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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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Catboy!Mozart headcanons

╰┈➤ 😼 What if Mozart was a catboy? Meowzart, if you will?

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC • rating:G • wordcount: 920 • masterlist

a/n: First it was Nyapoleon and now I'm presenting you with... Meowzart. Thank you TheCarmineWanker on AO3 for proposing this idea, hope you enjoy!

When Mozart took his chance at afterlife, accepting the offer of the mysterious gentleman standing at his deathbed, he had no idea he'll be incarnated as a vampire… much less as a catboy vampire. He blames it on his own strange antics during his former life.

Strangely enough, Mozart feels at home in his new body. After all, he's always had that catboy in himself. Back in the day, despite being a member of the elite society of his time, he couldn't help his bursts of quirkiness when bored, and could be seen leaping over tables and chairs… He hopes noone would remember him for that.

The first thing he does upon waking up in the 19th century in the mansion of Comte de Saint-Germain is to… look for a mirror. Not just to observe the curios new attributes of what once was a human body, but to groom himself. It comes so naturally to him that he cannot find peace until he's thoroughly taken care of himself.

The pristine white fur on his cat ears and tail is short, but much like his human hair, it tends to get a little wild unless groomed and kept in order. The first request he extends towards the master of the house is not for enhancements of the piano room, but rather for top-quality hairbrushes and toilette products.

It's such a burden, to be reborn with the intention to devote yet another lifetime to music yet to still face obstacles in the way. Not that he can complain much. Having a near-immortal form that needs less sleep is a delight, if the price he has to pay is distracting himself for a portion of rouge every now and then, then so be it. But god, his catboy genes. They're a gift and a curse.

For one, he finds it harder to fight boredom. Which is funny because that's exactly how this side of himself manifested back in the day, when he reached his relatively low threshold of boredom.

Much like how cats need constant entertainment, Mozart needs something besides music in order for his brain to produce dopamine. He's never been the kind to move around much, and would prefer it if he never has to leave the mansion at all. Especially not via carriage. He claws at the carriage doors when someone tries to put him in one.

But catboy Mozart gets the zoomies every now and then, and he can't do anything about it. It often happens at night. It starts with the strange urge to trash his hand along the row of piano keys, pressing them in a random, chaotic order, creating a godawful cacophony of noises.

It feels good to do that. He has no explanation for it. It'd normally feel like nails on a chalkboard for him, yet bringing disorder after hours and hours of precise work feels so refreshing to him.

Then he exits the piano room to exhaust his pent-up energy elsewhere. He runs in the halls. Jumps over the long dining table and various other pieces of furniture. Thank god everyone else is fast asleep. Or are they?

He's a clean freak, so he cleans after himself. It's just a part of his routine at this point. He feels equal parts of satisfaction wreaking havoc and then bringing order afterwards.

As for the positive aspects of having this new form, Mozart is astonished to find his hearing greatly enhanced. He hears everything. It's all a musician like him can ask for.

You know how Mozart becomes chatty and giggly when he's drunk? It's only worse if we're talking about a drunk catboy Mozart.

He meows at people. Loudly. You can't have a normal conversation with him; to every question, he'll tilt his head with a curious "miau". The others are forced to meow back in some dire attempt to communicate with him to get down from the chandelier.

Upon the arrival of MC in the mansion, Mozart doesn't play around showing his "beast" side to her, being more than sure that she won't be able to put up with him. Her futile efforts at making friends with him are laughable and she needs to know exactly who she's trying to domesticate. He warns her about getting her face clawed at if she enters his room at the wrong time.

Despite the bumpy start, she naturally doesn't give up trying to get closer to him… until her patience and genuine care pass the test of time and acquaintanceship blooms into love.

Mozart becomes more willing to be himself infront of her, and in turn, MC helps him out by keeping him company when he gets the zoomies. She practically plays with him, makes sure he's not breaking any expensive mansion relics, chases after him and gets chased by him…

MC notices how important is for Mozart to be well-groomed, and begins to frequently brush his hair and cat ears for him.

The first time Mozart's tongue swaps across her cheek, it's shocking for both parties. For Mozart because he didn't even realize he's doing it, and for MC because it hits her what a special brand of affection this equals to.

MC gifts him a collar with a little bell on it, a very elegant one. She knows Mozart's love for certain noises, and he truly falls inlove with it - though he makes it clear that he'll only wear it in front of her. He might be a catboy but he's a catboy with dignity.

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i-never-forgot · 1 year ago

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…Do y’all think Dusknoir is naturally nocturnal?

Idk if it’s ever been mentioned in the Pokédex/series if ghost-types tend to be strictly nocturnal or are simply more active at night, but we’re going to hypothesize about the former real quick.

(Preemptively tagging @fujii-draws and @sincerely-sofie bc I’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on this!😊)

Concepts to consider:

Dusknoir being eepy in the daytime, therefore he zones out or dozes off if he’s not actively doing anything. I bet he still floats like horses fall asleep standing up. His eye just shuts and maybe he sags a little in place but other than that he looks like he’s just chilling. If he’s not careful he’ll nod off mid-conversation or mid-task if it’s rhythmic and/or muscle memory (thinking knitting or whittling or smth like that, although I’m not sure if he’d do either of those things specifically) since he would likely find such chores soothing in their monotony and tedium after All That™️.

It’s easier for him to stay awake when he’s in direct sunlight, but if he goes underground or catches a nice patch of shade he’s out like a light if he slows down long enough and is alone or with someone he trusts if they’re not busy. I can easily see him taking naps under trees leaned up against their trunks like this. (May or may not have a sketch of this very idea too…🤫)

Overall just imagining this big old ghost just kind of acting lethargic and even a little lazy if he gets to the place where he allows himself to be; floating around like a balloon in a gentle wind, conducting chores or running errands around town or w/e. Obviously he’d be more alert while exploring, but when he’s in rest mode he’ll probably try to take it easy to conserve energy.

Now for the flip side: night comes around and suddenly he’s Awake™️. He visibly perks up and gets more energetic, his movements quicker and more precise and his eye bright and attentive. He gets Ghost Zoomies and I’m sure the others would think it’s strange at first. It might take them a while to get used to it.

Mayhaps his instinctive nature would come out to play and he might even be a bit mischievous. Maybe he likes to Shadow Sneak around and spook his friends—an innocent, (mostly) harmless little game he honestly cannot recall the last time he played. Maybe they eventually start playing tag with him to see who can catch him in his more agile state. (I think Grovyle might enjoy this most once they both get past the trauma of Dusknoir being incorporeal and thus immune to attack chasing Grovyle. He’s so quick on his feet that I think they’d be fairly even matched, and I can see them totally being competitive and keeping score. Celebi would even add more fun to the mix being able to fly.)

Overall he’s just in a better mood. He’s concealed in the darkness and explores without as much worry about running into someone unsavory.

(Perhaps this is why he was so powerful in the future—perpetual darkness acts as a poor imitation of the darkest, longest night, after all. Maybe he has to readjust in the healed timeline since he’s never had to deal with daylight for extended periods of time. Maybe he gets a little weaker but he considers it a fair trade for his new and gentler lease on life.)

#it’s thinking about That Old Man™️ hours boys #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #explorers of sky #dusknoir #fisara’s scrawlings #headcanons #meta

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cry-ptidd · 2 years ago

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My OC, Angelique ‘Angel’ Delios, is a witch and an Empath.

An Empath is someone who can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing them to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. Some users may learn to read emotional imprints left into environment or objects. Usually over time, an Empath's power grows to the point that they can manipulate emotions in others, and possibly use them to empower themselves.

Angel is an eccentric, emotional, kind, and ‘too smart for her own good’ intelligent black teenage girl from America and confesses to being kind of crazy. And by her own admission, has a soft spot for monsters. Angel speaks her mind, even if it may sound crazy or strange to others, with her signature Mona Lisa smile followed by her usual series of airy giggles and is a very touchy feely person when she gets comfortable with someone, which is often when she first meets them due to her deep understanding of people and lacks any of the usual caution or social etiquette ordinary people do.

She has ‘Hellsing: Abridged’ mixed with ‘Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt’ dub humor and is always wearing her Mona Lisa smile and is always giggling about something. She is loosely based off of Delirium and Death from ‘The Sandman,’ Winter from the ‘Lunar Chronicles,’ Gojo from JJK, and is pretty much the embodiment of every Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Ray, and Insane Clown Posse song.

- Angel figures out that Alucard is Count Dracula when they first met and she even pointed it out by playfully calling him ‘Count Dracula’ and wasn’t shy about teasing him in good fun.

- When she starts getting comfortable around him, she would lean against him or causally play with his gorgeous hair or steal his hat and sunglasses and wear them on herself.

- Angel is very much a modern teen and teases Alucard about being an old man and even calls him a Boomer whenever he remakes on certain modern things such as Angel’s eccentric sense of fashion or her technology or her unorthodox way of doing things.

- Angel can transform into a small white iridescent snake and black and white spotted rabbit and enjoys being held by either Seras or Alucard.

- She calls his late night walks his ‘eldritch zoomies.’

- She refers to the medical blood packs he’s always sucking on his ‘caprisuns.’

- She also gave him the nickname ‘Al’ and uses often, has him saved as ‘💖Lulu💖’ on her phone, calls him ‘Allie’ when he’s being particularly snowflaky, Or if he’s being an asshole she’ll call him the ‘Crimson Fucker’ (shoutout Team Fourstar!).

- Because she is an Empath, she knows what goes on beneath what Alucard chooses to show to others and brings up his troubles only when they are alone and knows his internal struggles and mechanisms. Also, if Angel focuses long enough on Alucard, she can hear and feel the souls trapped inside of him, sometimes she can even hear them screaming. She tries not to dig too deeply, both because she knows that people who are aware that she is an Empath don’t like it and if she is connected to Alucard for too long, she will start to cry, shedding both her own tears and his blood ones.

- And due to her abilities, and only under certain circumstances, Angel can blanket her presence around Alucard as a way of calming him down like a heated weighted blanket.

- There’s this one scene that sums up Angel’s view/relationship on Alucard where someone exclaims that Alucard is a monster, to which Angel lazily shifts her gaze from the person and Alucard while still wearing her Mona Lisa smile and just softly giggles, shaking her head, and says, “No, that’s not a monster. That’s just Al.”

- Despite her love for the modern age she was born into, Angel is a bit of an old soul though, she loves the vintage jazz vinyl records that she inherited from her mother.

- due to her family and her being a witch, can talk about certain archaic and ancient historical subjects for hours, usually about certain things that she shouldn’t know or that most people would understand. And occasionally, Angel would randomly drop facts and knowledge that humanity either doesn’t know or got wrong that either leaves everyone befuddled and having more questions than answers. (this plays into the multiple mythologies that tie together in this fanfic, it’s a sort of omnism I got going on).

- Angel is a witch and worships and pays homage to the Old Gods of the Pantheons, particularly the Greek and Orisha Pantheons due to her being Black Greek.

- This story gets into the colonization, cultural appropriation, generational trauma, and the violence and prejudice against others caused by the Christian church, both past and present.

- Angel also possesses powerful glamour magic (a hereditary ability in her family). Her glamour reflects her mental state, and since Angel is half-mad, her glamours can be both whimsical and strange. For instance, whenever she’s deep in thought or bored, Angel will summon goldfish/koi-fish or butterflies to fly above and swarm around her. Her hair and makeup and outfits are always bright and attention-grabbing. Her black hair either in it’s loose thick and curly state but with added bright colors or set in beautiful and complicated braids with beads or small trinkets added to it that jingle when she moves, her makeup matches her outfits and also contain glitter and or rhinestones.

- Angel is also a beast tamer, an unofficial occupation she obtained due to her Empath abilities and something that Sir Integra is silently thankful for when dealing with creatures outside of vampires.

- Basically, Angel and Alucard two chaotic peas in a pod and have a very strange brother-sister/father-daughter relationship. She and Alucard have a relationship that I can best describe that if the relationship of Paul and Carl from ‘Llamas with Hats’ and Katya and Trixie Mattel got together, sprinkled some dark-ass humor, cryptic speech patterns, and a shared love of chaos, and produced a bastard child. Also the ‘who’s who’ dynamic switches a lot between them.

Angelique!! Behold!!

#long post #not my oc #angelique delios #late reply… my honest apologies #witch oc!!! that sounds like such a cool concept #out here being unusual with the gals #oc rambling

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howdy-cowpoke · 1 year ago

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TIMING: Early January LOCATION: Prickly Pear Acres PARTIES: Monty (@howdy-cowpoke) & Wynne (@ohwynne) SUMMARY: Wynne is able to finally come pick up their kitten, and they have a nice heart to heart with Monty during the visit. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

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Though they had seriously considered biking out to Gatlin Fields, it seemed a bad idea after a little bit of thought. While, sure, the distance was doable, they also were going to have quite a bit of cargo on the way back and Wynne didn’t expect a kitten would enjoy being strapped to a bike for at least an hour in the cold winter wind. And so through a series of events and requests they’d ended up in Teddy’s busily decorated car, driving with high levels of anxiety without the proper paperwork. (They’d been afraid to go back after the BMV after everything that had gone down with Beau, you see.)

The most important thing was that they arrived, body and car intact. Some of their unease dissipated at the familiar smell of the farm, even if it also sparked another sense of unease — one that came with the familiarity of home. They reminded themself they were here for a good and high cause, though, and continued to walk up to the gate. It wasn’t soon until a farmhand approached them and after mentioning Monty, Wynne was pointed in the direction of one of the houses.

It was strange, really. Not similar to home and yet, similar all the same. Their eyes moved from animal to animal, longing to rest their head against the neck of a cow like they had down at home — but they also knew better than to approach and touch a strange cow unexpectedly. They remained steadfast, eventually knocking on the door they’d been pointed to and waiting patiently for it to open, smiling at the man who appeared eventually. “Hi! It’s me. Wynne. I’m sorry if I’m a little late! But I’m here for the kitten.”

—

There was one kitten left that’d remained at the house, unmentioned by the farmer when he spoke of them to others not because he didn’t care for it, but because it had been reserved for someone who had yet to retrieve it. Life had a way of putting wrenches in one’s plans, he’d found, so he didn’t fuss about it, simply keeping the little creature happy and thriving until the person that had asked to keep it could make their way here.

And wouldn’t you know it, today was the day! Monty had a crate ready, as well as a small care package—a baggie with a few meals worth of food, a couple of toys, and a large piece of the blanket the kitten had been born on and had slept on all these nights, to keep him feeling secure. At the moment, he was bouncing around the living room with his brother and sister that had temporarily come back to stay until Gael returned to town, their mother watching quietly from a perch Monty had placed for her high up on the wall. Sometimes she needed a break from the kids, too.

Pulling the door open and smiling to see Wynne standing there, Monty ushered them inside. “No problem! He is as ready as he’ll ever be!” The ginger cat, currently in the grip of a wild case of zoomies, darted past the front door before freezing in his tracks to stare at the stranger. His sister, a black and white ball of fur, crashed into him from behind and the two started to wrestle on the floor while their brother watched from the arm of the couch. Monty laughed, shutting the door behind Wynne as they moved farther into the home. “He’s very… energetic, so you might want to invest in some ‘hands free’ toys for him.”

—

Ariadne had spoken highly of Monty, which made Wynne feel an immediate sense of ease around the farmer. It helped that he’d been kind and understanding online, not placing the kitten with someone else only because they had – up until now – been unable to retrieve the tiny thing. Now that they had a place to live again (with a view of the ocean, no less!) it seemed like the right time. They couldn’t really bring a cat home to Ariadne’s place, after all — what with animals being afraid of her.

He was a warm kind of person, that was obvious from the start. They followed the farmer inside, eyes scanning the place with a curious intrigue but being ripped away from this focus as a red cat zoomed past them. A nervous laugh fell from their lips, which soon turned into a sound of endearment. There had been plenty of cats back home, running around like this as kittens before they started fulfilling their purpose in the community: hunting mice.

Maybe it made sense for Wynne to get a barncat. “Oh, he’s adorable! And yes, very energetic it seems.” They could already see it, a tiny red cat purring on their new furniture, courtesy of Teddy. Their eyes tracked the cat for a moment before landing back on Monty. “I’ll definitely do that. How is he around other animals? I don’t have any other pets but my —” They searched for a word to describe Emilio with. “Friend has a dog who sometimes comes over.” And there was that tiny demon, too, but he went best unmentioned. “And thank you again for being so patient! It was definitely worth the wait for me.” Their mind flashed to when they’d first asked about the kittens — it had been right after the barn. They changed topic, “How are your horses?”

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“Oh, very good! Sometimes the dogs come inside, and they’ve all gotten along very well. Even Philip likes the cats, and the cats seem to like him!” Monty explained. “Philip is a goat, who also happens to be a large chicken—at least when it comes to thunderstorms. He insists on sleeping in my bed, but he has been a very convenient heating pad for the cats,” he laughed. “Ah, it is no trouble at all. I know how things can sometimes get in the way, yes? I figured you would still want him sooner or later.” He motioned for them to come deeper into the house, pointing toward the back corner of the living room. “I have a crate for you, just over there. He was sleeping in it earlier, so I think he doesn’t hate it, at least.”

They asked about the horses, and the cowboy smiled. “Wonderful! Jicama had her foal, and he’s doing very well. Habanero has not managed to get out of his stall since the last time he had me chasing him all the way into town, so that is good.” He looked from Wynne to the cat they were meant to take home with them, and then to a window.

“If you like… I could give a tour of the farm before you take off? Meet some of the other animals, si? Only if you are not in a hurry though, I do not want to take up too much of your time.”

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Their face brightened as Monty told them about all the different animals. They were such harmless creatures, the ones kept on a farm — though a horse could kick you and a goat could headbutt you, of course. There was something tranquil about it. “That’s amazing. About the cat, but also about Philip. I’m glad to hear he doesn’t have to be afraid and alone during the thunder storms.” They hadn’t really had many goats back at home, as it were sheep who were more present. Wynne still thought them funny creatures. “Sometimes I guess things do, but it’s still very considerate. I definitely still do want him! And I live in a place much better suited for him now, I reckon. That’s perfect, thank you.” They tried to find the little cat, considering the name options they’d come up with. It was hard to decide.

A foal! Wynne was beaming again. “Oh, that’s amazing!” It had always been the happiest moments at home, when new animals were born. Birth was uplifting where death wasn’t — and though they shouldn’t feel that way, though that went against Protherian scripture, it still was something that held up to this day.

“Really? That would be amazing. I’m in no hurry, I’ve nothing planned for the day. And I’d really like to meet the foal and all the other horses.” It had been so long since they’d been surrounded with that many animals. Since they’d been able to press their palm against a horse’s neck and breathe in. “You have cows too, right? I always like them best. So peaceful.”

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“Oh yes. Many cows,” Monty laughed, gesturing toward the rear of the house that would lead them out to the nearest barn. It was just about time to turn out the animals for a few hours to let them stretch their legs before the warmest part of the day receded to make way for a frigid, early night. The zombie led Wynne through and out the back door, to the first barn on their right—the horse stables. There were a handful of farmhands milling about, getting the simple rope leads on the horses in preparation for putting them out to pasture. Monty took Wynne over to Jicama’s stall, where Taro was flicking his ears impatiently, ready to go run around in the snow. He was a bit grown by now but still smaller than his mother, and still sporting those gangly legs that didn’t quite look like they ought to be able to bear his weight. The young, stark white foal stepped up to the gate as they approached, sticking his head out over the top of the gate and immediately trying to nose their hands to see if they had treats. “Ay, baba,” Monty cooed affectionately, rubbing a palm up his slender snout and then making room for Wynne to say hello.

“I can hear them moving the cows out now—once we get these horses to their pasture, we can go say hello!”

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There would be plenty of time for them to spend with the kitten down the line, Wynne figured, and so they followed Monty out while giving their new pet a glance over their shoulder. They felt giddy, full of life, and it was an overwhelming thing, even if it made them feel light at the same time. It made them quiet, though, as the farmer led them around. Filled with a longing for home that they hadn’t felt in a long time, so twisted and confusing that they weren’t sure what to do with it. But the animals made it better.

They leaned against the gate as the foal approached, sticking out a hand for the small foal to sniff before reaching down and petting his long neck. His coat was soft and fluffy, eyes wide and curious and Wynne felt like maybe it would all be okay, everything in their life. They murmured something soft, “Hey, you’re a pretty one, aren’t you. Look at you.” They were smiling widely, eyes a little hazy. They didn’t want to cry, because what if the farmer demanded an explanation for their tears? What if he wanted them to justify their emotions as they had always done back at home?

They looked up at him after blinking a few times. “Alright. I’ve done that before, if you trust me to do it. It’d be nice, for them, to get outside, hm?” They blinked again. “Thank you for showing me.”

—

There was a sadness about them, a sort of melancholic cloud that clashed with their outward smile and cheerful demeanor. Monty watched closely as they interacted with the foal, easily recognizing that conflict inside of them that they were fighting to keep reined in. He’d felt it many times before. Happy, but carefully happy. Treating it like it was fragile, like it might shatter in their hands if they gripped it too tight, if they loved it too hard. Yes, he knew this well. He saw their hesitation, their mask, and wondered what had crafted it.

But it wasn’t his place to ask.

So he just smiled back, as warmly and genuinely as he could. “Of course I trust you, Wynne. And I know you have experience around horses, so I am not worried.” He grabbed the two rope leads that hung from a hook beside the stall, passing one to Wynne to let them get Taro fitted while he himself opened the gate and stepped into the stall to slip his over Jicama’s head. Both were patient and cooperative, filing out of the stall one at a time to join the parade of horses being guided out of the barn. As they walked, Monty fell into step beside Wynne. Beyond the pasture they were headed for, the cows could be seen romping in the recent snowfall, a few of them racing to and fro and kicking their legs, happy to be out of their barn for the day. He chuckled, then nudged Wynne lightly with his shoulder. “Look at them. Not a care in the world, ah? Oh, to be like a cow…” He grinned again, shifting his focus to catch their gaze. “You know you are welcome here any time, sí? You do not even need to ask. You can come visit the animals as you please.”

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They took the lead and felt comfortable with it in their hands, even if their mind was drowning in their own thoughts. This was the great thing about animals, though: there wasn’t much they could do with your thoughts. They could offer comfort, sure, but their worlds revolved around other basic tasks. And you, as their keeper, offered a helping hand. Their inner turmoil didn’t matter to Taro. The foal just wanted to get out to his pasture and Wynne was glad that they had such a clear cut-out task.

And what a good horse it was. They let him sniff their hand before fitting the halter around his head and soon enough they were heading out. The heat radiating of the small horse, the gentle trod of it — it was enough to bring a certain level of peace to their mind.

They smiled at the cows, one hand placed on Taro’s neck as they halted. “I’d really like that. They have very nice lives,” they said, observing the cows with a serene expression on their face. “A horse wouldn’t be so bad to be either.” They were quiet for a moment, looking up at the farmer. “That’s really nice. I’d like that. I could help out, if you ever need a hand, just volunteering.” Wynne’s hand mindlessly moved up and down Taro’s neck. It was good to reconnect with a part of them, they found, even if it made them sad. “My girlfriend Ariadne spoke highly of you, and I see she was completely right to do so. As always.”

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At the mention of Aria, Monty’s grin grew. “Ah, well, I think she would speak highly of just about anyone,” he responded, unlatching the gate and pushing it inward, “but I am flattered.” He thought briefly of the whole kidnapping ordeal as he walked Jicama into the pasture, slipping off her halter and letting her move past him, her foal bringing up the rear shortly after Wynne had removed his halter as well. It made his smile fall a bit, and he motioned for Wynne to step closer so the rest of the horses led by other farm hands could be let out to graze as well. “How is she doing, by the way? I know she’s tough, but after everything…” He glanced over at them, his concern and empathy written clearly on his face. He’d been held hostage before, after all. He was lucky, he supposed, that his captors had eventually become his family… well, it was a better alternative to what Ariadne had suffered, anyway. He wondered if he should have brought that up with her when they spoke last, if he should have connected with her by sharing this experience, but it hadn’t felt right at the time. “I know… what it is like. If she’s… struggling, I could offer some… advice? Comfort, I suppose. I don’t know.” He shook his head, looking back out over the field as the horses ran and played. “... come. Your cows are waiting,” the man added with a soft, sad smile, motioning for Wynne to follow him.

—

They smiled as well, “That’s true, she’s very positive about most people.” Maybe too positive. Wynne admired it about Ariadne, though, that she’d stayed so kind despite. “It is … it’s nice, that she has someone who knows what she is and doesn’t think she’s bad for it.” They remembered how apologetic Ariadne had been when telling them that she was a mare. As if she could do anything about what she’d forcibly become. “She’s tough. But it’s been … she’s been struggling sometimes. I worry about her. I also … understand how some of what happened is like.”

They cast their eyes down the pasture, lips tightly pushed together in a line. “I was going to say we could come by together next time, but the animals don’t like her. Which is the only thing I dislike about animals.” They laughed a little, a bit guiltily. As if they were ashamed to admit that they’d cast judgment on something as innocent as an animal. “I’m sorry, though. That you can relate. Did bad things happen to you?” They looked up now as they walked alongside Monty, towards the cows. They would make a conversation like this easier with their calm energy, at least.

—

Monty sucked in a soft breath, shaking his head. “It would be unfair of me to think she was bad because of what she is… I have many friends who could have the same thing said about them. And… me, and all of the people here? On the farm? We all know what it is like to be undead.” As he said it, he glanced around at the workers that were visible from where they were—Toulouse and Bentley were loading hay bales up into the truck to go deposit them at the farther ends of the pastures. Beth and Sam were getting the last of the horses out to the paddock, while Daisy walked with Chen toward the sheep barn with a checklist of chores to be done. “We might not be the same kind of dead that Aria is, but… we can sympathize with the complications she faces.” Besides the animal aspect, of course, which Wynne brought up next.

“I understand,” he offered, offering Wynne a somber glance. It was unfortunate that Aria couldn’t come to the farm like she wanted, and he could see why it might upset the both of them, not being able to be around animals. It would certainly upset him.

The next question had him pausing in a thoughtful silence as he unlatched the gate to the field where the cows romped. “I was taken, when I was much younger,” he explained as they moved into the pasture, locking the gate again behind him. “Held captive by a gang of… ruffians. They decided I would be useful to have around, better alive than dead, and eventually they were right.” He wasn’t sure how much more of it he should get into it with them, glancing their way again as they took a few more steps into the field, cows already on their way over to inspect the pair and nose them for treats. “But that was all very long ago. I died for them, and the payoff was not very good,” he laughed. “Así es la vida.”

—

Wynne stopped walking for a moment, their mind having to catch up what Monty was saying. Ariadne had told them that Monty knew what she was, but she hadn’t said any of this — which was fair enough. “Huh?” They blinked, started walking again. “Are you all … are you all undead?” They felt a shiver run up their spine, wondered what they were. Vampires? What else was there again … zombies, right? They looked at Monty and then at the farm, at all the people out and about with the animals and they wondered quite too many things. “I didn’t – I didn’t know. I thought you were just .. like me, like maybe you knew about things and were okay. But then that is good. That is good that she knows people like her.” Because Wynne would never be able to really understand it, would they?

Maybe there was no better place to discuss past abductions than a field full of cows. They were quiet as Monty told about his past, contemplative. It made them feel downtrodden, that there was so much pain in the past and present. That there were such cruel people out there. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” they said quietly. “Even if it was long ago.” He seemed kind, though, and that made them glad. It wasn’t hard to see why Ariadne would like him, as she remained so kind despite her suffering as well. “So … what happened when you died?” A pause. “If that’s not too forward.”

They extended a hand to one of the cow’s snouts, its cold wetness familiar. Wynne felt a longing for home. “A clan of vampires took me. It was a while ago, but not long. That was why I … why I kind of dropped off. And why it took a while for me to get here.” They let the cow lick their hand, inhaled sharply at the touch. “It was scary. Sometimes it still is.” They tried to recall what he’d said, “Es la vida.”

—

Monty nodded casually, as if it was a fairly normal thing to be explaining. “Sí, I only hire undead folks to work and live here. Having a community does us good, I think. Helps us keep our… unfortunate dietary needs from getting out of hand, yes?” He rubbed the neck of a friendly cow that was pressing her head to his side, ears flicking this way and that. “Keeping undead folks safe and fed is the true purpose of the farm, not so much the dairy that we sell.”

When they expressed their sympathy to his past situation, all Monty could do was shrug. They asked about his death, and that flippancy was quick to dissolve, however, leaving him staring off into the middle distance for a few beats. “It’s not too forward, do not worry,” he assured them with a smile as he gathered himself again, clearing his throat. “I was bitten many years before I died, actually. Had an unfortunate run-in with a man during a storm… I thought he was just starving to death and mad from exposure, I didn’t… realize what that bite meant until, oh… seventeen years later, or so? There were… well. I was shot a few times. The people I ran with, they assumed me dead, of course, because… I was. I just did not stay dead. And when I woke up again, I was not myself. I turned on them. It was… an ugly sight.” He straightened his spine and looked down at the cattle vying for his attention, offering both hands for pets.

He frowned at their story, feeling terrible that they’d had to endure something like that. “It is not fair for people so young as you to have to deal with things like that,” he lamented, conveniently forgetting the fact that he’d not even grown out of his teen years when he was abducted. “I don’t know if it will help, but I’ve found that as time goes on, the grief doesn’t go away but instead, you grow beyond it and it ends up being a very small part of you. Important, but small.”

—

They were staring ahead, wondering what Monty meant by saying keeping undead fed. They remembered the barn they’d nearly died in and looked at the barns around them, wondering for a dark moment if there were people in there. It was an ugly thought, because Monty had been nothing but kind, was not snatching them up to put them away for a feast later. Wynne swallowed and edged to the side a little. “That is good. I’m glad they have somewhere to go. That is good.” Maybe they ate the animals. Maybe that was what he meant. And yet their mind was stuck on that burning building.

They tried to just focus on the cows with their calm eyes, such serenity around them. As Monty continued to speak, they pieced together what he had to be — a zombie, something they’d only ever heard Emilio speak of but not a kind of person they’d met yet. Wynne was quiet for a moment. “That sounds like it was very hard,” they said. They weren’t entirely sure what had happened when the other had turned on his people, but they could paint a picture. “Again, I am sorry that happened. I know it’s not hard to lose people and I’ve only lost a few.” They wondered if it was like that for many undead, that they had lost a lot of people because they outlived them. The thought struck them as it always did when they thought of their unchanging natures and they petted the calf in stead of crying.

“I don’t think it’s fair that people have to endure things like that regardless of age,” Wynne said simply. Besides, they often felt older than their years, anyway. It was probably because they had lived past their own expiration date, because they had attempted to fit a full life in twenty one years and now had to go on living anyway. They looked at Monty and his kind, insightful words. “That does help. I will remember that.” They scratched the calf behind its ear. “Thank you. For that, and the kitten, and letting me see the animals. I’m glad we met.”

#. thread ;#. with ; wynne hughes #. hard times ;

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the-hellsing-organisation · 2 years ago

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I meant ‘boo-boo,’ damn autocorrect and my southern upbringing lol

My OC, Angelique ‘Angel’ Delios, is a witch and an Empath. An Empath is someone who can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing them to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. Some users may learn to read emotional imprints left into environment or objects. Usually over time, an Empath's power grows to the point that they can manipulate emotions in others, and possibly use them to empower themselves.

Angel is an half-mad, eccentric, emotional, kind, and ‘too smart for her own good’ intelligent black teenage girl from America and confesses to not being the most sanest person in the world. And by her own admission, has a soft spot for monsters. Angel speaks her mind, even if it may sound crazy or strange to others, with her signature Mona Lisa smile followed by her usual series of airy giggles and is a very touchy feely person when she gets comfortable with someone, which is often when she first meets them due to her deep understanding of people and lacks any of the usual caution or social etiquette ordinary people do.

She has ‘Hellsing: Abridged’ mixed with ‘Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt’ dub humor and is always wearing her Mona Lisa smile and is always giggling about something. She is loosely based off of Delirium from ‘The Sandman,’ Winter from the ‘Lunar Chronicles,’ Gojo from JJK, and is pretty much the embodiment of every Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Ray, and Insane Clown Posse song.

In my slowly - very slowly - progressing story, Angel kind of just..shows up like a stray cat. And like a stray cat, she comes and goes wherever and whenever she pleases, mostly due to the other supernatural stuff she’s dealing with outside of helping or hanging around Hellsing. Angel figures out that Alucard is or was Count Dracula when they first met and she even pointed it out by playfully calling him ‘Count Dracula’ and wasn’t shy about teasing him in good fun. When she starts getting comfortable around him, she would lean against him or causally play with his gorgeous hair or steal his hat and sunglasses and wear them on herself.

Angel is very much a modern teen and teases Alucard about being an old man and even calls him a Boomer whenever he remakes on certain modern things such as Angel’s eccentric sense of fashion or her technology or her unorthodox way of doing things.

~ Angel can transform into a small white iridescent snake and black and white spotted rabbit and enjoys being held by either Seras or Alucard.

~ She calls Alucard’s late night walks his ‘eldritch zoomies.’

~ She refers to the medical blood packs he’s always sucking on his ‘caprisuns.’

~ She also gave him the nickname ‘Al’ and uses often, has him saved as ‘💖Lulu💖’ on her phone, calls him ‘Alie’ when he’s being particularly snowflaky, Or if he’s being an asshole she’ll call him the ‘Crimson Fucker’ (shoutout Team Fourstar!).

~Because she is an Empath, she knows what goes on beneath what Alucard chooses to show to others and brings up his troubles only when they are alone and knows his internal struggles and mechanisms. Also, if Angel focuses long enough on Alucard, she can hear and feel the souls trapped inside of him, sometimes she can even hear them screaming. She tries not to dig too deeply, both because she knows that people who are aware that she is an Empath don’t like it and if she is connected to Alucard for too long, she will start to cry, shedding both her own tears and his.

~ And due to her abilities, and only under certain circumstances, Angel can blanket her presence around Alucard as a way of calming him or anyone down like a heated weighted blanket.

~ There’s this one scene that sums up Angel’s view/relationship on Alucard where someone exclaims that Alucard is a monster, to which Angel lazily shifts her gaze from the person and Alucard while still wearing her Mona Lisa smile and just softly giggles, shakes her head, and says, “No, that’s not a monster. That’s just Al.”

~ Despite her love for the modern age she was born into, Angel is a bit of an old soul though, she loves the vintage jazz vinyl records that she inherited from her mother.

~ Angel worships and pays homage to the Old Gods of the Pantheons, particularly the Greek and Orisha Pantheons due to her being Black Greek. This story gets into the colonization, cultural appropriation, generational trauma, and the violence and prejudice against others caused by the Christian church, both past and present.

~ Angel also possesses powerful glamour magic (a hereditary ability in her family). Her glamour reflects her mental state, and since Angel is half-mad, her glamours can be both whimsical and strange. For instance, whenever she’s deep in thought or bored, Angel will subconsciously summon goldfish/koi-fish or butterflies to fly above and swarm around her. She mainly uses her glamour to change her hair and eye color to something bold and stunning to match her flamboyant personality.

~ Angel is a beast tamer, an unofficial occupation she obtained due to her Empath abilities and something that Sir Integra is silently thankful for when dealing with creatures outside of vampires.

~ Basically, Angel and Alucard two chaotic peas in a pod and have a very strange brother-sister/father-daughter relationship.

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#Hellsing oc #Oc #Long post

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elixirvitae · 2 years ago

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Okay than, I’ll shoot my shot;

How would Alucard react to or treat an Empath?

My OC, Angel, is a witch and an Empath. An Empath is someone who can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing them to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. Some users may learn to read emotional imprints left into environment or objects. Usually over time, an Empath's power grows to the point that they can manipulate emotions in others, and possibly use them to empower themselves.

Angel is an eccentric, emotional, kind, and ‘too smart for her own good’ intelligent black teenage girl and confesses to being kind of crazy. And by her own admission, has a soft spot for monsters. Angel speaks her mind, even if it may sound crazy or strange to others, with her signature Mona Lisa smile followed by her usual series of airy giggles and is a very touchy feely person when she gets comfortable with someone, which is often when she first meets them due to her deep understanding of people.

In my slowly - very slowly - progressing story, Angel figures out that Alucard is or was Count Dracula when they first met and even pointed it out by playfully calling him ‘Count Dracula’ and wasn’t shy about teasing him in good fun.

~ When she starts getting comfortable around him, she would lean against him or causally play with his gorgeous hair or steal his hat and sunglasses and wear them on herself.

~ Angel is very much a modern teen and teases Alucard about being an old man and even calls him a ‘boomer’ when he remakes on certain modern things such as Angel’s eccentric sense of fashion or her technology or her unorthodox way of doing things.

~ She calls his little late night walks his ‘eldritch zoomies.’

~ She refers to the medical blood packs he’s always sucking on his ‘caprisuns.’

~ She also gave him the nickname ‘Al’ and called him ‘Allie’ when he’s being particularly snowflaky. Or if he’s being an asshole she’ll call him the ‘Crimson Fucker’ (shoutout Team Fourstar!).

Because she is an Empath, she knows what goes on beneath what Alucard chooses to show to others and brings up his troubles only when they are alone and knows his internal struggles and mechanisms. And due to her abilities, and only under certain circumstances, Angel can blanket her presence around Alucard as a way of calming him down like a heated weighted blanket.

Despite her love for the modern age she was born into, Angel is a bit of an old soul though, she loves the vintage jazz vinyl records that she inherited from her mother and due to the resources she has access to due to her family and her being a witch, can talk about certain archaic and ancient historical subjects for hours, usually about certain things that she shouldn’t know or that most people would understand.

Basically, they’re two chaotic peas in a pod and have a very strange relationship.

As you can see, it’s a lot but i this is the compacted version but I just needed to geek out about my OC to someone and get your opinion since you’re a bloody genius when it comes to having a deeper understanding of Alucard and Hellsing lore in general.

Thank you for your compliments! I'm glad my thoughts resonate!

Your character is really interesting, and she has a lot in common with mine so I do have some thoughts for you regarding someone with clairsentient abilities. So if we figure it exists in a literal sense in the Hellsing verse, I think he would steer clear of her as soon as he learned she was an Empath, while acting as casually as he can of course. Being close enough to touch him would not be comfortable for him. He works very hard to conceal all those pesky thoughts and feelings so nobody knows they exist. I also believe it would be very difficult to get a read on Alucard himself, because he is a hive of consciousnesses and their memories and feelings. I think it would take an empath a duration of time with enough interaction with him to start to pick out a pattern of the feelings that came up when they were near each other, and narrow down what seemed the most likely to be Alucard's own feelings.

He'd probably react in anger the first time she brought up his feelings on a matter, and would probably be rude for a while. The strongest feeling he would be radiating would be, I think, that of a wolf cornered by a hunter.

I think initially he'd be very firm about not talking about anything she gets from him that isn't a conscious, verbal sharing of information. Not to him, or especially anyone else. Eventually, once that boundary has been respected, he'd start to open up to her. But I think he would hate the idea of having his feelings manipulated and I don't see him letting up on that. I love the idea of your oc earning his trust so he can have somebody just to hang out and just be himself with. He'd be the coolest best friend. And you can bet if he trusts her that much, he'd go to war for her. He loves jazz music! He'll share old records of his from the first half of the 20th century. He loved American music, and he would tell her about all the legendary black artists that gave us the evolution of music into what we know it to be now. Of course he gushes about Screamin' Jay Hawkins. My OC is an anthropologist and specializes in occult and mysticism! So our characters have in common that they can talk about such things with Alucard, and I think Alucard would really enjoy being able to talk about things from history without having to give context to everything or explain what he was talking about. I have a headcanon that he would text both oc's with a random picture and tell them to blazon it as Heraldry. They text each other back and forth doing this when they're bored. Or whenever they see something weird.

#this was fun because Alva is clairsentient especially by means of touch #so i had plenty of thoughts to pull from #thanks for the ask!#alucard hc #oc

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corvidcrybaby · 2 years ago

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Some users may learn to read emotional imprints left into environment or objects. Usually over time, an Empath's power grows to the point that they can manipulate emotions in others, and possibly use them to empower themselves. Angel is an eccentric, emotional, kind, and ‘too smart for her own good’ intelligent black teenage girl from America and confesses to being kind of crazy. And by her own admission, has a soft spot for monsters. Angel speaks her mind, even if it may sound crazy or strange to others, with her signature Mona Lisa smile followed by her usual series of airy giggles and is a very touchy feely person when she gets comfortable with someone, which is often when she first meets them due to her deep understanding of people and lacks any of the usual caution or social etiquette ordinary people do.

~ She has ‘Hellsing: Abridged’ mixed with ‘Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt’ dub humor and is always wearing her Mona Lisa smile and is always giggling about something. She is loosely based off of Delirium from ‘The Sandman,’ Winter from the ‘Lunar Chronicles,’ Gojo from JJK, and is pretty much the embodiment of every Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Ray, and Insane Clown Posse song. In my slowly - very slowly - progressing story, Angel kind of just..shows up like a stray cat. And like a stray cat, she comes and goes wherever and whenever she pleases, mostly due to the other supernatural stuff she’s dealing with outside of helping or hanging around Hellsing.

~ Angel figures out that Alucard is or was Count Dracula when they first met and she even pointed it out by playfully calling him ‘Count Dracula’ and wasn’t shy about teasing him in good fun.

~When she starts getting comfortable around him, she would lean against him or causally play with his gorgeous hair or steal his hat and sunglasses and wear them on herself.

~ Angel is very much a modern teen and teases Alucard about being an old man and even calls him a Boomer whenever he remakes on certain modern things such as Angel’s eccentric sense of fashion or her technology or her unorthodox way of doing things.

~ Angel can transform into a small white iridescent snake and black and white spotted rabbit and enjoys being held by either Seras or Alucard.

~ She calls his late night walks his ‘eldritch zoomies.’

~ She refers to the medical blood packs he’s always sucking on his ‘caprisuns.’

~ She also gave him the nickname ‘Al’ and uses it often, has him saved as ‘💖Lulu💖’ on her phone, calls him ‘Allie’ when he’s being particularly snowflaky, Or if he’s being an asshole she’ll call him the ‘Crimson Fucker’ (shoutout Team Fourstar!).

~ Because she is an Empath, she knows what goes on beneath what Alucard chooses to show to others and brings up his troubles only when they are alone and knows his internal struggles and mechanisms. Also, if Angel focuses long enough on Alucard, she can hear and feel the souls trapped inside of him, sometimes she can even hear them screaming. She tries not to dig too deeply, both because she knows that people who are aware that she is an Empath don’t like it and if she is connected to Alucard for too long, she will start to cry, shedding both her own tears and his. And due to her abilities, and only under certain circumstances, Angel can blanket her presence around Alucard as a way of calming him down like a heated weighted blanket.

~ There’s this one scene that sums up Angel’s view/relationship on Alucard where someone exclaims that Alucard is a monster, to which Angel lazily shifts her gaze from the person and Alucard while still wearing her Mona Lisa smile and just softly giggles and says, “No, that’s not a monster. That’s just Al.”

~ Due to the resources she has access to due to her family and her being a witch, can talk about certain archaic and ancient historical subjects for hours, usually about certain things that she shouldn’t know or that most people would understand. And occasionally, Angel would randomly drop facts and knowledge that humanity either doesn’t know or got wrong that either leaves everyone befuddled and having more questions than answers. (this plays into the multiple mythologies that tie together in this fanfic, it’s a sort of omnism I got going on). Angel is a witch and worships and pays homage to the Old Gods of the Pantheons, particularly the Greek and Orisha Pantheons due to her being Black Greek. This story gets into the colonization, cultural appropriation and erasure, generational trauma, and the violence and prejudice against others caused by the Christian church, both past and present.

~ Angel also possesses powerful glamour magic (a hereditary ability in her family). Her glamour reflects her mental state, and since Angel is half-mad, her glamours can be both whimsical and strange. For instance, whenever she’s deep in thought or bored, Angel will summon goldfish/koi-fish or butterflies to fly above and swarm around her.

~ Angel is also a beast tamer, an unofficial occupation she obtained due to her Empath abilities and something that Sir Integra is silently thankful for when dealing with creatures outside of vampires.

~ Basically, Angel and Alucard two chaotic peas in a pod and have a very strange brother-sister/father-daughter relationship.

Okay so wowee I'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but all I can say is GOSH I hardly think you needed my feedback on anything because it's clear that you've put a ton of effort into constructing this OC! A lot of thought has gone into this and I like how many different angles you considered the relationship your OC has to Alucard and how they mirror and contrast one another. I'm also always one for introducing more political commentary into Hellsing - the show is already p damn political but actual exploration of generational trauma due to colonization, genocide and more is just... My shit. Something I do a lot of with Zemira, in her own way. I also like that you've given her more of a familial bond with Alucard because that's not something we see a ton of in Hellsing - his dynamics with Integra and Seras, while close, are both power dynamics which makes this a unique perspective. All told I love the energy here and I dig your OC a lot! Thank you for sharing her with me!

#ask box #hellsing #hellsing oc #others ocs #hellsing fanfiction #the fact other ppl want my feedback on their ocs is like HUH WHA HUH I'M JUST SOME BITCH I PROMISE YOU

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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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"Here we go, the 3am zoomies..." Yoongi. Hybrid, fluff. -🖤

strawberry ice cream:

pairing: carpenter! yoongi x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || hybrid au ||

summary: yoongi’s solution to your 3am outbursts always ended in sweet kisses that tasted of sweet coffee and strawberry ice cream.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, yoongi being the softy he is <3 reader is a howl’s moving castle enthusiast

notes: prompt from this drabble game!!

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Yoongi knew exactly what he was getting himself into when Namjoon had asked if you could come and stay with him. a new permanent home for you, and a new friend for Yoongi.

because as much as he’d hate to admit it, Yoongi had spent months researching bunny hybrids before he’d even been offered to house you. where he’d been cocooned in blankets of an evening, absorbed into his own little bubble of the internet where he’d be able to learn anything and everything about the life of a bunny hybrid; and what he as a human could do to provide the proper care for your kind.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it’s just, Yoongi had been enamoured by you minutes after your first introduction and he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling off since. fingers always itching to tease over the base of your ears, fur the prettiest shade of snow white and the cutest little squeak you’d let out when surprised. you were bashful, never too loud though he’d caught onto your little bursts of pent-up energy which would shine through—ever so pretty and ever so perfect, Yoongi couldn’t help the saccharine fondness that slithered its way into his heart.

Namjoon loved you, he truly did, just as much as you loved him back— but with his rise in fame and touring the country for book tours for weeks on end with no sign of this new life fizzling out, he couldn’t be around as much as you needed him to be. and so, the solution; Yoongi.

a solution you hadn’t been upset with, because Yoongi had a habit of spoiling you more than Namjoon did.

the carpenter didn't mind an extra pair of hands around the workshop, endeared when you’d take a catnap on the worn-down couch at the back of room, where your little bunny ears would twitch with every clatter of his tools hitting the work surface or the gentle ding of the bell above the door.

he’d spend most evenings carving out little bunnies that you’d paint of a morning before you helped sweep the floors after lunch— rewarded with a tub of fluffy strawberry ice cream and a coffee-mingled kiss before Yoongi got back to work for the afternoon. both humming along to whatever plays on the radio until the sun sets and you’re wriggling around, always hungry just as the shop is ready to close up for the night.

you’d read on the windowsill, slices of orange sunlight warming your cheeks, often distracted as you simply people watch; giving Yoongi a running commentary on everyone that passes the shop, or how maybe you should one day get a dog together.

“i already have a cute bunny, why would i need a dog?” you hadn’t been able to see his smile with his back turned to you, but you could hear it in his voice.

he’d muffled a laugh, drowned out by the slick noise of chipping wood when he’d seen the strawberry-ice cream pink hue dusting your cheeks.

it had always been a little ironic how much you loved anything that bounced. a little habit Namjoon had left out when making sure Yoongi knew every little detail about you. a habit that took months for him to figure out.

he’d been out grocery shopping, and you’d been so invested in Howl’s Moving Castle, flopped over the couch, he’d simply left you to finish the movie while he’d run some errands. not expecting you to be jumping on the couch when he’d gotten home.

you’d been embarrassed, fumbling to apologize, but Yoongi hadn’t cared all that much— not when you looked the happiest, you’d been since moving in with him.

and it had been cute until the first couch broke, springs snapping under the weight of your constant bouncing.

you’d cried, and Yoongi had held you until you’d hiccupped in his arms with a watery apology that he silenced with a kiss to your forehead, and enough reassurance that he wasn’t mad, his own panic sizzling mellow when you stopped falling head-first into a panic attack.

after the second couch had folded, you’d moved to the bed, wary that Yoongi’s patience could surely only run so thin when this is the second time you’d ruined a piece of furniture.

“what’s this?” Yoongi had patted over the mattress one evening, divot a little more noticeable when he pulls the duvet away. it felt like déjà vu, pearly tears glazing your cheeks with stuttered out apologies and gentle kisses to placate your worries; because Yoongi could never find it in himself to get mad at you, not when he knows you hadn’t done it on purpose.

he’d bought you a mini trampoline for the living room, an easy solution to this problem. the perfect solution even, with you hopping in the living room and his furniture fully intact, really Yoongi felt like he’d outdone himself this time round.

it was a noise complaint from the downstairs neighbours that had the trampoline shucked onto the balcony, your feet thumping a little harder against the floor on the days it was too cold to go out there and bounce. truly a problem on nights like these when you just couldn’t seem to settle down. bouncing from one room to another, almost burning your arm while he’s been cooking.

“here we go, the 3am zoomies” Yoongi grunts, no venom behind his words at all, if anything he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, “hey! no bouncing on the couch” he wags a finger at you in warning.

you hop off the couch, “but yoongi” you whine, your ears flopping over your forehead, and Yoongi sighs.

“i know, doll. how about we go out?”

“where?” you bounce on your toes, hands falling on Yoongi’s shoulders when you almost trip over the edge of the rug; his hands falling onto your hips to hold you steady.

“what do you think about ice cream?”

“strawberry?”

and Yoongi laughs when he catches sight of your tail twitching from over your shoulder, cottony fur erratic with excitement.

“if that’s what you want, bun” he smooths your ears down the back of your head, tickling the base with the tips of his fingers; and you shiver in his hold, practically vibrating in his arms.

“let’s go” you tug on his sleeve.

“you need to put your shoes on first, my love” he reminds you, letting you tie your laces in the car, his own excitement hard to contain when you looked this happy.

nights like these were Yoongi’s favourite, knees knocking with one another as you sit on stools by the window of the convenience store, one of your hands tucked in his pocket to keep warm, fingers laced.

Yoongi’s kisses always tasted sugary sweet from the coffee, your tongue peeking out for a taste, a little more addicting than the bitter stuff he drank at home.

and Yoongi would chase after your lips, kissing you back because it tasted like strawberry ice cream and forever promises of a future where the two of you could stay like this forever.

the sweetness of your lips sating his sweet tooth, and cementing his ever-growing love in your heart, knowing you’d found a home in his.

🍓thank you for reading <3 feedback is always encouraged!!

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raegalliard · 3 years ago

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artwork drawn by @izzayylmao

CATBOY! PORCO GALLIARD MASTERLIST

A Surprising Catpanion --> 18+ **minors DO NOT interact** f! bodied reader | the most annoying cat in the world keeps showing up in your house, eating your food. you give up and accept having him in your house, until you come home late after a night out– and it turns out your cat isn’t just a cat. good luck dealing with a cat hybrid.

Handfasting --> f! bodied reader | your sweet catboy companion and boyfriend? happens to see a wedding on tv for the first time while you're out shopping, and upon learning what a wedding is, asks to marry you. what do you do?

Doctor --> 18+ **minors DO NOT interact** f! bodied reader | taking your poor, sick catboy boyfriend to the doctor proves to be more of a challenge than you had ever anticipated.

Drabble --> 18+ **minors DO NOT interact** f! bodied reader | catboy! Porco in heat and his behavior, his reaction when he finally gets reader pregnant

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | "keep that shit up fuzz butt and you're not getting any tuna"

Headcanon --> what does catboy! Porco look like and what inspired the color/kind of cat

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | having company over for the first time/having company over with catboy! Porco

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | can reader and catboy! Porco's babies touch his ears?

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | catboy! Porco meets Reiner for the first time

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | catboy! Porco encounters a dog with reader for the first time

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | catboy! Porco reacts to a snow day for the first time with reader

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | reader brings home a massive ball of yarn for catboy! Porco-- he may or may not get stuck.

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | the first time Porco makes biscuits on you, he accidentally digs claws in

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | Porco steals your lasagna, your beloved midnight snack.

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | you go for a walk with Porco and interact a stray cat

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | you're getting ready for the babies to be born in nesting mode, catboy! Porco comes to your aid to have you sit down and rest, with snuggles, purrs, and biscuits-- you also get an explanation from a prior interaction

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | you're startled awake by some strange, loud noises... Only to discover that your catboy husband has the zoomies in the living room. He's caught in the act, now what?

Drabble --> f! bodied reader | Porco reacting to your monthly cycles, mostly

#nav #no minors seriously no

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fernisworm · 4 years ago

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Hey again! Can you do a Lycan Karl x fem reader? I want to know more about "supermoons and shit" lol. What he's like and how hes different around reader vs full moons. Red moons and blue moons I'm also curious about. Does he get violent with reader? Or is he just more unpredictable and might jump reader unexpectedly with kisses? Does it differ depending what kind of moon it is? Just weird moon stuff. Can't wait to hear back! Keep being your awesome self! :)

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Fr though? means a lot to me that y’all seem so invested in my lycan!karl headcanons 👉👈 and just thank you in general you’re so kind to me hjdgjhgj <3

anyway time for weird moon stuff!!!! lycan!karl brainrot babey!!!!

❀ Characters: Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x Fem! Reader

❀ Warnings: Cursing

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☪ I’ve already given a few examples of how Karl acts on regular old full moons

☪ Canine/wolfish impulses are more prominent and frequent around full moons

☪ Tends to have more energy too, especially on full moons which is why he tends to disappear into the forest for a while during these times

☪ I’ve also mentioned how it affects his wolf senses (e.g bright lights irritate him, loud sounds make his ears hurt, strong smells make him feel sick, etc.)

☪ Can be more irritable too

☪ By now you’ve gotten used to how Karl acts on full moons but it’s an understatement to say you’re caught off-guard by special moon events

☪ Karl doesn’t keep up with the moon phases (like a fuckin tool smh) and if he hasn’t seen the moon in a while he can generally gauge the phase it’s at by the way he’s feeling

Supermoons

☪ Oh boy the surprise you felt when Karl got zoomies at like 11pm one night

☪ He was acting so fucking??? strange???? and you had no idea why???

☪ You were very worried but then you found out it was a supermoon that night

☪ ???

☪ How does he have so much fucking energy???

☪ Imagine the tiktok wolf girl when she jumps up and down on all fours at 2x speed but for like thirty minutes straight

☪ Karl continued to switched haphazardly between his werewolf form and his human form the entire night

☪ You were tired of his shit after the first hour so you got back in bed and deadass were just gonna go back to sleep

☪ Karl seemed like he was fine and there didn’t seem like there was much that you could do for him anyway lmao

☪ He proceeded to jump up and down beside you on the bed

☪ Switched between jumping normally and jumping on all fours

☪ (once again, please imagine the tiktok wolf girl)

☪ The weirdest part of the entire thing was that despite him changing between his forms at the drop of a penny he would also act like a werewolf when he was still human

☪ Like ???

☪ Karl was completely disoriented

☪ And he wouldn’t let you sleep

☪ I mean you did try to sleep again but you were woken up by the sound of Karl ransacking the kitchen

☪ You literally rushed into the kitchen only to see him standing on the counter and pulling random food from the cupboards

☪ You had to chase him out of the kitchen with a broom

☪ You even managed to get him outside so you locked the doors to the factory

☪ HE LITERALLY SCRATCHED UP THE DOORS LIKE A FERAL ANIMAL TRYING TO GET IN BEFORE REMEMBERING HE COULD MANIPULATE THE METAL

☪ KARL LITERALLY NEARLY TORE APART THE DOORS IN WEREWOLF (AND JUST REGULAR FUCKING HUMAN) FORM BEFORE ACTUALLY OPENING THEM LIKE A CIVILISED INDIVIDUAL

☪ Heisenberg literally kept you up until like 5am girl

☪ He had zoomies all the way until the moon set which is when he crashed

☪ And he crashed HARD

☪ It was like the entire night he’d been using energy he didn’t even have

☪ You were also fucking exhausted from the shit-show of the night before so you both cuddled and slept all day and effectively ruined your sleep schedules for a while

☪ Mf didn’t even remember half of what happened

☪ Karl was just glad he didn’t get violent tbh

☪ In all honesty you might have preferred if he did, rather than turning into a literal stray puppy with an annoying amount of energy

☪ It’s safe to say that you kept yourself up to date with the moon phases and events after that <3

☪ Supermoons are one thing, but they aren’t the only moon events you’ve experienced during your time with Karl

☪ Thankfully you had been monitoring moon events for a while before you realised a blood moon was coming up

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!! IMPORTANT A/N!!!!! I know that I’ve previously commented on how Karl acts on eclipses HOWEVER it clashes with the ideas i address in this post so i’m about to amend any overlapping problems lmao !!

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Blood Moons (Lunar Eclipses) ft. Super Blood Moons

☪ Karl told you there was nothing to worry about with the blood moon

☪ I mean obviously he’s only ever experienced it alone (and probably had no idea it was actually a blood moon) but nonetheless he insists that you shouldn’t worry

☪ Of course, you didn’t believe him, and geared yourself up the entire day

☪ You followed Karl’s every move, never taking your eyes off of him

☪ The moment the moon rose, nothing happened

☪ The hour following the moon rising, nothing happened

☪ You were becoming confused which annoyed Karl to some extent

☪ “What the fuck were you expecting to happen?”

☪ He sounded much more annoyed than usual but you understood that you’d been hovering over his shoulder all day

☪ But the weirdest part was that even after that tiny interaction Karl was showing symptoms of wolfing-out

☪ You decided not to point it out to him, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation, so instead you just kept an eye on him

☪ Small inconveniences would piss him off easier than usual

☪ Overall he seemed far more impulsive than what regular “Karl standards” could be defined as

☪ He seemed to be... leaning on his wolf-instincts an awful lot

☪ When you asked Karl if he was going to go out to the forest (like he does on most full moons) he actually became quite defensive

☪ “What’s that supposed to mean, (Y/n)? Trying to get rid of me or something?”

☪ His tone suggested that it was only a lighthearted joke but he didn’t express that very well visually

☪ It didn’t take you long to realise that the blood moon was doing all of this to Karl

☪ He was moody, impulsive, and practically on the verge of wolfing out the entire moon

☪ It was almost as if Karl was trying to fight with his wolf-instincts (making him not want to transform and just overall be on edge)

☪ Of course... you pointed this out to him after the blood moon had completely ended and there was no longer the risk of him wolfing out

☪ You thought he was moody during the blood moon? girl just wait until the super blood moon

☪ Imagine the overabundance of energy before coupled with extreme impulsiveness of an angsty werewolf

☪ You thought he was going to have another case of the zoomies but it was... quite the opposite actually??

☪ Like previous blood moons Karl refused to transform but he was absolutely still hopped up on energy from the supermoon

☪ Man was literally unable to sit still, constantly bouncing his legs or pacing around the room

☪ “Why don’t you just transform? You can go and let some steam off, then-”

☪ “If I go into the forest now I actually don’t think I’ll ever come back, (Y/n)”

☪ You laughed but didn’t want to test his theory

☪ You weren’t sure why blood moons brought out Karl’s wolf instincts so much but it sure as hell was annoying to put up with, especially when he refused to transform

☪ For instance he would comment on every smell in the room

☪ “You’re being too loud!” and stuff like that

☪ God he is so moody

☪ “Can you not sit like that?”

☪ “What? Why?”

☪ “It’s annoying me.”

☪ “How is it-?”

☪ “jUST PLEASE CAN YOU SIT A DIFFERENT WAY”

☪ Little things like that will set him off and you can tell how desperately he’s trying to not wolf-out

☪ Not that you’d care if he did

☪ You understand that the moon tends to have a lot of control over Karl’s emotions so you try not to blame him for the way he acts

☪ But seriously who the fuck complains about someone breathing too loudly

☪ Karl you need therapy or sumn

☪ He also just tends to use his wolf instincts as a crutch without meaning to on blood moons

☪ He hates that he does and it’s a contributing factor to why he doesn’t want to transform

☪ But also Karl just gets it into his brain that because he’s relying on his wolf instincts a lot more during blood moons it means he’s gonna be more aggressive when he’s a werewolf

☪ I mean not true at all but at least he cares

☪ Super blood moons are the worst because he gets annoyed simply by the fact that he has so much energy

☪ Gets angry that he’s bouncing his own leg or crossing and uncrossing his own arms

☪ Like girl nobody has control over that but you so idk

Solar Eclipses

☪ These kinda of eclipses pertain the most to the original concept I had for lunar eclipses

☪ (Cue the notice I had earlier about fixing continuity errors lmao)

☪ Though most of the day is normal, the very moment the eclipse itself starts you begin to notice things out of the ordinary with Karl

☪ At first it’s nothing more than him seeming a little more tired than usual

☪ After about a quarter of the eclipse he starts yawning a whole lot and even starts to get the sniffles

☪ His condition only worsens from there, getting more physically tired and even sick as the eclipse progresses

☪ At about the halfway mark he’s almost completely bed-ridden (or more fittingly, couch-ridden) by normal standards

☪ As I’ve previously mentioned he’ll try and continue to work as if there isn’t an eclipse happening and like he’s totally fine

☪ Three quarters of the way in he’ll tend to give up and let you take care of him

☪ Karl always makes it out to be him ‘allowing’ you to take care of him but in reality he can barely move and doesn’t have much choice anyway lmao

☪ He quite literally never gets sick so it’s funny to you when a solar eclipse rolls around

☪ When the eclipse it at it’s totality (or really anywhere from three quarters onward) Karl finds it impossible to transform

☪ Even if he could he’d be too tired to anyway lmao

☪ Literally copying and pasting from my headcanons post;

🌟 Like Karl is totally incapable of changing????

🌟 You aren’t sure if it’s actually a biological thing or if he’s just internally convinced himself that he needs the moon to change

🌟 The full moon affecting his mood/sensitivity is definitely a bio thing tho

🌟 Either way on total eclipses he just mopes around all day

☪ ^ these all hold up with the final version of the moon behaviours headcanons ^

☪ Overall it just gives you a chance to give back to Karl since he likes to do things for you more than he likes accepting you doing things for him :]

Blue Moons

☪ Remember the blood moon business? yeah well imagine the exact opposite of that and you have blue moons

☪ The weird thing is Karl generally cannot remember anything at all during/proceeding a blue moon (when he can usually recall what happens during other wacky moon events)

☪ He tends to become more ‘grounded’ and ‘authentic’ during blue moons

☪ That’s the only way you’re able to describe it honestly

☪ It’s like he no longer has the urge to hide any feelings he might have (about anything, really)

☪ He is very very blunt and doesn’t filter anything out before he says it (which honestly just sounds like regular Karl lmao)

☪ He gets quite???? clingy????

☪ I mean you in no way hate this it’s just kind of outta pocket for Karl which makes it a little confronting

☪ He gets surges of motivation and inspiration too

☪ Overall he seems more driven to work/create things

☪ Karl actually made a bouquet of metal flowers for you one blue moon 👉👈

☪ The funniest part was the next day when he asked where the fuck you got them from LMAO

☪ You keep them around and always present in the room

☪ After telling Karl that he made them for you he actually got quite embarrassed

☪ “What? Man, the moon must have really been messing with me, I don’t remember that at all... they’re so ugly, too, obviously I wasn’t ‘all there’ when the thought dawned on me!”

☪ “Well I think they’re lovely, thank u :] *smooch* ”

☪ “ᵒ⁻ᵒʰ ᵘʰ ⁿᵒ ʷᵒʳʳᶦᵉˢ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ʰᵃʰᵃ (#^▽^#)ゞ”

☪ Usually quite determined with anything and everything he does on blue moons

☪ Particularly spoiling you ngl

☪ Like Karl loves to do things for you and act like it’s no big deal but when I say he spoils you on blue moons I mean he SPOILS you girl

☪ Whether it’s with gifts or lots of little gestures he ensures that you feel like an absolute ✨QUEEN✨

☪ Lots of affection is given out too

☪ Plenty of kisses and cuddles

☪ Will not stop telling you how thankful he is that you’ve stuck around

☪ Nearly started crying once after telling you exactly that

☪ You’ve actually taken to calling this Heisenberg “Blue Moon Karl” because of the sheer divide in his personality that’s shown

☪ Blue Moon Karl is extremely thoughtful, too

☪ Just likes to think

☪ And sure, Blue Moon Karl is great and all, but sometimes he can get a bit... overbearing

☪ Like okay pal I get it you’re really glad that you have me but that’s the fourth time you’ve said it in the past hour please stop crying

☪ You adore this side of Karl but you wish that “Blue Moon” Karl had more control over his emotions :/

☪ And of course you enjoy cuddles and stuff but... Blue Moon Karl likes to take “clingy” to whole different level

☪ Like yeah it’s cute and all when he drags you down to his workshop bc he wants to be near you all the time but you literally cannot catch a break

☪ You love him very very much HOWEVER you still thoroughly enjoy being able to get away for a while to be on your own

☪ “Where are you going? :c”

☪ “Oh, I just have to drop into Alcina’s quickly to return a book I borrowed from her the other day, I won’t be long-”

☪ “Can I come with you? 👉👈“

☪ “Sorry, Karl, but I don’t think Alcina will be too happy if you tag along with me.”

☪ “B-but you’re gonna be there, and I’m gonna be stuck here!!! 🥺🥺“

☪ “Yeah but I’m not gonna be long, I promise that I’ll be as quick as I can- oh god please don’t cry okay you can come with me just please do not start sobbing again I am BEGGING you-”

☪ Your favourite part is telling Karl about it all the next day

☪ “...And I really started crying?”

☪ “Yeah, you said you were really glad that I’d stuck around or something then you burst into tears again.”

☪ “But didn’t you just say-”

☪ “That you did that already? Yeah you did this like seven times in the span of three hours idk what to tell you man, but don’t even get me started on how many times you started crying for literally any other reason”

☪ Honestly if Blue Moon Karl stuck around for any longer than a day or two you think you might have actually gone insane by now

☪ Thankfully you’ve built up a tolerance and can handle him pretty well now lmao

☪ Basically you’re an avid moon phase/moon event watcher because Karl refuses to be

☪ And there’s NO WAY you’re going into a moon event blind after the first few times it happened

☪ Now you have ample time and experience to be able to deal with Karl during different moon events and everything (generally) goes well

☪ It’s an understatement to say Karl keeps you on your toes lmao

☪ He is very grateful for you tho, nobody’s ever been concerned with his well-being during different moons and stuff before 👉👈

☪ Unfortunately for Karl he’d already blabbed that to you during a blue moon LMAO

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA loved writing this request tysm!! >:]

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ganymedesclock · 4 years ago

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Ah. My social ineptitude strikes again^^; sorry sorry

It is okay! I would just like to answer questions about / discuss my own headcanons, or, if you personally have a headcanon you want to discuss.

Here are some of my own Hornet headcanons!

She’s actually kinda terrible about getting a reliable amount of sleep, considering she’s one of the few people in the kingdom who knew about the Radiance and thus the actual vector of infection being dreams- so she pushed herself really hard to sleep as little as possible and even now has kind of a reflexive distrust about getting too comfortable. If she’s ever caught napping (which is hard, as she’s a very light sleeper in the first place) she tends to be propped up or otherwise ready to go at any moment. More rarely, she’ll sleep curled up but clutching her needle.

Having spent part of her upbringing in the hive she actually has a sweet tooth that she rarely gets to cut on things and doesn’t want to admit to. Honey makes her homesick.

Uses natural stoicism and impatience/diligence to mask that she’s actually bad at holding conversations or expressing feelings in general. Like Disney-Mulan-Trying-To-Bond-With-Men levels of awkward. Hornet will just say shit and have to deal with the consequences. She is a slave to the part of her brain that translates everything into the rudest possible way to say it and her resting serious face makes it hard to tell the times she regrets it from the times she doesn’t

Between Hornet and Ghost, Hornet has the zoomies actually way more often than Ghost does. That is not to say Ghost will never chaotically yeet themselves or enjoy it, but that their thought process is more the equivalent of ‘oh this is going to be so efficient here I go’ cue something improbable and potentially unsafe, while Hornet will sometimes chaotically yeet herself simply because she has been sitting quietly for way too long and if she doesn’t move she’s gonna flip her shit so There She Goes

Sometimes Hornet Goes Fishing. The blue lake yields weird copepod-type things. Hornet has detailed opinions about how almost all of them taste.

I think Hornet would actually find Zote sort of funny like the first time she meets him she thinks he’s a liability and tries to kill him but he just falls off a ledge or something and then later shows up, again?? and just keeps showing up, and Hornet has no idea how to parse it but it slowly tickles her undernourished sense of humor until eventually it’s just sort of a strange cosmic reassurance. They get hit by a catastrophic storm, and she slogs through it trying to prevent it from tearing down buildings, and distantly hears the sound of grumbling. Ah. There’s Zote. Right on schedule.

Modern fantastic AU Hornet would be the equivalent of a feral teen with a magic sword strapped to her back living out of a treehouse in the woods that she built herself known only to the local convenience store that she occasionally crashes at odd hours of the night to buy supplies, which she pays for exclusively with extremely fishy but in fact legal tinder.

#Hollow knight #Hornet #Hornet lost a lot of things in her life and it broke some things in her #so Zote's astonishing will to live is actually weirdly inspiring #though she has to experience it for a while since her default reaction to his existence is 'a fool dies easily' and intent to demonstrate #Anonymous

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honey-hippie-harper · 5 years ago

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through the bleeding shell (Re-upload)

This was @obsidianfr3sk ‘s Feel Better gift asfghadsfghadfsghja. It turned out to be pretty depressing in the end bc idk how to write happy stuff but my good intentions were there, ok?

This is a Humon/Renegays fic :’). Which, basically, is about how the Renegays didn’t kiss during the trilogy...sort of. I can’t think of an specific reason why they didn’t besides bad writing and queerbaiting, but I’ve always seen Hugh as this...detached entity. Idk x’d. He shows a pretty dense attitude. And so, I thought that it was partly the reason why they’re not that affective during the trilogy. Not that they aren’t on a daily basis. I just think their relationship was in a bad place when the events happened, because, among other things, Hugh wasn’t grieving Georgia in a healthy way (I headcanon them as best friends </3) and wouldn’t allow Simon to help him.

idk why I felt the need to talk about that.

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through the bleeding shell

Being around someone for so long…

It allowed you to know things. Some of them important.

Others, not so much.

Simon had married a person he had been around his entire life; he had slept next to him almost every single day since he was very young. And his name was Hugh Everhart.

Simon knew every spot on Hugh’s body; he knew every mole, every random sun freckle here and there; how his body mass seemed to be well-distributed at plain sight but, in reality, his chest was naturally wider than the rest of his body, as if he had been born with the figure of a baseball player; how he scratched his nose because wrinkling it so much while laughing made it itchy; he knew the way his knuckles turned yellow when he turned them into a fist; he knew there was one single scar below his rib cage area…

He knew everything he had to know about Hugh Everhart, his husband, whom he loved so much that sometimes it hurt.

Yet, Simon was yet to know how and why, lately, he was so cold, despite still being a human furnace who was sometimes annoyed by the blanket on winter nights.

Kasumi frowned, and Simon wished she were misunderstanding, but whatever thing she was thinking, she was probably right.

Cold was a pretty wide term, which could basically mean anything. Being brutally honest, not even he knew what he was trying to convey by using that word, so he supposed he was referring to anything it could express, as a whole.

Thinking about it… yeah.

That option sounded about right.

Another thing that sounded about right, was the idea of Kasumi judging him because of it, which was something Simon knew wasn’t true and, instead, it was just his anxiety trying to ruin his day even more. But sometimes things were like that. He tried to avoid it, but never managed to do such thing. Ever.

“Not to be rude or anything.” She started, but before proceeding she seemed to realize that, maybe, that hadn’t sounded as intended, and her cheeks became extremely flushed, until Kasumi looked like she had ran under the burning sun while wearing a wool sweater for hours. “Really, Si. I don’t mean to be rude. As in...I’m...telling you this...so you think…”

She clicked her tongue, and then both Tamaya, who was also in the room, and him, stared at her as she talked to herself under her breath, making a couple of hand movements, as if she were writing her sentence in the air so she could phrase it correctly.

Sometimes, when Kasumi was nervous, she tended to struggle at putting her ideas together in a gentle, polite manner.

“...I was telling you that, so you don’t think I’m trying to offend you or minimize your pain.” She corrected herself. “Yeah?”

“...Yeah.” Simon nodded.

“Well…” Kasumi rubbed her hands together, more as a distraction than as an actual mannerism. “You know I’ve...never understood. Back at home...when we all lived together and...ugh. You know? Just...don’t mind me. Tam, you tell him.”

“No, no. What you’re saying is important too.”

“I want to listen to you, Zoomie.”

Upon the two pairs of eyes in the room being fixated on her, Kasumi kept fidgeting with the paper cone she now had between her hands, absently.

“Fine.” She whispered in a breathy voice, and then she stared at Simon, who stared back, not because he wanted to be polite or something like that, but because he genuinely wanted to listen to her.

Kasumi wasn’t a talker. That wasn’t an exaggeration or an act of fake modesty. It was just that Kasumi didn’t enjoy a lot of things, and one of them was speaking, to the point where sometimes she didn’t consider it necessary. There were days when she just...didn’t feel like speaking. And she didn’t. Because she didn’t want to. Because she didn’t need to. Because people could understand her anyway.

Still, everyone was willing to listen when she felt there was something she had to explain in a way that was verbal.

“I love my husband very much.” She said, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. “But, still, sex it’s not...a huge part of our relationship because I’ve never understood. When you joked about it back at home, I would just assume you were just doing that. Joking. I...literally didn’t expect you were serious when you talked about experiencing that type of attraction. Because I didn’t. And it’s not that I think it’s repulsive or anything like that. I just don’t get what the fuss is about. When I’m with him...it’s...usually not my first option. To think about that, I mean. And he understands and respects that, which I appreciate a lot.”

The more she spoke, the more confident her tone became. It meant she was growing more comfortable with the conversation, and that her train of thought was getting itself together, nice and slowly.

As for Simon...he was strangely comfortable, too, because this felt like a mature, adult conversation to him. Like a safe space.

After all, he was serious when he told them he needed to talk (now that Evander wasn’t here, because Evander was...not very sensitive). Hence, he was very glad they were being serious about it too.

“I understand that Hugh’s not in the spectrum.” Kasumi cleared her throat. “But...sexuality is fluid. Maybe, if you were talking about only that, it could be a good idea to talk it over. Only if he wants to, of course, because you never know; again, we can’t just assume, because one cannot do that. It’s rude. But what I mean...it’s that, whatever that’s going on in his head, maybe he’s trying to figure it out by himself. It might have nothing to do with his sexuality at all, actually, because, after all, that was just a comment...but it all comes back to the same point. Maybe he just...needs time.”

“Hugh’s pretty dense, Simon.” Simon saw the steamy cup in front of him, but he didn’t realize what it was until the smell of black coffee reached his nostrils. He hadn’t even noticed Tamaya was making coffee.

“Thank you.” He whispered anyway, as Tamaya leaned against the table, putting her weight on her elbows.

For all he knew, and all he cared about, it was pretty easy for people to judge Tamaya and label her as a bad person; she was quiet, although not in the way Kasumi was. On the contrary, she was rather serious, and her resting face was more intimidating than it was warm or welcoming. She was also really bad at controlling her temper, which didn’t help at all, but she wasn’t as bad as people wanted to portray her, or as bad as the recruits talked about her in the halls. Because, when it came to the recruits, Tamaya was strict, yes.

But somebody had to be, because being a Renegade was not a game, and the great majority of the advice she gave was extremely useful and clever.

Tamaya was caring.

Deep, very deep down. But she was.

“He’s pretty dense, but…” She sighed. “Most of the time, that’s not his fault. It’s not a good thing either. It’s not healthy for him and we shouldn’t condone it...but yeah. He can be pretty dense sometimes. He’s like that, most of the time it’s not his fault but...I don’t think you should feel like it’s yours either.”

Simon couldn’t help but flinch a little.

The thing was...he knew that.

It might’ve sounded crazy coming from him, but he knew it wasn’t his fault, even if his anxiety was determined to convince him otherwise.

Also, he was one to know that one couldn’t just fix a person. That’s not how mental health worked; of course, a romantic relationship or a relationship of any kind was a huge source of support and stability, but he knew it wasn’t enough to “heal” a person.

He knew about that, just like he knew that Hugh loved him and he loved Hugh, but that didn’t mean they could fix each other. They could make it a little better, yes; hold each other when things were rough; let the other know they weren’t alone.

But…”fixing” the other.

Not really.

They were humans.

They were people.

And the only thing people could fix, were objects, not other people.

“Like Kasumi said, sexuality is fluid, but it might as well not have to do anything with that.” Tamaya continued. Her voice sounded...soothing, strangely motherly. And she was calm.

Very calm.

It reminded Simon of someone.

They both reminded him of someone.

“Hubby and I, we both experience sexual attraction. It’s an important part of our relationship, and we enjoy it, but sometimes it’s just not the right time. He’s a doctor, I’m a Renegade Council member, and we have three wonderful boys together. Sometimes we don’t have time, so we just sit by the balcony to stargaze, holding hands, or we go out on dates like high school sweethearts, and I stand by the doorframe waiting for him to tell me I look pretty.”

Simon laughed a little.

It was evident she was trying to play it off as something dumb, but he found it absolutely adorable.

“And sometimes I’m too tired or he’s too tired, and that’s normal. It’s not our fault, and it doesn’t mean that we love each other less because…”

“Having sex doesn’t define love.” Kasumi said, and Tamaya nodded.

“Exactly.”

But again.

Again.

Simon knew that.

He really knew.

Hugh and him had busy schedules too. They both were Renegade Council members, and Hugh had it worse because not only was he a member, but also the leader of the Council. He had to be everywhere, at the same time, and people tended to think that just because he was invincible, it meant he didn’t have the right to feel emotionally drained, or at least tired.

Of course he was going to be tired.

He wasn’t a robot.

Hence, Simon understood what they were trying to say, and he agreed with Kasumi and Tamaya.

But the problem was…

He wasn’t referring just to that.

It was...part of the problem, yes.

But now that he knew their opinion about it, he had come to the realization that he still felt...empty and lost. And just...frustrated.

“We’re not only talking about sex, are we?” Tamaya asked carefully, and Simon refused to stare back at her, as he took a sip from his coffee, before answering:

“I’m afraid not.”

“Well...If you’re telling us this, it’s because you do want to talk about it, right?”

“I do. Yes.”

“Well. We’re listening.”

At the same time Tamaya spoke, a cold, little hand, laced between Simon’s.

A hand that felt like the sea and, even if he hadn’t known she was the only person in the room besides Tamaya and him, he would’ve recognized it as Kasumi’s.

So Simon squeezed her hand back.

“We’re listening, Si.” She confirmed. “We’re here for you.”

He knew that, and it was something he was extremely grateful about.

Now he just had to figure out how to put into words what he was feeling, because at this point it felt impossible for him to know.

There were just...so many things, but at the same time such a limited number of details he could recall.

It just felt...unreal.

And weird.

Very weird.

But Simon didn’t feel numb, unlike anyone would’ve expected from him.

In fact, he felt so sad he couldn’t even cry.

And it was the worst feeling ever.

“I don’t know.” He said, in a hoarse voice. “I just...don’t know anymore. It’s just...I…”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know.” He clarified. “...But maybe that’s why I don’t know what it is.”

For the shortest second, Simon came to the realization he was talking to himself instead of talking to them, or perhaps it was something that, deep down, was giving him the answer to why this whole situation was making him so uneasy and upset. Like, of course it was making him this upset. It was his husband they were talking about. Hugh was his fight. Hugh was…

Simon didn’t know.

But what he did know was that, maybe, it had nothing to do with himself, and that’s why he just couldn’t…

He just couldn’t understand.

Why couldn’t he understand?

Why did it have to be like this?

“I want to know what it is.” Simon took a deep breath, trying to make himself understood; trying to make them understand what he couldn’t. “...So I can...make it better...So I can...help him. So we can...look for help together.”

Simon scratched his brow with his free hand.

“But he’s just… so cold. He doesn’t talk to me. He doesn’t come closer. He doesn’t...do anything. We don’t do anything. And I can’t help but feel like...he’s not here, even though he’s…” Simon scoffed, painfully. “...He’s right there, in front of my face.”

His eyes became fixated on a blank point, as if he were staring at an invisible Hugh, who wasn’t staring back at him.

“And I want him to...tell me. Because if he doesn’t tell me, then I have no way to know what’s wrong. And if I don’t know what’s wrong...then I don’t know for how long I can take it, you know? It’s just...I can’t bear to stand there as he pushes me away.”

Kasumi started running her thumb through his knuckles, and Simon felt Tamaya’s hands on his shoulders, massaging them, gently.

“I’m just scared...that when he finally wants me to come closer again, it might be too late...and maybe I won’t want to come closer again.”

Tamaya’s hands stopped moving for a moment, and Simon could almost feel her and Kasumi’s shock. He hadn’t even planned to say that. It just slipped.

And when Simon noticed it had slipped, it was far too late for him to hold it back.

“Maybe you should talk to him, after all.” Kasumi said, slowly, and Simon stared into her eyes.

He didn’t realize that was the thing he didn’t want to hear until he felt nothing but hopelessness.

Emptiness.

Fear.

A type of fear that became more intense in the moment they heard the door opening, and that’s when Simon saw him.

Hugh was standing right there, staring, and when his eyes laid on Simon, he arched an eyebrow, looking genuinely confused and worried.

“What’s happening here?” He asked. “...Si? Are you okay?”

Are you?

Simon didn’t want to answer. He really didn’t.

He didn’t want this to be about him.

He didn’t want Hugh asking him what was wrong if, harsh as it sounded, everything that was making him uncomfortable or upset had to do with him, not because Simon was blaming him, but because he was genuinely worried.

Let me help, Hugh.

“I’m...fine.”

Let me in.

“...Yeah. I’m...fine.”

Please, love.

Let me in.

Simon could see him hurting, but where he saw hurt, Hugh saw some type of burden that was meant to be concealed, committing treason against his own advice; dodging the sound of the voice of a younger Hugh, who guided a younger Simon through the dark, telling him it was alright.

That pain was alright.

And that pain didn’t make him less human.

Hugh’s pain, in particular, was a grey, bleeding shell that was so thick Simon couldn’t find a way to get in, and Hugh couldn’t find a way to get out.

So they just pressed their palms together through the bleeding shell, staring at each other's eyes through a polarized surface, that stopped their skin from touching, and stopped their lips from finding the other.

And the worst thing...was that Simon was craving that. He craved Hugh’s lips. He craved everything physical about him, just like he craved everything that wasn’t physical too. And he craved him so much he felt like dying every time he was close. He craved him so much it made him feel like a teenager again.

Which, in his case, wasn’t a good thing.

He wished it was.

But...teenage years weren’t fun if you had to spend them trapped in a closet. Things were never good when lived from inside a closet.

He didn’t want his life outside that closet to be like that too.

“Did you have an attack? ...Si, did you take your pills? … You did, right?”

“Hugh.” Simon heard Tamaya’s voice. “Is there...something that you needed?”

Hugh blinked, knowing that, maybe, he had interrupted something.

Mostly because it wasn’t like Tamaya was trying to hide it either.

“...Yeah.” He said, resting his arms on the nearest chair.

Tamaya pulled away from Simon, and Kasumi let go of his hand. They didn’t become fully focused, nor did they put on their “I’m working” mode either, but they did manage to...pretend. Even Simon managed to do so.

“Uh...I…” Hugh snapped his fingers in front of his own face, trying to remember what was it that he had to say.

“....Yeah.” He concluded. “Yeah. Uh… Tam. I need you to head downtown because they want you to supervise some of the floats for the parade. From...up, I mean. So you can check some of the details. I already checked from the ground and everything’s looking good, but now they want you to give them the green light.”

“Right now?”

“Preferably.” Hugh scratched his nose. “Were you...in the middle of something?”

Tamaya filled her cheeks with air, and then let it out, making a little trumpet with her lips.

“No.” She lied. “It’s fine. I’ll go. Just let me put some stuff in my locker, alright?”

“Be careful when you fly, okay? It’s kinda hot outside. If you get dizzy...”

“If I get dizzy, I’ll land. I know. I’m the one who’s flying.”

Given that she was already heading by the door, Tamaya patted his shoulder, and they said goodbye with a very polite kiss on the cheek, before Tamaya left the room completely, and Hugh drew his attention towards Kasumi.

“Margaret White is acting out.”

Kasumi frowned. Deeply.

“Margaret...what?”

“Uh. White? You know? The Renegades’ ward? The kid?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know who Maggie is.” Kasumi waved her hands in front of her own face. “...Who named her that?”

“Who named her what?”

“White. Who on Earth…?” Kasumi clicked her tongue. “Nevermind, okay? Just...what did she do?”

“Zoomie, I had already told you.” Hugh laughed, confused.

“I thought you were being rude, Hugh.”

Margaret White was the Renegades’ protégé. Her powers consisted of detecting and attracting metals which, evidently, was not something that was out of this world. In fact, she had been recruited at such a young age not because she had extraordinary abilities, but because she was problematic as heck.

She was Max’s age, more or less but, unlike Max, Margaret had no chill.

Her life was ruined from the moment somebody saw her and decided that White was a suitable last name for her, Tamaya used to say.

Margaret’s skin was tan, and she had slanted eyes. Naming her “White” almost seemed like a tasteless joke.

Simon himself thought Hugh was just being disrespectful the first time he told him her name, and he had to hear it a couple of times before he just...accepted he was serious (and that Hugh himself didn’t seem to like the idea of her being named like that very much).

Maggie was really problematic. For real. She had been kicked out of a couple of orphanages already, and maybe she would have been kicked out of this one too, if it hadn’t been a prodigy orphanage, which happened to be under Kasumi’s management, meaning it was directly related to the Council. And they were supposed to make sure nobody got kicked out of there.

Simon liked Maggie, because he knew that there was a chance that everything she ever did had reason behind it. An emotional reason. Perhaps she wanted love. Perhaps she wanted attention.

Perhaps she just…

Wanted someone who didn’t give up on her at the minimum inconvenience.

So he just...tried not to.

Hard as it was, because Maggie tended to make it hard; Kasumi had tried to canalize her to a psychologist many times, but her response always was that “she wasn’t crazy” (perhaps because kids her age were mean and “crazy” was one of their favorite words to use as an insult) and...well...part of the process in children, was understanding when it was the right time and when it wasn’t.

Sometimes forcing kids into treatment made it worse, and Maggie was pretty mature for her age, while painfully childish at the same time. Respecting her space and giving her time was their only option, if they didn’t want to turn her into a ticking bomb.

“Are you for real? I’ve been addressing her like that for like…”

“Just tell me what the little bundle of joy did now.”

“Pff.” Hugh scoffed. “Bundle of joy.”

Then, he cleared his throat the moment Kasumi fixed a glare at him.

“Well...the usual. She stole something from one of the nannies, Carrietta Ferland saw her and she locked her in a cellar so she wouldn’t say anything.”

“She locked Carrietta Ferland in a cellar.” Kasumi rubbed her forehead, and before she left the meeting room, she squeezed Simon’s wrist.

She didn’t say goodbye to Hugh.

Simon didn’t, either, when he excused himself under the sort of cheap white lie he needed to wash his face.

-.-

But one could only wash their face so much, before their partner suspected.

When Simon didn’t come back, Hugh didn’t go after him. He never did at first.

As in…

Hugh always went after him, just not at first; over time, Simon had grown to accept it wasn’t a pride thing.

When Hugh left, he never wanted anyone to go after him, and he was the type to believe that just because he didn’t want something, it meant nobody wanted it; Simon had gotten used to it, because Hugh was his husband, and they accepted each other just like they were.

What Simon refused to accept, was the bleeding shell Hugh was inside of.

He hated it.

He despised it, especially at night. It would grow around Hugh in slow motion, and then he would bleed through, and the whole room would turn red, overflowing it with unspoken, suffocated anger and pain.

Hugh turned his back at Simon that night, so Simon turned his back at him too, not because he was mad, but because he didn’t feel like staring at Hugh’s back today.

Their room became as cold as an industrial fridge, as they both fell deep into the notion the other was not asleep, and that they both were listening to the sound of a room that was currently filled with deathly silence.

Deathly as the bone-chilling cold penetrating their limbs, their organs, and their everything.

Deathly as…

Deathly as feelings.

All the stored feelings, and the way Simon craved something he knew was right there.

Hugh was right there. Right next to him. And his body, which he knew so well, was laying next to him, turning his back at him, with every mole, every sun freckle, a chest wider than the rest of his body…

And one single scar below his rib cage.

The same rib cage that protected his heart.

Say something, Simon.

The same heart Simon had felt beating so many times.

Say something.

Anything.

Maybe…

Maybe this had a reason too.

An emotional reason.

Perhaps love. Or attention.

Say something. Anything.

Because you do go after people from the very first moment.

Slowly, as if he had never moved before in his life, Simon rolled to the other side, and as his trembling hand rested on Hugh’s arm, he became alert, awake as they both were, and he looked over his shoulder.

“Hugh?” Simon asked, the name leaving a familiar firm in his mouth that tasted like home.

He didn’t answer, because that was his name. Hence, he knew he was trying to talk to him.

“Come here, Hugh.”

And Hugh came over, hesitantly, rolling to his side too, as they faced each other, and Simon ran his finger through his face, just...exploring every spot he already knew, as if he were visiting his comfort place, of his favorite bench in the park.

His blue eyes seemed to shine in the darkness, and Simon felt he could’ve gotten lost in them and never come back.

But he didn’t get lost.

Because he had to find the love of his life first.

“I’m never giving up on you.” He whispered. “...you know that, right?”

Perhaps he didn’t.

But, on the other hand, perhaps he did. And Simon was left with nothing but the mere hope it had meant something.

“I’m never giving up on you either, Si.”

But Simon did know that.

Boy.

Did he know.

-.-

What he didn’t know, however, was the answer to the what.

He wondered what that had felt like.

He wondered what Nightmare had felt when, the morning after, she tried to shoot Hugh in the eye from a roof.

Not because he were mad at her.

No. Not really.

She was young after all.

He just wondered what she had felt.

#renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #my fanfics #dawnie writes #hugh everhart #captain chromium #simon westwood #the dread warden #humon #renegays

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urlocalbunny · 5 years ago

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Headcanons of the boys with a pregnant mc??

Aaron:

1/3 that Knows What Might Be Happening Before You Do™ "Holy shit, you're pregnant?" he yelps out of nowhere. Truth is, you don't know wtf he's talking about.

Sniffs the air around you and then gets those dog zoomies in human form. He just runs around the house and comes back into the parlor, looking at you and saying "I'm going to be a fucking father!"

When he calms down and sits, you ask him wtf is going on and he says "I can smell your hormones and you're pregnant?"

You might pass out but no, not with the Super Dad™ looking out for you.

After you actually confirm with a very disgusted Ethan saying something like "ew you both fucked" and leaving, he's going to be overprotective of you.

No running down the stairs. No hard training, just jogs. Not too much. No swords, missy! No running in the hallways, no beer, no to staying in cold baths like you do, no getting sick, eating is a MUST and he's going to play with you in wolf form so you're never down, no stress too, if you want some space, your man's got you, he'll go do something. You're going to have to eat even if you're a chalice.

He will hunt more and eat animals to save your blood and just drink to complete his diet. He might even give you some of his blood once a month.

Gets super excited when the baby moves. Loves them because they kick Ivan's head when he tries to listen to your tummy.

When you're about to give birth he also senses first. Whimpers like a puppy and scoops you up, taking you to the room and doing as planned. Won't leave your side and when he sees your baby's first ever blink, he cries quietly. Will thank you so much.

He's also going to put up the cutest room of all of them. There will be some flowers, nice windows and many fur comfy sheets and the crib is bigger than him. No one knows why.

Raphael:

He is 2/3 that Knows What Might Be Happening Before You Do™. He was under the suspicion that something in your body was changing. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

But then in one night where you both were sleeping together he turned his face upwards and he started to think about how calm the last days had been. His hand caressed your waist lovingly to soothe you when you stirred a little in bed. Your shirt rode up and he was a little weirded out by how your skin seemed thin to the touch.

Almost as if your belly was growing. In fact, he noticed that it was, but it was so little...

He sat up with his back straight like the wall and gasped.

He decided to try and find out without alarming you, but his mind was already making scenarios where your baby would grow up to be an amazing adult and you'd love a great life together.

Is super careful with you, makes sure you're always lively and he chooses some of the softest fabrics for the baby. Sometimes he smiles to himself and closes his hand where the baby moved.

Gets scared when the baby makes weird shapes on your tummy and then giggles. They're so energetic and seem healthy!

When he sleeps, he is always looking forward to meeting his kid again and again, even if they still didn't make it to the world.

Will read you so much poetry and try to make you relax as much as you can.

Will be silent during the birth. Just whispering how proud he is, a wavering smile on his face and tears of pure joy staining his cheeks. When he feels the baby's face, he will gasp. They're so small and delicate. Even if he could see, he could never capture with him brushes how pretty his child was.

Beliath:

3/3 that Knows What Might Be Happening Before You Do.™ He's a demon, for God's sake! (ba doom tssss)

I headcanon that Beliath can feel people's life energy because if demons such as him and Leandra don't know which prey is worth all the power usage and time, life would turn dangerous. It's a basic power to a demon: feel how many people there are in a place by their energy. He will sense your mood swings and most importantly, he will sense a change in your energy.

He's going to be final about it when he gets in the kitchen after helping with the garden to find you sitting with a very creeped out Aaron in the kitchen, eating a beef bigger than your head like your life depended on it even if you had no urges to eat anymore.

He would try to feel for your energy and then he'd sense something like a second presence.

He'd frown deeply. "Aaron, come closer to me." He'd say looking at the floor. "I don't know what's happening to them. They just said to bring meat back home and forced me to make this stew." He said.

"I wash hoongry!" They snarled with their mouth full. Beliath, however, was paler than usual. When Aaron moved, the presence didn't fade. It was inside of his s/o.

You'll be the prettiest pregnant in the world. You'll get jewelry, healthy meals, massages, pedicure, hair care, pretty clothes and he'll even do your makeup when he senses you're close to give birth. He's always making sure you're treated like royalty and you'll never have to stretch your arm out fully.

He'll be very loving and protective. After you give birth he'll find you to be the prettiest person he's ever seen and that's final.

When you're giving birth he's going to be your biggest motivation. He will squeeze you hand and tell you to keep going. Someone like you can pull this off without any doubt.

He doesn't cry much, just a few tears. He's just too mesmerized to ever focus on crying. Your baby is the epitome of beauty. And they smile often. He laughs at their gums.

Vladimir:

Part 1/2 of the Clueless Until Something Weird and Fucking Scary Happens™ crew.

He'll only realize when your tummy is growing. He will think you're getting chubby and will blush: you'd look so cute and soft.

but then, in one of these nights where he rests his head on your tummy, it kicks his face!

The both of you will tell almost like the "Stop! I couldda dropped my croissant!" Dude. Now he thinks you're sick!

That is until Ethan, with his eyes bigger than saucers bc he was deceived with the story that you have a strange illness comes to check up on you and then he just rolls his eyes and deadpans, "So, you've knocked MC up and now you want to say they're sick?"

After that, he is even more worried. Looks at himself in the mirror every day for the next nine months thinking that he is going to be a god-damned father. But doesn't let up. Your kid will have a room ready in five days. Seeing him and Beliath putting a crib together is priceless. Bel gets his head smacked with his part of the wood pieces often.

"love, there's paint on your hair. Over here." He's never going to be composed. He's blushing and rushing to the bathroom to clean it.

When the baby is about to come into the world, he's going to ball his eyes out. More than the baby. The baby might give him a stank face for stealing his moment.

Ethan:

Sole member of the group "I Knew From The Start But I Just Denied It Because How Tf Will A Crazy Bastard Like Me Help My Pregnant Partner Raise a Whole Entirety Of a Child?"

He's trying his best to brace himself to be a father. But he just can't imagine not making it harder for you. How was he supposed to teach a kid how to live if he wasn't prepared to go on after 80 years himself?

One day after lost sleep, he will look at himself in the mirror thinking he's just that war doctor that isn't mentality stable. But then it will click: he IS the war doctor. He had made many difficult choices and saw life fade in front of him. He always made the difficult choices. Always chose who was going to live. And he was going to do it again. His child would fucking live. And he was going to make sure of that.

Getting exercise just the right amount, eating right, waking up early and resting early under Ethan's supportive and determined gaze, that's how it would be. Even if he was always taking care of you, he was bracing himself for the possibilities, for be your doctor when you gave birth, for watching over the baby. That's all he could do as he didn't know how to be more than a friend to your baby. If your baby ever loved him.

But as the months ran long and short at the same time, he watched your every gesture. The way you talked to the baby. The way you'd caress and poke your tummy lightly creating little rhythms when you sang. The way you'd mock him when you didn't realize he was there and say he was such a worried and careful father. Saying things the baby would love about him.

Was it possible that even without him seeing a good father on himself, you were actually... Excited?

After that, he went softer still. He'd be mesmerized when the baby moved, when he imagined their tiny hands closed in fists as they ran through the house. Would they be a troublemaker? They could definitely get along. He found himself closer to you, earning and waiting to see what they could do. How they'd change his perception of things even more.

He might not know what he wants for your baby, but he knows what he doesn't want for them and you're definitely with him in this. That's a start, right?

The kind of dad to say the kid's tummy looks like a watermelon. Scares you saying he's giving him some ugly name. Laughs a lot at you and says he's so happy.

Ivan:

Part 2/2 of Clueless Until Something Weird and Fucking Scary Happens™ crew.

You see, you know when there are these pregnant women that have really small tummies and then the baby suddenly punches some room for themselves out of nOWHERE and grow? That was it.

He was like "aww look at ur tummy hehehe kiss kiss cute!"

But then in one of these days, he rests his head on your tummy and the baby is like "oof get off of me I'm sWEATING" and then they jAB HIS HEAD.

He jumps up so high and out the bed that you would mistake him for a long ass frog. He points at your tummy and yells "ETHAAAAAAN"

Ethan isn't even rude seeing how terrified he is. Aaron barges in and then suddenly is full of grow ass men watching your man-kicking tummy. Turns out you were just pregnant. Maybe he'll try yahoo answers? Goooosh, this is hard.

When he collects his thoughts, will be more responsible, shy and clingy. He planned this once in his life before, so he's very happy that this happened now that he's sure of you. You put up with him this whole time, he is sure you're gonna be a good mommy too.

With every single piece of clothing the others bring, he gets more and more excited. Confides in Aaron a lot and when he tells the wolf that he can be the godfather, he literally howls and lifts him up. They might cry in the woods.

He is very soft and he will give you support when it's time for the birth. He just won't cry like Vlad bc after the baby cries and Ethan sighs blissfully he passes out in relief. Ethan groans. But takes care of him anyways. He suddenly got softer after the announcement. He seemed to bond with Ivan... But dONT TELL HIM THAT.

He's also going to make u listen to classical music for your child to be born Smart™ and a Person Of Culture™.

Actually very serious and emotional. Vladimir could never with all his crying.

Your kid is gonna grow up very sweet, but not the type to sit down and be bullied or dismissed bc they'll only know that from their father honestly. I stan your baby

#bunny's headcanons #moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml ivan #ml vladimir #ml aaron #ml ethan #ml raphael #ml beliath #swfbunny

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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years ago

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Dodging Death Pt 5 (Hakuno, Caster Gilgamesh)

Previously: 1 2 3 4

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The bruise was quite persistent.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she had expected from a bruise though. Of course it would take a while to go away. Of course her legs would be a bit sore and of course she wouldn’t necessarily hear from the man that had been in her home and had possessed the honor of taking her innocence.

It was… uncomfortable to think about, so she focused on hugging G and focusing on her studies.

Her hands would often either be petting the cat, brushing his fur out, or hugging him to her chest. She would read through her books, wondering about the figures she read about. Her hands were now on a new Epic she had to read. Her head was shaking a little as she stopped after the first tablet’s worth.

“Why is it that all these stories make people out to be some grand hero? There can’t be someone average as a hero, can there? People like me can’t do much, can we?”

G looked up, licking her chin.

The confidence was nice.

She was looking for encouragement from a cat, but there wasn’t much she could really do to stop herself from continuing to partake in it. Her friends were out tonight. All of them had dates going on and she was just…

The thought of another singles night with Rani at the library was a little much. She didn’t really want to deal with the nonsense and there was still that killer out on the loose.

Turning the lights down in the house, Hakuno found herself settling on the couch and pulling the blankets over herself and G.

“I didn’t even get his name,” Hakuno complained to G.

G simply yawned, doing that cute little chirp of his. That fluffy golden fur was shaken as the cat ruffled his own fur and snuggled in closer. His tongue was back on her cheek, cleaning her up since she was clearly so bad at taking care of herself.

“If that blond guy comes back, I’ll just throw him out on his ass,” Hakuno told the sweet feline. “He won’t get to explain why he didn’t call or come by. I don’t even want to hear it if he tries to explain either. We’ll kick him out and we’ll make sure to celebrate.”

They’d dine on turkey and watch through an entire season of their crime dramas.

Something seemed to be on her cat’s mind though. As she said that, he sat up, that tail of his swishing back and forth behind him as those red eyes stared her down.

He meowed at her.

She stared back.

He meowed again.

“Are you hungry? Too warm?”

He was a heavily furred cat. She’d gotten him a cooling pad in case the house was too warm, but he never seemed to have minded the temp of the house before. He also wasn’t running to the kitchen, which was normal for him when he was hungry.

The cat leaped to her coffee table, patting at her book.

“What’s wrong?”

Again, she found him making noise at her, nudging the book closer and closer to the edge of the table. She barely caught it before it fell to the floor.

“G!”

The cat leaped onto her lap, looking up and making a small noise before pawing at her book again.

Was there catnip or something on it?

She sniffed, half expecting to smell something other than the musk of an old book borrowed from the library. Her snooty teacher had insisted on having a copy with Cuneiform in it, stating that, despite the near Shakespearean like pain of reading, she had to stare at the endless lines of triangles and sticks that made up the Cuneiform writing…

People who liked this kind of thing were really gluttons for punishment.

Her cat was pawing at the pages she had open though, meowing louder.

“What? What’re you doing, G?”

Hakuno held the book closer, hoping to get him to just stop.

This was their time to relax and enjoy the evening, not partake in the sheer endless pain that was the description of a very arrogant king meeting a half wild clay figure who’d enjoyed vacationing in a forest before bothering to visit the kingdom of Uruk.

Still, G didn’t stop.

Over and over, they were pawing.

When she moved the book, the paw seemed to follow, patting the same line of odd writing on the left page of the book. She turned on a nearby lamp, grabbing her pencil despite her better judgement and circling the bit of text.

The paw now went to another part of the page.

Circling again, Hakuno found this happening four more times before the cat was satisfied, meowing and licking her face.

“Do you feel better now?”

Those crimson eyes just gleamed in a pleased and smug kind of manner.

What the hell text had the cat been pointing at anyway?

Hakuno looked at her book, frowning as she followed the odd one to one translations on the pages.

[Magic] [rare] [human] [man] [named] [Gilgamesh]

“Man named Gilgamesh?”

It was the strangest thing, the cat actually nodded.

Hakuno looked at her findings again before looking at G.

“Gilgamesh.”

The cat chirped a meow, fluffing himself up and cuddling against her. That purr was louder than she’d ever heard it before, with him happily walking circles around her. If ever a cat had responded to a person, it was right then and there at being called Gilgamesh.

“You don’t want to be called Gilgamesh.”

Her cat stared at her.

“Gilgamesh is the villain in this story,” Hakuno told the cat. “He literally insults the gods to the very end of the tale and then is destroyed by them right when he ignores their warning about a great war coming to Uruk. That’s the whole thing. I cheated and read the short notes online about this book. His whole thing is that humanity ignores and disrespects the gods and the gods attempt to help humanity to the very end.”

Her cat growled.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. That’s just how the story goes. He dies in his bedroom amongst a collection of deflowered women. He was marrying one when his heart gave out… or he was stabbed. The story is supposed to be vague about his death.”

That was really bothering him.

One second he was growling a little, the next- he was suffering a case of the zoomies. From one end of the house to the other, he seemed to just yowl away. She groaned at the sounds, turning up the television because it was obvious that this amount of noise would make someone call the authorities to come investigate about animal abuse.

What on earth had gotten into him?

You’d think he was King Gilgamesh or something.

It reminded her almost of Rin finding out that Cu had been talking about her. The pacing, the lamenting noises, the energy; Hakuno finally found herself yanking him close and wrapping him in a blanket like a dang burrito.

“Alright, I think we’ve done enough of that. You don’t need to be running around my house like that. We’re a good cat.”

Her cat was looking at her books again, wiggling in the blankets.

“Noooo,” Hakuno growled.

He yowled.

She relented.

Once more, he was looking at her book. His paws were actually turning pages, those eyes flickering over the writing on the left pages.

Wine.

There was no possible way in hell that her cat was reading some dead language in her living room and throwing temper tantrums at the king of Uruk being a womanizing scumbag carving notches in his bedpost for the number of virgins he was taking.

She needed something to serve as a nice nightcap and a finger or two of wine would do just the trick. The bottles above the fridge were pulled down, her sweetest one poured into a glass before she returned.

Once more, we were patting at the page.

“Magic,” she stated, once more finding the familiar symbol.

She’d checked it a number of times before. It was familiar enough that she didn’t need to look on the other side of the page for translation.

The paw moved.

“Overflow…”

They had several minutes, with her stating the word and the cat moving his paw.

What a weird ass way to spend the night. Stating words her cat pointed to. There was an odd bubbling that came to her as she sat there, finding G finally stopping from this game of say the cuneiform translation.

It felt… better.

She smiled a little, finding herself sighing happily as she leaned back.

The television was still a bit loud. She really needed to-

The volume went down.

Hakuno stared at the remote nearby.

No one was touching it.

G meowed a moment before Hakuno found herself staring at her hands. She had felt the slightest of feeling in her hands before the volume had gone down. As soon as the thought had passed, she’d-

Turn off.

This time she saw it.

It shot like a spark from the edge of her fingers. It looked like the writing in her book. The dead writing… that no one used…

Her television clicked off.

She grabbed the remote and clicked it back on, finding the television set to be just fine.

What was going on?

How on earth had she managed to…

“Lights off,” Hakuno said aloud now.

The entire room went dark, with all the lamps simultaneously turning off so that there wasn’t a single form of light in the room. She could hear the sound of cars passing. She could feel a strange thrumming of energy along her body.

How…

She pinched herself.

The pain said she was very much awake and she was very much seeing this happen.

“Lights on,” she declared.

More of those scribbles from the edge of her hands.

The lights in the room were all coming to life once again, filling the room with warm luminescence as she tried to think about how to explain this.

Right now, she was doing things that were… impossible.

She flicked the stove on.

She flicked it off.

She turned on the lights to the bedroom from the living room.

She turned them off.

She began to attempt levitating when she heard G chirp from nearby.

“What’s wrong?” Hakuno asked, moving to sit down again and tabling her investigating of her magic and her sudden need to begin looking into the world of magic for a bit.

More pointing.

Oh, but there was no hesitation in saying what he was pointing at. Not after this odd magic she was now doing. If she’d lost it and was half asleep, half awake, then this was fine. She’d repeat anything he wanted.

Word after word, she repeated them with more confidence than before.

The cat huffed for a few minutes after she said the last word, pacing around the house once again as Hakuno found herself looking through her copy of the Epic of Gilgamesh for some kind of explanation. There had to be a reason that this was the way it was.

After a few minutes, G came back.

They were once more repeating words.

It was probably a good thing that she didn’t have any of her friends around tonight. She’d barred the door and closed all the blinds, ensuring that she had the night to herself and G. No one else other than G and her would ever know that she was doing this kind of thing. Echoing words a damn cat told her to say, who would believe her?

Who wouldn’t send her to the nearest hospital?

Still, there she was.

Oh, if that man was before me though, Hakuno found herself thinking, remembering the blond from her bedroom.

Sparks shot forth. The golden cuneiform that she’d seen escape her so many times before for flicking switches and turning on and off things was hitting G, knocking the cat back and sending him rolling across her kitchen floor.

“G!”

The writing sparked and pulsed around the cat a moment before she saw the legs and arms elongate. She could see the body expanding, the fur growing shorter and shorter.

It was like staring into the depths of a horror film about werewolves. She could see the man shifting from the body of her cat. She could see those claws retract, paws turning into hands and feet. She could see-

No, let’s not think about that.

Hakuno gripped the doorway to her kitchen, staring over at the body of the man that had once been her cat. Her breathing was so loud in her ears. Her eyes were flickering over the muscled body of a man that was too glorious for words.

He brushed his hair back a bit, having those bangs sinfully fall back onto a face that really deserved to be…

“Hakuno,” that all too familiar voice breathed.

My cat is…

Hakuno stumbled back, grabbing her phone from her endtable and dialing the first number she had on her recents list.

“Hello? One very lucky and very tired Celt speaking,” Cu happily chirped as the naked Golden Adonis stood up in her kitchen.

“Cu! Cu, I need you to come over to my house.”

“Hakuno? What’s up?”

“I ah-“

“Hakuno,” the man in her kitchen called. He crossed his arms.

She could see everything from where she was crouched behind her couch. She could see everything and the man was hung like a damn horse!

“Hakuno?” Cu laughed a little. “Did you end up watching that horror flick without me?”

She could hear him, but her eyes were stuck staring at the man watching her. Those red eyes had met hers and it felt like she was looking at a snake in the midst of mesmerizing its prey.

“Alright, look. Just watch some anime or somethin’. You’ll be fine. Rin’s in the other room. I really, really can’t leave right now. You’ll be fine. Just remember, there aren’t any strange cases of people turning into animals or beasts.”

The sounds of a door opening on the other end of the line could be heard.

“Hot damn- I gotta go,” Cu told her, hanging up.

Her company at the house was moving closer. Walking with a stride that spoke of a confidence far too fine for any man to have. She could see those red eyes simply keeping her gaze, paralyzing her long enough for him to get within snatching distance.

“I am not sure how long this spell will last, Hakuno, but I would rather not waste it on watching you gape at my person and use your phone to contact others.”

The phone was out of her hands. She was stirring back to her senses the moment she felt him pull her out from behind the couch and drape her over the cushions of her sofa.

He’s too close.

If he was a killer, complaining could mean her death. Pissing him off could cause her death.

Hakuno wet her lips a bit, clearing her throat a little as she looked up at him.

“W-What do you want with me?”

The man stared at her a moment, no doubt taking in her expression a moment before he laughed. The man leaned over her, his fingers tilting her chin up a little as he drew intimately close.

“It is not what I want,” he purred, “but what is good for the sake of Uruk, my dear wife. We must find a way to cease this useless feline state of mine and correct these heinous sins against me and my good name. Hakuno, my strange and plain miracle…”

She could feel his lips press lightly to hers for a moment. His smile flashed her way.

“We have a duty to our people. You have the great honor of being my magic retainer before you occupy my bed as my full time lover and woman. Praise me as you see fit. Your greeting from last time shall suffice.”

#drabble #drabbles

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