#he also does talk about bird nests a few times

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

Bird-like traits Lucifer x Reader

@literallurker and @willowaudreykeyeswas tell me about their birds, and I got inspired thinking, wow, that sounds like something Lucifer would do

Random Things Being His Baby If you come home with anything you may or may not talk to in a baby voice, he thinks it is your two's baby. A stuffie, a new duck, an animal, a new kitchen appliance, even a new car, he will talk to it and treat it like a baby. Even if you two talk about having another child besides just Charlie till you pop out a child or adopt one, he will make any excuse to call something shared between you two a baby.

Nesting He loves to make your bed the most comfy place ever. He has over ten pillows, blankets at least four at a time, and stuffed animals—they are your children, so they are all there. He wants it to be warm and comfortable, so it is harder for you to get up and leave him in the morning. God forbid you are uncomfortable outside of home, though. He will bend backward to conjure up all the luxury comfort items he can so you can be comfortable. He will not stand for his Duckie to be unhappy.

Shiny & Jiggly Objects He is obsessed with keys, bells, mirrors, jewelry, and other fun items. He loves to cover you in the world's riches because it shows that you are his queen and makes you so eye-catching. He also loves the sound of bells and looking at himself in the mirror. He loves to look at you and know where you are, so he would undoubtedly enchant a mirror beauty and the beast style to know where you are and see your pretty face.

Singing Lucifer loves to sing for and with you. He can be doing the most mundane tasks while singing away. He can build a duck singing, showering, or ignoring Alastor singing. He loves it, and singing with him makes him happy, especially if you learn songs for him. He also loves making up random songs together. When you hum a tune, he mad-libs some words, and you continue, he is so giddy. Even if none of it makes sense, he is happy you cared enough to listen.

Preening He only lets people he trusts preen his feathers; it was such a sacred thing between him and Lilith that he feels awkward about it now. Suppose you offer and learn though he is happy as can be. If you mess up a few times, he might whine and cry, even avoid you until the pain dies. He still loves the closeness. Once you are a certified preening expert, he likes to use it as a wind-down time, though be careful because it could also lead to some other downtime. He enjoys your soft coos and gentle touch no matter what type of down you two choose.

Biting/Nipping Lucifer bites when he is angry or frustrated, and he will also do it when he wants attention, so which bite you're going to get is a catch-22. He does like to leave love marks on you, though, to show you are taken. Of course, he will talk about it with you first before he ever does it. He really likes biting your ears or fingers, anything to get a giggle and a breathy noise out of you. However, he also likes to make your breath hitch and stutter.

[badlydrawnjohn]

hey John what do you think of davesprite?

EB: i don't think i got this drawing good enough. sorry dave sprite! :P

EB: dave sprite is the best. he is kind of stupid sometimes about things, but rose and karkat always say i am too, so i think we're a good team, haha. he has also saved my life a few times which is how you know he's a real bro.

EB: it's really easy to talk to him about things. like he might make fun of me a little but it's in the way where you know that he cares and stuff.

EB: he is also kind of badass and stuff but to be honest i am never sure whether to be like "go dave sprite! you are badass" or to be like "you should take care of yourself," because as cool as he can be i worry about him a lot.

EB: his bird things he does are funny! like sometimes ill see him save shiny things he finds, like candy wrappers and stuff. and when we hang out and we are just chilling on the couch watching movies he will like. move the blankets around so it is sort of like a nest and we both just sit in the nest and he'll put his wing sort of around my shoulder, like this cool feather-blanket, and

EB: man this got really long! whoops.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A reader in TW with character and Power abilities from Chinsaw Man? I think she will fit well into this universeXD

Chainsaw Man Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You most certainly are an odd one, even without the little chainsaw tug hanging from your chest. When you gain the favor of your harem newfound friends and they raise alarm to the minimalistic crappy style of life. Nonetheless, you're still smiling and happily eating the rations you’ve been ‘gifted’. And while the smallest things mean the most to you nobody expected your face to turn into this chainsaw demon when Crowley asked you to clear out some trees

“What? You asked me to clear it out didn’t you?”

Trey Clover

“O-oh my–huh?”

Dude is bewildered beyond belief

But ultimately he doesn’t mind your power

Because you’re still dependent on him

You’re always sticking close to him 

“Oh, Angel of all things delicious! Do you have anything for me to eat!”

“Not right now..but I’m going to make something now if you want?”

“Yeeessss!”

He loves how happy you are to eat his food

Subsequently loving him since he feeds you for free

He’s acutely aware of your disparity with emotions 

But he doesn’t care

Especially when you’re so willing to do anything for it

“So all I have to do is just not talk to them and I’ll get sweets forever?”

“Yeah…you also can’t tell them why okay?”

Azul Ashengrotto

“Wait wait so if you want me to enlist your services you just want…”

“A place to stay!”

“Yes and…”

“Meals and that I get to touch some nipples!”

“...yeah…just anybody’s will do?”

“Yup!”

Please let it be his

He sees how easily you’re willing to stray despite your massive power

“I can’t let them go…they may be able to do that but they don’t understand this world. They don’t understand anything so it's only right that I keep—take them in.”

In a way, he does think of you like a dog, only in your brain though

You wonderfully don’t have much morale other than comfortability

“That’s perfect! So we have a deal then.”

Dire Crowley

“AAAAA I’m sorry for not giving you a bigger budget! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He’s probably the most shaken

Suddenly he’s worried his generosity isn’t enough 

Despite suddenly giving more and encouraging students to house you while he revamps Ramshackle

But once he calms down and he sees you genuinely hold no resentment

Specifically, after he offered you some takeout

With a sweat drop, he suddenly starts showing up around you more often

Praising you and letting you take breaks

And eventually, a proposal is made to send you to someone who will experiment on you for your condition

Granted Crowley has…cleaned up quite a few messes himself 

But once he does he realizes this will never stop 

But who are they to take his baby bird from him…even if you turn into a chainsaw creature on occasion 

Nonetheless, he’s decided you cannot be seen, touched, or otherwise 

Where safer than in his own little nest

It’ll take some time to get it ready, but he’ll be generous with his creation so that you can be comfy when he makes the move

“No worries (Y/n) I’ve already begun preparing the nest for you to stay in!”

“Ewww I wouldn’t want to live in a nest. That’d be cramped and scratchy.”

“No no *ahem* it’s a house or room rather…”

“Oh! Will there be food?”

“...uh…yes, yes there will be is.”

“Yay!”

Ace Trappola

“Oi oi could you do the hedges for the Heartslabyul hedges? Sure’d save me loads of time.”

“Eh?! I don’t want Riddle to yell at me…”

“I'll let you touch my balls.”

“YES SIR! Those hedges will be cut! “

“Just trim them, make shapes if you wanna. I don’t care.”

Leans into your carnal desires the most

Dangling food and sex to get what he wants from you

He loves it though

In private he blushes like crazy 

totally taking advantage of your eagerness

He gets off on just about everything you do

But part of the fun is pretending he’s just this cool unbothered love interest

“Hehehe look at you sucking like that~like a dog.”

Now while you may be the one with chainsaws 

He’s the one who actually sets you on them 

Or decides to do something about the ones who want to do the same

“They might have said they’ll do anything but I’m letting you know now they will not be. Especially since you’re not going to be able to ask.”

[aanoia]

Crazy

Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary; the enemy of your enemy is your friend... unless they are also your enemy

Warnings; blood?, knives, uhhhh violence lmfao, enemies to lovers

Words; 2,000+

This didn't end the way I wanted it to but that's okay

The inspo was from the song Trouble by Valerie Broussard

I'm prolly gonna make a pt. 2 bc im cool

Btw,, when introducing the Night Scarlets, each member will have their code name like this, name (code name)

We wear red so they don’t see us bleed

Kaz Brekker hated many, many people. However, there was one group, in particular their leader, that he hated most. The Night Scarlets. Or the Cardinal, their leader. She has been after Kaz since he joined the business. She and her girls have stolen countless of missions right from under his nose, always having his Crows do the work then swooping in and taking over. She infuriated her.

Hundred dollar bills under our sleeve

We intend not to sleep ‘til we’re dead

The thing Kaz never understood was how. How did she know everything he had planned? He had thought it was spies at first, possibly he had a rat in his nest. But no. Even when he went on solo missions. The Cardinal would always know. 

Drink our problems right out of our heads

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Here comes trouble

(Trouble)

“Now, not a word to a single soul about this mission. Hear me?” Kaz asked lowly to his Crows. “If the Night Scarlets find out about this and ambush us I will take each of your hands and shove them down your throats. Am I understood?” The Crows nodded nervously.

“Kaz.” Inej started. “You do know we’ve never said anything before, right? I don’t know how but they always find out, whether we talk or not. She always knows.”

Kaz sighed, “I know.” He answered shortly, turning to look out the window.

Dangerously havin’ the time of our lives

These boys are just poisonous thorns in our sides

“So what do we do about them? I mean, I love the ladies, don’t get me wrong. But these ones gotta go.” Jesper said, toying with his new gun he had just stolen.

“I don’t know if there’s anything we can do, Jesper. They’re practically non existent when they aren’t in action.” Nina responded.

“I mean, there has to be a way to catch them. No one can be completely invisible forever.” Wylan said, his brain running through thousands of possibilities. “Maybe we can set a trap for them?”

Matthias snorted, “They’ll turn that into a trap against us. Bad idea.”

“Well, we need to do something. I need money!” Jesper argued.

“You don’t need it, you’re just going to gamble it all!” Wylan said, raising his voice slightly.

Starting fires wherever we go

Watching ‘em gamble everything they own

The group stopped arguing as the sound of glass breaking filled the room. KAz swung his cane one more time and a strangled bird cry came out. He stuck his hand out the broken window and grabbed the bird. Throwing it onto the table in anger.

“A cardinal.” Inej whispered.

Kaz slammed his hand down on the table, “She knows! She knows! How does she always know!” He yelled, picking up a glass and throwing it all the wall, causing Nina to flinch and Jesper instinctively step closer to Wylan. Kaz looked up with death in his eyes. “Change of plans. We’re killing the Cardinal. No matter the cost.

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

“Ready girls?” Y/n whispered into the small, barely workable communication device that her Fabrikator, Aisha (Raven), had been working on for months. 

“Yeah.” Luna (Eagle) whispered back.

“Ready, C.” Patty (Hawk) responded.

“Steph?” Y/n asked as she pulled her dark red hood over her head.

A few grunts were heard before Stephanie's ( voice filled their ears, “Yep, ready boss.”

Y/n smiled as she began to climb down the walls of the building to the top window, careful to stay out of the Wraiths' sight. “Great. Let’s commit some crimes. Shall we?”

Stephanie giggles, the clicking of her guns being prominent. “Oh, we shall. Ooo, my fellow sharpshooter, my favorite.” 

The line went quiet as Y/n carefully crawled through the opened window, landing silently in the office. She walked briskly to the desk, quietly rummaging through the drawers. She let out a gasp as her arm was pulled back and a familiar cane wrapped around her neck, causing her back to be flush against someone's chest.

Trouble coming in the dead of night

Trouble making everything alright

“Looking for something?” Kaz said quietly into her ear, proud as to finally catch the Cardinal. 

Y/n sighed with a smirk, “Yes. I am.” She said before kicking out his leg, being sure to not hit his bad one. He grunted and took a step back, keeping the cane around her throat. She took the chance to duck out of the way and push him back against the wall, raising her dagger in between the two.

“Y’know, I was very offended to find out you killed my bird.” Y/n said, her hood shielding her eyes.

“Should’ve told it to stay away. The Crow is stronger than the Cardinal after all.”

Y/n laughed, “Oh, Kaz. You should know by now strength is not the most valuable trait of this lifestyle. It’s intelligence-” Kaz’s eyes widened.

“In which I’d have the upperhand on both of you.” A new voice said as two arms knocked the dagger from Y/n’s hands, bringing them behind her back and ripping the hood from her head. Kaz stared at her as people grabbed him as well. He had never truly seen the Cardinal without her hood, and he hated to admit how her face made his heart stutter,

It’s in your blood

It’s in your bones

You cannot sleep for

You cannot sleep for

The two hostages were dragged down the stairs to see their fellow partners bound in ropes. They pushed the two down on their knees next to each other, causing Kaz to let out a grunt as his leg bent weird. Y/n sighed, disappointed in her lack to see the real trap behind Kaz’s. 

“Well, well, well. Look what I have found.” Pekka said with a disgusting smile, looking at each of the criminals tied up. “A bunch of little thieves who think they are so smart.” Pekka continued on his speech as Y/n struggled with her binds. If only she could reach her ear.

“Kaz.” She whispered quietly, careful to not let the boasting man hear.

“What?” He hissed angrily.

She sighed again, “I need you to kiss my ear.”

Kaz almost looked like he was going to hurl, causing the girl to roll her eyes. 

“What the fuck? No way.” He whispered back.

Whoa, oh

Whoa, oh

Tro-tro-trouble, trouble

“Do you want to get out of this?”

“How will kissing your ear help?”

“Just do it, for Saint’s sake!”

“Hey! Quiet, little bird.” Pekka said, walking over and caressing the girl's face with her own blade. She looked at him in disgust and spit in his face, causing everyone's eyes to widen. Pekka calmly wiped the spit from his face before angrily sliding the dagger against her cheek, slicing her skin.

Y/n smiled at him, “Red is my favorite color, you know?”

Pekka glared at her in anger, “Useless slut.” He said before walking back to his men, pulling them into a circle and talking quietly.

“Now!” She whispered to Kaz who reluctantly brought his lips to her ear, ignoring the water pooling around his knees. His lips met a piece of cold metal and he pulled back, actually looking into her ear to see a weird device.

“What is that?” He questioned, eyebrows raised.

Y/n ignored him, “Raven, are you there?” She whispered to nothing, before a relieved smile came across her face. “Emergency. Help. Now.”

Woah, oh

Woah, oh

Here comes trouble, trouble

After a few moments the door of the house burst open, letting in birds of all different kinds, all flocking around and clawing at anything they could get their claws on, Pekka and his men included and targeted.

“Hey, Cardinal.” A voice whispered from behind the girl as she cut her restraints.

“Raven, good timing.” Y/n responded with a smile, taking the dagger Aisha handed her. “Free the other Scarlets. Leave the Crows for now.”

“No, you let us go. I helped you.” Kaz protested as a few of Pekkas men ran out of the house.

“No can do, Brekker.” Y/n said before pulling her hood back up and going to fight off the men that weren’t scared by the birds.

After a few moments a disgruntled, furious yell broke out, “I will get you and kill you all!” Pekka screamed as he ran from the house, scratches littering his skin.

Y/n whistled to the birds, causing them all to stop and fly out the door, their duty finally fulfilled. Her Scarlets stood beside her as she studied the Crows, still tied up and on the floor, a few adorning bird scratches.

“Free them.” She demanded her girls, who broke out in protest. She raised her hand and they silenced. “They will not kill us. They need us, as we need them.” She addressed their concerns and they reluctantly cut the ropes binding their hands. Immediately Inej stood and got into a fighting stance. Her fellow Crows followed after, other than Kaz, who simply lifted his hand to tell them to be calm.

“We need you, do we?” He asked, taking a step towards the Cardinal.

“Yes, as do we, you. Pekka Rollins is, obviously, after us both. We are small groups. Six in yours, five in mine. Rollins has dozens of Dime Lions. It is simply impossible for one of us alone to take him down. You know that, hence why you didn’t let your Crows attack. Isn’t that correct?”

“Unfortunately it is. We shall work together.” Every bird in the room protested. “Until Pekka is down.”

Y/n smiled and held out her hand, “And then you can go back to getting bested by the Night Scarlets. 

“I’m not planning on it.” He said, not raising his hand, and Y/n, ever so observant, had noticed his touch aversion ages ago.

“Air shake.” 

“No.”

“Come on.”

“No.”

“It’s not a deal unless we shake on it.”

“No.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“No.”

“You don’t have weapons.”

“No.”

“I’m smarter than you.”

“No.”

“I’m cooler than you.” Everyone laughed, even Kaz had let a small, smug smirk fall upon his lips.

“You aren’t.” He said, pretending to shake the girl's hand without touching it.

There are dogs on the loose, there are snakes in the desert (in the desert)

I’m that knife in your boot, girl, I got ya (Girl, I got ya)

I’m your number two man in a fight (In a fight)

“And then, we win. Easy peasy.” Y/n said, finishing explaining the plan to the now group of nine.

“Easy peasy my ass.” Jesper mumbled.

“Language, Jes. A kruge.” Y/n smiled triumphantly as Jesper rolled his eyes and handed the girl a kruge. In the three months the two groups had been working together they had become quite close.

“Oh, yeah. I’m so ready for this. We’re so gonna win.” Patty said with a large smile, her arm linked with Nina’s who nodded along.

Y/n laughed slightly, “We will. Now go. Get rest. You’ll need it. We have a big day tomorrow.”

We are revolutionaries tonight

Singing oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

Trouble

(Trouble)

The office emptied, leaving the Crow and Cardinal. Kaz stared at the map, thinking hard.

“Kaz, what’s on your mind?” Y/n asked, placing her hand next to his to provide comfort without actually touching him.

“We can’t do it. We aren’t strong enough.” He muttered and Y/n laughed. Kaz looked at her in annoyance.

“Kaz. We are just about the strongest lot Kerch has seen. We’ve got this. We’re the coolest bunch in Ketterdam.”

Kaz shook his head with a smile he only let out around her. A genuine, happy smile. “Yes, we’re so cool. Do cool people always talk about how cool they are, though?”

Y/n nodded, “Obviously. Have you met me?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“Unfortunately, I have.” 

Trouble coming in the dead of night

Trouble making everythin’ alright

Y/n put her hand over her heart with a gasp. “I’m hurt. You, Kaz R. Brekker, have wounded me right in the heart.” He smiled at the use of his real last names initial, something she had always done once she learned his last name was truly Rietveld. 

It’s in your blood

It’s in your bones

You cannot sleep for

You cannot sleep for

“Oh no, Kaz, I'm Feeling light headed.” Y/n said, stumbling back towards the bed. She fell once the back of her calves hit the bed frame. “I see the light!” She said, reaching her arm up towards the sky. “Oh, it’s getting brighter! Kaz! It’s getting brighter!” She portrayed blood spurting from her chest, before spasming and falling limp, her tongue hanging from her mouth.

She failed to hide her smile as Kaz’s oh so beautiful laugh filled the air. It was like music to her ears. Compared to most people, Y/n got through Kaz’s walls rather quickly, which surprised everyone, including Kaz himself. She had provided him a safe space, free from the water and cold skin and lifeless eyes.

Y/n continued to play dead even after the laughter stopped, not failing to hear the footsteps nearing the bed, causing her heart to speed up. In just a moment, a soft hand gripped hers and pulled her body up as Kaz pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you.” He whispered, before quickly pulling away before the water rose above his head.

Heat creeped up Y/n’s neck, “For?”

“Making me look cooler by your loserness.” He simply said before walking out, pretending nothing happened.

Y/n smiled to herself, falling back onto the bed, a dreamy sigh falling from her lips. She kicked the air while giggling in excitement. Oh, how whipped the Cardinal was for the Crow.

Crazy.

Woah, oh

Woah, oh

Here comes trouble, trouble

[pastelmusings]

Newest OC so I can start building up my repertoire. So have some really messy headcanons (or just canons—?) about both him and his species, as usual pls interact or ask questions or anything ^^

Meet Ellis! He's a young dove hybrid prince (design loosely based off a wild pied ringneck dove, and I will draw a character sheet for him later cause he's a cutie), part of a sub species of Columbidavien hybrids known as Topeliaviens

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• For appearance he's really pale (not allowed outside), with round brown eyes, big white and light brown wings, and the same colored hair, and he's like 5'3

• His species generally stays pretty small (average male height 5'4 or so, female being closer to 5'8) and has a general lifespan of 65

• He's a complete utterly sheltered mess

• Spent most of his life kept separate from pretty much everybody, so he latches onto people quick, and is real easy to get taken advantage of...

• Doesn't actually have any political power, since he's like the third son and it's basically a matriarchal species anyway

• Lots of bird tendencies

• Nesting, preening, courting, cooing and chirping, poofing up when trying to look big and intimidating (despite really just looking like a little ball of particularly loud angry fluff)

• His species mates for life and become really depressed when separated, which does shorten their lifespan

• Excessive stress also shortens their lifespan

• They're just a really fragile species—

• Though with the dimorphism in the species the women are bigger and general stronger and less likely to just die at the first inconvenience

• The males also need less sleep, and have a natural inclination to scatter sleep for a hour or so at a time so they can be hyper alert

• They can mate with non-avien humans, but it's not recommend cause humans don't exactly mate for life, and breaking up isn't something they can really do—

• Horrible with direction, they absolutely don't have any homing ability like their pigeon counterparts and will become hopelessly lost real fast

• He, in particular, is kinda constantly sad and clingy, like a soggy piece of paper in living form

• Also an obsessive mess and prone to never letting his darling out of his sight

• Displays his discontent very loudly (the bird boy is going to constantly screech for an hour, making it everyones problem)

• Surprisingly very impulsive, in the sense that it's his natural instinct to fight tooth and nail to protect his love from any perceived threat

• Once spent twenty minutes fluffed up and chirping aggressively at a tree branch that kept tapping the window, and he wouldn't let you move from under him to show it was nothing

• He folds so easily

• People pleaser to the max and will cry if you're so much as slightly unhappy at him, I'm talking big watery eyes as he trembles like a leaf

• Actively hates being touch by literally everybody except his mate, and will cling to you like a second skin

• He gets kinda stupid when his instincts cloud his actions, like he'll try to bite at any hands that get too close to you and will probably accidentally smack you in the face with a wing a few different times, bit always fusses over you after

• He's obsessed with pretty shiny things and constantly gifts you both complete worthless little trinkets and priceless jewelry, expecting you to have the exact same reaction for both

• He will cherish every little thing you get him of course, even if it's just a little scrap of shiny wrapping paper (the kinda guy who'd be over the moon over getting a 'shiny box', like no babe, the gift is in the box—)

• Needs you to smell like him, he will whine and cry if you don't let him rub his head against your neck until you don't smell like anything else to his keen senses

• He'll usually 'nest' by just making a pile of all the soft things in the general vicinity and calling it a day, which happens more often if he is super anxious about you being gone

• If you don't sleep in it he'll cry

• Adhd as hell, he has the attention span of a leaf and the memory of a goldfish, also can never get anything done ever

• This is getting long so I'll wrap up by saying wings are sensitive and petting them will turn him into a poor cooing mess

• (Also despite how pretty they are, he can't actually fly because they're clipped ;-;)

[hyperfiiixate]

the greasers and their favourite the garden songs because they are some of my interests and i will talk about them in conjunction with each other !!!!!

(and you will have to deal with that)

dallas: he would love all the scream-y songs, especially since he would probably walk around with a speaker blasting them just to piss people off.

songs such as:

- hit eject

- please fuck off

- sneaky devil

- vexation

- kiss my super bowl ring

- what else could i be but a jester

- grass

- lowrider slug

- a struggle

- at the campfire

- devour

- all smiles over here :)

- a fools expedition

- interrupt

- have a good day sir

- horseshit on route 66

- orange county punk rock legend

- the king of cutting corners

- call the dogs out

- puerta de limosina

- OC93

- literally just the entire kmsbr album

yeah u get the gist. (i have thought so much about dallas’ favourite the garden songs because he is just ??? so ???? the garden ?????? like if he were a teenager in 2024 he would love the garden. rip dallas winston you would have loved the garden) (he would also love their side projects turkey and penalty kill)

ponyboy: he likes to go digging on youtube, band camp and soundcloud for all of their songs that aren’t on spotify and also search for any vada vada lost media. loves a lot of their earlier stuff. has to listen to the garden with headphones because they’re too annoying for darry (😞). idk these songs have his vibe:

- no destination

- a message for myself

- make yer mark

- everything is perfect

- express - sector 28

- circles

- the life and times of a paperclip

- life as a hanger

- what we are

- together we are great

- freight yard

(i didnt rlly think about ponyboys favourites and i havent listened to all of their unreleased stuff YET so when i get around to that i will definitely edit this post with more for ponyboy)

johnny: doesn’t rlly listen to the garden but has picked up a few songs that he likes because he listens with dally or ponyboy (there will be very few songs here sorry !! i feel like he would love their solo projects more (enjoy + puzzle) because sonically they have his vibe. especially enjoy) (i will probably make a post about their favourite enjoy + puzzle songs) anyway here:

- egg (his all time favourite the garden song ever)

- make this a challenge - we like you

- the apple

- birds nest

- chainsaw the door

- fix

- aunt j

- gumdrops

- i’ll stop by tomorrow night

- crystal clear

yeah !!!! he doesn’t listen to them a whole lot but when he does with dally or pb he makes sure to queue these songs. tbh he would be an avid enjoy listener with a bit of puzzle sprinkled in too. he doesn’t use spotify that often and just listens to his liked songs on shuffle play

two bit: I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!! he loves all the goofy sounding ones with random ass sound effects that just pop up unexpectedly. loves the songs that have the biggest clown vibes and will listen to the garden with soda and steve at the dx. also tried (and failed) to get marcia to listen to the garden. anyway his faves:

- call this # now

- play your cards right

- california here we go

- u want the scoop?

- clay

- all access

- :(

- shameless shadow

- banana peel

- stylish spit

- good news

- thy mission

- haunted house on zillow

- at the campfire

- make a wish

- stallion

- the whole mmsyc album

- haha

- red green yellow

- i guess we’ll never know

- everything has a face

- what else could i be but a jester

yeah. loves himself a good goofy sound effect or two (or more). his taste scares darry a bit (he doesn’t see the appeal for the garden (tasteless)) and he definitely blasts these with dallas to annoy people

sodapop: he likes all the songs that got popular on tiktok lets be honest here, but he’s just a casual listener like johnny, and will sometimes pick up songs from ponyboy or twobit that he likes. mainly listens to the garden when repairing cars at the dx because they make “good car repairing music” (whatever that means). his favourites:

- this could build us a home

- call this # now

- california here we go

- clay

- chainsaw the door

- haha

- freight yard

- thy mission

- horseshit on route 66

- shameless shadow

yeah just likes the popular stuff, he never rlly got into the garden

steve: just likes the same songs soda likes because he too never rlly got too into the garden and those are the songs he’s only rlly listened to. makes fun of ponyboy for nerding out about finding all the obscure songs at any chance he can get (sorry steve)

ALTHOUGH he does have one song that is unique from sodapop’s taste:

- OC93

that’s it. that’s steve’s favourite the garden song that is unique form soda’s favourites and tbh he’s so valid for that

darry: “i can’t listen to that right now i have a headache, turn it off!!” would rather eat rocks than listen to the garden because they annoy him too much. made it a rule that ponyboy and soda could only listen to the garden when he’s out of the house or they are out of earshot from him. HOWEVER !!!! he likes one of their songs!! he can tolerate one song!!!!

- california here we go

YAY!!!! he has taste we must admit, but also his entire music taste would just be either classical music, old soft rock songs or rain sounds.

yeah thanks for reading if u did sorry i needed to ramble about this desperately AGAGDHSJA

[omnivorousshipper]

Hi Omni!! I think it's been forever since I've sent a request!

How about a Shobbs ABO accidental Mpreg? Luke and Deckard have been hooking up for Deckard's heats and they get caught in the moment 😅 Later, Deckard realizes he's pregnant but doesn't tell Luke for a bit until he corners and questions him. It's a shock and Deckard is hesitant until they go for their first ultrasound! It all clicks about how real everything is! Cue supportive Luke!!!!

Ooooooo!! ABO and mpreg!! I love it!!

~~~

The sun was barely above the horizon when Luke opened his eyes and heard birds chirping outside his bedroom window. He tried to reach up and rub at his eyes when his arm was stopped in it's tracks.

Smiling, Luke knew exactly why.

Laying on his side, Deckard was shoved tightly against his chest. He was sleeping on Luke's left arm and had wrapped his own arm under Luke's right arm. They were thoroughly wrapped around each other.

Pulling his head back enough to look down at the sleeping omega, Luke nuzzled his face against Deckard's head.

He could smell the faint wisps of Deckard's heat, indicating it was finally over.

All around them was a nicely crafted nest of pillows and blankets. Some were originally from Luke's closet while the more expensive materials were bought by Deckard and brought out during his heats.

Luke still wasn't exactly sure when Deckard had decided to trust him enough to ask him to spend his heats with him.

It had been years since Luke had helped with someone's heat, but by the way Deckard limped afterwards with a satisfied smile, he knew he was doing a good job.

This was Deckard's fourth heat.

The first had happened when Luke was in London for a mission. He had been shocked Deckard even knew he was in town when he had gotten the call. After that, the next three were spent at Luke's as it was easier for him.

This also allowed Deckard to spend more time with Sam.

While Deckard had this outer tough guy persona, Luke knew he absolutely melted around children. Sam also picked up on this and swiftly had Deckard wrapped around her finger. Not that he minded in the least.

Luke wondered if maybe that was the reason Deckard had spent a month before his next heat with them.

"Mmmm."

Smiling, Luke held Deckard closer as he slowly woke up.

"Morning, princess. How are you feeling?"

"Good," he mumbled, shoving his face into Luke's chest.

"Want me to make you chocolate chip pancakes?"

"Yes."

Chuckling, Luke gave Deckard a quick kiss to the cheek before sliding out of bed.

Heats took everything out of Deckard, leaving him fatigued and like a zombie for a few days afterwards. Luke would never tell Deckard, but he loved these days the most.

He couldn't wait for Deckard's next heat.

---

The call never comes.

Luke is scared when the three month mark comes and goes, without a text or call from Deckard.

So far, Deckard's heats were on time. Every three months.

But not this time.

Then another month passes.

Nothing.

Luke tries texting Deckard but only receives short response, which made him panic even more.

Next, he calls Hattie, who assured him Deckard was alive and breathing.

This doesn't calm him in the least.

He asked her to check and see if his last heat went well, but all he got in response was a gagging noise. Hattie refused to talk to her brother about his heats. She told him to call Owen.

As soon as he did call Owen, all he got was laughter and a clipped "fuck you, Hobbs" before being blocked.

With his job and Sam, Luke's not able to up and travel to London whenever he wanted to. He continues to try and call Deckard, but the other dodges him.

This is how the next month goes until Mr. Nobody calls him and the Toretto crew up for a mission.

Somehow, he was able to get the Shaw Siblings to show up as well.

Luke knows somethings different even before he sees Deckard. He can identify the omega's scent rooms away and knows that it's different.

His normally bittersweet scent was sweeter and sharper.

When he does actually lay eyes on the omega, he can see other changes.

His skin looks healthier, almost glowing. Meanwhile, his sweater was large, almost baggy on him. Luke had never seen Deckard wear anything so loose-fitting when out in public. He only wore those clothes when lazying around the house.

Staring at Deckard, Luke saw his hand resting on his stomach, rubbing circles into it.

Was he sick?

He would have stood there staring at the omega all day if Dom had nudged him and told Mr. Nobody to start the meeting.

It feels like an eternity before the briefing is over and Mr. Nobody let's them go prepare however they want for the mission.

Luke is hot on Deckard's heels, who had nearly ran out the door.

He found Deckard in the bathroom, on his knees and emptying his stomach.

"Are you ok, Deck?" Luke doesn't hesitate to drop to his knees as well, rubbing down Deckard's back.

The omega is too busy dry heaving to do more than shake his head.

Luke desperately wants to do more for him, but there's not much he can do other than wait out the nausea.

When Deckard finally pulls away and wipes his mouth, he sways on his knees. Luke doesn't even think before wrapping his arms around the smaller and man, pulling him into his lap.

Deckard doesn't fight against his offered comfort, rather shoving himself further into Luke's body. A soft whine leaves him as he squeezes his eyes closed.

"What's going on, Deck? Why didn't you call me for your last heat?" Luke keeps his voice gentle.

"I didn't have a heat," Deckard grunted, voice scratchy.

"What do you mean? I thought you were regular?"

"I usually am," Deckard sighed. "I didn't have my last heat because I'm pregnant."

Luke blinked.

"What?"

"I must have forgotten my birth control during my last heat," Deckard explained, leaning his head on Luke's shoulder.

"Oh."

"That's all you have to say?"

"Give me a minute, would you? It's not every day I hear the might Deckard Shaw is knocked up with my kid."

Luke deserved the soft punch Deckard gives him for that remark.

---

Luke's able to convince Deckard to come back to his house, but has to agree with Owen and Hattie staying as well.

He would rather deal with a rabid raccoon than two overly protective Alpha siblings, but Deckard is firm. If it wasn't for the vulnerable look in his eyes, Luke would have refused. But, as Deckard stares up at him, almost begging, he relents.

The house nearly feels like a mine field whenever the three Alphas are in the same room, but neither Sam or Deckard care as they bond over Deckard's baby bump.

Luckily, Deckard's first ultrasound gets them out of the house before a fight can break out. Neither Owen nor Hattie are interested in going to the hospital and potentially seeing Deckard's naked belly. Luke was relieved to finally have Deckard all to himself.

"There they are!"

Holding Deckard's hand, Luke looked up at the screen and could barely make out a baby.

But there they were.

His baby.

His and Deckard's

"We made a baby..."

Deckard snorted.

"You're just figuring that out, jolly green?"

"It all feels more... real," Luke explains, ignoring the soft jab. "We're really having a kid."

"Uh, well..." The technician clears his throat.

A spike of worry goes through the couple as their heads whip around to stare at him.

"You're actually having twins," he smiled at them. "Here's the other one's head."

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!! Thanks for the prompt!

[floral-moon-light]

QSMP Philza update, go watch the Wednesday the 25th and Friday 27th updates if you don't want to be spoiled.

Nothing really major happened Wensday, philza went exploring for a bit after getting on to see if there was more black concrete, which there was.

He then spawns in his Minime who he later names Little Twat (not a joke).

Then he spends an hour and a half with Fit and Tubbo talking to the new Cururucho AI at spawn, occasionally getting flirted at, told stuff that could not be true and such, and trying to exploit the AI.

They then went to lucky duck before returning to spawn because Tubbo needed to get his minime Kitkat back after it randomly disappeared. So a random fed. worker came, had Tubbo dance then Phil got board and decided to work on leveling his minime, leading him to dig down under spawn to tr and find iron I believe leading him to drop down into a massive wold edit hole. Cucurucho then joins Phil stares at the strange area before giving Phil a quest to build an aquarium.

Phil then went off to gather materials and mobs for the aquarium, was joined by Fit for a while before Fit leaves, after which Phil spends a few minutes exploring before returning to spawn near the nino to "build the aquarium," if you count an outdoor aquarium with 5 tanks and no other infrastructure. However it counted so Cucurucho have Phil his requested building block rainbow glass or at least the components for it. Phil then went to gather sand for the glass, spent time looking at glitched terain for an hour or so. After which he headed home, hat a none cannon chat with BadBoyHalo and Royer about whether the Brazil or Vagus trips were better, before Phil went off to do a few cores before getting off for the day at the nest.

Friday had some lore happen, but it was nothing major or egg related. If anything it related back to the bird cage with the "wise crow" comment.

To give a better flow of events, Phil woke up, decided to work on upgrading his now 2 mini me's, affectionately called Little Twat, and Little Shit (normally, I would censor a curse, but the name is the curse word so...). With Little Shot asking for a weird mushroom (twice.). After doing some of the Minime quests he went home, had an existential crisis due to the black concrete at his face spreading, then went inside to check the message chest, finding nothing. Then while doing further checks he found strange vines on the inside walls of Tallulah's seed garden, which he followed to the back wall to find a picture of a skull with vines on it and a book asking if Phil remembers his time before the server and promising help.

Side note, I personally want to say that that is Kristen, the goddess of death, trying to communicate with him. It seems to out of place to be the federation, and with how different Phil's ticket is from the rest it has to point to outside interference. And one of Kristen's main ways of talking with Phil previously when lore related back to his wife revolved around crows. So her leaving a critic crow book? Seems plausible.

Plus, sleep is often described as the line between life and death.

Phill took some pictures then called Fit to come see, with Pac joining along, only for when Phil brought them to the area of the message to find it gone like it was never there and all his proof gone. This sent Phil into a minor panic that he tried to brush off, even though booth Fit and Pac believed Phil had seen something.

To get his mind off that, Phil joined Pac and Fit's dungeon crawl, during which he lost his shield, before the group separated after completing the odd triple dungeon with Phil exploring a bit to find materially to replace his shield, followed by minime item collection, a brief dungeon raid, raiding egg backpacks to get the means to get a minime item (a type of mushroom), before he goes hole, does a brief check of stops the eggs loved, ended up back at the dream spot, before going home and getting off.

Also, on the 29th, two messages's appeared on the QSMP Twitter involving the 4th, one involves the train station, one seems to involve Cheyanne.

No clue what it means, other then something happening November 4th.

Good night all.

[apphiarothowrites]

Omega!Marco info pls? 👀👀👀👀👀

sorry for the late reply on this one, I went to work right after I finished posting!

anyway, the omega!marco one is Fun!!!

I've talked about it in bullet points on the blog before somewhere. The gist of it: Sabo gets blown up but *does not* lose his memories and they kept in touch via letters while Sabo was with the RA. When him and Ace both turn 17 and Ace leaves Dawn Island, they meet up. They're young, dumb, newly presented alphas who are so jumped up on hormones from being horny teens that they bond within the day. It's comfortable, it felt like a natural progression of their relationship, inevitable even.

Then Ace joins the Whitebeards and suddenly there's a much older, more mature player around. Marco, who's firmly established in the crew and has a routine damnit, is fresh off a heat when Ace joins the crew and his Instincts get messed up big time around his heat. He gets moody, territorial of the crew and ship, and any new scents make him anxiously aggressive. It was lucky for them both that Ace was avoidant of people as he was before Whitebeard adopted him, or there definitely would have been a physical fight.

After, he's the chill man everyone knows and loves. He and Ace bond and Ace, like many on the crew, writes letters home (to Dawn Island, and to various deaddrops that Sabo tells him to mail to in his reply letters). Sabo learns of Marco through Ace.

Years later, Sabo and Ace meet up and Ace finally brings Sabo aboard to meet the crew-unannounced but assuming it'll be fine. The timing could not be worse.

Marco's entering his heat. He's anxious, he's feeling territorial, and a strange new alpha has just walked into the mess hall. He lights up like a winter tree, talons almost in Sabo's throat before Ace (and a few others) can stop him. Ace, indignant, tells him to back the fuck off. Marco declares the ship his and threatens Ace to remove the threat from his nest or he will remove it himself.

Ace and Sabo, sheepish, evacuate the mess hall. Sabo and Ace spend three very frustrating days in a hotel fucking each other senseless because holy shit the smell of that man (kickstarted a rut in them both). After, Sabo is the one to suggest that they try courting him.

When Ace returns to the ship, Marco falls over himself to apologize for threatening Ace's mate. Ace flounders for a way to say "it's totally cool, also by the way can we court you"

it's funny and awkward and I have a plotted battle scene that happens at the tail end of another heat of Marco's where he, with shifted arms and legs, crushes an enemy's head like a Secretary Bird does with snakes. It's big fun and it's nowhere near ready to show to the world yet, but it's def something to look forward to!!!

[loveoaths]

wait come back I am ready to hear about zabrak organs and zabrak men giving birth

alright, but you asked for this!

as a blanket statement, it is my general sci-fi/star wars belief that alien species’ organs and genitals should change according to 1)  the need of the species involved 2) the specifics of their environment, and 3) whatever i personally think is super fucking cool/funny/and/or sexy. the headcanons below are broken up into two categories: “environmental/survival centric”, “organs used for communication”, “sex and reproduction/this is hot, let’s do that!”

with that in mind, let’s chat zabrak!

ENVIRONMENTAL/SURVIVAL-BASED ORGAN HEADCANONS

the zabrak homeworld, iridonia, is described as an arid and tough landscape, presumably either a desert or with desert-like biomes, so i based my zabrak headcanons on desert species, namely reptiles-- like the horned toad lizard, one of my inspirations for zabrak headcanons! 

(doesn’t it look kinda like a zabrak with those horns??) 

like the horned toad lizard, i imagine all zabrak are born with naturally thicker and denser skin to insulate their bodies and reduce moisture loss. they are not apex predators, but essentially low to mid-level predators. (however, because of how hostile iridonia and dathomir are, they’re fearsome out in the wider galaxy, but no worse than a pussycat back home)

as low-level predators/prey animals, they have evolved several organs and adaptions to help them stay alive: 

tapetum lucidum for nightvision, as they were/are either naturally nocturnal or crepuscular, to escape the heat 

EYE SLITS. because i said so.

a translucent brille, or eye scale, that protects the eyes from wind damage

a small organ that stores an emergency portion of water, like a camel; 

a second bladder bag because all that extra pee’s gotta go somewhere; 

a keen olfactory system that helps them hunt and “taste” the air for water and prey; 

and, because they evolved among predators MUCH larger than them with even keener senses of smell and eyesight, they have small glands in their waterlines that emits foul-tasting fluid or blood, to deter predators. just like horned toad lizards. because it makes me laugh. 

this foul fluid does not seem to work on the massive carnivorous birds of iridonia and dathomir. thankfully, they’ve got horns to avoid getting snatched by the back of their neck like a naughty puppy and dropped in a nest 

potentially, it’s possible for their horns to have blood vessels but no nerve endings, as a means of regulating heat, which is vital in a desert/arid climate

okay this one is mostly a joke but i love imagining zabrak with very rough palms and feet. in these places, their dense skin hardens into something closer to scaling, so they can get purchase on the many sheer cliff faces and rocky terrains of iridonia and, later, dathomir. basically they are capable of scaling walls hands-free like a goddam gecko. imagine waking up in the middle of the night terrified to TWO GLOWING EYES GLARING DOWN AT YOU FROM YOUR CEILING and then hearing a quiet “i threw up.” that is so fucking funny.

SOCIAL ORGANS/BODY PARTS

a larger voicebox (or perhaps a small, secondary voicebox lower in the throat) that allows them to purr. purring is largely involuntary, and indicates safety, pleasure, satisfaction, or extreme joy. they can purr and talk at the same time. no, maul does not know he can do this, because he has never been happy enough to purr in his entire life. this voicebox also enables a high-pitched chirping noise used by infants to indicate distress, because zabraks do not cry naturally unless they are incredibly ill or in dangerous levels of emotional distress. i’m talking “dying of heartbreak” levels, for a few tears.

FUN COOL SEX/ROMANCE/STUFF ORGANS

i haven’t fully decided on this section, admittedly, but generally thinking, i find giving near-humanoid species “standard” human genitalia incredibly boring and wack, so these ideas are like... vague, hand-wavey brainstorms, more than hard headcanons.

zabraks bite to show affection, and claim mates. they also scent-mark territory/favorite people using subcutaneous pheromone glands at the base of their horns, under their chins and along their necks, and the back of their wrists. however they’re also very uhhhhh private, so no zabrak is going to tell you this. they’re just going to rub their face all over your pillow and fresh laundry and hand it to you, and you’ll walk around wearing their scent, none the wiser, wondering why your other zabrak friends are giving you a wide berth all of a sudden

at one point i was very into zabraks having hollow canines that could spit fluid and/or be used in marking a mate by biting them and injecting pheromone into the bite, but i don’t know anymore. i like it conceptually though.

generally speaking, most zabrak can both fertilize and be fertilized by a partner. (secondary sex characteristics such as mammary glands, horn placement and presentation are used to determine gender) 

on iridonia, who carries a child is governed more by personal preference and cultural influence. on dathomir, only nightbrothers give birth. nightsisters (who are not zabrak) center femininity, among other things, in their idealogy, but since birth-giving and child-rearing are not tied to a specific sex or gender presentation among dathomirian nightsisters nor zabraks, it is not considered feminine. nightbrothers are assigned all tasks considered below nightsisters’ attention, including hard labor and menial tasks, and it’s not hard to see why they’d include bearing and raising children as falling under both those umbrellas. 

like in humans, the pregnant zabrak body readies itself for pregnancy by stimulating mammaries and other processes to care for children. child-rearing and child-care are considered masculine traits and behaviors among the nightbrothers. sea-horse clan for life.

because nightbrothers are largely left alone and only have each other, child-birth and child-rearing are a communal affair, because they don’t get to have mates of their own. they are claimed by nightsisters, impregnated, and left. nightbrothers are close, but there is always a degree of distance between those outside their immediate family, because they know at some point they will have to kill each other, or watch each other die. but with young children, nightbrothers often carry them around on slings, keeping them close at hand, always in arm’s reach, because dathomir is an incredibly hostile planet, and a youngling wandering off even a few feet is likely to be snatched by one of the many opportunistic hunter animals populating the planet.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #208

Today was another very busy day.

Once again, I ended up going to bed a lot later than I should have, last night. And once again, I was woken prematurely - this time, by Br's alarm. It is very loud, and it sounds like this; make sure the volume is relatively low before you play this one:

...That's all right though. Br needs a strong alarm in order to wake up. Some folks are like that.

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you need a very strong alarm to wake up in the morning? Or does a soft one do? I tend to wake up very quickly in response to any unusual sound. And I guess unlike lots of people, the transition between awake and asleep is very abrupt for me, unless it is late and I am fighting sleep. But in the morning? I usually end up waking just before whatever I set my alarm to, and once I'm up, that's all there is to it; it's like flipping a light switch. What's it like for you? And how long has it been since last you slept someplace comfortable, anyway?

Initially, I thought I was gonna go back to sleep, but I decided instead to drive Br home. J sat in the back seat. It was a nice drive to her house. And it was a nice drive on the way home. I snapped a lot of pictures for you; the morning sun sparkling through the trees was absolutely delightful, and... I remembered the way you marvel at nature, so I thought you might like to see. Oh, and, don't worry; Br's road almost never gets any visitors except for us, so it was perfectly safe to stop and marvel:

J also took a few pictures for you:

...He also got a few pictures of me taking pictures, for some reason, hahaha...

...Then he took a few other ones, too, for some reason, hahaha...

...I make such weird faces, hahahahaha! 🤣😅

Near Br's house is a place that J had been wanting to explore for a while now. I don't really see the appeal of industrial settings, but J gets curious about them sometimes. And we had time before I had to go to my friend BB's house. So J took some pictures there, too; I was too busy driving:

...Some of the graffiti one sees on trains is really very amazing. I have no idea how someone can render something so realistic as this with a medium as unforgiving of mistakes as spray paint, but this person managed, and did an incredible job of it. I hope they're working as an artist somewhere...

After all this, J and I were hungry. So J found a spot that was named after his departed brother, and so we decided to go there. But it was a cash-only place, and we only had $18 on hand. We ended up splitting a plate of french toast with sausage and an egg, and it was wonderful! We left the remaining 3-ish dollars behind as a tip, for a little over 20%.

We still had plenty of time before I had to go to BB's house. So J and I went home, and M and J watched some new 3D animated Star Trek show together while I kinda-sorta napped. I feel lucky that J and M will let me nap next to them.

I imagine that if I was zonked out and ended up falling asleep in your general vicinity, I'd probably be safe with you, too. I wonder if you'd sit with me for a bit and enjoy the calmness of the surrounding things.

Anyway, after that I went to BB's house. Some heavy things happened in her life recently (they are for the better, but still heavy), and we talked about it for a while as she did raids in FF16. Once she was all done with that, she showed me the nest that some birds made on her house. These might be a bit hard to see since I had to zoom all the way in, and my cellphone camera isn't the fanciest, but there are babies in the nest:

When we went out to go eat, I took a few more pictures of the birds out the window, too:

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like birds? If you do, do you have a favorite one? I tend to like crows and ravens and pigeons; no one seems to like these ones, for reasons I don't fully understand. Most people in my world think that ravens and crows are bad luck. And most people in my world think that pigeons are filthy. It's so strange; ravens and crows are highly intelligent and delightful birds. And pigeons used to be companions to humans before they were abandoned to the wilds and shunned. I feel really sad about both of these things, so maybe that's why I love these ones a little extra; it surely seems like they should have a little extra appreciation.

When we got back, we watched videos of this guy called Kitboga, who has made a career of scamming scammers. I wonder if you might find this one funny; you worked in a corporate environment for a while, so I imagine you understand what setting a password is like:

...How nice it would be to hear you laugh in response to something silly instead of something sad. How nice it would be... I hope I get to hear it someday.

I had a wonderful time with BB, and now I am home. Have been for a while. And it is going on 1AM. So I guess I'll stop writing and get to bed; I surely need the sleep.

Hey, Sephiroth? Please stay safe out there, won't you? And please try to take good care of yourself and the people around you. Also, please try to find the magic in little things, like sunlight sparkling through the trees, and in silly things, and in art, and in the flight of birds.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A continuation of this. Titling the written piece as "The Happy Human Meets The Winsome Witch" (get it lol) and deciding that it will definitely be a chapter in my full-length chapter story (I talk more about that here). "Clara" is my wittewife. Some things might not stay the same in the actual story, but this is what I have so far.

Enjoy! <3

"Alright, Syrup," Clara began, a bright and cheery smile on her face as she looked to the blue jay settled on her right shoulder. "You ready?"

Syrup, her palisman, responded with a small nod and a sweet tweet to the question.

Clara giggled at the cute chrip that left the bird's beak. "Same. Time to open the shop!"

As she sat on her stool, the witch used her magic to flip the 'closed' sign to 'open' and folded both of her hands together on the table.

Behind the witch was a sign in feminine lettering that was colored orange on a white background that read 'Clara's Charms'.

The tablecloth itself was decorated with an assortment of new, but also really random, knick knacks from the human world that she found during her trip to the shore.

Excitement started to fill her eyes.

She was so eager to sell them to some buyers who she hoped would be arriving soon to her stand.

The Bonesborough marketplace was always busy on midmorning weekends, which was beneficial for a saleswoman like Clara, but also disadvantageous because of all the other sellers.

The competition, while friendly at times, was also fierce, so she and Syrup had to ensure they were on their A game.

No messing around!

They've got this.

As the two waited patiently for a patron to approach their business, a demon dressed in a doublet walks by their display.

Clara's eyes instantly light up.

A possible customer, she thought to herself.

The witch was determined to seize this opportunity.

"Hello, sir!" She greeted cheerfully, grabbing his attention as he stopped and turned to see her.

"Oh, good morning, miss!" The demon greeted back with a smile, kindly lifting his hat some before setting it down.

"I have a question to ask. Would you be interested in buying this furry piece of fabric from the human world?" Clara asked, picking up a beaver pelt from her table to present to the man.

"It has a variety of uses! For example, you can use it as a scarf." Clara tied the pelt around her neck like a scarf as she flipped the longer end over her shoulder all sassy like.

As she untied the beaver skin, she continued her demonstration by balling it up before putting it on her head.

She then directed both her fingers at it. "A hat. Or..."

Clara removed the pelt from her head and put it back on the table, still in the shape of a ball, as she glanced at Syrup and gave her a nod.

Understanding the signal, the blue jay flew over to the pelt and nestled herself into it.

Jazz hands went to gesture gleefully at the new nest. "Ta-da! It can become a new bed for your palisman!" Clara exclaimed.

"So what do you think? Does this tickle your fancy? It can be all yours for only a total of ten sails!"

She made the material look intriguing enough for someone to be interested in buying it, right?

"That?" The man questioned. He shook his head, pulling out a beaver pelt of his own.

He shined her a somewhat sad smile.

"I'm really sorry, miss, but I had already purchased one from over there," He informed her, directing his finger at a stand that was a few stands away from hers.

It was being run by a literal piggy bank who sat on a stool with a sign above him that read "Mr. Piggy Bank's Human Collectibles".

As Mr. Piggy Bank finished selling a pelt to a customer, more customers came up to him with snails in their hands, eager to buy his items.

"He's selling them for only 5 snails."

Clara's expression slowly changed to sadness.

"Oh...," The witch went, her shoulders rounding forward as the man walked away.

Syrup flies over and settles on her owner's slump shoulder after seeing this, chirping some birdy encouragement in her pointed ear.

Her words would always match the sweetness of her name.

Clara let out a giggle and patted Syrup's head feathers with her index finger.

"You're right, Syrup," she told her blue jay companion, determination shining through in her small smile as she straightened her posture.

"We just have to keep trying."

Syrup tweeted again, giving a single nod of agreement.

A woman dressed regally in a red gown wearing a powdered wig and a fake mole passes by, which makes Clara grin excitedly as she greets her.

"Morning, madam." Clara cutely curtsied to the fanciful woman before continuing with a compliment.

"That red dress looks absolutely ravishing on you," she cheerfully states, finishing her sentence with a light hum.

Despite trying to make a sale to the woman, Clara genuinely meant her compliment.

The woman in red replied with a giggle, slight flush on her face from the polite praise. "Oh, why thank you," she said.

"You know what would go really well with your dress?"

With great elegance, Clara pulls from behind her a folded hand-held fan that is closed.

"This."

The fan is revealed to be the same color as the woman's dress when she opens it.

"It's a fan from the human realm!"

"Really?" the woman asked in amazement

Clara happily responded with a nod.

"Oh, say no more," the woman cheerfully states, reaching into her large, white wig to pull out two hand-held fans that are much more decorative than Clara's single fan.

The witch seller's smile starts to falter.

The woman starts to fan herself with both fans as she speaks.

"I just bought three from that stall there."

Her palisman, a white monkey, pops its head out of her wig and pulls out the third fan as they start fanning themselves gracefully.

The woman glances back at the stand where she had previously been, which was Mr. Piggy Bank's stand.

The pig was very prosperous as he stood silent on a large brown sack filled with snails, selling hand fans left and right to customers.

Clara opened her mouth to speak, but the woman was already walking away. "Thank you for the offer, though."

"You're...welcome," Clara whispered, gazing sadly at her booth table.

However, hearing nearby footsteps causes her to look up.

Clara quickly pulls out a silver coin (a quarter) from the human realm from inside her hair, hoping to sell it, only to see two potential buyers pass by with jars filled with the same coins from the direction of Mr. Piggy Bank's stand.

He now had two big sacks filled with snails sitting behind him, with two picture frames of his piggy bank kids being sent to one of the best colleges in Bonesborough standing on each sack.

When customers came to his stand, they would buy a jar from him, lift him, and shake out the silver coins that he kept inside his body into their jars before paying him in snails.

Clara sighed a second sad sigh, averting her gaze once more as Syrup quietly chriped, rubbing her beak against Clara's cheek.

The witch felt nothing but defeat wash over her.

"Why don't you turn that frown upside down and sell me some of your greatest charms?"

Clara was quick to look up when she heard the soft voice, which was full of happiness and kindness.

A stranger wearing a green cloak with his hood up caught her eye as he stood in front of her booth.

Clara was able to see a small part of his face, and he had the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen on a witch.

He also had an adorable blonde forelock sticking out of his hood.

"R-Really?" Clara sniffled in cute disbelief as she wiped away the start of tears from the corners of her hazel eyes.

The stranger nodded.

He saw how down she looked when he was leisurely walking through the marketplace and wanted to help her out.

Plus, her stand did look quite cute and unique.

"But don't you want to buy from him?" Clara asked, pointing at Mr. Piggy Bank's stand.

The stranger glances in the direction she's pointing and looks back at her.

"Despite the cuteness of that piggy bank, you're even cuter."

After receiving such a flirtatious response, Clara lets out a soft laugh and begins bagging her best items for the stranger, her cheeks becoming the lightest pink.

Her fondness for him was already starting to show.

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: Untamed

Couple: Roy and MC (MC named Carla)

Other Characters: Sherry, Rio, Fenn

Description: Why does Roy, the consort who strives to obtain the “perfect prince” image, have a hairstyle that can only be described as an “elegant mop top”?

Alternate Description: @aide-falls I finally finished your “hair-raising” Roy story request! AKA why is drawing this 2D man’s hair so difficult? @x-daedalus-x @jaysquid @daegupaksu you might appreciate this too 🙂

Tags: Fluffy crack? Crack-filled fluff? And partial innuendo because Fenn’s in it.

…

Carla, Sherry, and Rio make their way to the entrance of Roy’s room. The group are meeting for a picnic on the rooftop garden. As Sherry pushes the door, they hear an exasperated cry.

For Creator’s Sake! For once, do as I ask!

Carla opens the door further, alarmed at Roy’s rare outburst. Sherry exchanges a fond look at Rio and closes the door, leaving a small crack to peer inside Roy’s room.

Sherry: Ah, dear brother is at it again.

Rio: What’s he using this time?

Sherry: Looks like some kind of enchanted gel from Luxure.

Carla: What are you all talking about?!

Sherry gestures for Carla to look through the crack in the door. Carla sees Roy’s back as he’s standing next to a floor-length mirror. Through the mirror’s reflection, Carla notices that Roy’s lips are pursed in a tight line as he slathers copious amounts of gel in his hair to try and slick it back. At this point, his hair looks as if it’s been electrified and licked by numerous cows.

A frown appears on Carla’s face. She loves Roy’s hair. It’s soft, warm, with golden highlights among the light pink strands; it reminds her of pink and yellow wildflowers that blossom in all directions, seeking the sun. With its many layers, subtle waves, and upturned tips, Roy’s hair is as elegant as a mop top can be. But mop top it certainly is.

Carla sighs, understanding in an instant. Hair reminiscent of wildflowers is NOT princely, or so Roy thinks. Crisp white jackets; finely embroidered capes; golden buttons with the Invidian crest tailor-fit to his clothes; and, of course, an ever-present smile—these are the successful pieces to the princely image Roy tries to project in public. It never occurred to Carla until now that his unruly hair is the one part that never fit that self-imposed prince perfect persona of his.

Sherry: *Turns to Carla* Roy’s hair has always been messy. About once a year, he gets it in his head to try and tame it. Magic, enchantments, gel, hairspray—nothing’s worked.

Carla: Not even S:Rank magic?

Rio: Lynt tried magically styling Roy’s hair once, but it looked more like a birds nest perched on his head.

Sherry: Then the headmaster got involved. But Lou ended up styling Roy’s hair to be an ACTUAL nest. A few birds made Roy’s hair their home for weeks.

Carla: WEEKS?!

Sherry: Why yes. A pair of rare exotic birds nested there. And these are birds that, once their eggs are laid, can’t be disturbed without harming them.

Rio: Roy got used to sleeping sitting up pretty quick. He was very gentle with them.

Sherry: And now the birds reside in the Invidian royal gardens!

Carla: OK, I wasn’t expecting THAT. Has Roy ever tried just cutting his hair?

Sherry: Yes, but for every strand of hair he cuts, two new ones appear in its place instantly. So there’s little point in doing so.

Carla: So my paramour has a magical hydra in hair form on top of his head?!

Rio: Yeah! But at least his hair doesn’t grow beyond what it is now!

Carla: Is there ANYTHING ELSE I should know about Roy’s hair?

Sherry: When Roy stands out in the sun long enough, his hair smells like strawberries!

Rio: Carla’s hair also smells like strawberries!

Carla: That’s my shampoo Rio. Not magical pheromone hydra hair.

Fenn: Well, well, well! Is there a reason why we’re all admiring Roy’s assets like this? *Points a finger through the cracked door at Roy’s backside as Roy continues to glob gel on his head*

Rio: Roy’s trying to gussy up his hair again. He seems super focused so we didn’t want to distract him.

Sherry: That gel brother’s using appears very expensive. Did you gift that to him Prince Fenn?

Fenn: Ah, yes. I owed Roy. He recently helped me with a situation involving an Akedian diplomat’s daughter that was—alas, I can’t say anymore for the Princess’s sake.

Sherry: I have a very active imagination. I can fill in the details!

Rio: I’m sure you were a great help Fenn, even before Roy stepped in!

Carla: *Sigh* Maybe you should give some of your imaginative powers to Rio, Sherry?

Fenn: *Continues peeking through the cracked door* Our dear Roy looks as if there’s a wet mop on top of his head! It’s quite the look.

Carla: Yeah, well, Roy looks GREAT wet.

Sherry: …

Rio: Aw, have you both gotten wet walking in the rain together?

Carla: *Claps hands over her mouth* Oh God, forget I said that!

Fenn: You and Roy do seem VERY devout when you take baths together. Oh God, Oh Vane…

Carla: Roy’s room is soundproofed! How would you know what we—

Fenn: I live next door to Roy remember. And my imagination is much more active than Sherry’s. Not that I need to imagine, Treasure. You and Roy are loud enough to pierce through ANY sound barrier.

Carla: S-stop joking Fenn!

Fenn: Oh Heartspell, sweet Heartspell, just like that…

Sherry: I wish my imagination weren’t QUITE so active now.

Rio: Why not Sherry? Walks in the rain are fun! Though Roy doesn’t seem the kind of chap to like that sort of thing.

Fenn: Roy and Treasure engage in a very different water activity Rio. Rather enthusiastically, in fact—

Carla: ANYWAYS…Fenn, is the gel you gave Roy special?

Fenn: Not sure it’s special, but it has to be better than the gel Jasper and Guy gave Roy that one time.

Carla: How so?

Fenn: Guy’s gel MAY have caught on fire while Roy was teaching a potions class…

Carla: WHAT?!

Fenn: Hmmm, the gel had some black market ingredients Jasper failed to mention were present. But don’t worry. Roy’s fan club doused him with lots of water! They were VERY excited about that.

Sherry: Poor Roy was positively mobbed.

Carla: So that answers the question “Has Roy participated in a Wet T-Shirt contest”…

There. It is finished!

Fenn, Rio, Sherry, and Carla crowd the door at Roy’s words. For a brief moment, Roy’s hair is successfully slicked back, not a strand out of place, his hair the very picture of a fairytale prince. Roy smiles in satisfaction.

Sproooooooong!

As if the hair had a mind of its own, the gel leaps off of Roy’s head, flying in all directions. Gobs of gel land on the mirror, walls, tea cups, and nearby tables. One gob splatters on the front door, narrowly missing the four people watching.

Roy hangs his head slightly and removes the remaining gel from his hair. With a poof, his hair reverts back to its usual mop top shape. His arms fall to his sides, hands clinched in tight fists.

I just…wanted to look dashing for Carla. Just once.

Carla’s heart clinches at the sad tone in Roy’s voice. His hair obsession is not just about the prince persona—not now. He wishes to look good for her. Carla turns to Sherry and Rio.

Carla: Please go on without me. I’ll bring Roy along in a minute.

Rio: OK then. Fenn, come join us mate! There’s enough food for us all.

Sherry: Good luck Carla.

Fenn: Sorry the gel didn’t work. At least Roy’s hair didn’t catch fire! Feel free to douse him with water though since Roy clearly likes it when you do it Treasure! *Wink wink*

Carla rolls her eyes as Fenn, Rio, and Sherry leave. She opens the door and walks in, grabbing a single-stemmed pink rose from a nearby vase. Carla approaches Roy from behind; she wraps her arms around his waist and places the rose in Roy’s right hand.

Carla: Roses are not the only flowers that are beautiful, you know.

Roy: *Surprised* Oh?

Carla: Roses—they’re refined, elegant, radiant. When I see them, I instantly think of Invidia—and you.

Carla: *Turns so that she’s facing Roy, standing on tiptoes as she runs her fingers through his hair* But, you also remind me of wildflowers.

Roy: *Laughs softly* Really? Pray tell why.

Carla: Like your hair, there’s an aspect of you that yearns to be free. That part is a little wild, a little unexpected, untamed. And I love it. Please don’t hide it away. Please.

Carla’s words pierce Roy’s soul. A winding affection grabs Roy’s heart and refuses to let go. His arms wrap tightly around Carla as he holds her close. He whispers in her ear.

Roy: So, which do you prefer—roses or wildflowers?

Carla: *Hovers her lips just above Roy’s and whispers back* Both.

[palialaina]

Of all the games I'm starting to get okay at, why does it have to be the hotpot game? It makes me hungry, darnit!

I've almost got enough of those evnelopes to get the last recipe from Reth, and then after I've got that I'll maybe see if there's anything more I want to buy, but on the whole, I think I'm mostly done with the market, other than maybe those wish papers Chayne keeps sending me. Honestly, sending a lantern up the tree to hang it is kind of fun.

It is weird to feel like I'm at least passable at a game though. I've won a few times, but never really dramatically. Mostly by accident, honestly.

But it's fun. More so than the chappa chase, but that could just be because I'm tired of running around after the little troublemakers. I swear, Kenli trained them.

Though speaking of training, Hassian and Tau popped by today, and Hassian was very upset that Eshe was taking Tau's misbehavior seriously. I get that Tau is a lot smarter than he acts, but it's hard for people to understand that when it's just sort of casual interactions.

It took some digging, but I figured out that the garden being dug up was Kenli and his damn chappa fascination (seriously dude, get a palcat.), the sernuk antlers were for Kenyatta to use... and honestly the newspapers stumped me a bit, but once I saw the headline it made sense; they were all talking about the Duchess. Well, everyone who has a brain can tell that Eshe and the Duchess don't get along, so...

Yeah, it still feels like a reach to say Tau can read, but he figured something was up, so... who knows?

'Tau' gave me a plushie for finding all the evidence Hassian needs, so that's one more of the giant stuffies to be put on a stool!

Look at this thing! It's huge! And adorable, I love it.

I also had a weird thing turn up in my temple space!

It's some kind of nest. I haven't gotten anything from it the way I get things from the lil kitsuu over there, but I'm curious to see if I will. Either way, it's a pretty unexpected turn up!

I stuck my fountain in the middle, so the kitsuu and whatever bird might occupy that nest can have an easy drink of water. Though maybe I should see if I can't move the two things around, and let the bird have the light?

Hm. Undecided. I shall have to think on it.

[violivs]

NMTDaily: The last two costume party Ben vlogs

These are episodes 24 and 25.

Episode 24: Pedro’s beeeetch?!?!

- “How can she know me and yet not know me at all?”

- I love this line. I love this line a lot. It’s an adaptation of a line from the play, a line later paralleled in the play with “the god of love that sits above and knows me, and knows me”. Within NMTD, it connects back to Beatrice’s eventual “I’m glad that you understand me.”

- She knows and yet doesn’t know Ben because she was only friends with him for a few months before they fell apart, and now makes a bunch of anger- and hurt-based assumptions about him and goes off that. Yet she still knows him, knows exactly what to say to hurt him the most. Layers!

- Ben quickly arrives at “maybe no one is actually making fun of me behind my back and Beatrice is the only one laughing”, which is the truth for the most part. But he doesn’t believe it emotionally, so it doesn’t help. He still feels really insecure and anxious about everyone secretly hating or making fun of him.

- We know Pedro and Claudio often find Ben to be a little much, a little too loud, too stifling, too clingy. But they’re not laughing behind his back about it, they’re complaining to each other and eventually plotting to matchmake him with Bea about it.

- The song in the background is great because it’s essentially Beatrice’s POV about Ben. “Nobody loves you, everybody loves me.” “He is just an arrogant guy, thinks he can catch any girls eye… you’re just lonely inside, you really need to swallow your pride.” To have that in the background while Ben is venting about Bea and showing how insecure he is about how people perceive him- powerful choice. It’s in the background of the next episode too.

- Lots of great comments analyzing Ben’s character under this video, worth a read. Interesting observation by BeedlePencil that the school is in fact laughing at Ben AND Bea about their constant bickering and obsession with each other.

Episode 25: BATH

- Pedro is confused and concerned by Claudio’s disappearance. He also seems kind of drunk, himself.

- “Don’t shoot me!” “What?” “I’m the messenger, don’t shoot me.”

- “The chivalry of broship had been broken.” I love those moments where for a second we’re in 1598 again, like, chivalry? Oh you’re an adaptation of an old, old character, that’s right.

- The bird’s nest story is lifted directly from the play, and it’s incredible that the Candle Wasters made their modern Ben exactly the person who would think of that anecdote, even in a different time.

- Pedro’s FACE when Ben is saying birds are majestic creatures, especially flamingos. Pedro is pinching the bridge of his nose and clearly thinking “oh god, not this again.” Lol

- Pedro, still totally lost: “but… birds nests are for birds?”

- I thought Pedro was going to figure it out at first, but instead he changed the subject to Beatrice and wanting to know how Ben pissed her off so bad. Was he around when Bea was insulting Ben to his face earlier? Or did Bea go complain to him afterward? If she did, does that mean she knew it was Ben behind the Batman mask all along? Or was it just a general continuation of her Ben tirade because the person she was talking to before (Ben, and she didn’t recognize him) left and she needed someone else to rant to?

- “I was just being defensive” Does this mean there was a second half to the conversation where Ben took off the mask and confronted Beatrice? Because in Ursula’s party video, in the scene we saw, Ben never fought back in terms of insulting Bea back. He only defended himself by saying his bird video was insightful and he thought Bea was being harsh.

- Wait! In Ursula’s clip, Beatrice never says the phrase “Pedro’s bitch.” That means the scene HAD to continue beyond what we got in the video, with Ben revealing himself and Bea insulting him more. Wow. I should fic that, that’s a hell of a missing moment.

- That’s really interesting, that Bea starts ranting to a masked stranger about how annoying Ben is (and how she’s annoyed that he isn’t there), and then after the scene cuts off Ben takes off his mask and confronts her, she gets even meaner in return, and hurts his feelings so bad he goes and hides for the rest of the party. Now I’m sad we never got to see the inevitable corresponding later scene where she thinks back on her behavior and apologizes.

- Either Pedro witnessed the end of the fight or he ran into Bea afterwards, and he clearly thinks she’s significantly angrier at Ben than usual. I really want to know if Ben said anything in the second half of the argument to cause that or what.

- Pedro can’t help laughing at the “Pedro’s bitch” moment, which is definitely going to make Ben more anxious that Pedro really is laughing behind his back.

- We do also have some classic ingrained societal homophobia coming out with “Pedro’s bitch” in the idea that the most degrading thing for a man to be is submissive to another man, especially sexually. Pedro’s laughing, but it’s also probably pretty uncomfortable for him on a being-deeply-closeted level that he won’t even understand until later.

- “She said you thought I was really annoying and you only tolerated me” ah yes, the thing that every socially anxious person’s brain tells them 24-7. That no one actually likes you. She really does know exactly how to hurt Ben.

- Pedro is in Beatrice defense mode. “Give her a break.” He has a crush on her right now, comphet or not, so he’s inclined to take her side. The combination of her coming to his, the Prince of Messina’s, party as a princess, and her making it abundantly clear that she still hates Ben via this public fight, is what will push Pedro to ask her out in the next episode.

- The assault weapon sound effects lol, this absolute dork

- Do we think maybe Bea was in a “hit Ben with a constant stream of insults” mood because her Q&A video made her explain and contemplate her past relationship with Ben and re-litigating that made her feel hurt and vulnerable and angry at him all over again? That’s my best guess.

- This is a friend group that all meddles in each other’s affairs. “Maybe we need to stop this thing with [Hero] and Claudio- or is it with you now?” No wonder it all goes down as it does.

- Pedro’s “it’s not just her” refers to Ben, and hilariously goes right over his head.

- There’s some really excellent face-acting by Jake McGregor in this episode. All Ben’s facial expressions are absolutely delightful. I just like to look at him.

- Apparently “catch you later” “no you won’t” is a Sherlock reference, according to the comments. Love Ben taking an interest in one of Bea’s favorite shows enough to reference it!

- Don’t turn the camera on and off with your foot, Ben, ya nasty! Lol

- “baths + sleeping = no don’t do it” in the video description omg. Ben literally fell asleep in Pedro’s bathtub after this.

- Winner of the Comment Section goes to simondarrow with “wow I can’t believe Pedro Donaldson invented being cute and bisexual… legends only”

- also shoutout to the person who said Ben looks like he’s about to cry. I’m glad I’m not the only one tuned into his face journey this episode, poor kid.

- And the other person in the comments who wants to hug Ben. Hard same.

💖🦩🥭

[violetjedisylveon]

Sewing Lessons And Blood Magic

Blue Guard AU chapter 14

Summary: Hunter and Argi get their sewing lesson from Darius.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: blood, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, child injury, referenced child abuse.

A/N: back with more of this! Forgot I've had this chapter done for a while😅

Blue Guard AU Masterpost

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Argi dropped her torn cloak onto her bed and pulled out her first aid kit from under her bed. She only had a few minor scrapes from her fight at Hexside. A bit of gauze and she'd be just fine.

Her cloak definitely needed more work than she did. She grabbed the small sewing kit that she kept in her first aid pack.

She patched herself up, then started to fix up her cloak. It was getting pretty beat up, covered in her quick patch up work, she probably needed a new one soon.

She settled into the near mindless task of stitching her cloak back together, then ended up zoning out and stabbing her finger with the needle.

"Shit!"

She pinched the wound, forcing the bright red blood to come out faster. She eyed the ruby red liquid curiously, it looked like her blood, but at the same time, it didn't. It looked slightly darker, almost more purple. She blamed it on a trick of the light.

Recalling her earlier accident, she made a small spell circle with her bleeding finger.

Like before, it wasn't her normal blue circle, it was bright, bold red.

Phoebe fluttered down from her nest and perched on her shoulder, the ancient Palisman eyed her new spell circle.

"What do you think Phoebe?" She prompted the old bird.

"I think it took you long enough." Phoebe chirped.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

The bird just gave her a cheeky look.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"You're such a shit." Argi gently flicked the bird's beak with her tail.

Her ears twitched, someone was coming towards her room.

She extinguished the spell circle and smeared the blood on her cloak where it would be inconspicuous. She immediately relaxed when it was just Hunter.

"Hi Hunter, whatcha up to?" She asked.

"You got into a fight at hexside." He said in his serious older brother voice.

"And?" She leaned forwards slightly.

Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Did you get hurt?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Nope." She chirped.

"There's fresh blood on your cloak." He pointed out.

"Pricked my finger before you came in." She said, showing him the injured finger.

He sighed and leaned against her desk, absentmindedly fiddling with one of her carvings. She felt that tug towards his mind, something was troubling him and something in her was telling her to just jump on into his head and see what was bugging him.

She wasn't going to, the pesky instinct was only giving her a suggestion this time, not throwing her fully into someone else's head.

"Wanna talk?"

Hunter glanced up at her, then back down to the carving in his hands.

"I've been thinking about yesterday…" he admitted.

Does he wanna talk about Willow? Argi's ears perked and she shuffled a bit closer to him.

"I was wondering… do you think it would be a good idea to ask Darius about the previous Golden Guard?"

Oh. That's good too. She stifled her mild disappointment.

"Depends on his mood honestly." She said.

"That doesn't help."

"It also depends on what you ask, what do you want to know?" She said.

"Everything really. I wanna know what he was like, how he came to train Darius, what happened to him… everything." Hunter smiled softly as he spoke.

"I- do you think he knew my mom? They were around at the same time." Hunter said, a cautious hint of excitement in his voice.

"Uh yeah, he definitely knew your mom." Argi scoffed.

Honestly, how could her brother miss something so obvious.

"How do you know?" Hunter asked.

"Because they're siblings…?" Argi told him slowly.

Hunter stared at her like she'd just denounced Belos.

"Grab your cloak, we're going to Darius." He said.

"Wait what?"

XXX

Someone was knocking.

Darius sighed and begrudgingly opened his door.

The little prince was standing there with a determined expression, holding his irritated sister by her arm, said sister was grumbling and mumbling under her breath.

"What do you-"

"Was your mentor my uncle?!" The little prince blurted before he could finish.

Darius glanced at the annoyed Palisde.

"I thought he already knew." She said in defense of herself.

Darius rubbed his eyes, any plans of a calm night were out the window now.

"Yes, he was."

Darius raised his hand before the little prince could bombard him with questions.

"Before you say anything else, what is that?" He pointed to the tattered bunch of cloth Silver was holding in her free hand.

"My uniform?" Silver said uncertainly.

"No, it's an insult to my eyes." Darius scoffed.

The assassin scowled at him, the dark red tint to her eyes normally made for a threatening look but her fully revealed, scared face made it far less effective.

The uniform was covered in (ugly) surgical suture stitches. That was a stitch she could do very well, she did it on herself, by herself, more times than he was comfortable with. Regardless of how good she was at stitching skin together, sutures weren't that good for fabric, and they looked awful.

"Your mentor was my uncle?" The little prince asked.

Darius glanced down at him, the little prince looked annoyingly similar to his mother, and her brother, his big brother mentor. His eyes were like Pyrite's. Too much like Pyrite’s.

"You want that sewing lesson, don't you?" Darius guessed.

Hunter flushed and nodded shyly. Silver grumbled, trying to pull away from her brother again.

"I already know how to sew, Hunter, let me fix this and go to bed." She complained.

"You use sutures, they're for flesh, not fabric. You are coming too." Darius wrapped his abomination arm around both little guards and pulled them into his room.

He tossed a few cushions down by the fireplace near his sewing chair and grabbed the blanket he had been mending for Eberwolf. A blanket that was older than the two children sitting in front of him.

It was an odd sight, seeing a face that was so much like his brother's mentor's looking up to him for guidance.

The pair of guards watched him patiently, almost eagerly.

Two scrawny, messy, sleep deprived and battle hardened teenagers were a strangely adorable sight when they looked at him with the innocence of children.

He took Silver's uniform and examined the new tears. In all honesty she should just get a new one, but she'd never ask the Emperor herself. He could have Jayr get her a new one, they had been talking about how she might need one soon. This made for good practice fabric.

"This is a fairly easy tear for beginners like you two." He said.

"We'll start slow, first you thread the needle and…"

XXX

All in all, the two little guards were quick and eager learners. A quick pick up for a new skill was expected from Silver, Palisde were famous for their expert memories.

The only problem was Hunter's insistence that he wear his gloves. It made his fingers stiff.

Then the little prince had gotten so frustrated he threw his work to the ground and his glove came off with it anyway.

Sweet Titan!

The way the kid had panicked with his glove off, he reacted like he'd just spit on Belos. His sister wasn't too far behind him, going from mild to murderous at the flip of a switch.

Seeing Hunter's hand made it a little understandable, the hand was scarred and cracked with angry red patches of swollen skin. Eczema on top of the boy's bruises and scars had to be painful.

He really was his mother's son.

That matter had been settled shortly and now both guards were back to a calmer, significantly less murdery state. Darius was searching through his closet for something to help the boy. He finally found the box he hadn't touched in years. Inside and right on top was a healing coven prescribed ointment.

He chuckled internally at the slightly annoyed note that was attached to the tube. Jayr had to constantly be on Sunnie to use her medicine.

He sat back down and tossed the medicine to Hunter. He wasn't paying attention, Silver, as always, was. She caught it with one of her tails and gave him a dirty look. Darius rolled his eyes at the young assassin's behavior.

"It's medicine for your hands, your predecessor and mother both used it." He told Hunter.

That caught Hunter's attention and he looked up in surprised.

"y-You knew my m-mother?" He asked timidly.

That peeked Silver's interest as well. She was very alert and stared directly at him in that unsettling, distinctly Palisde way. Wide open eyes that were somehow scrutinizing and judgemental at the same time.

"Yes, I knew her. It was hard not to when she hung around my mentor all the time. Little sisters tend to be like that." Darius shrugged.

It wasn't that important. Nazik knew her, helped raise her actually, Eberwolf knew her, Jayr did too, basically anyone of note who worked in the covens for the last twenty or so years knew of Sunniva Sinoe.

"c-Can you... Uh, umm... w-what... what's her name?" Hunter's voice was very small and uncertain.

He… doesn't know his own mother's name?

Darius stared at the boy, so afraid of asking for basic information about his own mother.

"i-I, uh, don't remember… and she never used her real one… before I, well, you know…" was brought here.

There was a flicker of hope in his magenta eyes as he looked up.

Darius remembered Hunter's sudden arrival, the little prince was a half feral bastard towards everyone but Jayr. When Belos claimed the boy as his grand nephew, everyone who knew put the pieces together. Sunnie had been pregnant when she went missing, Hunter was about the right age and he only liked Jayr, Sunnie's partner. It was an easy enough conclusion to make.

"Sunniva. Sunniva Sinoe. That was her name." Darius told him.

Hunter's eyes shone and he scooted closer.

"c-Could... would you mind telling me about her?" Hunter asked timidly.

Not at all.

"That's a perfectly reasonable request, little prince." Darius said.

"Sunnie was raised by her mother in the early years of the Covens, she and your predecessor were siblings, the predominant theory is that they were half siblings and shared a parent related to Belos. Sunnie never gave anyone a straight answer when they asked her, she was absolutely infuriating." Darius said, catching the siblings sitting before him giggling.

"Why didn't she grow up around Belos like us?" Silver asked curiously.

"Her mother didn't like Belos, and she didn't trust the stability of the new government." Darius explained.

"How did she meet the previous Golden Guard?" Hunter asked eagerly.

"She kicked his ass when she was causing trouble as a six year old."

"What?!" Hunter exclaimed.

"Whoa! Your mom was awesome! She took down the Golden Guard when she was six!" Silver exclaimed, tails lashing around wildly.

"He was ten at the time." Darius added.

"Still cool, she was six." Silver argued.

Darius waited for the pair to settle down before he allowed any more questions.

"What was her Palisman?" Silver asked.

"Hers was a wolf, she carved it young from a living tree so it was a very unique Palisman, her staff was constantly budding." Darius said, shaking his head at the memory of her having to trim back the buds in her staff so she could use the damn thing.

"So that wolf was a Palisman!" Silver exclaimed.

"Wolf?"

"Hunter tells me about this wolf that his mom left to watch him when he was little, he didn't think it was a Palisman." Silver said proudly.

Darius answered the Guards questions for a good while, until he noticed Silver getting tired and decided to end the session. He wrapped up his supplies as the little guards shuffled out of his room.

"Uh, Darius?"

"Yes little prince?" Darius prompted without looking at the boy.

"Do you… do you have any idea who… if my mom ever… do you know if she uh… had any…" Hunter trailed off with a burning face, too embarrassed to finish his question.

"Are you asking if your mother ever had any romantic or sexual partners?"

The teen's face turned appleblood red and he shyly nodded.

"Well, seeing as you aren't an exact copy of your mother, she must have made you with someone." Darius said, teasing the boy just a bit.

His face burned brighter with the indignant scowl he gave him.

"She did have a partner."

"Who was it?" The hope in his voice was unbearable.

Jayr had always acted parently to their wife's son, even as it became increasingly clear that Hunter wasn't (genetically) their child as well. Darius knew better than most that Jayr did love Hunter like he was their own son.

They were just… persuaded from expressing that love and had to settle for a more professional relationship with him. Jayr cared for both guards as if they were their own children. They certainly had a more active (and positive) role in both children's lives than Belos.

Jayr had never told Hunter, for whatever reason, and since the Caprine had long since earned his respect and trust, Darius was going to honor that. Hunter could ask someone else.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that." He admitted, avoiding the boy's crestfallen look.

"Oh."

"I'm certain you can find someone else who can.” He added.

“Now, off to bed with you, little prince.” Darius instructed, patting the boy's head.

XXX

Argi dropped her stitched up uniform into her laundry basket, changed into her pajamas and dropped her other clothes into the laundry too.

I'll have to do that tomorrow. If Uncle doesn't send me out again.

She flopped onto her bed and pulled out her scroll. She was bored, Enzo wasn't around, Phoebe was sleeping and she didn't want to go to sleep yet. Her body was tired, but her mind was wide awake.

A lot happened today. Scratch that, a lot happened these last two days that she was still not totally sure what she felt about or why she felt that way.

She checked her penstagram messages, maybe Skara had messaged or given her contact out? She didn't think it would get out to anyone outside of Willow's team, they understandably hadn't made any effort to contact her.

Someone had messaged her. It wasn't who she was hoping for.

It was Luz.

She was still online, having only recently sent the message half an hour ago.

A simple question had been sent.

L: You are adopted right?

You: Yeah…

The typing sign popped up almost immediately, was the human waiting for her response?

L: Do you know why?

Argi scowled at her screen, instantly regretting her decision to answer. The human had no right to poke around her personal life. She didn't know what motivated Belos to save and take her in anyway.

She should have stopped the conversation right there.

She did not.

You: Not entirely. I don't know what happened, Uncle says there was a really big accident, a lot of Palisde died, he found me and saved me. I don't really remember anything before that. The castle is all I've know.

You: It's hardly important anyway.

L: Do you think that or did Belos tell you it wasn't important?

Argi wanted to throw her hands up. This human was so confusing, the most confusing human she'd ever met, well she was the only one but still.

You: It isn't something we talk about.

L: Why is that? Don't you wanna know more about where you came from?

Talking to Belos about her origins was something she had quickly learned to stop asking about. He didn't like talking about Palisde. She didn't know the answer to that either-

Her head exploded into pain.

“-Demonic hellspawn!”

She flinched and dropped her scroll onto her pillow.

What the fuck was that? Why did it sound like Uncle?

She rubbed her forehead until the sudden headache subsided. She didn't remember any event where Belos had called her that, or any reason he would. She shook her head and pushed the odd memory to the back of her mind. Her head was just weird like that sometimes.

You: It would be nice to know, but it doesn't matter at the end of the day, everyone there died. Besides, Uncle doesn't want to talk about it.

L: And you don't find that weird?

You: Unlike you, I've learned not to ask questions!

She immediately regretted that last message. It was never good to reveal too much of herself and her work.

L: Bet that makes your job easier.

Argi felt her blood freeze.

She couldn't know, there wasn't any way she could know, right?

You: I protect Hunter and get rid of dangerous criminals. Why would I question any of that?

L: Sure you do.

Her blood boiled.

L: Do you ever question your orders?

You: Just shut up!

A spark of lightning flicked out of her tail and hit the wall.

L: Do you ever think for yourself or do you just do what you're told?

Argi’s eyes burned with rage.

You: Do you ever think for more than two seconds about trusting someone you've only known through some damn book!

…

L: … how do you know about that?

You: it doesn't fucking matter, unlike you, I think about the consequences of my actions. The emperor is not a forgiving man.

Argi shut her scroll off, tossed it off her bed and screamed into her pillow.

That stupid human has no right to ask her anything or even say anything about her, she didn't know the half of it! She was making the worst assumptions based on their few interactions with each other where she was just doing her Titan's damned job!

Because there was no way the human knew. No one really knew except Belos and the Coven Heads, and Belos made sure no word got out about it. It was an important, secret job she had to do.

There was no reason for him to let the information out and there was certainly no reason for him to lie to her about why she was given that job!

It was so she could help the Isles, get rid of the bad people that couldn't be removed any other way.

Today proved that her work was good, she had saved that student from the thugs, she did good work. It was just… a bloody sort of good. She didn't ask questions because she didn't need too, she didn't want to, couldn't without harm-

She stubbornly shut her mind off and tried to sleep.

Her back pain immediately exploded, she felt nauseous from the wave of pain. Her mouth hurt, her legs hurt, her arms hurt, her tails hurt, her ears hurt, her horns hurt, Titan! her entire fucking body was hurting.

She rolled off her bed and let herself flop onto the floor.

Enzo wasn't anywhere near, she doubted she would get a visit from them tonight, it was just her, alone with her thoughts and pain all night long.

She didn't want to be alone.

She grabbed a blanket and pillow, walked through the halls to Hunter's room and knocked on the door.

She heard Hunter stumble around a bit before he opened the door, looking the slightest bit pissed.

“Argi? What're you-”

“I can't sleep, can I stay with you?” She asked.

Hunter's expression softened with understanding, she hated being alone and unable to sleep. He stepped aside and pulled out the trundle from under his bed. It was almost always ready for her.

She had one for him too, but he hadn't used it once in the month they had been reintroduced, he rarely used it before.

“Do you want me to stay up with you?” He asked once she got settled in.

“I just need you here.” she mumbled.

“Okay.” Hunter shrugged and turned out the light.

She stared up at Hunter's bare ceiling, just laying there and listening to Hunter's heart beat. The sound of his heart had always been more soothing than others, it had a special quality she couldn't name.

It made his heart very easy to track.

She laid there, listening to her brother's soothing heartbeat until she managed to fall into a restless sleep.

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Lil fun fact, I intentionally designed Argi and Palisde to be very demonic and devilish in appearance. Big horns, pointed tails, fangs, long tongue and not humanly colored.

They come in lots of colors but I specifically gave Argi a yellow to red gradient with her limbs and horns being the most red. I literally wanted her to look like the devil in old paintings when I first made her in like, October 2021, she's almost three years old.

I thought it would be kinda funny/telling of how twisted and delusional Belos is, that he is a witch hunter who stole a very classically demonic looking child and is using that child as an assassin. To his eyes she probably looks like the devil, the real devil here isn't the one who looks the part.

The name “Palisde” is shortened from “Palistrom demons”, which is what they are. Palisde is singular and plural.

I hope you all have a good day whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!