#pspspspsps give her lovers

[lavendersartistry]

Looks at you with BIG OL EYES

So what made her decide that Dogday shall become Her Bi Disaster Nephew, what did this silly silly (kinda wet meow moew) man do to get her attention :3 (omg first ask by me woahhh)

HAI BESTIE, WELCOME

it's her gay sensesing glasses/j

Tbh, Raida saw a bit of her younger brothers in him. She was aware of how closeted they were in the gay closet and she was very protective about her brothers when it came to their sexuality. Another thing was her slight maternity aura, if i can say it right.

So when DogDay came into view, she immediately went: "He likes someone, but he's in denial."

Plus it's funny to her when she gets to know about his fails of flirting with Z, Raida is gonna do romance lessons with DogDay to save him some grace.

[monsterfloofs]

Jack O Lantern, Queensland Blue, and Fairy Tale can have me ANY day 😩👀

Whenever you have time/inspiration could you maybe write a romantic and/or thirst fic/head cannon for all three of them please? 😳🥺

I am sorry this sat for a while in my inbox I. . . geniunely didn’t know how to properly answer this? x////Dc

You thirsty anon you!

This is gonna sound silly, but I actually had to look up what a thrist fic was. I kinda knew what that was? But not exactly? And afterwards googling it, I-- ahhhh still don’t have a good grasp on the best way how to write that pspspspsp orz (I am sorry please for give my demi brain, sometimes I understandy- other times I stare at it with the most logic brain ever and it goes right over my head haha)

Since all three of them caught your eye. I can talk a little bit about them, if that would suffice? ://D

Mostly the pumpkin heads were a character design challenge and I didn’t think too, too hard on their personalities, though I do have some generalized thoughts that I can share from while I was drawing them!

The Jack-O-Lantern Pumpkin: Heckle

He has the most grounded personality of the three since someone was also interested in him! And I wrote that short! Design wise was absolutely inspired by the halloween trickster kind of character archetype.

Giggly, giddy, and goofy! A mischevious imp.

Most noticablly enjoys dressing up and giving mortals a good fright or playing pranks on them when the veil between worlds is thin. They enjoy sneaking around in corn mazes especially, mascerading as a scarecrow to spook unsuspected passersby. Those who get lost in mazes that seem to go on forever is part of his doing. And why wouldn't he be a pal and come along to get you back safe and sound? Though while he enjoys scaring folks he isn't exactly malicious. And if he realizes he has taken a joke too far will drop his act. Will stop his shenanigans to soothe / aid scared children too. A lost child can be found with a grinning pumpkin as a token apology gift and has been given lots of candy (much to their agreived parents.)

Like that sign that says, “Unattended children with be give espresso and a free puppy” ? Have you ever seen that one? Because that’s really along the lines of what Heckle does do.

Heckle in recent years of bounding around in the human world has realized as advancements in technology has grown so exponentially, that his own image can pass easier amoungst the many other sea of costumes that are out and about on Halloween. And he LOVES that! If there isn’t any reservations at your Halloween Party, he’ll probably be there. Heck, he will probably we there even if it was an exclusive party. He is tricky like that.

In a relationship, I see Heckle as being a PEST.

Playfully bantering with you, telling jokes, doing silly things. (Might be a little bit of a cheeky pervert under the right conditions)

But all in all, if your scowl breaks into a smile, or even-- gasp-- laughter?? He has done his job well and will continue with gusto.

Queensland Blue: Unnamed

Her design is most influenced by the Headless Horseman I think. And I see her personality balanced between Heckle and the Fairytale pumpkin. Has a streak of mischief to her, but will stand up for what she thinks is right. Will bend or break some rules along the way to make sure good people get what they deserve. And will also see to it, that wicked folks get there come'uppins. Is a hellion to those who think they can belittle others.

And what better way to knock pompous primadonnas down a few pegs, than a real good scare?

She has a protective streak, and also possibly a jealous one too? Strong willed and typically level headed until something clashes with her morals. Then the sword is drawn. (Figuratively and literally)

As a lover I feel like she would need someone that she could feel safe to let her guard down around. Even if it's for a just a short period of time? Perhaps a secret romantic? She will never admit it.

Fairytale: Unnamed

Fairytale has the most moral compass out of the other two. Heart of gold. Nay, you shan’t scare the kind people! Have at thee evil do’er! What you would expect from a gallant prince that has come to sweep you off your feet! Tender hearted and a little naive to the evil that is around them. They choose to be kind first and foremost. Sometimes that gets them into trouble, they are also reckless when it comes to matters of the heart. If something strikes them as immoral, it's definately act first, think later. :'3c

Also is the most romantically inclined, has big dreams of finding their one true love whom they will serenade with love songs, and take them on a romantic carriage ride through the night. 💫

[fowl-fox]

Weather, Together

A one-shot based off a prompt sent to me by the ever talented @fowlblue Timangelino AU, hurt/comfort, contains (very mild) suggestive language at one point.

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It was not quite an hour before noon when the first rumbles of thunder reached Jon Spiro’s ears.

It had been a dreary morning, and he had been expecting rain. The wind had been howling since he’d woken up alone, curled up in the middle of the enormous bed that belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Fowl.

And me, he reminded himself, Angeline’s loving assurances from the night before echoing in his mind. Our bed.

It wasn’t unusual for the other two to be up before him. Artemis Senior and Angeline often started their early mornings with a quick workout, before freshening up and joining their children for breakfast. Jon’s stomach couldn’t handle anything solid in the morning, so he usually took the extra few hours for sleep. He admired his partners’ ability to rise and shine most mornings, but secretly, he wished they’d sleep in more often. It was nice to wake up next to someone else, he’d discovered.

The thunder rumbled again, already much louder. He didn’t pay it much mind.

He wondered if his lovers were too busy to be bothered at the moment; he was finding it hard to concentrate on his own work. Jon looked over the reports his secretary had forwarded to him and sighed. Perhaps he could use a break. Closing his laptop, he walked over to the window and looked out at the manor grounds. He was becoming more and more familiar with them every time he stayed. Not too far off, the limbs of a downy birch waved dramatically in the wind of the oncoming storm, as though it could scare away the rolling black clouds headed towards them. He remembered Tim trying to teach him the names of the different trees that surrounded Fowl Manor. For the most part, the names didn’t stick.

I remember that one though, thought Jon. He grinned wickedly. Pressed Tim right up against it.

---

The thunder rumbled once more, this time with enough volume to rattle the window panes and shake Jon from his salacious thoughts. Droplets of rain began to tap a warning on the glass in front of him. Jon decided he’d take a break after all, and headed out of the study he’d been given to see what Tim and Angeline were up to.

A quick walk through the common areas of Fowl Manor did not reveal anyone other than one of the maids, who apologetically told Jon that she did not know where any of the Fowls were. Jon sighed and pulled out his phone, dialing a few quick text messages. He wandered into the surprisingly cozy kitchen that was used to prepare the family’s meals while he waited for a response.

The décor could use an upgrade, he thought, as he grabbed a plate from a cabinet that was from the 1970s at the latest, before peering in the fridge. He was halfway through his simple snack of cheese and crackers before his phone buzzed in his pocket. Angeline had responded.

Took the boys out for some shopping :-) Timmy should be home.

Ok :-) he replied. He wasn’t a fan of these ‘smileys’ as the youth called them, but Angeline thought they were cute, so he’d indulge her. He unceremoniously crammed the last few crackers in his mouth before leaving his plate on the counter and heading back out into the entrance hall.

Fowl Manor was a bit of an enigma to Spiro. It was old but sturdy, meticulously maintained, and crammed full of art and antiquities, though incredibly, it did not feel cluttered. It was as tasteful as a display of enormous wealth and privilege could be. It somehow seemed simultaneously spacious and cramped. It reminded him of a rabbit’s warren; he’d read about them in a book once. The entrance hall gave way to several doors and hallways- the grand staircase did the same. When the Fowl family was home, it felt safe to him; a warm retreat from the cold and the dangers outside. But when he was alone? It seemed almost unbearably empty. The eyes in the portraits of previous generations that covered the walls seemed particularly unwelcoming as he stood under them. If he was a superstitious man, he’d swear the place was haunted. Jon had no clue how anyone else could stand to be in such a place on their own.

There was a startling flash of lightning through the entrance hall’s high windows, temporarily bathing the walls and the polished parquet floor in white light. The thunder outside roared and shook the old building once more. The wind howled mournfully outside; the storm was fully upon them now.

He checked his phone again, frowning. Tim still had not responded to him, which was unusual. The man checked his cell phone habitually. Maybe he went back to bed? Jon wondered. For the most part the Fowl Patriarch had recovered from his ‘ordeal’ in the Arctic, but every now and then, phantom limb pains would creep up on him, and he would retreat to the bedroom with a grumble and a microwave heat pack in tow.

(Jon wasn’t sure how the heat pack was supposed to help phantom pains, but he didn’t question it. He wasn’t a doctor.)

He was heading towards the bedroom when he noticed that the door to his partner’s study was cracked open ever so slightly. He must have just missed him on his way to the kitchen earlier, he realized. Jon didn’t bother knocking before peering in.

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Sure enough, Artemis Senior was inside, sitting next to the fireplace in his favorite chair. He was draped across it in what seemed an unusually casual pose for him. His face was cradled in his hands, the thumb of his left slowly rubbing over the pink scar tissue that wound about from under his chin to just above his eye. But it wasn’t Tim’s draped figure or his slow ministrations to his scars that bothered Jon. It was his eyes. The man was staring far off into the distance, far beyond the room he sat in, beyond Jon standing in the doorway. He made no sign that he even knew anyone else was there.

“Tim?”

His partner didn’t respond, continuing to stare right through him. Jon swallowed, unsure of what to do.

“Tim?” he tried again. There was still no response.

The thunder roared once more, violently shaking the window panes of the study. Tim’s eyes still did not move, but the rest of him froze completely still. Jon realized he wasn’t even breathing.

His first urge was to grab the other man by the shoulders and shake him, to tell him to snap out of it. But some quiet part of him overrode his rough instincts, telling him that wasn’t a good idea. And for once, he listened to that quieter part of himself. God forbid he freak Tim out worse. What would Angeline do? he thought to himself. He walked slowly over to his frozen partner, taking care not to get too close, but still within easy reach.

“Tim, it’s me. I’m right here, okay?” he said softly, slowly waving his hand in front of Tim’s face, his jewelry jingling. The other man didn’t respond, but he didn’t startle either. That had to be good start, right? Jon noticed that he had slowly started breathing again, albeit a bit shakily. He paused his waving thoughtfully, before allowing himself to try something that on paper would have sounded ludicrous.

“Hey, Tim? Pspspspsps? Tim?” he grinned mischievously, purposefully jingling his jewelry near his partner’s ear as though he were a kitten. Tim’s breathing slowly evened out, and his brow furrowed.

Then suddenly, he blinked. Glacier blue eyes focused on the wrist of the man in front of him, before settling on Jon’s own.

“What,” he swallowed, voice strained. “What in God’s name are you doing?”

“Trying to get your attention.” Jon grinned, relieved. That familiar grumpy face was a much more welcome sight than the haunted stare he’d walked in on.

Artemis Senior sighed, re-adjusting himself into a proper seating position while straightening out his shirt sleeves.

“Well, you have it. What do you want, Jon?”

Jon straightened up and gave a short laugh that sounded like a cricket hidden in a drain pipe.

“I want to know if you’ll come watch some TV with me.”

Tim groaned. “Not it if you’re watching one of those ridiculous soap operas.”

“Tim, I promise, we can watch whatever boring crap you like.”

Thunder shook the house again, and for a second Tim froze once more. Jon grew worried, and jingled his wrist again. To his relief, the other man seemed to shake himself back into the present.

“The history program isn’t boring.”

“To you it’s not. C’mon Tim.” he held out his hand, grinning again when it was reluctantly accepted.

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It was a little while later, seated together in front of the television in one of the more tucked away, windowless sitting rooms, that Jon decided to pry a bit.

“Didn’t know you were scared of storms.”

Tim didn’t respond, keeping his eyes on screen.

“Tim?”

“I’m not.” he said finally, sighing. His hand went his leg, and for a moment Jon though he would say something else. But Tim remained silent. He refused to look anywhere but the television screen.

He spared a glance up at the winding scars that covered one side of Artemis Seniors face, and suddenly, something in his mind clicked.

“I see.” was all he said, leaning up against Tim.

A few more minutes passed before Jon decided he’d take another chance.

“Hey, Tim?”

“What, Jon?”

“Can I?”

“Can you what?” sighed Tim, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort to correct his grammar. Looking over at Jon, he found his hand carefully hovering near his cheek, over the pink scar tissue. He swallowed, mulling over the implied question.

“Alright,” he said, after a minute.

Jon lightly traced his fingers over the raised marks, following the twists in the grooves where searing hot flames had attempted to eat away his lover’s flesh. Tim sat still, his eyes closed, breath deep and slow. Jon continued tracing patterns before lightly cupping his jaw both hands, turning his face to meet his and carefully pressing a kiss to his lips. He internally celebrated when Tim didn’t protest. The man’s startling blue eyes opened, giving him a look of acceptance. Jon smiled, turning Tim’s head slightly to the side, and hovered his lips over the largest mark. It was a long, jagged gash that carved its way down from his brow, over his eyelids, and settled deep underneath a prominent cheekbone.

He opened his mouth to ask again, but to his surprise, Tim spoke first.

“Go ahead.”

He pressed his lips to the mark, holding them there for several seconds. Tim closed his eyes once more and breathed in deep as his chest filled with a warmth that rose up to his shoulders, up to his neck, and finally settled in his head, the constant buzz of anxiety that haunted him temporarily subsiding to the pleasant feeling that until recently, only Angeline had ever gifted him. Memories of roaring fires, suffocating smoke, panic, confusion, freezing water, and overwhelming pain suddenly gave way to the present, the cozy room they were tucked into, and the warm lips of the man seated beside him.

He basked in it momentarily before taking Jon’s head into his own hands and pressing a kiss of his own to his lips.

“Thank you, Jon.”

“Don’t mention it,” grinned Jon, feeling airy. “Can we watch something else now?”

Artemis Senior groaned, settling back into the couch.

“Fine,” he said, though he honestly wasn’t that upset about it. Jon would be Jon. “Anything but one of your gore-fests.”

“Oh c’mon,” said Jon, grabbing the remote, flicking through the guide. “Those movies are good for you, keeps the blood pumping.”

“Whatever you say.”

Jon laughed.

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A few hours later, after the storm had passed, Angeline and the Fowl offspring would return to find Jon entranced by some terrible 90’s slasher flick, with Tim dozing on his shoulder. Angeline winked at her sons. Artemis Junior and Myles rolled their eyes in return and quickly dispersed. Beckett wanted to watch the movie, but with a pointed look from Angeline, Jon turned it off. The remaining boy groaned and went off to find his twin.

Angeline settled on the arm of the couch beside Jon and placed a kiss on the top of his head. Artemis Senior stirred slightly beside them, but didn’t open his eyes.

“How are you, darlings?” she said, reaching over Jon to run her fingers through her dozing husband’s hair. “What a nasty storm that was, the grounds are a mess.”

Jon gave her his best sleazy grin.

“Oh, we made it through just fine.” he said, reaching up to take her other hand.

Angeline smiled and hummed, and Jon marveled at how such an elegant woman could pull off such a mischievous grin of her own.

“I see,” she said, settling cat-like on her perch. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“We’re glad you’re back,” he said, picking up the remote. “You want to pick something else to watch?”

Angeline hummed again, thinking.

“How about Fair City?”

A soap opera. Beside them on the couch, Tim groaned.