#or two different species 😌

[marsafter-dark]

They are pocket sized for your convenience (ft. your own personal Pocket Knife~)

[muchosbesitos]

OK OK hear me out... But what about angel!Miguel x a demon or Succubus!reader (female)

LIKE Ok, I know Miguel is nothing like a angel but LIKE IMAGINE THE UNIFORM THIS GUY WOULD LOOK LIKE IN. ON ‼ (my guys would stretch it ALL OUT 🛐 LIKE 😩✊) and like reader is the cheeky Succubus who bother Miguel when he out on work

SO like let imagined reader/her is just going to see Miguel and tease him or just bother but Miguel seen different not action the usual same old grumpy Miguel no but a lot silence not even a grunt or sigh from him, he just there standing, panting hard look down at the broking bottle/serum (wing turn off 💀💀💀 IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN BUT you get the point)

NSFW

Miguel got hit by an unknown serum made from the angel lab (IDK KNOW! IM NOT CREATIVE ok 😭✊ gurl I'm sorry but think this is a modern demon/angle au?) That he was doing an test on himself as a experiment to do what ?? IDK 💀 to Boost his speed to fly.but instead he got the wrong serum an highly effective aphrodisiac that angel use (let just say some other angel in the lab decided to 'up it up it notch'😝) and that the last thing you see is Miguel put in a chock hold position (of course because of his speed 😘)

Any kink will be fine honestly especially breeding kink😌 Ik definitely this would fit Miguel in this situation. smut /fulff

Also I hope you have fun with this idea and have a great day 😝💅

devil’s advocate

pairing: angel miguel x demon fem reader

warnings: use of an aphrodisiac, choking, doggy, slapping, breeding kink, face fucking, overall smut 😵‍💫

author’s note: oh, you definitely ate with this one 🤭 i hope you don’t mind i switched up the serum and i hope you enjoy :)

word count: 4k

Miguel had been assigned to protect planet earth along with a couple of other angels, maintaining it safe with minimal intervention. He didn't hate the job, completely, but he found it extremely annoying the way that humans interacted with one another, focused on themselves rather than the bigger picture. Miguel was itching to go home with the other angels, but he was restricted since he'd gotten his wings cut in a battle. Now, he'd been forced to live a life of simplicity, working as geneticist at Alchemax and passing by the days until he found an antidote. He actually found the job as a geneticist to be fulfilling, the regenerative features of some of the creatures that he studied completely amazing him. However, there was you constantly plaguing his mind.

Not only were you the species he had set out to destroy, you found a way to annoy him as much as possible at work. You found your way to bombard him with as many stupid questions as your pea sized brain could configure and tease him by messing up with his flasks, putting the wrong labels on them and that sort of thing. You even found a way to annoy him when he was outside of work, bothering him when he was out on patrol to prevent any wars from starting out. "Think about how fun it would be! They're practically begging to just explode each other!" Your voice rang through his ears every time he stepped in.

Despite all this, he knew that the only person that would be able to help him with his wing problem would be you. He hated himself for even considering the idea, taking a demon's help, but he was starting to grow more and more agitated away from home. He took about two weeks to push away his pride, reassuring himself that this would be fine, and he wouldn't be asking you to help him if it wasn't necessary. He arrived at your apartment, his eyes practically gauging out of his head when he saw you in your natural form. He'd seen a couple demons before, sure, but none of them were as attractive as you. The need to sin was overtaking his body the more he looked at you, and he eventually snapped out of it, reminding himself of why he was here.

"Sure, I'll help you. Under one condition," you replied, your voice sultry as you sat down on the couch. You crossed your long legs together, your natural form making you taller, as you looked over to see a storm brewing in Miguel’s eyes. You could almost hear his inner turmoil, the conflict he had, and the thought made you let out a small giggle. "What's the condition?" He asked, tentatively, like he didn't want to give you the impression of decisiveness. You knew he was desperate to go home, that he would be willing to do anything, so you decided to milk the opportunity for everything it was worth. "I want to see your true form. no disguises, no nothing."

In theory, the request sounded simple enough, but Miguel hadn't exposed his true form after the accident, the stubby wings on his back making him insecure. "Can’t you ask for something else? Like immortality or something?" He tried to distract you by opening up the avenue to something else. "Immortality, I've got. I want to see you completely exposed in front of me," you remarked, suddenly becoming very interested in why he was so hesitant. You knew angels were proud creatures, always taking the chance to flaunt how perfect they were, so it was bit shocking to see Miguel wanting to do anything but that.

Once Miguel saw that you were unrelenting with your request after offering you everything he thought of, he agreed. He was desperate enough to get your help that he was willing to reopen some scars in the process. You blinked and Miguel was standing there in front of you, dressed in all white. You were expecting his wings to fan out at any minute, but he remained standing there, almost like he was ashamed. You stood up, examining Miguel when you came across the white stubs on his back. You gently ran your fingertips through them, seeing miguel wince slightly at the contact. He wasn't in pain, but having you touch them and analyze him just set it in his brain that he lost one of his best features, the reminder that he couldn't go home.

"You look very pretty like that. You should transform more often," you spoke up after a couple seconds of silence, watching Miguel’s eyes flicker to you. "Mhm, because everybody wants to see an angel with chopped up wings," he muttered, changing back to his disguised form. "Your wings don't define you as a person, well angel, but I’ll help you since you did your plan of the deal," you replied as you stood up from the couch, looking up at Miguel. "I'll see you tomorrow at Alchemax then. After hours."

Your work day started off pretty boring, overhearing some of your coworkers divulge in some drama you wouldn't remember by tomorrow and eating stale cafeteria chips. You went into your workspace, researching what chemicals you could use for an aphrodisiac you were working on. You didn't need any drugs to help you seduce your victims, but you liked to play with your prey every so often, testing their limits. The way that they whimpered and begged for some sort of release, overwhelmed by the amount of need that they had to the point it was painful, filled you up with an unimaginable pleasure.

After a while of boring research, you decided to go and see what Miguel was up to, maybe bother him for a bit. You walked into his lab space, seeing him hunched over a microscope as he examined a spider's DNA. "Hi, Miguelito!" You exclaimed, your face practically beaming as you walked over to him. He let out a small grunt of acknowledgment as he continued on with his work, not bothering to spare you a glance. You decided to linger around, watching as he worked and made slick commentary about the way he chose to deal with his experiments. Miguel let out a small groan, growing annoyed at the way you had something to say about almost everything he did.

You were in the middle of one of your comments when you felt Miguel’s hand on your throat, applying light pressure as he pinned you against the wall. "Look, I'm really trying not to let you get to me today because i really need your help for this but I won't tolerate this stupid bullshit in my lab. If you don't have something useful to contribute, get the fuck out," he spat out, the pressure on your neck increasing. You'd managed to make him snap and it felt fulfilling watching him tower over you as he pinned you against the wall, brown eyes boring into you as he spoke. You'd never seen Miguel this agitated, he usually only grunted in response to your teasing or told you to fuck off, but something in your brain was wondering just how agitated you could get him.

"No need to get your panties all in a twist," you replied, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips as he let go of your throat. You saw Miguel pinch the bridge of his nose, the wrinkles in forehead becoming more prominent as he furrowed his brows in anger. "Jeez okay, I'll be here later then since you're no fun now," you spoke up, fixing up your creased lab coat and your appearance before walking out his lab. You decided to get back on working on the aphrodisiac from earlier, stopping by the storage supply closet to get some chemicals you needed. You weren't one to do a lot of genetic work here, it was mostly something you used as a front to distract others from what you truly were.

As you mixed up the ingredients for the aphrodisiac, you got the idea to mess with Miguel’s experiment. You knew that he was desperately hoping that it would work, that it would be his remedy to go back home, but a selfish part of you couldn't help but want to tease him a bit. You finished up with mixing it up, putting it a small tube and tossing it in your lab coat. You saw some of the interns that were assigned to be in your lab walk in, and you quickly put away the chemicals, getting the materials that they needed for their research projects. You were talented at your job despite what others may say, but a small part of you basked in seeing chaos and distraction, so you constantly misplaced items and mislabeled them just to see what's the worst that can happen.

You finished up with your shift at around five and you decided to stop by a taco truck before you went back to the lab. You ordered yourself two steak tacos and a large horchata, sitting at one the tables as you ate. You looked around, surprised to see Miguel had left his work attire and had a Chivas shirt with jeans on. You'd never seen him look so relaxed, and he was definitely a sight to behold. The soccer jersey fit around him perfectly as he pulled his wallet out his pocket, paying the man at the truck. You'd never seen Miguel put that much interest in any earthly activities or anything that didn't involve looking under a microscope, but seeing him yelling at the tv screen like an angry dad while he ate his tacos made you feel a strange urge to help him after your little stunt.

You walked into the lab late at night, since Alchemax wasn't exactly lenient on using lab supplies if it didn't hold any benefit to the company. You headed into Miguel’s office, seeing him hunched over the microscope once more. The man you saw at the taco truck was long gone and you were back to working with the grumpy man. "You're late," he grumbled, not bothering with any formalities as you closed the door behind you. "Or maybe you're just early," you replied with a small shrug, putting on your lab coat. You saw where he was at in the process and he explained to you his theory on restoration, how he was planning to use some of the spider DNA he'd been researching to see if it would help with his wings. You looked up at him as he spoke about his work, explaining the process with such passion that you couldn't help but get lost in his eyes.

A snap of his fingers brought you back to reality and you blinked, nodding along to whatever he'd been saying for the past couple minutes. He let out a small grunt, muttering something about how he wouldn't tolerate distractions, before handing you some of the resources he needed for a part of the antidote. Even though he didn't talk much apart from a grunt or an order here and there, he was a stark difference from the grumpy man you got to see this morning. You saw something different in his eyes, a glimpse of hope that you would provide him with the answers he needed.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom, I'll be right back," Miguel spoke up after a couple minutes, walking out of the lab. You took the aphrodisiac from your pocket, fiddling with it in your fingers as you started to question if it was worth using it now. You placed it down on the table, next to some of the other mixtures he had, before you went back to the work you were supposed to be doing. Miguel came back from the bathroom a couple minutes later, placing all the mixtures in a big flask as he watched every reaction the mix made, looking for any adverse effects.

Miguel turned to you, with a flask at hand as he was getting ready to fix in your aphrodisiac with the rest. "I wanted to thank you for the work, you didn't do it for much reward out of it," he spoke up, surprising you with how tenderly he was looking at you. He poured the aphrodisiac in to the mix, the liquids reacting almost instantly as a pink smoke cloud formed, the scent of roses filling up the room. Miguel coughed a bit  as he tried his best to not inhale the gas, his eyes flickering towards you.

"You knew how much this meant to me! And you still had to go and fuck it up with your stupid bullshit! And to think that I thanked you for this shit!" He yelled out, pinning you against the wall with his hand closing around your throat. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle as Miguel’s forehead got coated in sweat, the effects of the chemicals starting to work. "Tell me you have an antidote for this stupid drug," he growled, keeping his hand enclosed around your throat as he waited for any reaction. "No, I don't," you managed to speak, rubbing your throat as he let go. He went to sit down at one of the desks, spreading his legs as a tent formed in between his legs.

You couldn't deny that you found Miguel’s resistance to the drug incredibly hot, how much he was willing to fight against it only to end up submitting to you. You felt slick collecting in between your legs and you instinctively closed them, trying to give yourself some friction to alleviate the desire you felt. You had developed a sort of immunity to these aphrodisiacs but this one had your thighs wet with your slick and your nipples pebbling up against your shirt. After a while of rubbing your thighs together, stifling some moans, you heard Miguel whisper a quiet "fuck" before you were taken out of your seat.

He had your head locked against his bicep, looking down at you sternly. The sight was truly just enough to make you salivate, but you'd never admit that to him. "I'm gonna fuck you. Not because I like you or anything. Frankly, it's because I hate you. You're nothing but a cocksleeve for me to use and breed, understood?" He spat out, his arm squishing against your head. It was just enough to keep you delirious but not enough to actually cause you any harm. You couldn't help but squeeze your thighs in response, the dominance from Miguel turning you on. You nodded your head like a bobblehead, excited to feel something inside of you and to alleviate the ache between your legs.

That excitement quickly died down after Miguel had taken off your pants and ripped a hole in your panties and was now undoing his own pants. His red cock was wet with precum, standing up proudly. He truly was beautiful everywhere. As he took off his clothes, you got a glimpse of just how toned his body was, every ab and muscle seeming like it was carved from the gods just for him. Even his cock was pretty, he'd trimmed down the pubic hair and he had a strip of hair from his belly button down to his pelvic area. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when he pressed you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed his cock deep inside of you.

He fucked like he hated you, and you couldn't get enough of it. He gripped your face with his hand, slapping your cheek as he groaned. "You couldn't just help, huh? You just had to go and mess everything up like you always do," he muttered, his hips snapping against yours with every movement. You felt your legs trembling with every thrust he made, punishing you with his cock. His heavy balls slapped against the bottom of your thighs and his hands snaked down to hold you by your waist as he thrusted deep inside of you. His grip was bruising as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, his eyes focused on the way your mouth parted into an 'o' shape. "Feel how deep I am? I'm gonna make you a mommy, let everyone know how much of a whore you are. Getting bred by an angel," he moaned out, his hand touching the bulge in your lower tummy.

"You don't get to cum until I say you do, understood? You're nothing but a damn fucktoy for me to use," he spat out when he felt you clenching around his cock, slapping your cheek. You nodded mindlessly, moaning out his name as he thrusted deep inside of you. He carried you in his arms as he moved from the wall to the lab desk, pushing some of the papers to the side as he placed you on all fours. You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he collected the slick between your folds, your juices mixing with his precum. He pushed deep inside with one thrust, knocking all the air out of your lungs as he pulled out quickly before filling you up once more. You'd never felt so full before and you couldn't have imagined that the grumpy, nerdy man would be the one fucking you so well.

His hips snapped against yours, keeping a steady rhythm as his hands gripped your ass cheeks tightly. He let out soft moans of your name, not letting you hear the full extent of just how much you affected him. He moved one of his hands to your puckered hole, slowly circling around it before pushing his thumb outside. Your pussy clenched tightly around him and he let out a moan, pushing deeper inside of you. "Who would've guessed you liked it in the ass too?" He remarked, with a condescending tone in his voice. He let out a small groan when he felt both your holes clench around him tightly, your pussy almost milking him for everything he had. He pulled his finger out of your ass, watching as your hole clenched around nothing with fascination before his hands went back to gripping your ass cheeks.

He slapped your ass, wanting to punish you even further for what'd you done. He felt your pussy clench around him once more, your moans echoing through the empty lab room and realized this wasn't much of a punishment to you at all. "Fucking whore. Can't even punish you because you'll end up enjoying it," he spoke with a small chuckle, slapping your ass once more. He felt your hips moving against his and decided to speed up, the tip of his cock practically bruising your cervix from how deep and how fast he was taking you. He felt his cock twitch and continued with the steady pace he was going with, only getting sloppier as he got to the brink of his orgasm. "P-Please let me cum!" Your pleas rang through his head as his hand snaked its way to your clit, rubbing precise circles. He groaned when he felt your pussy clench around his cock, coating it with your slick and juices and quickly came inside of you. He pushed the cum deep inside of you, letting out small huffs as he came down.

He pulled out of you, seeing that he was still hard and needy from the aphrodisiac. He grabbed your head, leveling it to his cock as he slapped your cheek. "Open," he instructed, watching as you complied with his orders. He pushed his cock inside of your mouth, using your mouth as his personal fleshlight. "Oh fuck," he moaned out, the way your mouth wrapped around him felt like pure sin. He pushed his cock deep in your throat, watching as you gagged around him and struggled to take his size. He felt a sense of pride watching the tears roll down from your cheeks as he fucked your face, his balls slapping against your chin as he did so. He let out a small moan when he felt your cheeks hollow to take more of him in, your hands tugging and massaging at his balls. He slapped your cheek when he saw that your eyes shut, pulling your attention back to his face. "Eyes on me while I fuck you, hm?"

He came with a loud moan, gripping the counter of the lab table as his cum spurted in your mouth. He handed you a napkin to spit it out in but was surprised to see that you swallowed it with no reservations. He decided to wet the napkin, starting to clean you up in between your legs, your slick and cum pooling out. Despite how hard he'd fucked you, he was gentle with his movements, applying light pressure so he wouldn't overstimulate you. He threw away the napkin and got dressed, turning over to look at you as he was buttoning up his shirt. "I didn't go too far, did I? Are you hurt?" he asked, his expression full of concern as he saw your reddening cheek. This man. He'd just given you the best sex of your life and he still found a way to worm his way into your heart with his concern. "I’m fine, thank you for asking," you replied, getting off the lab table and got dressed.

You watched as Miguel poured himself a cup of coffee, getting out his research papers up from the floor and placing them next to him. "Are you staying?" You asked, finishing up getting dressed as you walked over to him. "Well yeah, someone ruined my only way back home so I'm gonna see if I can re-do it," he responded, taking a sip from his coffee as he went over to the supply closet to get some new materials. You felt something strange lingering in your conscious, something similar to guilt as you watched Miguel collect the stuff. "I'll stay to help, I promise I won't try anything this time."

Miguel looked at you, warily, but eventually relented when he saw the look on your face. He assured himself that it would work this time, that he wouldn't step to the bathroom this time. He watched as you worked, completely in awe as you worked on the titration of the chemicals. He handed you a cup of coffee, a lazy smile ghosting his face. "It tastes like ass, but it'll keep you up," he said with a small shrug, watching the grimace on your face as you took a sip. "Of course you would know what ass would taste like," you remarked, setting down the cup of coffee as you went back to work.

The two of you continued to work late throughout the night but you'd managed to get the serum done before the sun came up. "Thank you. For helping me getting it right this time," he said, looking down at you as he kissed your forehead. "This really means a lot to you, huh?" You remarked, taking note of how much he was willing to put on the line just to get a chance to go back home. He shrugged and injected the serum with a needle, gripping the counter as his body started to react to the changes. He should've tested it out on an animal first, but his desperation didn't allow him the chance to.

He transformed to his natural form, his wings unfurling and spanning out to fill out the lab. The look on his face was one of pure joy, joy at the fact that he would be able to see his home and his friends again. He took your face and kissed you deeply, a sharp difference from the man who'd treated you like a fleshlight earlier. He was glowing in an entirely different way when he pulled away, his eyes shining in a way that you'd never seen before. "I'll see you around."

[honoviadakai]

How team Urameshi takes care of a sick person! 🤒

(I’ve been pulling my brains out all day and running a high fever. Instead of you know…seeking medical help outside of a corner store pharmacy…imma let my creative juices flow!)

Cw: mentions of vomiting, flu symptoms, lack of common sense(it’ll make sense when you reach it)

Yusuke:

First off

Why was this the first guy you went to for medical care???

Like he’s not the worst but…

There are better options!

Also, depending on who you are, he might make it worse by accident

Ok so if your a friend, like one of the guys or just someone he’s chill with, just go find an actual doctor

He’s gonna do the bare minimum

But not entirely because he’s lazy

It’s mostly cuz…how the fuck is he supposed to help Jin’s fever when there’s a mini hurricane happening in the room???

Like he can barely take care of a human

How’s he supposed to take care of his demon friends when they’re all different species!?

The best thing he’s gonna do is refer them to Genkai or Kurama

That being said, he does makes an amazing chicken noodle soup!

Everyone gets one big bowl of the stuff when he finds out someone’s sick

Seriously that shit should be labeled as a miracle cure or something

Now if you’re family/a s/o there is a drastic difference

He’s gonna be attentive

But he’s still not gonna know what to do beyond getting antibiotics and soup

So he’s gonna get Kurama, Genkai AND a doctor at the same time

He has faith his friends won’t die from a cold

His family and lover though???

Yeeeeah

He’s gonna internally panic and do what he can to help you recover

It’s a funny dichotomy tbh xD

Kuwabara:

It does not matter who you are to him

You could be a friend, a lover, a family member, a classmate, a coworker, a complete fucking stranger even! Mans ain’t leaving you hanging. Period.

He’s getting all the medicine he can from the pharmacy

He’s making you nice warm soup

If you need to go to the doctor, he’s making the appointment, taking you to the appointment and even attending the appointment with you!

The ONLY difference in who gets what from him is his lover & occasionally his sister get sleepy sick cuddles

His lover is also getting forehead kisses if they ask for it

Yeah, there’s a possibility that he’s gonna get sick later

But he doesn’t care!

You need his help! Repercussions be damned! 😤

Kurama:

This has the funniest dichotomy between friends and lovers 😂

If you’re a friend, he gonna do one of two things

If its just a mild cold, he’ll prescribe some herbal tea he made

You’ll be 100% by tomorrow 👍

If it’s bad like a high fever, he’ll come to your house and be the best doctor you’ve ever had

Like he’s literally a home doctor without the paycheck

Pure professionalism

He comes in, assesses the issues and quickly does everything he can to cure the illness as fast as possible

You’ll be 100% by tomorrow 👍

Now let’s say your family or a lover

He’s at your beck and call 📞 🔔

You want tea? It’s already steeping

You want back rubs? He’s got a rose scented lotion to help ease your aching muscles

You want sleepy cuddles while the meds kick in? Scoot over, he’s cuddling you for the rest of the evening!

He’s low key spoiling you

To be fair…you feel icky, you deserve it!

So just let it happen

You’ll be 100% by tomorrow 👍

…but juuuuust in case…stay in bed till you’re 1000% better 😌

Hiei:

…

Was no one else available???

Is the doctor’s office closed or something???

What chain of events led you to go to Hiei of all people for medical help???????

Like even if you’re his lover…why did you come to him for help on curing the flu????

He doesn’t know what that is!!

Like…if I had to summarize what he’s like when you’re sick….

It’s this

This is the closest to “helpful” he’s gonna be

Especially if you’re his friend/ally

He’s just…not gonna do much…

He’ll maybe go grab Kurama…maybe…

He might just honestly tell him in passing you’re sick and that’s it…

If you’re family or a lover, he’s at least more nice to you

Like he’s actually gonna check up on you

He doesn’t know the first thing about tending to the ill so he’s definitely gonna grab Kurama and basically demand he heals you

He’s not gonna let you out of his sight till he knows you’re 1000% better

He might not be in the same room as you the whole time though

Honestly he might be watching you from a tree a good 5 miles from your house…but he’s still making sure you’re ok

He honestly feels useless so him essentially protecting you is his way of feeling like he’s actually being helpful

Not sure what he’s protecting you from exactly when the virus is already in your body but just let him have it, it’s how he shows he cares

[agent-barnes40]

It's me again 🤡✌️ Can I get aemond, aegon and daemon with an s/o who loves their dragons more than them? 😌

Rheanyra is being added because she is a milf. We do need to thank Akela for helping me remember the dragon's names and their genders. THANK YOU KAMA!

Rheanyra knows that people without dragon blood should be scared of the beasts, but with you. It’s different.

It's like you prefer her dragon then your own species. Why aren't you interacting with her?

"Kepus, pōnta should sagon obsessed rūsīr issa, daor syrax!" Rheanyra goes to her uncle to complain about it. Like obviously someone should be obsessed with the realms delight!

Syrax loves the attention and does feel her rider's anger towards the human she also has become attached to.

Aegon doesnt bring just anyone to meet Sunfyre. The prince has Sunfyre brought out of the Dragon Pit, and he's overjoyed when Sunfyre warms up to you.

Imagine when he finds out that the time he has set out for the two of you isn't important to you, as you are curled up with the dragon, reading to the dragon stories about Aegon The Conqueror.

Aegon takes his anger out via drinking more, he doesn't go to anyone. He just stays in bed, and drinks.

He brings you to meet Vhagar, and doesn't expect one of the oldest dragons in the world to basically roll over when you come bounding up to her and rubs at her side. "I may have snuck in a few times to meet her. I didn't want her killing me when you brought me to meet her."

Bro thinks its just you wanting to be on his good side until your missing dinners with him, or skipping your lessons on High Valyrian just to be with Vhagar.

He just joins you and brings food with him or the books to help you learn.

Daemon doesnt really care that your attached to Caraxes. Hes the only one who doesn't feel intimidated by his dragon

[doctorqueue]

I don’t wanna spend too much time on this 2day but I absolutely want to try and make a full post about this theory at a later time. So if I come off weird it’s cuz I’m tired hsbcrvg, I’m gonna forget if I don’t write it out now tho.

I’m also not at all an expert, just autistic 😎. To quote Raph, “I’m not a scientist but this is absolutely your guilt glands, excreting guiltzimes into your guiltis system☝️😌.”

But basically I, as I’ve said before, am now incredulously familiar with the different Rise turtle species’ anatomy. And over the last month or two I’m becoming increasingly sure of the theory that they aren’t just blood related through Lou Jitsu, but have a little of each others turtle DNA too.

⭐️The biggest undeniable signifier of this is Donnie’s plastron and bridge. It’s of course important that there’s a lot that doesn’t have to be accurate in a stylised completely fictional show like Rise, and especially with mutants.

But man it’s a pretty big plot hole to have this character who’s design and character (as well as story at times) be known as having a softshell because of his species, but give him these key/obvious turtle attributes that said species definitely doesn’t have, he certainly didn’t get a hard and external plastron + bridge from his human side. /nm /gen

Turtles have tons of bones inside their bodies like most animals do, but the shell, bridge and plastron bones are more external, and covered scutes. The skin connects around the two gaps in the front and back.

Softshells still have a hard plate with their spinal cord and [shorter] ribs, but it’s under a leathery “shell” of skin, and they don’t have a solid bridge connection like other turtles. Their bones are absolutely wack bro /pos. Their plastron and the closest thing they have to a bridge are still equivalent to our front ribs, but even more so in that they’re still behind skin [but I don’t think muscle?], and that skin more or less is around their entire body [kind of].

[it’s worth mentioning that in other species they do have lots of nerves and stuff in their shells, they ARE still sensitive, though most likely less. Not too relevant to this but I feel like people have the assumption that their shells are super numb or they can’t feel stuff touching them. They love those shell brushes yo!]

Then there may be extra little details that COULD support this theory as well.

-Donnie being seen going inside his shell twice, once in the lair games and then once in the purple jacket (in the basket of Aprils bike). I’ve always preferred to retcon these, as Softshells cannot go inside their shells at all. But with a harder plastron and bridge ‘outside’ of his skin that connects to where his shell sticks out, it isn’t as impossible as a normal softshell, and of course Mikey and Leo absolutely can and have completely gone in their shells. [tba examples?]

Also snapping turts can’t go inside theirs either, though considering how massive Raph’s limbs are he probably can’t even with Mike and Lee’s DNA influence, not that it’s realistic for any of the ninja turtles to be able to go in their shells LOL.

-Donnie looking like he has small spines/spikes across his spine, even though Spiny softshells don’t have any there, but rather at the top lip of their softshell. Some do on occasion have their spine make bumps visible on their ‘shell’.

Rise, like many 2D handrawn animated things, has quite a few design inconsistencies, but you can usually surmise the most common version of something once you collect enough references. Though ngl I’ve seen a lot of both spiny looking bumps and just wobbly bumps, some with no bumps. But my point is this could be a minor feature from Raph’s Alligator Snapper DNA, unlikely but worth mentioning, plus super cute. [tba example images]

-Raph’s fear stink? I need to do more research on this, but I know that Softshells are actually known to release an odor to scare off others, if I’m remembering correctly. [tba info?]

-Mikey’s shell patterns, when studying Red-eared slider shells, I was so stoked to see the inspiration of Leo’s shell markings, and it looked like Mikey’s also matched his species. That is, until I realised Mike matched with COMMON/EASTERN box turtle shells. Ornate box turtles almost always have these radiating stripes. I’ve personally made my own kind of in between for how I draw him, but it made me realise how maybe it was influenced by Leo’s slider DNA? [tba example images]

-The same Plastron + Bridge argument as Donnie but with Raph. Alligator Snappers def have em, but they cover waaaay less than most turtles do, their bridges are very narrow and their plastron don’t even stick out, or are that thick, it’s pretty interesting. [tba example images]

TURTLE EXPERTS PLEASE CORRECT ME WHERE I’M WRONG AND/OR OFF /POS

I want to add credits for the sources/photos, and more images to this post as I have tooons of reference images, but I’ll just stick to the simple plastron one cuz it’s past midnight and am eepy

[asingleietsist]

I get some people raise an eyebrow on how you write Bowser in this au but can I just say hes gotta be one of my favorite Bowsers out there!! ❤

Like no shade to other Bowsers but he's such an interesting and complex character to me I want to learn more about him in this au!

Like it's strange & interesting to me how he can neglect to raise his own imperfect creations yet be willing to take in other imperfect & abandoned koopalings, It makes me wonder about whether it was him being naive to parenthood in his younger years as well as seeing his own imperfections in them.

I actually like him doing poorly at being a parent the first time around but doing great with most of the next set of kids since these things do happen in life and it makes me want to know more about his relationships with not only his kids but their relationships with each other and how it effects everyone, like I'm curious about Bowser's mindset and what he regrets in his life and if he ever considers trying to mend broken family relationships with his older kids, I'm also very curious about how Luigi handles this info and if he calls him out on some things later on when he kinda has the right to do so as a queen and step parent

Im a huge fan but also super shy so sorry for this being anon but your story leaves me with questions and cravings for more it's so good and not just black & white keep up the great work!❤

After reading all of this, thank you 💚

I don't dislike other Bowser interpretations (heck I envy how simple or even more complex others make his character). However thank you!

I've also shared a few times that just because I've written a morally grey or black character, doesn't mean they're terrible overall or stay that way. It gets frustrating having to explain this over and over again especially when the version in my au gets compared to someone's personal version of him or another au. I have nothing against either.

Anygays, what a rant- moving on 😭

I'll reveal more on the Koopa Kids in the next post and I'm excited to share more of their personalities. 🎉 Surprise 🎉 they were the ones the new animatic is going to be about. It'll flesh out their lives a bit more.

As for Luigi's response, there's a comic planned for the confrontation so I won't spoil much outside of that. Just know it gets pretty messy.

Also for anyone doing the math, yes, Bowser wanted an heir at the age of 16, he was royalty AND the only other large koopa species. Kamek is a nice father figure, but he wanted company he could tend to. He was also naive in thinking about how fatherhood worked and Kamek spoiled him, so no wasn't really an answer he would take.

I genuinely found canon Bowser's treatment of different types of the younger koopalings over the years interesting. He praises Junior a lot and most of the others are an after thought (just like how Nintendo treats them...)

I know 10 is a lot of children for him (I've been told this before), but he's 34 almost 35 in my au. He has most definitely will and has fucked up whether it be with his children or his relationships with others.

It's good to know that there are people invested in the au though and don't worry about being anon 😌 I appreciate the support n luv ♥️

Here are these two goofs eating spaghetti. 🧡

[fatuismooches]

OKAY I MAY HAVE BEEN BOMBARDING YOUR ASKS BUT.

idk for pantalone, maybe a cat known for lavishness? those really expensive cats? or maybe a dragon because you know those dragons who keeps treasures!!

OKAY NOW. reader in general? maybe a some sort of bird? or maybe just the 'being' of human because you know how crows are known to befriend humans (while they're kinda aggro against other species). maybe a sheep or a dog? for following zandik for so long.

but fragile reader? Butterfly. IM SORRY, BUT FRAGILE READER IS A BUTTERFLY. You're just a beautiful, gorgeous, epitome of what everything should be! Wonderful, kind—pretty patterns signifies your personality... But oh so fleeting. It's hard to catch you, to keep you, especially when you're dying. You're like a beautiful experience, a pretty butterfly gracing dottore a moment of serenity, landing onto his outstretched finger... But you don't stay for long, because the wind will carry you away, wings fluttering... And it hurts, because butterflies don't really live that long :3333 TEEHEE BYEEEE

OH MY GOSHHDWJQDBWDDD KAI YOUR BRAIN IM DISSOLVING THESE IDEAS ARE SO FREAKING GOOD.... Ouhhh I can definitely see Pantalone as a lavish and pristine black cat 😭 His fur is immaculate and shiny yet so fluffy and smooth... lmao I know Meowlone is very particular about his diet. AND DRAGONLONE. Another one of my anons said that too and I just. wow that makes a lot of sense. You're definitely his favorite treasure <3

MHM YES i was initially planning on making reader another kind of bird specifically a sparrow (another one of my followers recommended that too) because apparently ravens do eat sparrows... yes but hear me out first, I'm going to use this drastic difference to show how unique you two's relationship is and how despite against all odds, you two are equals and all if you get what I mean 😌 OKAY BUT I love the idea of reader representing the 'being' of humanity omfg DWBDWQDB you feel so special that out of everyone creatures and humans like he chose you. And a sheep and dog too... oh gosh all these ideas are sending me into creative doom it's too hard to choose 😭

OH MY GOD FRAGILE READER BEING A BUTTERFLY IS PERFECT. I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. Beautiful but fleeting... ah I love that. Kind, lovely, sweet, and gentle... but none of it is everlasting. ouch. Your lifespan is a mere drop in Dottore's eternity... a passing experience that he experiences for just a moment before you're gone once more. Oh my God. THE BRAINROT UGHHHH!! Mhm,, i think i'm going to portray reader with two different animals pre and post illness because your idea is far too good not to write omfg... KAI I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND IF I USE YOUR IDEA. I'll be sure to credit and tag you when the fic is done!! 😌

[beneathashadytree]

Hi Maya I hope your doing well ☺️ Please may I request a oneshot of a voicemail Jotaro would send his s/o while in Morioh ( overall fluff). Thank you & I love your writing 😌🤍

TO FLORIDA, WITH LOVE - JOTARO KUJO X READER

Warnings : This is set right before facing off Kira, similar to canon Jotaro hasn’t told his spouse about the dangerous stuff going on in Morioh, Jolyne is around 7 here, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : pure domestic fluff <3

Word count : 0.4K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for requesting! You’re very sweet 💗 I’m doing well now (though pretty sunburnt🫠), and I feel pretty happy to get back to writing. This is now officially one of my favorite requests. I’m a sucker for soft tsun Jotaro honestly. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did! 🥰

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp.

Masterlist

“Hey. Uh, it’s probably late on your end, so I’m leaving this here.

I woke up early today, got some work in. My thesis is nearly complete now, but I think I need a couple of more days. The genus of the starfish here in Morioh is surprisingly more diverse than back home, so there were more species to research here than were in Florida. Give me four days. I have… things to clear up around here, too.

Old man’s getting along decently well with Josuke. Still rubs me the wrong way, but the entire situation’s pretty fucked up. [derisive chuckle] He’s a good kid, though, so hopefully Joseph won’t mess things up with him. He deserves better than that.

One of his friends’ a famous mangaka. Think Jolyne’s gonna like his work? She’s taken an interest in horror recently, hasn’t she? Try subtly bringing it up with her. Let me know if she’d like a signed volume from him.

Is she doing okay at school? Heard she had a science test this week. How’d she do? If she’s struggling, tell her Dad can help her out. She’s just as stubborn as you are, and probably won’t admit that she’s having trouble. If she gives you an attitude, let me know. Can’t have the bratty genes inherited this soon.

[throat clearing] [brief silence]

And… how are you? You probably found some of your favorite foods in the fridge after I left. Made those. Were they any good? Was my first time so… might’ve failed here and there. [lighthearted] Feedback’s appreciated, but keep the complaints to a minimum.

How’s work been? If your boss is being too much of a bitch, we can always find you another job. You’re already overqualified. Anyone would be lucky to have you.

[more awkward silence] [rustling sounds]

It feels weird. Haven’t slept alone since… since 1990, I think it was. [breathes out laugh] Think you’ve been stuck with me since then. There’s that one time when we fought a couple of years ago, and you told me to sleep on the couch. Didn’t tell you back then, but Jolyne snuck out of bed that night to keep me company.

What I’m trying to say is… ‘m missing you. ‘Course, I miss Jolyne too, but this is different. Good grief. [sigh] What have you done to me? I can’t stop thinking of you, even after all this time.

[throat clearing]

Anyways, I’ve got shit to do now. It’s almost noon here. [pause] If I… when I get back, let’s go out on a date on Friday night. Just the two of us. Alright?

[mumbling]

Take care. Love you.”

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[percepeony]

Been giving few of my ocs some attention

Also because I chose this oc of mine in my drawing class as a character design ref sheet and facial expression assignment last week

Introducing one of the fucked up ocs I have 😌

Most of my ocs are fucked up anyway lmaoo

Name: Eike (he doesn’t have a last name because he doesn’t want to)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Half human, half parasite

Nationality: Half German, half Filipino

Likes: Chaos and danger

Dislikes: Time/watches/clocks and people

Rival: Fumihiko Morikawa (his former boss, unwillingly)

Skills: Intelligence

Ability: Parasite & immortality

Weakness: Blood types A and AB

Occupation: Detective

Alignment: Chaotic neutral (tho he tends to switch sides whenever he feels like it)

MORE INFOS‼️

Eike is a two people in one body type of character (I don’t know how to call it lol)

Emir - the black haired

Elijah - the pink haired

The stitches that mended his splitted face is only down on his neck with an ‘X’ mark in which is slightly covered with his grey sweater

He’s a pretty complex character because at first you would’ve guessed he’s just a serial killer like any other villain characters but the second you’d catch on, he’ll act like an innocent prick

Overall, he likes causing chaos between two opposing sides and sometimes prefers being a spectator

Q&As (more questions can be added):

1. How do you address Eike if he’s made up of two people? Do we call him a ‘he’ or a ‘they’?

Answer: His pronouns are he/him since Elijah is mostly the one in control as Eike (he also picked up that name to hide his identity) also because Emir’s half decapitated face is unconscious in Elijah’s control so he won’t be able to control everything for the time being unless Elijah wakes him up and lets him have control but atp Emir’s looking like he’s gonna be ‘dead’ for awhile.

2. Who is the parasite and how does it work?

Answer: Elijah, to be more specific, that’s his ability. He can control someone’s body by merging his blood with someone else’s. As long as that person he’s targeting has the same blood type as him, which is O, or else he’ll be dead in an instant. Mixing his blood with a different blood type is like feeling drenched up acid to him.

3. If Eike’s occupation is being a detective, wouldn’t his co-workers be suspicious of his conditions to his face?

Answer: His face is usually covered up with his hair and he only uncovers it when he’s alone so don’t worry 👌

4. How did he managed to get a certified occupation with the way he looks??

Answer: In the beginning, they picked him up in the alleyway beside a garbage bin during an investigation. At first he was gonna be placed in an orphanage as a joke until he told them his age and “dream” which was to become a detective. They doubted him at first based from the way he presents himself until during another investigation (someone had to keep watch on him so they suggested on bringing him on work lol) and was surprised on how well-observant he was throughout. So there, he was immediately hired and he's still wearing that outfit despite being told to wear something formal.

5. How did you come up with a character like Eike?

Answer: After listing my ocs, I noticed that I never had a neutral character before so there, I started coming up with a few concepts. He was supposed to have elf ears but that small detail is scratched from my sheet because it’s useless. It took me half an hour to think about it because I wanted this character to have a chaotic appearance and personality but still complex. I decided that the mix of black and pink would suit him. I thought of black and white at first but nah, I don’t think I’ve seen any characters with the mix of black and pink that much before so I chose those color palettes.

6. If he dislikes any items involving time, why does he have a pocket watch?

Answer: He’s wearing it around his neck as a spiteful way towards Fumihiko for treating him like shit for 3 years so he stole it from him (and a very useful thing at that because the pocket watch he’s holding onto right now is someone else’s life so if he ever breaks it, that someone will die, though, he doesn’t know it yet)

7. What are the backstories of Elijah’s and Emir’s?

Answer: You’ll know it soon once I fully make an mv of it 😉

INSPIRED CHARACTERS:

B. E. N./Behavioral Event Network

Dabi

INSPIRED SONGS:

Two Face by Jake Daniels

Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez

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[deepestbluesky]

hello it is time for a VERY niche post. join me for... SHL characters as SNAKES!!!!! i tried to find snakes that naturally occur in china or near china, as a terrible added parameter—there's a TON of snakes in china, but i just don't know many so it's terrible bc it added a lot of work for me lol. but i've learned things! and found some cool snakes! so! let's go. pictures of snakes ahead, if that's not your thing, feel free to peace out.

Wen Kexing - Sinomicrurus macclellandi a coral snake! just a nice boy you know? just a nice, extremely venemous boy with dramatic red coloration. shamless plug for my fic where wkx turns into This Snake.

Zhou Zishu - Bungarus multicinctus look at this lovely unassuming snake. got some goth-y drama but overall not too bad, right? one of the most venomous land snakes in the world 😌 (also. he and wkx match but like in a complimentary way.)

Zhang Chengling - Pareas margaritophorus the first thing wikipedia says about this snake is that it is small and harmless. for the first time so far, i am not trying to mislead you. just a little snek boi!!!!!! cute!!!!!! I Want To Hold And Protect Him

Gu Xiang - Fowlea piscator look i'm gonna be honest. there are not a lot of snakes that are even REMOTELY purple but this one has a little purple whip tongue! also, not venemous but (if it's anything like water snakes in the US) kind of an asshole. apparently pretends to be a cobra. look at her go.

Cao Weining - Coelognathus radiatus this snake has no thoughts in its head. look at it. i don't mean as a species i mean This One. That's cwn. just sitting there doing a blep. no venom, apparently a defensive sort of dude. cool colors tho!

Luo Fumeng - Calliophis bivirgatus a different kind of coral snake! i've gone a bit further outside of china for this one but LOOK at how gorgeous it is. how could i not let lfm be this glamorous. also i like the idea that she's a different genus of snake than wkx but still a (venemous) coral snake.

Liu Qianqiao - Elaphe taeniura gonna be honest here, the common name of this snake in english is the beauty snake (or ratsnake), so i didn't think too much farther. there's a ton of different color morphs of it. look at it, the elegance! she's beauty she's grace she'll constrict you (if you are a small mammal)!

Xie Wang - Bungarus fasciatus this is a different krait! zzs has MANY bands, xw just has bands. a little brighter colored and more extra than zzs, sliiiightly less deadly, still can very definitely kill you. LOOK at that warning coloration. if i was to pick two characters to DEFINITELY have warning coloration, it WOULD be wkx and xw.

Du Pusa - Euprepiophis mandarinus this is NOT my best work, but i just thought this snake was really pretty and so i was determined to include it somehow. hence: dps. they are ~secretive~ apparently. also. again. Look At It

Ye Baiyi - Python bivittatus BIG BOY!!!! ALMOST THE BIGGEST BOY!!!!! does occur in white color morphs in captivity (and like, i guess presumably in the wild? at one point? but i have to imagine that's like. not so much a thing anymore.) also, did i pick the picture that looks the most like a cryptid? of course i did, it's yby. he doesn't want his picture taken. he doesn't want you to know he exists even. leave him alone. where he belongs in his natural habitat.

Han Ying - Lycodon septentrionalis a shiny pretty boy. a shiny pretty boy who looks very much like a many-banded krait, in fact. however, they're not venemous. hy just looks like zzs. again: LOOK AT THIS GOOD SNEK.

Jing Beiyuan - Ahaetulla prasina several things here. one, this is an elegant but strange boy (i don't think this shows just how weird this guy's nose looks. it's like someone took a snake's nose and used pliers to stretch it out all pointy). two, FASHION!!! look at those pattens!!!!! a striking example. and three, it looks kind of like wu xi's snakeclet

Wu Xi - Naja atra he's a cobra. i think this speaks for itself.

[autumn-sweet-fae]

Wow Galvantula, how come your dad let's you have 2 boyfriends? XD

Because she is a queen✨

For real though, Emmet has always adored how Durant treats Galvantula like his colony queen. He’s always bringing her lil gifts(usually electronics or batteries) and helping her care for her eggs and young. Emmet is very aware of how the relationship dynamics of different species generally go, such as how male Druants are usually committed to their Queens, but don’t expect them to be as committed to them.

Galvantula seemed content with only Durant for the most part, even ignoring the other Galvantula Elesa has that she battles with at her gym. So Emmet was surprised when she took an interest in Ingo’s new Gliscor.

Gliscor, while not officially calcified as a bug type, does have notable bug like qualities that still puts them in the same egg group. So he knew it was theoretically possible, but it was still a surprise when Emmet saw her cozying up to Gliscor and the bat pokemon sharing his treats with her.

But they both seemed happy and Durant looked delighted to have another attendant to look after his queen, so Emmet was content to let Galvantula have her two boyfriends 😌

(Also Gliscor clearly understands how to treat baby pokemon gently and look after them judging from how he treats the sneaslets, so that was a huge draw for Galvantula. That bat is husband material.)

[sluttywoozi]

THE DK FIC WAS SO FUCKING GOOD HOLY SHIT THE BUILD UP AND THE SEX PART AND THE SEOKMIN PART IN GENERAL 😫😫😫😫

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HEARING ME OUT it was well worth the wait for me

i wanna see the original draft that was longer tbh 👀

also part 2????? reader finds out about his species mating cycles??? dk finally gives his d???

-⚔️

YAYYYYY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITTTT

BABY THERE WAS NOTHING TO HEAR OUT YOU HAD ME AT ALIEN SEOKMIN but i'm super glad it was worth the wait, you def had a lot of time to build up your expectations 😅

and omg the original draft was completely different!! i had him crash land on reader's farm and he stayed there and then they were going to fall in love and explore each other's bodies but alas, i ran out of time and scrapped it to write something with less backstory

and part two is on for sure! reader will become intimately acquainted with seokmin's mating cycle and with his alien dick 😌

[britany1997]

So I have a hyperfixation on moths (even tho if I see one irl I cry)

Imma share some cool moth facts with you!!(that are copied and pasted from a 3 year old doc that had facts from 2002 to now)

There are more than 2500 species of moth in the UK alone. The number of known species worldwide is about 160k(i think) which is a larger population than the entire butterfly species!

Moths don't just fly at night. There are a number of brightly coloured day-flying moths. In fact, there are more brightly coloured day-flying moths than there are butterflies!

The best way to tell the difference between a butterfly and moth is by the antennae. Most butterflies have club-shaped antennae with a little ball at the end, whilst moths' are usually feathery, saw-shaped or taper to a fine point.

When an Elephant Hawk-moth caterpillar feels threatened, its body swells up to the shape of a snake's head with two huge black markings like beady eyes.

This is so funny because I feel like such a butterfly girlie and you’re a moth guy (just sibling things😌) thank you for sharing cool facts friend!

Asks thingy:)

[askthejourneysgang]

To the Journeys Trio,

I love you like a brother, Ash... But there are times you make me want to hit you over the head with Iron Tail! The number of times you jumped in between two Pokemon attacks still gives me occasional nightmares. I don’t care if you can handle the attacks/heal from them, you are human and thus much squishier than me. Might not have been able to survive falling off Prism Tower—but I could have used Iron Tail to catch myself falling near that cliff. Not to mention I’m the brains of our team in my timeline. Wish my Ash would listen more.

Our first encounter was embarrassing since I was known as the literate Pikachu, Goh. I spent the week before I was given to your joyfriend learning how to read and write. Professor Oak already knew how smart I was from his time as Sammy. You ask so many questions when you are interested in something. We are still in the early days of Ash and your research fellowship so I don’t know if you’ll become a couple here. There is a bunch of fossil Pokemon in Grandpa Canyon, bring your Aerodactyl if you want to be able to gain entry from the canyon’s guard one.

My timeline/dimensions version of you seems interested in daycare breeding, Chloe. Riolu was what sparked her interest as well as it being different from typical training... I have tried to explain to her the Pokemon side of having a Trainer. Surprisingly, we are both pretty decent friends when your initial neutrality to Pokemon started to break down. Me being more of a battler than brute forcing things as well as staying a Pikachu seemed to resonate.

Though... I guess I should explain why I wanted to learn how to read and write. When I left Mama Kangaskhan’s herd, I was still getting used to being a Pikachu. My body needed much more food to function plus I wasn’t as small as I once was. I ended up getting underweight for my already light species. Delirious I wandered into Professor Oak’s ranch in the middle of a thunderstorm to munch on his wires. Ended up attracting lightning that knocked me out from overloading on electricity. During my time in the ball, I regained some odd memories about being human. It threw off my sense of balance as well as depth perception from the different heights. Professor Oak noticed this and started helping me adjust. I learned the basics about writing through my frustration at not being able to communicate. The last seven to eight years I spent by Ash’s side being his ace mon as well as strategist.

Sincerely, Chidori the Pikachu.

P.S—Being a girl in a male chus body sucks.

Ash: Well, it's true that I am pretty squishy... but if your Ash is anything like me, there's no need to worry! We can come back from anything 😌

Chloe: Stealing catchphrases from your friends, I see

Between Yamper, Eevee and this alternate version of me's interest in Riolu, I'm wondering if maybe I have a weakness for dog pokémon?

Goh: Well, I do hope your Ash and your Goh get along as famously as the two of us here! Most Gohs need good friends like Ash... except for those off-colored ones we met once. It seemed like it was the other way around for them.

Wow, I just used my name in a plural form. My life has gotten really weird lately!

[taltauworlz]

Here are my main characters of my story ”Key of Dalntalai”. The story is this kind of sci fi/fantasy themed and traveling to another planets possibly. Everything in this story is in concept stage since i can’t settle to one idea. I’m working on the fauna and flora in these worlds, but i’m not smart enough to always have a reason for certain desings, so some of them might look like something because i think they look cool.

Alexandra is the main character in this story currently and at the moment all i can say that she is a magical being who has escaped from a bad organization and some bad people. Alexandras magic leans more to a elemental based magic and her specialty is water magic. She also can create corals possibly, but i don’t know if i will keep that idea. Alex is like 17 years old and acts like a little brat sometimes, she gets angry easily often and dosen’t always express how she feels like she should, but rather she kinda bottles her emotions and then lashes out uninteoninally. I think she would later realize maybe that she did something wrong and apologize for what she did or said. Alex can be nice and cares about the people close to her.

Alexandra is curious about learning new things and loves collecting cool or random stuff. She can also be very hyper active and has a lot of energy.

That’s all i remember to explain about her😌

Even though i draw Alex a lot, i still like to draw Nadja the most. Nadja is a magical being called ”Woodling”, they were inspired by nymphs from greek mythology, but i’ve tried to make some things about Woodlings little different. Woodlings are born when ”mother tree” takes a root in ground and becomes a ”mother of the forest”. (I will explain some day better about woodlings, but now back to Nadja).

Nadja is basically 300 year old woodling, she has hundreds or thousands of siblings so she is used to having people around her always. Nadja has bubbly and kind personality, she rarely wants to have any confrontantion with other people. Nadja is however good at magic and well learned, after all, she has had time to learn using magic for hundreds of years.

So, before i said that woodlings are born when mother trees take root in ground, well, because of that woodlings are not able to leave the forest for a long period of time, because the tree they are born from kinda is the thing keeping them alive. They can be far from the tree for like maybe… two weeks at most? I’m still working on how Nadjas species work. Getting to my point, so Nadja needs to have her tree with her if she want’s to go around the world, or even go to another world, well there is a way for that. Woodling can make a deal with a human or other magical being where they can grant humans some magical abilities, kinda like warlock gets magic from the deals they make. When they make a deal, the person gets woodling tree and carries it inside them, spiritually? So Nadja and Nick have made a deal, Nick gets a little magic and Nadja can go to adventures and travel.

(I will someday make a proper post explaining about woodlings.)

I don’t draw Nick as often as i would like to, i just haven’t fully figured them out.

Nick is kinda like wizard/warlock, like they have studied magic, but they got elemental based magick powers from Nadja. Nick loves reading about history and magic, they are learned in space and portal magic. Nick travels a lot with Nadja to defferent places, either to study historic sights and animals, or just go sightseeing?

Nick cares a lot about Nadja and later Alex too becomes important person to them. Nick is forgiving and patient and if there is argument, they can swallow their pride and apologize first.

Nick is 19 years old and lives with their grandma in manor? Mansion? Like the grandma is somewhat rich, she has a bussiness and earn money well with it, but she’s not like super rich. She inherited the mansion from her parents, but this post is not about her.

(That’s unfortunately i remember to tell about them, i will someday make better post about these three)

[aftergloom]

Not sure if you've already answered something like this, but how do you think the Nightbrothers celebrate death? What kind of beliefs do you think they would have on where spirits go afterwards (if they go anywhere)? What colours do they represent loss with? 😌

So… death studies are my jam outside of fandom, right? I feel like I might’ve mentioned that once or twice. As “hobbies” go, this is my thing: ancient and contemporary commemorative practices, mythologies surrounding death, and associated beliefs. 

When you held this question out to me, cupped in the palms of your hands, perhaps you didn’t know what you signed up for, and  I’ll try not to get too deep. But I can’t answer it without talking about the cosmovision of the Star Wars universe and its dualities, or even George Lucas’ real world “influences”, of which there are many that have been documented, and several which we’d need to speculate on to offer an informed answer.

Similarly, you can’t talk about the Nightbrothers in this context without talking about the belief systems of their oppressors, whose dominant worldview might’ve affected and traditions and beliefs brought over from Iridonia. 

You came here for a headcanon, but with regrets, you’ve opened a floodgate.

Let’s do this, shall we?

From Ancient Iridonia, to Dathomir

We know Lucas appropriated a bunch of different real-world traditions and mythologies to build the overarching Star Wars cosmovision (dualities of light and dark, the cosmic and living Force, etc.) many of them from East Asian cultures, and the dubious backstory for Dathomirian Zabrak involves a diaspora from their homeworld and their subsequent enslavement to the dominant species in place on Dathomir (Nightsisters), who already had a cosmovision of their own, and gods, and a relationship with the Force that is unlike anything else we've seen in the SW universe that has ties to both totemic and sympathetic magic, and given what we know of how they use the ichor, the Nightsisters relationship with death is very different from, let's say, the Jedi, who are very much of a mindset that through right action and applied ritual, you can come back from the afterlife in service to your lineage.

But let's start at the beginning, 'cause I went and did some poking around specifically with the intention of trying to discover what beliefs might’ve been brought over with those early Nightbrothers from Iridonia, if anything...

Nightbrothers, Commemorative Customs, and a Cosmovision

A few things ancient Iridonian Zabrak believed in, as accumulated from this reddit post (which lacks explicit references to where this information was drawn from. In their comments, they cite the Galactic Campaign Guide? I've been looking for citations and I've thus far come up empty-handed, but I'm still open to considering this stuff, esp. since OP is explicitly stating what's headcanon and what's not in their post):

To summarize, Iridonian Zabrak may have held belief in the following, with annotations:

Death Goddess Sisters (Nath and Ath) who guard the Zabrak afterlife, "The Lands of Plenty": Interesting that there's a reverence for two sisters and not the brother-sister-husband-wife partnership among death gods that we're used to (Isis and Osiris = The Daughter and Son of Mortis, for example)

A creatrix deity (Gith) who could create tons of food: We know Iridonia was an arid planet that suffered numerous wars through inter-clan fighting, so it sounds like scarcity in their day to day lives might have been a contributing factor to a cosmovision incorporating a halcyon, abundant afterlife. 

Shamans (Sang): Suggests they also had intercessors for their faith. The quote says the Shamans oversaw their rituals for marriage and funerals, but the extent of that spiritual leadership is unknown, so I can only speculate that since the Nightbrothers demonstrate such affinity for their rites of passage and proving their worth as warriors, those traditions draw from old Iridonian customs too, and that they had spiritual guides on their journey.

We also know that ancient Zabrak were tied to the Sith Empire, became their warriors, fought alongside them, accepted Sith indoctrination if they were Force-sensitive, etc. So I expect there might’ve been, at some point, some adoption of the Sith beliefs intermingling with the core values of Iridonian Zabrak (because concepts of power and dominion would likely resonate with them.) There wouldn't be, however, I don't think, a universally-accepted singular faith. I think there were probably many, as well as offshoots and various sects -- which is true of Force-sensitive practitioners and believers: in Legends at least, there are tons more than just the Jedi and Sith; some who see it as faith and others who use it as magic and others still that are recognized cults and crime syndicates. *cough* BANDO GORA *cough*

And if you remember from that episode in the Clone Wars where Yoda visits Moraband and encounters the spirits of the ancient Sith buried in the Valley of the Dark Lords, they tell him that there's nothing after life. "You will die, and be nothing." And what does that say about their outlook and ambitions, you know? If there's nothing afterwards, and the only thing that echoes in eternity is your name (like Darth Bane, for example) then the things that consume you also fuel your ambitions. There's an immediacy to it that I think is interesting. Power and fear, right? It's a twisted sort of glory.

But similarly, it's not the sort of hopeful outlook you find in cultures that have endured hardship and suffering. It doesn't wholly jive with a "lands of plenty" hopeful mentality that acknowledges that the living situation ain't great and that it'll be better in the afterlife.

The Nightsisters and the Hoodoo that They Do

Meanwhile, on Dathomir, you've got a bunch of newly minted Nightbrothers looking at the Nightsisters' tree burial practices, and you maybe find yourself in the unfortunate position one time to see a sister resurrected from the dead, and the way you see the universe and your place in it is likely gonna shift a bit.

A few things of note regarding the Nightsisters' cosmovision:

Winged Goddess and Fanged God is a concept of divinity rooted in male/female binary and plays into the overarching Star Wars "duality as giant-ass part of the cosmovision" because these deities are also representative of Light and Dark aspects of the Force; they're linked to the Gods of Mortis, who... are up to who knows what. Fighting for balance or something. The epic equivalent of the Zoroastrian struggle between celestial divinities duking it out in the cosmos to achieve dominance over the other.

The ichor = the power = the Force. Confusing to me, still, because the nature of the ichor suggests that it is neither light nor dark and how its aligned is governed by what its used for, but the Sisters get billed as Dark Side practitioners so often that I start questioning whether Lucasfilm needed to ascribe some value to them to run a 1:1 with whatever culture they "borrowed" from. It looks a lot like pop-culturized Haitian Voodoo at times with the poppet magic, and the possession, and the zombification and resurrection (but not in any way that respectfully suggests what Voodoo actually looks like.) And others, I'm looking at the architecture and seeing some serious ancient Egyptian references, and a little Nabatean too. (And if you really want to start digging deeper, let me point out the pyramids used in ancient Sith architecture for their tombs and educational academies and holocrons, or the handy-dandy sacrificial chamber beneath the tomb of Darth Bane that suggests inspiration from ancient Aztec practices of sacrifice. Yeah, they were killing Jedi down there, just saying.)

There is a hierarchy to Nightsister burial: there are tombs with giant faces carved into them inside the mountain, and there are the burial pods out on the gravethorn groves dangling like macabre Christmas ornaments stuffed with their warriors. Who are the important people buried in those tombs, and what are they buried with? Because if the girls out in the pods are buried with their weapons, you can guess at what they're taking with them into their afterlife, or their in-between place, and you know that the function they served in life is the same that they'll serve in death. I'd speculate that the clan mothers and elders are in the tombs, probably with their books and special talismans, and I would bet that the elders have a means of communicating with them through the ichor because all of this smacks of ancestral worship to boot.

Sometimes They Come Back. 👀

To your question: What do the Nightbrothers believe in with respects to death, the afterlife, and their customs?

I would propose the following, based on what we've just observed:

The cosmovision of the Nightbrothers is one that seeks to preserve the essence of the beliefs in a better afterlife brought with them from ancient Iridonia, that acknowledges their current situation on Dathomir under the rule of the Nightsisters is temporary, and that there is an understanding that while they are far from where they've come from, they will one day be returned what they've lost -- if they demonstrate those values that Zabrak have held for millennia:

Strength. Honour. And the courage to withstand even the harshest circumstances.

In the world that awaits them, they will find their kin and company in a land of abundance where the waters run clean and the skies are clear; their young are never parted from their mothers' arms, and their brothers never have to fight one another to prove themselves, unless it is to each other for their amusement.

There are no horrors there, and the dead can find their rest and know peace. There is no fear that their bodies might be desecrated, used in death as they were in life to fight for a cause that was never theirs and that they never believed in; that they gave their lives for over and over because it was called of them without question and in perfect submission.

And all those stories, whispered amongst brothers about the heroes that came before them are remembered, their names spoken aloud and with reverence, unafraid of who might overhear who might lay claim to their lineage, their brothers, their fathers, their faces. There will be no one to silence them again. None will ever be forgotten.

And in the dark hours, where lanterns were lit quietly in shaded corners with the curtains drawn, and the little effigies of those known as Brother were revered as family and clan because no one could recall who was blood kin and who was not, all were banded together with the understanding that someday soon, they would never be parted again. Prayers are offered now to the old Sisters at the Gates to keep their dead, but also to the new gods -- because they've seen the Fanged God walking their dreams, and the brothers know his strength. It's as real as the Force that binds them. He's a living thing that makes the shadows breathe when they take nightblossom or mushling seed to induce visions.

Someday soon, there would be no need to whisper, or to pile stones on the cairns where they put their dead in the ground as if to hide the lives that had been taken: No markers. No memorials. No names etched into stones in hydratis acid and turned over so that the Nightsisters might know who was buried there as if they could exploit them. That's why they chose to make cairns and barrows for the brothers, you see: because when you put heavy things on top of the bodies, they can't rise to the call of the witches' magic. They stay where you put them.

And as for the colours of the dead, there is only one: white for the palest star above. A marker for the way home in all that dark.