad, and he’s nearly begging for it with each passing second.

“come on already” keigo whines. he might be your sub, but he’s still a brat at heart. “please”

you barely give him any warning before your arms hook around his legs as you pull him flush against your body, strap teasing his hole as he stutters and whines with shock.

“you asked for it, captain” you nearly giggle, pushing the tip of your strap further and further until his whines turn to whimpers and whimpers turn to messy, loud moans as you bottom out inside of him.

you can’t help but notice the way his wings struggle under his weight as you roll your hips into him. he’s never been good at taking your cock— he squirms and whines far too much for your liking, but the way his wings shudder and shed with every thrust nearly makes up for it. seeing the way your body makes him feel is enough to make you push him further and further, until his fingers dig into your shoulders and you’re pulled flush against his chest.

“kei” you hum, snickering against his lips as he desperately searches for more contact. he needs it— he needs to get closer to you, it’s not enough. he needs more. always more and more and more. “so desperate for me, hmm?”

hawks doesn’t stop to talk— he needs you so bad. he needs you closer, close enough to melt his thought away into the atmosphere. his hands are desperate, clawing at your skin as you give in to his desperation, and the tiny whimpers that slip from his lips the deeper you force your cock inside him nearly makes your head spin.

“fuck baby” you whisper, moving your hips at a steady pace as his pants grow faster and faster. “that’s a good boy, takin’ my strap so well huh?”

he can’t help but frown as frustration takes over. he wants you to focus on what you’re doing— not him, and yet even still your words seem to bewitch him like a spell he can’t quite break away from on his own.

“just…” he stops, pulling you by the collar of your shirt until your forehead presses against his. “make me cum.. please”

your eyes roll at his demands. even with your cock buried deep inside him, he still wants to give you attitude. you’ll just have to teach him a lesson on keeping his mouth shut.

“mkay” you hum, watching with lust filled eyes as he tilts his head back against the bed and closes his eyes. his fist is still wrapped around his cock, stroking gently with every gentle shift of your hips— but he wants more, and who are you to deny your captain’s needs? “just dont complain to me tomorrow”

he barely nods before your hips pick up pace, skin slapping against his body with every forceful thrust that nearly makes his heart stop. watching the way his face heats up with overwhelm, and the way his fist tightens around his cock the harder you fuck him makes your body tingle— watching him get pushed and pushed farther and farther to the edge of his pleasure, watching his body tense and jolt all because of you, makes your head begin to spin. all you want is to make him forget about his problems— to hear him whimper and cry, all because of you. to be his escape, like you always have been.

“fuck” he hisses, keeping you pulled against his chest as his breaths grow shakier and filled with adrenaline. “d-don’t stop, please”

“don’t stop, huh?” you ask, swatting his hand away from his cock and replacing it with yours. “you gonna cum for me, captain?”

he doesn’t want to admit it— he’d be burned at the stake if anyone ever found out, but keigo can’t get enough. he can’t get enough of the way your body moves in synch with his, or the way you tease and taunt him just enough for his mind to flood with desperation the more you push him. all he can manage is a shameful nod, burying his face into the sheets beside him as your hand pumps his cock in unison with the thrusts of your strap.

“then do it”

hawks isnt one for taking orders, but hearing your demands nearly makes his heart beat out of his chest, and the tension in his core tightens and tightens until he finally snaps under you.

his moans are soft and sweet— he nearly whimpers as his body jolts and squirms, and you can’t help but giggle as you watch his cock twitch with ropes of his cum staining his shirt and stomach.

“what a good boy” you hum, slowing your hips to a slow roll as he gasps for breath and struggles against your hold on him. you can’t help but swirl his cum in circles across his skin, giggling as he jolts and whines for you to stop. “wanna taste?”

keigo’s eyes go wide as he watches you scoop his cum with your fingers, dangling the sticky strings that web your fingers in front of his mouth as he shakes his head and struggles beneath you.

you shrug, pulling the your cock away as he stutters and whines at the loss of contact “hmmm, too bad then, maybe next time you’ll be brave enough for me”

hawks only sneers, huffing with annoyance as he grumbles under his breath “shut up.” but despite the avoidance of your gaze, or the grumbled sounds of complaints, hawks couldn’t ask for a better first mate, and that much you know at least.

[captainmera]

I cant believe I gone this far into the Caleb fic without realizing flapjack isn't present lol, when do you plan on bringing the best boy into the story? Is he gonna be Caleb's emotional support birb ? What's you headcannons on the lil rascal ?

I want Evelyn to give him some palistrom wood, once she hears of his passion for woodwork. :)

I want Evelyn and Caleb to encourage one another in areas where the other is a little insecure.

Some character arc thoughts: SO SPOILERS

Caleb starts off as a depressed pessimist who feels stuck in life and powerless. Like this is all he'll ever be and that there's no point in having dreams when they're unrealistic.

His dream being to tell stories, make figurines for those stories (as he can't write or read) and give the figurines to people who feel touched by the story the figure is in. He wants to bring his own kind of magic to people, the kind that can bring people out of the dark headspace he's in - which are stories of various types. Stories helps him escape and feel like there are good things after a hard journey - that then, perhaps, the same is true for him.

He dismisses his dream because he feels like it's just.. not true. He's just being a dreamer.

Subsequently, of course, Evelyn thinks that sounds a lot like how Palistrom carvers work, a profession that's very scarce in the demon realm as it takes someone with a lot of heart and imagination (and willingness to give away that love) to create unique palismen.

Caleb needs someone to unchain him from the ground he's fasten himself too out of fear of floating too far into the sky. He's allowed to fly.

And Evelyn,

I haven't had the chance to go into her yet, as this story is mostly (right now) told from Caleb's POV.

But Evelyn is a powerful witch and very talented. People often say she's wasting her time doing research on something as useless as the human realm. That her potential isn't reached. She's an extrovert, who wants friends, but they take advantage of her for being powerful and well-known for that. (Kinda like Gus!)

She has no genuine friends. But she cares so much, and means so well, and keeps getting let down.

I want for Evelyn to make Caleb realise he's not powerless, that his dream isn't silly or even unachievable. That he's allowed, actually, to break away from the strict rules. He can be the flamboyant exccentric who tells stories if he wants to be.

I want for Caleb to show Evelyn that she's not just her talents. He has no context of why or how she's "wasting her potential", he thinks she's amazing. Not because she's poweful, but because her heart inspires him. To him, she's fun, she's free, he likes her in places where others find her annoying (but feigns not to be to stay in her favour). Caleb is forward with her, has been from the start. She needs someone to grab her arm and ground her a bit, not to chide her, but because they care and know that she'll be upset if it doesn't go the way she thought.

They level each other that way. :)

And I want them to have fun with each other, be playful and snarky, honest and... Because of how they met and started, they have no reason to not be honest.

SO, AS FOR FLAPJACK!!!

I wanted him to carve him, after Caleb dares to open up a bit more.

And because he's a human, like Luz (and I guess Hunter??), he's limited on what kinda magic he can do. So flying, mainly, and maybe zip-zaps. But to him, that's incredible.

And also terrrifying. Because that makes him a witch. But also, now he has a buddy he can babble on and on with.

"NO DON'T, AGH, STOP! You can't follow me around! People will think you're a familiar!! ... Actually, do you know what kinda flowers Ev likes?? Can you make flowers? No? Hm.. Help me find flowers then."

Kinda like how Hunter panics at first and is all SHOO SHOO and then ten seconds later babbles his heart out to the bird.

Flapjack becomes one of those emotional support animals. lol.

[fdelopera]

Two Moon Knight Headcanons for Pesach…

As we prepare to sit down for the second night Seder, as we prepare to dip our karpas in salt water and eat charoset and maror, here are two Moon Knight headcanons, one sweet and one bitter. These are in remembrance of tears and sweat and blood, but also in celebration of the freedom from the “Pharaohs” that hold us captive…

1st Pesach headcanon:

This Seder takes place a few years after the events in 2025 (Jewish year 5785). The MK System have had more time for system communication, and Jake starts reaching out to them. They're celebrating Pesach, all crowding near the front. And this night (unfortunately the same as most other nights), Khonshu shows up unannounced and uninvited. So predictable. After all, he's a "I am feel uncomfortable when we are not about me" kind of birb.

Pesach celebrates the Jewish people's escape from slavery in Egypt. And Khonshu is, of course, an Egyptian deity, still holding a Jewish system captive.

The irony is not lost on Steven.

So the MK System are reclining at the Pesach table. Layla's there too. Steven is reading from the Haggadah, and they get to the recitation of the 10 Plagues.

Steven starts listing off the Plagues, placing a drop of wine on the plate for each to remember the suffering of the Egyptian people, and as he does, he makes full eye contact with Khonshu.

“Water turning to blood ... frogs ... lice ... wild beasts ... pestilence of the livestock…”

And Khonshu starts feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

Finally, Steven gets to the plague of "boils" and Khonshu has had enough. He gets up from the table and makes some moon-related excuse (since of course Pesach starts on a full moon). Then he gets really tiny, and woosh! He just nopes right out of there. Layla and Steven breathe a sigh of relief, while Marc and Jake can relax a little. There will be more than enough time for Khonshu’s shenanigans after Pesach is over.

2nd Pesach headcanon:

This headcanon is from their childhood. It seems likely that Steven was around for a lot of their Hebrew studies. The extreme cognitive and emotional dissonance of having to pretend to be a "good Jewish boy" from a good family in Hebrew school was not safe for Marc or Jake. Plus, Steven was always interested in historical languages, and so whenever they're in a Jewish context like at Shabbat service or Hebrew school, or celebrating some semblance of a Jewish holiday at home, Steven is often triggered front.

But one Pesach, Steven isn't out. It isn't safe. Wendy has been trying to keep up appearances, making some attempt at kashering the kitchen. But this year, it's just led to more screaming. It's the last year that she even attempts to prepare for Pesach.

Then in a last ditch effort to salvage the holiday, Elias reaches out to a cousin, and they get invited over for the Seder.

This tía and tío don’t know the extent of what goes on in the Spector house. But the tía welcomes them in, and she is kind to Jake. He doesn’t even mind that she calls him Marc. It’s enough to have a place that is safe from the yelling.

The MK System are maybe thirteen or fourteen at this point. And since the tía's children are all older, in their late teens, she asks "Marc" as the youngest child to ask the Four Questions.

But Jake is fronting today. And Jake doesn't know Hebrew. (That's Steven's thing.)

The Haggadah has a Hebrew transliteration, but even with that, Jake stumbles through. He tries his best to wrap his tongue around the unfamiliar words.

Jake begins by asking the question:

Mah nishtanah halailah hazeh mikol haleilot?

(How is this night different from all other nights?)

Then he asks the Four Questions:

1. Sheb'chol haleilot anu ochlin chametz umatzah, halailah hazeh, kuloh matzah.

(On all other nights, we eat leavened foods and matzah. Why on this night, only matzah?)

2. Sheb'chol haleilot anu ochlin sh'ar y'rakot, halailah hazeh, maror.

(On all other nights, we eat all vegetables. Why, on this night, bitter herbs?)

3. Sheb'chol haleilot ein anu matbilin afilu pa'am echat; halailah hazeh, sh'tei f'amim.

(On all other nights, we don't dip our food even once. Why on this night do we dip twice?)

4. Sheb'chol haleilot anu ochlin bein yoshvin uvein m'subin; halailah hazeh, kulanu m'subin.

(On all other nights, we eat either sitting upright or reclining. Why on this night do we all recline?)

Jake stammers, and repeats words, and tries his best to dig into the memories that he knows are there somewhere. The memories of ... someone learning this at shul. Even though his memory of their Hebrew school is so hazy. It’s just disjointed images, and the remembrance of muffled voices as if he’s underwater, as someone else goes through the motions of studying. But he’s always watchful, in case one of the bullies in class starts making fun of their rumpled clothes and mess of unkempt curls, and the way that they quietly rock in their chair and fiddle with the cuffs of their shirtsleeves. Jake is great at making escapes from bullies and finding places to hide ... and when push comes to shove, his arms and legs are proficient at punching, kicking, thrashing...

Right now, Jake wants to run and hide. He is terrified that he's messed up. He’s terrified that the tía is going to yell at him. Or worse, that Wendy is going to start in on him. The expectation is clearly that he should be able to pronounce the Hebrew words fluently.

But to his surprise, the tía tells him, "Thank you, Marc. Good job." And she smiles at him.

That little gesture of kindness makes him want to cling to her. To beg her to stay at her home, at least for that night. He dreads going back. Wendy looks displeased with his performance, and Elias looks worried, and Jake is sure he's going to hear about it when they get back to the house.

But for those few hours celebrating the Jewish people's escape from slavery, Jake feels relatively safe. His tía and tío will protect him while he's a guest in their home.

That night, Jake realizes something profound. He realizes that Wendy is his Pharaoh.

At Pesach, we Jews are often asked to think about who is the "Pharaoh" in our life. Who or what is it that is keeping us trapped? And what are some ways to break those chains that bind?

Jake understands that Wendy is the one keeping him in chains. And in that moment, like Moses, he starts looking for ways to escape captivity. There's got to be a way out, a Red Sea that will part for him. On that night, Jake starts making plans for extraction.

Throughout their life, I imagine that Pesach would resonate with Jake. And it is not a decision he takes lightly to stay bound to Khonshu after Marc and Steven are freed. It's for their protection, but at what cost? The bonds of servitude are never worth it. And Jake knows that at some point, he's going to have to start making extraction plans again.

[lindentreeisle]

I think the birbs may have finally made the transition to living in the big cage. I didn't originally intend for it to take this long- at first, I wanted to give them a chance to practice moving around the larger space and be sure they were comfortable with it, since when I brought them home it was obvious they did not have the climbing skills they need to move around the larger space with clipped wings. Then, I was trying to encourage them to venture into the cage on their own because they aren't comfortable being carried yet and I don't want to do a lot of grabbing. I placed a perch between the cages and targeted them onto it to encourage them to realize they could cross.

It wasn't until a couple days ago, when it occurred to me that I could position the cage doors facing each other so there was a gap of only a few inches, that there started to be progress. Beep crossed the gap back and forth numerous times, but Duck was too intimidated. Eventually she figured out how to climb to the top of the small cage but she would still stand on the threshold hesitating. (In the second photo, Beep has crossed back over to encourage Duck.) Then it occurred to me to use that wooden ladder to create a more horizontal link between the small cage and a perch in the big one, and Duck joined Beep. They seem perfectly comfortable and are showing no apparent interest in going back to the small cage, so I've moved their water and food across and suspect they'll be spending the night.

Two more facts of note:

I've had a major setback with Duck. They started hiding from me when I came in the room, and I figured I must have done something to scare them without realizing. Then they started engaging in a weird behavior. Trying to figure out what a weird bird behavior means is like trying to diagnose yourself on WebMD, any individual behavior can mean anything from "absolutely nothing" to "go to the hospital NOW." Gauging bird health is a combination of zoology and copromancy, and it's difficult even when you've known the bird for years and are intimately familiar with all their behaviors. Watching Duck closely and trying to decide if this weird behavior combined with the hiding indicated A Concern, I saw a flash of reddish-brown when they stretched a wing that scared the hell out of me. Convinced I needed to be sure they did not have a wound on their wing, I caught them with my hand to check. It ended up being nothing, fortunately (apparently Duck has a band of reddish coloring across their wing feathers that is only visible with spread wings) but of course it shattered whatever trust we had managed to build. I will rebuild but it's frustrating to be back at square one and it makes me sad- having a beloved pet be afraid of you is such a terrible feeling.

I've been playing music for the birds when I'm away, as I always did for Raz, thinking they might like the noise- they do seem more likely to chatter along if there's something playing. But I think I've discovered something interesting, which is that they are far more likely to respond to prolonged human speech than music. I do a lot of cross stitch (took it up just before last Christmas, and just now I'm working on a very large project) and I like to sit in the office and listen to podcasts or watch youtube videos. They seem to really enjoy narration...wondering if I should load some spoken word recordings or podcasts onto the phone I use as a music player for them.

[withinthecode]

What happened or why isn't the Suren compound safe to get too?

-birb

The Suren compound is the safest place for the Droid-raised. Suren is located in the Morun Valley, and as such is not easily accessible. There are two ways into the valley; the main road and hiking over the mountains. The glacier covered mountains.

The problem with the road is that as Suren is technically not part of Kyarr, despite being located within the boundaries of the country. Suren is considered an independent City-State, and so the road has a checkpoint. Elena and Leo would not be able to get through.

The problem with the mountain route is pretty obvious I think. A 14-18 year-old and a 3-7 year-old are not able to do that independently.

You didn't ask but i'm telling you more about the compound:)

So basically, it is the last holding. All of the second gen, and most of the first gen who take care of them or are active with The Wires(so most of them) live there. Its a pretty big building, like can house around 40 people and everyone gets their own room, plus communal spaces, areas for planning, a courtyard, and a small detention center.

Around 25 Droid-raised live there full time, with most of the Secrets(excluding Arsaa, Triv, Jaz, Jax, and Anipr) and all of the Knowns, once they reach it.(well... except for Ian). Its a happy building full of life and love, and it's loud to say the least. it matters not at all that some of the people living there are in their 30s, they all behave like children(most of the time).

There is also a small school(think around 15 kids per grade, k-12), but that is on the outskirts of the compound and is not fully run by The Wires. Most of the kids there are from the surrounding city area, but somehow related to The Wires. It's not a traditional school, in that the classes are divided by ability not age, and people move around depending on the subject.

The entire city-state of Suren knows its there, who lives there, and what they do, but they would never reveal it to Kyarr. The Wires and the Droid-raised do so much for their city that its just an open secret.

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch51 Urogi Earns A Day Out

(Warnings: Karaku IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos. Urogi hits his head flying into the ceiling but he's ok.  WARNING!!!: Sakura was going to give Karaku a love potion but he's ok and nothing else happened, she didn't even get a chance to try to but this warning is important just in case.

Get ready for Urogi to act like a birb.

Important Edit: I ask everyone to have patience for future chapters since some irl things are taking place. At the same time I am working on a second story and two oneshots for other fandoms I enjoy. Thank you all for reading this and continuing to read my works. Hopefully things will straighten back to they're usual pace soon.)

"I think she might be too young to train. It seems like all she's doing for now is eating and sleeping like a young puppy."

"When can she play?"

"Not until she's a few months older. Don't worry about it. Just take care of her the way Sekido told you to and she'll be fine...Minus the training bit for now."

It was certainly a  surprise for you to see Rui and Sekido not only get along for a little while but actually talk. Well...Sekido mostly talked at Rui while he played with his many toys and the sleepy puppy. Sekido went as far as to assign a specific servant to care for said puppy. It was nice to not have them fight and not be at each other's throats. But that was last night. Now it was morning and Rui had to go back to school. You caught him trying to sneak out both the puppy and a few of the toys he gotten. You took them from him, he threw a small fit, and eventually he then left pouting  without them all leaving you alone. Well except for the puppy. Arachnid Rui called he if you remembered right. She just flopped over in a random part of the room and went back to sleep. Leaving you to just do whatever it was you usually did.  Read. So there you were reading a book Aizetsu recommended you, some kind of murder mystery thing.

"The murderer is either the Stepmother-in-law or the farm hand since they're the only ones with motives. Unless they worked together then it'd be both of them," you spoke to no one in particular, "It could be the Husband but he really loved his wife despite her affair and he doesn't know about the death yet... Unless he hired someone to murder her! It's possible. I wonder if Kyogai wrote anything like this before."

No one answered you obviously. No one was there except for you, the puppy, and the lilies Sekido shoved into your hands the other day. It was silent except for you talking to yourself and the sounds of you turning the pages whenever you finished reading one. You just sat there and kept reading the book as time slowly began to stretch onwards. Until there was a very familiar sound at your door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

You looked up slightly annoyed from your book and stared at the door as more knocking continued from the other side. Great. Who could that be now? Still couldn't be Douma. He would've blabbered talking by now...Sigh. It was probably one of the brothers again. You groaned before placing your book to the side and standing up to head to the door. More knocking louder this time.

"Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" You grabbed the door and pulled it open. "What do you-..." You blinked. Pausing as no one was there. "...want?"

No one was there? You blinked again before shaking your head and leaning your head out to look up and down the halls. No one was there. Not even a servant. The perfectly polished halls stood empty and devoid of all life. That was... strange. You could've SWORN you heard someone knocking. You know you did. Was this a joke? You would've heard someone run away from the door if they did. Unless they could float or turn invisible. Was there a ghost running around? Was the dwell haunted?! ...Or maybe it was just your ears playing tricks on you after you've been bothered so MANY times? You sighed and was about to close the door when something suddenly dropped from the ceiling in a blur of black and brown feathers 

"HI!"

"AHHH!!" 

You shrieked as a face suddenly appeared in front of your face and scared you into screaming at the top of your lungs and stumbling back tripping over yourself and falling onto your behind panting and staring wide eyed at a- ... Laughing face?? What? You blinked panting as loud laughter filled the air and you stared at a figured hanging upside down, holding his sides, and laughing wildly at you. It took you a few seconds to register who exactly it was but then you scowled.

"UROGI!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"The harpy brother of the quadruplets was there hanging upside down like a bat laughing his head off at you. Urogi of you remembered correctly. You immediately stood up and marched up to him. "I ought to kick your ass!"

"HAHAHAHA!! You should've seen your face!," Urogi cackled pointing a talon at your face as you rose a brow and looked up. "I made you jump so high!"

"Uh huh." So that's how he did it. He was clinging to one of the wooden beams above you both by his feet talons. Your hand was held up and your own claws reached out. "It's just too bad you're so low." With that you harshly pinched your claws into his left bird leg.

"YEOWCH!! AH!!" He lost his footing and down he fell in a heap of feathers with a loud thud. "OOF!!"

You didn't give him another chance to speak before the door was closed in his face. Urogi cursed indignantly before scrambling up and opening your door to walk in and meet your annoyed, cross armed, and frowning face. You watched him ruffle his feathers and shake a bit before looking at you again with a big smile.

"That's no way to treat your date is it?"

"No it isn't! And you're not getting one for that stupid stunt you pulled!" You glared at him as he suddenly froze mouth open. "If that's your way of asking a lady out for a date then I'd hate to see how you'd ask for anything else! Now get out!"

"What?! N-N-NO! WAIT!" You turned your back to him only to hear a few panicked flapping of wings before he popped up again to your side smiling nervously. "Look! Sorry I scared you! I-I was only trying to make a funny joke!"

"Well I didn't find it funny at all!" You again turned away and again he followed looking nervous to pop up in your view.

"Ok! You don't like being scared! I get that now! But don't hold it over my head! Let's go out and have fun! " you have him a glare and again turned away and he followed you holding up his hands. "I'll make it up to you! We can go wherever you want! How about the green houses? Or a dress shop?! Girls like that right?!"

You hummed.. before looking at him raising a brow. "I don't know if I want to go out since Sekido was nice enough to do that with me just yesterday. Why are you here anyways?"

"It's my turn to court ya! My old man said so! He didn't say when I had to come over, so the sooner the better right?"

You still narrowed your eyes at him. "Uh huh...And you want to earn a chance with me?"

"Aw. C'mon, Dove!" He smiled wider in an almost pleading way. "I already said I was sorry! A-And I promise to make it up to you! Anything you want!"

You huffed rolling your eyes. "How about taking me outside so I can see the sun for once?"

"DEAL!" You blinked and stared at him as he smiled brightly and nodded. "I needed to stretch my wings anyways! Do you know how hard it is to fly in a place that at any moment a whole house can appear in front of you? So this is a good idea for both of us!" 

"Wha-..." You shook your head before pointing at him. "Hang on. Really?!" He happily nodded. "No. Seriously. You're not just telling me that and then twisting my words later?"

"Nah! I'm getting bored just staying inside this place anyways. It's boring and I can't move around how I want. My back is starting to hurt from dragging my wings around and my feet hurt from walking around so much." He held up one of his feet and made grabbing motions to get his point across. "It'd be nice to get out again!"

You could..go out? As in outside OUTSIDE!? AS IN NOT INSIDE THE INFINITY CASTLE?! You eyes widened at the possibility of that. Purple eyes looked Urogi up and down cautiously. The last time you were out was with Enmu and he purposely didn't let you know a way out so you couldn't leave whenever you want. But...If Urogi could show you a way out and you could remember it..You could possibly have a way out! That could be an escape way for you and Rui! But it all depends on how you play your cards with Urogi. He could end up with the jack of cards for fooling around too much but if you messed up then you'd just be handing over a full house of aces into his awaiting talons. These demons were a LOT smarter than they looked. You learnt that the hard way from Douma. Urogi may be an arrogant demon that liked to play around but that didn't make him stupid. You had to approach this very carefully and cleverly.

With a calm sigh, you looked back to Urogi's hopeful grin and nodded. "Alright. I accept your apology and you've earnt a day with me." You then pointed at him sternly. "BUT there better NOT be anymore jokes like that! I don't like being scared and next time I might throw a punch instead of running away. I'd rather not hurt anyone if I can avoid it. Got it?"

He nodded eagerly. "DONE! Where do you wanna go outside?! Human settlement? Woods? Maybe the Coast-..Uh..Yeah. Maybe not anywhere near water. But I can definitely take you for a fun time!"

Well he seemed very energetic didn't he? "Anywhere would be fine. Although somewhere nice and bright would be a nice start."

"Woods it is then! There's so much to do there! Hunting, fishing, finding small crystals in caves- HEY! I KNOW THIS GIANT FIELD WITH LOTS OF FLOWERS AND STUFF!! YOU'D LOVE IT!! SOMETIMES THERE'S OTHERS THAT SELLS STUFF THERE!!"

"Why would someone set up shop in a random field I'm the middle of the woods?"

"Sometimes it's a hot spot for travelers or just used for giant meetings to sell useless stuff nobody wants! But you'll like it definitely! You wanna go now!?" He lit up brightly. "We can go now!" 

You nodded making a mental note to remember which way Urogi brought you outside for later. "Alright then. Now." You gestured to him. "Lead the way." 

He smiled and grabbed your arms pulling you after him Towards your door as his wings spread out and up enough to block the view of the door completely before he stopped. One of his clawed feet slid open the door and he proceeded to pull you out. Before completely dropping his wings.

You completely froze.....You blinked.

Lush green brush surrounded you both as the sounds of birds and wind and forest ambience hit your senses all at once. Tall trees swayed in the wind. Grass felt soft under your feet. REAL sunlight gleamed down everywhere and you stared... Before whipping around only to discover that the doorway and entire room was gone and replaced by BEAUTIFUL lush forest. You just stared before slowly looking at Urogi who only giggled at the sight.

"Ok. HOW did you do that ?!"

"Simple! I bugged Nakime to open a doorway for me once I entered your room! That way we could just go where we needed! I also made her promise to teleport us both back when it hit one in the afternoon! I also promised Sekido I'd spend time with Zoha today! Why not split the day in half?"

You opened your mouth...but closed it. Nakime. Of COURSE that's how Urogi did it. Akaza mentioned that she could teleport the Kizuki around. "...You did that for the sole purpose that I wouldn't know the way out.. Didn't you?"

Urogi's smile turned to a face of shock for a split second before smiling widely again. Can't tell her Muzan have strict orders to Keep an eye on her. "Haha!...Heh. It's a pretty day isn't it?"

"You're making it very obvious that it's a yes, and I'll be talking about it later with Ms. Rei." Urogi  felt his eyes get smaller in worry before you then looked around. You two were in the middle of the woods alright. You slowly breathed in the air holding your arms up to stretch. Everything smelt so...fresh. And it felt so..OPEN AND FREE. "Which way is the field?"

That way three miles by flying." He pointed to the left with a smile. "Let me carry you!" He reached out his sharp hands to you but paused when you immediately stepped away. 

"No thanks. I think you've flown me quite enough."

"What? But flyings the best part!," He insisted holding out his wings. "It'll take too much time just walking there and Nakime might teleport us back by then!'' He whined and gave you a puppy dog eyed look. 

You rolled your eyes. "I'd rather walk and get there without daring heights."

"Dare?" He blinked before suddenly gaining a thoughtful look. A hum escaped his throat and a talon tapped his chin as he smiled slyly smiled before looking at your deadpanned face. "Ok! Let's have a date! It'll be so much fun!"

"Pass."

"Just hear me out first! There's a single pine tree between here and the field one mile where I pointed." He then smirked at you pointing. "If you can run and get there before I can catch you then we'll walk the rest of the way there! If I catch you then you gotta lemme fly you there!"

"So you'll chase me down like a hawk chasing a mouse?" Your brow rose as you hummed at his excited look. "Alright. Deal. But if I win, then you have to wear a dress for the rest of the week!" 

"Oooh.~ Getting bold there, Dove,~" he cooed before nodding with a few chuckles. "Alright then. But just so you know I can totally pull that off!"

"Getting ahead of yourself there?"

"Nah. I meant the dress. My hips are better fitting for it than Sekido's." You blinked as he struck a pose with one hand behind his head and the other on his hip making a ridiculous kissy face. "I'd totally fill it out."

You stared at the ridiculous sight... before a smile forced itself onto your face. "Pfft. Hahaha!!" And a bout of laughter escaped your mouth.

Urogi paused in shock. He... actually wasn't expecting you to laugh. If anything he expected you to be annoyed or brush him off but no. You were smiling and laughing. It made him pause for a moment before smiling widely. 

"Yeah. Sure my wings might be a problem but you can't tell me that I wouldn't look good in it.~" He then placed both hands on his hips and sashayed a little bit aways from you.

You nearly doubled over in laughter now hugging your stomach and leaning over slightly. "Y-Y-Youre r-ridiculous!!" You spoke between rounds of laughter. This was a Kizuki demon? He was utterly ridiculous! "E-Enough! Enough! Hehehe. W-When d-did you wanna s-start?"

He smiled. Wings opening and leaning down pressing his feet in a position to launch himself. "I was thinking maybe about...NOW!!"

FWAP!!!

Two giant wings flapped down. A body launched himself right at you. All the wind left your body as something large hit you. Something strong wrapped around your body. And up you went. You SHRIEKED at the sight of the earth quickly being left behind you. A panic spoke went down your spine as branches snapped and broke from the force of Urogi's body barreling through them and leaves scattered down from the branches almost like a makeshift smoke trail. You logically did the most logical thing any calm, smart woman would do. You shrieked again, threw your arms around Urogi's neck, pulled up your legs in a curled up pose, and buried your face into his shoulder as the demon laughed.

"What's wrong?" Strong wing beats could be heard from each powerful flap his wings took. He looked amused by the sight as he held the trembling woman bridal style. "You showed no fear last time we did this."

"PUT. ME. DOWN!!" You shrieked over the wind and refusing to look up from him. He was oddly warm. "THIS IS CHEATING YOU ASSHOLE!! I WAS DISTRACTED!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"

"I never stated when I would start! And being distracted was your own doing that you'd find me that funny." You didn't respond to him after that and he gently nudged you. "Hey. C'mon, Love bird.~ Don't give me the Silent treatment now. Just take a look at the view."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!! I HATE HEIGHTS!! WE'RE PROBABLY HUNDREDS OF FEET OFF THE GROUND BY NOW YOU FLYING CHICKEN!!" 

"Actually, we're just above the trees. That can't be more than two stories off the ground. Look. I can still touch the leaves if I perch." You didn't answer again but slowly opened up one purple eye. Your stomach did flips feeling the strong wind whipping about you making your hair blow all around you. "Trust me. You're not gonna fall...As long as you don't pierce my throat with your foot again. ... Unless you're into that.~" 

You snapped your head up in anger at him. "YOU BIRD BRAIN!! ARE YOU JUST A SECOND KARAKU?!" H smiled seeing your face. "I'm...gonna..." You stopped slowly eyes going wide.. before slowly looking down. And seeing branches and leaves so close you can touch it going by, and past it the ground fat away but much closer than you expected it to be. You slowly inhaled in and out before looking back at Urogi's smiling face. ".... You're DEAD when we land, Urogi "

He giggled and tilted his head. "I doubt that. But now that I have your attention." He nodded out to the air. "Just look at the view."

You didn't want to. You really didn't, but you did. And what you saw made your eyes widen. Purple eyes blinked against the wind until vision refocused and widened at what they saw. The world was going by in blurs. Green trees and land were essential smears as they sped through the air. The wind knocking again your skin so fast it combated the hot rays of the sun right in the big blue sky. It...reminded you a bit of the time Enmu took you on that train ride. You stared out for a moment at the admittedly pretty sight before relaxing a little and breathing a bit easier but you didn't loosen your grip even slightly on him.

"Sooo? Whatcha think?"

"I think I'm still going to kick your ass once we land. It's pretty." You narrowed your eyes at him in a way that made him gulp. "But you're still dead for pulling that stunt."

He chuckled nervously. "Ahehe. You're funny. Just wait til you actually see the place. It's a great spot for hunting rabbits."

Oh you doubted that. He still refused to let you down until you got near an opening in the tree tops and you yelped when he suddenly nose dived dove towards it. FWAP FWAP FWAP!! His wings beat against the wing making you jolt to a stop and he landed on his feet.

"Well here we are, Dove. Quiet and peaceful just like you asked."

You wriggled until he put you down and you have him a glare before looking around. It was a grassy field alright. It looked like a good five houses big and wide all around in a semi circle kinda shape smack dab surrounded by trees and other plants and there seemed to be a little pond of some kind. You looked around at the Peaceful field filled with wild flowers. It was pretty you had to admit. You only wished you brought a book to read while here.

"Well... I'll be honest and say you were right about it being beautiful. Now about that payback I owe you!" You frowned looking behind you..only to blink finding Urogi gone. "...Urogi?" 

Where did he go now? Oh he better not be playing another prank on you! You'd definitely slug him this time! But ..there wasn't any place for him to hide in the field. The grass was too small and he was too big! And you would've heard him if he ran or flew into the trees. Purple eyes looked around until you saw him. Oh. There he was! He was a little bit aways from you... pulling up...grass?? And... jumping?? You blinked and just stood there watching Urogi shuffle about one specific area jumping up and down, stomping in certain areas, and grabbing large handfuls and talonfulls of grasses and nearby small bushes and twisting his head this way and that before stomping again and placing the grass and bush parts and flowers down. 

"Hey, Urogi! What are you doing?!," You called out to him but he didn't respond. 

Just continued to do what he was already doing. It made you raise a brow totally lost and confused... Maybe he was digging? Or dropped something and was trying to find it? After a moment you slowly walked over but stopped a few yards away from him. And blinked at what you saw. It was an almost perfect circle of grass stomped down flat and around the edges of said circle of stomped down grass was a pile of bush branches, leaves, grasses, wild flowers, and whatever else Urogi grabbed. Wow...He was fast. He did all of this in such a short amount of time too. You blinked as he hopped out of the circle and you just....stared at the thing before you..What the heck was this? Was this some kind of weird symbol in demon language or something?

Coo.

Your attention was drawn back to the demon as he finally looked at you. But you could've SWORN that you heard a dove cooing. As soon as you look at him the demon puffed out his chest and his wings splayed out poofing out his feathers and looking proudly.

You just blankly stared at him .....And slowly blinked. "Are you good?"

...He blinked. "Huh?"

"I asked if you were ok?," You said slowly raising a brow and looking between him and the weird... circle thing. "Did those branches hit you too hard on the head when you took off or something? Or maybe you hurt yourself?"

He continued to stare at you. Then at the circle thing. Then back to your confused face- FWAP!  You blinked as a gust of wind hit you as his wings snapped shut and an extremely embarrassed smile strained on his face.

"Haha! Yeah! Totally fine! I was just...Um....C-Clearing a spot away for us to sit! Yeah!," He said quickly smiling at you.

"Um...Ok. That was very nice of you." Your brow rose but decided to drop the subject for now. "So you said this place had lots of rabbits?" You said changing the subject to make it less awkward.

Urogi rolled with it. "Yep! " he quickly relaxed turning himself away from.. from... whatever it was that he had built. "But it doesn't look like there's any today! If you wanna see animals the pond over there usually has fish and frogs and turtles and stuff."

You lit up. "Hey! That sounds great! If you can catch one I can cook it for us!"

THAT made his head snap around in interest immediately wide eyed and jaw smiling. "You can cook fish??"

You nodded. "Been doing it for years. Had to eat somehow. It'll be fun to be able to cook my own food again." You then gestured to where you stood. "You can get the fish and I'll make a small fire pit here. Ok?"

He instantly nodded giving you a thumbs up. "I can absolutely do that! Give me a few minutes and I'll drag you out the biggest fish in there!"

You nodded. "Alright then. I'll leave you to it."

With one last nod and FWAP of his wings, Urogi took off and  flew back toward said pond. Now then. Where could you find some rocks and branches? You ended up finding everything you needed by the edge of the field and in the trees. And you ended up making a small fire pit in the area Urogi flattened out. The flat grass would be a nice place to make a small fire. So the rocks were tightly packed together in a circle, branches were frown in the middle, and with a little elbow grease a small fire was started by you furiously rubbing two sticks together. Ok. Perfect! You heard a distant splash as the fire was first starting but paid it no mind just assuming Urogi was just catching a fish. Urogi did catch a fish. He did bring it back to you. However...He stopped seeing your form standing in the space he flattened out..And instincts he couldn't control bubbled up-

CHIRP!!

You jumped hearing such a loud sparrow like tweet behind you and snapped around only to see...Urogi...Hopping?? You blinked as Urogi again puffed out his just and poofed his feathers up before taking quick bird hops. Three hops to the left and then three hops back to the right. His head tilted in question at you similar to an owl-

CHIRP?

You blinked again as an honest to gods bird chirp left Urogi's throat but it sounded more...questioning before he made his feathers ruffle again and hopped twice backwards, twice back forwards, and cooed like a dove. You just ... stared at him.

"....Ok. Did you  seriously hit your head or is this some weird joke I just don't get?"

He blinked. Your words seeming to snap him out of... whatever state of mind he was in. And he blinked. "...What?"

You rose a brow and crossed your arms. "You literally just started tweeting like a bird.''

"I... N-No I wasn't!" He was quick to straighten up and clear his throat. "Here! I caught you that fish you wanted!" He then quickly thrusted a decent looking bass in one of his taloned hands. "Biggest one in the pond!"

Your pose and expression didn't change. "Ok. Yes you did. I'm not stupid and I clearly made those noises." He suddenly looked embarrassed straining that grin. "What's gotten into you? It's like you're acting like a-..." You slowly froze in realization.

Bird.

Urogi was acting EXACTLY like a bird. Making noises like a sparrow or dove. Hopping around like them too. Your eyes slowly looked down at the flattened circle of grass. This wasn't some kind of symbol. This was a NEST!! Urogi had built a nest! And he kept tweeting and hoping about like a bird would when they-

You slowly looked back to the now red faced demon. "Are you flirting with me...like a bird does?"

SQUAWK?!

An indignant turkey sound left his mouth as his feathers puffed out in shock. If possible his face got even more red. "NO!! I WAS JUST...M-M-MESSING AROUND WITH YOU!!"

"Your red face tells me otherwise." He sputtered as you slowly smiled amused. "Are you serious? Oh that is just too precious!~" Urogi gave a chicken choking sound as you quickly just grabbed his cheeks before he could react and laughed. "That is the cutest thing I've seen since Rui drew me a picture!~

"I-Im not cuuuuu- MMMMMMM!!! CHIRP!! "He quickly cut himself off and chirped again loudly when you brushed a hand over his cheek. Before slapping a taloned hand over his mouth in flustered horror.

You couldn't help but giggle again and continue to coo over his face. "OH MY GODS!! DO THAT AGAIN!! IT'S SO CUTE!!"

He tried to not to..he really did..but he somehow ended up sitting cross-legged holding you in his lap with his wings encasing you giving happy dove coos and thrums as he nuzzled his face into yours. You couldn't believe this. HOW CUTE WAS THIS?! A big bad Kizuki demon acting like a love struck dove. It made you almost forget about his earlier stunts. Almost. The fish was just stuck over the fire impaled by a large stick as you watched it. Until Urogi loosened up his grip to allow you to move and you took the chance to lean forward and turn the fish onto the other side. Nearly ready now- But you paused as you felt sharp talons take a piece of your hair and..Run down it. You blinked. It happened again and again. Urogi gently running a talon down a different part of your hair... before smiling.

"Cute." He froze. "Are you trying to preen me now?"

"...NO!" He squeaked out before pulling his talons away making you giggle. So cute. "B-Besides! If I was preening, WHICH I WASN'T, I -I-Id preen me since my wings have been so dam itchy lately!"

You turned back to him blinking. "Your wings itch? Why?"

He blinked.. before actually pouting and glaring at a wing. "I'm shedding some old feathers. But I can't exactly grip the loose ones with these." He held up his hands. "It's hard enough to write or even eat with them! You think I can even reach the teeny tiny ones in the back?"

"Well...what do you usually do when this happens?"

He shrugged. "Usually Aizetsu or Karaku helps me get them out of I shake them out eventually. Takes forever though. Luckily it doesn't affect my flying."

You blinked at him before looking at his wings. Huh...now that he mentioned it, they seemed kinda .. Clogged? As if there was feathers on top of feathers. And when you looked at where you both were sitting, you were surprised to see the many, many feathers strewn about. He was loosing a lot of feathers. Urogi blinked as you just got up without saying anything and walked behind him. His head followed raising a brow. 

"Hey, Dove. What are you dooooo- CHIRP!!!"

His face went a red, and his feathers rustled out as a single hand grabbed at his wings and pulled down through them. Immediately a plethora of feathers tumbled from the wing as Urogi froze...and then relaxed back as a relieved feeling started to replace the dull, annoying itch that plagued him for days now. You noticed that a LOT of feathers immediately fell from him as you just started to run your hands through his wing and he slowly stretched it out fully for you. A series of rapid fire happy little chick like chirps leaving his mouth. AW! CUTE!!  He must feel better. It couldn't be good for his health to just leave all these loose feathers in. You continued your actions of combing through his wing again and again until barely any feather really fell out and it didn't look as full of feathers. Then Urogi stretched out his other Wing with a look over his shoulder questioning. You obliged doing the same thing to the other wing until minutes later both wings looked the same and there was enough feathers on the ground to stuff a giant pillow with. Urogi stood up and stretched out his wings and arms.

"How do you feel?"

"ALOT BETTER ACTUALLY!!" He happily looked over his shoulder and flapped his wings lightly a few times. "They're not as heavy anymore so it's not as stressful on my back! And the dam itch is gone!"

"Anymore loose feathers?"

"Probably a few but it's not enough to bother me anymore! You really know how to treat a guy! Uh..." He sniffed the air before humming. "Is something burning?"

"MY FISH!" You were quick to run around Urogi and yank the fish on the stick...only to deflate seeing the charged black fish. "Oh no. It's burnt! It's inedible now."

"Burnt or not. Hand it over! I'm starving." You watched in disbelief as Urogi plucked it from your hands and without deboning it or anything opened his mouth and bit off half of it.

You blinked at him messily eating said fish.. before shaking your head. "I'll just take some dirt and put out the fire."

After you made sure the fire was put out, you both just sat around some more for a while before Urogi got bored, stood up, and stretched out his wings. "Hey! I bet I can take off a lot faster now than my wings are lighter! Wanna see?!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! Just watch!" He raised his wings rotating his shoulders as he did-

STRUM!!!

One moment you were sitting in a grassy field, the next you were in a polished wooden hall....What? FWAP- THUD!! Urogi launched himself up, only to ram head first into a thick wooden ceiling and tumble back to the ground in a heap.

"...Ow."

"UROGI!!" You were quick to crawl back over to the groaning demon and pulling him up into a sitting position. "Are you alright?!"

He shook his head before smiling. "Oh yeah! Nakime must've teleported us back already...I should really talk to her about timing though."

You helped him stand as he rubbed his head but otherwise he seemed perfectly fine. Until you both heard clapping and turned down the hall. And saw none other than Karaku snickering and clapping his hands. KARAKU?! WHERE'D HE COME FROM!?

"Nice landing, Bro. As graceful as a swan!"

"Hey! That hurt!"

"You laughed every time I was kicked!"

"Hmm....Touche."

"Anyways..." Karaku smiled at you. Uh oh. And walked down the hall until he was in front of you both and leaned against the wall. But... didn't look cocky?? In fact his smile seemed genuine happy. "Since my brothers had their turns...What time should I come court you tomorrow?~"

You stared at him. ".....Never."

He froze. Urogi froze and stared at you wide eyed. "...What?" Both asked in shock.

"You're not welcome around me after how you've acted."

"I..Wha-" he exchanged looks with his brother before looking back at you like he was slapped across the face. Stuttering at your deadpanned face as you crossed your arms. "Yo-Yo-You and Sa.." he stopped himself before saying the whole name.

"Sakura?" Karaku froze up again..and you softened your look and sighed. "Look. I don't know what Douma told you but I didn't fight Sakura for your hand. I fought Sakura because she insulted my friend and attacked her. I had no idea she was going to challenge me for you."

Urogi just looked shocked between the two of you as Karaku just...well his face went blank.

"Douma must've misunderstood my intentions but I might as well straighten it out here. However that's not my only reason for saying that. Karaku... You're not giving me the impression you're taking this seriously. You're acting impulsive and thoughtless with this courtship and pushing my boundaries even after both myself and Akaza warned you of the consequences of that. An example of that is when you tried to kiss me after you asked. I didn't say no but I didn't say yes either," you explained before pointing at his face, "You also provided no of fulfilling your promises to me before approaching me. Yes. You all did what I asked but you don't seem to take this seriously as I am taking it. While you might've apologized for everything and fulfilled what I asked you I can't do anything until you prove to me that you're actually serious. ...Until I see that, then I won't be courting you...Good day Karaku." You then turned to Urogi, reached up and then pecked the shocked harpy on the lips. "Thank you for the fun time, Urogi. I hope your dinner with your family goes well." 

You then patted his shoulder and turned to leave. Or you would've...If Karaku hadn't literally dropped to his knees, and hugged you around your legs. Looking up at you in a mix of panic, pleading, desperation and... longing.

"WAIT! P-PLEASE!! GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE!! I- ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU I PROMISE!!" His grip slightly tightened up on you. "I-I-ILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!! JUST PLEASE!!...PLEASE DON'T TAKE AWAY THAT CHANCE!!" He heaved.. looking up at you pleading almost as if..he was going to cry. "...Please...Please....I  LOVE YOU! I WANT YOU! I DONT WANT HER!!"

His voice echoed throughout the hallway as the two of you stood there staring at Karaku... Before Urogi kneeled down and grabbed his brothers shoulders in worry but Karaku didn't budge from your shocked body. 

"....What did she do to you?"

Karaku choked on his air blinking in shock..so his brother spoke. "She was going to give him a love potion."

You blanked for a moment. "WHAT!?" Before snapping over to Urogi.

He just grimly nodded. "Yeah...He walked in on her trying to make it. That's when he got out of there and the crazy bitch started being crazy."

Karaku stared between you two.. before sighing and letting you go letting his arms flop to his sides. "Yeah. Alright. I fucked up. Alright? I fucked up!" He glared at nothing. "But do I really gotta be punished for it! Gods! I know it was stupid to pursue her after Sekido said not to! I get it now! Ok!?"

He panted sitting there for a long, long silent moment as you both stared at him. In the cold, silent hallway... before you slowly turned and began walking down the hallway making both brothers blink.

"H-Hey! Where are you going?!"

"To beat her ass or commit murder. I'll decide when I get there!"

[that1nkyone]

1nky Recounts a Part In Endwalker In Greater Detail Than Usual Part II

Time to dive back into This.

Sounds like the Hydaelyn we know...

oh, so this ISN'T just natural happenstance. D : Who'd be behind something like -

... oh. ) :

... oh, Meteion, I'm so sorry.

(... she's the Meteor. god damn it. i know that's Dalamud technically but... augh. the harbinger of the Final Days. it was right there. in her name.)

I find it interesting that we were Especially prone to her breakdown. I'm guessing because of Dynamis and Aether density stuff.

UNDER ANY OTHER CIRCUMSTANCES I WOULD BE SO EXCITED.

She really didn't want this. ;_;

... and, there it is. ) :

He's a good and empathetic man for those who were created. That's unfortunately why things are gonna go to shit - there was no acknowledging any of the suffering.

This sucks.

On the bright side, I did use the NPCs for this dungeon, and that was fun.

No, Hythlodaeus, you are not completely useless, as you have remarked several times.

woo yeah yeah wee woo yeah woo

This makes me wonder what kinda forms most other Ancients would have. We've seen Hades' of course, but what about Hythlodaeus?

noNonONONONONO

I RECOGNISE THAT AURA NONONO

YOU GET OVER TO THE MARKETBOARD AND GET YOURSELF A POT OF PEACOCK BLUE DYE ON YOURSELF RIGHT THIS SECOND YOUNG LADY

Ohhh, so that's how we're doing this.

I give major kudos to whoever's voicing Hythlodaeus, he sounds very stricken in his delivery at this point.

you know I don't have much to add to this, but it is kinda funny that Venat is chasing a birb, astride her Doggo.

) :

I do wish we could've been friends, in some other time and place.

Which... I guess we just were.

Aaand, there goes the memory wipe.

Also, HMM. Technically, I don't think Hythlodaeus has returned to the star yet, and neither had Emet-Selch, right up until we properly killed him. I wonder if Emet-Selch ended up remembering, post-death.

haheughehehohahaha okay

Swimming back through time and space. Looks like the course of history was basically unaltered.

There goes the Unsundered World. ) :

It doesn't surprise me too much how willing folks were to summon Zodiark in this context, and with how little they had experienced suffering. Not just for Practical Reasons (which ended up not being the main cause for the Final Days, either).

'Put It Back. Fix It.'

'Nope. I'm gonna Break It.'

She looks so tired. ) :

... I wonder what kind of person she'll be, on the other side of all this? She's definitely not getting through this Unscathed, for good or ill.

"... well, this'll be a hell of a thing to recount in detail."

That's all! Thanks for reading my ramblings.

I think I'll suffer further gut punches in the future. 8 D ;;