#eris wren

[jessicas-ocs]

been a WHILE since i posted and so here, have some quotes i got from an incorrect quote generator

Rune: Apparently, it was Rude™ of me to pitch in my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them. Rune: On an unrelated note, I am no longer allowed in the ceiling vents. --- Katka: So, I heard you like bad girls… Katka: I'm bad. Katka: At everything. Katka: *winks with both eyes* --- Eris: I am not a lunatic. I have the psychiatric report to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favor. --- Aylan: In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb things while completely sober too. --- Jadan: Do you even, cuddle, bro? Do you even lift, bro… each other up with kindness? Do you tell your loved ones that you care about them regardless of who is listening? DO YOU EVER RESOLVE CONFLICTS, EMOTIONAL ISSUES THROUGH COMPROMISE AND COMPASSION RATHER THAN ANGER AND DENIAL?! --- Vindict: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no. --- Diani: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon. --- Shipper: I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now Buttons has to physically restrain me from putting a light bulb in my mouth  --- Aaray: Assert your dominance over your friends by stabbing them through the chest, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead. --- Esme as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures! Esme now: I can’t wait to go to bed. --- Zhaya: No problemo! Zhaya, internally: But it was all problemo. --- Edessa: I can't stay tonight; I have work to do. Calder: But, Dessie, I'll be so lonely without you! Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Edessa: …are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Calder: Calder: Is it working?

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt? (No rush, save it if you wanna)

Write a Drabble for each of your OCs with the theme of Breakfast.

Ooooh now this is a challenge! A drabble is meant to be exactly a hundred words... and I'm pedantic as fuck when I write. But I'll give this a try, thanks for the prompt!

Rae:

"Wanna go out today?" Warren asked, leaning backwards out the bathroom door to look at Rae in the bedroom beyond, "Coffee? Breakfast?" "What's the special occasion?" she replied lightly as she ran a comb through the snarls in her hair. Warren shrugged. "No special occasion. Just wanted to take you out to breakfast, is all." he said, then shot her his most charming smile, "Want to show off the fact that I've got the most beautiful girl in the world." "You don't have to chat me up, you know." Rae said, but couldn't hide her blush, "I'm already all yours."

Robin:

"Wren, honey-" Peter started, then lightly rapped his knuckles on his daughter's dining tray to get her attention. The toddler looked up, and Peter switched to ASL seamlessly: Cheerios go in your mouth. Not the floor. "Is your daughter making a mess again?" Robin asked, nursing her mug of coffee with a faint smile on her face. Peter raised his eyebrows at her, though he couldn't hold back his grin. "Why is she my daughter every time she makes a mess?" "Because she's my daughter every time she doesn't listen?" Robin fired back with a shrug, "I mean- metaphorically speaking."

Madison:

"Bravo, breakfast!" At the promise of food, the wolfdog bounded eagerly off the foot of the bed. Alex, who had been lying half-underneath the animal, crumpled inwards with a sudden, sharp groan. "You okay?" Madison asked, amusement quickly turning to concern when she saw the grimace painted across his face. "Got used as a launchpad," he muttered, clutching at his lower abdomen, "Worst alarm clock ever." "Pretty sure I've had worse." "I mean worst for people who didn't spend half their life living in the middle of nowhere." "Eh, I'll make it up to you," Madison promised, "Bravo, let's go."

Ophelia:

"Here, Ol's." Peter said, sliding a plate of steaming scrambled eggs onto the only open space on her desk - which happened to be exactly where she was working. Ophelia glanced up, vaguely startled. "Scrambled eggs at two in the morning?" "It's eight-thirty, babe." "Oh, shit- have I really been working all night?" Now that she'd been pulled from her hyperfocused trance, the exhaustion hit her like a speeding train. "Yeah. Maybe try to get some sleep?" Peter urged, setting a warm hand on her shoulder. "No promises," Ophelia shot back, "But I'll try to wrap this up. Thanks for breakfast."

Jasper:

"Ugh," Jasper mumbled, splashing a bit of cold water on his face in an effort to ward off his exhaustion. He'd been pulling late shifts at the hospital, hoping to scrape a few extra bucks after Kyle's work laptop had decided to kick the bucket. Speak of the devil - Kyle ducked his way into the bathroom, giving his partner a squeeze and a kiss to the top of his head as he passed. He stretched to grab his toothbrush, brown doe-eyes still a little bleary with sleep. "I don't feel like making breakfast." Jasper sighed. Kyle smiled. "Café du Monde?"

Quinn:

"Coffee is not breakfast." "Coffee is close enough," Quinn muttered, tugging their mug a little closer and shooting Billy a firm look, "Don't have an appetite anyway." "You want me to make you a bagel?" Billy persisted, already wandering towards the kitchenette. "What part of I don't have an appetite didn't make sense the first time?" "Made perfect sense, Q." he responded, briskly grabbing a bagel from the bread box - why did One have a bread box in the twenty-first century? - and slicing it in half, "But I speak fluent Quinn, and I know you'll feel better after you eat."

Katherine:

The break room in the museum was already awfully small, but it felt even more cramped with the press of a dozen bodies around her. Even Rexy, drawn by the scent of sizzling bacon, had attempted to press her bony snout through the door. Katherine was half-tempted to tell the more waxen-inclined to scram, under the guise that they'd melt from the heat of the stove. She restrained herself. Pancakes at midnight. It sounded like something she'd have dreamed about as a kid. But when they weren't awake in time for a real breakfast... she improvised. "Who wants chocolate chips?"

Kestrel:

They were awoken to the heavenly smell of crackling sausage and percolating coffee. From the kitchen, they heard Warren humming under his breath. Kestrel smiled to themself. They slid off the bed and reached for their robe, tucking the soft fleece around themself. It was mornings like these that they always felt the most at home - waking up to a home-cooked meal, wrapped in soft fabrics and about to go greet their lover with the sunrise shining in through the windows... For as much as they loved the excitement in their life, there was nothing that quite compared to this.

Eris:

"Okay, so that one's... a little crispy." Rick chuckled, tossing Eris' blackened French toast onto a plate with a lopsided smile, "Try again." "It's fine, I'll still eat it." Eris insisted, reaching for the plate, "Don't want to waste food." Rick got there first, and upended the plate into the trash can before Eris could take it. The slice of toast - effectively charcoal, if they were being honest - tumbled out of sight. "This is not the fourteenth century," Rick said, reaching for the container of cinnamon on the counter, "This cost me four dollars. You can try again, I promise."

Nikoletta:

"I know you don't feel well, hon, but could you please try to eat something?" Nikoletta asked, speaking as softly as she could manage. She slid onto the bed, reaching to pass her fingers through Abner's dark, sweat-dampened hair. "Want me to make you some toast?" He offered her a faint nod, all hollowed eyes and pallid cheeks. He hadn't eaten since the prior day's lunch, sick with a flare-up of the same virus that gave him his dots. "You know you'll... you'll have to do this again. I'll get sick again." "I'll still be here. We've been through worse."

This was actually really fun! It's made me realize, looking at it all in these side-by-side snippets like this, how different the tones of my fics really are when you put them all together. Cool!

[novahedron]

-lures you in with fanart- oops, sorry! All OCs!

[aloui-draws]

Day 19, Beach episode @/ani_scribbles on twitter's oc-tober challenge below

[luveline]

hello my love!! could you maybe show us what bedtime is like in the kbd universe? thank you, you’re incredible <3

kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader get their small family ready for bed. 3k

“She looks so pretty,” Avery whispers. 

Steve struggles to pull the hem of his sock over his ankle, crossing his legs to match her as she snaps an apple slice in half with her fingers, the juice wetting her pyjama top, her torso swaying as his knee bumps into hers. “Who?” Steve asks, blinking. 

“Wren,” Avery says, leaning back to let Steve see the baby where she’s napping in her bouncer. Avery shoves a chunk of apple in her mouth. “She’s pw-ery.” 

“Try not to talk with your mouth full, you might choke.” 

Avery nods, closing her mouth to chew up the rest of her food with chipmunk cheeks. 

Steve draws a little heart into her knee. She has a bruise from falling up the stairs a few days ago like a purple ink blot just under her kneecap, but she hasn’t complained. She didn’t cry when she fell, she just got back up and asked for a Capri-Sun. Steve’s surprised she’s so hardy, but she’s getting older. He’d sort of been hoping she’d want him to kiss it better.

“She’s pretty like her big sister,” he says. 

“I’m glad she’s stopped crying all the time.” 

“Me too.” He takes one of the smaller slices from her plate to eat, wiping juice from her cheek as he does. 

She grins. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. You all done?” 

“Yep.” 

“Not hungry anymore?” 

“Nope.” She grabs her plate before he can. “I’ll put it in the sink.” 

“Thanks, beautiful.” 

She jumps up with her empty plate and does a spin, saying, “Who, me?” 

Steve laughs like an idiot, still chuckling to himself as the sound of her plate hitting the kitchen sink reaches his ears. Wren, finally out of her sleep regression (for now), doesn’t wake. All good signs of a good night. 

Steve lets his head fall back onto little legs. “What about you?” he asks Dove, the second youngest daughter, where she sits behind him on the couch. 

She hums under her breath, her hands quick to weave into his hair, petting it away from his face. He waits for an answer he doesn’t get, closing his eyes and turning his face into her knee. Her giggles are treacle sweet. “Don’t sleep,” she protests. 

“I’m tired.” 

“It’s not bed time.” 

She’s not gonna like what Steve’s about to tell her, if that’s the case. She had a screaming tantrum last night about bed time where she threw herself on the floor and whacked her hands until her palms turned bright red. He’s not wanting a repeat. 

“It is bed time,” he says gently, though it’s not for another half an hour, “but, I was thinking, because you’ve been so good today you’d stay up extra. Maybe even have hot cocoa before bed.” Steve turns to meet her eyes. “How’s that sound?” 

“Really?” she asks, her eyes blowing wide with excitement. Steve is starting to wonder if she’s not as mini-me as he used to think, growing into sweeter features as she leaves the baby-toddler stage and starts to look like a kid. He loves it. 

“That sound fun or what?” 

She dives at him. He has enough sense to have twisted and catches her before she can break any of his teeth. “You are the best daddy ever!” she declares seriously, almost tipping over his shoulder. 

He lets her dangle for a second, then yanks her back topside. “You’re my best girl, that’s why. Let’s go make the drinks. Actually, we better go see who else wants some.” 

You and Bethie are attempting some last minute crafts at the dining table, and you’re very interested in hot chocolate but Beth doesn’t like it and so, doesn’t want any. She does seem interested in a glass of milk with a couple of chocolate chip cookies, so it’s nearly the same thing. “Careful,” he says, putting the half a pint of milk down in front of her birdhouse cautiously, “you don’t wanna spill that, baby.” 

“Who says she’s gonna spill it?” you ask. 

“Don’t start with me,” Steve warns. 

You smile to yourself. You’ve a spatula for PVA glue in your hand, skins of glue dried to your fingertips flecked with splinters of wood. Lollipop crafts felt like a good idea when he’d suggested it, but then he didn’t actually want to do it, and you’d been kind enough to step in. I’m sick of mess, he’d confided. 

Well, you’d said, somewhere between a quick kiss pressed to his shoulder and your hand rubbing it away, you probably shouldn’t have asked me to have so many kids. 

I love mess, he’d corrected immediately. Love to make more of it someday. 

“We’re nearly done in time for bed,” you assure him now. 

“I told Dove she could have an extra half an hour.” He winks at you clumsily. 

“Oh, really? Well, maybe Beth and Avery should get some extra time too.” 

Beth dunks her cookie into the top of her cup. “No thanks. I’m tired. Can I sleep with Avery again?” she asks, milk dribbling down the sides of the glass to darken the coaster underneath. 

“You’ll have to ask her yourself,” Steve says. “Wait, where is she? I thought she was in here.” Something grabs him by the legs, a sudden clutching that activates a heat in his eyes and spine he can’t explain. He flinches sideways into a cabinet and almost steps on a rather small limb. “What the fuck.” 

“Boo!” Avery says, laughing brightly as Steve rights himself on the counter. 

“Avery! Did I step on you? I’m sorry,” he says, immediately bending down. “What were you thinking? I could’ve really hurt you!” 

“Daaad, I was just pulling a prank,” she says. 

He checks over the arm he was so sure he’d stepped on. “You okay?” 

“She’s fine,” you say. “Yeah?” 

“I’m fine!” She hugs his legs again. “You said a super bad word.” 

He was hoping everybody missed that. “Dove–”

“Dad,” Dove interrupts, kicking her little feet exactly where he left her sitting on the dinner table by your left, “bad words make me cry.” She says it all clunky and clumsy, having heard it enough times. Her Aunt Robin has a potty-mouthed girlfriend, and Steve can’t do damage control quick enough sometimes.

“No, it’s when you say bad words daddy cries,” Avery says. 

“I didn’t say one!” 

“I know! I just mean it’s not when dad says it.” 

“What?” Dove asks. “He did says it.”

You’re grinning. You love when Dove confuses herself, all kids go through it, where half the time they don’t know what they’re saying until you help them along, but you love Dove’s new phase especially because she’s always been so serious. “What Avery is telling you, baby, is that daddy doesn’t get upset when he says bad words because he’s a grown up.” 

“So when we’re older we can cuss too?” Bethie asks. 

Steve’s jaw drops. “No, Beth! No, none of you need to say bad words, and I don’t either, and I’m really sorry. Can we forget about it?” 

Steve makes hot chocolate and helps you clean the sorry mess you’ve made on the table, and, after some light teasing, everybody forgets he’d reacted so violently to Avery’s surprise. Well, almost. Dove is the first to succumb to a case of the sleepies despite being otherwise reluctant to give in, sitting on his thigh, marshmallows still whole in her drink. She’d barely managed four sips. 

Steve cuddles her to his chest, covering her ear where she nuzzles against him from the sounds of your and Avery’s giggling. “He went pale,” you’re saying. 

Beth offers Steve half of one of her cookies. “You didn’t,” she says. 

If he didn’t have his arms full of Dove he’d scoop her up. “Thank you, Beth. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Alright,” you say, twining your fingers and sliding them behind your head, your neck and back clicking audibly in the quiet of the Harrington house winding down, “I think it’s bedtime. Are you done with your drink?” 

You rinse the cups. Steve ferries Dove upstairs, has her down and tucked in in record time, soon enough to catch you as you and the rest of the girls make your way upstairs. Beth and Avery are beautifully silent, weary of their sensitive baby sister where she’s cradled to your chest. 

You attempt to put her down in her crib in your room, but Steve gets the feeling you aren’t successful when a crackly cry breaks out. 

“Oh, no,” Avery says. 

“It’s fine. Let’s go brush our teeth, okay? Mommy has it.” 

They brush their teeth. Steve wipes their faces down with a damp hand towel and has a moment of gratitude just touching their faces. They both look so loved, the way their eyes crinkle, the way they lift their chins, all too happy for Steve to do it. He loves these moments of being a dad most, he might say, second only to getting to talk to them, especially now they’re both holding conversation. They talk to each other none stop; Beth talks to Avery ten times as much as she does anyone else. 

“Are you having a sleepover again?” Steve asks. 

Beth turns to Avery pleasingly. “Can I? Please, please, please.” 

“Yes!” Avery says, big sister extraordinaire. She wraps her arms around Beth’s shoulders, taller, more aware of herself as she presses her cheek to Beth’s and mumbles, “Of course you can. I love you. I want us to have sleepovers every night.” 

You emerge from the bedroom victorious, heading into the bathroom as he and the girls come out. “I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” you say. 

“Gonna get Beth changed.” 

“Okay, I put her nightie on the foot of her bed earlier.” 

It’s routine but not without enjoyment. He makes sure they’re both comfortable in the night's sleepwear and takes care of their hair, before giving Avery’s room a quick half-clean and shaking out the sheets on her bed. Avery has the second biggest bedroom, though Bethie’s is nothing to turn your nose up at, and it gets Steve thinking as they climb up into Avery’s single bed. 

“I think it’s good for you guys to keep your separate rooms for now,” Steve says tentatively, “but what do you think about sharing?” 

The plan was that Dove and Wren would share, but if Avery and Beth are getting along so well, it might not hurt to ask. 

Beth gasps. “Our bedrooms?” 

“Like, you and Avery could both sleep in here. You have a bunk bed, or we could get you a big one to share, and you could share teddies.” 

“I don’t want to share my teddies,” Avery says. 

“Well, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you.” Steve squints at them both. “Bad idea?” 

“I want to share,” Beth says immediately. 

Avery has a better understanding of what that will mean. “Maybe.” 

“You don’t have to,” Steve says. “Your rooms are yours, okay? Maybe we can just get you a bigger bed anyways, Ave. You’re so tall now, in a couple of years you’ll be ten feet tall and we’ll have to bend you in half to get you to school.” 

This is the funniest thing a man could say, apparently —both Beth and Avery burst into girly giggles that ring down the landing. Beth sounds like she might be sick. She laughs so much, falling into Avery’s side as her big sister says, “Dad, that’s silly!” 

“I can show you, if you want. We’ll practise making you into an Avery flavour pretzel, c’mere.” 

She squeals and climbs over Beth’s legs to huddle in the corner of her bed. Steve doesn’t so much as touch her legs and she’s laughing again, panicked, hyper laughter like she can’t decide if she wants to be folded or not. He presses his finger over his smile. “Shh, shh, we can’t wake the babies.” 

“Sorry,” she laughs. 

“My fault. Don’t be sorry.” He gives her leg a squeeze. “How about we start to tuck you in, girls? Do we have everything we need?” 

Beth wants a few things from her own bed, but besides that, they’re ready. Well, they’re supposed to be ready, but Steve wound them up and it’s his own fault, he can’t even complain when they beg him to watch a movie. What’s the harm? he decides, turning on Avery’s TV and pushing their favourite tape into the VHS player. 

“The effect FernGully has on the new generation is amazing,” you say, wiping your eyes. You’ve changed into pyjama pants Steve’s sure you’ve had since you met him and a tank top with straps falling down your shoulders. He wants to pull them back over the curve of your shoulder, but he’s trying to be less smothering.

He fluffs the pillows behind the girls’ backs. “It’s the boy. What’s his name? Dennis? Daniel?” 

“Neither.” You put a fallen teddy back on the bed and turn on Avery’s star-shaped night light before flicking off the big light above. The TV glows green on their legs. 

“Gonna lie down?” Steve says, gentler now, easing them in. 

Avery flops back. Beth curls in on her side, and it reminds Steve of you and him. He can sleep any which way. You’re slightly more particular, but you’re happier curled on to him. He really loves how close they are as sisters, and he has to give Avery some credit, because while Beth is exceedingly easy to love, she’s a clinger, she worships her big sister, which must get heavy from time to time. 

Avery pulls the blankets up over them before Steve can do it himself. He sighs, tucking them both in. Blankets pushed gently under their sides, hair brushed back from their little faces, he says, “Love you, Ave. Love you, Beth,” kissing their foreheads in swift succession. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

“Love you, daddy,” they say at the same time. 

You touch his arm gently before leaning in for your own kisses. You’re slower than he’d been, turning their faces in your hand one after the other to place identical kisses on their cheeks. “Love you, sweetheart,” you say to Avery, and, “Love you, baby,” you say to Beth. Steve holds your back as you do. “Have good dreams, okay? And don’t mess with the TV. One movie tonight is enough, you’ll wake up with sore eyes.” 

He steals another kiss from both of them and then you’re closing the door behind you, the house much darker and quieter than it had been only ten minutes previous. 

“You want a glass of water?” Steve says. 

You catch his hand. “I got you one.” 

Neither you nor Steve bother with anything but bed. He draws back the blankets and you climb in, only stopping momentarily to make sure that Wren’s alright in her crib. You curl in the middle of the bed and wait for Steve to force his way beneath you, which he does, your face resting on his shoulder, your leg stretched across his. Your hip is a lump in the blankets. He lets his hand fall atop it, whistling a tired breath through his teeth. 

“Mm,” you agree, stretching out, curling in tighter. 

“I know,” he says. Can’t forget his best girl, can’t not think about how much he loves you when it’s you and him alone. Mostly. “You alright?” 

“Fine. Tireder than I thought.” Your eyes close, lashes brushing his chest. “H?” 

“What?”

“You okay?”

“Fine, honey. Was just asking you,” he mumbles. His pillow feels like a cloud beneath his head, the mattress even better, and the sheets are a brushed cotton that’s amazingly soft on his skin. 

He turns his nose down onto you for a not so secret sniff. 

“Feels too good to be true.” 

“My turn tonight,” he says. 

“No, baby, it’s my turn.” 

“That’s fine.” He’s not as tired as you, or at least not half as achy. If Wren wakes up crying (not definitely going to happen) or Dove has a late night startle (even less likely, though not impossible), he’ll take the burden tonight. “I wanted babies and I got ‘em.”

“I want them too,” you say. 

“Of course you do,” he says, rubbing your forehead with the tip of his nose affectionately. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Less when they wake me up,” you joke. 

Steve feels up your side to your shoulder for a sleepy cuddle. You don’t realise how soft you can be, how warm you are pressed against him like this, how grateful he is to hold you. Maybe you can read his mind, or maybe as just pure evidence of such a feat, you cup his upper arm in your hand and begin to draw shapes over his skin, breaking the pattern with fleeting scratches. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, honey. I’m sure. You go to sleep now, okay? It’s Saturday tomorrow,” he whispers tenderly. “You don’t have anywhere to be.” 

“‘Cept here,” you whisper back. 

“Love you.” A brush of his lips to your eyebrow. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” he says. He swears he’s gonna stay up for a bit and count your eyelashes or something, maybe pen you a love poem, write a note about your lips and how they pout when you’re nearly sleeping, but he forgets to when you press your face into the curve of his neck and kiss it clumsily. You fall asleep at the same time, the girls laughing in whispers just a few feet away behind the wall.  

[class-of-classic-blog]

MY HEADCANON FOR PARENTS NAMES:

Snow White: Bianca White ( Bianca means "white" and Whites are probably one of the most obsessed families with their story, every single Snow White had a name with meaning relative to the fairy tails,)

Evil Queen: Eris Queen (I can't remember did I read a fic where she was called Eris but I think that the name of the goddess of discord really suits her)

Sleeping Beauty: Rosalin Beauty (pretty standard name)

Cinderella: Ophelia Ella ( a sweet name for a sweet girl)

Red Riding Hood: Scarlett Hood (one more standard name)

Big Bad Wolf: Aiden Wolf (close friends call him Andy :) )

Dark Fairy: Darcy Thorn ( oh the irony of being the dark fairy with dark name and yet cover yourself in light)

Candy Witch: Cinnamon Witch (I also didn't come up with this name myself. I saw someone use it for her a really long time ago but I can't remember who. If the person who came up with this name sees this, you deserve a reward, the name is perfect. But I hc that she goes by her nickname: Candy. Why? Because it's such a cute nickname)

Pinocchio: Oak Wood (I think that every family name has something to do with trees or wood. Oak sounds like a perfect name for someone sweet, young and cheerful and later as an adult calm and wise)

Goldilocks: Dolly Locks ( I just think that its a cute name and she kinda remind me of Dolly)

Huntsman: Archer Huntsman (Okay, so, Huntsmans are bad at naming their kids, like REALLY BAD. Hunter we are counting on you to break that cycle)

King Charming: Dashing Charming (I read one fanfic were he is named Dashing and i think that name suits him, i myself couldn't come up with the more fitting name)

Queen Charming: Grace Charming (I also read that one in a fanfic and i think it fits her, somehow whenever i think of Charmings Dashing and Grace are the first name that come to my mind)

Rapunzel: Cressida O'Hair (I first just like the name but then i found out the Cressida means "golden" so it goes well with Rapunzel story)

Pied Piper: Devin Piper ( It means "bard" or "poet", the perfect name for a musician. Also, Piper is really a cool name, too bad it is already his last name)

Mad Hatter: Maddox Hatter (I just like silly names for Wonderlandians, especially Mad Hatter)

Queen of Hearts: Victoria Hearts ( okeey, it's not a very Wonderlandian name but neither is Elizabeth and Vicy is a cute nikename)

Cheshire Cat: Lorelai Cheshire (I didn't want to go for the obvious one Chatrine, like, I get it, she's a cat, She literally named her daughter Kitty, or maybe Katrine Kitty for short, BUT THEN I REMEMBER THAT TOLERAI EXISTED which is literally the same name just different first latter and I already gotten attached to Lorelai, so, umm if you all could just do me the favour and pretend that these are TOTALLY different names I would be very thankful)

Alice Wonderland: Amilia Wonderland ( Also would her last name be Wonderland or Liddell? Bonus cute nickname Amy)

White Rabbit: Castor Blanc ( At first i just liked the name but don't you think that "dutiful" is a perfect for White Rabbit)

White Swan: Elenor Swan ( It means "shining light" and to be honest with that destiny she's going to need some light in her life)

Black Swan: Callisto VonBart (What would be the last name of The Black Swan? VonBart?BlackSwan? I put VonBart because I found an OC of Odille on Pinterest and her last name was VonBart. I don't know)

Frog Prince: Hanry Croakington ( i reafuse to belive that he named his son after himself. Nuh-uh. He named Hopper after his father or maybe his grandfather)

Robin Hood: Wren Hood ( Listen, Listen, maybe they just have a thing with the birds?)

Maid Marian: Pandora Charming ( I don't think that there is a destiny stricly for Maid Marian. I think thats just a princess from Charming family or from nobel family, that's why i gave her last name Chaming. Last name changed after the wedding)

Beauty: Primrose Beauty ( Ah, Beauties and their roses)

Beast: Damian Beast (like it)

Fairy Godmother: Beatrice Goodfairy ("blessed one" mmm... too bad you can't bless yourself)

Jack Beanstalk: Jasper Beanstalk (nice)

Snow Queen: Isolde Winter (perfect for ice queen)

Snow King: Nikolai Winter (took his wife's last name, couldn't think of his own that's not arleady taken)

BONUS: PRINCES CHARMING

The Good King: David Charming (i think that only the main Charming follow that logic with names where all siblings have names with the same first latter)

Cinderella's prince Charming: Louis Charming (he's a nice boy)

Snow White's prince Charming: Cassian Charming (I just like it)

Sleeping Beauty's prince Charing: Liam Charming (don't ask)

[theladyofbloodshed]

@nerisweek Day 6 - Future

Nesta covered her eyes and braced herself against the tree trunk, the bark rough beneath her fingers. The gentle breeze of autumn whispered through the trees, rustling the branches. She made out the hurried steps through the undergrowth, of branches snapping and breaking beneath their boots, the soft giggles and shushing. 

‘One, two, three, where are you?’

Another giggle. Another shush. 

‘One, two, three, we’re over here.’

Nesta made a show of searching behind spindly saplings and through bulky bushes. ‘Where could they be?’

Her voice carried on the wind and was met with another laugh. 

Safera bounded over, tail swishing in joy despite her old years. Nesta ran a hand across her glossy, grey coat before the dog turned and sniffed the ground hunting for Eris. 

Nesta took great steps through the forest so her boots would cause the most noise. She grew closer to the target judging by the frequent shushes for quiet and laughter. 

‘Aha!’

Eris had his back pressed to a particularly wide oak tree. He held up his hands in recognition that he’d been caught. But there was no little person hiding behind his legs or behind the bush nearby. 

‘Where is our son?’

Eris smiled in that lazy way of his. His smiles were more frequent since he became high lord. ‘That would be cheating.’

‘Safera,’ called Nesta.

‘Smokehounds are also cheating.’

A rupturing laugh sounded above their heads. 

‘You put our son in a tree,’ she stated. 

Above their heads, Sebastian could not contain his glee any longer. His little hand clutched the branch whilst he sat on another, legs dangling down. His auburn hair curled at the back of his neck, long enough to need a cut but Nesta could not bear to see it cut yet. He was growing too quickly. He was as wild and as free as the magic that was rife in the land. 

‘Jump,’ called Eris, opening his arms. 

The boy was already as reckless and uncaring about danger as his father. He had less than three years to his name but he’d already attended court functions and meetings on Eris’ lap. Where Eris went, Bastian followed. 

Nesta had to close her eyes as their son leapt. He had full trust in his father. A far cry from their own fathers, but in this regard, Nesta was glad things were different. 

‘Did I win?’

‘Mama found you,’ pointed out Eris as he lifted the boy onto his shoulders. 

There were few similarities to Nesta in her son. He was boisterous and loud, with russet eyes and curling red hair. A little of Eris in his personality and his nose. The rest of him was all Lucien. That had been a surprise. He shared his uncle’s expressions and mannerisms - the laughter and tricks especially. 

‘You were last to be found though,’ she placated before a tantrum could begin - or a declaration for them to play again. For the ninth time that morning. 

They made their way to the clearing where Orla was on a blanket with one of the smokehounds sleeping beside her. Niamh had joined her whilst they were playing and held their daughter, Wren. 

‘I like this one the most,’ she called. ‘She doesn’t smell like Bash does.’

From Eris’ shoulders, Sebastian made a harrumph but his eyes were bright at the sight of Niamh. She taught him just as many tricks as Lucien, perhaps more. And was always ready to wrestle with him. Niamh was like an extra child. 

‘Luc has just woken up,’ said Orla.

Never in her wildest dreams did Nesta anticipate that she would live a life beyond the Wall, much less be the lady of the Autumn Court. There were parts of her mortal life that she kept; the decision to have a child so quickly after their wedding was one. They were advised not to get disappointed as fae pregnancies were rare and could take decades. Without a son, Eris was without a true heir too. Sebastian had arrived swiftly before the year was out to everybody’s surprise. They had been so careful afterwards in that tired, fugue-like state of new parents. They had barely any energy to kiss each other, let alone more. Eris was overjoyed at Nesta’s decision not to pass their son off to wet nurses and governesses, and instead raise him with the affection her mother had not given her. But the court still needed them so their time and energy was stretched thin. On one foolish night when Orla and Baran had offered to watch Sebastian so they could spend time alone, Nesta’s plans had been only to sleep uninterrupted but Eris had offered a massage with his warm hands. 

The healers found it fascinating. Twins. And so soon after the first.

Nesta had asked Eris how much he’d paid the healer to say it, but her husband had gone so pale he’d practically turned translucent. 

Wren was Eris’ double. Her red hair was as soft as silk, her amber eyes a shade darker. She didn’t like to be held for long, preferring to crawl or pull herself up on objects to stand and watch. Wren loved to watch her older brother. She was just as loud as he was too - but a loud child was a safe child, one who wasn't afraid to be loud. She just wished they didn't yell and squeal at all hours of the day.

Nesta wasn’t bitter at all that two of her children – whom she had carried for months, endured sickness and swelling with - were nothing like her. Not at all.

Their youngest, Luc, had been deemed fussy. He didn’t like to be held by anybody except Nesta. He was quiet and cuddly, but only for her. Even in Eris’ arms, Luc would cry and curve his spine to get away. He was also the only one that looked anything like her too. Nesta swept a hand against his sandy coloured hair as she gathered him to her. 

With Bash, she’d been unsure and relied heavily upon her mother-in-law’s guidance. Nursing made her self-conscious so she always did it in a private room with only maybe Eris there for company. Since the arrival of the twins, her breasts were in high demand. For their close circle, seeing Nesta covered up was change from routine; it had become commonplace for one of the babies to be hanging on her bare chest. Even in council meetings, she worked on a rotation while the stiff-lipped elder members of the council huffed their disapproval and pointedly looked at the ceiling while she fed her children. The youngest two were being weaned onto soft foods, thank goodness. When Eris declared that he couldn’t wait to have her breasts to himself again, she shot him down and countered that he’d be lucky if she went near him again. In truth, she was glad for her children. As tired and stretched thin as she felt.

They couldn’t have done it without their friends. Orla, as always, was a steadfast help. The healer soothed Nesta’s worries as a new mother and provided her with a friend to talk to as well as helping with the babies. Niamh was… Well, she was Niamh. She was surprisingly useful with her iron-stomach and when Wren exploded all over herself for the first time, it was Niamh who stepped in to clear the mess without gagging as the rest of them did. Thanks to Niamh, Nesta saw Emerie often. Rhysand had tried to put a stop to the spy’s visits to his court then discovered it only bolstered Niamh who circumvented his rules and found new ways to infiltrate his wards around Illyria. Her visits to Illyria were only to see a certain shopkeeper, but often Emerie would visit the Autumn Court too. Gwyn’s visits were less frequent and carefully orchestrated with the help of Lucien, but they were valued all the same.

Two figures approached them.

‘Don’t you two have a court to run?’

Lucien’s smooth voice carried to them – and the sound of it had Sebastian scrambling from the blanket to run at his uncle. They were two peas in a pod.

Her sister walked beside him, a glow upon her cheeks. Elain’s visits to the Autumn Court had also become more frequent. She said it was to spend time in the beautiful gardens that Eliška cultivated and to share seeds or cuttings between the courts.

Nesta glanced to Eris with a warning in her eyes.

They did not speak of the bond. Whilst Elain and Lucien had not accepted it – still – they had not rejected it either. They were in a strange purgatory where they spent time together as close companions travelling between courts but never quite reaching romance. Both seemed happy though. Eris tried to push them together often hence the warning look. He couldn’t help himself from meddling. The High Lord of matchmaking was Baran’s name for him. It was an impulse of his to scheme in any way – bloodshed or love.

‘We have news,’ said Elain as she found a space on the crowded blanket.

Lucien joined them too, careful to sweep Elain’s skirts towards her shins so he didn’t sit on them. She could feel Eris’ all knowing look on her face which she met with her own “don’t you dare” stare.  

Elain held out an envelope.

‘Oh, the high lord can read it,’ said Nesta.

In truth, Nesta was nervous about the reply. It was silly really. Their previous two invitations had been declined after a long waiting period.

As was Autumn tradition, they had hosted the high lord and his delegates from each court since Eris’ assumption to the mantle. Every court had visited thus far except one. When the Day Court had visited, Eris and Lucien had practically been glued to their mother’s side – and the other brothers had blockaded Helion from seeing her alone. The Summer Court had visited four times with a fifth visit on the horizon; Tarquin was innovative with a sense of humour that Nesta adored. She teased Eris that she’d have married him if he had been the one to rescue her from Illyria. Even Tamlin had come twice. Once with a sour mood then – after meeting a healer with the kindest heart of all – he’d been softer. The alliance with Spring was becoming stronger and they had even received an invitation to visit Tamlin's manor.   

The Night Court was elusive.

After three years, it was becoming embarrassing. To spurn the invitation twice already was a mark of shame. If they rejected a third invitation, they would not receive a fourth.

Eris claimed that three years was nothing to the fae – that he was still new to the role. But in three years, they had married and had three children. Two of those children had not officially been announced. They were waiting until a year had passed as was custom for children after the first-born.

‘They will attend,’ Eris announced in a grave voice.

It didn’t alleviate anything in Nesta’s heart. She missed her sister. After the initial gratitude that Orla had saved Feyre’s life, their relationship dried up again. Feyre was loyal to her mate and court; Nesta was loyal to her husband. They had exchanged letters through Elain or Lucien. They spoke of Elin often, of the niece that Nesta would not see grow up. When Sebastian’s birth was announced in Prythian, a gift had come. But their letters grew scant. Nesta had not told Feyre she was expecting twins – it was kept secret from most due to the headache of succession. In truth, Nesta had been in denial that she was having two more babies so soon after the first too.

Her husband looked to her. ‘They will bring Elin.’

She wondered if her niece would look like them or her cousins.

‘And Cassian.’

Her blood ran cold.

‘What?’

Eris pursed his lips as he read the letter again. ‘No Amren or Morrigan is the compromise. Cassian is part of their delegate as the general of their armies. Further, he provides protection to the High Lady and her daughter in enemy territory.’

‘I am going to kill that male,’ declared Niamh.

‘No talk of murder in front of my children, thank you,’ replied Eris.

They had been backed into a corner. To refuse Cassian was to refuse the entire party which meant the onus was on them for rejecting the Night Court. It was a political headache.

‘Fine,’ she said, holding Luc a little tighter. ‘What else can we do? This is our court and he must follow our rules.’

‘I hope he steps out of line so I can slice-’

‘Niamh,’ they all chorused to silence her.

They wanted to protect their children from the violence that Eris had experienced. As much as the court was changing, so too was their father. Eris was shedding skins, transforming into something new, someone better. That part of him that she’d fallen in love with was no longer hidden away. He no longer needed to wear masks to protect himself from his own father. The Autumn Court was better for it.

‘They will arrive tomorrow,’ said Eris.  

That was the cue for him and Niamh to jump to their feet to ensure that everything would go smoothly.

Nesta did not see Eris again until night had fallen. All three children were asleep in the room adjoining theirs. Elain was staying the night – as was Lucien, in separate but adjacent rooms – to be a familiar face to the Night Court when they arrived and to possibly assuage any unpleasantries.

Eris slipped his arms around her and gave a tired groan against the skin of her neck.

‘Long day?’

‘Niamh.’

There was a bloodthirstiness in that female that couldn’t be quenched.

‘You will like this,’ he continued. ‘We had a letter from Tamlin inviting us to the Spring Court to observe its growth. He has apparently found a wraith with a rare illness that perhaps Orla could take a look at.’ Eris gave a laugh. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he has cursed the poor wraith as an excuse to invite Orla there.’

‘We are not all as calculating as you, my darling.’

He released her to begin undressing for bed. ‘It has been many years since Saban’s death. Orla deserves to be loved. She’s capable of taming the beast. Perhaps they can heal together.’ He shrugged. ‘But I will not interfere.’

That made Nesta laugh. She cocked an eyebrow at her husband. ‘Truly?’

Eris flopped onto the bed with his shirt gaping open. ‘It’s killing me to stay out of it. All these shy smiles and batting eyelashes.’ He threw back his head so his chin jutted upwards. ‘All of them. Orla and Tamlin. Lucien and Elain. Niamh and Emerie. Do not get me started on Gwyneth and the shadowsinger.’

‘They ought to get married first then fall in love, like we did.’

‘Exactly!’ Eris removed the last of his clothes and stretched out on the bed. ‘Did you know I was such a romantic?’

‘Nosy is the word that I would use, Eris.’

Her husband pulled her down onto the bed and curled around her. His warm hand covered her stomach, making her tense.

‘Am I still beautiful to you?’

‘Devastatingly.’

Nesta traced her fingers across his knuckles. Being a mother was her greatest joy but she could also lament the destruction it had wreaked on her body. Her body was a far cry from the emaciated wraith she had been, but her new-found soft parts still took some getting used to. Once cleared by Orla, Nesta had taken up riding again but beyond that, she no longer trained, having no desire to. Her time was better spent furthering the court or with her children. Some days, she’d look at her body in the mirror and vow to begin training again then Eris would arrive with sweet treats and her plans were thrown into disarray. Three years was a long time not to see her sister and the changes which had been gradual to those close to Nesta would only be that much starker to the Night Court.

‘All will be well tomorrow,’ murmured Eris in a slow drawl as sleep tried to steal him from her. ‘I promise you.’

***

‘I will break every single one of your fingers if you gloat.’

Eris folded his arms across his chest then leaned against the wall. ‘You sound like your sister.’

Orla’s nostrils flared. She could be just as fearsome as Niamh, perhaps more so. The healer would attend the evening’s dinner in the hope that the memory of Orla’s heroics in saving Rhysand’s family would prevent tension. Truly, Eris was anticipating every possible outcome. He’d even sent a last-minute invitation to Helion who was still good friends with Rhysand in case things turned south. He didn’t like dangling his mother in front of the High Lord of Day, but to keep his wife safe, Eris would take the necessary path. Helion would put a stop to any violence from Cassian if he felt Eliška was in danger.

‘Who says I would gloat?’

Orla levelled a stare at him.

It had been Cassian’s heavy-handedness that had driven Nesta away. His commitment to Rhysand over her was the wedge that could never be overcome. He had to thank the male, really, for pushing Nesta away – although he hated what had been done to his wife. Hated how they had tried to break her. Tried to mould her into their pet.

‘If you mean because I married his beautiful, kind mate and have three children with her, I would never dream of it.’

‘Eris.’ Orla took a tea towel from a hook beside her oven and whipped him on the leg. Being high lord did not change his friends’ attitudes. ‘How is Nesta?’

‘She’s worried. More for the children. Nervous to see Feyre too, but Cassian is the big worry.’

The healer nodded with understanding. Mates were rare things. Those individuals who had broken mating bonds were rarer still. Their paths did not cross often. It had been three years since Helion had severed the bond between Nesta and Cassian – and she had not spoken of it since that day.

‘You’re not worried that seeing him might spark feelings in her?’

Eris blinked at her. ‘Have you met me?’ He gestured to himself. ‘Handsome. Clever. Great sense of fashion.’

The truth was he had not considered that there might be lingering feelings there, particularly after an absence. To the wider world, there was little to compare; Cassian was a base born Illyrian whilst he was a high lord. Yet those were things that did not matter to his wife. Although she had studied the differences between fae types, the same prejudices held by the high fae didn’t run in Nesta’s blood. Being Illyrian didn’t make Cassian an inferior choice as others would perceive him. They had been lovers. She had wanted a life with him for a brief time. A lost love would always stir up emotions – hence why his brother still sat on the fence with Elain.

‘Sometimes, Orla, your words can be deadlier than your sister’s.’

‘We have to think of everything, Eris.’ She sighed. ‘And we should go or we will be late.’

They winnowed directly to the Forest House where Nesta was already pacing.

‘Niamh and Baran have the twins. They’ll join us after dinner if Luc doesn’t spend the whole time crying for me. Sebastian and Lucien went for a walk and have not returned yet. If your brother brings my son back and his clothes have even a speck of dirt-’

Eris placed his hands on his wife’s shoulders. He smiled at her which was dangerous given her mood. Silver flames wended through his fingers in warning, but he released his own fire so the flames tangled together.

‘All will be well.’

‘Really?’ Nesta inhaled. ‘I’m glad you are in a good mood.’

‘Why shouldn’t I be, my love?’

He had everything he wanted.

Nesta smiled at him. It was full of fakery. The type of smile which signalled that she was about to drag him back to the ground.

‘I am glad,’ she repeated. ‘You’ll be pleased to know that Helion has arrived early so your mother is showing him her gardens.’

His face went slack.

‘Which guards?’

‘None at all. No brothers either. Your mother claimed they were unnecessary.’

When Eris tried to go, Nesta hooked her fingers into the collar of his shirt. ‘We have duties, High Lord.’

His mother was an adult, as she was so fond of telling him. Eris had to meet his wife’s undercurrent of panic with a steady calm, so he swallowed his irritations that Helion had swanned into his court to flirt with his mother. Again.

‘Yes, we do. Let us greet our guests.’

It was customary for the ruling party to remain upon the balcony overlooking the great hall to receive guests. It was archaic and a waste of time, but Eris had pushed enough boundaries and changed enough rules to cause a ruckus already that there were some he needed to keep for a time. The prideful elders of the court would throw a fit if he abandoned their precious court traditions. It meant that as the Night Court arrived, he and Nesta remained above observing. It surely grew tiresome to wear only black, he thought. Elin walked between her mother and father, holding the former’s hand. She struck Eris as a serious, little thing with glossy, black hair and a quiet disposition. They were flanked by the Illyrians. Azriel scoped out the room, cataloguing the exits and noting the faces that he recognised – Orla, Elain, Helion and Eris’ mother back from their escapade. Eris tried not to laugh as the shadowsinger’s shoulders slumped in relief at the absence of Niamh. Cassian did not examine the room. No, the male looked straight ahead at the two thrones carved from ancient wood rather than glance up towards them as if the evening was already tedious.

They stopped at the raised dais which was their cue to descend the two curving staircases and take up positions. When Eris and Nesta stopped in front of their thrones, the room bowed and curtseyed to them. The Night Court followed tradition, giving the slightest of bows – except for Rhysand’s daughter who sank into a deep curtsey, too practised for such a small girl.

‘We welcome you to the Autumn Court,’ said Eris, accepting their greeting with a nod. ‘Third time is the charm.’

Beside him, his wife – dressed in a resplendent gown the colour of blood with golden flowers embroidered along the sides and cuffs - did not move an inch. Her eyes were on her niece and there was such longing in them that Eris was tempted to ask them to stay the night so she could carve a little more time with her.

They led their guests to the formal dining room which Nesta called the torture room. In glass cabinets illuminated by faelight, stuffed animals were on display. The arching ceiling cast long shadows, disfiguring the corners of the room from view. It was rather macabre. At least his other brothers were not in attendance then it really would have been a grisly meal.

Servants brought the first course – pumpkin soup – to their places. Eris debated drowning in it as not a word had been spoken since they had all settled. He caught his wife’s gaze at the opposite end of the table and her look said the same. He had been to funerals that were jollier; his father’s included. Even when Lucien joined, apologising for his lateness, the mood remained tense as they tucked into their soup.

Nesta sucked in a breath then said, ‘Well, Elin, you are bigger than I remember.’

The small girl who had seated herself between her mother and Cassian only nodded then turned her eyes back to her empty bowl.

‘She is very shy,’ said Feyre, stroking her daughter’s dark hair.

Eris refrained from comments that would likely result in a lashing from his wife that it was probably as a result of the company she was forced to keep.

‘My son is playing in the nursery,’ said Nesta, with a glance to Lucien to confirm that Sebastian was back in one piece from their adventure, ‘if you’d like to join him. He is your cousin.’

‘Elin will remain with us,’ replied Rhysand from his place between Helion and Elain.

Nesta appeared crest-fallen.

He hated to see his wife wilt.

Eris clapped his hands together. ‘There’s no reason Bastian cannot join us for dinner.’

There were plenty of reasons. They had tried once when the Summer Court had come then vowed that he could only join them for dinners when he was older. They’d set the dinner earlier than usual but that did not mean his son wouldn’t be tired and irritable. Worse, he could still have the energy that Lucien couldn’t use up.   

As a mark of good faith, Eris departed for the nursery where Niamh had Bash pinned on the ground blowing raspberries on his belly. Baran had Wren held up to the window, showing her the bats swooping amongst the trees as dusk set in while she grizzled and tried to jerk from his grip. Mercifully, Luc was still asleep.

‘Sebastian, you’re needed to rescue your sad, little cousin from a terrible dinner.’

Before Eris could reach out his hand, his son had skittered past him and barrelled down the corridor. The servants of the Forest House had learnt quickly that once the heir of the court had figured out walking, they should move from his path. He stopped for no one. As much of a rascal as he was, it was welcomed. The ghost of Beron Vanserra was lifting. Never, in his father’s rein, would a child be allowed to race down the hall, greeting everybody with his loud voice without serious punishments.

‘Bastian,’ Eris hissed, running after him.

He wasn’t quick enough.

The dining room door flung open then his son bellowed, ‘I’m here.’

It was met with a stunned silence then Nesta broke into riotous laughter. She pushed back her chair to grab hold of him then lifted him up in the air. ‘Your uncle Lucien was meant to tire you out.’

‘I think I had the opposite effect,’ confessed Lucien.

‘Feyre, this is Sebastian, your nephew. And Elin is your cousin.’

The poor child stared at Bash with unbridled horror that she was indeed related to the juggernaut that Nesta was about to unleash upon them.

‘Nana!’

His mother had a split second to ease out of her chair before her grandson threw himself at her. He was exuberant with his love. But – at least – he had broken the stalemate and laughter rang out around the room. He helped himself to bites of his grandmother’s food then Elain’s before clambering up onto the table, much to Nesta’s distress, and making a beeline for Azriel.

Eris waited for comments about his son’s lack of manners, but the Night Court were fighting back their own laughter as Bash greeted everybody like old friends. He saw Nesta tense as Bastian reached for Cassian, but the Illyrian merely guided him onto a wedge of the chair that his cousin occupied.

‘The terrible twos?’ asked Feyre.

‘Terrific twos,’ amended Eris with a wink. ‘Almost three now.’

‘He’s been this way as soon as he could move,’ said Nesta, shaking her head. ‘He can’t sit still and as for quiet, well, that’s a foreign word.’

His son was terrific. He had far too much energy and never slept, as well as having a voice like a foghorn, but Sebastian delighted in everything and shared his love with the whole court. He loved everybody. The lesser fae servants doted on him when they saw him and Sebastian knew all of their names. He’d learned to talk early on due to the substantial time spent with adults and he hadn’t stopped talking since. Definitely his son.

They had finished the main course when the dining room door opened. Wren’s cry sounded and a harassed-looking Baran beckoned for him with two smokehound pups fighting their way between the guard’s legs.

‘I’m sorry. She just won’t settle. I don’t know what to do and Niamh is no help. Luc’s waking up too.’

Wren reached out her hands for Eris. Her cheeks were red from her crying so he lifted her against his chest. ‘Not to worry. The more the merrier.’

He heard the sudden gasp from Feyre. The silence that was only interrupted by Bash bombarding Elin with questions about wings.

‘You have a daughter?’

Nesta floundered for words, her eyes going to Cassian, then to the others as if searching for a life line.

‘It is tradition in our court to not announce a child until they have celebrated their first year,’ explained his mother.

Orla added, ‘With the exception of a presumed heir.’

The attention strayed to Lucien and Elain who had kept the secret. From the shadowsinger’s reaction, Eris presumed that Gwyneth had not breathed a word of the twins either. Nesta had good people in her life.

His daughter wanted to crawl. More than anything, he knew that she wanted to be like her big brother so wanted to be near him. Eris set Wren onto the carpet, his main course of venison abandoned. Her bottom lip stopped wobbling, free from the shackles of somebody’s arms. Sebastian clambered down from the chair and crawled alongside her, telling Elin that Wren was his little sister. He bent over, head on the carpet and bottom sticking up as he gazed at her. All of the chaos was worth it for these sorts of moments. His children would have the softness that they were denied.

The two dogs which had forced their way in were under the table awaiting scraps. They were supposed to be Phelan’s litter to take care of, but the puppies had learnt that following the children was best as they tended to make such a mess with food or they simply handed it to the dogs.

Feyre asked, ‘Is it always so chaotic here?’

Nesta offered a close-lipped smile. ‘I have not had an uninterrupted meal in three years.’

It was at that moment that the door was kicked open, making Orla jump.

‘Shadowsinger.’

If there were not wards smothering the Forest House then Eris had little doubt that Azriel would have winnowed away at that very moment, dinner be damned.

Niamh swaggered in with Luc balanced on her hip. Her hair was askew from grappling with the children. Luc’s was dampened with sweat and the beginnings of his cry sounded. Nesta went to him, arms outstretched. It was envious how easily she could settle him. Luc was a mama’s boy like the male he was named after.

‘Twins?’

Eris grimaced and looked to his wife to see what pearls of wisdom she might have, but she remained quiet, sparing a pitying glance to Cassian who resolutely stared at his plate.

From his upside-down position on the carpet, Bastian called, ‘Sur-prise. Sur-prise!’

 ‘Would you like one?’ Nesta asked her sister. ‘To make the numbers even. You can pick.’

The laughter around the room shaved off the edge of tension again then Helion clapped Lucien on the back. ‘What’s taking you two so long to make a baby?’

Elain choked on her wine until it shot out of her nose while Lucien squirmed uncomfortably. Good, thought Eris, let them be in the firing line for a while.

***

Surprising them, the Night Court agreed to remain a while longer after dinner – at least until Elin grew tired. That was a foreign concept to Nesta. Her children had no understanding of time or fatigue.

She was on her knees with Luc perched there. He loved to watch everything. Elin had joined them with the girl threading a finger through his little fist. Nesta worried for her niece. Her birth had been traumatising. Whilst she and Eris had been adamant that their children could choose their own futures, their love, their destiny, she wasn’t sure if the same freedoms would be offered to Elin. Even in Prythian, daughters made alliances - but she hoped Feyre would put a stop to that.

‘Would you like to hold him?’

It could have been a recipe for disaster. Sebastian had loved to be held as a baby. He went to anybody without complaint. Luc was trickier.

Nesta encouraged Elin to sit in one of the massive arm chairs in the lounge while she propped a pillow onto her lap and sat Luc there. The lip wobbled, but Nesta remained in his sight, stroking his soft cheek until he calmed.

A figure crouched beside them and Nesta already knew who it was without looking, as though an innate part of her would always know Cassian.

‘Elin loves playing with her dolls,’ he said, catching the girl’s eye and smiling.

Nesta knew how it could have been perceived – that she was rubbing her life in her mate’s face. She had the husband she dreamed of and a family that meant the world to her. Eris held a squirming puppy up to light as he spoke with Helion and Orla. Eliška was speaking with Feyre and Elain; the three of them smiling and laughing as they played with Wren. Lucien was showing Bash new sleight of hand tricks that he presumably learned from Jurian as they were not magic at all. And Azriel was under interrogation from Niamh; no matter how he tried to side-step her, Niamh continued to corner him.

‘When I was your age, I had two little sisters to play with,’ said Nesta. ‘Your mama was only a baby then.’

At the sound of Cassian’s wings rustling together, Luc’s attention was captured. His light eyes registered that Cassian was knelt beside him.

Tentatively, Cassian held out his hand. Luc’s fingers gripped one of his, a frown pressing his brow that it wasn’t as easy to bend as his mother’s fingers.

‘I have thought a lot about that time,’ murmured Cassian, ‘about what I would do differently. I am sorry.’ The Illyrian was careful with his words around the children. ‘Your happiness should have been put ahead of the ideal image in my head.’

‘Cassian-’

‘Please, Nes. I likely won’t see you for another three years.’ He offered a pitying smile that couldn’t hide the dullness in his eyes. ‘I can’t change time and erase those months but I can be sorry for them. For what I did. I’m glad that you are happy. You can’t imagine how nice it is to see you with your family. You’re practically glowing. And I hope that – one day – you might come and visit us in the Night Court again. Elin loves brushing hair, but she’s bored of braiding mine.’

At that, Elin gave a shy smile in confirmation that she’d been listening.  

‘We can try to visit,’ said Nesta – and she meant it. So much had changed in three years and she no longer wanted her sister to be a stranger. She wanted to be an aunt to Elin, wanted poor Elain to stop being the middleman between them. Cassian would always be in Feyre’s life so they could at least be civil to each other. ‘But I have to warn you that my children are very loud.’

When Luc began fussing, Nesta cradled him to her chest. He was growing tired for once which meant they had approximately ten minutes to find somewhere quiet so she could nurse before all hell broke loose. She could feel Eris watching them. He gave a look that enquired over her well-being. Nesta dipped her chin slightly to signal that all was well.  

‘The hour grows late,’ Eris announced. ‘By all means, we can have rooms prepared, but my wife and I have three children to get to sleep.’

They said their subdued goodbyes in the welcoming foyer where Eris had lifted the wards to allow for winnowing. Nesta had hugged Elin tight and promised that she could braid her hair when they next met. Sebastian blew kisses to them all from Eris’ arms and she had to wonder who her son had learnt that from.

The visit had been positive. Better than Nesta expected and it relieved some of her stress.

‘Tarquin invited us all for Summer Solstice. We might need to re-think that with the three terrors,’ said Eris as he squeezed onto the sliver of mattress beside her. Bash had begged to be in their bed because it wasn’t fair that the babies slept in there. Not fair was a favourite phrase. He took up most of the space, sprawled out with a soft snore coming from him while Safera slept at his feet.

‘We will need a bigger bed when those two figure out how to climb from the cots.’

Eris’ breath tickled her neck as he wrapped his arms around her. ‘We are outnumbered, my love.’

Nesta let out a groan as she sank deeper against her husband. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

[w3w]

Unnatural/Horrifying Creature ID Pack

photo of a bat. because i like bats. and they're sorta scary..

🌑 ꒱ Names

allt, amalgam, axylos, bea, brer, carver, deforest, discord, elwood, eris, hunter, hylas, juno, medusa, miasma, mimic, omen, pandora, raven, sawyer, shroud, silvius, trickster, trixie, twilight, umbra, wren

🩸 ꒱ Pronouns

amalga / amalgamation, anar / anarchy, bea / beast, claw / claws, crea / creature, cree / creepy, danger / dangerous, dea / death, deci / deceive, des / despair, des / desperate, dist / disturbed, dep / depths, eer / eerie, ent / entity, fea / fear, feat / features, gri / grin, gro / growl, hau / haunt, hide / hidden, horri / horrific, hun / hunt, indes / indescribable, lum / lumber, mad / madness, mi / mist, mist / mistake, mor / morbid, mort / mortified, ner / nervous, om / omen, ro / roam, rot / rotting, ser / serve, sna / snarl, ten / tense, thre / threat, unfla / unflattering, unknown / unknowable, unnat / unnatural, with / wither, wro / wrong

🌑 ꒱ Titles

[x] who induces fear, [x] who horrifies all that observe [x], [x] who terrifies, [x] cast out of [x] village, the exiled one, [x] rejected by the earth's blessings, [x] cursed by the hands of the unholy, [x] shrouded by mist, the abominable creature of night, [x] begrudgingly accepted by the community, [x] who frightens, [x] who isn't what [x] seems, [x] who'll get the life [x] deserves, the amalgamate of all who lost faith, [x] who'll make you fear the unknown, [x] who lost all humanity, [x] who travels with flies feasting upon [x] carcass, [x] who beckons you to follow

🩸 ꒱ Genders

amallenbilic, careldrisean, censoredgender, creat?re, creaturething, creatureweirdo, cryptidhorror, cryptidmasc/fem, cryptidredacted, eldrideity, eldrilover, fanorean, fearbodiment, firloen, horaugic, horheartsoundic, hyperhorror, laceldritchity, lacunaic, masc/femcreature, unfathogoreygender, virstalous

bonus: cryptid omninoun, fear eiment

[kedreeva]

You mentioned peafowl are on the higher end of omnivorous fowl species. Do they 'prey on' or act aggressive to other farm birds (ducks, chickens, quails, pigeons, so on)? Do things such as farm fowl breeds or temperament affect those interactions?

They don't attack other adult birds as prey or anything, but I have at least one friend who hen to pen his turkeys because the toms and peacocks would get into bloody fights if not. Mine always got on fine with turkey hens, but I never tried to keep any toms with them.

I used to house my peafowl with some bobwhite quail, because you can do that with chickens and they'll clean up spilled feed the chickens scratch out onto the floor. I saw a few standoffs between the bobwhites and the peafowl, but despite weighing 6 ounces, the bobwhites always held their own because peafowl are weenies sometimes. However, I thought at first the quail were just young, and then that they must certainly be stressed, because I didn't get a single egg all summer..... until I caught Eris horking down a whole quail egg one day, and realized I HAD been getting eggs all summer, the damn peafowl had just been eating them as quick as they'd find them. So the quail got their own pen.

I tried putting a couple of coturnix quail in, instead, since their eggs are bigger and more camouflaged. But the peafowl would have straight up killed the adult birds, since the coturnix don't run or fight, so I had to take them out again.

Peafowl can get along with chickens, but the disease transfer between them (chickens to peafowl) can kill peafowl, so most people don't. Early on, while we were still building pens, I had a few chickens in with peas in the first pen and the adults again were fine, and the eggs were too big to eat. ....the bantam chicks, however, were not. They got eaten.

Curiously, the peas always liked the pigeons. I don't know if they ever ate any eggs, but the pigeons kept their babies up in nests until they were Bird Sized, and the peafowl didn't chase them around on the ground, the adults or the fledglings, even when I tossed out grains and seeds for them. They DID eat the carolina wren fledglings that were raised in their coop, despite my best efforts to repeatedly remove that nest before there were eggs. That mom was DETERMINED to have her babies in The Worst Location Ever.

So, will peafowl act aggressive toward other farm fowl? Some of them, in some situations. Will peafowl hunt other smaller farm birds for food and sport? If they're small and defenseless enough.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in April 2024 🌈

🌈 Good morning, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ Spring on the Peninsula - Ery Shin 🧡 When I Arrived at the Castle - Emily Carroll 💛 Bloodline - Jenn Alexander 💚 Grey Dog - Elliott Gish 💙 Every Time You Hear That Song - Jenna Voris 💜 I'm in Love with the Villainess v. 2 - Inori and Hanagata ❤️ The Caravaggio Syndrome - Alessandro Giardino 🧡 Leather, Lace, and Locs - Anne Shade 💛 Firebugs - Nico Bulling 💙 I Married My Female Friend v.2 - Shio Usui 💜 The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray - Christine Calella 🌈 A Sweet Sting of Salt - Rose Sutherland ❤️ The Selected Shepherd: Poems - Reginald Shepherd 🧡 Rough Trade - Katrina Carrasco 💛 Aubrey McFadden is Never Getting Married - Georgia Beers 💚 Taming of a Rebel - Eada Friesian 💙 Dayspring - Anthony Oliveira 💜 The Titanic Survivors Book Club - Timothy Schaffert ❤️ Orphia And Eurydicius - Elyse John 🧡 The Fellowship of Puzzlemakers - Samuel Burr 💛 A Good Happy Girl - Marissa Higgins 💙 Winnie Nash Is Not Your Sunshine - Nicole Melleby 💜 Here We Go Again - Alison Cochrun 🌈 Women! In! Peril! - Jessie Ren Marshall

❤️ Blood City Rollers - V. P. Anderson and Tatiana Hill 🧡 The Prospects - KT Hoffman 💛 Crazy Like a Fox: Adventures in Schizophrenia - Christi Furnas 💚 WATCHNIGHT - Cyree Jarelle Johnson 💙 Love From The Sidelines - Tuesday Harper �� The Pleasure in Pain - Roxie Voorhees ❤️ Mal - Perla Zul 🧡 The Black Girl Survives in This One - Desiree S. Evans and Saraciea J. Fennell 💛 Darker by Four - June C.L. Tan 💙 Otherworldly - F.T. Lukens 💜 Hearts Still Beating - Brooke Archer 🌈 Tryst Six Venom - Penelope Douglas

❤️ Teenage Dirtbags - James Acker 🧡 The Heart Wants What It Wants - D.M. Batten 💛 Something Kindred by Ciera Burch 💚 Sheine Lende - Dr. Darcie Little Badger & Rovina Cai 💙 Rainbow Overalls - Maggie Fortuna 💜 Flowers for Dead Girls - Abigail Collins ❤️ Canto Contigo - Jonny Garza Villa

❤️ Court of Wanderers - Rin Chupeco 🧡 Molten Death - Leslie Karst 💛 Triad Magic - ‘Nathan Burgoine 💚 You, Me and Bad Movies - Twoony 💙 The Faithful Dark - Cate Baumer 💜 A Case for Discretion - Ashley Moore ❤️ Party of Fools - Cedar McCloud 🧡 The Last Love Song - Kalie Holford 💛 This is Me Trying - Racquel Marie 💙 Dear Wendy - Ann Zhao 💜 Sun Eater - Dre Levant 🌈 The Breakup Lists - Adib Khorram

❤️ Bad Dream - Nicole Maines & Rye Hickman 🧡 If We Were Stars - Eule Grey 💛 The Broken Lines of Us - Shia Woods 💚 Eye of the Ouroboros - Megan Bontrager 💙 Henry Henry - Allen Bratton 💜 Dear Bi Men - JR Yussuf ❤️ Paige Not Found - Jen Wilde 🧡 Mechanic Shop Femme’s Guide to Car Ownership - Chaya Milchtein 💛 Wide Awake Now - David Levithan 💙 Merciless Saviors - H.E. Edgmon 💜 Smile and Be a Villain - Yves Donlon 🌈 Crash Landing - Charmaine Anne Li

❤️ Call Forth a Fox - Markelle Grabo 🧡 Central Avenue Poetry Prize 2024 - Beau Adler 💛 Good Bones - Aurora Rey 💚 Curiosities - Anne Fleming 💙 Someone You Can Build a Nest in - John Wiswell 💜 Revisiting Summer Nights - Ashley Bartlett ❤️ Bright Spring - Emmaline Strange

❤️ Girls Night - I.S. Belle 🧡 Late Bloomer - Mazey Eddings 💛 Withered - A.G.A. Wilmot 💚 A Wolf Steps in Blood - Tamara Jerée 💙 It Always Finds Me - Anthology 💜 Dulhaniyaa - Talia Bhatt ❤️ Moon Dust in My Hairnet - JR Creaden 🧡 Blood Justice - Terry J. Benton-Walker 💛 Relinquishing Control - J.J. Arias

❤️ Selamlik - Khaled Alesmael 🧡 Houseswap 101 - Jaime Clevenger 💛 Earthflown by Frances Wren & Litarnes 💚 Covenant v.1 - LySandra Vuong 💙 Honey - Victor Lodato 💜 The Dragonfly Gambit - A.D. Sui ❤️ Double Dyno - Sharon K Angelici & Taylor Rose

[sonic-oc-showdown]

SONIC OC SHOWDOWN BRACKETS

Here’s the brackets for the showdown! They will be broken up into BRACKET A and BRACKET B and the winners of each will face each other in the final showdown

Below you can find the full character names and their creators. Polls will start to be posted WEDNESDAY MAY 10TH

BRACKET A

LEFT

1. Petri the Hedgehog ( @starfall-isle​​ ) vs Sky the Otter ( @hornet-protector​​ )

2. Alloy ( @starboundsingularity​​ ) vs Ember the Dragon ( @pika-yolo​​ )

3. Matilda the Ant ( @halcyon-pandion​​  & @frostios​​ ) vs Quake the Elephant (@bunnymajo​​ )

4. Myo the Breeze ( @limon-florcempoalli​​ ) vs Bolt the Cyber Cheetah (@addysfandomdump​​)

5. Rose the Husky ( @sonicanon) vs Aria ( @ask-saffron-and-friends​​ )

6. Kaleival ( @zepandovski​​ ) vs Pierrot ( @maareyas​​ )

7. Wren the Cybernetic Wolf (@rojaceartandgaming​​ )

8. Ghost the Desert Hedgehog ( @retrochao) vs Shred the Possum (@snakolyte​​ )

RIGHT

9. Ganymede the Jack ( @theknifedance) vs Caramel the Hedgehog (@t4twerehog​​ )

10. Ruby Rosario ( @galaxy-pop​​ ) vs Ava the Wolf ( @firedemon72​​ )

11. Deirdre Whitetail ( @sublimenol​​) vs Bertie ( @bobvelsebishot​​ )

12. Mandy ( @green-kat331​​ ) vs Agent VX ( @riftclaw​​ )

13. Zori ( @nintendoni-art) vs Zara-Ra the Echidna ( @julie-su​​ )

14. Pink the Cat ( @prince-o-rot​​ ) vs Wick and Casquette ( @wispon​​ )

15. Ari the Jackalope ( @wannabezangoose​​ ) vs Rose the Fox ( @spiritgenie​​ )

16. Data “Byte” the Goat ( @bunniibones​​ ) vs Quetza ( @beacon-of-chaos​​ )

BRACKET B

LEFT

1. Carrion the Cat ( @sonic-adventure-3​​ ) vs Pip ( @squidthechaotickid​​ )

2. Toon the Lemur Pup ( @poorlydrawnwhispangle​​ ) vs Ignatius ( @pretzelpizzapuppy​​ )

3. Jolly Rancher ( @killer-wizard​​ ) vs Windchester the Falcon ( @scizzors-theawsome​​ )

4. Gyro ( @pigknightwarrior​​ ) vs Serera ( @your-obedient-servant-g-mart​​ )

5. Splash the Seagull ( @splatoonlink​​ ) vs Poppy the Dog ( @zippityzap​​ )

6. Jasper ( @mynders-universe) vs Aryl the Chameleon ( @scorpiolight-madd​​ )

7. Siren ( @the-sonadow-chronicle​​) vs Lavyn the Reindeer ( @spunxter​​ )

9. Storm the Hedgecat ( @sege-h​​ ) vs Reflex the Hedgehog (@therealsirsticker​)

RIGHT

9. Sakuranbo “Ran” the Kitsune ( @starlitskvader​​) vs Haunt ( @pactwraith​​ )

10. Rey the Otter ( @mega-gh0st​​) vs Umbra the Android ( @autismshadow​​ )

11. Whistle the Wolf ( @khalewren​​ ) vs Lily Gale ( @vagevurig​​ ) 

12. Midnight Moon ( @angelicdevil​​ ) vs Sik the Hedgehog ( @getallemeralds​​ )

13. Eli ( @sonics-ask-blog​​ ) vs Tara-Ka the Echidna ( @jimmychakraborty​​ )

14. Eris ( @greyjediluke​​ ) vs Lux ( @fourhedge​​ )

15. Echo the Cat ( @sonicnewschannel​​ ) vs Khalid the Snow Leopard ( @lexo-dog​​)

16. Shai ( @spooperdedooper​​ ) vs Flax ( @new-kelp-city​​ )

[chichirid]

ʚ mafuyu asahina id pack ɞ

(names, pronouns, titles)

names: arachne,  aurora, belladonna, blair, circe, diskette, dusk, eris, evelyn, fuyue, fuyuka, hecate, horona, juliette, kiyoka, lavender, letal, lilith, luna, mashiro, melanie, ophelia, runami, sabrina, sekka, shiori, shizuha, shuuka, thorn, touka, twilight, vesper, willow, winter, wren, yuki, yukime, yukimi

pronouns: it/its, sno/snows, wi/winter, melo/melody, doll/dolls, mari/marionette, pu/puppet, snow/snowflakes, bli/blizzard, mu/musics, twi/twilight, own/owns, ❄️/ ❄️s, 🎭/ 🎭s,

titles: (prn) with a frozen facade, (prn) who writes haunting lyrics, (prn) with a hollow smile, (prn) who is searching for an escape, (prn) who fakes all that is real, (prn) who is overbearingly protected, (prn) tied by snowy strings, (prn) idolised by all, (prn) hiding from a blizzard

the frozen puppet, the admired doll, the imprisoned lyricist, the doll who needs guiding

[aloui-draws]

Day 9, Personal space @/ani_scribbles on twitter's oc-tober challenge below

[jessicas-pi]

📙 📕 please?

OOOO ok since you sent two I'm gonna give you two AUs--a short one and a long one!

the short AU idea is one I call Hi, You've Reached The New Republic. How Can I Help You?

It's based on the premise that, at the end of TRoS, Ben doesn't die. He lives and joins the good guys! But he did a lot of bad stuff, so he's going to be punished. Originally he gets sentenced to death, but Rey is sad about that, and so Poe and Finn step in because Rey Cannot Be Sad. But, also, they understandably resent the bad stuff he did, and they're allowed to be a little petty, as a treat. So they suggest Ben be sentenced to a fate worse than death.

And by "fate worse than death," I mean customer service.

So now Ben works for the New New Republic, answering phones, and he has to deal with all the garbage that customer service workers get, and at this point, Rey's Not Mad Just Disappointed face is the only thing keeping him from turning evil again. Force Ghost Anakin Shenanakins optional.

the other AU I have in mind is a crossover based on Crooked House, which is an Agatha Christie novel! It's long so i'm putting it beneath a cut.

SO, when I read Crooked House, I got like half a chapter in and was absolutely OVERWHELMED by the sabezra vibes from the main couple. It's like, guy meets girl, guy is in love with girl, girl reciprocates, guy goes off to war for a few years, guy and girl are reunited. also, girl has an absolutely insane family where literally anyone could be a suspect in a murder.

ANYWAY i immediately came up with an AU, as one does. I call it Crooked Clan.

I haven't decided if I want this AU to be set in our world in the past, in the canon star wars universe, or in a star-warsy-yet-vintagey universe that is different from canon. I'm thinking the third option probably.

So, the idea is that Sabine's clan isn't ruled by her mother, but by her grandmother, who also owns the Darksaber. Sabine and Ezra are friends in this AU--which happens in a universe where Order 66 was never a thing--despite Ezra being a Jedi and Sabine being Mandalorian. They've known each other since their teenage years, like in canon, and they're very close.

When Sabine is about 22, her grandmother dies under mysterious circumstances, and Sabine asks Ezra to come help her. Ostensibly as moral support, but she actually suspects there was foul play. Ezra agrees immediately because he would do anything for her.

it becomes clear soon that there WAS foul play. The obvious suspect is Gar Saxon, Ursa's distant cousin, who invited himself into their home and is known to be ruthless with a dislike for the Wrens. And due to a technicality, he would become ruler of Clan Wren unless the previous Countess specifically left it to someone else. And the will Sabine's grandmother supposedly made is missing.

But, one-by-one, it becomes clear that everyone in Sabine's family is suspect.

As follows:

Ursa, Sabine's mother, who was supposed to inherit rulership of the clan

Alrich, Sabine's father, who would willingly do anything for his wife

Tristan, Sabine's brother, who was ruthlessly bullied by his grandmother and openly hated her

Eris (an OC), Sabine's aunt and Ursa's older sister, who was disinherited less than a month ago for her supposed "madness"

Bo-Katan, a family friend who turns out to have previously been associated with a terrorist organization known as Death Watch

and finally, Sabine herself becomes suspect, when her grandmother's will finally resurfaces, and she learns that the rulership of the clan--along with the Darksaber--was left to her.

I haven't worked out ALL the details yet, but I have a LOT of vibes in my head, and... yeah, that's the ramble! There may be more someday! But I make no guarantees!

Thank you for the ask!! :D

[azsazz]

So I’ve gotten a lot of messages about what the bat babies look like and I usually don’t have an answer but after yesterday I went on a spree trying to find pics for all of them (even the non bat babies) and this is what I’ve come up with

Azriel’s Kiddies:

Top (left to right): Wren, Baz, Zuzu

Bottom (left to right): Jax, Malos, Knox

Rhys’ Kiddies:

Nyx & Asteria

Cass’ Kiddies:

Gideon, Castor, Sif

Eris’ Kiddies:

Maude, Juniper, Rook

Lucien’s Twins:

Scout & Bandit

Tamlin’s Daughter:

Linden

This is just personally how I would picture them, so don’t come at me if you don’t like them 💙

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Our Farmers, but it's incorrect quotes (part 1? probably):

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Julian: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!

Thad: Merry crisis.

Asra: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.

Willow: Hoe hoe hoe.

Julian: Guys, please.

____________________________________

Wren: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type.

Isaac, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying?

Wren: Perfect.

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Shane: Zeke and I are no longer dating.

Zeke: Shane, that's a horrible way of telling people we're married.

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Shiro: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths.

Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

____________________________________

Eris: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Sebastian: Are you a software update? because not right now.

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Hestia: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

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Bo: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Lance: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Bo: I said within reason, Lance. How about I murder that guy?

Lance: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Bo: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Miranda to Lance: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

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Rain: :)

Isaac: >:(

Rain: Turn that frown upside down!

Isaac: ):<

Rain: Not sure what I was expecting...

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Ziana: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Ziana: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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Isaac: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.

Myra: What hints have you given them?

Isaac: Well, I think about them a lot.

Isaac: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.