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Happy 1st Birthday to Sherbert Tennyson the Earthbound / Mother 3 inspired Sleipnir Horseantula Plush

This eight legged mutant Frankenplush, modelled after Loki's weird horse child from Norse mythology, is one year old today!

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[sigyn-foxyposts]

Reykjavik, July 18th

Day 4 me and my mom took yet another walk near the oceans, enjoying the scenery and visited Saga museum. It was lovely there and they had a display of many vax figures and interesting historical stories. They even had an audiobook to listen to while we walked through it!

(Don't mind the Norwegian text, my mother added that to the pictures!)

Raven & Floki - Torbjorg the völva.

Melkorka Mýrkjartansdóttir & her son Ólafr!

I also bought a bunch of goodies from their store! Some runic symbols for my alters and a Sleipnir plush to take home with me!! <33

Afterwards we got some delicious soup at the ironically named Loki cafe! And I spotted some familiar faces on the decorated wall. Loki, Fenrir and Sigyn?! (First time I saw our girlie) HELLO, ARE YOU OKAY THERE?! 😭

[bowldrips]

Lookit this Sleipnir plush my partner made forever ago~ 🐴🕷

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 142 }

die for you; barnabas version

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

{ i don’t want this feeling | i can’t afford love | i try to find a reason to pull us apart | it ain’t workin’, ‘cause you’re perfect | and i know that you’re worth it | i can’t walk away… }

the king of waloed was turned into shambles the moment you went missing from his chambers. steel blue eyes were felt widening in shock the moment he enters your shared chambers, feeling his heart freeze upon not seeing the sight of your silky hair fanned against the plush pillows- naked and ready for him.

running his hands through his ebony locks of hair, he calls upon the sleipnir he had placed by you, his sole purpose was to protect you and to alert barnabas of any hasty decisions you have made.

his gauntlets fist at his hair in frustration, and he listens closely to the sounds of the chamber opening, hearing the graceful sounds of sleipnir’s footsteps.

“you called for me, my king?”

he hears the knight and summons his dark blade, facing him while pressing it against sleipnir’s throat.

“where is she?”

unfazed by his king’s temper, sleipnir backs away from him with his hands held up in mock surrender.

“relax, my king, for your beloved is safe and sound. she simply wished to take a swim within the ocean waters, just near the borders of our castle.”

barnabas could feel his anger mounting. “and you left here there unattended?”

“she is safe and deserves some moment of reprieve, my lord. i was given strict orders by your queen to remain behind. she said that if you were to stifle her any more, then she will grow to despise you.”

he could feel the veins against his temple pulsate in response. the nerve of you- actually disobeying him?

he supposes that you were lucky enough to have his heart and soul, for if he didn’t, then he would freely punish you the moment he laid eyes on you once more.

still donned in his armor, he dismisses sleipnir and allows the wisps of darkness to surround him. “you shall live another day, since your purpose is to serve my stubborn wife and follow her orders, regardless of how foolish it may be.”

“naturally.” sleipnir simply bows down to his king, watching as he disappeared- knowing that barnabas was making his way to you.

barnabas knew you like the back of his own hand; so when he travels to the shores of the beach, feeling his armor sink just the tiniest bit in the sand, he looks out into the waters for any sight of you.

as if drawn to you, like the moon chasing the sun, he finally sees you, hearing the light sounds of your laughter as you swam within the ocean.

the king of waloed had told you many times that swimming in such tides were dangerous, yet you didn’t seem to care. being the stubborn wife that you were, you often spent your free time swimming within these waters, finding comfort within the tides.

he lets out a grunt, already working on taking off the heavy set armor that surrounds his powerful form. finally hearing him, he watches as you turn around to face him, eyes going wide as your arms were crossed over your naked chest.

when barnabas was left just as bare as you were, he dives into the ocean, not even flinching when the icy cold waters surrounds him. you continue watching him inch ever so closer to you with wide eyes, not looking away until barnabas reaches you.

with a grunt of your name, he stands back to his full height, bringing you closer to his naked chest. his large hands squeeze at the fat of your thighs before giving the back of them a hard slap.

you gasp and nearly fall back into the water, had it not been for barnabas’ hold on you.

“what a naughty wife you are.”

his deep voice was dripping in amusement when he holds you closer to him, chapped lips already latching on to the side of your neck when he gently bites down against your skin.

“and what an overbearing old man you are.” your words held a tiny bite to them, but your actions were proof that they held no ill will at all. barnabas could feel the way your hands gently caressed at his hair, holding him even closer to you while you pressed you back against his chest.

“hn.”

he hides his face within the curve of your neck, gently kissing at your skin. he whispers to you; his voice becoming so soft that it could easily get lost within the waves of the ocean.

“sleipnir told me that if i became too overbearing, that you would hate me.”

a moment of silence passes between you and him before you let out a sigh. turning your head, you allow yourself to kiss at his damp strands of hair.

“forgive me. that was too harsh, i was just… feeling a little stifled from being in the castle for too long.”

he smirks against your skin, mood already lightening up considerably upon hearing your explanation. it was pathetic how deeply his emotions were tied to your own happiness, but he would never admit such a thing-

at least, not to anyone that wasn’t you.

“…i would die for you.”

he whispers while pressing a kiss against your hair.

“hm, what was that, my king?”

barnabas gives you another smirk before lifting you up into his arms. he spins you around while in the midst of the ocean waves, basking in the sounds of your laughter, further filling his heart with light.

“how do you feel about me taking you on a voyage on the einherjar? we can travel to the kingdom that’s filled with flowers and purchase all the cakes of your choosing.”

your face breaks out into a wide grin, with you whispering your husband’s name briefly before pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. your old man smirks against your lips, holding your bare body closer to him as he delves his fingers into your hair.

you bask in the feeling of each other, only pulling away when the need for air became too much. you rest your head against his, all while smiling down at him.

“you would do that for me?”

barnabas looks back at you with a strange glint within his eyes.

“for you, i would do anything.” he completes his oath by placing a kiss against the back of your hand, causing shivers to run down your spine as you could feel your love growing for him, basking in such feelings while in the midst of the ocean.

a.n. - i miss barnabas so much; also, this is so ooc, but it’s made from my own fantasies about him 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[loki-laufeychild]

Please can you make Sleipnir a blog so we can boop him?

Also

Opinion on modern art? I get the impression you'd be the type to hate it......

Finally

*holds out horse plush* for Sleipnir....or you....not sure what you'd do with it but you know

Sleipnir did have a blog, but he wasn't using it, so he deleted it.

My opinion on modern art? It's nice.

And Sleipnir thanks you for the plushie.

[scorching-passion]

@defiant-ex-soldiers asked: Cloud holds out his hand toward Roche, "...come with me." Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

He made it seem so easy; that one little statement, that open palm. All he had to do was reach out and take it, his ticket to a long coveted freedom, one Roche had never truly known.

Or long forgotten.

Moreover, though the thought of walking into the proverbial sunset with one Cloud Strife - as the dreams would dictate - life was never quite so stark of contrast. Always something to hold him back, to shackle him to the cage of ShinRa's iron regime. To his band of brothers crowded within that very hall.

"You tease me~" purred between the plush lips of a coquettish grin, the kind which would reach the eyes, enticing the blond to ask again if nothing else. Surely the man who had not long split his beloved Sleipnir clean in two could hone such sensibilities about him?

Could he?

[txnichtgut-archive]

1, 8, 10, 12 for the mun question NSFW edition

shipping questions - nsfw version / available

what’s the best thing about writing smut for you?

i actually can't really describe it, but it's thrilling. might be weird to say as an ace, but i do love how intimate it can be when it's soft or just a wild rush of emotions and actions, may they be clumsy and not. it's part of a relationship i myself do not explore, but i find it all the more fun to talk about with all of my characters. it always feels different and new and everyone has a different style and i really enjoy that... not sure, i really answered the question.

did you ever write a particularly kinky thread?

oh. heh. i do think so. anything goes with @mangher. the spicier the better and i don't think doing it on a plush toy is considered super kinky but it was still a very legit thread. c:

did you ever write a threesome?

yeeeeeah, not really regularly but there is something like that with my dear @tragedicn, involving our holy triangle but also with @ifritmade which is totally on me being slow but i do love that sleipnir x barnabas x clive stuff!

did you ever write about public sex?

hmm. plotted, definitely but i think there was definitely with @mangher at some point. but i hope there will be a new active thread of it one day soon!

[aspenforest732]

Libertias aut Mortis Chapter 35: No Way Home

Summary:

tw: martial law, minor character death, catatonic Frozen in the darkest moment

Notes:

‘text’ JSL Text thoughts Page break text page break Finding their way

Long after they’d disappeared into the dark tunnel, Asami stared after the rest of the kids following a vigilante who introduced themself as Sleipnir. She was in the last batch before Akira, and while she couldn’t remember much from her hours of “deprogramming,” they left her raw, like someone took a cheese grater to the side of her head.

New memories and different versions of old pushed against the barrier she threw up when they initially washed over her, threatening to drag her under. Once Akira was back to normal, once they were both safe, she could sort through them.

“Come on, kid, you must be exhausted,” Magne drew up beside her, giving just enough space. 

“Not till Akira’s back,” she snipped, jaw set in determination as she shifted slightly away from the tall woman.

The corner of her mouth twitched up as Magne shrugged. “Suit yourself. Most of us will be in the common area, but Dabi’s with them just in case.” She held up a hand as Asami started to protest. “The Doctor’s very particular about who’s allowed in the room during procedures. The moment you can see them, Dabi will let Hawks know.”

Asami reluctantly followed Magne back through winding halls, hesitating by the one that led to medical but continued before Magne could say anything. Just because her family wasn’t safe didn’t mean those who saved her twin were. They skirted around the edge of the massive staging area, footsteps echoing as they made their way past a memorial area and around the back of the stage. Warm spices and barely-audible words drifted down the smaller hallway. Only a handful of doors scattered the walls before the hallway opened into a gathering space. 

Horribly mismatched, plush furniture dotted the small living room beyond, and a soft, red and black rug stretched across most of the floor beyond the kitchen. Paintings hung on the walls varied from oil masterpieces to traditional scrolls to drawings families on tv would put on the fridge with colorful magnets. Knick knacks filled the space in chaotic patterns with no discernable purpose, nothing like the cookie-cutter presentation mother maintained. A shrine matching the one on stage sat in the nook with a masked dragon plushie atop it. The kitchen itself held a small collection of appliances that were at least somewhat more coordinated, and a full set of bartending tools sat tucked out of the way in a corner behind large selections of tea and coffee.

Twice was the only free original League member missing, but she did say most. A few sat hunched on a ratty green sofa with a faded floral pattern. Tokoyami sat mulling over his cards, his quirk barely the size of his forearm resting on the arm of the black chair he claimed. Hawks perched on an orange corduroy loveseat, but his eyes stared vacantly at the wall, barely paying attention to the card game, much less anyone in the room. Crimson feathers darted about and fell to the ground just as quickly as they rose, Asami and Magne picking their way between them.

Shifting the electrical kettle slightly so it better obscured her gaze, Asami stared at Akira’s clone. A memory she even now only hazily remembered pushed to the front. Mother paced back and forth in her office while Asami waited completely still behind her cramped work study station stacked with reports and paperwork. Mother ranted about… reputation? That’s usually what her rants were about, anyways. 

“If she would just give us this one thing, I swear we can force them back in line. Finally pull a star out of this nightmare of a batch.” What seemed like an off-hand comment before now made sense. Galatea’s quirk wasn’t commonly known across the family, but she’d found enough scraps, morsels of information to have a low-confidence guess. And now…

Asami winced as the boiling water splashed onto her hand and quickly set the kettle back. No one seemed to notice, so she just patted it off with a white towel with the words “caffeine before chaos” printed in black hanging on the oven door. Were those flamingos? She started to pull more cups down before remembering where she was. If they had an electric kettle, they wouldn’t expect her to go through the whole process, right?

Asami dared a glance up, eyes briefly meeting the clone’s before snapping over to the other League members. Most had a cup or mug in front of them, and those who didn’t were too absorbed in the game. Pushing off the counter, Asami daintily sat on an empty, mustard-cushioned chair, crossing her ankles underneath as she watched what looked like Uno.

As her tea drained, Asami grew more confused at what they were playing. The rules were all over the place, a combination of Uno, Go Fish, and… Bridge? How the hell did they even know what to do? None of those should work together, and from the scowls around the table, it certainly didn’t look like anyone enjoyed the game. Tokoyami kept trying to play a card, but his quirk - was it really sentient? Would take one look and boop another with its beak. 

Hawks jerked upright, and everyone snapped to him. His gaze softened, eyes quivering slightly as all aloft feathers fell. Hawks looked to the clone and shook his head. A whirlwind of emotions rocked their face as their gaze dropped to their lap. Magne swore, startling Asami with the intensity as she whipped her phone out and speed typed something. Shigaraki rubbed his neck with his knuckles but remained glaring at his hand. 

“Is someone going to fill me in?” Asami asked as the quiet stretched thin between them. Spinner glanced at her and got up, her breath catching as he passed. He simply left the common area towards the main compound.

“Isao’s dead,” Shigaraki said bluntly, tension bleeding through and breaking on those two words.

It took a moment for the name to register, only leaving Asami more confused. For the clone to be affected, maybe he had something to do with them? Or Akira, at least.

“He’s— was Akira’s mentor before they joined us,” Magne explained.

Is that why they freaked out? Asami nodded slowly, expressing condolences as an afterthought as she realized they were grieving. It didn’t sound like he was even part of their smaller group. Why did they care so much?

Hawks jumped, listening as his feathers rose in anticipation. They fell a moment later as his short, black talons fidgeted with the sofa arm. “It didn’t work.”

Tokoyami’s quirk keened and shrunk into his hand, displacing some cards as his feathers quivered. Asami glared at the relief that flitted across the clone’s face before they caught her staring and tucked back into themself. What were they doing here anyways? They had their Akira back, wasn’t the clone just a liability at this point?

“So are you going to try something else or…” Asami stared right back intently as the room turned to her. “If programming exists, there has to be reverse programming. I don’t know what cocktail you came up with to remove the fuckery with our heads, but that can’t be the only combination you can—”

“ That was the safest, least invasive ‘cocktail,’” Magne interrupted, tension rippling through her body as Asami fought not to lean back. “For them to be in there that long, Dabi must have approved a couple other things to try.”

“He approved ?” Asami stiffened, glaring at her. “A villain is deciding what procedures my sibling goes through, and from the sound of it, they’re experimental at that. Aren’t they a ward? Where the hell are their guardians in all this? Where is anyone who’s supposedly bankrolling this war?”

“I’m the closest thing they’ve got here.” 

Asami whipped around, stumbling slightly as she found her footing. Akira stared blankly ahead, eyes dull and greyer than ever before, only moving at Dabi’s nudges. “The hell did you do to them?” Asami stormed up, consequences be damned as warmth rolled off his body in waves.

He sighed, gently nudging them towards her as he ran a hand down his scarred face, staples snagging slightly on each other. “Listen, princess, I did nothing. I only allowed the Doctor to try things we all approved when we were figuring out what would work. None of them did. We’ll see how they’re doing in the morning, but for now, everyone fuck off to bed. Hawks, Isao?” His head tilted back as he sighed deeply. “Well shit . If they ask, don’t tell them until they’re in the clear. Minori made them snap, Isao might shatter them.”

Asami took Akira from Dabi’s side, guiding them with slight nudges and a hand on their elbow at first towards the living room but she redirected to the rooms. She looked to Hawks, who finally registered her, and after a moment, he nodded. Still, she didn’t let herself relax until they were inside Akira’s room with the door locked. 

She helped them undress and get into pajamas, finding an impossibly soft pair in a nonsensical drawer. Come on, this probably makes sense to them if this is how they’ve organized it . Asami turned away from the dresser, helping Akira into bed as the weight of their catatonic state hit. Unable to do anything on their own, slow response times, no recognition or show of emotion, abandoning movements halfway through.

Wherever Akira was, they certainly weren’t in control of their body. At best, their subconscious was. At worst… hopefully things would look even the slightest bit better in the morning.

Declaration of Martial Law (July 18th)

“Fine, and you’re sure you’ll all be okay staying in Musutafu?” Dabi paced back and forth across the beige conference room, pausing only as he got the final answer. “Fine. See you then.” He hung and up and swore, slamming back into his seat. “Yamazawa house will shelter in place until the final raid. Eraser’s convinced the kids to stay, but Anima will still help with intelligence through the Nighteye Agency.”

“So that just leaves warps for three Blue Fang in Musutafu. Spinner, anyone from Esuha?” Magne asked as he re-entered.

“Just Sleipnir and Jinx.”

Asami sat back in the surprisingly soft chair, the only parts of the room touched by the League’s chaotic style. Her gaze darted between the heads of the organization as she slowly came to realize was far larger than anyone expected. They at least used similar color categorization for divisions, but the need for two heads each - or at least one head and a civilian for Carmine…

The clone interjected, ‘ We’re pulling all associated vigilantes, martial law will generate far too much risk for them. Nine made it to Sado Island before everything shut down, so he’s at least legally stuck there. ’

“Why are they here?” Asami finally burst out. “They’re a clone made by the Wrens. How do we know they’re not working for them?”

The clone didn’t flinch, just looking down at the table as their neutral face fell slightly.

“They were. Now they know better,” Dabi put it simply. “We could say the same about you.”

Asami sat back, anger boiling up but avoiding the fire raging in his own eyes despite his deceptively calm tone.  Hawks gave them a curious glance but started his update on which limelight heroes would take refuge or otherwise move to the compound through their warp network. It didn’t sound like they had that many warpers, maybe it had to do with the goop warp that got her and Akira out?

She glanced over at her sibling, who still vacantly stared ahead dead to the world. This morning showed no change, and she wondered if they even managed to sleep. It didn’t take much to talk her way into the meeting, but after the last time she left Akira alone, Asami refused to risk leaving their side for more than a moment again.

The heads continued working on logistics of moving from the sounds of it tens of thousands of people back into direct range of the warp quirk. Every time she thought she had a grasp on the general size of the organization, an off-hand comment or cost of supplies sent her calculations spiraling upwards again. A couple hours into the meeting, Dabi took out his phone and frowned at the screen.

“Eraser? What changed?” His brows shot up then fell into determination as he scribbled something down. Asami leaned closer over the table, but the angle and distance was just the right combination to keep it illegible. 

He slid it to Twice the moment he finished, who took it after a moment too long. Something just seemed weird about him. He wasn’t contributing, and the way he disappeared last night before news about anyone…

“We’ll work on it,” Twice pushed off the table, wobbling slightly before adjusting. Maybe he was injured? She didn’t see him in medical, though. Oracle, who Asami still wasn’t entirely sure why the young heroine was involved in this, grinned brightly at the note and nodded more seriously, leaving for a side room with Twice.

“We’ll get him out. No, you don’t need to come. Focus on your kids.” Dabi finally ended the call and closed his eyes for a moment.  They snapped open as he turned to Shigaraki directly. “Kurogiri needs to be warped here within 24 hours before the Commission takes him. Hospital staff are on our side, guards aren’t.”

Shigaraki inhaled sharply and looked around at everyone gathered. “Then Oracle’s divining. Hawks, fetch what they need from us. Spinner, Magne, find the best way in from what blueprints you can get. What status effects is he under?”

“He’s on a couple SSRIs, but side effects are negligible. He’s no longer considered a threat to others or a flight risk but is on a low-level quirk suppressant. If we have them turn off that dosage, he should be able to warp us back.”

“Should?” Of course Asami knew the infamous warper, but even low-level suppressants were nothing to fuck with. 

The clone started signing before she continued. ‘ Those need to be completely out of his system before he tries to warp anywhere. Telefrag, taking a swim in the Pacific, free falling thousands of feet in the air— ’

“Then the Doctor will warp everyone out.”

The room fell dead silent at Shigaraki’s words as the hair on the back of Asami’s neck stood on end. She blinked in shock as the clone signed.

‘ The Doctor twisted him into a nomu. We can’t take that risk. ’

Notes:

I'm not sure if Isao and Compress count as minor or secondary characters in this? The usual metric, being named, doesn't really work here because Akira makes a point to know everyone's name they can. Where do y'all draw the line on that? And we now have the solid metric for the stages! We've been working up to martial law, which usually just gets enacted, but I wanted to build up the effects before going into full lockdown. Especially since Japan hasn't ever declared martial law. This felt like an appropriate time, though.

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[catschimericalcreations]

Eald Bycatch the Eeler's Choice Frankenplushie!

I know I said I didn't see myself making one, but I got inspired!

For the base, I used a baby blue teddy bear whose fur had a ripple / wave pattern

Eald Bycatch uses parts of eighteen different plushies; three of them I had to cut up specifically to build her, but the other fifteen donor parts came from my scrapbox.

(if you're interested, it's the base bear and the two dolphins - I used all of the dark blue dolphin but I still have the pale blue one's tail and the head of the Clintons bear I decapitated to form Eald Bycatch's body)

This makes Eald Bycatch the plush amalgam with the second most beanies used in her creation - Natalie Shoes the Earthbound / Mother 3 Horseantula chimera inspired by Loki's mutant horse child Sleipnir has her beat with combining parts of twenty one different stuffed animals!

My design for Eald Bycatch is heavily inspired by Doctor Alfred R Baldey the Marine Bearologist, a frankenplushie made for me by my partner for my birthday in 2022

Doctor A R Baldey's apperance is canonically the result of an accident in his lab that merged him with a deep sea eel and some frog spawn, so modeling Eald Bycatch on him seemed astonishingly appropriate!

Eald Bycatch is also a personal milestone for me; when I first started making frankenplushies back in 2020, I made Burr-Ty the Ars Goetia Demon plush based on Buer. At the time, my partner told me "I think this is the weirdest one you've made so far".

After that, every time I made a plush amalgamate that I thought was particularly weird, I'd show it to him and ask, "Is it weirder than Burr-Ty?"

And every time he'd take it from me, turn it around in his hands, think for a while and say, "No, I think Burr-Ty is still weirder."

Even Brr-sing, the Earthbound / Mother 3 Ostrelephant chimera only got a "oh, you're unique!" out of him.

This time, when I showed him Eald Bycatch, he held her up to the light, turned her this way and that, and said, "Hmm. Yeah. Yeah I think she's up there."

Finally.

If you want to lean more about the sexy sea lady that is Eald Bycatch, you should absolutely be listening to @eelerschoice season one, and consider bringing more wet beasts into the audiodrama sphere by donating to their season two crowdfund

I guess now I have to make Accounts from a Lonely Broadcast Station's Big Boy to be her shitty ex-boyfriend that all her eel friends hate...

tip jar

[carebearcurse]

The dead king watched as the culmination of his life's work spun together before his eyes. He felt a strange weight on his heart, like a great expectation has not been met. And he was disappointed, like a child finding out some saintly creature did not in fact leave presents for him on the morning of a holiday.

He had helped the newly awoken Ultima tear the wrapping off his gift and watched him run it through in just a few moments time. Clive laid out, eyes glazed over with some gripping spell.

It was Ultima, trying to gain a toehold. His arms crossed in front of his chest and he shuddered like he was ill.

Joshua could care less about the threat around or within him. Here in the Rift, his sole anchor needed his help. If Clive couldn't snap out of it, they were never getting out of here alive. Some part inside of himself had resigned itself to that fact especially now after Ultima's shard had cracked open his mind and invaded it. Like a fugue illness, reality had fallen away and everything passed as though through thick water to reach him. He remembered shoving Clive down. Then he remembered shoving something inside him.

Joshua's revulsion at his own body was offset by the hair-raising truth that taking Clive down had felt fantastic.

He did not need to shake Clive awake, Clive's eyes were open, and looking at him, and lo they swam with that same clear blue. Joshua couldn't help himself, spurting. "Clive! It's you, thank the Gods. We've got to get out of here."

The only Riftwalker now present was the Dominant of Darkness, who currently stood resurrected a few feet away beside a silvery slip of a fellow. "Yes, thank God." Barnabas butted in without any invocation, turning the situation back to himself. "If either of you two charges of my God want to go anywhere, it will be within the service of myself."

"And what, precisely, does that mean?" Joshua had always had the more noble streak in him, and it gave him the right to his haughty tone.

"You can't leave this abyss without a guide. You need me to open the door." Barnabas's hands slowly mimed making an opening and peering through the space at him and Joshua flushed a deep red.

The reality of Clive's moans rose fresh in his mind, his belly stirred in squeamish schoolboy guilt and desire. Barnabas's sudden twinge of a smirk let him know he had been read.

"Take us, then. Take us out of here." The Phoenix's voice was a little smaller, more guarded. Barbs loaded on his tongue died when he realized he needed the warlord to comply. Then, the idea that something terrible had transpired that had not yet crystallized gripped him.

If Ultima had intended to possess Clive by force, why was Clive huddled against him for warmth and safety now? Joshua extended an arm instinctly around Clive pulling him close. He used his hand to lightly turn those bright blue eyes back to his own.

The scruffiness. The scars.

Still Clive. Deeply shaken, but Clive.

Joshua almost gave in to the impulse to kiss those lips. He started to lean closer, before going rigid. He was looking at Clive's mouth while Clive stared at him with open bemusement.

They had crossed a line and could not put that back in the box now.

Barnabas felt left out, for he interjected his own will. "Now, now. There will be enough time to get to know eachother on the skin of this world, rather than in the bowels of its ethos."

He opened a Rift. It lead not to the Hideaway. Nor to Barnabas's hold. It lead to somewhere with a hearth bedecked with volcanic stone and comfortable looking love seats stacked with plush pillows. This was some sort of getaway. The warm firery regalia did not match the cold filagre of Ash, nor did it match the holy pastels of Sanbreque. Were they in Rosaria somewhere?

Sleipnir, discarded to the fringe of the group, came floatingly alive as the glassy mirror of the abyssal island became a rug laden, organic hearthstoned floor beneath their feet. He moved to ensure the room was as ordained by his liege.

Wine on the table. Fire stoked firmly with warm crackling wood. Piles of furs and blankets on chaises, pillows on loveseats or the floor.

Joshua was faintly relieved they did not reappear in the middle of a dinner at the Hideaway. He was tainted with sin now. Darkly it occurred to him that his own best case scenario was that he had scrubbed Ultima off himself and directly into his brother, like pouring hot poison down Clive's open trusting throat. Joshua, deep down, now feared his own loss of humanity to Ultima.

The Rift sealed away in a dance of blue, orange and black flames.

Barnabas sucked in a deep breath. He may have been a deep sea abomination now more Abyssal than human, but he still craved the heat of the human world. He still craved its comforts and delights. He stretched, bones popping in his aching new body. The weight of duty had not yet lifted from him. He felt it weighing on his liver perched like a gargoyle.

He moved forward, assertively pushing Joshua aside to extend a hand. He had wanted to touch Clive since he had seen Ultima sink Joshua's teeth into his neck. But he paused, fingers hovering above Clive's belly, as he smiled. "May I?"

"Fuck you." Clive managed to get out in hot stuttering anger as he recoiled. He stumbled backwards onto a plush seat. One naked knee drew up to his chest and he regarded his supposed captor with baleful hate. "Never touch me again."

"As you will." Was the low toned return, with no hint of a threat. Barnabas was not his usual self. This was weird. "Sleipnir will-"

"Neither of you!" Clive took the inch of strange freedom and pushed. It was not anger in his voice as it was, sorely panicked. Like a caged animal set free into an open field, disoriented. "Leave me fucking be."

Sleipnir had acquired a warm furred blanket with golden fringe. They held it out to Joshua, shaking it loose. Absolutely wordless, and face carefully composed into servile cat-like aloofness. If they felt something, they did not want to show it.

Joshua felt the fur fall into his arms, and without thinking he turned to spread it over Clive, wanting to smother his naked form from memory. The feel of it, the taste of it, the way it had shuddered harmoniously around his--

His hand traced down as he unconsciously tucked it around Clive's shoulder.

Joshua had to force himself to lift his touch from Clive. He needed to clear his mind, but he was caught in an eddy in his own skull, swirling around. He needed water, his eyes searched the table but only saw wine. Blood dark and sweet as it was bitter.

Wrapped in fur by Joshua himself, Clive felt a heaviness pushing down on him. Trust was a mist that clouded his judgement.

He felt a little nauseous. The smell of wine worsened it. Clive wrinkled his nose. He caught Barnabas smiling at him, his eyes flitted to meet Barnabas's, wide in remembrance of being violated repeatedly.

It all felt so distant, but it was all happening again. It horrified him. And left him with rhe lingering question: why was he letting it happen? Why wasn't he resisting?

His arms throbbed with the pain of being by struck repeatedly by Odin. His legs felt numb below the knees, but there was a warm chafed feeling stirred around inside his belly. Sleipnir pressed a warm mug of something hot into his hand. He took a sip without thinking. Warm cider, sweet and spiced.

Sleipnir knew how to tend to all manner of ills and woes. Now that Clive was comfortable with their draught, they cast half a glance over Joshua to assure they were whole before moving to tend to their resurrected king.

Barnabas let himself sink into an overstuffed chair, lounging as his belt strapped legs sprawled. There was a loud pop in his hips, and the undead man sighed. Being a spectre had been like being a genie trapped in a bottle he wanted to smash with his cock. Being alive again meant duty, meant work.

To the surprise of his supposed captive audience, he closed his murky eyes. His dark brow unfurrowed. Sleipnir's slight fingers came to orbit his temples, before dropping to grip his shoulders. They did not tire as their master did.

"Cid," Barnabas spoke, "you can leave if you want. We are within the borders of the Duchy of Rosaria now. You could easily make your way to anywhere you want from here."

"But know this, you carry with you something that you cannot remove. Same as your brother." Sleipnir's hands slid down his front, smoothing his shirt away from his collar, Barnabas's chest heaved upwards as he inhaled deeply. "And it would be more fortuitous for those who look to you for protection if you did not go home to slaughter them all."

When Sleipnir's hands went to his belted trousers, Barnabas shifted away from them. He did not want to be disrobed. That risked upsetting the fragile Cid out of their pliant state, who was bundled into safety in their seat.

The Lord Commander did not know what to do with themselves. "Can I get anyone anything? A drink, some food perhaps..."

Joshua's mouth tightened. Eating seemed like a faraway act, but it made sense. There was good reason to believe Barnabas had the firm upper hand here, and it was hard to believe they were not his prisoners. "And what if we wanted to leave?"

"And? What if you did?" Barnabas's voice was not a retort, it ended on an exploratory note. "Our business was finished ages ago, we are living in those circumstances now rendered in ink and blood. What remains to be seen is the results of an experiment you two performed," Barnabas spread his digits, interlacing them until the webbing between his pointer and his middle finger touched, "on behalf of our God."

Joshua parsed what he could. Clive was just dumbfounded.

But the Phoenix had garnered a critical thought. He folded his arms. He missed his gloves. What happened to them? Oh right. He took them off right before he touched soft skin, then penetrated it. "Is this thing you call your God inside Clive now? Waiting to show itself at some petty theatrical moment?"

If Joshua was guilty he turned it into indignation. "What kind of a God forces brother unto brother in-in such a depraved way?"

"Why did he make you two fuck?" Sleipnir asked rhetorically, turning a little so that their shorn hair and braid was tossed. "Are you sure that was Him? And not just ... you?"

The brooding Akashic king twitched at that. He could have shot lead from his eyes at his steed, most certainly wishing to retroactively geld the upstart of a pony.

"Not all gifts from God have meaning to us at first, like you, Habard." Barnabas Tharmr whispered, tilting his head back to gaze into the eyes of his lance. The stillness of Sleipnir looming over the king could have been mistaken for being hurt. Like a shade cast over unsuspecting prey, Sleipnir was poised.

They could have slit their zombie partner's throat with a single finger. They considered it for a minutia. Then they gently brushed the back of their knuckles over the warlord's rough stubble. He needed a shave. "My liege... Would you ever love me half as much as you love this idea of your God?"

They almost said it. But instead they bit down on it like it was a tiny escaping bird and smiled. "Yes, ... my liege."

They were all running on fumes. Patience was as thin as late summer ice.

"Be a good horse. Stoke the fire." Cozy Barnabas was a mood. "Show them to a room. Or two. If they so desperately need to be separated, to process themselves then facilitate that necessity. We might as well all be comfortable."

Sleipnir lead the human-fur burrito and the heir duke to a room. It had a four post bed, clean sheets, its own murmuring fire, even a vanity with an aged burnished mirror. "This could be your room, or yours." The cavalry offered to the brothers. "The next room is down at the end of the hall, past a flight of stairs, just a few doors away."

The idea of being separated or going home together right now caused a hitch in Clive's throat as he uttered, "I... I.."

He didnt want to say it. He was fraid of being alone. He was afraid, of being anywhere.

Even if Joshua's body had been weaponized like a bright sword, Clive wanted him close.

Joshua was a half step behind his brother veiled in thick fur, thinking about stabbing Sleipnir in the face and fleeing with Clive. They would run home to the Hideaway. To Jill. To Jote.

They would drag them into this. Ultima would sprout from one of them like a noxious weed. And destroy everything they both loved.

There was a chair.

"Clive, you should get some rest." Joshua moved to sit in the chair, as though to reassure himself his intentions were pure. "And I will keep watch."

With that, Sleipnir turned to go. No encouragement from him to separate the two brothers. They paused by the door, graceful hand going to smooth down the wood there, studying its knots snd whorls. "If either of you need anything... Just call for me."

They watched as Clive's body sank gratefully onto the bed. They watched their quarry utter an exhausted groan that half turned into a snore immediately. Sleipnir smiled at the seated Joshua, half knowingly. "Good luck." The steed said quietly, before exiting.

Joshua felt chilled inside his breast where that wound still gouged him. He put a hand to feel it, a frown tugging his usually secretive face down but his eyes traced the curved form of Clive in the dancing firelight.

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i have been getting SO incredibly lucky while thrifting for my loki costume, and today was no different— i said i wanted to find two identical plush horses, and then as if on cue they showed up right in front of me! you know what that means...

since my baby cthulhu plush was such a great conversation-piece last year, i figured it'd be fun to have a cute little plush sleipnir for this year's costume! i grafted the legs from one horse onto the other to make this, so i was also left with...

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I'm curious, do you own any horse plushies? if so (or if not) what's your favorite one of those?

Your account made me realize I don't have any horses and I feel like I ought to change that

My only horses right now are Ponniyu (my childhood build-a-bear) and Edda (the only Sleipnir plush I've ever seen, whom I just had to own)

I'm trying to save a bit of space for my bison, spider and camel plushies. But honestly I just buy whatever plushie I fall in love with.

Here's a group photo (and Ivan and Tele who didn't make it into the group photo)

Ponniyu, Trøstehund, Ninus, Åge, Snowy, and Lille-Leo are childhood plushies. The rest I got after moving out.

[pawsitivevibe]

Me: "I need some simple design ideas to practice making plushies."

My brain: "You should make an eight legged horse."

Me: "SIMPLE IDEAS."

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@paytonfc said: You don't believe in horses?

They aren’t real! Here, anyway. If they were, they’re long dead. The god Odin rides Sleipnir, a 6 legged horse, and I’ve seen a plush animal horse in the center of the planet that wants you very dead, and the monster Eligor has a two legged horse pulling his chariot, but those are the only horses.

It’s why we use chocobo as pack animals and mounts.