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Charm Brought It Back Pt. 5

Reader x Witches!Sun, Moon, & Eclipse

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Ah, here we are! The last chapter in the Hocus Pocus AU by @jackofallrabbits and me! Once more, I'm honored and thrilled to have @deliasmilkshake's cover art for the finale! I can't say how grateful I am for everyone's support and lovely comments on this little series! There's a wedding to attend, so let's get to it <3

Content Warning: Suggestive themes, heavy kissing, and heavy touching.

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The coolness of the woody air, cut away from the hot and claustrophobic space of the crowded gymnasium overflowing with celebration, brushes over your skin. Half-bare in your ruined sweater, you shiver. Eclipse eases you with a soft sound. His fingertips slip under your sweater and trace over your back to soothe the goosebumps prickling your flesh. Leaning deeper into him, you clutch him tightly in your arms.

You’ve never held someone so close before.

If you don’t open your eyes now, you’ll never believe this is real. The witches. The curses. The ceremony. All of it will be a dream on one cold October night while you lie in bed alone.

So you do. Little by little, you lift your cheek from his chest and tilt your head back, and behold the unnatural man, come back from the dead, who awaits your vows. His eyes glimmer gently in rich golden hues. The sharp cuts of his sun rays remind you of the encroaching sunrise, and you realize the sky is losing its stars as the black dillutes into a dawn of dark gray.

“We will have the ceremony here.” Eclipse inclines his head around you. “It may be simple, but it is only for the time being. When there is no urgency, we will celebrate properly with food and wine and the most beautiful altar. It will be to your heart’s desire, little comet.”

You look around to find what he describes as simple, and balk softly. You are not in the high school gym set in town but a clearing filled with half-dead vines twisting around the bare ground set amid shadowy trees with whispering boughs and the last of autumn’s leaves. The starlight barely reaches you. Dozens of round, orange pumpkins litter the ground around your feet. In the center of the pumpkin patch is a beautiful black wood tree with thick, bark-cracked limbs reaching high with a canopy of bright red and yellow leaves to serve as your altar.

Behind you, smoke not unlike from the party Eclipse just whisked you away from swirls and recedes further back into the cold night, unveiling Sun and Moon. They stand tall and expectant, their hands filled with silvery threads like spider gossamer and the veil of a bride. Sun’s yellow sun rays catch your eyes like a peacock fanning its tail. Moon’s hood lays quietly over his head and casts a calm shadow over the scarlet of his eyes. The weight of their gazes fall over you.

They are here for you too. The twitch in your limbs answers to the anticipation overflowing from your core.

You breathe in deeply. There are two people missing. Turning back to Eclipse, your lips poised to ask about your friends and how the brothers might intend to shuck their curses from them, when the smoke behind Sun and Moon continues to dissolve before it reveals just the ones heavy on your mind.

Michael and Vanessa.

Confusion crosses Michael’s undead face. Purple flesh upon his brow shoots up in alarm before his gaze finds you in the arms of the eldest witch. At his feet, the white rabbit raises her ears high. Vanessa’s green eyes pierce you with alarm and fright most unspeakable.

Your heart aches at the sight of them so drenched in dark magic. Reaching out a hand in a placating motion, you start to call out to them.

“Don’t!” Michael shouts overrules yours, as fierce and protective as he has been all through the night. He charges forward. “Get away from—”

Magic spills from Sun’s and Moon’s lips in a twining harmony. Their gazes are steel while their voices lift and multiply, filling the air with gales of hot and cold air before the old leaves on the pumpkin vines shudder. Creaking and crawling across the dirt, the dark green tendrils come to life and snatch Michael’s ankles, stopping him short as he struggles to remain balanced.

Vanessa bounds towards you. Her small body leaps over pumpkins and scurries around snares of pumpkin tendrils. She dodges a snaring vine before a second, hidden one snatches her, twisting her small little form into its clutches and holding her a few inches above the ground. Her feet kick out. Her entire body struggles as she tries violently to free herself but to no avail.

“Don’t hurt them.” You clutch Eclipse’s cloak until your knuckles turn white. Pleading with your entire being, you find his gaze. “Please. They’re my friends.”

A dryness infiltrates your mouth. Will they be better than what the villagers and witch hunters feared them to be? Can you ask them to be good for you? Your core burns with yearning, the hope of a brighter day filled with peace and joy, not more darkness. Not more pain and fear.

You don’t want to lose them.

Eclipse gently covers your fists and soothes them out until your palms relax against his chest.

“They won’t be harmed,” Eclipse nods towards his brothers. His sonorous voice lowers. “Sun and Moon understand your conditions. We have brought your friends here to give you our gifts, and to ensure there are no more interruptions.”

You nod shakily. A feeble tremble lingers throughout you, raking through your fingers and along your jawline. Your witch suitors have proven again and again their capabilities for wickedness and they continue to chase it through the midnight hours, but not here. They stand still, at your service. How they terrify you. How they enchant you.

Every single night you dreamt of someone to love, someone who would keep you warm and chase away the loneliness.

Have you found them or are you a love-sick fool still reaching for something that is not yours?

“Run, get away from here!” Michael struggles against the vines rooting him in place. Leaves twine tighter around his corpse-like body, forcing him to his knees and leaving him bound from his ankles all the way to his shoulders, wrapped up like a cruel gift.

One glower from Sun sends one last pumpkin vine around Michael’s flesh-rotten mouth and gags him.

Vanessa twists and writhes. Her small rabbit body struggles in the grasp of the vine snare and she sinks her teeth into it, attempting to chew through the restraint while her wide, desperate eyes flash to you.

“It’s okay,” you say softly. “Stop struggling. It’s going to be okay. Please, trust me.”

Michael stops fighting. A fear and anger so raw fills his gaze as Sun and Moon step after you. His fists clench as his jawbone wiggles, but his muffle words die behind the vine covering his teeth.

A strong sound jumps from Vanessa, caught between an animalistic cry and a human sob. She looks at you. Her wide eyes shine with dread.

Eclipse takes you by the shoulders, his eyes burning low as he turns you away from the fear of your friends. You keep your eyes on both of them.

“It’s okay,” you whisper again.

“Come, come, little comet.” Eclipse recaptures your attention with a finger hooking under your chin. “The hour is nigh. Sunrise is too near for us to wait any longer.”

“I know.” Your pulse swells in your ears, beating within you like a drum to a dance that’s too fast-paced for your feet to keep up with.

Your eyes stray from his somber expression to the black tree. Between the red and yellow leaves are dozens of spiderwebs, glimmering softly like silk streamers just for the ceremony. Gently, Eclipse releases you to stand back as Sun and Moon slip around you from both sides.

“My poppet,” Sun’s voice is sensual and warm. “Allow me to dress you in spider gossamer for this fine occasion.”

You slowly dip your head, all too confused but too uncertain to stop him as he draws out threads of silvery silk. He gently lays them upon your shoulders. His pale eyes swim with passion. A gentle murmur of magic flows from his lips, and you become enveloped in a light and cool cascade of fabric softer than rain and lighter than feathers. You look down at yourself.

Catching the fading shimmer of magic, you are now draped in an elegant but simple silver gown. A high neck collars you with big, flowing sleeves which cinch at your wrists with thick embroidery. The skirt falls in an A-shape and flows softly in the gentle wind of the night around your feet, almost brushing the dirt.

Your wedding attire. You touch the skirt with a delicate hand as if it may fall apart like a cobweb brushed away, but instead, you watch in silent marvel at the rippling, silk-like glimmer of the cloth.

Strangely, Sun possesses your clothes in his arms now. Your mind spins with questions but you are learning all too well that the answer is magic. With a smirk, he tosses aside the holey sweater and your dirt-stained jeans. The clothes land on the shell of a large, orange pumpkin.

“Beautiful,” Sun lowers his head in pleasure, his hand at his chest and his other arm held out in a formal bow to you. “Never was there a more lovely bride for three brothers.”

You blush fiercely.

“It is beautiful,” you admit, clutching a fistful of the skirt. You lift it and wave it back and forth once to watch it glimmer again.

“I’m not speaking of the dress, sunshine.” Sun straightens with a grin so devious, you must wonder again if you’re giving up your soul in such a ceremony.

A cool touch falls upon your hand. Claws curl carefully over your wrist. Dropping the skirt, you twist upon your feet to face Moon.

“A veil for you.” He holds it in his other hand. The delicate and sheer gossamer flows like silver water. “Lower your head. I will crown you in it.”

You bow slightly. Moon sweeps your hair back with his cool, careful fingertips and pins the veil upon your skull like a tiara. The soft, celestial fabric falls down around you. Blinking, you stare in awe at yourself, shrouded in majestic silver.

Moon gazes at you softly. His eyes fall from your hair and he reclaims your palm for a moment to behold you entirely.

“Exquisite.” He bows his head over your hand. “I dreamt of you since Eclipse first told us what he found in his bone scrying. I have waited for you all this time, my snowflower.”

A tremble falls over your bottom lip—not of fear, though there is still an anxious sparking within your nerves. You are washed away in his sincerity. The true intentions of a lover.

You have no words, and instead, gently squeeze his hand.

“May I add one last touch,” Eclipse says. He steps forward.

You lift your head to him as his gaze glows gently in the darkness like twin stars which circle you as his brothers step back. Eclipse sets his hand on your shoulder. Your breath slows as his touch traces your collarbone and falls down your side. You almost sway under his hand holding your hip before he sinks onto one knee to trail his palm along your thigh and all the way to your calf, touching your gown all the way down.

He speaks a gentle spell. You dare not move an inch as a gentle pulse, milky and starlight-like, falls over the cloth. You burn in the darkness like a candle. The gown stands out against the darkness like a comet streaking through the night sky.

“Oh,” is all you can say as you look down at yourself. There are no words which can contain the magnitude of what you feel towards the beauty and thought of their wedding attire for you. Though Sun, Moon, and Eclipse spark and snap like flames with their wide eyes and tall statures, you twinkle bright.

Emotion cakes your throat. Thickly, you swallow it back.

“A little starlight.” Eclipse smiles, his eyes burning sweetly. “For you are our equal, our partner, our bride.”

You don’t feel powerful. You don’t feel important enough to be involved in magic and ceremonies and love, yet here you stand, swathed in their adoration and gifts. You take hold of your skirt once more.

“Let us begin the ceremony,” Eclipse says softly. He takes your elbow and arm in arm, he walks you through a footpath worn through the pumpkin patch to the black tree, gnarled but beautiful. A most befitting altar.

Taking your other arm is Sun, sliding close to you with a simmering smile so close to you, you wonder if the slight heat brushing against your cheek is from his presence or the blood rush in your face. Behind you, like a pale shadow, Moon tenderly takes your skirt and follows close behind, keeping the beautiful fabric from gathering dust and pumpkin fronds.

And so you go to your wedding altar.

In times before, marriage served to form alliances between families. Parents arranged such contracts for children to benefit both parties. Most couples didn’t and couldn’t marry for love, rather they were bound for purely economic liaisons.

How beautiful is it that you could arrange yourself into a marriage most lovely?

Your grooms stop at the black tree. Eclipse slips away from your hand, and you look to him in confusion, fearing where he might wander away to. The elder witch grins as he simply looks at his brother. Sun’s hand lingers on your arm, trailing down to your wrist before he steps back, still beaming, still eager, but patient.

You turn slowly under the dusting of moonlight to face Moon. A swell rises in your heart, crashing through you until you’re sticky with emotion. His expression is soft and sweet like milk and honey. He gathers your hands between his own. Looking down, Moon draws the pads of his thumbs softly over your knuckles as if wishing to memorize the bone structure of your much smaller hands.

There is no time at all, but you keep the quiet with him, studying his mild countenance. His breaths are deep and even. A gentle scent of something late and herbal laces him, and you’re taken back to the mausoleum where he tasted you.

His eyes lift. The scarlet gleam holds you tender.

“Do you take me to be your husband?” His voice is gentle in its rasp. His eyes never leave you, drinking you in like wine. “My love is yours, for time and all eternity. I will honor you dearly, little mouse.”

A soft sound catches in your throat, somewhere between a chuckle and a weeping sound. You thought joy would be without tears, but you stand, clutching his claws tightly in your fists to steady yourself.

“I do.” The moonlight brightens as the words leave your lips. You watch in silent awe as the silver glow of the night dances over you both, and you taste midnight upon your tongue as Moon smiles.

He carefully takes your veil and lifts it over your head, allowing the silver threads to fall down your back. He leans in gently. In the way the tide is tugged by the lunar celestial body, you meet him in the small space between your bodies. The witch’s kiss presses to your mouth in a gentle yearning, pushing and pulling so long as you follow in time. You fall into him. Deepening the kiss, Moon cradles your lips against the white curve of his fangs. You sigh contently as you lose your breath in his presence, starstruck.

He releases you, though only your mouth. His hands clasp yours tightly and he softly caresses the back of your hands. Tied along his wrists are deep blue ribbons. Bells jangle softly underneath.

“I will keep you unto me forevermore.” Moon traces your digits with his claw. The soft glow of his gaze fills you with his sincerity.

You sink into his words like a pool of silver. You nod deeply.

“I will cherish you,” you promise in a trembling, choked voice. The power of the engagement drapes over you, pressing upon you the great importance of this entanglement.

“Breathe, little mouse.” He smiles. “I will keep you safe.”

You laugh quietly, too overwhelmed for words but your happiness seeps through all the same.

He kisses you once more before he lifts his head high. Following his gaze, you find Vanessa has stopped fighting. Her little rabbit nose twitches fast, afraid.

Moon offers a spell, deep and cool but releasing. His voice overlaps. A scent of sharp, pungent herbs swirls on the night breeze before he nods his head once more. Your old clothes fly off of the pumpkin they were resting on, and fall onto Vanessa still tangled in the pumpkin vines.

A moment later, in a shrouded flash of light, vines snap and clothes stretch, and there is a woman where there was once a rabbit.

Vanessa, thankfully, wears your sweater and jeans. Her green eyes fit much better in her human face as she kneels upon the ground and lifts her hands. Long blonde hair falls down around her shoulders. Slowly, she turns over her palm and clenches her fingers. No longer trapped, she gazes up at you.

Shock shines in her eyes, but her lips form soft awe.

“Vanessa,” you smile breathlessly. Whirling back, you kiss Moon once to his slight shock. “Thank you.”

“I will answer to your every desire,” he murmurs, then releases you.

Moon slips back from you. Before you can think of reaching for him, Sun takes you into his arms. You gasp softly at the warmth of his embrace surrounding you like you were basking near an open fire.

“Sunshine, I was beginning to fear you’ve forgotten about me.” He takes you carefully, slipping your feet onto his as he begins to spin you slowly, like a star tailspinning through the atmosphere. “You could never, could you? Not when I still vye for your kiss—and now, your vows returned.”

You hold onto his shoulders. Carefully underneath the gnarled limbs of the black tree, Sun waltzes you to an unsung song. He hums slowly with a gentle rumble in his chest. His eyes upon you are hungry in the way a candle flame clings to a wick, desperate to devour but unable to spread like a wildfire.

“No, I couldn’t forget you, Sun,” you whisper. He has left you dizzy and stunned, racing with you upon his broom and then pinning you underneath him upon a bed. There is too much you marvel about him to forget.

He twirls you gently, the moonlight blurring around you between earth and sky before he recaptures you. The threat of dawn seems so close and yet so far away from this wild pumpkin patch.

“That is all I can ask, though you must know, I want more of you.” His grin is wide but honest. How could you expect anything less from the one who has coveted you so zealously?

His hand rests on the small of your back. Pulling you flush against him, he holds you for one breathless moment, caught like two figurines in the apex of a lovers’ dance.

“Do you take me to be your husband?” His voice is steady, without flirtations or sultry suggestions. An honest question from a witch. “You have simply enchanted me, dove. I am at your mercy. I am at your service. And if you will, your bedside, your mornings, and your sunsets.”

Your eyelids flutter. A gentle push of tears make their way past your eyes, and you hold his wide, pale gaze. He searches your face with held breath. He clutches your hand and presses it to his chest, bared open to you. The bells tied to the dark red ribbons on his wrists jingle softly.

“I do.” You speak with the gentleness of certainty. The leaves overhead ruffle with a breeze that is far more fitting for summer than an incoming winter. Pressed so close, you fear he must know how your heart trembles in the wonder of knowing that he loves you, and you love him.

His expression erupts in sheer, unadulterated joy. He spins you once more, dancing as if he were walking on air before he dips you low. You intake a deep breath as he holds you above the pumpkin patch. His grin fills your entire vision as his fingers press softly into your dress. He wastes not a moment to crush your mouth in a kiss.

His hunger and eagerness leaves you breathless as he takes and takes before he gives just as much in return. You are captured within his affection. He is smooth and practiced, and you almost feel self conscious, but gently, he leads you. He guides your lips and teases you with his teeth. Even his tongue brushes the inside of your mouth before he softens it to a trickle after the flood of his expression. You taste a sweetness that slips down your throat like honey.

Gently, he brings you back up on your feet, though he does not release you. He kisses you again, greedily taking more. You are putty in his hands, molded by his mouth as if you were a honeycomb caught between teeth.

“Sunny,” Eclipse murmurs once in gentle warning.

Sun draws back reluctantly as if being torn from water after days in the desert. You gasp softly, your shoulders rising and falling after the rush of his love.

“I have devoted myself to you, my poppet,” he whispers into your ear as you rest against his chest. “My love is yours and yours alone.”

“Oh, Sun,” you clutch his shoulders tighter. “I will adore you for the rest of my days.”

“I know, sunshine.” He grins but softly kisses your cheek once in a strangely rare but precious, chaste gesture. “But I must share you or else I will keep you all night.”

He straightens, his arms still encircling you. Pale eyes sweep back and you eagerly look at Michael. He’s stopped fighting as well, no longer thrashing but watching with a strange, conflicted crinkle of his brow. Vanessa kneels close by, unmoving, still staring at her legs and arms and touching her hair.

Your entire body aches for Michael. The curse stains his flesh and twists him into a silver-screen monster.

Sun breathes a spell. His voice fills the air in unearthly chants that sweep over the ground and whirl the leaves on the pumpkin vines. They slowly crawl back, releasing Michael just as the same bright flash of energy and power takes hold of your dear friend.

The purple corpse recedes back and unveils the man underneath. Michael’s hair returns to its warmer shade of brown. His eyes blink and his corenas return white while his irises take hold with light and life. Rotten flesh returns to a rich tan color. His torn clothes refill with his healthy size and strength.

He clenches and unclenches his fists. Slowly, he stumbles forward. Vanessa helps catch him before he folds entirely after being freed from the witches’ curse.

You startle—is his leg still broken? Vanessa, however, stabilizes Michael, coaxing him to sit beside her. He folds his legs with natural ease—healed and whole.

“Michael, you’re alright,” you breathe, clutching Sun together.

He gives you a nod though in a slight daze. He opens his mouth but then decides against whatever he was going to say.

“Thank you.” You turn to Sun. “Thank you for sparing him.”

“Anything for our bride,” he simpers. With a great sigh, however, he lets go of you, his fingertips trailing over your sides before falling back beside Moon.

Under the black tree, Eclipse stands, patient but enduring.

You face him. He lifts his head but remains humble and composed before gently approaching. The light of a new day is beginning to change from deep gray to a burning orange leaking rosy pink at the edges. The sunrise is as terrifying as it is promising.

Eclipse opens his arms to you. Without hesitation, you enter his embrace as his hand finds your cheek. Tied tight around his wrist is a black ribbon with golden bells. His claws rest delicately on your hip over the silky soft fabric of your gown. Lightly, his thumb caresses your cheek. The gold of his gaze falls over you, gentle as the night.

“Little comet,” he says, steady despite the impending light threatening to take away all. Yet, he takes his time, tasting his words before giving them to you. “Do you take me to be your husband? I have waited—”

In a heart rush, you utter, “I do.”

Eclipse stares, eyes wide. His red sun rays catch the first glance of daylight, brightening his vision as if a spotlight fell upon him. He looks towards the horizon as you do. You squint slightly against the brightness.

Lifting his hand from your face, he watches the black ribbon and bells dissolve into dark smoke, then nothing. Sun and Moon turn their wrists as the respectful dark red and deep blue ribbons fall away from them as if burned and leave not a wisp behind.

You take Eclipse’s hand and draw it closer to you, gently kissing his knuckles before smiling.

“You’re free. You’re all free.” You flush deeply as you look to Sun and Moon and their gazes of content awe. “My husbands.”

A soft, strange sound leaves Eclipse. A breath caught between wonder and something deeper, something roiling with adoration. His gaze falls back to you, and again, he touches your cheek.

“I did not finish my vows to you.” He cradles your face close in his palms, leaning closer as your eyes lock. “I swear to you happiness, protection, and my unending love. From this day on, you will always be warm. You will always have my hand to hold. You will never fear the darkness for I will be with you.”

He pauses, his grin spreading wide. He looks at you as if you were a dream. A living, breathing vision.

“We are eternally bound to you, our spouse.” Eclipse leans in close. “Say my name, once more.”

Your eyelids slip close for one precious moment, warmed by the brilliant light, and the touch of Eclipse’s hands cradling you as if you were delicate.

“Eclipse,” you whisper.

His grin is beautiful and lovely. You start as you feel a second pair of arms surround you. Sweeping you off your feet, Eclipse lifts you into his embrace. This close, he smells of gentle spice and musk.

He strokes your cheek once before closing the distance between your lips. You feel his hunger in the echo of your own—the want to devour but gently, he tastes you. A soft whine catches in the back of your throat. Melting under his warmth, he invades you gently and his tongue brushes against your own. His kiss takes you under, and you drop breathlessly into his grasp.

He pulls and takes in soft, sweet motions. Rhythmic and powerful, he tastes you until you fear you might fall once more. But he will catch you. This much you are certain.

He pulls back gently, kissing you one last time as if in need of the strength it gives him, before his honeyed gaze settles on you.

“Your freckles are beautiful, like the stars upon the night sky,” he says. He kisses the right side of your face, then glides to the left and lingers there a moment. “You are truly staying with us, my little comet.”

You blush, and cling to him. Your hands, however, are gently tugged. You look away from Eclipse to find Moon curling his claws under your digits and lifting your hand sweetly to his mouth. Eclipse shifts you gently in his arms to rest you against his back while keeping you cradled like a bride on her wedding night—you suppose you are such a bride, Sun’s hand traces from your shoulder down your arm until he captures your hand. There, he kisses your knuckles slowly. You close your eyes, bubbling in the blissful sunlight as your husbands adore you.

A kiss like the brush of a moth wing touches your head. Eclipse hums gently against you. You make a soft, sweet sound at their tender affection.

“My husbands,” you say, then laugh a little, beaming at their gentle looks. “I’m going to have to get used to saying that.”

“You will,” Sun purrs, “And there’s so much time for us to grow used to our lovely spouse.”

“So much time,” Moon rasps gently, “You must be exhausted.” He kisses your fingertips until you shiver and blush.

“Perhaps we should take our bride home,” Eclipse suggests gently. “You can sleep in our bed and rest, and when you wake, we’ll celebrate more.”

You stir at the thought. You won’t drive back to your tiny apartment. No, instead you will stay here with your husbands, and the bed you will sleep in will be warm and filled with their bodies.

You won’t wake up alone.

“I’d like that.” You squeeze Sun’s and Moon’s hands and turn your head back to gaze at Eclipse with a fond smile.

A quiet voice says your name. You turn your head, stunned to find Michael and Vanessa stepping towards you. Vanessa supports Michael’s arm around her shoulders as his strength seems to wane. Their eyes are mirrors of witch hunters from long ago as they behold the brothers holding their virgin bride.

Claws tighten around you. Moon flashes his sharp teeth as Sun lifts his chin high, looking down at the pair with disdain. The arms holding you off the ground squeeze in the slightest until you wriggle. Eclipse nearly keeps you away, but gingerly, he sets you back on your feet.

Michael holds your gaze, his brow crinkled in concern but restored to his natural health.

“Are you really staying with them?” he asks quietly, his gaze darting sharply to the witches.

You smile at the slight shifting around you. The drape of Moon’s cloak almost falls over your shoulder as he takes your hand close and caresses your arm. A murmur of wishing to return them both to rabbits falls from Sun’s lips, but he merely interlocks his digits between your own. Behind you, Eclipse draws a tender hand down your back, feeling the ridges of your spine through the delicate fabric of your gown.

“I love them.” You look at your husbands. Their faces brighten, their touches softening upon you. “I’m staying.”

“What do we do now?” Vanessa asks. Her face looks lost, and you imagined after a few centuries of only guarding the starry candle, she must be.

You muse for a moment, and survey your husbands with a careful air. “Is your home now my home?”

“Of course,” Eclipse answers without hesitation. “Everything that is ours is yours.”

“Then I may invite my friends inside?”

Sun and Moon exchange a glance, Sun more annoyed than Moon’s mild surprise, but they both incline their heads.

“If that is your wish,” Moon gives gently.

“It is.” You squeeze their palms. “We can start a proper home, and we can learn how to forgive.”

“Forgive?” Vanessa balks.

“Yes.” You look at her as the bright light of day touches her face. Her eyes are truly green and sharp like cut emeralds. “Let’s get out of this pumpkin patch and go home and rest. Then we can make peace.”

Michael looks down at Vanessa.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, unlike my ancestor.” His brow is set firm. To your awe, Michael does not tremble with rage or the need to fight again. Perhaps the witches are beginning to prove themselves, and Michael will give them a chance. Just one chance.

“Very well then, my poppet.” Sun turns to you and kisses you in a sudden burst of heat and passion before he releases you. Stunned, you almost sway but Eclipse wraps an arm around your waist. Sun gestures with his free arm in an open invitation. “Enter our humble abode. You are our spouse’s guests, which means you are ours.”

Vanessa glares at him. Her foot falls down on a withered vine and it cracks.

“Charming as ever, Vanessa.” Sun flashes his teeth in a grin.

“Sun,” you chastise.

He rubs your wrist, half apologetic.

“I will make soup.” Moon muses. “My cauldron pot is where I left it, I hope.”

The heaviness in the air reminds you that the night has been long, and you are dreadfully exhausted. Vanessa and Michael barely hold themselves upright, but they lean on each other.

“Excellent.” Eclipse waves his hand. Smoke seeps up from the ground, swirling around your feet before you close your eyes, and lean into the pillars of your husbands for support.

The air changes. A slight breeze, warm for October, encircles you. You inhale a gentle scent of rich earth and dust. When you open your eyes again, the brothers’ home is standing before you, same as it ever was, but entirely changed.

Perhaps it’s only you who has changed, now hanging on to the witches.

Michael and Vanessa are just behind you and the witches, standing on the gravel outside of the home, disgruntled about the change of scenery or perhaps the use of magic, but you hope they’ll see the possibility of goodness within the brothers as you have.

Eclipse’s hand slips under your chin to lift your head back. His expression warms with the bright new day. Sun kisses your fingertips until you shiver in delight. Moon turns your palm over to reach the delicate lines of veins along your wrist, and presses his lips to your pulse.

“We are home,” Eclipse says. He kisses the top of your head.

You are home with your husbands.

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astaroth1357 · 1 year ago

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I have long wanted to write a headcanon where high demons have lesser forms, so take a walk with me on this:

Imagine that the brothers are fighting with each other and one of them takes a serious hit, like, somebody's left hook got them right in the jaw and it was brutal. They fall to the ground, stone cold, and... just. Poof into a tiny little critter. Like a verison of their familiar. And they can't retake human form until they've rested and healed their wounds.

I'm doing that.

Lucifer becomes this fat-ass, little peacock. He's like one of those rotund Chocobo from the Final Fantasy universe, you just want to pick him up and squeeze him but he's slightly too heavy for that. His feathers are black, save for the tail which have black, red, blue, and green markings. If something makes him "Poof!" then he'll hide away in the Castle because he refuses to let his brothers ever see him in that state. MC can visit him, though, and he'll coo and get all fluffy whenever they pet his tummy.

Mammon turns into a three-eyed raven, but not fat like Luci. He basically becomes a bigger verison of one of his familiars, he's about the size of an eagle. For being the second strongest he gets "Poof!-ed" rather often because he gets caught up in so many fights. Most of the time, he's just a bystander then some stray shot hits him and suddenly he's squawking everybody's ear off! Hilariously, he's arguably smarter in this form so when he's stuck as a bird, his grades actually improve (if anyone can read his actual chicken scratch penmanship).

Levi becomes a snake. Duh. He has similar markings along his back to the colorful scales on his neck in his demon form. He isn't even the length of your average scarf, so MC can drape him behind their neck easily and he doesn't get in the way. He's absolutely MISERABLE like this, though, because he has no hands to play games with. He can get extra clingy to people if he's feeling cold, but MC has to invite him to share their body heat because he's too shy to signal what he wants.

As much as Satan would love to be a cat, he becomes a little unicorn (Sorry, I didn't make the lore). He's about the size of one of those miniature horses, but don't be fooled. He will snap your kneecaps and he's at perfect height to rear-kick his brothers right in the crotch. His coat is black but his tail, mane, and the underside of his horn are all his signature green. If he every gets "Poof!-ed!" he's big mad, so he'll spend the entire time trying to kick and spear his brothers so they have to suffer along with him. He's the cause of a lot of chain "Poof!-ings."

Asmo becomes the smallest, cutest scorpion you ever did see. Well, as cute as scorpions can be. His whole body becomes hot pink and he has the biggest widdle eyes (think those jumping spiders who wear raindrops on their heads type energy). He's also venomous as all hell, so his brothers HAVE to make sure that they continously call him "small, cute, and adorable" lest they suffer a week's worth of paralytic toxin. He can fit the palm of a hand and makes MC tie a little bow around his tail so he doesn't feel too bad about being under-dressed.

Beel, unfortunately, becomes a fly. A big fly (by fly standards), but a fly nonetheless. You wouldn't even know that it's him if he weren't traffic cone orange. Literally everyone panics when he gets "Poof!-ed" because it would only take some bozo with a swatter to put an end to the sweetest brother... Belphie never lets Beel out of his sight and even has a tiny leash so he can keep track of him if they have to go out. He's a lot easier to feed like this, but everyone has to resist that automatic urge to smack him away from their dinner plates.

Belphie ironically has the largest lesser form out of his brothers. He's a cow, more specifically a bull, but there's nothing special about him aside from the navy fur. He is a full grown bull and he loves to lord it over the others if they all get "Poof-ed!" at once. Also, good luck getting him to do ANYTHING in this form. He is a bull. If he does not want to move, he will not be moving. Not even Beel can carry him like this. He's the only brother who doesn't mind getting "Poof-ed!" all that much because of it.

#couldn't think of a better verb than Poof #stuck with it #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me crack #obey me shitpost

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moociaoafterdark · 8 months ago

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Primarchs and the birds I think they would be able transform into (and why)

1) Lion - Golden Eagle. Just like lions are called "Kings of Jungle", golden eagles are sometimes called "Kings of Birds". Aside from the naming, I think Lion would love such a magnificent, pompous bird.

2) Fulgrim - Albino/White Peacock. Do I even need to say anything here? Lord Shen looking bastard. Flaunts his gorgeous tail feathers to everyone. Will start screaming at you very loudly if you don't pay him enough attention. That is especially the case if you are one of his brothers. Especially if you are Ferrus. Sorry Ferrus. Surprisingly, though, Fulgrim doesn't turn into a bird very often. Some speculate he regrets choosing the peacock as his transformation. Others believe he loves his human form way more.

3) Perturabo - Red Tailed Hawk. Just like the Heresy is named after Horus, despite Perturabo being the sole reason it got this bad for the Imperium in the first place, red tailed hawk's screech is attributed to a completely different bird. Perturabo will feel a spiritual connection with this bird species, which is why he is able to transform into it in the first place. He does wish the bird was bigger.

4) Jaghatai Khan - Peregrine. Peregrine falcons are the world's fastest birds, and one of the fastest animals on Earth. There's literally no better bird for Jaghatai than this falcon. Probably yells "falcon punch" when he dives in (The Emperor told him to do that to "intimidate his enemies")

5) Leman Russ - Pigeons. Now, fun fact - crows/ravens have a symbiotic relationship with wolves, as they often hunt together and share the spoils. As you probably guessed by now, the ravens/crows are kinda already taken by another primarch (in canon even), so I had to improvise. Enter pigeons. Just like wolves, pigeons got domesticated by humanity and have been our companions for many centuries. Pigeons, just like crows and ravens, are social birds, meaning they live in one big flock and help take care of each other. This is as close as one gets to a wolf pack dynamic in the bird world, so there we have it! Leman does use his transformation mostly for pranks or "party tricks". Never in battle. If you propose him to do that for a surprise attack, you can spot a little bit of a blush, before he angrily tells you off.

6) Rogal Dorn - Arctic Tern. I think Rogal would find the fact that those birds have the longest migration distance (48,700 km to 70,900 km) REALLY fascinating. He surprisingly takes this form very often and for a reason. Up above in the sky he gets a good look at both his own defences as well as those of the Imperium's enemies. Though he doesn't like admitting it, he simply just really likes flying and letting the wind carry him.

6) Konrad Curze - Bearded Vulture. Those fuckers EAT BONES and look like fucking dinosaurs. Konrad would LOVE to terrorize people as this bird. He'll take off the skin and meaty bits in his human form, then transform into a bird to finish the job. By the time he is done - NOTHING will be left of you... GOD I love bearded vultures. FUCKING LOOK AT THEM!!!

7) Sanguinius - Swan. Graceful. Beautiful. A symbol of love. Will break human bones with a flap of the wings (or at the very least make you bleed). Nuff said, even if the choice is a little basic. If you can't find him anywhere, chances are, he is chilling in the garden, swimming in the pond. Make sure to bring bread with you, the good one. You know, the one that's all fresh and soft. If you're still unsure, just call Warmaster Horus, he knows what bread his brother likes.

(Yes, this how swans are rescued. In Sanguinius' case, this is how he is restrained when he is being a tiny bit of a nuisance)

8) Ferrus Manus - Hummingbird. Similar to Rogal and the Arctic Tern, Ferrus would find hummingbirds fascinating by how strong and fast their wings are (and how they're the only birds able to fly backwards). Despite the birds being smaller than some insects, they have caught the attention of one of the biggest primarchs... Which is why it's hilarious when Ferrus, this gruff giant of a man, able to move mountains and wrestle wyrms, transforms into a tiiiiiny bird mid-fight. Well, it's hilarious until you are his opponent and realize you just completely lost sight of Ferrus, until he transforms back into his human form but, by then, it's too late. On the more lighter note, Ferrus loves resting while, in his bird form, nestled somewhere in Fulgrim's hair. Warm, soft AND he can be sure he wouldn't be bothered.

9) Angron - Roosters. Hoo boy. So, roosters kinda have a reputation for being aggressive, easily provoked AND also having a history of being used in bloodsports. However, roosters are very valuable if you intend to keep chickens, as they take care of the hens, protect them and, if raised properly, can actually be great pets. So, over all, we have a loving, protective and loyal bird, who is unfortunately often mistreated and misunderstood, as well as used in bloodsports even to this day, which often leaves the birds aggressive and traumatized... Sounds familiar?

God, I hate thinking about Angron, because the more I think about him, the more I want to cry. I'm actually kinda teary eyed as I'm typing this, haha.

Anyway, to lighten the mood, Angron, with nails or without them, is a local alarm clock. It doesn't matter where you are, you WILL hear his crowing and you WILL get your ass up.

10) Roboute Guilliman - Harpy Eagle. The only bird I don't have explanation for other than it looks cool. And I'm not even a huge Rowboat Girlyman fan. Would love to hear your opinion on why this does or doesn't work. And if it doesn't, I'm eager to hear your alternatives.

11) Mortarion - The Marabou Stork. If you know anything about those birds - you know they were handcrafted by Satan himself. Or, Nurgle, I guess. Morty would love them.

(Above is an attached photo of a very private meeting of the Death Guard Legion. Lord Mortarion is on the white pedestal.)

12) Magnus The Red - The Scarlet Macaw. I swear, Magnus' daemon form is supposed to resemble the scarlet macaw. The resemblance is uncanny. Perhaps he was always meant to be the Emperor's "parrot on the shoulder", instead of, what, powering the Golden Throne instead of the Emperor? Yes, he sits on his dad's shoulder and makes snarky remarks to everyone. Malcador once threw a shoe at him for that.

13) Horus Lupercal - Bald Eagle. Actually NOT bald, just like Horus isn't actually naturally bald, because he SHAVES. The fandom lied to me, this whole time I thought Horus was jealous of his father's and some of his brothers' hair, when in reality he CHOSE to be bald!

... Anyway, high key Horus (before the heresy) is the Imperium's poster boy, so it's only logical to give him the bird that is essentialy a US mascot. He loves perching very high and enjoying the winds stroke his feathers. Also, if you kiss him on his forehead, while he is in the eagle form, he will get all giddy and happy. Horus also takes his bird form to play with Sanguinius, trying to race with him in the skies. Goofs.

14) Lorgar Aurelian - The Mourning Dove. In Christianity, the mourning dove is used to represent the Holy Spirit. It's generally a bird that is associated with spirituality, being a symbol of peace, love and faith. It would be a crime for me not to assign this bird to Lorgar. In the early hours of the morning, Lorgar would take this form to coo prayers in the language no one will ever understand, making it somewhat safe for him.

15) Vulkan - Crested Auklet. These birds are mostly found nesting on volcanic islands, such as Kuril Islands and Sakhalin island. They also live in huge colonies and can form strong bonds with each other. I think this bird would remind Vulkan less of himself and more of Nocturne... Which is exactly why he would choose this bird for transformation. He is very cuddly in the bird form and smells like tangerines too. Just... Don't hold him for too long. Vulkan, even as a bird, is still a living furnace.

16) Corvus Corax - Common Raven.

... Do I need to say anything?

17) Alpharius and Omegon - Emus. What better birds for the local "Just according to plan" guys than the ones that literally won a war against humans. Seriously, what the fuck, Australia?

And as a little bonus:

The Emperor of Mankind - Cassowary. You thought it would be another eagle? Or, perhaps, the emperor penguin with the "penguins of Madagascar" joke thrown somewhere in there? Nah. He gets the bird that is literally THE tired single father of the birds. On the other hand, though, the Emperor gets to harass people in the cassowary form. Imagine having the honor of being invited to the Imperial Palace itself and as you explore you get approached by a huge, dangerous looking cassowary. You manage to befriend it, even fed it some food you had on you, before you hear panicked Custodes running in your direction, screaming for the Emperor to stop harassing the guests. The cassowary then proceeds to book it, screaming back in the very human voice that he can do whatever he wants. And now you have an idea of what a normal Monday in the Imperial Palace looks like to the Custodes.

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missterious-figure · 11 months ago

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(Hey guys! Sorry for being so absent lately! It's not cause of anything bad, it's just cause I've been hanging out with friends and family more often with school out of the way! Thank you guys for being so patient!)

You weaved through a large crowd hurriedly as you heard your name being called out after you. It probably wouldn't be to hard to escape, with the flashing lights of the bar making it hard for on lookers to tell one body from another. You ducked lower to try and break out of his field of vision. Who were you hiding from? Why it was Sun, of course. One of the three Celestial peacock brothers.

He was standing tall amidst the many groups of drunk partying patrons. However, he was scanning the room only looking for one person. You. His favorite little handler. The only person who has ever downright tried to avoid him. It always baffled him as to why someone would consciously choose to stay away from him and his magnificence, but he was determined to bless you with his presence regardless.

If he could find you, that is. He was on the outskirts of the crowd of party goers. Unbeknownst to him, you had scurried your way to the bar counter in the middle of the bustling bodies. He would search farther into the groups, if it wasn't for them trying to touch his beautiful tail feathers. No way was he risking getting their grease on his gloriously golden feathers. He walked around the crowd a couple times to see if the could catch a glimpse of you, to no avail.

You were still semi-crouching, keeping your eyes on Sun as he searched in vain. You were pretty confident with your position, that is, until the group parted to give enough room to a member who started break dancing. You froze as you were left in a quite visible opening in the crowd. You stopped breathing as you noticed Sun was staring in your direction. His eyes met yours for what seemed like eternity. A few heartbeats later, he smirked and kept walking as if he hadn't noticed you.

You were puzzled, but taking this opportunity, you dashed to the counter and stood near some people who were sitting at the bar. They were loud and annoying, but made for good cover. You were constantly keeping an eye out for the large golden harpy, unsure if he really hadn't seen you. With every passing minute you felt a little more on edge, as he had disappeared. Maybe he gave up and left the bar? No, that didn't sound like him. Knowing Sun, he would probably wait for the right moment to ambush you when you least expected it...

No sooner than had you finished your thought, your view was blocked by a feathery chest. You squeaked as your back was gently pushed into the counter. He placed his elbows on the counter and held his chin up with his palm. Your eyes found his pale blue ones only inches from your face. You quickly looked away, trying to hide your face from him. His elbows blocked your arms from your sides and effectively made a cage around you. He slowly opened his golden tail feathers with a shake, pretty much insulating you all to himself.

"Now that we have ourselves a "private" place, we can have some time to ourselves."

You were about to protest, but the back of your head was cupped by one of his hands. He nestled your face into the crook of his neck. He grabbed your waist with his free hand and pulled it closer to his body. He loved how fast your little heart pitter-pattered at his touch, and how your skin burned with longing. You were such a poor thing. Clearly your body loved his presence, so he didn't understand why you kept yourself from his majesty.

With your face still crammed into his neck, he closed his eyes and licked the back of your head. He began to slowly groom the hair he could reach from the awkward position you both were in. Your mind was in a daze and you could barely think. You knew lots of birds groomed each other to form stronger bonds, especially between mates. The thought made your cheeks burn hotter than before. However, even despite the embarrassment, there was something so oddly soothing about all this. It felt so good...

With each passing stroke of Sun's tongue, you began to melt into his touch. You closed your eyes and accepted that you were, admittedly, enjoying this. You also knew your fellow employees were never gonna let you live this down if they found out... good. You were too groggy to care anyway. You just wanted to be in the moment.

Here's the picture with out shading.

#dca au #wine and feathers au #digital art #harpy sun #peacock sun #handler y/n

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jungkoode · 12 days ago

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drabble from griffin’s pov???? i think it would be so hilarious 😅😂

AHAHAAHHHAHAH I have been saving this one for a while because I was deciding which one to use it for. So, behold—chapter 12 from our favorite orange menace’s POV.

Or Griffin’s survival guide to stupid humans.

6:47 PM

Sunbeam. Perfect windowsill temperature. Tail positioned for maximum dramatic effect.

Life is good.

7:02 PM

Door slam. Phoenix human is back from her daily abandonment ritual (she calls it ‘studying’ but I know it’s just an excuse to leave me).

She smells like stress and those terrible library books. Also… vanilla. Always vanilla. It’s actually quite pleasant, though I’d never admit it to her face.

7:03 PM

Oh no. She’s got That Look. The one that means Jungkook human is about to get yelled at for something.

Time to relocate to higher ground. Kitchen counter provides excellent view of impending chaos.

7:04 PM

She’s banging on Jungkook human’s door. Aggressive. Impressive. I approve.

Wait—did she just say something about MY vanilla? Excuse me, Phoenix human, but you don’t own scents. That’s like saying I own the concept of knocking things off tables.

Which I do, obviously.

7:05 PM

Jungkook human emerges. Shirtless, for reasons I don’t comprehend. These humans have absolutely no sense of proper attire. I’ve been trying to teach them about dignified presentation for months, puking on the pieces of clothing I don’t approve of, but do they listen? No.

Also, his hair looks like he stuck his paw in an electrical socket. Pathetic.

7:07 PM

Oh, it’s about the candle. The vanilla one that’s been burning all afternoon, making the apartment smell less like ‘disappointed cat’ and more like ‘cozy den.’

For the record, I enjoyed the vanilla ambiance. It complemented my nap quite nicely. And it removed the cheap perfume scent from the previous Girl human.

And now they’re fighting again. These humans have the strangest obsessions. I prefer the smell of that tuna they never give me.

Phoenix human gesticulates wildly. Jungkook human looks confused. Both are being dramatic.

I am the only mature individual in this household.

7:09 PM

They’re bickering about coffee now. I’ve given up trying to understand their mating rituals.

Moving to living room couch for better acoustics.

7:15 PM

Coffee making noises from kitchen. Jungkook human is in full peacock mode, showing off his ‘barista skills’ like it’s some sort of impressive hunting display.

Phoenix human is pretending not to be interested while clearly being very interested.

Humans are exhausting.

7:18 PM

The Mug Incident occurs.

Jungkook human drinks from Phoenix human’s mug. She stares at his mouth. He knows she’s staring at his mouth. She knows he knows.

This is worse than when they had that screaming match about who ate the last yogurt. At least that had substance.

7:22 PM

They’ve moved to the couch. MY couch.

The audacity.

I’m relocating to the windowsill to express my displeasure through strategic back-turning and judgmental tail positioning.

7:23 PM

OH FOR THE LOVE OF—

They’re doing the thing again. The weird grabby thing where they get all breathe-heavy and make those noises.

I resented this apartment at first, because how dare Jungkook human move my chambers without asking for permission.

But I don’t see Scary human anymore, so I accepted it.

I never accepted this; however.

7:25 PM

Jungkook human just said ‘hop on’ and I briefly considered intervening because that’s MY line. I’m the one who hops on things. Counters, beds, Phoenix human’s laptop when she’s trying to work.

But then I remembered I don’t actually care about human territorial disputes.

7:30 PM

They’re really going at it now. All grabby hands and ridiculous noises.

Do they not realize I have very sensitive hearing? Some of us are trying to maintain our dignity here.

7:45 PM

More noises. Jungkook human is making sounds like he’s choking on a hairball, but somehow Phoenix human seems to think this is… positive?

Humans are deeply confusing.

I’m going to stare out the window and pretend none of this is happening. Maybe judge some pigeons. Those flying rats have no sense of proper urban etiquette.

7:58 PM

FINALLY. Silence.

Wait, no. Now they’re talking about… toys?

Not the good kind of toys. Not feather wands or laser pointers or those delightful crinkly balls. They’re talking about human toys, which from context seem significantly less entertaining.

Although Jungkook human seems very excited about ‘shopping’ which usually means new things come into the apartment, so perhaps this will work out in my favor.

8:00 PM

They’re arguing about friendship now.

Phoenix human insists they’re ‘not friends’ while clearly caring about Jungkook human’s opinion. Jungkook human is pretending to be offended while obviously pleased with the attention.

It’s like watching two kittens who haven’t figured out they like playing with each other yet.

Actually, that’s insulting to kittens. Kittens have more emotional intelligence.

8:05 PM

Jungkook human has collapsed on top of Phoenix human like a large, sweaty blanket.

She’s complaining, but making no actual effort to remove him.

I still don’t understand, so I won’t make an effort to anytime soon.

8:10 PM

Peace at last. Time for my evening patrol of the apartment.

Food bowl: Adequately filled, though the presentation could be improved.

Water fountain: Functioning, though I prefer drinking from Jungkook human’s water glasses just to assert dominance.

Litter box: Clean. The one thing these humans do properly.

8:15 PM

Returning to windowsill for evening sunbeam absorption and philosophical contemplation.

Today’s thoughts: Humans are ridiculous creatures who communicate primarily through elaborate mating dances and volume control issues. They make simple things like drinking coffee into complex rituals. They burn candles to create “ambiance” when they could simply bask in natural light like civilized beings.

And yet… they keep the food bowl filled and the apartment adequately heated.

I suppose they’re trainable.

8:30 PM

Note to self: Next time they start their grabby-noise ritual, knock something valuable off the kitchen counter. Establish boundaries. Maintain household dignity.

But maybe wait until after dinner. And if it’s tuna, perhaps let them be.

Priorities.

#ask/fmu #drabble #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #griffin’s pov #griffin the cat supremacy

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starlightwoofwoof · 2 months ago

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um teehee i got a little too silly and wanted to try to figure out which of the Miraculouses could go to each Toon??? so i listed them all down and started looking for patterns and stuff

(by the way, i'm the anon that suggested Silver Fox for Rodger. hi again)

now, there's 29 Toons in total as of v0.6.3, so not everybody is going to get one, obviously. i've decided that i'm going to go ahead and exclude the dogs as well as put the Christmas Toons on the sidelines... idk might change that but i really just wanted it to be the primary roster

i also don't have all of them done. lol. it's certainly a thought exercise

SO HERE'S THE ONES I DID HAVE FULL IDEAS FOR. THAT ALREADY HAVE NOT BEEN COME UP WITH. AS FAR AS I AM AWARE.

- I don't know if you're a Shellevision shipper or not, but that really doesn't matter because either way, Vee just seems so good for the Cat Miraculous. I MEAN. she's green and black and can even already have a tail depending on how you interpret her microphone attachment

- Astro's blanket is cool and blue so why not give him the Peacock Miraculous? he can really be making dreams come to life with the Amoks and Sentimonsters.

- Sprout should get the Turtle Miraculous specifically because its trait is Protection. and he's Overprotective. yes that is my only reason.

(i wanted all the Mains to get one of the Cool Top Level jewels hehe)

- Teagan looks like she'd be a really good fit for the Bee Miraculous, i mean, she's classy and fancy and already has a feather boa. Bees are fuzzy. and honey tea is yummy :)

- I saw you already had a doodle for Mouse Miraculous wielder Toodles, and even though she is extremely young to be using one, her superhero name needs to be Dupliceight. i don't make the rules that's just how it has to be

- Scraps and Goob should get the Tiger and Dog Miraculouses respectively because the other cat one has already been taken and the Dog Miraculous literally represents Adoration. doesn't that fit Goobert Gooberson, Lover of Hugs so well???? also he chases his nonexistent tail in his dreams according to the new dialogue between him and Astro

- Yatta should get the Monkey Miraculous because it is Chaos and she is Chaos. its quality is literally Derision, and have you seen Xuppu? they would get along so well

other note i had:

i like how Glisten, using the Snake Miraculous, is called Ouroboros, because it both represents infinity– perhaps how mirrors facing each other reflect on themselves forever, or even could symbolize the sort of loop that is perfectionism– as well as, somewhat more importantly, wholeness.

Wholeness can be defined as soundness, health, or well-being in body, mind, or spirit; the quality of being or feeling complete and not divided or damaged.

Glisten feels incomplete and greatly dissatisfied with himself for not meeting his own (unreasonably high) standards, and after he's Akumatized, has this almost quite literal division in his mind of Polished Perfectionist haunting him (in a way that is painfully accurate to actual internal perfectionism).

Wholeness is, in a way, a counter to perfectionism: it is achieved through acceptance of limitations, and by doing that, quite paradoxically, those limitations can then be transcended.

By wielding the Snake Miraculous, Glisten is being helped on his way towards recovering from being Polished Perfectionist... by literally being given a Second Chance :)

(i'm looking way too hard into this bro)

omg

you know what- I love all of this actually

here- I drew them heheheh

okay where do I start uh- I’d say I’m more of a FossilCleaning kinda person but I definitely agree with the whole Vee = Cat thing

……. also I know I named Peacock! Astro after a completely different kind of bird but loooooook I tried being creative here- 🥲

I guess I don’t really have much to say about Turtle! Sprout and Bee! Teagan other than I agree- but I tried to make Honey’s skirt look like a flower cause bees like flowers :] (also this is my first time drawing Teagan!! YIPPEE)

I didn’t draw Mouse! Toodles, cause y’know, I drew her before but omg that name is genius I’m stealing it /silly

I think Tiger! Scraps is really cute heh- and Goob has his tail now!! (he’s gonna chase it around as soon as they’re done fighting whoever they’re fighting lol)

I was also kinda just- not sure what to do with Yatta, but I drew her with Xuppu anyway lol

okie soooo about Glisten

I honestly really like the whole symbolism that comes with him becoming a hero, I feel like I don’t think about things in my AU that much, but yeah- (you should thank whoever gave me the whole Snake! Glisten idea though!!)

heheh that whole Second Chance connection always makes me smile every time I think about it :] 💙✨

uh I don’t really know what to put for this part so uhhhhhh here, have Perfect as a yippee creature (he’s constantly stuck in my head plz help-)

oh yeah if you guys have any rambles like this you wanna say about my AU, plz tell me!! I love hearing silly rambles about my AU :3

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ohwormwood · 3 months ago

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ISAT OCS: concept art dump and notes

Part 0 | Introductions | Concept Art Dump | Ornithomancy | Memes

i present to you: the archive of isat oc doodles, pieces, and various other visual media that i have amassed over the course of 6 months!

messy celest ref! fun note: she knows how to do traditional weaving techniques. her belt in my mind is a tablet weave, but i couldn't exactly get the texture right on scale. also don't look at the hands! i got tired!

haruka concept and the final design! she went though a couple of iterations, but this the one we settled on. you can see the clothes she's wearing under in her sprite comp as well.

Aega concepts! she is a Giant Woman; she stands at her 7'8''. her body is actually a porcelain ball jointed doll, made before the island nuke to use as a vessel for her within her shrine. her weapon was originally inspired by the bloodborne trick weapons, and could turn from the naginata to a scythe, but that ended up being scrapped because the design was kinda janky. also, she is heavily inspired by the twin sisters from Kubo and the two strings.

fuyumi concept art! she's haruka's mom– she doesn't show up until postcanon, but she's genuinely one of my favorite characters and her energy is delightful. she's a rock type but specializes as a rather formidable healer.

other expressions concept art! there are actually 4 in total; aquila (the eagle), monoceros (the qilin), ophiuchus (the turtle and snake), and draco (who is. obviously. a dragon. but i haven't designed him yet). they're heavily inspired by the four holy beasts from a piece of chinese classical literature. typically, the white tiger takes the place of the qilin, but some versions swap the two. these are essentially the divine beasts from breath of the wild, and they each have their own questline, associated party member, and dungeon accordingly. Himawari is connected to Aquila (DEEPLY and extremely lore relevant fact); Haruka to Ophiuchus (inspired by Asclepius, the greek god of medicine); Celest to Monoceros (the qilin is often compared to a unicorn in the west, though they're pretty distinct); and Ori with Draco (even though he's not pictured here, he's a traditional east asian dragon design and carries a massive pearl).

original fauna i made for worldbuilding and drawing practice.

the eagle is an Okibi Eagle, whose design is a pretty solid mix between a harpy eagle, the golden eagle, white-tailed eagle, and secretary bird. lore-wise, they were used as falconry birds by a few clans, but disappeared after the Island got nuked. Himawari's design is heavily inspired by them (well, vice-versa, but you get the picture).

the butterflies are actually an enemy; they're called Moonflies, and they're part of the stuff that happens once Aega's influence spreads. Their wing scales shed constantly, and when they're breathed in, they cause a potent anesthetic and hallucinogenic effect similar to what Aega's sleep does. They swarm together and, mechanic-wise, perform a similar service to what the Kings Tears do during his fight. Their coloration changes depending on the lunar phase they emerged during. Their design was a mix of the Aega morpho, japanese luna moth, lyretailed phoenix swallowtail, emerald swallowtail, and blue peacock swallowtail.

gem trees! they're a ka buan adaptation of favor trees; in the lore we've stated that the favor tree concept itself was an Islander tradition that has been so morphed into common life that most places where the Islanders had some impact has some variation of them. the design and function are extremely similar to shinto traditions of marking sacred trees inhabiting kami with shimenawa, as well as shinboku, trees where tags asking for blessings are left for a shrine's kami to fulfill. instead of tags, carved gemstones are used and hung from the branches of trees. some are natural, old-growth trees like camphor trees, but sometimes there are trees constructed with wire to act as a more stable and malleable version.

(himawari and aega belong to @dasnercaret; orion belongs to @scramblecat; haruka and fuyumi belong to @aquakirb)

Part 0 | Introductions | Concept Art Dump | Ornithomancy | Memes

#isat #in stars and time #wormwood rambles #isat ocs #isat spoilers #kinda?#illustration #isat fanart #concept art #worldbuilding #oh wormwood #isatmoonslayers

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mochiotomedumplings · 5 months ago

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some parallels & contrasts & links between sunday and aventurine:

- overcautious, uptight, likely trust issues & low self-opinion & insecure & self-destructive (derived or pointed out in quest)

- put on a facade while dealing with others, heavily performance-themed (sunday with his 3 act play and literally fighting on a stage, aven also boss fight on stage and quest had him reminiscing while running around a stage)

- more performance related (sunday’s choir theme, his trailer & liking for fine music, aven’s pov quest ending with him “going on stage” and putting on a show for his gamble)

- past, present and future (sunday’s history lesson, aven’s “other selves” after being harmony’d, penacony both being a turning point for them to sorta move on from the past)

- sister and family (both love their family more than themselves, both have lost part or all of it and had to cope without actual parental figures in unfriendly environment)

- more on family (both still keep memories/ traces of their lost family even now, aven with his father’s shirt and sunday’s still accompanied by the echoes of faded dreams - “echoes of the memories someone once held of their beloved family”)

- “blessed” in their own path (sunday being powerful enough in harmony to usurp dominicus and touch ena, aven “never loses”)

- religious theme (aven still practicing gaiathra’s rituals, sunday almost-god and biblical reference)

- tangent paths (sunday with his order and divine laws i.e. things must happen this way, aven with his luck and destiny i.e. this will happen)

- caged bird/ captive theme (sunday and his dove, aven and slave + prison theme, both seem as though they control their own fate but not really)

- 2 sides of the same coin (not risking anything and risking everything, control everything vs leaving the final hand in luck, knowing everything vs hiding everything, save everyone vs destroy the world)

- possibility (sunday used to not entertain such noises and risks as said by wonweek while aven is all about playing with bigger risks for bigger reward… no possibility of failure vs the smallest possibility of success)

- both yapper in a way (charmony dove sunday would probs talk at length about things he knows/ has mulled over, see how aven has much to share about things he knows in his voicelines)

- colors (playable: dark vs bright pants, blue+white coat vs green+black coats, gold theme everywhere; family head vs stoneheart: white suit dark inner shirt vs black suit white inner shirt; sunday’s gold eyes and aven’s blond, aven’s eyes kinda similar to ena’s eye with vibrant shades like sunday’s harmony thingy)

- more on appearance (hand behind back thing, left vs right; aven’s eyes of avgin & gaiathra vs eyes everywhere on sunday & ena; bird reference, peacock man vs chicken wing boy; both have a gold scarf and flowy coat tails; both avgins and halovians are known for their good looks)

- crazy (one’s a crazed gambler and the other’s been called a lunatic)

- lost (aven seemed lost on what to do before penacony, plus self-destructive methods, then he found resolution after the slash to live on; sunday had it all planned out before penacony, plus self-destructive methods, then he lost it all and now finding new ways to the future)

- their voiceline about the other is slightly off (sunday described aven’s plan as a grand performance - which he is known to like - then giggled before saying he wants to “clash on stage” again; aven is mostly confident/ chill talking about others & their affiliation but complains about sunday’s method - did not mention halovian or The Family - and then wants to observe sunday’s new plan/ game)

- unjust destiny (their past of suffering, but also their shared outlook on life being inherently unfair and assigning “value” to people)

- referencing the other (wonweek mentioned aven as an influence, aven’s past got explored as he got harmony’d by sunday, “inherently unjust destiny” featuring him being questioned by sunday into revealing his past and feelings, sunday’s voiceline to aven about keeping principles when “golden touch” started with “winning 200% but losing all principles”)

- perfume (both shown to like the Evernight Carnival perfume from Aventurine Timeline)

they have so much in common 💕

#sunturine #avenday #sundayhsr #aventurine hsr

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drowninginblox · 7 months ago

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The Talk of The Ton

A Bridgerton Inspired Nightcrawler x Reader fanfiction Part 1 of what should assumed to be many No beta readers, we die like... :)

Please read the Trigger Warnings:

This Chapter:

Parents abusing their children

Others to follow...

Abandonment

Parrent deaths

"This is my least favorite thing." He declares as the carriage rumbles against the road. "Honestly, I understand that I must make appearances to represent that house, but why so many? I just got back home and now I'm being flaunted around like a peacock!" His company, a woman in a dark veil and even darker attire, taps his shoe with her cane as a warning. "You are going to dance with everyone who even attempts to encourage an ask. Do you understand?" She responds in a tone that rivaled ice. He can only look away from her to the upcoming estate, well alit from touches and candlelight. "Am I clear?" He doesn't spare her a glance. "Yes, my lady." He utters in an attempt to not sound like a grit. The woman sits straighter with a sigh. "Honestly, you should be thanking me. Curiosity will be doing half of the work for you this season." He scoffs. "And my charm will be doing the rest?"

She swings her cane at his calve, making him wince and seeth. "No, you idiot. The rest will be your title. It would be a miracle for you to find a love match." He restrains himself from doing the thing he's been dreaming of since childhood. But he knew better. To kill her here, where she is expected. To kill her now, while she is expecting. No. He would be the first to be accused and the one to be hung. So he does as he always did when the temptation crossed him; inhale with intent, exhale with ease, and sit up straight to appease. It was always easier like this.

He swears he can see her smile under the veil.

"Do not interrupt me. I am meeting with a colleague who may usher you to a promising future." He glances, "As a show pony or a fighting dog this time?" She smiles through a scoff. "Extracurriculars build character."

"So does having friends." She pauses. "Everything I did was for the betterment of you. Everything." She raises a hand to his chin. He pulls away only for her to snatch it and force him to look at her. "Everything I do is for this family. And whether you like it or not, you are the only heir to this family." He sneers, "I promise you, I will be the ruin of this family. After all, the only thing this family has done is ruin me." He yanks himself away from her clutch. Just before the woman can argue, the carriage stops. "You are lucky that I am a patient, understanding woman." He turns to her, "Understanding women don't send their sons to different countries before they can realize themselves."

The carriage door slams shut, rocking the vehicle as he leaps to the ground. The coachman glances and sighs before driving away, while the newly appointed heir curses under his breath. Although his physique mutes its bitter bite, the cold manages to make him shiver. At least, he hoped it was just the breeze.

The overcoat he's wearing is a thin thing as he overheats easily, but that doesn't mean it isn't classy. Black as the night to those who see him storm up the stairs. Unless onlookers are unfortunate enough to see the scowl on his face. Yet the blood red inside it shows through the tail. It might be enough of a distraction.

Once he enters, an astute butler glances before he offers to take the man's coat and matching top hat, to which he obliges, revealing his dark hair and concealed ears to the lovely ladies looking his way. He pays them no mind, though, as the music calls his attention far more than his obligations.

Where there is music, there is merriment, and where there is merriment, there is bound to be liquor. However, he is more than prepared to nurse a bottle of champagne if the host is occupied with sharing more quality drinks. Speaking of, he didn't ask his dear mother who was hosting this shindig.

Entering the ballroom only yielded what he feared: people. None of which he thinks will be prepared to see glorious him. But then again, no one is truly ready to witness glory.

He does as he always does, a deep breath prompts a recollection of his time and the circus, and he imagines the impression of a push to the small of his back, just as Marie used to do. One step turns to two, two turns to a stride, and the next thing the lord knows, he is beside himself near a platter of macaroons.

The awareness of the eyes on him isn't lost upon him, but it is dulled by the cheers at the introduction of the Nightcrawler. "Excuse me, sir," A voice addressed through the memory, making him look to the addresser. It is a man in his prime, taller than the lord, but most are, with slicked-back brown hair, adorned with red-tinted spectacles and a suit that he could have sworn he saw in fashion a few years ago in Germany. By no means was it unfashionable; the motif of gold amongst its navy was very aesthetically pleasing. But by all means, this dress was not the latest trend.

He looks at the gentleman's eyewear. "Ja? Bin ich eine zu große Ablenkung für dich, Baummann? To what do I owe the pleasure?" He offers a smile to the man, who seems to be at ease by the openness. "I am Lord Summers, of the house of Summers," The man offers a small bow out of decency. "I was hoping to make your acquaintance as I have not encountered you before." The smaller man chuckles as he feels more eyes on him. The stir he is about to cause, oh he cannot help the growing smile. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Forgive my English as I have been abroad for so long that I prefer German." He offers a dramatic bow and rises to the now curious man. The ghost of a laugh bubbles through the smaller man. "I am Kurtis Wagner, Viscount of the House of Ravens."

The ensuing murmurs and gasps fill the crowd, making the viscount smile as he straightens. "A pleasure, Lord Summers," He offers his hand, to which the lord takes almost immediately. Kurtis smiles a little as he leans close to the lord. "You are a brave one for bothering to introduce yourself." he breathes. The lord laughs. "Curiosity isn't bravery. Bravery implies I'm running into danger to save someone else," he murmurs. The Viscount tightens his hold on the lord for a moment before releasing it with a chuckle. "You are a clever one, ja?" he asks as the murmurs enraptures the room, drawing out his and the lord's conversation entirely. "As I assume you are," the lord offers him a smile. Kurtis only smirks.

"My Viscount, it would be a pleasure to introduce you to the host of this ball." The lord offers. "If you are not too occupied, that is," He smiles. Kurtis looks him over. He's seen his fair share of men, all of whom were wicked as most men were. But this one... that smile of his is intriguing. Kurtis takes a macaroon and shrugs. "Would you say that the host is good company?" The lord laughed, "I'd say he's a free thinker, an educated man. He's interested in all people. Not just that of the society we live in." The man pushes his spectacles closer to the bridge of his nose. The viscount muses on the offer even though he knows his answer. "Scheiß drauf, all can see I am a man of curiosity. Indulge me, Herr Sommer." The lord offers a smile, "If you please," he addresses before starting in a direction. The viscount follows, noticing the distinct lack of music.

#nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner x reader #Bridgerton AU #Period AU

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sonic-takeover · 1 month ago

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Woohoo go Tails! You've been invited to her place sometime, you're getting her phone number, and she even initiated holding your hand! You keep winning today little man! 😸

Yo Sonic, your little bro managed to ask that Zooey girl he likes to come to the wedding with him and it's going super well for him! They're even dressed to match each other, it's super cute! 🥹

*Tails is dancing with Zooey on the dance floor, holding her hands as they try to figure out a waltz. It isn't waltzing music, but that doesn't matter. Tails almost steps on her foot, but uses his tails to lift off just in time. He lands back down, giving her a sheepish smile* Eheh.. Sorry.

No, I think it's cool! I wish I could fly, too. We could make it a dance routine, hehe!

*Tails smiles up at her* You're so nice, Zooey.

Hm? Doesn't everyone think it's cool?

Not really. But I'm glad you do!

*She smiles at him and looks around to see if anyone else is waltzing. She spots Rouge and Knuckles waltzing from across the room and studies their footsteps* ... Hmm.. Maybe like this? *She tries side stepping and turning with him, but they stumble and fall over each other*

Oof- Ah! Sorry! *Tails gets up and helps her stand*

No, no, that was me. I was trying to copy them. *She points at Rouge and Knuckles*

Why don't we go ask them to teach us? They're super nice!

Oh, really? Okay! *They run off together to get dancing lessons*

They are headed toward us?

Mhm~ Pretend you don't know what they want.

*Knuckles sighs* I did not expect this to come as a price for attempting to cheer you up.

Oh but Knuckles, sweetie~ Dancing is a joy that's meant to be shared~

*Knuckles grunts, displeased with this ideology. Zooey and Tails stop next to them with excited looks on their faces. Knuckles looks down at them with disdain* What is it that you want, foxes?

Can you guys teach us how to dance like that?

Yeah, it looks super cool!

Hmhmhm~ Of course, my darlings. *She switches with Knuckles, showing Tails where to place his hand* This is called closed position. This is how you'll hold your hands during most of a waltz.

Ohhh... *Tails looks over at Zooey, who's being instructed by Knuckles. She's getting the warrior speech. She glances at him and shrugs, smiling. He smiles back*

Sweetie, pay attention please.

Oh! Sorry Rouge! I'm listening.

Good. Now then.. *She and Knuckles show them each how to do a basic waltz. It takes a few repetitions, but by the end, they're able to waltz on their own, even if it's clumsy*

*Swifty and Jet got to the dance floor before Sonic and Shadow could. If they go now, it'll look like they're copying them. They're doing some kind of tango together, their faces close* ... Couple of peacocks. That's what they are. How did you put up with that imbecile for so long?

*Sonic's face is in his hands. He can't look* I have no idea, sunshine.. At least he wasn't proud of dating me. No one else had to see it.

*Shadow crosses his arms, glaring as he watches Jet dip Swifty and pull one of his legs up by his knee* Tch. If he's proud to date that loser and wasn't proud to date you, I doubt his judgement. I already did, but now even more so.

Heh.. Thanks, beautiful. *Sonic leans against him, holding his hand. He sits forward a moment later* Woah, wait.. Look! *He points at one side of the room, where Rouge and Knuckles are supervising Tails and Zooey dancing together* Awww! GOOD JOB TAILS!!! *Tails waves at him from across the room* Heh... As his big bro, I'm so proud of him.

Hm.. As am I.. I suppose.

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kedreeva · 17 days ago

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Saw your post about peacocks dropping their trains and it reminded me of the time when I was younger (like 13ish?) and we went on a family outing to a castle that had a load of peacocks. They did sell the feathers in the gift shop but my mother (derogatory, we don't speak anymore, this story somewhat illustrates why) decided she was not going to pay their inflated prices when there were so many free feathers readily available for the taking. The issue was said feathers were currently being used, by the peacocks. Not one to be deterred my mother waited for one to be distracted by a lovely lady, snuck up behind it and ripped a handful of tail feathers out. The peacock was quite rightfully enraged (and most likely scared and in a shit tonne of pain), attacked my mother enthusiastically and chased her into the toilets in which she locked herself. Whereupon the peacock sat quietly outside the toilets waiting for her to re-emerge so he could resume his attack (he let other visitors in and out quite peacefully).

None of the family interceded on her behalf but after 2 hours we did eventually have to go get someone to help steer the peacock away so we could leave. The feathers were confiscated by an employee who was somehow even angrier than the peacock (genuinely did not think that was possible until I was called upon to defend my part in this and had to assure her several times that I, hand to heart, had no part of this insane plan, did not know what my mother was planning beforehand, definitely did not want her blood feathers or any part of this bullshit and was in fact quite pissed off in my own right because literally all I had wanted to do that day was feed/befriend the peacocks and now they all associated me with the evil feather thieving bitch in the toilets so wouldn't come near me (can't blame them but it stung a little)). We were all thrown out and my parents were banned from returning, my mother insisted she did nothing wrong the whole time.

Until I saw your post I didn't realise peacocks actually shed their whole train every year which makes it more ridiculous that my mother was so determined to pull them off while the poor bird was still using them. I still feel sorry for that peacock but he aquitted himself admirably and dispensed instant karma with a vigour that would make gods feel inadequate. Also I will never not laugh at the memory of him politely moving to the side to allow other ladies to use the bathroom only to launch into fiery rage any time his enemy attempted to escape. If nothing else it taught me at an early age that peacocks are definitely a bird I want to own one day, definitely not a bird to upset, and can hold a grudge better than any teenager on the planet.

You would not BELIEVE the grudges they can hold if you offend them, and they are always on the alert for a good fight.

The good news is that if she was able to pull multiple train feathers out at once, the feathers were already on their way out. They're in there pretty good while still fresh and in use, and even pulling one train feather out when the feather isn't ready to go can be a challenge. So, while I'm sure he was very very surprised and offended, he probably wasn't in much pain, any more so than you or I might be if someone pulled out a few stands of hair- unpleasant, stings when it happens, but unlikely to actually leave you hurting for terribly long, or all that much.

#peacocks #stories about human beings #Anon asks #asks #I'm still glad she got banned from going back #because leave the birds alone

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murderandjambalaya · 2 months ago

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Stick figure hcs!!!

It’s been a while since I got on tumblr and I STILL haven't posted, like, anything about my hcs (except for old writing from before I switched accts & devices but SHUSH WE’RE NOT LOOKING AT THOSE), so here’s some stick-focused world building stuff (mostly the hollowheads)!

rambles. Very much rambles. Only some coherent rambles. This is your only warning.

WTF IS A GENDER

Most sticks are closer to drawings or computer programs than humans, and their perception of gender reflects this! A few sticks across the outernet might take on more traditionally human genders, but most sticks see gender and pronouns as a fluid extension of their personality and self-expression. How attached a stick is to their gender varies from each individual to the next. That being said, most stick figure “genders” are more like pronouns (or lack of them) + flavors. My flavor hcs for the sticks (or at least the ones I have a clear idea of) are: (EDIT - this was supposed to be gender flavors and it slowly flew away from that but it’s long enough that I don’t want to delete it. I am so sorry.)

Red- uses she/he, cat videos, brainrot, bright blue artificial dye, time-out corner, three yo-yos at once

Orange- uses xe/xem, Yippee, Power of Friendship, orange juice mixed with caffeine in a Monster Energy can, loaf of bread, Take On Me music video but make it cosmic horror

Yellow- uses she/they, raccoon covered in car grease holding a wrench, ridiculously thick goggles+gloves, tism, curious. A bit too curious. Why are you googling “how to get away with arson.”

Green- uses he/him, disaster bi, theater kid (only derogatory during the influencer arc), WHAT’S UP DEMONS, it’s ME, yaoiYA BOI, Siren by Kailee Morgue

Blue- uses all prns, witchcore, “my farmer gf- or as I like to call her, my crop top,” if their eyes open yk you’re fucked, LET HIM COOOKKKK, rhubarb & lemon, Willow from ToH, 🫵rehab

Ourple- uses he/they, moth, capitalism, product is dairy free (father has not returned with the milk yet), “hello, Zuko here,” you’re literally broke how do you have so many suits, anxiety, Cavetown, flower crowns, psychological warfare, “DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE A PLASTIC BAG*ugly sobbing*”, birb. Birb is love. Birb is life. grisp the birb.

Chosen- uses he/him (anything but ‘it’), Shadow the Hedgehog, Falling in Reverse, Transcendental Cha Cha by Tom Cardy but make it the seven stages of grief, Sobbing on the Ground, *pac man noises*, traumacore, Alan gave me depression bc he knew otherwise I would beat him in hand-to-hand combat at 14, eats pizza crust-first, coffee as dark and bitter as my soul, cornered stray dog, 🇺🇸F🇺🇸R🇺🇸E🇺🇸E🇺🇸D🇺🇸O🇺🇸M🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🍔🍔🍔🍔🍟🍟🍔🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

Dark- uses he/they (‘it’ when the mission code is in control), Murder, “spider-man, spider-man, does whatever a- OH NO NOT THE CHILDREN,” the crackling sound of a circuit board being broken in half and emitting sparks, ✨extra✨, shoplifting from Hot Topic on a Thursday, I’m Gonna Kill Santa Clause by Danny Gonzalez, masculine but like in a peacock way, knife pronounced “kuh-NIFF-eey”, chaos, the Sillies (aka bloodlust so strong I could commit a felony. Perhaps even multiple felonies.)

Vic- uses she/her (annoying local qpr always wearing the same gender), a woman politician???!!/pos, I’ve been near you for five whole minutes when are you going to murder me already, wet cat, tears, fluffy blankets, bones, space, I miss my wife, Tails. I miss her a lot.

MT- uses he/him, musty crusty Old Man, *eyebrows widen in surprise*, Flashbacks to The War, beefing with literal children, Dad Jokes, dust, depression

Agent- no time to Gender, never beating the loyal dog allegations, lost all whimsy in The Great Fire of 1941, “I just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYY,” ink, crunchy, fucked-up lil guy/w bg explosions for dramatic effect, IM SMITH SHADY YES IM THE REAL SHADY ALL YOU OTHER SMITH SHADIES ARE JUST IMITATING SO WONT THE REAL SMITH SHADY PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP PLEASE STAND UP

Mitsi- uses she/her, Girlboss, actually the woman ever, paint, daffodils, ashes, earl grey tea, :3 “friend-shaped”

Gold- uses all prns, ash baby, space but it’s a liquid that will suck you into it, LET ME OUT, crayons, cotton, sunlight, glitter, sand, Minecraft end poem

Corndog guy- money, corndogs, repressed godhood, Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Did any of that make any sense? Admittedly, no. Am I saying that if you bit into Red, you would taste artificial blue dye and cat videos? Yes. Absolutely. For added fun, read these like Ao3 tags.

WTF ARE THE HOLLOWHEADS

In my hcs, the hollowheads are not siblings *coughcoughchodarkpropaganda*. However, Vic and Cho are practically twins. Why? A hollowhead’s physical appearance (since I usually draw them like Fleshy Human People) is mostly determined by their creator’s intentions when creating them. Alan can only see them in stick form, so their appearance being shaped by his intentions is kinda like how ppl have hcs of their ocs that are still a part of them even though they’re only in the creator’s head and haven’t been drawn yet. Vic and Cho are so similar bc they’re only in we’re both drawn as punching bags, even though Cho was a challenge and Vic was a training dummy. Sec didn’t actually have a comprehensible mortal form until xey found RGBY (just picture an Eldridge Horror exploring Alanspc when TSC was first introduced) bc Alan created xem without any intent to make xem alive or any idea of what xey’d be for who xey’d be, so TSC is Art. Literally. Xey embody art itself. That’s why xeir whole green glowy power is so effective, it’s not meant to be an offensive measure, but a large part of the outernet IS art, so xey have a very wide range of control (or xey would have, if it was what xe wanted when xe realized it. Xey find more purpose and joy in just existing with xeir friends. Xey connect and create. It’s xeir whole thing).

A hollowhead’s appearance is also heavily shaped by the attachments they make, most notably their secondary colors. Their second color reflects the deepest attachment they make. When a hollowhead is first created, before they make any attachments, their second color is clear. The hollowheads’ pupil/irises being different colors would also make them blind until they form an attachment (light passes through clear stuff instead of being absorbed by it), and by that logic, even while attached, most hollowheads are some form of colorblind. Vic has never not been blind while Dark is the only hollowhead with Rainbow Premium™️. Second’s secondary color is Green, Chosen’s is red, Dark’s is black, and Vic’s was white but faded mostly back to clear with hints of silver (after Misti’s death, Vic kinda self-isolated and got addicted to the VR memory tech). Attachments forming appearances is also the reason why Sec is the only one with a cursor ahoogie. Vic has a large, cursor-shaped scar on their back. It fades while Mitsi helps her heal, but starts growing again once she starts blaming the cursor for Mitsi’s death. Sometimes, during her really bad flashbacks, her old cursor scars will start to show up on her skin, even though she has a new body with no scars each time she’s drawn. Chosen still has all his cursor scars. They function like normal scars. During his terrorist years, Cho also gained a “halo” after seeing the one on the Angel of Death poster. With each attack, he’d gain a few small, jagged, triangular red arrows floating around his head. Dark thought they looked cool, but Chosen would sometimes feel like they were poking him. Cho would gain more arrows per attack as the destruction went on, having an overcrowded full-on halo by the time he stopped killing sticks. It hurts a lot, these days. Sometimes, when the sunlight hits it just right, the halo flashed purple. Although his other powers remained unaffected, Chosen’s fire started to burn a little redder after escaping the PC. After the Showdown, it sometimes burns his hands. Just a little, not so much that he can’t use it anymore. It just hurts when he does. The same thing happened with Dark’s fireballs. They got darker as time went on. Dark only has a few scars. The star-shaped one on his neck only gets deeper. When under the mission code’s influence, Dark’s secondary color reverts to clear and the whites of their eyes go black. With the virabands on, Dark’s pupil/irises turn red. During the Showdown, they had red pupils and black eyes. The virabands also project six small screens in front of their face which look like eyes with the same coloration. These projections act as a targeting system for the virabots, give quick stats on how many are functional, track the location of the other band if only one is being worn, and look really fucking cool (according to Dark).

OK THAT’S PROBABLY ENOUGH FOR ONE POST, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!

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ficclings · 1 year ago

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Hybrid! Yunho OneShot

This hasn't been proof-read so I apologise for mistakes!

Reader - Bat Hybrid Yunho - Dog Hybrid A little something for Valentine's Day because I'm lonely.

🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️🕸️

Yunho enjoyed being outside in the winter, the cold was a lot easier to escape than the humid, burning sun.

It was more the aesthetic of going to a coffee shop and cozying up by the window that he enjoyed but he still appreciated the beauty that came with the late season.

It was also the season that managed to spike his Hybrid senses into overdrive, making him hyper-aware of everybody around him and being on edge whenever somebody came near him; even his closest friends had to be careful in the winter which made having a Christmas gathering a little awkward with a Retriever Hybrid constantly trying to bite back his growls.

He hummed as he blew over the top of his coffee, the cold air brushing over his skin as a rather comforting contrast.

Work had gotten too stressful for him and so he had convinced himself to call in sick so he could relax for the day.

He would’ve loved to have a big old fireplace where he could just sit and relax at home but he was certain it would go against the safety code of the building.

Yunho licked his dry lips as he looked around for a spot to sit but ended up pouting when every table was taken, meaning he would have to take one of the outside tables in the freezing cold and he was certain he had heard of a possible snowfall today.

Making himself comfortable, he buried his face into his scar a little more and cuddled his coffee with his bare hands as he was an idiot that morning and forgot to bring his gloves.

His roommate, Wooyoung (a Peacock Hybrid) had even stuck a sticky note on the fridge about not forgetting them, but Yunho had walked straight passed the fridge in order to make the breakfast menu at the coffee shop.

Freshly made croissants were a weakness and Yunho just couldn’t resist.

“E-excuse me?”

Yunho looked up to find a woman shyly peering at him from within her own scarf cover, and tilted his head to the side as he desperately tried to calm his Hybrid half down.

“May I…may I sit here, there aren’t any spaces inside,” she was almost whispering as she spoke and her gloved fingers were clenching and unclenching in a clear attempt to calm her anxieties down; something that made Yunho’s heart ache for her ever-so-slightly.

“Go for it,” he invited with a friendly smile and his tail wagged when she smiled back at him.

Yunho watched her for a few moments, taking note of the unusual ears atop her head and the slight miscolouring of her eyes; he couldn't detect what Hybrid she was and even his Retriever side was confused.

“I’m a bat,” her voice made him jump and she giggled, hand coming up to her mouth as she did.

“I didn’t mean to stare,” Yunho could feel his ears turning red as he replied, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Bat Hybrid out and about,” he remarked bashfully as the woman bowed her head with a matching colour of her cheeks.

“It messes with our sense of direction,” she explained with a laugh, “the sun I mean, we’re all a little partially sighted so being nocturnal is just sensible,” she continued as she picked up her own beverage, a fruity herbal tea, and took a sip.

“Is it that hard with sun out?” Yunho pondered with a cute quirk of his eyebrows and a wiggle of his tail as he seemed to forget that agitation the season brought with it.

“I don’t even understand it myself but it is difficult to navigate with the sun, it hurts our eyes even when looking at the ground,” she playfully puffed her cheeks up in mock annoyance and Yunho felt his entire body suddenly flush with warmth and fluttering.

“Wow, the most I have to deal with is winter agitation and getting distracted by people playing football,” he muttered and grinned when the bat hybrid burst into a fit of laughter.

“I have heard of dog hybrids doing that!” she covered her mouth again and Yunho desperately wanted to take her hands away to see what she looked like when she laughed; even though he knew it would still look both adorable and beautiful at the same time.

“Have you ever chased after a ball?” she was now fully facing him now, fingers scratching at her cup of herbal tea and nibbling at her already sore bottom lip.

“I did when I was a lot younger,” he admitted with a cheeky grin, “my friend Hongjoong had to literally tackle me to the floor to stop me and even though he’s tiny, he managed to do it,” he smiled at the memory and took a mental note to call Hongjoong later that day to catch up on things.

“I can’t imagine anybody taking you down,” it seemed she said this without meaning to and covered her mouth once more but this time in embarrassment, “I-I mean, you’re so tall and things,” she nervously giggled and scratched at her fluffy ears.

“Well, Hongjoong can do anything,” he pointed out and felt a sting of pride for his older friend, “even take down a giant,” he added and they both fell into playful banter, the weather no longer an issue and the sun seemingly not able to blind the Bat from the stunning man across from her.

The next time Yunho bumped into her, was when he was fully decked out in pyjamas and a big puffy coat; having run out of instant noodles for his dinner, he had decided to just pop down to the shop near his apartment building.

The winter night was bitterly cold but the sweet Bat hybrid was also doing a bit of late night shopping, which she quickly explained was actually her morning shopping if you took into account that she was normally a fully nocturnal person.

They spoke for so long that the shop owner, who had the heaviest bags under his eyes Yunho had ever seen, finally asked them to leave.

Only when they had said goodbye to each other did Yunho realise that he had forgotten both his noodles and to ask her what her name was.

“Yunho!” Wooyoung’s voice sang from the living room, making the retriever grunt from his bed, nice and toasty from the cold.

“Yunho, my little puppy!” his door was pushed open with reckless abandon and he was suddenly attacked by the younger male, straddling him with a wild grin on his attractive face.

“I had a late night, please,” Yunho mumbled trying to hide his smile as Wooyoung proceeded to nuzzle into him lovingly, behaviour that he did everywhere that made people believe they were a couple.

“And why was that, lover boy?” Wooyoung let out a loud laugh and sat back up so he could look down at his friend, “I’m aware you were speaking with your precious little batgirl, but you don’t have to turn nocturnal yourself,” he poked Yunho’s cheeks before smooching them with an over exaggerated MWAH leaving his lips.

“Okay, okay, get the hell off me,” Yunho laughed as the peacock let out another laugh and finally released him.

“Oh, and just saying,” Wooyoung stopped at the bedroom door, “your little batgirl goes to your Internet Café,” he looked over his shoulder at his now blushing friend.

“How do you know?”

“Yunho, she is a nocturnal hybrid and that’s rare to see in the daytime; she stands out quite a bit when she decides to be a daywalker,” Wooyoung then threw him a flirty playful smile, “you owe me a kiss,”

With a big eyeroll, Yunho threw his pillow at him.

In hindsight, having a crush on a purely nocturnal person probably wasn’t a good idea when your own biology was catered to being awake during the daytime.

But he was determined to get to know her, desperately wanted to see if there was any sort of hope for something to blossom between them.

Yawning behind his large hand, he flopped down on one of the chairs in the café and tapped into the system so he could try to calm his nerves by playing a game.

He was halfway through a dungeon mission when his eyes caught movement by the window he was sat at and quickly typed to his teammates that he’ll be right back.

His tail started to wag violently at the sight of her making her way to a computer in the far corner, not even noticing a very happy retriever but this was understandable as he also noticed the small guide stick, she was holding to help her avoid bumping into things.

He spotted her pulling a controller out of her bag and plugged it into the back of her computer and his lips spread out into a wide grin.

She played games!

It was something else that they had in common and he had to hold himself back from immediately running over to her to ask a hundred questions.

He un-paused his game and continued to lead the march through the virtual dungeons as a powerful wizard; maybe this will help him calm down a bit more before he would even think of going over to her.

It ended up working a little too well as he got immersed in the world he had been playing for years; a frustrated groan leaving him when he died for fifth time in one of the hardest dungeons in the game and he pulled at his fluffy ear out of habit to try and stop himself from yelling at the screen.

“Do you need any help?” he just about jumped out of his skin and grabbed the front of his chest, coughing at the quick intake of breath he just took which in turn made the adorable bat panic and hold onto his hand as if he was dying.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” she squeaked and patted his back as his coughing slowed down.

“You’re a ninja,” he commented as he finally stopped coughing, “I’m okay,” he added with a blush when he noticed she was still holding his hand.

“Sorry,” she smiled a bit and sat down next to him, controller in her other hand, “um…I heard you earlier getting annoyed,” she giggled slightly.

“Oh uh,” his ears must be on fire right now, “yeah, we’re having a bit of trouble with this dungeon,” he explained with a pout making his ears droop and the sight made the bat smile warmly.

“Well, I know the Elf class can heal the team a bit but I think you need a full-on healer,” she pointed out and then bashfully pressed buttons on her unplugged controller, “I wouldn’t mind helping you,” she whispered making his heart skip a beat as he took in how she seemed to shrink in her shyness.

“I’d love that,” he smiled before quickly adding, “what’s your name?”

And finally, he got his answer.

Wooyoung smiled as he watched Yunho on his computer, headset on and fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard as he barked orders at his teammates but then had a very soft voice when asking for a bit of healing.

It was quite funny to hear and Wooyoung was tempted to record him just so that he could then show Yunho the double standards he had.

“Are you okay? I have protect ready to go,” Yunho’s voice was soft again and Wooyoung snickered into his bubble tea, pizza in the other hand threatening to let melted cheese fall onto his jeans.

“I said right!” Yunho’s ‘Captain’ voice came out, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as it did so, “don’t go off on your own, we have sixteen levels left!”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes but looked over his shoulder to watch his friend have a battle with himself as he both tried to order and flirt at the same time.

“Do you have a shield ready for us?”

Quiet.

“If you need help, I’m right next to you,”

Wooyoung’s high pitched laughter finally came out and he fell back on the sofa, the actions and sound making Yunho nearly drop his mouse.

“Oh my god, you are so down bad,” Wooyoung cried covering his face to try and silence his laughter, but it didn’t work, especially when Yunho gave him a death glare as he tried to cover up the microphone.

“Yunho, is everything okay?” Y/Ns voice was laced with worry, and he smiled shyly even though nobody could see him apart from the peacock (he was convinced Wooyoung was also part Hyena) on the sofa, “should we pause?” she added, and her character even turned towards his.

“No, no, I’m okay,” he chuckled, “just a film my roommate is watching,”

A little laugh came from his teammates, but it was Y/Ns that made him want to melt into his chair.

Wooyoung was convinced he was going to get himself slapped around the head the moment Yunho got off the game; he quickly sent a text to his friend Changbin, grabbed his keys, boxed his pizza up and took it with him out of the apartment.

“My heal is on cooldown so be careful!” Y/N’s voice came through his headset, “I have aura-heal but that means you’ll have to be stuck to my side,” she muttered clearly displeased with the fact her team couldn’t move freely.

“It’s alright, Y/N, I have potions!” came a response from the archer, Mingi, “I can heal myself,”

“Me too!” the tank, Seonghwa added making his character wiggle around in a playful manner.

“I have potions too and if anybody goes down, I have revivals,” Yunho slumped back on his seat as they all waited for the long loading screens to finish.

“You have revivals?” Y/N gasped with excitement, "I haven’t learnt that spell yet, you legend!” she giggled and he returned his hands to the keyboard as the loading screen finally finished, a fluttery feeling in his chest as eh found he liked the fact that Y/N could rely on him; even if it was just in a game.

“Don’t compliment him too much, his ego will get even bigger,”

“Shut up, Mingi,”

It wasn’t long after having regular game nights, that Yunho finally worked up the courage to invite her to his apartment; mostly to hang out but to also meet Wooyoung.

The thought terrified Yunho, not because he didn’t want them to meet, but because he knew Wooyoung was going to tease him relentlessly.

He supposed it was a blessing that she was quite literally a creature of the night and therefore she would be there quite late, meaning Wooyoung would most likely be in his room trying to sleep.

“You’re going to wear the floor out,”

Yunho flinched at the sound of the peacock’s voice.

“What?”

Wooyoung snorted before looking to his strange alcoholic beverage, plastic umbrellas decorating the rim.

“You’re walking up and down in the same spot, I’m surprised you haven’t worn the floor out and said hello to our downstairs neighbours,” Wooyoung took a sip of the bright green liquid and almost purred at the taste.

“I don’t know how to calm down,” Yunho muttered and as if on cue, he began pacing up and down the hall again.

“Yuyu,” Wooyoung grabbed his friend’s bicep and forced him to stop, “if this woman is as nice as you go on about, then stop worrying, she’ll just be happy to spend time with you,” he explained with a much more serious expression than Yunho was used to, but he appreciated that Wooyoung was genuinely trying to help him.

“Have this,” he offered his toxic looking drink and Yunho pulled a worried face that made the peacock laugh, “relax, it’s Lime-Melon Soda,” he grinned, “it only has a small amount of alcohol because I must get up early tomorrow,”

Yunho chuckled before taking a cautious sniff, decided it was fine and then had a small mouthful.

“Not bad,” he giggled before shyly pulling the other man into a hug, “thanks Woo,” he felt his tail wagging and had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Damn thing always giving away how much he liked somebody.

“Just be calm around her, she’s a bat, right?”

Yunho nodded.

“So, she’s very aware of things around her,” Wooyoung then placed his hand on his own chest, “we gentle creatures are like that,”

This single comment sent Yunho into a fit of laughter with tears streaming down his face because out of all the words to describe his friend, gentle, would not be one of them.

“It wasn’t that funny!” Wooyoung shrieked before puffing his hair out of his face and walking into his room.

Once his laughter had finally stopped, he found himself staring right through the peephole to see if she was there yet almost jumping out of his skin when he realised that she was on the other side pacing just as he had been; clearly nervous herself.

“She’s here,” Yunho whispered before remembering that Wooyoung wasn’t beside him anymore.

He tried to focus on making sure that his tail wouldn’t wag when he heard her soft knocks on the door; taking a deep breath, he pulled the door open slowly to not startle her senses.

Her face practically lit up with both happiness and anxiety when they locked eyes.

“Come in, come in!” he ushered her inside and adjusted the heat in the apartment to making it slightly warmer.

If he was going to spend money on warming the place up, it was when Y/N was there.

“Wow is that your gaming area?” she gasped, and he couldn’t help but laugh when she practically hopped on her way to the set-up he had.

“Yeah, I have a set-up in my room as well,” he felt a little flustered admitting that he had a lot of gaming equipment but thankfully, she was also a very big gaming enthusiast.

“You’re so lucky, I can’t find the new Playstation anywhere,” she giggled and stroked the top of the machine, making Yunho flush as he thought about receiving a pet on the head from her.

“Well, he hunted it down,”

Both quickly turned to see Wooyoung peering out of his doorway at them with a knowing smirk on his lips.

“I’m Wooyoung, his roommate!” he explained and approached her with a slow pace.

“I’m Y/N, I’ve only heard you in the background when in games,” she admitted with a shy laugh.

“Because he’s a loudmouth,” Yunho commented and as if to prove his point, Wooyoun let out a shriek of denial.

“I’m the reasonable amount of volume, thank you very much, now I shall bid you good day,” he turned his nose up at them and strutted back to his room.

Y/N smiled up at Yunho once they were alone and he just about felt his heart plummet through his body as he realised why he had actually invited her.

“Um, would you like something to drink?” he stuttered and she nodded, fingers clutching her arm nervously.

“If you have anything blueberry flavoured,” she nibbled her lip as she walked towards the kitchen with him.

“I have a ramune,” he pulled it out of the fridge and handed it to her.

“Thank you!” she gasped and excitedly pressed the glass ball down to activate the drink, the bubbles jumping around her nose as she took a big gulp.

Yunho fixed himself an energy drink and they made themselves comfortable of the sofa, conversations about gaming and manga filling the air.

Both getting very expressive with their passion; Yunho was pretty sure that he’d never heard Y/N be this loud before.

“He was one of my first ever obsessions,” Y/N seemed surprised by her admission and buried her red face into the crook of her arm, “sorry, that was too much information,”

“Y/N, you seem to be forgetting that I have a poster of 2B from Nier on my wall,” he pointed out and nodded his head in the direction when she looked up.

“I guess we both enjoy pixel people,” Y/N snorted and took another gulp of her drink.

“Yeah, but having somebody real is good too,” Yunho chuckled and shuffled around on the sofa, so he was completely facing her.

“Yeah,” she agreed quietly and Yunho watching as several emotions washed over her face; her ears twitching in thought, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course,”

Y/N took a deep breath and locked eyes with him, making his breath catch in his throat.

“I don’t…” she paused, “I don’t know how to do this,” she laughed anxiously, “but I uh…” her eyes dropped from his and she almost seemed to curl into herself.

“Take your time,” Yunho encouraged as he heard his blood pump in his ears loudly.

“I really like you, Yunho,” she whispered with a shaky voice, “I don’t want to lose you as a friend though,” she added quickly, using her hair to try and cover her bashful expression.

Yunho all but started to choke on his own spit, causing Y/N to burst into panic and quickly rushed to get him a glass of cold water.

“Are you okay?!” she squeaked and handed him the glass, patting his back as he tried to get his breath back.

“M’fine,” he coughed and cleared his throat several times, hands shaking as he took a few sips of water, “I’m so, so fine,” he continued and gently pulled her down to his level, “I really like you too,” he finished with another clearing of his throat before pulling her towards him and gently kissing her.

Yunho’s large hands pulled her next to him on the sofa, where he then laid them on her waist and the back of her neck.

Y/N shivered as she tried to keep up with him, not experienced in these matters, but she practically beamed with pride when Yunho let out a small moan when her small fangs bit down on his bottom lip.

Her hands fixed either side of his neck, thumbs stroking the side of his face, an action that truly made Yunho feel treasured and it made his tail thump against the sofa; causing them both to start laughing into the kiss.

“Sorry, has a mind of it’s own,” Yunho grinned brightly when he noticed how out of breath she was.

“It’s cute,” she replied and brushed her fingers down it and took note of how Yunho sounded as if he was going to start choking again.

“Are we…” Yunho started as their lips met once again, “are we together now?” he groaned as Y/N’s arms threw themselves around his neck.

“I wouldn’t kiss anybody I wasn’t wanting a relationship with, silly pup,” she playfully bit his jaw, and it took everything in the dog hybrid to hold his hips from jerking upwards at the action.

“Good! Hopefully he’ll stop being a whining moron now!”

Y/N started to laugh again as Yunho let out a growl of annoyance and rested his head on the back of the sofa; the atmosphere changing in an instant.

“I’ll steal your feathers and sell them!”

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[AU] 4☆Town: BirdTown & Headcanons

The long awaited 4*Town AU is finally here! I honestly forgot I had this in my drafts. Although I’m not so active in the fanbase anymore, I do want to share this in case if I don’t return any time soon. But the designs of each member may still be in development. So enjoy!

Also, if I do return to the 4*Town fanbase and expand on this AU, I might add more headcanons to this post in the future.

About BirdTown is an AU where each 4Town member is a bird species linked with their spiritual and symbolic meaning based on personality. All members are able to shapeshift into their bird and they have their own outfits based off of them which will be posted later in the future. I’m still working on their designs!

The personality traits are part of my headcanons for all members but they are specifically linked with the bird itself.

NOTE: This AU is only made for fun just to get an idea of what bird each member would be related to. A good portion of the headcanons are a bit random but they are created to closely fit with the members.

Robaire - Indian Peacock

Personality: outgoing, confident, friendly, dramatic, expressive

Symbolism: royalty, confidence, strength, power, divinity, respect, honor, beauty

Headcanons

✰ Robaire is an absolute show-off; like the peacock, he’s the type to constantly put on a show by expressing himself with what he does. One thing Robaire and peacocks have in common is being able to attract others.

✰ His outfit and feathers match his signature color but still has similar colors to the Indian peacock.

✰ 100% a Charmer

✰ He’s somehow able to fly with his big ass tail and he loves carrying people bridal style when he does.

✰ Robaire is romantic and an absolute flirt. He can become a tease by brushing you with his own tail feathers or revealing his entire chest if you do manage to become his soulmate.

✰ He sometimes even bounces his pecs 😳

(it’s rare for him to do that publicly because his fans go absolutely apeshit when he does that)

✰ If you do tend to stare at Robaire (specifically his chest, abs, feathers, etc.) for too long, he would say things like “My eyes are up here mon amour.” or “See something you like?” This man likes to tease you moments before you snap out of it [if you get flustered, he finds it cute so don’t worry about apologizing].

✰ Robaire can be extra, but he means well. He doesn’t do this in an arrogant manner.

✰ He can sometimes be dramatic, sometimes in order to gain the band their attention; if any of the other members pluck at least one of his feathers, he will either act like he’s in pain or release a full out moan [Robaire mostly does this jokingly]

✰ But the chances of him moaning are low since he only does that when the feathers are pulled too hard.

[T would probably yank the feathers on purpose just to get him to moan 😭]

*in a whiny voice* “Broooo, be careful with the feathers!”

“Dude, I didn’t even pluck them that hard!”

✰ Robaire can be overprotective with his tail but he doesn’t mind if anyone wants one of his feathers as long as they don’t overdo it. He will tell them to be careful because he is sensitive.

✰ Speaking of his tail, he has a big one 👀

✰ The tail length is around 6’2” if you count his full body (I think he would be around 5’9”). Because Robaire is still a human, his tail is longer than the average length of a peacock.

✰ When touching his tail, it usually feels soft. This man takes care of himself 👍

✰ When Robaire opens his tail feathers, he will do a “mating call” (specifically just starts singing) to grab people’s attention, especially if he finds someone he likes or his future soulmate. If his target is uninterested or annoyed, he will eventually stop.

✰ Robaire can still somehow dance whether his tail is opened or not, but it becomes more challenging due to the extra weight.

Jesse - Mountain Bluebird

Personality: Intelligent, territorial, patient, gentle

Symbolism: Joy, fertility, loyalty, fulfillment, hope, prosperity, serenity

Headcanons

✰ Jesse is a gentle, but slightly overprotective soul. Bluebirds almost enjoy people’s company as long as they’re not a threat to their territory.

✰ His outfit is covered in different shades of blue, mixed with white and a little bit of cream.

✰ Usually, Jesse would wear light teal sapphire jewelry.

✰ His forearms would usually be covered in paint but they have small little patterns that resemble a mini version of his feathers.

✰ His kids absolutely LOVE playing with his wings. They sometimes even use them as blankets whenever Jesse lets them sleep in his room.

✰ Jesse would sometimes carve little drawings into trees. Besides being able to do pottery, he is an artist.

✰ Jesse’s feathers are definitely soft, especially after he takes a shower and dries himself.

✰ He’ll let you touch his wings but he might start blushing if you end up touching around his marginal covert feathers. He gets caught off-guard by it and he may be a bit ticklish in that region.

✰ The size of Jesse’s wings are large enough to cover up most of his whole body.

✰ His feathers can puff up when he’s in a flustered, alert, or embarrassed state.

✰ If you were to be his soulmate, he finds it adorable when you bury your face in his chest or his wings 😭💕 It makes him feel safe and it urges him to protect you at all costs.

✰ He would sometimes make gifts for you! (Decorated cups, mugs, some of his feathers, etc.)

✰ While he’s alone, he loves singing with other birds.

✰ He has the ability to mimic some bird species, usually by his whistling.

✰ Jesse can also be as extra as Robaire, but only to a degree. He can be neutral about what fits with his style and tries not to do too little or too much.

✰ He loves the rain! If he finds out you also love the rain, he’ll offer you to dance with him 👀 Jesse can dance without the rain but he has a thing for it (unless it’s heavy rain cuz he’ll get fussy)

✰ We all know Jesse smells like literal milk chocolate and wet rocks right? His scent is all over his body, including his feathers. It rarely leaves him.

✰ Speaking of rocks, he has a habit of skipping them in lakes while he’s either bored or watching the view.

Tae Young - White Dove

Personality: Friendly, loyal, empathetic, gentle

Symbolism: Love, peace, freedom, renewal, transformation, hope

Headcanons

✰ Tae Young’s a sweetheart, no exceptions… UNLESS you piss him off; he can spit out a handful. Doves are usually gentle and friendly as they represent a symbol of love, peace, renewal, and spirituality.

✰ This is a bit of an obvious pick since Tae fosters injured doves. But he definitely gets along with them and other birds. He also gets along with other animals 💕

✰ Tae’s whole outfit mainly consists of white and pastel shades of pink.

✰ Similar to Jesse and doves, Tae is also gentle for the most part.

✰ He is usually quiet but doesn’t mind a quick chat with a few people.

✰ As much as he is usually not the type to be aggressive, he can get irritated easily when people test him, including those who treat him like a child.

✰ Definitely an animal guy 🐾 He has the ability to charm other animals. He’s kind of like the Pied Piper of New York who was able to summon raccoons with a flute.

✰ His wings are mostly white but the feather tips are pink!

✰ Some of the feathers on his wings look so fluffy, they almost resemble fur rather than actual feathers.

✰ Tae has a thing for hanging out in trees. One time, he tried rescuing someone’s cat from a tree. It took a few tries but he eventually got in the hang of his own grip.

✰ If you tend to spot him in places like parks, do expect him to sometimes feed birds he comes across.

✰ Just like Jesse, he loves singing with birds alone. He may have a few of them sitting on his shoulders or his head.

✰ Bro somehow manages to be friends with the whole entire forest regardless of how much effort he does.

[He might secretly be Snow White 😳]

✰ Tae can get startled easily; when in this state, his feathers puff up similar to Jesse’s.

✰ He has a thing for lotus flowers! If he manages to give you one, TAKE IT.

✰ Literally the only reasons why he has doves on his head is because 1. His hair is so damn soft and 2. He would occasionally put seeds up there while feeding them.

✰ Similar to Jesse, Tae makes gifts for you! However, he would occasionally send little messages, especially if he’s willing to hang out with you.

Aaron T. - Scarlet Macaw

Personality: Playful, active, outgoing, energetic, affectionate

Symbolism: Power, visibility, good fortune, grace, ease, peace, trust

Headcanons

✰ Aaron T. is an absolute goofball and very extroverted. Scarlet macaws are known to be energetic and can get affectionate when being with loved ones.

✰ Bro’s outfit and wings are FILLED with bright colors. Very colorful and stylish ✨ he’s like a walking rainbow.

✰ It is uncommon for this man to be quiet for at least a day. If you see him being more than quiet than usual, then something is wrong. Unless, he is alone or just bored.

✰ T can be loud at times, but he can pipe down a bit after annoying the shit out of people, especially if he is annoying any of the other band members.

✰ Just like Robaire, he can be a show-off with those bright ass colors on his wings. They pop out a lot better during the day.

✰ He Doesn’t mind getting messy, but still takes care of himself.

✰ Speaking of messy, HE CAN PAINT. I can picture him doing paintings for and with his siblings.

✰ He loves taking people out on flights! Keep in mind, he can and will go fast. That’s his usual speed but T can go slower or faster when asked.

✰ T may go overboard at times while flying but he makes sure anyone he takes out is safe.

[This man is not up for lawsuits or jail time 😭]

✰ I can picture him flying with all of his siblings. Just like Jesse’s kids, they love playing with his wings! Except, they’re a lot more energetic. They would be constantly begging T to fly with him until he accepts it. But trust me, it is rare for him to say no.

✰ He can be a bit of an attention seeker; everyone can be minding their own business and then T would try something like balancing himself on a skateboard with only his hands or try out anything he finds on the internet. He does this publicly, but mostly with the band group because he already knows how his fans behave.

✰ Expect him to be a drama king like Mr. Robaire over here; a drink or something he’s enjoying spills on him or the ground, he’s devastated. He’ll be dead inside.

✰ He sometimes takes his siblings on flights! Not anything too extreme though.

✰ Like Tae, T has a thing for trees. Like he has no problem going up a tall tree and then proceeding to hang upside down or do several positions on the branches.

✰ T can be very impressionable when trolling the fuck out of people. He won’t be saying shit like the n word though because that’s an immediate death wish 💀

[His race isn’t specified but I think him being hispanic works best]

Aaron Z. - Victoria Crowned Pigeon

Personality: Shy, territorial, docile, intelligent

Symbolism: Prosperity, fertility, transformation, peace, faith

Headcanons

[This was a bit of a hard pick since there is not a lot of bird species I could find with the personality that matches him. So to any Aaron Z fans, sorry if you don’t like this bird or if you don’t think it fits him.]

✰ Aaron Z. can be a bit shy and territorial at times, but can still handle socializing with people. Victoria crowned pigeons are usually docile by nature and can be gregarious (sociable).

✰ He has a crown! Each side contains a set of crest feathers.

✰ Z’s outfit is covered in shades of dark blue to purple and hints of burgundy.

✰ His feathers are shiny, especially at night ✨

✰ When they’re soaked, they look even more beautiful. Luckily, the feathers aren’t shiny enough to blind you if he’s ever surrounded by light.

✰ Z would be the type to be annoyed sometimes when Robaire gets extra with his looks, even in situations where it is unnecessary.

✰ HE LETS YOU GIVE HIM HEADPATS 💕 btw, if you ever give him head pats or play with his dreadlocks, he’ll lose his shit (in a good way). Now that’s when you bring out the sweet side of him. He’s almost like a cat because don’t get me started on the kind of noises he makes 😭

✰ The tips of Z’s dreadlocks are dyed white and purple to match his feathers.

✰ I can see Z and Robaire combining their feathers and swapping their outfits. They’re both similar but Robaire shows a little more skin than Z.

✰ Similar to Robaire, Z is also a charmer.

✰ His voice; borderline, ANGELIC. I can see him doing a little serenade with you, kind of like that one scene from The Book Of Life

✰ He definitely takes care of his own feathers [All of the members do usually take care of their feathers]

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